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Rivermoor City...
Noble Mansion Grounds...
High above the estate, Jetray banked sharply.
Something was wrong.
His green eyes narrowed as he spotted bodies scattered across the garden paths—guards lying motionless where they should have been standing watch.
-SWISH!
He descended fast, wings slicing the air, and landed beside the nearest one with a soft skid.
Jetray knelt and shook the guard firmly.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Nothing. Another guard. Same result.
Breathing steady. Pulse normal. Deep sleep.
"SEDATIVE, NOT DEAD."
Jetray growled seeing all the guards were in the same state.
That made it worse.
He straightened, scanning the grounds—Then a scream tore through the night from inside the mansion.
-Ahhhh!!!
"...."
Jetray didn't hesitate. He slammed his palm against the Omnitrix symbol embedded in his chest.
-Thud.
-FLLASSSHHH!!!
A radiant green flash exploded outward.
Light swallowed his form—
—and when it cleared, Four Arms stood in his place, massive frame coiling with restrained power.
"FOUND YOU."
He charged.
Inside the Mansion...
The doors didn't stand a chance.
Four Arms burst through the entrance and thundered up the stairs, each step shaking the structure. The screams echoed again—closer now.
He followed the sound straight to the upper floor.
The corridor ahead was lit by a single open doorway.
Four Arms squared his shoulders and stormed forward.
The bedroom door exploded inward.
BAM.
Four Arms burst through the frame, red fur bristling, four massive hands flexing as his shadow swallowed the room.
The sight that greeted him was unmistakable.
"...."
"...."
"...."
A man in a black coat and wide-brimmed hat stood near the bed, fingers twisted into long, gleaming blades.
Before him, the noble lay collapsing, blood staining his clothes as he clutched his stomach.
Nearby, a woman screamed, scrambling backward in panic, hiding behind overturned furniture.
No one had expected this.
Especially not a towering, four-armed beast.
Four Arms didn't hesitate.
"GET AWAY FROM THEM."
He lunged. In a single motion, one arm hooked around the wounded noble and yanked him free, dragging him clear of the blades.
Another massive fist came swinging forward, aimed straight for the intruder's head.
At the last possible second—Jack moved.
He leapt backward, coat flaring as the punch missed him by inches.
The blow didn't stop.
Four Arms' fist smashed into the floor instead.
-BAM!!!
CRACK.
The impact shattered stone and wood alike.
The floor gave way with a deafening roar, collapsing under the force.
The bed, the noble, the woman—and even Four Arms himself—dropped straight through the opening.
They crashed down into the ground floor kitchen, debris raining around them as furniture splintered and tiles shattered.
Four Arms landed first, absorbing most of the impact, immediately shielding the injured noble and the woman with his bulk.
Above them, dust and broken beams hung in the air.
Jack stood at the edge of the hole, peering down.
A slow smile spread across his face. He said lightly.
"Impressive,"
He adjusted his hat, monocle glinting in the dim light.
"This is getting interesting."
Below, Four Arms rose to his full height, cracking his neck as he looked up through the broken floor.
-CRACK
"YOU'RE NOT LEAVING."
Dust still drifted through the air.
Above the shattered floor, Jack straightened.
His grimoire snapped open on its own, pages flipping rapidly as dark mana surged around him.
Symbols burned briefly across the parchment before settling on a single page.
Jack raised both arms slowly—almost theatrically.
"Dagger Magic: Symphony of Blades."
The kitchen responded.
Every sharp object trembled.
Kitchen knives tore free from counters.
Cleavers ripped from hooks.
Broken shards of metal, snapped utensils, even fragments of shattered steel fittings all lifted into the air, shimmering as mana wrapped around them.
They hovered. Dozens of blades. All pointed downward.
"...."
At Four Arms. Jack laughed softly, arms still raised as if conducting an orchestra. He said.
-HAHAHA!
"Beautiful, isn't it? So many tools, all eager to serve."
Four Arms planted his feet firmly into the cracked tiles, four fists clenching as he looked up at the floating weapons.
"ENOUGH."
His voice thundered through the ruined room.
"WHY ARE YOU KILLING THESE PEOPLE? AND WHY DO YOU HAVE A FORBIDDEN BOOK OF DEVILS AND FALLEN ANGELS?"
For the first time since the fight began—Jack stopped smiling.
"...."
The floating blades froze midair, humming faintly.
Slowly, Jack lowered his arms.
