『Nakamura Hina 』
What would her reaction be when one moment she was visiting a coffee shop and the next, the entirety of Tokyo had disappeared?
Hina was minding her business with her little brother within a cute coffee shop that she had found onlin...
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With the first flag successfully secured, Hina and Yume knew their next objective was to retrieve the remaining flags. The forest seemed even darker and more menacing as they made their way to the locations where the other teams' flags were hidden. The thick canopy above allowed only slivers of moonlight to pierce through, casting eerie shadows that danced with every rustle of the wind. Their senses were heightened, each sound magnified by their heightened adrenaline and the unsettling quiet of the forest. The smell of damp earth and decaying leaves mingled with the sharp tang of their sweat, creating an atmosphere both claustrophobic and charged with danger.
The first flag they aimed for was positioned near a small clearing surrounded by dense foliage. As they approached, they could see the glint of moonlight on metal and the flutter of fabric through the dense underbrush. The clearing was surrounded by a natural barricade of bushes and trees, which provided cover but also concealed potential threats. The area was guarded by members of another team, their postures tense and ready. The guards were vigilant, their eyes scanning the area with practiced precision, moving in a slow, deliberate patrol.
Yume took the lead again, her strategy clear in her mind. "We need to distract them," she whispered to Hina, her voice barely more than a breath. "Create an opening so we can get the flag."
Hina nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. They needed to execute their plan flawlessly, every move calculated to minimize risk. Yume, moving with the silent efficiency of a seasoned strategist, positioned herself behind a large tree. She drew out a small rock from her pouch, her fingers closing around it with purpose.
With a swift, practiced motion, Yume hurled the rock into the dense underbrush on the far side of the clearing. The sound of the rock striking the ground and rolling away was enough to draw the guards' attention. Their heads snapped toward the noise, their focus momentarily diverted as they strained to see through the darkness.
Hina seized the opportunity, her movements fluid and stealthy as she navigated through the underbrush. The foliage crackled underfoot, but she moved with such precision that the sound was barely noticeable. She reached the edge of the clearing, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she locked her gaze on the flag, which was positioned on a makeshift pole between two tall trees. Its vibrant color was a stark contrast to the dim surroundings.
Just as she was about to make her move, one of the guards, a tall figure with a keen eye, caught sight of her. His shout cut through the stillness, shattering the fragile calm. "Over here!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the forest.
The calm strategy turned into chaos as the guards rushed to intercept Hina. She darted forward, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. Yume sprang into action, her knife flashing in the moonlight as she engaged one of the guards. Their fight was quick and brutal, her movements precise and deadly as she dispatched her opponent.
Hina, now fully exposed, lunged toward the flag. One of the guards, a burly figure with a fierce scowl, lunged at her, swinging a wooden club with force. Hina sidestepped his attack, the club missing her by inches. She retaliated with a slash of her knife, catching the guard off-guard. The blade cut through the air, leaving a deep gash on his arm. Hina grabbed the flag, the fabric rough against her hands, and began to retreat.
