Shattering Humanity-Chapter 376: Of Sense & Sensibility: The Military Art Of Strategic & Tactical Bombings
"Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction, and don’t reject your mother’s teaching, for they will be a garland of favor on your head and pendants around your neck.
My son, if sinners entice you, don’t be persuaded.
If they say—"Come with us! Let’s set an ambush and kill someone.
Let’s attack some innocent person just for fun!
Let’s swallow them alive, like Sheol, whole, like those who go down to the Pit.
We’ll find all kinds of valuable property and fill our houses with plunder.
Throw in your lot with us, and we’ll all share the loot"— my son, don’t travel that road with them or set foot on their path, because their feet run toward evil and they hurry to shed blood.
It is useless to spread a net where any bird can see it, but they set an ambush to kill themselves; they attack their own lives.
Such are the paths of all who make profit dishonestly; it takes the lives of those who receive it." -Proverbs 1:8-19
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[Inner Sanpaku, The Ganji-i-Sawai-]
Inside the storage room to Sanpaku, while TayTay is reluctantly eating a carrot. Every bite seems to be a chore for the sweet and savory food lover.
Aiden: "Come on, there’s gotta be something here!"
Sol walks up to the location on books being strewn and thrown about.
Aiden: "No...
No....
NO!"
Sol turns the corner around a quadruple stack of crates and with her heads up awareness, she dodges a stray flying textbook that whizzes right past her ear.
Sol: "Uhhh.."
She looks at the incredibly intelligent and perceptive young genius digging through a crate.
He checks each bonded texts cover and being dissatisfied with every single one, tosses it over his shoulder recklessly.
Sol: "Ya know, I get we were just bombed, and everything is kinda stressful right now, but I’ve never seen you this worked up before, smarty-pants."
Aiden: "Everyone else is really strong physically and only getting better-."
He cuts himself off as he reads both sides to another removed piece of literature from the open crate.
Aiden: "No...
...-and everyone else is getting better everyday.
While I’m here trying to accomplish the development of secondary and otherwise pointless devices, in a post apocalyptic world, as someone who is not mutually acknowledged by the universal energy everyone else has some sort of connection to."
He turns over another textbook.
His eyes of both anger and determination quickly scan the front and back covers.
The expression on his face unchanging, but this time, he places the apparently useful source of information by his knee. The young man with unclear aspirations continues rummaging through whatever pieces of literacy Laban had scraped together, and so happened to have thrown in the wooden case.
There is one fictional piece he doesn’t even examine and tosses it. The book landing at Sol’s sock wearing feet.
She picks the book up, reads the title, and thinks about the situation.
Sol: "I know you don’t need to hear this from me, a ’dumb, less educated high school cheerleader’... but sometimes you need to keep your mental sense and spiritual sensitivity in check, or you’ll end up doing something drastic."
She walks up closer to the stressed out, searching scholar and notices the title to the softcover he has kept for importance.
"The Military Art Of Strategic & Tactical Bombings: From 1911-The Possible Future."
Out of her sight, TayTay has a tear in his orange human eye as he chews the end bit of his carrot. Not because of his abnormal consumption of the carrot’s harder fronds base, but because it’s not all that too flavorful.
TayTay: "Mama...
Apple..."
Aiden slows down his information surfing, realizing what his unexpected friend is trying to convey through logic.
Sol: "Everyone with any self realization knows our hearts can make us overthink or overreact to situations with the most simplest of solutions. While our selfish minds can makes us ambivalent or uncaring to the more serious issues and problems happening around us.
It’s easy to get mad at someone for their actions or something they say, just as easy as it is to ignore the acts to any form of abuse."
Aiden: "I...I just want to make sure, if any of you got hurt or killed from some warmongering prick abusing their advanced military power, we could have a plan of retaliation."
The young woman without three of her five main human senses, but a closely balanced sense within her brain and heart, puts a soft hand on the young man’s shoulder.
Sol: "That’s what Shelly and the rest of the gang are for."
She sits down on a turned over crate, trying to talk some rationality into the currently hate and fear fueled mastermind.
