Shattering Humanity-Chapter 471: Finally Back Home

But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of, because you know those from whom you learned it, and how from infancy you have known the Holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus. All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.’ -2 Timothy 3:14-17

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Intercom Voice: "Please stand clear of the shuttle doors until they are fully open.

Arriving at Mount Decimation, Military Residence.

Do not stand from your seat or let go of the railing until the shuttle has come to a complete stop."

[Military Residence, Mount. Decimation]

In a shuttle cart full with their two home’s residents, Nephilim, Silpheed, Eden, exit the transport vehicle.

Nephilim: "Hopefully there will be an optometrist in the next batch of people saved by Queen MamMon.

Those are the last pair of your prescription glasses, Ms. Eden."

They are followed by the rambunctious quadruplets.

Timothea starts to drink for a comedic long amount of time from a public water bubbler. Her slurps are the perfect background noise while the most conflicting of the little girls are fighting to drink next.

Jamie: "Stooop!"

Pauline: "I was here first!"

After not getting a nap like the rest of his family, a physically and mentally drained Tristan and Stephanie.

Tristan: "Girls, please..."

As if by routine, Petra separates her inch taller ’identical’ sisters, and without retaliation or debate from either Jamie nor Pauline, the Shepherd Sister guides one in front of the other in line. Just in time as the heaviest of the four finally finishes her turn.

Next, Bethany walks in between a smoking Ichythis and Isfet, stepping out together.

Still having some information not yet known by everyone else, the most insatiable of the large group keeps prying her two roommates, while uncharacteristically trying not to be too loud about it.

Bethany(quietly): "So, now that you two are a thing, how about tonight all three of us finally take that shower together, and maybe we can make this the cutest throuple ever?

Huh? Huhh?"

Like always, a stone cold expression stays on silent Isfet’s face, but her cheeks blush.

Not as bashful about the topic, but with the same unfazed glare in return, Ichythis exhales and pinches her lit cigarette out before throwing the butt in the trash.

Ichythis: "I still don’t know what you’re talking about, but like I’ve already told you, I’m not self conscious."

Next, with a few games each as their dentist appointment rewards, Arai and Maniae look at their haul.

Maniae: "I’m so excited to play this!

When the apocalypse started, most of these were digital release only. I can’t believe that lady managed to get them on physical copy!"

His skeptical roommate, still clearly adamant on living with the General.

Arai: "They probably won’t work and she just tricked us to shut us up."

Maniae: "You said that about those games we were playing at the dentist office, but they all worked fine.

I don’t think she would do something like that."

Not hiding his true feelings, the blonde boy rolls his blue eyes in response.

Arai: "Yea, until she eventually does something like that."

While the exhausted Tristan is waiting for the girls to finish getting hydrated, Nephilim has his household grouped together and pats the responsible young man on the shoulder.

Nephilim: "I appreciate your family’s cooperation with Queen MamMon’s sudden surprises, young Tristan.

Tomorrow is a big day for all of the people under our jurisdiction and the misfortunate individuals caught in Mina’s deceitful net.

Enjoy the evening with your family, and get some rest. "

Tristan nods with a tired smile.

Tristan: "No problem, General Nephilim.

It was a nice change of pace, having a pre-apocalypse experience again."

Thinking about the scheduled battle against his former friend’s faction, Tristan remembers all the questions he wants to ask Katsu.

Tristan: "Besides I want to make sure I’m rested enough and have a clear head for when I finally get to ask Katsu what the truth really is, if he’s actually a manipulative terrorist, and why he was in Roronora, the night my home city was raided and erased by those aliens he can apparently control."

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{Tomodachi Town}

In his head, Katsu’s inner self talks to himself, planning his next move based on his knowledge of what’s to come.

Katsu(thinking): *She should regain all of the clone memories in 3...2...1...*

In perfect timing, Shelly perks up as the events of what happened inside the padded room come flooding into her mind.

Still placating to the innocent goofball role, Katsu tilts his head and hops down from his spot.

Katsu: "Shell?"

Once all of the clone memories have stored themselves in the original’s brain, Shelly at first focuses on the fact Aiden had a foot missing.

Shelly: "Aiden!"

Somehow already knowing what they have missed while in their own storyline, Katsu still pretends out loud to have no idea what she’s worried about.

Katsu: "What?

Why are you worried about Aiden?"

Shelly: "My clones memories...

If the clones Saku made of me disappeared a while ago..."

Katsu: "And Big Sis Scylia is strong enough to keep her ability active as long as she’s... conscious..."

