Chapitre 44: Yuma's seething rage
Yuma stands in the glass elevator. His breathing heavy as he falls to the floor of the elevator. Sweat rolls down his face.
"Why does the World Government do this?" Yuma exhales.
"Why do they corrupt the world?" Yuma grits his teeth.
"What gives them the right to take away freedom when it's a basic human right!?" Yuma rises to his feet as the sun starts shining from the soon arriving ocean surface.
"These guys keep finding ways to get under my skin"
Cani sits on the ground. Footsteps echo as she glares up. Her eyes widened. It was her family. Their faces are covered by masks.
"Will you return to your parents now?" Cani grits her teeth.
"Why would I do that-"
"This time as the heir to the throne?" Cani's eyes widened.
"I can finally…?" The tall man reaches his hand out.
"The only condition is that you forget about that Yuma and Boombox boy" Cani is shocked. Slowly lifting her hand. About to grab it before stopping.
"I don't think I can do that" The man is slightly in disbelief.
"Why not? Isn't this what you've always wanted?" Cani smiles and looks down.
"You're right, I've always wanted to be the heir… but now's not the right time… I'm genuinely having fun traveling with my friends, and Yuma WILL come to save me!"
Several ground troops sit around doing nothing. The elevator to the prison beeps slightly.
"Hey, did you feel that?" The other rises standing, confused.
"That slight shaking? Yeah… wonder what's going on…?" The first officer nods.
"Hope it isn't anything to worry about… My Wife promised me a massive birthday party when I return from my shift here in about an hour" The other officers congratulated him. Suddenly a slight popping sound as steam escapes from the doors of the elevator.
"Who could be coming up without notifying us?" The doors slowly open. Yuma exhales and death glares. Blades of horrors overcome all the officers in fear.
A massive dock on the far side of the island is overcome with tons of officers gaurding the elevator entrance building. Water calmly swishes back and forth as several wooden battleships are docked. Commanders and ground troops. Booths and barbecues for food. A lively space for the officers to relax and gaurd the prison's entrance. A commander walks towards his boat.
"Get those barrels of wine on the deck! We don't wanna anger Demon Lord Achlys with old wine, now do we?" the crew shouts.
"No sir!"
The commander exhales as suddenly the air get's tense. Everything becomes ominously quiet as everyone stops what they're doing confused. Complete and utter silence as the commander's eyes widen. Watching in absolute horror as a building explodes. Wood, concrete, and mechanical parts erupt from the smoke. Crashing into the harbour. Smashing people under large scraps of metal. Bloop stains the harbour as people rush around confused. The commander squints as someone stands within the smoke.
"Potential escapee!! Prepare to confron-" in what seemed like a flash of light, Yuma appears in front of the commander. Grabbing his face and slamming him through the solid concrete dock. His eyes went blank. Yuma rises to his feet, slouched over heavily. His face and chest were covered in shadows. His long pink hair ominously floating behind him. His eyes glowing red, Yuma no longer smiling. Yuma exhales steam.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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