"What were in the details of that message, my queen, what has she sent you?" Toshiro asked with demand in his voice, without sacrificing reverence.
"Toshiro, my love, do not worry yourself over this matter, we will discuss once we reach Vorne. I do not know who will be listening, dieser Freiheiten Abschaum (those Freiheiten scum)." She said, with a grit in her voice, but also letting loose a malign satisfaction.
"As you wish, my queen." Toshrio said with a quick bow.
Mizumi lifted a syringe from a locker that was bolted to the wall, the glass syringe was empty as she pushed the suction device inwards and outwards, testing its efficiency. She looked to Toshiro and asked with a curiosity in her voice, "And these syringes were sent from Dr. Artinen, correct? He approved these for Ritter transfusion use?"
"Yes, my dear, he gave me assurance of the fact. Why do you ask?" Toshrio inquired, pushing his glasses up to his eyes and proceeded to push the hair back that fell over his forehead.
"I'm aware that he has developed a keen interest in the experimentation of humans, has he not? I wouldn't want the wrong apparatus for this process." Said he, continuing to analyze the long glass syringe, holding it up to her eye to inspect the fine details of the tool.
"That he does, did you approve of such operations on the humans?" Toshiro asked, his cadence remaining apathetic.
Mizumi snickers for a moment, which seemed longer than it was. She peered at Toshiro and asked "Does it bother you? Hast du (Do you have) an affection for these Kretin?"
Toshiro moves his head in the negative motion, he adds "I do not become bothered by anything that does not concern me. Your will, is mine, my love, if you wished the extinction of this species, I would do it within a motion of my blade."
Mizumi, either surprised by this answer, or having expected it, slowly walks towards Toshiro and pushes her body against him. She looks upwards into his eyes and places her hands on each side of his face. She whispers to him "That answer, I did enjoy, very good. I would not desire anyone else as my second hand...and especially as...my love." As she whispers these words to him, she pressed her full lips against his. Toshiro, in response, lays one hand on her back, and the other behind her neck, as he gives in to her irresistible kiss.
She abruptly pulls away from the kiss, leaving him wanting for more, aware of this fact she was.
"As much as I'd love to continue, we have a guest appearing soon, we must not keep him waiting, or...have him walk into something we wouldn't desire him to see." She says while caressing his uniform with the nail of her index finger.
The grey haired soldier leans in and speaks into her ear "Oh, Mizumi, you have a habit of aborting yourself at the most...crucial moments."
She looks deep into his eyes, which glared into hers. "Oh...I know." She says, with an underhanded grin and an exaggerated whisper.
With that, she walked back away from him and walked towards the center of the empty room. The floor was covered with a sort of cement, and the icy chill of the cold flooring could be felt even through the boots that they were both wearing. Mizumi pulls the syringe from the pocket of her cloak and again begins to inspect it, it is the long narrow syringe that she chooses over the various others sent for her.
She eerily eyes the apparatus and squints playfully as she conducts her frivolous inspection. "Hmmmm, Toshiro, my darling, how much blood do you believe would be appropriate? I'm considering ein ganzes (an entire) syringe."
Upon hearing her words, the eyes of the second in command widened and he raced over to her location. He put his gloved hand on her shoulder and turned her towards him, causing her dark blue hair to spin in the current of air.
With a perturbed voice, he hastily inquires "An entire syringe? Do you want to kill this child? Ty chto, s uma soshol?! (Are you fucking crazy?!)"
After seeing his frantic state, she laughs a presumptuous laugh and makes light of him with "When you get worked up, your Russian comes out, Toshiro, it's comical. Calm down, that's why I asked."
Toshiro puts his right hand to his forehead and asks in a wondrous state "With your knowledge, you ask me such things?"
"Toshrio, I don't know things such as this. I lose sight of my own power at times." She says, with the grin of an anarchist once destruction is imminent.
"Mizumi, one vial of your blood wouldn't only kill the host immediately, but perhaps cause the end of this realm." He says, pleading to her insensitivity.
"Just the earth, Toshiro? I'm sure the species could survive elsewhere." She says, with a complete lack of emotion in her voice.
"No, Mizumi, not just the Earth. Everything around it. Everything. All of what der Schöpfer (The creator) made."
"Just one vial?" She questions him, raising her eyebrows in malicious inquisition.
"You must remember, Mizumi, the boundaries that hold the Menschlichen Reich together are not strung as tightly as ours in Vorne. The humans would not be able to control the power, they would simply send it loose, it would tear their existence apart." He says, lecturing her.
"Ah, I see, very interesting. How much would you suggest then, Toshiro, my dear?" She asks, inquiring an answer for her dubious operation."
Toshiro again adjusts his glasses upwards on the bridge of his nose and then begins explaining. "I jest with you not, Mizumi, a drop will suffice more than we need for it to. Keep it at that amount."
