The Laughing Swordsman

Apollo scratched the side of his head.

"What do you guys mean by lock up?"

Mark smiled cordially.

"It means you are going into a prison cell and are to be kept there for a certain amount of time."

Apollo pouted.

"That sounds boring."

Mark nodded.

"Indeed, it is. However, there should be a group that will break you out soon enough."

Apollo blinked a few times.

"That sounds cool!"

The corner of Mark's lip turned up.

"It should be, indeed."

He took a deep breath.

"Say, how did you come to this place?"

Apollo scratched his cheek with a finger.

"Um... someone threw me here."

Mark furrowed his brows.

"...Really?"

Apollo nodded.

"Yeah!"

Mark rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger.

"That is quite strange. The natural winds that lift this city up usually repel anything that comes from below. They are able to use someone's speed against them, even if they have extremely large amounts of initial momentum."

Apollo copied Mark, also rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger.

"I wasn't thrown very fast. It was like a slow throw."

Mark nodded.

"Interesting. That is nice to know."

He smiled cordially.

"Anyways, it was nice talking to you. Please step into that cage now."

Mark pointed towards a prison cell. It was quite small, only with a small bed inside. There was a lot of dust covering it, but other than that it was clean. They definitely didn't see much use.

Apollo looked towards the cell and walked in through the door.

"This one?"

Mark nodded.

"Yeah."

Apollo pressed his lips together.

"So how long do I wait for someone to break me out."

Mark laughed.

"It should only be a day. If it goes longer than that, just break out yourself."

Apollo nodded with a smile.

"Ok! Goodbye then!"

Mark waved his hand.

"Goodbye."

With that, Apollo was locked up in a jail cell.

He looked around before sitting on the bed. For a few minutes, Apollo continued to look at the cell as though something novel would appear if he did so.

Then eventually, he lost interest.

Apollo pouted.

"Hmm... what is there to do."

Then, he gasped.

"Oh, I know!"

Apollo pulled out the book he had with him and began reading it.

...

"Are you sure about this?"

A young man wearing a white rabbit mask carved out of wood looked towards another person wearing the same mask.

It was a young woman.

She scoffed.

"This is our best opportunity. Do you really think we should wait any further?"

The woman flicked her sleeve, causing the white robes she wore to flutter. As for the man, he let out a soft sigh.

"It's just... this is the first time we ever decided to openly take action. I'm not sure if our members are prepared."

The woman smirked.

"If they aren't prepared, they don't deserve to be part of the revolution."

The man looked down at the floor, still uncertain.

"But didn't you hear what they said about him? They say he's a fallen angel. This could be dangerous."

The woman sighed.

"It was always dangerous. In addition, why are you just believing what the council spouts? They only tell the truth when it is convenient to them. Chances are, he is simply a true angel."

Her eyes narrowed.

"And even if he is a fallen angel, that only benefits us. It will be easier to convince someone that doesn't only believe in justice." 

The man gave her a long look.

"Even though we are supposed to be the ones that bring justice?"

The woman let out a disdainful laugh.

"Justice was never about abiding by some standard, but creating that standard that everyone must follow."

After a few seconds of deliberation, the man nodded.

"Alright then."

With that, the woman walked off down a corridor while the man pushed open a door. He walked onto a stage made of wooden planks. This place was underground, made clear by the fact the walls and ceiling were made of stone. Torches lined across the walls, giving the area some poor lighting.

There was a large group of people kneeling on the floor and heads down. They had matching white robes and wooden white rabbit masks. The man took a deep breath and stood up as straight as he could.

"My fellow rabbits. We have been oppressed our entire lives under the rule of the council. As rabbits, we live burrowed under the ground to stay safe. But now, that must change."

The man spread his arms open wide and upwards, almost like he was trying to hold onto the entire world.

"They have gone further than just taking the blessings that are rightfully ours. Now, the council defiles the very existence of angels themselves. An angel has fallen, attempting to guide us on the right path. But the council has captured him!"

The people kneeling on the floor generally remained silent, but most of them were clenching their fists tightly. It was clear they were angry.

The man took a deep breath before continuing.

"It is because the council knows that the angel has come to correct all of their misdoings. The rise of the rabbits must come so that the angel may spread the truth! This is more for just us, but the greater good of everyone on this island!"

The man fell silent, but only for a moment.

"All of you were specifically selected to take part in this mission because you have proved yourselves as warriors. Now, we must enforce justice on behalf of the angels, or humanity as we know it is doomed."

He put both hands behind his back and looked up.

"For humanity!"

The people in the crowd similarly stood up.

"For humanity!"

One after another, people pulled out their weapons, concealed underneath their robes. The man did the same, pulling out a metal longsword.

"Now, let's go."

He turned around and walked out the door. The group followed from behind.

A battle was coming.