The Sekirei’s Covenant

On the deserted streets, a purple figure flickered continuously, a beautiful face showing a hint of anxiety, as if she was searching for something.

"Sora, where are you? Sora…" A melodious voice came from the woman, but the tremor in her tone revealed her intense anxiety at that moment.

Following the traces of destruction, Miya looked at the vast ruins before her, feeling as if her heart was about to leap into her throat.

If she was really too late, if Sora had truly been killed by Karasuba…

She couldn't bear to imagine such a result!

Frantically searching through the rubble, a powerful aura radiated from her body. Despite her seemingly fragile figure and hands, no matter how massive the debris in front of her, it was easily reduced to dust.

She kept searching, kept searching, until at one moment, a voice rang out, and Miya's eyes, which had been clouded with despair, regained their brilliance.

"Miya, I'm here…"

The voice was soft and weak, but it was so familiar and warm that it brought a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair.

In a flash, she reached the source of the voice and finally found the boy lying in a deep pit, looking disheveled—it was Sora.

However, the joy that Miya initially felt turned to horror when she saw the deep, bone-visible knife wound on Sora's chest. Her originally purple eyes quickly filled with bloodshot veins, and even her gentle demeanor turned fierce.

As if in response, the knife in Miya's hand trembled, emitting a low, bloodthirsty hum.

With a bitter smile, Sora knew that if he didn't say something soon, a second female Asura would appear today.

"Alright, Miya, I'm fine, really! Quickly calm down, or I might really be in trouble. Cough, cough…"

Sora's words stunned Miya, and her overwhelming aura receded like a tide, disappearing in an instant.

She rushed to Sora's side, gently lifting him up and caressing the wound on his chest, which was so deep it could have cost him his life, remaining silent…

Sora knew that Miya was blaming herself. Not caring whether her hands were dirty, he gently stroked her delicate face and said softly, "It's okay, don't be like this. I let her cut me on purpose; it's something I owe her over the years. Besides, it's not all for nothing. Your husband has managed to wing that little crow!"

"Hehe, how about that? Impressive, right?"

With a grin, Sora looked like a mischievous child.

However, instead of the joy or surprise he expected from Miya, what he received were two streams of tears.

Yes, two streams of tears, falling like rain onto Sora's cheeks.

"Sora, next time, don't do this again…"

Seeing Miya smile through her tears, Sora suddenly felt a deep ache in his heart. He truly felt like a scoundrel, making the woman he loved cry…

"Ah, I will never do it again, forever…"

The two embraced gently, and in that moment, it became eternal.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

After an unknown amount of time, several helicopters flew overhead, finally breaking the silence.

"The second phase of the Sekirei Project has begun. Let's hurry back," Sora said thoughtfully, watching the disappearing aircraft.

"Okay." Nodding, Miya supported Sora and walked toward the direction of Izumo Inn.

The first phase of the Sekirei Project involved deploying the adjusted Sekirei into the Shinto Teito to find their respective masters, which was the preparation stage.

As of today, all the Sekirei had been deployed, and those above the ninth level had already winged. The Sekirei Project officially entered its second phase.

With the Shinto Teito as the stage, the Sekirei would battle each other. When only the last feather and her master remained, they would qualify to ascend to the heavens and control the fate of this world.

To facilitate the second phase of the Sekirei Project, the entire Shinto Teito was under martial law, controlled by MBI. All checkpoints entering and exiting the Shinto Teito were heavily guarded, and armed helicopters patrolled the skies day and night.

This was a strategy devised by Sora to prevent external forces from interfering with the plan and to stop those fearful of battle from escaping amidst the chaos.

The Sekirei were born with the mission of combat; they would not flee. However, the masters were different. They had already obtained what they desired, and fighting held no meaning for them. This was especially true for those masters who were not strong and knew they could not win.

However, from the moment they formed a contract with the Sekirei, they were destined to embark on a path of battle. There was no such thing as picking up a Sekirei for free without engaging in combat.

Three days later, at Izumo Inn.

"Hey, Little Glasses, could you not make that face? It scares me!" Looking at the leering Matsu pressing down on him, Sora broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hehe, hehe, now that everyone is gone, Little Sora, just give in to me, hehe, hehe…" With both hands moving, Sora's clothes were quickly stripped off by the lewd Matsu.

