Kill the Dragon

Oracle lasted much longer than expected. Psychic energy was stable.

Red and Oracle lived their lives in a valley in northern Kanata, where people were cut off. Outside, Red sometimes sells animal hide in a nearby town and buys necessities. It didn't matter. Red, trained for survival, knows how to feed himself in the woods.

“How are you feeling? ”

Red, who grew a beard, said. He chops down the log and repairs the hut.

“Better. Maybe they're all better. ”

Oracle smiles and says: There could have been many factors. a stress-free, nature-friendly life, not using psychic abilities, the mind. Oracle smiles more than when he was at the arc. I had a cynical smile that I used to wear all the time.

‘This is what Cash looks like. ’

Sergeant Red thought he was doing a good job every time he saw Oracle's smile. I betrayed the expectations and desires of many people. But I had no regrets.

“About half a year has passed. ”

Sergeant Red sits down and cools off. War is imminent.

“Quiet for a crossroads of doom. ”

Oracle says, Sergeant Red nods in acceptance.

“Time flies. ”

Sergeant Red didn't think about the future. If I can keep Oracle's end, that's it.

“Red.”

Oracle enters the house and summons Red.

“Why?”

“Can you go to town and get some salt before it gets dark? We're out.”

“Now? You bought it last time. ”

“I couldn't use it because I spilled it by mistake. ”

Red sighs. Going to town is exhausting. He inspects the prosthetic leg. It's been half a year since Smith's last inspiration check. Everyday life is starting to squeak.

“Be careful. I'll go by myself. Stay home.”

Red pulls the mountain bike out of the warehouse. He climbs aboard in his helmet firmly. A long time after the path he made himself, he enters the asphalt.

“Hmm.”

Red sets up his bike at the entrance to town. He calmly walked to the grocery store he frequented. The villagers stare at the red. Red is a stranger, but half a year later he looks familiar.

“Indeed.”

Red mutters to himself and knocks on the shop door.

Heave-ho!

Red lights a fire inside as the door opens. He breaks through the side window and subdue the soldier standing behind the door. The user breaks the opposing Pokémon's arm and snatches their gun.

“Huff!”

A soldier with a broken arm screams. Guns all over the place point at Red.

How many? One, two, three, roughly ten? ’

Red shields the soldiers he has defeated.

“I'm not here to fight! Sergeant Red!"

The overwhelmed soldier shouts.

“You have the audacity to speak up about an armed subject. ”

Red snorts. As he enters the village, he sees the eyes of anxious people. Red has been kind to the villagers. I sell things cheap, buy things expensive, and often exchange them for damages. Familiar people looked down at me without even making eye contact. I knew why.

“Put the gun down. ”

You hear a familiar voice among the soldiers. Red opened his eyes, too.

“Long time no see, Chief Alexander. What about the arm?”

“One arm, as you can see. ”

Alexander's left arm flares hollow. He didn't have an arm.

“Well, it looks good on you. ”

Aleksander laughs loudly as Red nags.

“Thought you'd lost your vacation, but you're still good at it. Sergeant, you'll be fine if you come right back. ”

“Vacation?”

Red rumours.

“It's not officially desertion, it's sickness. ”

“Well, thank you. Paid leave?”

“Of course it's free. ”

Red kicks the dominant soldier's butt and releases him. There was an atmosphere to talk about. Red knows that Chief Alexander wasn't just chasing after him.

“What's going on? Come now?"

“I will not question the guilt of deserting you and Oracle. Come back. The war isn't far. ”

“Having me won't make a difference. ”

“Well, most first-generation bikers are dead. They're getting crafty. Do you remember Spectre?"

“A new type of minion that takes over and activates. ”

“I snuck in on the body of a first-generation Cyclist after the operation. Five people were infected and stirred up a commotion. And then, my arm flew off with me. Besides, there's a lot more going on than you think. Check back later for details. ”

“You're short on manpower in one word. ”

“It's hard to express enough. We can't afford to let a high-ranking man like you get away with this. ”

“That means the situation is bad enough that you have to take a leap to correct it. ”

Alexander did not deny it. The Second Generation is the main force, but at least the First Generation of Psychic Soldiers were also needed. Apart from the Third Grade reinforcements, there should be a conductor to fill the lack of experience for the Second Graders. There is no one better suited for that role than Sergeant Red.

“Sort of. ”

Red thinks about Oracle for a moment. Then I spit it out.

“Dammit! Oracle, really? ”

Red rises to his feet, speaking to himself. The soldiers around you flinch and react. Alexander raises his remaining right arm to stop the soldiers.

