Capítulo 23: Chapter 21: The Echoes of Horror
As Seraphine and Kai sat in the Galactic Patrol spaceship, they bombarded Captain Kurogane with questions about their upcoming training. Seraphine, always eager to learn, asked about the specifics of the training regimen, while Kai, trying to maintain his cocky demeanor, inquired about Kurogane's past battles.
Kurogane, with a stern expression, responded to Seraphine's inquiries patiently. He explained the rigorous physical and mental training they would undergo at the Galactic Patrol training facility. "You'll be pushed to your limits," he warned. "The training is grueling, but it's necessary for the work we do."
However, when Kai mentioned the battle with the shadow cult, his demeanor shifted. His eyes, usually hard and focused, seemed to lose their sharpness as he delved into the memory.
"That battle... it's not something you should dwell on," Kurogane said, his voice low and somber. He hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to share more. "It was a nightmare, a stomach-churning experience. You two would have been lucky to survive it."
Seraphine and Kai exchanged uneasy glances, frozen in place by Kurogane's cryptic words. The captain's refusal to divulge further details left them with a lingering sense of dread as they contemplated the training that lay ahead.
Back on Earth, the intensity of Lyra and Ryker's sparring session was palpable in their family dojo. Each strike was imbued with years of martial arts expertise, their movements flowing seamlessly as they pushed each other to their limits. Amidst their physical exertion, they discussed their impending return to duty as Galactic Patrol officers.
"It seems our time here is coming to an end," Ryker remarked, his voice strained as they exchanged powerful blows. "We'll be back in those Galactic Patrol uniforms before we know it."
Lyra, her brow furrowed with concern, replied, "I can't help but feel that something ominous is on the horizon. This sensation of impending danger, the scent of blood and death... It's unsettling."
Ryker nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring her unease. "Let's hope it's just our imagination running wild, Lyra, and nothing more."
In another part of the city, Master Takeshi sat alone in his dojo, contemplating a Galactic Patrol uniform that lay before him. Memories of a traumatic past haunted him as he stared at the emblem on the uniform. His thoughts drifted to a photograph on the wall, capturing a moment of happiness with a woman named Rina, both of them wearing Galactic Patrol uniforms.
With a heavy heart, Takeshi whispered, "I hope I never have to wear this uniform again." His eyes fixated on Rina's image as he mourned her loss.
The scene then shifted to a chilling flashback of a young Master Takeshi. Hiding in the shadows, he watched in horror as demon-like figures mercilessly slaughtered Galactic Patrol trainees. The air was thick with the stench of blood as the demons reveled in their gruesome acts, their laughter echoing in Takeshi's ears.
As the flashback played out, Takeshi's face contorted with pain and anger, reliving the traumatic experience that had haunted him for years. The demons' cruelty and the brutality of their actions were etched into his memory.
Back on the spaceship, Captain Kurogane continued to pilot them through space, his gaze occasionally flickering toward Seraphine and Kai. He knew the weight of his words had unsettled them, but he believed it was better for them not to know the full extent of the horrors he had witnessed.
Chapter ends......
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