The two Izanagi Captains look at each other, now with an immediate reason to worry for their other Takamagahara members.

Having been used as a launch pad for a Mach 4 Shelly on Nantucket, the sentient sword Madame Fryer has finally returned to her passed down owner back on Kami Island. Zooming into the gym building, and lighting up the dark area.

Despite the currently unsure status of their Takamagahara teammates, Shelly and Katsu half smile in relief from seeing the Æther ally catch up to the Ace for a second time today.

The flaming blade floats over to the valid Valkyrie and ’dances’ around the blonde. Using the friendly fire covered steel, Madame Fryer nuzzles Shelly’s cheek.

Shelly: "I’m fine, Madame Fryer.

I’m okay."

The perceptive young woman looks at both her hips and then at the all black Seax in her grip. Finally, checking her empty sweatshirt front pocket.

Shelly: "Shit!

I must’ve dropped the scabbard for my new dagger at some point in my fight with the Sheriff and I don’t know when I got separated from your golden sheath either, Madame."

The sword of fire seems to shift left to right, as if looking around for her golden home.

Katsu: "Looking for this?"

Gaining both Shelly and Madame Fryer’s attention, from the same long duffle bag he recovered the SeiõrSupps from, Katsu holds up an empty golden scabbard.

From inside the holster, onomatopoetic crackling of a calm campfire and the scent of s’mores permeates throughout the room.

Katsu underhand tosses it without a rotation, and with perfect precision, Madame Fryer flies into her golden cover.

Now snug in her golden ’sleeping bag’, the mythical weapon floats slowly to Shelly’s hip and sticks there.

Giving a few appreciative pats to the resting ally at her hip, Shelly softly thanks the Old Norse goddess.

Shelly: "Thank you for aiding me against that Sheriff, Madame Fryer.

Get some rest."

After searching the rest of the bag which contained their stolen goods, Katsu shakes his head.

Katsu: "I don’t see your other sheath thingy in here, Shell.

Do you wanna check the roof?

Maybe you dropped it when you spontaneously disappeared up there, haha!"

Not too concerned about the minor inconvenience, Shelly shakes her head.

She looks at the chic, all black blade with dried blood all over it.

Shelly: "I had it in my sweatshirt pocket when I landed on Nantucket, but it must’ve fallen out while I was fighting in high speed winds."

Noticing one of the full jugs of water originally intended to waterboard her purpose she grabs it and rinses off the blood from her gifted long dagger and the smears of red on her face.

Shelly: "It’s not that big of a deal, really.

I was concerned about finding Madame Fryer’s irreplaceable house more.

I can always find a replacement, or make a leather for this one."

The keen auditory sense of Shelly makes her ear twitch as something is softly dragging across the foam tile floor near them.

After regaining consciousness, the handcuffed, towel gagged, captured Vinland Marine Captain is caught trying to inchworm sneak away while Katsu and Shelly were distracted.

A sneaker gently presses down on his back and gradually increases the pressure to pin the detained soldier to the floor.

Cranking his head, the helpless PoW looks up, and is met with a thousand yard death glare from a pissed off Shelly.

Shelly: "Where do you think you’re going?"

With her badass confidence, Shelly keeps putting progressively more and more force down on the back of her prey as she squats to whisper proximity. Trash talking the now powerless Captain.

Shelly(whispers): "You’re lucky the person you were torturing has a bleeding heart of gold that can never be changed.

Cuz if you had killed him, I would’ve torn off your limbs with my own hands, and left you chained in isolated darkness until you die. Unable to move, covered in your own blood, shit, and piss."

Her darkened blue eyes never blink as she ominously threatens the man now struggling to expand his chest for an inhale.

The strain on Captain Willems back muscles and spine can be heard as the pressure from the scornful woman pushes harder down. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Unable to plea his case with no air, and his mouth stuffed with a towel, the muffled, painful groans behind the mouth gag are his only response.

Katsu: "Come on, Shell.

Ease up on his spine.

Hahaha, I know I said to keep him alive, but that doesn’t mean paralyzing him is the next best thing.

We don’t have any SeiõrSupps on hand."

Still looking through the man, the Beast of the Beasts takes her heavy foot off the Captain’s back. From the sweet mercy, whistling inhales through the man’s nose and to his lungs fast enough preventing him from passing out.

However, after his brief moment of relief to regulate his breathing...

Katsu: "But you should probably knock him out again so he doesn’t try anything funny."

Captain Willems(muffled): "Hrh?"

*WHAP!*

Everything goes dark again for the Marine Captain as he loses consciousness.