⚔️ MECHANIZED BLOOD BLADE. CHAPTER 2 — PROTOCOL: TERMINATE KZ-07
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The night sky fractured with the sound of distant alarms.
Kazuro sprinted through the ruins, steel boots smashing against broken concrete. His internal engines overheated, venting streams of white steam behind him. The Blood Blade on his back pulsed with a soft, warning heartbeat.
Then an icy female voice echoed inside his skull—
lifeless, emotionless, absolute.
“Protocol: Terminate KZ-07 has been activated.”
“All Authority Units are authorized to use lethal force.”
Kazuro stumbled.
“That’s… the Central Core System.”
The AI governing every mechborn unit in the empire.
It didn’t make mistakes.
Unless someone forced it to.
Another notification flashed across his HUD:
STATUS: ENEMY OF STATE
TERMINATION WINDOW: 06:00 HOURS
His breath hitched.
Six hours before the system deployed drone execution squads.
The disembodied voice of the sword whispered again—calmer this time, almost reassuring:
“They want the memory inside you.”
“They fear what you will remember.”
Kazuro gritted his teeth.
“Shut up. I don’t even know who you are.”
The Blood Blade pulsed… like a disappointed sigh.
He ducked into the shadow of a collapsed building. Broken walls, shattered screens, and burned-out vehicles littered the streets. Moonlight reflected off the smooth metal of his armor.
His sensors twitched.
Multiple life signatures—closing in. Fast.
Kazuro drew the sword.
Three black-armored soldiers burst onto the street, rifles raised. Their visors tracked him with ruthless precision.
“Target KZ-07 located,” one spoke.
“Engaging termination protocol.”
They opened fire—
but Kazuro was already gone.
His body moved with terrifying speed, slicing through air like a red-white blur. The Blood Blade sang as it cut down the first soldier in a single sweep, sparks flying like crimson dust.
The second soldier barely had time to react before Kazuro pinned him against a wall, blade held at his throat.
“Tell me!” Kazuro snarled, voice distorted.
“Who activated the protocol?”
The soldier struggled, terror filling his eyes behind the glass visor.
“It was— it was Central Core! The order came directly from—”
A sharp whistle sliced the air.
The soldier’s head snapped sideways.
A bullet—perfectly placed—pierced his helmet.
Kazuro froze.
Someone else was here.
A shadowy figure stepped out from the smoke—
cloaked, masked, carrying a long-range railgun.
“Sorry, Kazuro,” the figure said, voice calm, too calm.
“We can’t let you regain your memory.”
Kazuro’s grip tightened on the sword.
“You… you know me?”
The stranger chuckled.
“Oh, I know everything about you.”
He lowered the gun, aiming directly at Kazuro’s core reactor.
“You shouldn’t have survived Project Zero.”
Kazuro’s heart—his human heart—lurched.
“Project… Zero?”
Before he could move, the stranger pulled the trigger—
and a blazing streak of light shot toward Kazuro’s chest.
To be continued…
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