Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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𝔸𝕣𝕔: 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕄𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕤
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[ 𝔸𝕣𝕔 ℕ𝕠.𝟡: 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕄𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕤 ]

[ 𝔸𝕣𝕔 ℕ𝕠.𝟡: 忘却の変容 ]

(Bōkyaku no Hen'yō).

The room was shrouded in an eerie darkness, the silence only broken by the distant echoes of the conflict that had just unfolded. Manda stood over Alan’s prostrate form, gripping his hair tightly. The blood-stained floor glistened dimly in the weak light that filtered through the cracks in the walls. Mike, Yuki, and Ace stood at a distance, their faces painted with shock and disbelief.

Mike’s voice cut through the stillness, raw and desperate. “What did you do to Alan?” His eyes were locked onto Manda with a mix of rage and fear, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on his shoulders.

Manda’s hands trembled slightly, a flicker of uncertainty passing over his face.

“Uh... I didn’t mean to,” he stammered, his voice betraying his unease.

Without hesitation, Mike rushed to Alan’s side, his heart pounding as he checked for any signs of life. He pressed his fingers to Alan’s wrist, searching for a pulse, and listened intently for his breathing. The absence of any vital signs struck him like a blow to the chest. His face fell into a deep frown, overtaken by a surge of raw emotion—anger and grief intertwined.

With a swift motion, Mike drew his sword, its blade gleaming ominously in the dim light. He aimed a fierce slash at Manda, his anger fueling the attack. The blade sliced through the air with deadly precision, but Manda, quick on his feet, managed to bend backward, narrowly evading the strike.

“WOAH!! CHILL,” Manda exclaimed, his eyes widening with surprise. He adjusted his stance, keeping a wary eye on Mike as he approached Alan’s limp body.

Manda grabbed Alan by his hair once more and lifted him up, inspecting the seemingly lifeless figure. Alan’s eyes suddenly flickered open, surprising Manda, whose shock was evident.

Alan’s voice cut through the tension with an icy calm.

“I won’t give you more than a second. Move off.”

Manda, startled by Alan’s sudden revival, dropped him immediately and took a few steps back, brushing the dust from his clothes. His eyes, wide with a mix of apprehension and surprise, tracked Alan’s movements.

Mike, Yuki, and Ace watched in stunned silence, their eyes glued to Alan. His hair, once dark, was now interspersed with patches of white, growing larger and more pronounced. The transformation was a stark visual representation of the battle's toll and the enigmatic forces at play.

Muzan, observing the scene with a knowing smirk, reflected on the unfolding drama. “So this is how it is,” he mused inwardly. “You’re really gifted with curse, AlanJoel.”

Alan’s gaze remained fixed on Manda as he spoke, his voice laced with mockery. “Hideki... I know it’s a shame to say that I’ve used this brat’s body to resist your attack.”

Manda’s confusion was apparent. “I have no idea who you’re even calling Hideki,” he said, his frustration evident.

Alan chuckled, the sound tinged with both derision and amusement. “So you’re not yet gonna reveal your role.”

Manda’s irritation flared. “What role? Man... you’re boring.”

Without warning, Manda unleashed a technique, a display of power that remained shrouded in mystery. Alan, however, was quick to react, evading the attack with practiced agility.