He was trying his heart and soul but could not make himself see the beautiful sky one last time he had seen previously from the same place. Was covered up totally by rules.
"Why does it suck so much to have a chronicle without choice?"
Izochi questioned himself, not even knowing what question it was. His left hand was still a little numb to touch and response that it was shaking little in try to hold down the sword.
"It still does not recover."
He looked down and delivered the sword to his right hand.
"Let's see what is awaiting for me."
He started walking to the center of the city through the alleys. Anyone genuine could not memorize or understand the alleys of a place in just the difference of a week. But Izochi did so. It was because of his chronicle, that gave him the certain intelligence to do it.
Suddenly, he got the feeling of something wrong around him. He looked around for a while, but ended up finding just nothing in vision. There was just darkness. Though it was already starting to clean out, but not properly clear.
"Am I getting mad?"
Izochi asked himself. And once again, Izochi felt something unnatural.
Izochi changed his path, from straight to right. By far Izochi was walking time, his senses were getting felt awkward. His breath was getting shorter. And the air air was getting heavy enough to not being inhalable.
"Is there something wrong here? Or something wrong with me?"
Just at the point of three roads merging together, he saw something mysterious. He was wondered and shocked at first, but later tried to calm down.
The thing is his vision was a figure out of his reach. Though it was standing just a few meters distant of him.
The figure looked quite human-like. It had a head, two hands, two legs, everything a human should have.
"Is this a spirit? Or a human?"
Izochi was confused what to say it. And it was certain to get confused enough. Because spirits generally can manipulate their shape of body, but they can not grow legs to walk on or get into the shape of a human being perfectly.
But the other question that arises in this that what came in Izochi's mind.
"What will a human or an Exorcist do in a situation like this?"
He asked directly,
"Are you against me?"
The figure had a clothing covering his body. Covered with a heavy dark robe totally. Even the heavy dark robe were covering his head from behind. From top to bottom.
Though there was darkness all around just a few moments ago, the place where Izochi and the mysterious man were standing was getting clear. The heavy fogs vanished, and light started to take control over the place.
The man were wearing a mask, a white one. Which covered his face. So, he was all anonymous and prepared. Yet his eyes were shining through the little spaces of the mask made for eyes to be uncovered.
"How are you, Izochi Horitoshi?"
The figure asked to him, advancing his hands toward him. As if he was calling him back after a long await for meetup. Izochi could easily sense the care in his voice. The voice of him was felt like a shadow. A shadow talking to human ears. That is how it felt like.
But Izochi was certain with his eighteen years of experience that the kindness and caring vibe behind the shadowy voice was just a mask.
"How do you know my name?"
A little laugh could be heard by Izochi in the sudden vivid atmosphere.
"How do you you know my name?"
He asked again, heartily waiting for the answer.
"Why are you so obsessed with a single question? Try asking something different."
"How do you know my name?"
It was the third time Izochi asked the same question And it was to be asked. Because someone showing up during this kind of time and knowing the identity was obviously supposed to be confusing and a matter to worry about.
"It is no use even if you know my name. Because you won't know my identity and self with just my name, the name you have never heard before."
"Then why are you here?"
"Now that is a question worth to be answered."
The man's voice turned to light from shadow. Saying he was pretending his voice all this time.
"I am here so that I can see your self. And try to convince you so that you come with me."
Izochi wondered. Why would someone come with such confusing goals- that was the question airing through Izochi's mind and thoughts.
"What do you need from me?"
The man looked at the sky. As the fog and darkness, both got eliminated their place, the sky got to be seen clearly from beneath. The galaxy lines was clearly visible, and also the stars around it.
"See, that is what makes desert the best place to witness the beauty of the sky. Even though it is away from civilization and modernity, it is closest to the sky's wideness and beauty."
"I have nothing to do with that now. Come to say what you actually intend to do."
"As your wish. See yourself. Deep inside, you want to touch that height of the sky. I would make you the freest over everyone. I want you to come with me. So that, I can even show you the path with which you can protect everyone."
Izochi was just looking at the man.
"Oh! You can even call me as-Mr. Fate."
They were continuing their talks.
But Izochi was also wondering where Marco might be.
"This man has showed up himself for quite a long time here. But I can't Marco around. Where did he go?"
Mr. Fate again offered his two hands to Izochi.
"Do you will to come by yourself? Or do you want me to force you? Little Maniac."