Sol: "Listen, you and I, we’re both...at a disadvantage. I do have mutual acknowledgement with Seiõr, but to control the universal energy means ’feeling’ it flowing through the caster’s pores and orifices. With my major malfunctional body being as broken as it is, that aspect of training is almost impossible for me."
Sol closes her gorgeous, sun colored eyes and concentrates to the most of her ability, to create a ...
...
...
’SolSoulSeiõrShield’.
Her entire dark skinned body, and the relaxing clothes she’s wearing, get encased in a very thin layer of Seiõr. The personal hue matching her immaculate eye color. A flowing, lava-like combination of dark to bright oranges and yellows.
Sad, emotionally defeated Aiden can’t see the woman covered in a room brightening layer of magic.
Peeking from around the corner of stacked crates, TayTay looks at his profoundly speaking ’MaMa’ with his heterospecies eyes. Witnessing the beauty to her inner soul.
TayTay: "Ma...Ma...?"
After the human light source reaches it’s current peak, Sol looks really uncomfortable before she releases her held breath and before she can open her optical sensors, the Seiõr surrounding her vanishes.
Sol: "Unlike you, I don’t have a big, infinite sized brain to accomplish anything that changes anybody’s lives on a large enough scale.
Luckily, I have the Big Guy with me, most of the time to protect me...
Annnd in return, I somehow play the role of his overly endeared mother.
Each scale of our accomplishments might be different sizes, but it all depends on whether that scale on your end is full of happy people, or ruined lives."
[Border of Demon District and Outer Sanpaku]
Daisuki: "It seems like our new enemy has the same weaponry as what we’ve received from Miss Laban’s gifts. I’d say even stronger and more advanced technology..."
Laban activates her IceEye and tries searching for the 2nd Generation DæMon.
She smiles and nods.
Laban DaeMon: "She can teleport as long as no viewing eyes are on her, just like my sisters.
Thankfully, due to these alien symbiotes not being affected by Skalmönd’s Final SeiõrSpell, I can assure everyone she’s no longer on this island, but that’s as much as I know."
As everyone relaxes, they start putting together the past hour and the attacks on their peaceful territory.
Frustrated Itsuka clenches her teeth and shouts into the night air at anyone who can hear.
Itsuka: "Why are we being attacked by someone else?!
What the fuck is everyone’s problem with us?!
We haven’t done anything wroooooong!"
Her chest rises and falls in rapid consistency as she squints out a tear and a single snowflake from her symbiote.
The Izanami captain looks over at his rival and Katsu is getting back to his feet, Shelly holding him up with an arm over her shoulder.
Saku(thinking): *Even in an alien apocalypse, why are we as humans still fighting amongst each other?
The point of humanity’s tenacity is the confidence we can put aside our differences to defeat a common enemy, like the Icemen and Leviathan. Nothing can stand between human teamwork.
Instead, with Seiõr now exposed to the world, is the purpose for the Icemen, to wipe out the humans without mutual acknowledgement?
But why?*
Katsu(telepathy): *For a story to be considered a story, conflict must exist in the world...*
Saku is caught by surprise from his rivaling captain’s telepathic intrusion.
The Yang Vessel is pretending to be shaken up, but to keep suspicion off his potential, world ending power, he is truly injured from his tussling fall with the enemy.
Saku(telepathy): *Katsu!?
You know what’s going on!
That’s why you took off from the group to help Shelly against that unknown opponent who turned out to be too strong for her!
They’re using missiles on your friends and someday, on could land right on Shelly!
This isn’t funny anymore!*
While Shelly effortlessly holds up half of Katsu’s weight, the fearless fighter is explaining what she knows from the short discussion with the aggressive Sheriff, before the 3v1 brawl.
There is a moment of silence between the two as Katsu closes his eyes, and takes solace in listening to Shelly’s voice so close to his ear.
Even when her body is tired, and her mind in a state of panic, to Katsu, there is no more soothing tone than the voice of his purpose.
Shelly: "...And that’s when Katsu appeared.
At first, I wanted him to stay out of harm’s way. So I could protect him."
The amazingly observant and outstandingly perceptive Valkyrie descendant recounts the events leading up to the initial attack on her personally protected purpose.
Katsu(telepathy): *Saku...
I’ve been done....*
