Hunting Ground: Dusk

Skirmish upon skirmish, we started to collect the weapons and even the poison rods to add them into our arsenal. At this point, Neijya had memorized most of the files and now her other hand was holding a battle axe from the prey she hunted instead of that thick document.

Nusa on the other hand, picked a dagger, a modified sword with lightning element, and a short spear as he strapped it to his back.

"After the end is met with sorrow, the people of the moon shall recollect their prized possession. What are they hunting? The spine of the cowards from the earth.

"To every person within the files that is older than 40, cut off their legs after taking their breath."

Damarion Graves, 41 years old.

Jasar Spence, 61 years old.

Jabari, 46 years old.

Owen, 44 years old.

Jarrett, 51 years old.

Hadassah, 52 years old.

Koch, 58 years old.

Ferrell, 45 years old.

Gretchen, 42 years old.

Both Nusa and Neijy started to get the hang of it. As with every shift in location, they became more comfortable in taking the lives of others in such a specific manner.

Unlike at the start, there wasn't any hesitation in their hands. Every order that I threw was enough to keep them assured and precise enough to let them breathe throughout the battle.

While they began to cultivate the soul of a hunter, it seems like they need a break from all the gore and stress of keeping themselves alive.

"Well then, let's grab some food in Cassandra Tavern."

""Yes?""

Before that, I set the forcefield device that I acquired from the wastefulness of the Golden Beard to make sure that there would be nobody doing anything to it.

Interestingly enough, nothing could be discerned from the outside, this device must've been a hella pricy possession to acquire.

And because the infamy of the fact that this area was still within the Streetlight Talon's turf was enough to scare any opposition. Not like they would pinpoint this location either. I'm highly confidence in my pathing and observation.

As of now, the Yugen Extra must've been dispatching a squad to hunt down the perperator. Well, they won't be able to harness too much of a force. Like all major Syndicates, they probably have an even more important thing to do than focusing their resources on the incapability of their goons.

As for why I gave Nusa and Neijyt this awkward break from all of the intensity, it was actually more important than just filling their stomach.

They needed to get used on acting normal while being bathed in blood.

After we changed our clothes to someone casual, I guide these poor members of mine to Cassandra Tavern.

I ended up paying for all of their food. At first, they were hesitating to even take a bite after taking those lives. But after some reassurance, they began to chow down on their food and still had the appetite to ask for another.

Just like that, most of their anxiety was flushed down onto their stomach.

We then took a half hour setting the 'ritual' before getting the rest of the offering. After that, it was a one hour break for the Headlamp.

They were scared, extremely scared by their onw atrocities. Within that time frame, I allowed them to go anywhere else in exchange of wearing all kind of headpiece and another set of clothings.

It seemed like they would still need more time to stabilize, so I took both of them to the vast field in front of the storag building and just gave them to personal time they needed to make up their minds.

"Ahahaha… So this is how it feels like to be a hunter."

"Not necessarily." Nusa put a slight smile. "I think the way that Mr. Faust prepares and executes this kind of thing at the border of pure anomalies. I doubt that a normal person can do this kind of feat. Even the Yugen Extra will be terrified and confused with the unnatural phenomenon that is currently happening to them."

"I can see that!" Coping her anxiety with laughter, Neijya said that as she swung a sword-type MIND that she looted from the Yugen Extra. In which, she hadn't synchronized with. "Imagine being within the Yugen Extra's shoes. Their people are knocked and disabled while some are missing. And even if some of the reinforcements arrived, they couldn't track us with our pathing!"

"Well, that's the point." I pointed at my temporary disciples with a chicken drumstick. "We don't exactly want to look like a human, hence with this kind of preparation."

"It's about sending a message, huh."

We ended up talking about numerous things. Most of the time, it was me who led the conversation.

The one hour break had ended.

We went miles to search for more hunting spots, and even coming back to the former area we have already raised to secure the prey of the already established cue. And in an attempt to expand the hunting ground, we infiltrated their underground network from outpost storages and hidden laboratories.

"As the wind marched forward to the sound of death. Those who feel the lullaby shall end with extreme dread.

