Sousetsuka Death March Novels & Stories

The Sunderer had arrived, its main batteries unfolding like the legs of a giant, predatory insect. "Let it come," Sofia said, her silver hair tinkling in the wind. "Sofia, if you do this, there's no coming back, is there?" Nomo asked, standing at the edge of the ridge. "There was never a way back, Nomo," Sofia replied.

~ Marx was having a hard time accepting the casualties. He felt each of their deaths and each death left an aching space. Dempsey’s death had come as a shock to him. They had all figured Pentorium had been the safest place under the circumstances. Sven’s reach and influence had not reached so far, but there were others like him.

Itsuki said. Ethan glared at him, disappointingly. “You should, Itsuki. You should.” *** Early in the morning, Itsuki boarded his helicopter, and start searching for Mariko and Marcus. With some of his men, they toured all over Japan, until they reached the sea. They noticed a helicopter blade floating in the sea with a bloated body of a charred woman, hanging there. He asked his staff to take it, and they will bring it to the forensics to identify the woman.

Their bodies collapsed not far from Sora and Marion. In no more than an hour the soldiers were having fun shooting the witches as if they were game. Blood splattered everywhere. The corpses were scattered like fallen leaves. There wasn't a single survivor there. All of them died because of the cruelty of the French army. “Clean up all these corpses. Throw them into the forest as Master Pascale ordered!” said Roxton to all his men.

And he made the hardest decision a soldier could make: mercy. "I'm sorry," he whispered to each one before ending their suffering. "I'm so sorry." Through the bond, faint at this distance but presence, he felt Anya's anguish. She was encountering the same horrors in Tokyo. They all were, in every facility simultaneously. The full scope of Project Seventh's evil laid bare. "Clear the building," he ordered, his voice thick with suppressed emotion. "Leave nothing standing." TOKYO - 0615 LOCAL TIME Anya The Tokyo facility was chaos. They'd breached from multiple entry points, catching Project Seventh mid-shift-change, and the defenders were scrambling. Anya led her team through the research leve

Unfortunately, nothing happened. /Was I wrong?/ Naoko wondered to herself. /Or is it triggered in a different way?/ Just then, soil flew up a short distance away from the four mechas. Recognising the sign, everyone instantly flew towards the source and found a Deathtrap. Its thick and strong petals wrapped around the hairy black ant. The fine sharp hairs pierced the petals but it only quickened the flow of the Deathtrap's digestive enzymes, thus hastening its own death. "Looks like Lady Luck's really taken a liking to you recently, Tadashi." Isamu commented while everyone piloted down to the Deathtrap that was just slightly smaller than their mechas.

"War always reaches the depths of horror because of idiots who perpetuate terror from generation to generation under the pretext of vengeance." - Guy Sajer, The Forgotten Soldier * * * * July 2009 Aoyama Cemetery Tohya was quiet. He had a bad feeling that from this point on, he wasn’t going to like to hear what had happened to Ren three years ago. Yuri was listening intently as well. Not even she knew everything that had happened back then. She only knew how Tatsuya had died. Not why he had died.

Aito rose to his feet and slowly walked towards Haruto —like a predator closing in on its prey. The air felt heavy, pressing down on Haruto's chest, making it harder for him to breathe. He didn't know when Aito became so oppressive. The atmosphere was suffocating. "Dai," Aito continued. "Sara...Sakura, even her mother." He pronounced each name with each step, increasing the tension in the room before stopping right in front of Haruto. "You killed them all."

The procession moved in silence, the only sound the rustling of leaves and the distant howling of wolves. As they walked, the weight of their loss settled upon them, each step a testament to the sacrifices made. The forest, once a battleground, now became a funeral march. The group reached the edge of a tranquil clearing, where a natural spring bubbled, its gentle melody a poignant contrast to the day's brutality. With dignity and respect, they laid the bodies to rest, side by side, united in death as they had been in life.

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."