Kazama had once been an orphan himself, alone in the world with nothing but glamour and a body blessed with the ability to be a god eater.

at a young age, he knew that the world was not for children. It was relentless, crueler, and jagged. He learned that those who are blessed with luck would have higher chances of survival.

His attitude and understanding towards life is quite twisted, but nonetheless, he lived with it. Every single day, fighting. For sunscreens, a decent life, and now. For his children.

It was roughly three minutes ago that he has promised to come to the extraction point, and Kazama was soaring through the air, dodging each ball of electricity that was fired by the vajra before firing his gun whose muzzle was aimed at the electric cat's head.

He has to kill this by 10 minutes,

time was running out.

Kazama threw a stun grenade to blind his opponent, and quickly reloaded his assault gun, "Guess I have no choice but to stop playing around..." Kazama mumbled as he stepped up on a nearby concrete wall

This plan was risky. He has 70% chance of getting fried like takoyaki, and 20% chance of being flung into a nearby building like a rag doll. Either of the two is bad enough but 10% is enough right? It's not really like Kazama believes in percentages that much.

The Vajra shook its head, finally getting back to its senses as Kazama locked his gaze onto the Vajra's head and jumped, using the rubble as a launch pad.

The gunner somersaulted into the air, the glaring rays of the sun bathing him with a godly shimmer as his bullets rained on the vajra, piercing its body like a god's judgment,

Kazama unceasingly kept shooting on the aragami despite already landing on his feet, causing the vajra's temper to reach maximum, the aragami roared and desperately charged at the god eater. No way will it let a puny human bring it down.

"...9 minutes had passed.. and I still have a charge for insubordination." Kazama sighed as he dodged, he was out of bullets. But the aragami is in danger too— its bonds were destroyed, its core was visible and it was on the brink of death. One death blow was all he needed.

Adrenaline rushed through Kazama's veins, just one death blow, right? Just one then. The god eater rolled to the ground as he dodged the electric shockwave the vajra had sent to annihilate him.

Truly, he was one tough cookie, despite gathering a few wounds, (He is worried that he might get scars on his perfect skin.) and his clothes were in an unacceptable condition. (..A few rips on the sleeve and a button was lost.)

The Vajra looked at Kazama, who was laying still. As if the god eater's energy had depleted completely in that final roll. And of course, the Vajra did not hesitate to charge and deliver the final blow- and finally, to devour the young man.

But no. Kazama was just growling about his ripped sleeve, and was waiting for the perfect moment when the vajra would only use its brute strength to try and kill him. Nonetheless, the final gunshot echoed as the Vajra's core was shattered. Annihilating it.

Kazama breathed heavily— that was one intense battle. His clothes were ripped and the last time he had ripped clothes was when he was still a rookie. That vajra was one hell of a vajra.— No, that's not quite right.

Vajras are one hell of a bothersome opponent. Especially if he was facing it alone. (Technically it was his fault why he did a one on one with it.)

"....Took you long enough. I thought you were dead." a voice rang out as Kazama's vision doubled- cigarette smoke was wafting above him. Lindow was here, finally. 10 minutes had really passed by.

"I'm one glamorous cookie. Glamour never dies." Kazama mumbled tiredly, as Lindow chuckled. The kid was tired and it was not everyday that Kazama loses his glamorous composure.

Excluding the frog incident, of course.

**Extra**

"Want me to carry you?" Lindow snickered at the limping young teen. "Hell, no. Even if I'd look glamorous in that state, I'd rather not. Soma might snicker at me, you know?" Kazama grumbled, he was only wearing his white polo that was stained with mud and grime, while carrying his destroyed coat that is now neatly folded and ready for burning.

Despite his unkempt appearance, he knew he looked fabulously glamorous.

"Kazama!" Sakuya waved at the young teen, clearly happy to see that they he is alive, Soma only clicked his tongue and turned his back on the young man. "Took you long enough.." He mumbled incoherently, heading over to the waiting vehicle.

"I told you all that I'm too glamorous to die!" Kazama snickered, as another 'tch' can be heard from Soma, while Sakuya only snickered good naturedly at the young boy's antics.

"Well then. You still have charges for insubordination. Good luck facing my sister too.." Lindow hid his snicker, insubordination was a heavy charge, but he knew that Kazama would be able to slide away due to luck. Lindow swore that Kazama was some kind of a deity to be able to slide away from charges and trouble easily.

He has to ask some advice from him sometime.