My Nihilism Got Me Laid?!

Arriving back at the bedroom, its dark, Noctiva lies there sprawled out.

"Graves..."

I look down and see Dissiri desperately crossing her legs with her hands between her pants.

I ignore her plea. "Dissiri, I need your help." I whisper.

"My- my help?"

Helping her stand, I guide her out to the grass lawn.

"Graves, I have never done it outside... but if that's what you wan-"

"I want you to break me."

...

...

"Eh?" Dissiri's tired eyes suddenly widen as she begins to play with her hands. "Wha- I- I didn't realiz- I mean..."

"I'm immortal."

Her double confusions cancels the other one out. "Huh?"

"I want you to teach me enough to survive- to kill."

"This isn't the type of thing you learn in a day; your muscles will have to be broken and rebuild."

"That's not an issue for me. I just want to kill them."

Her eyes widen. "Kill who?"

"My enemies."

"I really don't think it will-"

Grabbing a knife from my back pocket, I charge toward Dissiri.

Her eyes widen as she steps back; she only hesitates for a moment before her eyes narrow and she glares at me.

Slamming my wrist, she disarms me with ease. Grabbing the collar of my shirt, she throws me over her shoulder. Grabbing her own knife, she holds it to my chest. "Graves... what the fuck was that?"

I don't respond, simply smirking as I grab her hand and push her blade deep into my chest cavity. The blade pierces my skin, ripping the flesh as blood seeps out of the cut. Blood begins to spill out my lips.

Her eyes widen as she lunges down. "Graves!? What the fuck!?" Reaching for her belt, she pulls out a bandage wrap. "Dont move, I'll get-"

Picking myself up, I stand over her as she crouches before me. With a gushing squish, I pull the knife out of my chest with a giggle. Tossing the knife in front of Dissiri, the bleeding wound regrows.

"I want to kill them."

Her eyes shake as she jumps back. "What the hell are you?"

"Resentful."

*****

It's almost sunrise, as I can't help but yawn. We've been awake for the last 36 hours, but I think I feel the norepinephrine kick in as my body gets its second wind...

...I think, or I'm about to pass out.

Either, or...

"Speed it up Graves; your enemies have been training to kill since they were a newborn. They won't wait for you to catch your breath."

It's as she said, there's not enough time in this window I was given to match her skills and become a navy seal, so I'm stuck only sticking to vitals, and that's learning where the vitals are.

I gasp for air as I stand next to Dissiri as she holds a stopwatch.

"Twenty one seconds for four laps, you're slowing down, you need to push off the ball of your foot."

To think I would ever be motivated enough to decidedly do cardio. Seems unfathomable, yet here I pant.

"Alright, we're going back to lateral jumps. Since muscles are of no concern for you, technique is everything; so focus on the muscles themselves."

Speed, aim, and resilience, that is what we have boiled training down to.

But just because the muscle fibers instantly heal, doesn't mean it's not taxing on my exhausted corpse of a body.

Kneeling beside her, I gasp for air.

She looks down at me with confusion and concern. "I still don't understand what you are. I have Top Secret clearance,meaning I've been in countless unseen military facilities, even the government doesn't have anything like you."

"Yea, please don't tattle, or else I'm going to end up on a dissection table for the rest of my life."

She squints, inspecting me. "Now that I see you, how did you get all of those scars?"

"Oooh, are you checking me out Dizzi?" I scoff.

"NO! I'm just wondering."

I called her Dizzi without getting my neck snapped. "I get one every time I die."

Pointing at my heart, I smile. "See, this one was from a swordfish, this one was from a cult performing the blood eagle ritual on me, then there was that time I was shot in the head by a cartel member." I say all this with a happy expression as I remember back on my previous deaths with nostalgia.

Meanwhile, Dissiri looks at me with utter disbelief.

"You're kidding right?"

"Alright, so what's next?"

"You're kidding, right!?"

"Hmm...no. Anyway, that's yesterday's news. I need to become Saitama in the next 4 hours."

"So, why are you suddenly so gung ho about strength?"

I ignore her question. "Do you consider yourself a good person?"

"...No."

"Do you think you deserve to die because of that?"

