Chapter 6.1: Shattering Dream
In about half an hour the crater was filled.
Akira stood face to face with Gou. Summoning the black revolver for the first time after the Synthesis, he finally got to take a good look at it. Running his fingers over its surface, he realized just how smooth it was. The revolver had a glossy appearance and polished texture, he could see his reflection on it clearly. The black material somewhat gave off the impression of stained glass, yet the heaviness was akin to steel. The barrel was longer than a normal revolver’s, and thicker vertically.
The most intriguing part, however, was that it felt completely natural when he gripped his Speculo; it was a perfect fit for his hands. As he grasped it, Akira understood how perfect the description of ‘second soul’ was for the Concept Core. Even a seasoned blacksmith or the best machine could never replicate this air. If he had to describe it, it was as if each and every one of his Speculo’s molecules was purposely arranged in order to ensure his satisfaction. Akira momentarily forgot his discomfort.
Content with his physical examination of the weapon, he decided to test its capabilities. Breathing slower, he began channeling mana into his Speculo. As soon as the first drop of mana entered through its grip, Akira felt a change. If his mana and relays were likened to a water supply with very thin, tattered pipes, then before, the ‘water’ had been muddy; now, it was being purified to a level unprecedented for him. But much to his dismay, the ‘pipes’ did not go through any major changes. They only widened and strengthened to a slight degree, giving him just a bit more leeway with his casting.
Averting his attention from his body, Akira noticed the change occurring in his Speculo. The previously empty gun in his hands was taking the purified mana and molding them into bullets.
6 minutes and 6 bullets. The gun cocked itself.
A semi-automatic revolver? Interesting. It seems each bullet takes a whole minute to form, quite a glaring weakness for a gun. Noticing a rather big fault with his Speculo, Akira frowned. Feeling slightly uneasy, he looked up towards his father, receiving a nod in response.
With the gun fully loaded, Akira raised it and aimed towards his father. But in the process, he felt a sense of discomfort gnaw at his heart. Before he could wonder why he felt that way, he received another nod from his father. Holding Ten steadily, he pulled the trigger.
With a loud noise, the projectile shot forth. Akira watched Gou in anticipation, wondering what effect it would create. But Gou simply stood there, wearing a confused look on his face. There was no change, except for the chamber missing a bullet. As he wondered whether he missed, his arm lowered. His hands shook a little, and his unease continued to grow.
“Otou-san?” he asked anxiously. With each second that passed, he felt his heartbeat quickening to the pace of a run.
“Akira, I didn’t know your aim was this terrible. Try again.” Gou mocked him with lighthearted words, but he could not mask the concern from his expression.
Nodding, Akira raised Ten with a trembling grasp and once more aimed towards Gou. With his body slowly going numb, he pulled the trigger.
PAN! PAN! PAN! PAN! PAN!
But again… nothing visibly changed. Seeing his father shake his head, Akira’s breathing became unsteady as his head cleared of thoughts and the world went silent.
Nothing had changed.