"Talk"
'Thought'
「It's Not My Fault」
〈I Won't Do It Again, Forgive Me〉
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“Um…”
In the middle of an almost nearly clear highway bridge, with hardly any cars nearby, two certain individuals could be seen riding through the road bridge on a motorcycle. The one actually doing the driving was a man at his prime, in terms of looks, health and strong body, simple tattoos and markings, scars around his chest and over one of his blue eyes, he wore only pants and has a sword called “Kurikara” stabbed into his back, his names was Andy. As for the one sitting on the passenger seat of the motorcycle, she was a young girl, around 18 years more or less, with black blue hair, red brown eyes, and wore clothes meant to cover her entire body, like a jacket, pants, gloves, and even a red cap, with the words “Good Luck” on the side, plus body armor and helmet for extra protection, her name is Fuuko Izumo.
“Do you have any plans on where to go?”
Both Fuuko and her Undead were simply hitting the road, though she didn't know where specifically they were going, which is why she asked her friend about it.,
“Nope, since we're being hunted, going anywhere specific would be pointless because they would find us sooner or later.”
Though Andy's answer didn't really fill Izumo with confidence or excitement, something completely opposite on how he generally felt.
“So I guess that means we'll forever be on the run, huh?”
Fuuko could only sigh in defeat and disappointment on the matter, though in the end she couldn't do anything about it and just simply accepted her situation.
“YUP! IT'S WICKED SICK ISN'T?!~”
Andy laughed and was definitely ready for the wild adventures they were about to go on, no doubt it will be filled with danger and death, something he very much hoped for.
‘I don't know why I thought he had a real plan…’
Fuuko gave up with her desire for something more hopeful and just relaxed in her seat, though before she could feel like giving up on life, she looked up ahead and noticed a certain something, or specifically someone, standing in the center of the road.
“Huh? Why is that lady standing in the middle of the road-”
But before Fuuko could question it, the motorcycle that both her and her partner were on suddenly broke and shattered apart, forcing the Negator to rescue her and use his own body to cushion the fall without letting her get hurt, though at the cost of his own body and injuries, luckily it won't last long.
“〈Bout time you showed up, I've been waiting here for hours, trying to be cool and make a flashy entrance〉”
As the Undead were trying to heal up, and the Unluck trying to recover from the fall, the person who stood at the center of the road walked up to the two, and revealed herself to be none other than Shibuki Shibushi.
“〈I was even starting to get a sunburn from being in the sun to long〉”
And Shibuki wasted no time speaking nonsense that confused the two Negators in front of her.
“Is she part of the group from last time?”
Fuuko leans towards the Immortal Man, and whispers a question of whether or not he knew her or if she was a part of the group that attacked them.
“No, she's completely unrelated to them, she's not even wearing the signature emblem like the others.”
Andy, while wearing his signature carefree smile, did tense up a bit and cautiously reached for his unbreakable sword.
“U-Um excuse me miss-”
“〈My name is Shibuki Shibushi〉”
Fuuko, after getting the name of Shibuki, decided to ask her questions, in the hopes of knowing who she was and what she wanted.
“O-Oh, um, Shibuki-Chan, can you tell me why you're here?”
And once Fuuko finally asked her questions, Shibushi took a moment to think about the questions and let out a thoughtful hum.
