The Great Sword is not the Main Body!-Chapter 144: Trials (2)

And, and really, let go.

With that resolve. With that decision. I crawled over and grasped the doorknob of the next house.

"Ugh... Ugh... Hhh... Hh..."

The scorching doorknob bit into my palm. The murky smoke made my head spin, and the smell of death gripped my heart.

"Mom!! Mom!!! It’s hot!! Mom!!"

The screams of my grandmother, whose mind had split into dementia, cracked like splitting wood.

"Aaaah!! Aaaaaaaah!! Kyaaah!! Mom!!!"

Hearing those screams, I twisted the doorknob with all my strength. With a crack- the flesh of my hand melted into the knob, and I heard the skin tearing as the door swung open.

The sudden rush of air and intense heat struck my face, scorching my airways.

"Ugh, cough, ack... ack..."

I inhaled the smoke. I gulped the ashes.

I slowly crawled inside.

It was hot. Insanely hot. My back felt as though it were being torn apart by the flames. The hand on the floor and the mat stuck together, the skin pulling away. The shards of glass lodged in my knee felt like knives.

"AAaaah!!! Krrraaahhh!!"

With each step forward,

The screams grew closer. The skin on my back peeled away. My palms burned. The glass in my knee dug deeper.

"Moooommm!! Mooommm!!!"

Stop. Stop. Stop screaming.

Please.

Please, stop.

I don’t know where my mom is.

I opened my eyes.

The heat threatened to melt my eyeballs, forcing my eyelids down. No, no. I can't. I swallowed the pain and forced my eyelids open.

And the first thing I saw...

Was my grandmother, crushed under a fallen bookshelf, unable to move.

"Aaaah! Aaaahh!! Aaaahhh!!!"

My grandmother, covered in oil,

My grandmother, engulfed in flames.

The wrinkles on her face had melted away.

Her skin hung loose and sagging.

A large shard of glass was lodged in her eyeball, and a strange-colored liquid, mixed with blood, poured from it.

Her lips had lost all shape, and she foamed pink blood from her mouth.

There were, of course, no teeth visible.

Her tongue was gone.

What could be seen through the torn skin of her mouth were:

The remnants of a melted tongue. The blood foam. And a scream that couldn’t form into words.

Then, she stopped.

In the silence between the screams, her eyeball, turned inside out, rolled and stared at me.

The skin of her mouth lifted.

Blood poured out.

The blood-tinged foam, mixed with joy, burst out with the scream.

"Aaahhh!!! Aaaahhh!!! Uwaaaahhh!!"

It’s terrifying. It’s disgusting. It’s horrific. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to see it. I want to leave.

Gulping the stomach acid rising in my throat, I crawled forward.

I closed my ears. I closed my eyes. I closed my heart. I passed through the scream. Ignoring my grandmother’s death.

I crawled to the door of the room where my mom might be.

And then, I rose to my feet, grasping the doorknob with my flesh-stripped hand.

It was hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot.

"Ugh... hhh... ack..."

The pain felt like my nerves were being set on fire. I could feel thousands of needles piercing through my body, mixing with the blood and tearing me apart.

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I couldn’t grab it. I couldn’t turn it. I couldn’t touch it.

I’m scared. It hurts. I don’t want to. I want to stop. I want to stop it all. If I just go out now, it’ll all be better.

Everything will end.

"Ughh... cough... Ugh-"

Crazy bastard. Stupid bastard.

It’s the smoke. The smoke is messing with my head.

No, no, no.

I... I shouldn’t be thinking that.

BAM-!

"Noah! Shin Noah!"

Dad.

Dad’s voice.

Dad... Dad.

"Agh, ugh... ahh..."

No.

He shouldn’t come.

If he comes here.

If he saves me.

He will definitely die.

So...

Please, go away.

Please.

At least let Dad live.

Please, let me repeat it once more.

Please.

I held my breath, curled my body up.

Hoping he wouldn’t find me. Hoping Dad would live.

I swallowed the pain as my skin peeled off and held my breath.

But...

"Noah!"

Dad found me.

Ah... no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

"Fuu... Noah. It’s okay. It’s [N O V E L I G H T] okay."

The sound of Dad’s voice came through his fire suit, gentle.

His touch was soft. The wet towel was cool.

"It’s all okay. Dad will take care of everything."

"Ahh, ugh... ugh..."

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Dad wrapped me in a large towel and began to remove his fire suit.

"No, no, no. Dad... Dad, don’t, don’t..."

After quickly removing his suit, He began reciting the prayer he always said to Mom and me.

Lord, When I am called, Even in the hottest flames, Grant me the power to save one life. Before it is too late, Let me embrace a child, And save the trembling elderly. Always focused, So I can hear even the faintest cries, And suppress the fire quickly and efficiently. Let me faithfully fulfill my duty, Give me the strength to do my best, And protect the lives and property of my neighbors.

"And, according to Your will, If my life should end, Please, with Your merciful hand, Take care of my wife and my Noah."

The prayer ended.

The fireproof suit was fully on my body.

And, nodding in satisfaction, Dad...

Even through the pain of his flesh burning,

He smiled brightly.

"Do you trust Dad?"

"No. No. Dad... Dad, don’t, please don’t..."

In Dad’s arms, my body lifted.

"It’s okay. It’s all okay. Trust me."

And so, with the same mischievous smile he always had,

Dad walked into the fire, where nothing could be seen.

His steps were steady. His body did not waver. His will was unbroken. And his life burned brighter.

Emerging from the belly of the beast. Breaking through the teeth blocking the path. Piercing the fiery jaws that had sealed the way. Passing through the black fog.

The blue sky appeared.

Dad’s skin was completely burned off. Bright yellow blisters and pus flowed down. From his mouth, black blood trickled as he held in his screams.

But he smiled.

Still brightly. Gently. Mischievously.

"I’ll be back."