Chapter Fourteen: Iizawa's Story – The Egyptians' Chaos
[On a morning after the battle, with birds chirping in a Taisho-style wooden building, Iizawa sits in one of the rooms, playing his flute softly, a relaxing melody.]
[In the same room, the seven Egyptians are each on their futon, most of them unconscious, their bodies bandaged.]
[Iizawa stops playing and sighs, looking at the unconscious Moaz:]
"That boy… intriguing."
(Flashback: Most of them had lost consciousness while Moaz tried to stand in front of Iizawa.)
[Moaz, coughing blood, legs trembling from exhaustion:]
"You… won't… kill anyone… from… my family."
(Back to present. Iizawa just observes, examining Moaz.)
[Iizawa whispers to himself:]
"His will… resembles someone. Maybe not a hero or villain… perhaps just a psychological destroyer. I need to know his story."
[Muhannad opens his eyes first, sits upright, head bandaged, shirtless, rubbing his neck:]
"That old man… hurts. Maybe he's rich."
[He looks around the room, sees Iizawa sitting, and Iizawa meets his gaze. Both silent.]
[Muhannad frowns, warningly:]
"Old man, don't touch my brothers or I'll break your bones."
[Iizawa narrows his silver eyes, then closes them:]
"I saved you."
[Muhannad folds his arms across his chest, muscles tense:]
"After you nearly killed us?"
[Iizawa ignores him, resuming his flute playing. Muhannad persists:]
"Look at me… what about my friends?"
[Iizawa gestures around them with his finger:]
"They're all alive, around you."
[Muhannad turns, sees his friends all deeply asleep, bandaged, and sighs.]
[Muhannad, curious but cautious:]
"First, if you helped us for money… there's no one here like that with us."
[Iizawa frowns at Muhannad, stopping his flute:]
"Really? You think I'm rich? I have a mansion, money, everything… and I would just look after you?"
[Suddenly, Hudhayfa wakes up, gasping:]
"A nightmare… really!"
[Muhannad and Iizawa look at Hudhayfa:]
"What's the matter? And this old man… wanted to cut my head off like a sacrificial lamb?"
[Muhannad, curious:]
"Seriously… what was your nightmare?"
[Hudhayfa thinks, then answers:]
"The bear from the Masha cartoon was chasing me… like Ali when he ate spicy noodles."
[Ali wakes up at the mention of his name, throws off the covers, muscles tense, veins visible:]
"Where? Where? The monkey?"
[Ali glares at Hudhayfa as if spotting his enemy:]
"You're the one who ate the cheese."
[Hudhayfa raises an eyebrow, nervous:]
"Cheese… what do you mean?"
[A strange moaning sound is heard. They look at Mu'min, asleep, drooling, muttering:]
"Mitsuri… hmm… yes."
[Ali pauses, looking at Mu'min lying down, rubbing himself:]
"Hmm… is this really a kid?"
[Without warning, Mazen, sitting awake, holding his phone, depressed:]
"No… internet… or PUBG… wait! I need to grab Zenitsu."
[Elsewhere in the room, Moaz sleeps with his brother Iyad in his arms, bandages on Moaz's chest.]
[Muhannad focuses on Iizawa, serious tone:]
"Now… tell us who you are and why you came here solo?"
[Iizawa stops playing entirely, places his flute aside, and calmly speaks:]
"I enjoy seeing and training new people… and you are now part of the Demon Slayer anime."
[Ali, as usual, aggressive and sharp:]
"Seeing? Enjoy? You were cutting us up like meat… slaughtered Moaz's chest… and say you're happy to see us?"
[Iizawa sighs, raises his index finger, answering:]
"First… listen. Second… it was a test, to observe disciples."
[Mazen, curious:]
"Grandpa… a simple question: who are you? And why didn't you appear in Demon Slayer?"
[Iizawa shakes his head slightly, clears his throat:]
"Good question. More importantly… I, like you, entered this world years ago, along with my companions."
[The Egyptians look at him curiously. Hudhayfa asks first:]
"Your companions? Wait… where are they? What happened? And why didn't you change the ending?"
[Iizawa remains silent, looks aside, gripping his flute, annoyed:]
"We… failed. I mean… they died. There were seven of us. Then I moved, with difficulty, from one path to another, where a being controls everything."
