Unsettling Frequencies
Inside Zoick's lab, the lights flicker faintly as a spectral buzz fills the space. Zoick leans forward, eyes narrowing at the glowing data on his screen. The frequency patterns—too familiar. Too dangerous.
Zoick (mutters):
"This can't be… the same pattern… from the spell."
Dr. Shine enters, files clutched, tension heavy.
Dr. Shine (grave):
"We confirmed it, sir. These new frequencies coming from beneath the Earth… they nearly match the spell's. That's why Kwan and Lee went to investigate personally."
Zoick (frowning):
"How long will this take?"
Dr. Shine (quietly):
"Could be months… or even years."
Suddenly, Zoick's phone rings. He answers.
Sang's voice (on phone, quick and commanding):
"Zoick. No questions. Just come to my school in Velkrith tomorrow. Bring two white aprons. That's it. Bye."
Zoick:
"Wait—H-Hello? Sang, what the—"
The line dies. Zoick stares at the phone and sighs.
Zoick (exasperated):
"Sheesh… this guy."
Meddling with Teachers
Morning in Velkrith. The air is crisp. Students chatter in the background.
Zoick arrives, holding two white aprons awkwardly. He spots a familiar figure sitting calmly on a bench—Rakhad, arms crossed, unreadable as ever.
Zoick:
"Hey! Rakhad? You too?"
Rakhad (calmly):
"Sang came rushing last night. Told me to be here. No explanation."
He eyes the aprons.
Rakhad:
"Are those…?"
Zoick:
"Doctor costumes. Don't ask."
Right then, Sang comes sprinting, panting slightly, eyes determined.
Sang:
"Thanks for coming! Now quick, wear those."
Zoick:
"Wait, what?!"
Sang:
"I told my teacher you're my doctors. I need backup. Please!"
Rakhad (flat):
"This is foolish."
Sang (serious):
"If you don't help, I'm suspended."
Zoick (defeated):
"Fine. But this is the last time I wear cosplay to a school."
Operation: Fool the Teacher
Cut to the school hallway.
Sang (to teacher):
"These are my doctors, ma'am."
The teacher raises a brow as Zoick and Rakhad, dressed awkwardly in white aprons, stand stiff as mannequins.
Teacher:
"Doctors, hmm? What's wrong with him?"
Zoick (babbling with medical jargon):
"Well, uh, you see, the neurosympathetic cortex is in flux with—"
Teacher (confused):
"What?"
Rakhad (quickly):
"He meant… Sang needs constant monitoring. His condition is rare and… mysterious."
Teacher (suspicious, then sighs):
"Alright. But I'll be keeping an eye on him."
Sang, Zoick, and Rakhad share relieved glances as they retreat from her office.
The Tournament Announcement
Inside the classroom…
Teacher (clearing throat):
"Students! This week, we begin our School Martial Arts Tournament And Yoga Classes."
The class lights up with excitement.
Students:
"A tournament?! Like… duels and fights?"
Teacher:
"Exactly. You can face anyone, play any physical sport, or request a formal duel and also take yoga classes if you interested. Sign-ups close by end of day."
Neeran eyes narrowed and whispers,
Neeran:
Now my time has came sang ! Let's wait for tomorrow.
A Glimpse Into Shadows
Meanwhile… far across the universe.
Inside the Imperial Throne Chamber of Threxius, a grand meeting is in session. Pillars of stone, ancient flames, and icy glares.
Threxius (cold, voice slicing through silence):
"I did not ask about them…"
He stands now, crimson cape trailing across the floor, eyes glowing.
Threxius (growling):
"I asked—how could you confirm that they are… reincarnating?"
Silence. No one dares answer.