Mizumi rolls her eyes and flicks the syringe. "Ahhhh, one drop? That's not fun. But, if you say so, I shall oblige, my love." She flips the syringe around and inspects the needle. "Would you like to extract it for me, since you're the...expert...here." She says, giving him a seemingly seductive and simultaneously playful wink.
Toshiro sighs, but smiles in a slight manner, "So facetious, always in the most inappropriate circumstances, it certainly is an epithet of you." He says as he primes the needle for an operation.
"You know that you love it. I can always read your eyes." Mizumi said, looking up at him as she clears a naked spot on her upper arm for the needle to inject into.
"Perhaps I do." Toshiro replied, simply pushing his glasses upwards.
He puts the cold needle to her skin, sending a chilling sensation through her body. Slowly, he pushes the specialized syringe into her epidermis. Mizumi stared at the phenomenon without even a wink or a wince. Her countenance remained steadfast as she observed the sharp object sliding through the surface layer of her skin. With a steady hand, Toshiro eyed the entry point of the needle, and carefully pulled the device back, in order to extract the most miniscule amount of blood possible. As assumed, a single droplet of blood flowed into the tube, through a unique siphoning funnel built into the device which filtered the amount the user set it to, just one of the achievements of the Ritter, not only in terms of warfare are they ahead of the human species, but their medical achievements are extraordinary.
As the dark red blood entered the tube, sparks began to emit as the blood made contact with oxygen. Red sparks began to fly from the blood, and from the small circular wound that was left. The skin began to shift slightly around the wound and sparks shot from the wound. These sparks were of a crimson red, that gave off a heat that could be felt even from where Toshrio was standing. A faint red mist could also be viewed circling around the entrance of the wound. A stream of blood began flowing out of the entrance wound on her arm. This blood being dark red, and appearing somehow bubble and ebulliate as it poured from her flesh. As she willed it, the blood turned was retracted perfectly back into the wound and dragged back into the orifice that it poured from. The blood didn't even leave a stain on her skin as it absconded back into her body. As the last of the liquid disappeared into her, the skin subtly closed and the wound was no more.
"Not so bad, huh?" She said, her white teeth visible from her malign smile.
"Now to await his arrival." Said Toshiro, observing the seemingly sentient blood contained within the syringe.
"It's still lustig (funny) to me, Toshiro, how weak these human creatures are. It really makes you wonder how they come to terms with themselves." She said, looking upwards in a state of thought.
"I suppose that is how they are complacent with themselves, they know no better life form. If they knew, they would expend all of their resources to achieve such. The greed machination within man does nevertheless spin, no matter how lowly an insect the race may be." Toshiro said while fingering the syringe within his hand.
"Dein Hass (Your hatred) seeps through when you speak of them, understandably so, I am thankful to have no bonds with these Kretin." The robed woman says, pushing herself against him.
"You are missing naught. The affliction that compels us Ritter, is likewise within this kind, only amplified. What they lack in power, they make up for in cruelty and wanton depravity." As he speaks these words, there comes a sudden knock on the door that seals shut the room they're confined in.
"Ah, speaking of humans. Here is ours." Mizumi says, letting out a sickening cackle as she opens the door, and views her subject before her.
Meanwhile, Sakido and Korihime
"I believe this is the spot, it's an out of service gymnasium, certainly a perfect spot for training." Says the white haired boy.
Sakido observes the building and waits for a sign of entry, or the sight of Izumi.
Korihime lowers her hands from her breasts and asks him "Sakido, what information did she give to you regarding entry? The doors are barred, I have-" Before she can finish speaking her thought, the both of them hear a calling and see a tuft of Izumi's red hair from a split in the metallic wall.
"You two, come here." Izumi spoke, motioning them closer to the building with her arm.
Sakido took a look around before approaching, he viewed the familiar street signs, the dimly lit closed restaurants, the puddles on the sidewalk that flooded into the street. Such easy sights to associate with normality, yet what he was participating in was the farthest thing from normality that he could fathom. He briefly thought of the days in which he wasn't bothered by his heritage, but as he thought of this, he came to a dismal realization that he was never free. Even if time between circumstances elapsed, he would never forget that night, that was far too much to fathom even at his age now. He balled his fist when he thought of the Queen, of that damned assassin, the one who took everything from him. He grit his teeth and broke into a sweat before being interrupted by Izumi pleading louder for him to follow her into the gymnasium.
He turned his vision to her and made his way towards the missing piece of the wall, where she stood. She held the sheet of metal aside as Sakido and Korihime entered the building.
"Making a woman hold the door for you, Sakido? That's not very gentlemanly." Izumi said, giving him a playful wink as she slid the metallic plate over the hole in the wall.
"I don't think that the hole in the wall applies to that rule, Izumi." Sakido said, playing along with her antagonization.
"You men, anything to get out of your responsibility." She says, following her statement with self inflicted laughter. She peers towards Korihime and states "Love, don't take relationship advice from him." Izumi, again, laughing from her own comedic statements.
"I was not planning on being with anyone, but I thank you for the advice." She says with a delightful smile.
