Tap, Tap, Tap
Yuuta and Maria slowly ascended the stairs, with Maria taking the lead.
They reached the top of the staircase, Yuuta tiled his head as looked around him in interest.
He turned to her with a raised eyebrow.
"Could this perhaps be the the seventh floor?" .
He locked his gaze at the locked door ahead of them, then turned to Maria with a questioning gaze.
Maria, who had anticipated the question nodded her head in agreement, before hugging the clipboard to her bountiful chest that bounced in response and put her hands in her pockets, reaching for the keys of the sole door in the whole hall that was locked.
Not even artificial plants were placed in the hall. The only thing that filled the empty hall were to windows.
Jingle-jingle
She took out a normal, unsuspecting looking metal key
"The lounge of the seventh floor" she said and after a moment, she narrowed her eyes slightly. "Is private, meaning that it is Invitation-only. Are you sure you can handle the consequences?"
Her voice emanated a profound chillness, as the air around them felt like it was freezing.
Yuuta narrowed his eyes in response with a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His eyes then narrowed to a degree that it almost looked
"I'm sure we'll find a way in."
She didn't respond, though Yuuta could feel the heavy silence surrounding them both. She wasn't sure if she wanted to stay, if she even trusted him enough to move forward.
Without waiting for a further response, Yuuta reached for the handle, his fingers brushing against the cool metal. He tried the door. Locked. Of course. His lips quirked. As expected.
He glanced over at the woman, then back at the door.
"So, you don't have the key, do you?" he asked. His words were smooth, unassuming.
She clenched her jaw, unwilling to give an answer, knowing he had already seen her taking out the keys from her pockets, but just wanted to annoy her.
"No. I don't." She replied with a glare as she placed her hands on her hips in challenge
Yuuta merely smiled at her childhood tantrum before curtly replying to her comeback.
"Then let's see if we can find another way,"
Yuuta said, the playful lilt in his voice hiding his sharpness.
"Unless, of course, you'd rather I take a different route. I mean, I could always try the windows."
The woman turned sharply toward him, her eyes cold.
"You're wasting time."
Yuuta mere chuckled at her antics before waving his hand in the air dismissively.
"Let's not waste any more then" he said, stepping aside, as Maria begrudgingly walked towards the door and inserted the key into the keyhole.
With a click, the door stood motionless before she inserted a 13 pin digit into an electronic number lock.
The door that weighed around 400 kilos opened soundlessly as she visibly struggled to even move an inch of it. Her face turned more red than a tomato as she placed both her hands on it and pushed without reservation and a vein even bulged on her forehead.
However, in response, the door didn't even budge an inch as if it were smugly mocking Maria for her futile efforts.
"Pant....pant..."
Maria put both her hands on her knees which trembled slightly from the strain she had put on them.
It seemed every time she entered the seventh floor, she struggled to enter the door properly due to the unbelievable weight. Usually, she would have a few shredded body-building bodyguards that would take all the work for her as a workout, but because It was Yuuta she was meeting, she couldn't afford being too careless in front og him and offend him.
This further proved Yuuta's theory that the system on the seventh floor was created as a precuation from external threats.
"Hahaha!"
Yuuta laughed wholeheartedly at the hilarious situation he watched as he slapped his knees, clearly showing how much he was enjoying it.
Maria glared at him through gritted teeth before a realization hit her, and smile bloomed on her face instead.
"Oh? Mr. Olympia, would you like to try to open the door for this gentlewoman?" She slyly asked with an undertone of a woman in distress.
Yuuta saw through her smug smile as he merely smiled and shrugged. He walked towards the door with his hands in his pocket.
He approached the door before putting one hand on it, with the other still in the pocket.
Looking at his ridiculous act, Maria was inwardly sneering with a hint of pity.
'Hahaha! That brat thinks he can open a door that not eve my body-built bodyguards can open easily with one hand?! Is he dumb or just trying to show off in front of me?'
After thinking about it, she decided it was neither.
'He's neither dumb nor is he trying to show in front of me. If it was at first maybe he wouldve wanted to show off, but after what he did to me, I doubt its because of that...'
She recalled when he had looked at her with his empty gaze earlier. When she thought about, she became slightly wet.
'No, no! What the fuck am I thinking? I should focus on what he is doing. Yes, focus, focus! Lets see what he will do now. Trying to act tough, huh?'
Despite trying to control her thoughts, they soon drifted back to the moment when he was touching her nape earlier, and she couldn't help but blush slightly.
Crack!
'Huh?'
Her eyes drifted to the boy who had formed his hands into a fist.
'Is he trying to punch the door?' Maria narrowed her eyes in suspicion. She couldn't begin to understand the logic of the boy's mind.