"Ah, no! I want to save my first time for Miya! I can't give it to you!!!" With his arms crossed over his chest, Sora wore a look of defiance.

Even the so-called "Shameful Sekirei" Matsu couldn't help but roll her eyes.

This guy, still talking about a first time? As if!

Ignoring Sora's protests, Matsu's hands began to roam, groping him without restraint.

If it were any other time, Sora might have been able to resist, but not now. He was practically like an ordinary person. For the past three days, he had been bedridden, and though he had finally regained some strength, it was only enough to treat the wound on his chest.

Although the wound had healed, he had no power left, and it would probably take another two days to recover.

What was that saying? Life is like a forced encounter; since you can't resist, you might as well enjoy it!

Hmph, Sora thought, anyway, if Miya found out, it would be Matsu's problem. Little Sora was the victim. With that in mind, Sora stopped resisting and began to enjoy the smooth, jade-like hands exploring him.

To be honest, Matsu was quite skilled. Even Sora, who was known as an expert, had to admit that she was proficient in everything from kneading to rubbing. Waves of electricity coursed through his body, making him feel so good that he was almost about to moan.

Seeing Matsu working so hard, Sora naturally couldn't just stand there. His hands also began to wander.

Bang!

Just as the two were getting heated, the door suddenly burst open, and a purple figure appeared before them, startling the two who were caught in the act.

"Ah, did I interrupt something good?" Although she wore a smile and appeared gentle, the two inside couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Miya, Matsu was forced by Sora! You have to stand up for Matsu, wuwuwuwu…"

Well, the first to react was Matsu, who didn't hesitate to throw Sora under the bus.

The action and expression made it seem like she had suffered a great injustice.

Sora felt his vision darken, nearly dying from anger. Matsu was too ungrateful; after finishing, she wiped her mouth and didn't recognize anyone, pushing all the blame onto him. If he had his strength back, he would have pounced on her and ravaged her a hundred times!

In the end, Matsu fled without a trace…

As for Sora, with nowhere to escape, what could he do? He could only wait for Sister Miya's punishment.

However, to Sora's surprise, the expected reprimand did not occur. Miya didn't seem angry at all; instead, she tidied up the bed and helped Sora lie down, gently massaging him.

Sora, who had just been emotionally hurt by Matsu's betrayal, felt deeply moved. Indeed, Miya was the best; her tender affection warmed his heart.

"Sora, do you feel better?" While gently massaging the acupoints on Sora's body to help his energy flow more smoothly, Miya asked.

"Mm, much better, much better! As expected of my Miya!"

Sora meant what he said. Earlier, Matsu had only focused on her own pleasure; while it felt nice, her technique and strength were nowhere near Miya's level.

A faint blush rose on Miya's face as she saw Sora's content expression, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

"By the way, Miya, where are Tsukiumi and Musubi? I haven't seen them around."

While enjoying Miya's service, Sora inquired.

"Tsukiumi and Musubi are both training hard. Even Kusano is working hard; your injury was quite a blow to them."

"As Sekirei, they couldn't even protect their own masters. Those kids must feel very guilty."

Miya replied while continuing the massage.

"Oh, I see." Nodding, Sora didn't say anything more.

Although Tsukiumi and Musubi were both strong, and Kusano had considerable strength due to her abilities, there were still many Sekirei stronger than them. It was a good thing for them to have some motivation to grow stronger.

After all, in the second phase, all Sekirei, except those belonging to the same master, would be enemies. The more strength they had now, the greater their chances of victory in the future.

"Things have been very quiet in the Shinto Teito these days. There are few people on the streets, and the Sekirei and masters are hiding in the shadows. Everyone feels quite uneasy…" Miya spoke, her tone somewhat downcast.

Sora was taken aback, looking at Miya's sad expression.

"It's unavoidable. Whether for the Sekirei or for the fate of this world, they must fight."

"All we can do is hold on until the end of the battle. There's only one chance, and we absolutely cannot fail this time."

Seeing the determination on Sora's face, Miya's gentle smile returned.

"Yes, with you, Sora, I'm sure we can hold on until the end. We will save those poor children and save this world…"