"To every person within the files that is younger than 20, kill them from behind."

Death:

Marquise, 19 years old.

Wallace, 18 years old.

Chaney, 17 years old.

James, 18 years old.

Curtis, 19 years old.

Tucker, 16 years old.

Irene, 19 years old.

"I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die!!"

Nusa swung his weapon against the target that was crawling away from him.

"I'm afraid that fate is to blame for your misfortune."

With every blood that was spilled, both of their eyes became more and more cold than it was fearless.

There was no hesitation.

They would use all means to accomplish the given command.

The sheer adrenaline within their body allowed them to ignore a flying spear that was aimed at their sides.

The impact from numerous blunt and sharp weapons that went onto their coats was ignored. Only the strikes that were aimed at their head got any attention from their raging action of selective execution.

All for the sake of efficiency and fulfilling their task while also allowing for more room for the incoming orders.

Were those the traits of humans that would be played by the City?

With their potential...

I'm not afraid to take it a step further.

"Let them hear the hymn of true harmony, the song of fool's eulogy. As there was nothing more of a beauty than the perpetrator of taxidermy.

"To every person within the files that was born within February, stab their left eye before killing them.

"To every person within the files that was born within March, break their feet and stab their guts.

"To every person within the files that was born within April, crush their skulls and break their fingers."

""YES, SIR!""

Death:

Silas Carpenter, February 10th.

Maeve Clay, February 12th.

Daisy Ford, February 17th.

Makai Reilly, February 18th.

Adrien, February 23th.

Kvan Spence, February 27th.

Gentry, April 8th.

Clements, April 9th.

Bradley, April 10th.

Amber Holder, April 11th.

Donavan Gregory, April 13th.

Welch, April 14th.

Brooklyn Adams, April 20th.

Hamon Eaton, March 1st.

Molar Woods, March 8th.

Goyran Knapp, March 9th.

Immanuel, March 25th.

Bradyn Morrow, March 26th.

At this point.

There was nothing but cold blood that was streaming within both of their veins.

Both of their eyes were wide open, not even the slightest of unnecessary expressions were shown throughout the hunt.

Their hearts beat faster with every person that they identified to be the target, with the following methods that were given to take them down.

Despite all they did were the same with one and another.

But each of their prey reacted differently.

It began to slowly bubble inside.

They crave for more of those experiences.

Even when they were hauling the dead bodies of their prey to the storage building.

Both of their minds were filled with the next target that they need to face.

As the last climax, I gave them the last cues of the whole hunt.

To every person within the files that was born under the months of April, May, June, July, August, and September.

It was obliged to pierce their hearts.

Before etching a cross-shaped wound on their bodies.

For those that couldn't be killed in under 60 seconds.

Utilize their own weapons as the method to end their lives.

Death:

Aryana, April 3rd.

Blake, April 4th.

Stephan Townsend, April 10th.

Trojan, April 16th.

Milagros, April 18th.

Ruben Bentley, April 19th.

Kasala King, April 20th.

Roid Garner, April 28th.

Jaron Barr, April 30th.

Ssezekh, May 7th.

Diazo, May 8th.

Leonard, May 10th.

Paul, May 11th.

Tomoya, May 20th.

Brutus Lester, May 21th.

Tumore Frederick, May 21th.

Jarjun, May 26th.

Kolbi Hanna, May 27th.

Power Cannon, June 1st.

Malik Dodson, June 26th.

Crizakh, June 27th.

Josue Lynch, July 2nd.

Himal, July 7th.

Brent, July 8th.

Abraham, July 10th.

Tanaka Kizaru, July 14th.

Sandoval, August 12th.

Impalus, August 20th.

Valentin Arden, August 21th.

Lea Mendoza, August 23th.

German Bartlett, August 24th.

Yasmine Coffey, August 25th.

Yo Chan Wook, August 28th.

Seong So-Young, August 31th.

Alfred Sutton, September 6th.

Deacon Perkins, September 7th.

Nickolas Zamora, September 10th.

Jaelynn Roy, September 14th.

Haylie Park, September 16th.

Braden Mcpherson, September 19th.

Alec Long, September 22th.