Chapter Four: Zinertia And Summons

“Now pay attention……….. Tell me what you want me to summon.”
The voice was crisp, impatient—an otherworldly calm threaded through its words. The morning light from my window slanted across the room, painting everything in tired gold as if the day itself were holding its breath.
Summon……………. Let’s see…. I didn’t meet up with Hinata after school. Summon him here.
My suggestion stumbled out of me like a test. The idea felt childish and reckless, but curiosity pried at my chest.
“I don’t have much energy in this form but……. Summon.” she waved her right hand and………..
Her hand cut through the air like a conductor calling the end of a symphony, fingers trembling with restrained power. The space around us seemed to thin.
THUD
The room shuddered with a single, heavy impact.
Right before my eyes, she summoned him out of thin air “Ouch! What just happened? I was studying a second a……………. Infi………..?” He fell down.
A figure tore through reality as if someone had ripped a page out of a book and forced it into our world. Hinata hit the floor, breathless and confused—paper, ink, and raw incredulity.
He was about to say my name when she sent him back.
Her movement was a snap of authority; the air recoiled.
“Reverse Summon.”
The syllables were a cold instruction. The world folded.
DISSAPPEAR
The name of the command hung in the air like a cut rope.
“He’s gone!? Just like that!”
My chest tightened with the shock of seeing a person unmade from the scene in an instant.
“And now for the second power. I don’t have much time so……….”
She sounded practical, almost hurried—as if the day were a clock she couldn’t afford to slow.
GZIIING
An impossible sound, like metal singing in the throat of the world.
Red flames appeared in her left hand.
The flame was not ordinary fire; it was pure intent—red as anger, as war, as something that erased rather than consumed.
PTAS PTAS
The light from the flame struck the room and the bulbs above us cracked under the pressure, showering the space in stunned sparks.
“The bulbs are breaking? … What’s happening?”
My voice came out small, an ordinary human voice trying to make sense of something obscene and divine.
“This is ‘Zinertia’ . It may sound similar to a word you know, but they are not related. The power to destroy anything, disintegrate to be more precise. It destroys anything in the world to the smallest atomic level.”
She then went om
Her explanation landed like a stone. The meaning was clinical, absolute. The hairs on my arms lifted. The word “atomic” felt like a blade.
To the smallest atomic level? I want it!! I want it!!
The want in me was sharp and animal—greed for power that tasted like salvation.
“Finally!! It’s great right?” She held my hand and we jumped in circles.
She laughed the way someone might laugh when given a forbidden toy, eyes bright. The room spun slightly with our movement and something wild stirred in me.
“Here, destroy my pillow.”
I offered something soft, trivial—an absurd test offered with deadly casualness.
“Unfortunately I’ve run out of energy. But I will show you how to do it.”
Her voice softened for a moment with the twinge of limitation, then sharpened again with purpose.
She then slowly walked towards me.
Her steps were deliberate, the air thickening with every inch she closed.
“Why are you…… coming closer?”
The question escaped me, half-defensive, half-intrigued.
“I have to go back to get some energy.”
She spoke matter-of-factly, then paused like a stranger trying to explain a rule of a world I hadn't learned.
As I thought, she is a parasite.
The thought felt ugly and honest in my head.
“I can hear your thoughts even when I’m not inside you. Be careful of what you think~.”
Her tone was playful, but the warning underneath was sharp as glass.
She then leaned on me and disappeared.
Her presence folded away like smoke being inhaled. The sensation of her against me lingered like warmth.
{Now I want you to concentrate………… Stick your left hand out, think of your body as a gun and pull the trigger.}
Her voice returned in the safety of thought, precise and directive.
Think of my body………. As a gun and………….
My mind fumbled with the metaphor. I pictured my ribs as a barrel and my heartbeat as the hammer.
GZIIING
The sound came like a small, contained apocalypse.
“I did it! I did it!”
Adrenaline made my voice crack into a high, sharp triumph.
{.…………. Umm, yes you did it……..}
She sounded surprised—mildly impressed, restrained.
But wait……….. why is it so small? It’s only the size of a kitchen knife.
Pride and disappointment collided in my chest. The thing I had made felt inadequate, ridiculous in the face of gods.
{I told you before, you’ve yet to unlock all your energy. You’ll need to know what victory feels like to unlock all your latent powers.}
Her words were a lesson wrapped in a prophecy. “Victory” tasted like currency.
Hmm…….. Are you saying I have to fight a god with a ten centimeter sword-like Zinertia?
My sarcasm hid fear. Ten centimeters was a joke weapon for a cosmic war.
{You can change it to any shape you want. But for now I think this is the best choice. With accurate timing, you can destroy a high level god with that sword.}
The logic was chilling: precision could eclipse size. A blade of will could cut a god.
A high level?
The question escaped me like a breath.
{Yes. I’m very sure gods from lower clans will rush in to claim victory over this world. They have various powers but none of them can hold a candle to Zinertia. With proper use, you’ll be able to increase your power tremendously before meeting the Higher gods.}
She painted a battlefield in a single sentence: tiers and hunger and the inevitability of clash.
Hmph! What do you take me for? I can defeat any god……….. without Zinertia.
My chest swelled with the old arrogance—the kind that had carried me this far.
{.……….. That’s the spirit. I’ve been inside you for over 3 years now, so I know pretty much how to answer your arrogance.}
Her tone mixed fondness and exasperation, like a teacher who had seen the same tantrum many times.
A-Arrogance? Me? Come out here, I dare you to come out!
My challenge was loud, a childish ritual repeated in stubborn hope.
I repeated the meaningless method I used before trying to get her out.
The motions felt silly—an actor reciting lines to an empty chair—but something about repetition created a false confidence.
{I’m sorry! HAHAHA I meant godly arrogance!}
Her laughter sparkled, and the insult was somehow flattering.
Godly…….. Arrogance? That’s more like it!
I grinned despite myself; the word suited me more than the reality probably allowed.
{WHEEW What a pain.}
Her sigh was theatrical.
HAHAHAHAHA GODS? COME AT ME……. I’LL DEFEAT EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU……. HAHAHA.
The laugh rolled out of me—mad, intoxicating, and reckless. For a heartbeat I believed it.