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Prologue
-What
was that?
The
girl tracked the object with her blue pupils.
The
[Heavy Scarlet Fighter] that sped across the skies.
The weapon, which descended gracefully from the heavens, could more-or-less
be described as an overly-flashy one.
With
a form like the letter A, it did not give off the peculiar feeling
regarding its modules, unlike normal weapons. There were two cannons
on its underside. Sunlight glinted off its crimson, metallic armor.
This
was almost as if it was cut straight from a Sci-Fi anime. Nothing
like this had ever been seen in reality, up till now... The girl felt wonder from such a thought.
-Why
is that thing there?
Here
was the battlefield's moving ground zero of the phantom.
Beyond
the capabilities of the human race. Beyond the intelligence of even
humans.
Only
the girl could have been pressed on lower and lower into the rotting
depths of reality... It was unbearable for anyone who descended. It
was probably impossible for anyone to render help in that hell. Even
then, a boy who materialized from out of nowhere had arrived.
***
-Why aren't you running?
It
was most assuredly a monster. It was close to thirty metres from head
to toe. Regrettably, it would take a handful of humans just to
capture it.
With
cheeks that looked like they were stuffed with humans that appeared like apples, it appeared to
be skillfully chewing and swallowing its kinsmen.
Neither
bullets, mines nor missiles were able to halt the monster.
The
girl confronting it had been pulled down from the very top of the
food chain, and was partly a victim of foul play by the beast.
But,
before that, why didn't that pilot escape?
***
-You,
who exactly are you?
The
monster that looked up at the blank sky- It's body was about as large
as a building. It was around the length of half a train carriage, and
its large arms numbered eight in total. It had two ugly faces that
were based off that of humans.
The
girl stared at her adversary, [Human's Last Weapon], the Fighter that was
hovering in the skies, holding her adversary back.
Such
a scene appeared immensely heroic and fantastic. And the girl who had
the view closer than anyone to this scene could only see one beam of
light in the hopelessness and darkness.
“You...want
to help me, right?”
That
thin voice belonged to the girl. And the boy's reply was in a gentle,
alluring tone.
“Yes.
I want to help you as much as I can. So stop crying already.”
It
was later that the girl learnt of the situation.
For
this boy especially, by tearing apart the darkness that surrounded
the girl, he could be called the true hero.