“What's going on? Is Oracle still alive? ”

Alexander thought Oracle was dead, of course. The medical staff said Oracle would not be able to leave the arc for more than a month. Thanks to Arc's medical support, Oracle is on the verge of saving his life. Half a year later, I did not support the assumption that I would still be alive.

"Why didn't you notice something strange? ’

Red realizes he's been on his guard. I was relaxed by Oracle's relaxed expression. He runs through the soldiers to the bike. I ran out without my helmet on.

“If Oracle were alive, he wouldn't have known we were coming. ”

Chief of Staff Alexander mutters in his car. It's no wonder we haven't located Red and Oracle. There is Oracle with long term foresight. Once you miss it, it's almost impossible to track it. She survived weeks in a city full of minions.

‘We met Red, which means Oracle is dead. ’

Alexander and the soldiers chase Red's bike. Red tramples, not caring about the soldiers chasing him. His hair and beard shake roughly. He doesn't slow down once he hits the trail.

The coup d 'etang!

The bike is out of balance. Red falls to the floor. The prosthetic leg is completely broken.

“Damn it.”

Red makes a swearing speech and jumps out of line. Soon I saw a hut.

“Catherine!”

Red shouts. There are no answers inside. He pulls the door tight. The door breaks and you fall out.

“Please, don't do this. ”

Red said as if to cry. He looks at Oracle in a muddled bed. The blood vessels swell up and the skin looks blue. The blood vessels glow faintly, as dark matter flows instead of blood. Psychic energy rushes through the veins.

Oracle just had his last seizure. The evidence was that the house was a mess. All the nails that scratched the wall were missing because of the pain. I bit my lower lip hard and there was blood on my lips. He didn't want to show Red his seizures. Last seizure leading to death. It is the pain of the whole body breaking down. The pain is so overwhelming that you die of shock before your body breaks.

Degur.

There were painkillers all over the floor. In the corner, the pill I spit out after eating was mixed with gastric juice.

“Please.”

Red grabs Oracle's cold hand. She's dead. I know with my head, but it's hard to admit. I wanted a miracle to happen.

The feverish Red shrugs. The man buries his head deep into the ground, staggering to his feet. There was a neatly folded note on the desk. It was her diary, her will.

[Forgive me selfishly.]

That's how the first sentence started. Oracle knew Red would die before the war. I don't know exactly how he died, but I saw it for sure. Every day, I looked into Red's future and tried to stop that day. But once you get to the cryogenic surface, it's impossible. So Oracle pulls Red out of the arc. As soon as you disconnect the arc, you see no sign of Red's death.

[For me, it was more important that the Reds survive one more day than the welfare of the world.]

Sergeant Red slowly handed over the diary. Behind the will was the daily life. It was literally a diary. Oracle's happiness in trivial matters comes from each letter. Because there were no fancy expressions or fancy modifiers, they were more transparent emotions.

“What do you want me to do?”

The soldier asks Alexander. Soldiers and Alexander stand outside the hut. Alexander listens to Red's cry. The situation was roughly predictable. Oracle is dead. He bites the soldiers back and enters the hut alone.

“Sergeant Red. ”

Chief Alexander stands at the door and says,

“Wait... please leave. ”

“Very well. My condolences. I don't deserve it. ”

Alexander takes off his hat with one hand and bows.

Red opened the kitchen pot. Steam still climbed to the top of the barrel in Stu. I tasted it and it wasn't fresh at all. There was salt in the kitchen cabinet that I had bought a while ago.

“That's a lot of lies. ”

Red left Stu and ate alone. I ate stew until my stomach burst. After finishing eating, he did the dishes and cleaned the house.

Square, square.

Red on the sink cuts off his beard with scissors. The short cut beard was cleaned with a razor.

Hiccup.

At the bottom of the wardrobe are neatly folded uniforms and boots. Red slowly changes into a uniform. The life that seemed like a lie ended. Red rarely straps on his boots, so he repeats for a long time. His fingertips tremble.

Red quietly pulls out his pistol and asks himself. The silence happened.

“That's not funny. ”

Red smiles and sticks his pistol in his waist. He is not Berter who wanders about with his life and death because of love. I was too old to do that. He carefully searches Oracle's journal and puts it in his arms. This was enough. The happy memories remain here.

“It's time to fulfill your mission. It was fun, Kathy. ”

Red kisses Oracle on the forehead. He walks out of the hut with a crippled leg. His eyes glow red. A splendid flame erupts behind his back.

The final battlefield awaits him.