"Damn buddy, you even steered someone with no bias away, that's impressive." She says, putting herself into another laughing fit. This time, Korihime entertaining Izumi's shenanigans and giving a soft laugh along with her.
Sakido facepalmed himself and waited for their antics to pass.
"You girls can laugh all that you want, but I'm here to train." The boy said, sighing himself away.
"Oh Sakido, so stubborn, as always." Izumi says, twirling her index finger in her hair.
"How the hell are we gonna train when it's so damn dark in here?" Sakido wondered vocally, as we wandered around the gym. He was being attacked by an assault on his nostrils, the air was damp and it seemed dank.
"God, it smells in here, you had to pick here, Izumi?" Sakido says, covering his nose with his shirt.
"It's the only place that we can do this in, besides, Korihime isn't bitching like you are." With these words, she flipped a switch bolted to the wall and the overhead lights came on before him.
"There's no way, how the hell is there electricity in here? This place has been abandoned for years!" Sakido shouted, his voice echoing in the ambient auditorium.
"Electricians will do anything for the right price. I suppose this is one benefit of Menschlichen, household electricity is so valuable." Said the red haired woman, as she viewed her surroundings.
Sakido took a look around and was stunned by the state of this gym. The flooring had nearly been consumed with new earth, the floor contained large cracks in which deposits of soil and grass were contained in. Roots of trees grew alongside the walls, and water ran down tje sides of the building, onto the floor.
"It's a shit show, but you get used to it." Izumi stated as she adjusted her stance.
"So, how does this begin?" Sakido asked to her, he stood a considerable distance from her.
"Try and hit me." She said, purporting a seemingly odd detail to him. She stared into his matte blue eyes as she requested this of him.
"Surely, you know that I won't do that. I mean, I can't." Sakido said, with a slight laugh mixed with rapid confusion.
"Why do you say that? Awww, do you think you'll hurt me? How sweet of you." She said with a sappy and saccharine voice. Within a moment, her cadence changed and she demanded "Get over here and hit me, pussy.".
The white haired boy was startled slightly at her request, but acquiesced anyway. "If you say so, Izumi, I suppose this is intentional."
He walks towards her, and once he reaches a few inches from her, he launches a right hook to her face. Somehow, the attack flows through her, and his momentum makes him stumble to the left.
She stared at him with satisfied eyes and tilted her head as she peered at the perturbed Sakido.
"How the hell did my punch go through you? What did you do?" Sakido demanded of her, lowering his eyebrows in frustration.
Korihime watched with widely opened eyes and an optimistic impression. She was impressed by Izumi's technique.
"Go through me? Is that what it looked like?" Izumi said while laughing a cacophonous laugh. "I just moved out of the way!" She said, smiling at him pretentiously.
"No fucking way, that was an instant!" He said in complete disbelief.
"Hmm, not exactly, but close. An actively trained Ritter could easily outmaneuver me."
Sakido leaned into the ground in pain and rubbed his elbow. He pulled up his shirt to see a sweeping red spot near the elbow. A clear injury had occurred. Korihime, upon spotting this, stepped forward, feeling an inclination to heal him.
As Izumi looked down on the injured boy, she taunted him with "A bicep tear just from a punch? Oh man, you've got a long way to go if you want to even touch Queen Mizumi someday."
"She's not a Queen. That bitch is nothing but a usurper." Sakido said, cursing her under his breath.
"To that, we can both agree." Izumi said, watching Korihime lift Sakido's wounded arm.
From her gentle hands came a beam of bright blue light that covered the wound and radiated a luminescent spark. Her glowing blue eyes matched the color of the blue beam coming from her hands. As she neared the end of the healing process, the beam weakened and she had to place both of her hands onto his bicep to repair the rest of the damage. After around thirty seconds, the wound was healed, and he could move freely with no consequence.
Izumi put her hand up to her chin as she viewed the phenomenon. "A healing power, using no Ketsui, interesting. It does only work on him, correct?" She questioned the two of them.
"Yes, correct, ma'am." Korihime said with a short bow.
"And she's more respectful than you, Sakido." Izumi said, again jabbing at Sakido.
"Ha...ha." Sakido mocked, fictitiously laughing at her jest.
"Alright Sakido, now for step one of your real training." The teacher said, stepping towards him.
"And what would that be?" Sakido asked, clearly annoying at her process.
Faster than Sakido's eyes could process, Izumi had launched a direct jab into his abdomen, second him immediately careening to the complete other side of the gum, over 100 meters through the air, crashing into the wall high above the ground hard enough to cause a massive crater. Sakido remained stuck in the crater as he flashed in and out of consciousness, suddenly his body peeled off of the crater and fell to the ground, colliding with the solid mass of earth that had amassed.
Blood ran from his head, nose, and eyes, and flowed across the ground of the arena. Korihime raced towards him, in a desperate effort to heal him and resuscitate his vitality.
Izumi giggled to herself and thought.
'If he can survive this, he may be ready to begin learning.'