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Continuation...
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As Isamu fell from the sky, or rather, Isamu came out from the crack that was ripped through the sky, as he landed on his back, a huge shockwave was created, alongside a medium-sized crater. However, that alone did not wake Isamu up from being unconscious. His clothes were ripped and torn, but it wasn't revealing too much. Gods wouldn't still be able to find Isamu, as his powers and aura were diminished. to bits and was nerfed.
A month had passed after he landed on the earth's surface.
But then suddenly...
Isamu fingers twitched.
He was experiencing some type of nightmarish flashback—the events of the battle, it may seem.
But then a faint voice called to Isamu.
「"Wake up."」
Isamu's eyelids twitched.
The voice once then called out to him.
「"Wake up, Master."」
Isamu's eyes widely opened; he jolted and sat straightly.
His hands grasped the grass that he sat on.
Isamu woke up in stress; his eyes were alert and immediately scanned his surroundings.
His breathing was heavy and fast.
He clutched his heart due to stress.
He then wondered... "Where am I?"
Isamu then remembered a small piece of his memory.
"Miyu!"
Isamu called for her name countless times, but none answered.
Isamu then again was reminded of the horrible event.
His head started to show signs of painful migraine headaches.
"Ugh. Shit hurts, as if a thousand needles pierced through my head!"
Isamu growled and complained, but it cannot be helped after all.
He was all alone.
Isamu picked himself up. He stood up, using a tree branch to help himself.
"This place... Was I here before?"
Isamu recalled the past.
"This forest... I've been here; I met someone here. Someone important, but I don't seem to recall who..."
Isamu walked in a straight line despite the headaches.
But then he thought, How many days or months have passed since his arrival? Is he powerless right now?
"There's only one way to find out."
「"Summon, Moon Blade."」
A glow then appeared on his right hand; the light and sparkles resembled those of the dark.
It then formed a scythe, but it was more of a hologram; only the blade of it was solid rock.
"As I thought..."
Isamu professionally scuffed...
"I'M GODDAMNED NERFED!!!"
Isamu whined out; he couldn't believe he was that weak.
Though his strength right now could rival an emperor.
But still, it's the biggest nerf he could ever have.
From the world's strongest to somewhat powerful enough to counter 5 thousand relentless attacks from thousand martial artists.
"Ugh, I can't believe this. But, I'm relatively safe as I'm weakened. I will not be hunted by those dogs from above."
Isamu would just curse the heavens as he likes.
He was never a religious person to begin with anyway.
Isamu finally decided to travel and gain his powers back.
Since he still has some unfinished business with the gods after all.
After some time of traveling, Isamu was hungry and thristy.
With that kind of hunger, he could eat a horse and would even drink a whole lake.
But instead of food, he sensed, but rather he heard something.
It sounded like a woman crying. A grieving woman, that is.
Isamu then quickly spied on that person.
He was someone who wouldn't miss out on gossip after all.
「"Oh... Isu. How is it that you perished from some impure hands?!"」
Isamu heard her mourn, the black-haired woman who carried a dark sword, wearing some type of heavy armor, and is now facing a massive rock, mourning on it.
Isamu couldn't be more mistaken; it's someone he knew from the past.
Isamu, however, was confused at this sight. What does she mean by "perished?" Imasu was alive and well.
Isamu couldn't let himself overthink more and should approach the woman.
As Isamu took a small step forward, his neck was greeted by a sharp blade.
Isamu couldn't see that one; his senses were still weak at the moment.
The dark-haired woman is now in front of him; however, she wasn't facing Isamu's face.
"Who are you...?"
The woman asked in a confused but raged tone.
Isamu's hands were up. As if he showed no intention of harm.
Isamu hesitated to answer, but he has to make this one right.
"I-It's me, Isamu."
The dark-haired woman's eyes widened in rage; she then faced Isamu angrily.
"How dare you impersonate the one I loved?"
Isamu was dumbfounded by her words.
"H-Huh?!"
Isamu was confused; what does she mean? Does she not recognize him?
Isamu's hands slid to her cheeks, which were soaked with tears.
He held her cheeks as if they were fragile, but he then slowly turned her face straight in his direction.
"I'm alive. Please believe me, Akari."
Akari's eyes were lit up with hopeful eyes; it was her name spoken in a familiar tone and voice.
"Y...You're alive?!"
But Akari didn't believe that too easily.
Akari was about to perform a slash on his neck, but Isamu was able to dodge and call forth his weapon.
「"Summon, Moon Blade."」
Isamu held the handle tightly.
"Akari, it's truly me; don't you see what I'm holding?!"
None could ever imitate Imasu's weapon; that's something that he made for himself.
Just as Isamu was to react, Akari lunged towards Isamu.
Isamu cannot dodge it; it was too late. Akari is too fast.
However.
Akari's hands embraced Isamu.
"I'm so glad that you're still alive..."
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To be continued...
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