Leon's Diary
I have come back in time… how?
I still don't know why. Whatever brought me back… it wasn't human.
It has been a week since I returned to the past, yet I still don't know what saved me from those voices.
I have been trying to remember the things from my school days all of the memories seems to be a blur somewhere.
It is not like i don't seems to remember it seems like it is foggy after i fell in the in bathroom ...
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"I still don't remember what those voices were…"
Leon stood there in a trance-like state.
As if trapped in oblivion itself, he remained motionless, unbothered by the world around him.
"Yo, bastard. The teacher finally let you go, huh?"
Magato casually slid an arm around Leon's shoulder.
His tanned skin, ragged blond hair, and slight beard made him stand out from most of the crowd.
"Ah, Magato-senpai… it's nothing much. I just got caught sleeping in class, that's all."
"Huh!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"
Magato tightened his grip dramatically.
"That bastard called you into the office just because you slept?! I'm gonna teach his ass a lesson!"
Leon's face broke into a disappointed smile.
"But… aren't you the janitor?"
"Oh yeah… I forgot about that."
Magato's shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Well, kid, if you're gonna get called into the office, don't go for puny excuses like 'I slept in class.'"
He grinned and held leon in his arms .
"Do something legendary. Like beating up thirty guys or something."
Beep. Beep.
A Sound came from his pockets
"Huh? Guess it's time for me to go then."
Magato turned around and waved lazily.
"Well, don't let my nonsense get into your head, alright? You go do what you love."
His eyes darkened slightly as he walked through the corridor.
Magato is half Japanese.
He may be a knucklehead… but in my past life, he was like a mentor to me.
He was one of the people who helped us — the students — escape during the apocalypse.
This time… I'll make sure he survives.
"Speaking of us… I haven't seen Mark."
Leon scratched his head.
"I wonder where he disappeared to in the middle of the day…"
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Somewhere in the Middle East
The desert sizzled beneath the burning wind.
A young man with gray hair stepped out of a raging sandstorm, dressed in a white robe-like uniform.
Behind him, four men in black tactical gear followed in silence.
Embedded along their sleeves was a crest:
D.C.D
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The endless dunes stretched far beyond the horizon.
Their footprints vanished almost instantly beneath the shifting sands.
"Sir… we've arrived."
The young man looked ahead.
Below them, inside a massive crater, stood a towering rusted factory — abandoned and lifeless.
"Hmm. Where's Kaisha?"
"Sir, Miss Kaisha will arrive shortly. Shall we proceed with the follow-up operation?"
The young man turned slowly.
His blue eyes were devoid of emotion.
"What class has it been assigned?"
His voice coiled like a serpent.
"U-Um… sir… it's classified as a Titan-Class anomaly."
A thin grin spread across the young man's face.
"Ha… subarashii."
Finally… something I can kill without it dying too fast.
His gaze shifted toward the soldiers.
"Tell the commander that Silver Sword is going in alone."
One of the tactical soldiers instinctively stepped forward.
"But sir, command specifically said to—"
"Do you want to die?"
The atmosphere froze.
The four men suddenly felt as if thousands of invisible blades were pressed against their throats.
No…
This wasn't fear.
It was something far more sinister.
"N-No, sir."
The killing intent vanished instantly.
"Tell the commander what I said."
"…And?"
"Stay here. I'll handle it alone."
"Understood, sir!"
"Good."
Without another word, he leapt into the crater, slowly approaching the desolate factory.
That bastard… what does he think I am? His personal slave?
If he wasn't my superior… and ridiculously strong… I would—
…Yeah. Who am I kidding?
The soldier rubbed his temples.
Millions of tiny machines crawled across his ear, forming a sleek earpiece.
"Lion to Den. Lion to Den, do you copy?"
A voice crackled through the device.
"Den copies. What is it, Lion?"
"Silver Sword has engaged with the anomaly."
"…Copy that."
The soldier stared down toward the crater. He clenched his hands hard.
"Well… now everything is in his hands."
To be continued....