Satoya was sitting on his bed inside the expensive rental house Rayna bought for the gang. It was around afternoon, the ceiling fan of his room was spinning, the ticking sound of the clock, and lastly the sounds of a running faucet that someone left on in the bathroom.
Satoya was in deep thought. Yet again, still contemplating on why he said such a thing to Rin, as his true answer. Perhaps being a Truth Seeker isn't that great, perhaps it reaches out and tears out the uncomfortable real nature out of someone. He still couldn't understand, he's slowly but surely realizing that this simple world he didn't necessarily thrive in, just survived in, was more vast than he thought—at least in terms of hidden lore that is quite literally common sense to everyone.
He heard a buzzing noise from his phone that was left untouched on his desk. So he stood up, scratching his hair messily, curious about what he received. He turned his phone on, and to his surprise, he finally received another contract. The last contract he "received" where he and the others along with Ludwig were in GeraldTown, wasn't necessarily his, it was Ludwig's. Despite him not really wanting to do anything, he still had the sensation of simply wanting to complete a contract himself.
The contract on his phone read:
Contract: Take the Wrehtched blood vial from the hands of The Jurisdiction Court.
Payment: 35,000 Alikurs.
Shortly prior, Satoya had actually searched up what the Jurisdiction Court, as after Ludwig randomly named some organization he never heard of, he made sure to remember it, and surprisingly, he did—even after getting knocked out by Zykar. The Jurisdiction Court is the largest criminal organization in the world, worshippers of the Ancient Crucible, The Jurisdiction Gavel, contrary to what he had initially thought, the Gavel doesn't seem to care about being worshipped by such "unjust" people, but hey, they are deities, Satoya himself barely understands who or what he is, so I don't think there's really a problem with him not understanding cosmic entities.
There isn't any punishment for not accepting a contract given by the RC. To be honest, Satoya viewed them right now as a weird—possibly corrupt—bureaucratic organization. However, Satoya ever since he became a truth seeker, is constantly in this odd state of nervousness, an "urge?" To keep going, he joined the RC simply because he had this instinctual-but-also-wanted-the-nervousness-to-go-away.
So he grabbed the sheathed katana, and snuck out of the house. No one's stopping him, free will, I guess, the location of the contract wasn't too far, so Satoya figured why not go for a walk?
The walk went for no less than 10 minutes, eventually making it to this luxuriously large mansion. He was immediately spotted by 2 people, who wore suits you'd see be worn inside a traditional courtroom. The 2 men were stationed on guard in front of a stone fence.
"You are on the property of the great Argoreas! Tell us your purpose here!" One of them crossed their arms, he was bald, wearing sunglasses that weren't even worn correctly. His voice was jagged, if that's how you describe it.
"Wait a minute… That's a Regulator licensed katana!" The other pointed out, grabbing the mace that was gently placed on his back. This mace wielding man had well maintained hair, and an eye patch covering his right eye, was he wearing that for fashion? Or genuine blindness? Satoya is unable to figure it out.
The man in the eye patch raised his mace into the air, then swung it down, cracking the road. But strangely, Satoya noticed that this was easier to react to than he thought, roughly dodging to the side. He instinctively smacked the sheathed katana into the man's neck, rendering him unconscious on the spot.
That's weird? Why was it slower than I thought? And I somehow didn't unsheath the blade, if I did, I'm pretty sure I would've decapitated this man…
He saw the bald man across him frantically loading a handgun, and in a rush to not be killed by a bullet, he swiftly smacked him up in the jaw with the sheathed katana. Resulting the man to be flown a couple feet back, Satoya saw some blood, and maybe a tooth? It's too bright to see clearly, especially with the posh road being as white as snow, no wonder why they were wearing sunglasses.
He shook his head in disbelief. But quickly downplayed it, believing that these people were just idiotic civilians who joined some criminal organization—to be fair, largest—for money. He looked at the unconscious men in the suite, lost in thought.
He knew his combat prowess was horrid. Pretty sure some random 15 year old could break his arm if they are trying, so how did he just render those two unconscious, in a quick sequence as well. He stood there, no viable answer, until he reached a reasonable conclusion that he was unsure to be correct.
It must've been Rin, he probably did something to my body when he was interrogating me like some Nebulaian Philosopher.. Great, now I don't want to be responsible for assault.. Let alone being charged….
He heard a gunshot, several of them being fired near him, he was absolutely sure they were fired toward him considering the snow white road being peppered with bullets. In response he hid behind the stone fence. Over the stone fence, on the balcony of the mansion, several men in suits were firing relentlessly with rifles, pistols, and a revolver.
I seriously should've gotten myself a gun, I have a katana, a sword for a gunfight, I'm not even a Okamuraese film protagonist, I CANNOT deflect bullets… Hold on a second... It was Ludwig who gave me this in the first place!
Satoya stood there, his back leaned against the stone walls. He was surprisingly more confident than usual, likely due to him finally "winning" a couple fights in quick succession. His mood was a mixture of confidence, higher than he is familiar with, and also hope. Hope that the 2 men he knocked out don't wake up.
He cautiously peered his head to the side of the stone fence, and his eyes widened in surprise. His face was tinged in nostalgia, even though the balcony was now full of people he assumed to be killed, judging off of how there's an alarming amount of blood coming out of their necks, but the only focus was laid on a man in white hair, wearing a Regulator Uniform with slated sleeves, holding onto a Regulator licensed dagger. Satoya couldn't contain his confusion, and blurted out in shock.
"Hayate?"