A crack resounded in the air, and a light shockwave hit her, dishevelling her previous properly tied ponytail to a mess.
In shock, she quickly threw the hair that covered her face behind her shoulder so that she could see what transpired clearly.
However, upon seeing what occurred she stepped back in fear. Each time she thought she had already seen what the boy could do, he proved her wrong.
Standing there calmly, Yuuta disinterestedly looked at the spiderweb of cracks that formed from the center of the door and creeped up its way to the top part of the door.
After around 27 seconds, the whole door collapsed to a pile of rubble.
However, Yuuta stood there in amazement as he watched what was behind the door in great interest.
The lounge stretched out before them elegant and grand. The room was filled with people in formal attire.
However if there was one thing that set them aside from all the people he had seen, it was the black and white masks with the elegant designs that covered their top faces.
They whispered amongst themselves, some sipping from glasses of champagne, while the soft notes of a piano and violin drifted through the air. The sounds blended into a harmonious backdrop for the quiet exchange of power.
The rich, opulent décor gold trim on dark wood, crystal chandeliers above them spoke of old money, old power.
The atmosphere was thick with a sense of entitlement, as if everyone in the room had an unspoken understanding that they didn't belong here unless they were of the right kind of importance.
'Its like I am back to my chuunibyou days, back when I dreamed of making a secret organization ! ' Yuuta excitedly looked around him as if he were a child that had gotten a new toy.
A scream resounded as everyone looked towards the door that had suddenly collapsed into rubble.
Step, step
Ignoring the gazes that lingered on him in fear, he stopped only when around 20 properly built guards rushed towards the scene, pointed their assaulted rifles towards him. Just from one gaze, he was able to understand the reason for their confidence.
It wasn't a matter of number; he had already displayed his prowess in destroying a 400 kg metal door created from granite and steel.
It was the skill and experience of the soldiers. He was able to grasp that they were stronger than most mercenary leaders, and were very skilled in marksmanship.
In slowly measured steps, he backed off, with the tip of his eyes lingering on an odachi that was put up as display on the wall.
Yuuta was no fool; he realized he wouldn't be able to handle all of them barehandedly without any injuries.
A bald tall and muscular man who wore a bulletproof vest walked forward and cracked his neck in an intimidating manner, as a few other guards slowly evacuated the guests that were inside.
"A rascal, huh?"
The man didn't even bother asking about his affiliation, as he had judged that the one that had destroyed the door probably wasn't him, and that he was probably only used to infiltrate in the chaos.
He probably thought that no human would be able to destroy a 400 kg granite and steel door out of sheer power only. The man clicked his tongue in dismay as he ordered one of his men to carry his gun for him.
A guard gave him a large metal baton that was around 1.5 meters which he grasped tightly, testing it in the air a few times by swinging it, before giving Yuuta a menacing gaze.
"Oi, rascal!"
He confidently walked towards the boy unhurriedly.
"If you tell me who ordered you to infiltrate this place, maybe i'll give you a painless dea-"
"Stop it Marcus!"
Maria who had been in a previous daze, quickly snapped out of it and rushed towards the situation that was quickly escalating.
She walked in front of the boy and held her hands out as if protecting him.
Marcus who as previously grinning in malice, stood frozen in his spot.
He frowned as he couldn't understand why his miss stood to protect the rascal.
"Little miss, why are you doing this? Could it be he threatened y-"
"Marcus!"
Marcus flinched for a second before he sighed while rubbing his bald head.
"Very well miss, we shall drop this case. However, who will compensate for the destroyed door?"
Marcus begrudgingly stared at the rascal as if he wanted to tear him to one thousand pieces.
Maria sighed in relief at his understanding as he gently put her hand on her chest to calm her raging heart.
"I will" Maria responded ernestly.
Marcus shook his head with a sigh as he as about to call out his men to cease what they were doing.
However, Yuuta raised his hand in the air with a grin on his face.
"Who said you could go? This is child abuse, you know?"
Everyone's mouth agaped in shock at the boy's shamelessness.
He was the one who had infiltrated after the door was destroyed and he was making a fuss about it?
How shameless.
Maria who was thankful at how the situation quickly ended without any casualties froze.
Well, Marcus was no different.
With gritted teeth, Marcus gazed at the boy with hatred as a vein bulged on his head.
"Rascal, you should be thankful that little miss all-" He looked to Maria who had a pleading look on her face. He knitted his brows in confusion at his little misses weird behavior today.
He glared at the boy before asking him with a voice that was dripping with venom
"What do you want as compensation then?" He hissed in unmasked suppressed rage.
"Your head" Yuuta answered confidently with his arms crossed across his chest.