His eyes gleamed beneath the brim of his hat as he looked down through the hole in the floor, directly at Four Arms.
A quiet chuckle escaped him. He said softly, mockery dripping from every word,
-Chuckle
"…So, you found it."
He tilted his head, almost pleased.
"I was wondering how long it would take."
His smile returned—but this time, it was sharper.
"Looks like you've finally been caught."
The knives trembled, eager.
Four Arms' question hung in the air.
For a moment, Jack said nothing.
"...."
Then—He laughed.
Not loud. Not wild.
A slow, broken sound that echoed through the ruined mansion.
"Cleanse, That's what I'm doing."
Jack said softly, eyes lifting toward the cracked ceiling.
The floating blades trembled as his mana pulsed.
"I'm cleaning this world,"
He continued, voice growing steadier, colder.
"Removing what rots it from the inside."
Four Arms' fists tightened.
"...."
"THAT DOESN'T ANSWER THE QUESTION."
Jack ignored him. He went on, almost sermon-like.
"Men work themselves to ruin, They bleed. They sacrifice. They trust."
His mouth twisted in disgust.
"And what do they get in return?"
He laughed again, sharper this time.
-KEKEKE!
"Lies. Mockery. Tears that mean nothing."
His gaze snapped downward. To the woman cowering behind the shattered furniture. The look he gave her was pure contempt. Jack said.
"They smile while betraying, They cry when caught. And everyone rushes to protect them."
His eyes burned. as he declared.
"I save men from that fate, I end the lies before they destroy more lives."
Four Arms stepped forward, shaking debris loose with every movement.
"YOU'RE NOT A SAVIOR."
Jack finally looked at him fully. He replied calmly.
"Oh, I know, Saviors are loved."
He tilted his head, staring up at the broken ceiling again. He whispered.
"I don't need love, I need results."
The blades around him shifted, angling sharper. As Jack continued.
"I choose those who break trust, Those who laugh at loyalty. Those who turn devotion into a joke."
He exhaled slowly then he spoke.
-Sigh
"This world rewards them, So I correct it."
Silence followed. Even the knives seemed to wait.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Four Arms' voice dropped, heavy with certainty.
"YOU'RE NOT CLEANING ANYTHING. YOU'RE JUST HIDING YOUR HATRED BEHIND WORDS."
Jack's smile finally faded.
For the first time—There was irritation in his eyes.
"…Perhaps,"
He said quietly. Then his grin returned, wider than before. He added.
-Grin
"But hatred, is a very efficient tool."
The knives trembled, ready to fall.
And in that ruined kitchen, ideology finally gave way to inevitability—
Because no matter how righteous Jack believed himself to be… he had chosen a wrong path to get his revenge.
Jack's laughter faded.
For a moment, the floating blades remained suspended—but his mana softened, the sharp hum dulling into a quiet tension. He said.
"…You want to know why?"
His voice lost its edge. He looked upward, past the cracked ceiling, as if the past were written there.
"Her name was Gabriel."
Four Arms didn't move. The name seemed to matter. While Jack continued.
"She owned the bakery across from my barber shop, The one with the blue shutters. You could smell sugar and butter before you even saw the sign."
A faint smile tugged at his lips—small, fragile. As he spoke.
"Her cakes were my favorite, Always warm. Always perfect. She'd complain when I showed up too early just to buy the first batch."
The knives trembled slightly. While Jack went on.
"She was my childhood friend, We grew up on the same street. Shared meals. Shared secrets. Shared dreams that never quite left us."
His eyes softened, distant. His voice become low.
"On her birthday, I finally worked up the courage."
Jack inhaled slowly.
"I proposed to her."
Four Arms felt the shift—not mana, but emotion. While Jack said with a mesmerised.
"She was surprised, Of course she was. I wasn't some noble. I wasn't rich. Just a barber with steady hands and honest work."
He let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
"She asked for time. Said she needed to think."
The silence stretched.
"...."
"...."
"...."
"…And then she said yes."
For the first time since the fight began, Jack's expression was unguarded. He said simply.
"I was the happiest man in the world, I thought… I thought that was it. That I'd made it."
The blades around him slowly lowered an inch, no longer aimed—just waiting.
Four Arms spoke carefully now.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?"
Jack's smile vanished. The warmth drained from his face as if it had never existed. He said softly, eyes hardening,
"…She taught me, that trust is the most fragile thing a man can give."
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