"I haven't ever thought of it, but ...no"

"Well, I want to represent awful people everywhere, to show that we have worth!"

ヽ〳 ՞ ᗜ ՞ 〵ง

( ⩌_⩌) "Hmm... how very heroic of you."

It's a little cheaty, but getting ripped is insanely easy with my ability. My body heals using my energy, thus a higher calorie intake, therefore, it always feels like I'm starving.

I catch Dissiri looking at my sweaty abs with a lecherous expression.

"My eyes are up here, Dizzi."

She lurches back as she averts her gaze. "Shut up!"

"We've literally fucked. I dont know why you're acting so bashful. If you want to feel me up, feel free."

"I- shut it you perv."

"Oh, I'm the perv?"

"That's it! We're going back to hand to hand training."

This is her favorite, she gets to throw me around as I helplessly attempt to attack her.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Come at m-"

Before she can't finish her sentence, I bolt forward, dodging her first slash. Side stepping, I'm behind her, holding the knife up.

Her eyes widen as she whips around, kicking her leg back-

*Snap!*

.....

Everything is white, my vision is blurry as the morning sun blinds me.

Lurching up, I gasp for air. My eyes dart around as I see Dissiri holding her hand out to help me up.

Holding my head, I wince.

Ugh, I can still feel my cracked skull repairing itself.

"How long was I dead for?"

"10 seconds. Not bad; but you've become too used to attacking from behind."

"Hehe, that what she sai-"

*Crunch!*

With a rock smashing punch, I feel every bone in my face shatter as Dissiri's fist makes contact.

"Focus." She demands.

"PHUCKIN- Phuck! Focuus on muh intenul bleedung?!" I say with a caved in face.

"I didn't hit you that hard."

Snapping the bridge of my nose back in place, I wince. "Owie, yes you did. That really hurt."

"Good. Now get back into position, we're going again."

Picking myself up, I tilt my neck. My entire body cracks like a rattling skeleton. I can feel my bones shift back into their original place and my body returns to its equilibrium.

With a deep breath, I put my hands up, preparing to strike once more. With the rapid healing it's not just my limbs that repair faster, but also my eyes have more blood flowing to them, allowing me to react and sense attacks quicker than I could before.

As Dissiri throws a right punch at me, it feels slow, as I effortlessly dodge, side stepping her now predicable kick, I manage to dodge her barrage of strikes.

Despite my newfound speed and skill, she remains calm and confident as her flurry of strikes prevents me from even thinking of a counterattack.

Finally, her foot slips on the moist ground. In that single moment, I'm given an opening. Lunging forward, I throw a punch.

A grin widens on my face as I preemptively taste victory. But apparently victory tastes like a bloody uppercut as I realize this misstep was planned on Dissiri's part. She steps back and uppercuts my jaw, causing a waterfall of blood to seep out from my bloody gums as I wince.

Recoiling back, she takes my pain as an opening, lunging forward, she kicks my ribs. With a crack, I feel my ribcage shatter. The broken bones impale my lungs as I gasp for air. Keeling over, I get a few gasps before I crumble, my face planting into the dirt.

The world around me fades to dark.

...

Lurching back to my feet, I gasp. "Damn it!"

"You were close that time," she states, attempting to support me.

Rubbing my ribs, I fake pout. "I'm sick of being beat up." ԅ(´ڡ`ԅ) "I need some motivation, Dizzi, pwetty pwease." I say making a groping motion towards her.

She stands there for a moment, glaring at me. She finally nods with a sigh. "Alright, ...fine ...I'll give you some motivation."

Hehe, nothing is motivating like tig ol bittie-

The last thing I see is the reinforced heel of her boot as she axe-kicks down on my head.

( ◔̯◔) I don't like this motivation.

*SNAP!*

*****

"Graves, get me... that thing! Ooh and that!" Walking through the various decorated store front families happily roam the busy festival streets.

Food vendors cook up various Japanese foods, the kids gleefully play the prize games, and the sounds of happiness fills the air.

Fireworks whistle and boom as they are shot off into the air. Sakura pedals rain down from the nearby trees as the wind rips through the town.

The smiles...

the laughter...

it makes me sick.

How can they make a spectacle out of a future massacre?