Suguru Geto

The gunshots flying past your ears sounded like bugs. They zipped, the whoosh ringing in your head

The war had been going on for about a year, it was ruthless, no one had a break, and even then, it was minimal. Everyone kept attacking, fighting, and there was never a white flag raised. No one even knew why they were fighting anymore.

It felt like being an obedient dog, you had to do what they said or else you'd be shunned.

Currently, you were at the front lines. The law had allowed men and women to be in the same lines. They were so desperate to win that they drafted both men and women

Reload. Shoot. Repeat

Again and again your actions were almost mechanical. You were surprised you were alive, at this point you thought you'd be dead.

Soon you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder, it bloomed across your body and you fell to the ground. It was so much softer than anything. The sun was bright, the sky was a baby blue, the clouds were barely seen. It was almost mocking you. You could've been home with your loved ones watching the sky with no woes or worries. But the war destroyed that desire.

A few minutes passed. The shooting died down, your breath hitches, the pain was unbearable, sure you had gotten shot down a few times, but it was dangerously close to the bone. It was throbbing with blood leaking out. You tried your hardest to put pressure on it, avoiding the urge to remove the bullet.

The sun was bright in your eyes.

But a shadow blocked it. A silhouette of a man you didn't know. His hair seemed to have been much longer than the average. He had a black mask on. Bright vivid purple eyes that seemed to bore holes into yours.

Before you knew it you were being hoisted up on his shoulders and brought back to his camp. You felt yourself black out before hearing a deep voice

"You'll live."

And everything went quiet.