[The Egyptians focus. Suddenly, a scream from behind. Mu'min sits upright:]
"Mitsuri… heavy."
[His companions look at him shocked and curious. Muhannad first:]
"Mitsuri… heavy? What do you mean?"
[Ali, irritated by childhood memories:]
"Who is this Mitsuri?"
[Mazen smirks sarcastically:]
"The spoiled girl…"
[Mu'min jumps and kicks Mazen's face with a karate kick:]
"Mitsuri-san… my wife!"
[Hudhayfa, Muhannad, and Ali exchange glances, confused. Hudhayfa whispers:]
"Honestly… I don't understand. All this… and we haven't seen any of these crushes?"
[Hudhayfa decides to focus on Iizawa:]
"Continue the story… who is this being?"
[Iizawa stays silent, stands, his white kimono fluttering, hair flowing lightly:]
"After we eat… we'll continue."
[Muhannad leans to Hudhayfa, whispering:]
"I have a feeling he'll poison us."
[Hudhayfa looks at Moaz, notices him opening his eyes and smiling. Hudhayfa smiles slightly:]
"Good… you're alive."
[Moaz moves slightly, wincing from his chest wound:]
"What… happened?"
[Ali, sarcastically:]
"The old man defeated us and took us to his house… meaning 'kill the victim and walk in his funeral.'"
[Mu'min, who was strangling Mazen, stops, jumps, and hugs Moaz crying dramatically:]
"My brother Moaz, safe and sound!"
[Moaz groans slightly from the pressure on his injury, but smiles:]
"Thanks… Mu'min."
[Ali pulls Mu'min away by his shirt:]
"Step back… his chest is still torn."
[Moaz runs his hand along his recent chest stitches:]
"Looks… truly terrifying."
[Mazen's eyes glimmer at Moaz's body and mature injury:]
"Imagine Shinobu rejecting you… your body ugly… girls hate disgusting appearances."
[Hudhayfa, glancing sideways at Mazen, analyzing:]
"Studies confirm that Mazen, Mr. Potbelly, is cute… but has a belly. Moaz… don't worry. There's a chance a girl will like you. Honestly… you're not perfect like Muhannad… or like me… I'm smart."
[Ali interrupts, arms crossed, annoyed:]
"First… we want to wear shirts. I hate staying shirtless."
[Muhannad looks around the building, frustrated:]
"Yes… maybe you're right. Imagine someone seeing that… we'd look like poor people."
[The room door opens. A maid enters, seeing four handsome youths immediately.]
[The girl smiles shyly:]
"Mr. Iizawa-san requests your presence."
[Before her, Ali, muscular and curly-haired, brown eyes; beside him, Muhannad, taller with a sarcastic smile; and Hudhayfa, calm, whispering to his companions:]
"I think we're disgusting."
[Moaz hides under the covers, shy, muttering:]
"I want a shirt, guys."
[The maid smiles shyly, talking to herself:]
"They look handsome… I hope they stay here at Iizawa-san's mansion. Maybe I'll win one of their hearts."
[Once she leaves, Mu'min frowns:]
"What about me? Where's the flirting commentary?"
[Ali, sarcastic:]
"Go to sleep, child. Flirting? Seriously, Mu'min… you're still a kid."
[Mazen frowns, blowing air, looking aside:]
"Hmph… flirting is boring. Better play PUBG."
[Iyad, finally awake, stands and mutters:]
"Hmph… I'm hungry."
[The Egyptians, after putting on medical shirts, head to the hall for breakfast.]
[Iizawa smiles at them:]
"Please, I hope the uniform is comfortable. And I think you're strong."
[Ali, nervously sighing, buttoning his shirt:]
"Damn… tight."
[Muhannad, whispering with a smile:]
"If it's free, I agree… even if it's poisoned."
[Moaz looks at Iizawa, curious:]
"Iizawa-san… I have a question. What's your story? I want to know what happened to your companions, who that being is, and the story of the thousands of people disappearing from our world."
[Iizawa sighs, then looks at them seriously, silver eyes shining:]
"Alright… I'll tell you my story… Team Hope."
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End of Chapter Fourteen 🙂
Goodbye, and I hope this helps