REWRITE: Lets escape the reality

As Agane strode toward the tower with her soldiers, her sharp eyes caught movement above. The vast open space outside the tower allowed many to witness two figures plummeting from the heights. "What's that?" she muttered, her voice tinged with suspicion.

"Looks like someone jumped again," a soldier remarked.

Such incidents were common, especially in towns with struggling communities. Yet Agane refused to let them fall, stepping forward to intervene. A surge of blue energy erupted from her, coiling around her arm and shaping into a dragon.

"Fifth Wind Dragon Technique: Dazzling Wind," she intoned.

She struck the air, unleashing the azure dragon. It surged downward, enveloping the falling pair before they hit the ground, carrying them safely to her side. They tumbled across the pavement, rolling to a stop at her feet. Nathaniel's head struck her boot, and he collapsed, unconscious.

"What's this fool doing here?" she growled, eyeing him.

Both lay insensate, unaware of their rescue. Agane ordered her soldiers to transport them to the base for investigation.

Nathaniel's Point of View

Hours later, I awoke, groggy and disoriented. How I survived eluded me—my last memory was clutching the enslaved woman mid-air. I forced myself up, wincing as my back ached, likely from the hard surface beneath me.

"Where am I?" I murmured.

Spotting bars beside me, a chill of dread settled in. "Wait, why am I imprisoned?"

"Hey! Is someone there? Let me out!" I shouted, rattling the bars in a panic, hoping for a guard's response. Exhaustion soon forced me to slump to the floor.

"Please! I've done nothing wrong!" I pleaded.

My clamor drew a sharp voice from the shadows. "Hey! Stop that racket, you lowlife!" it snapped.

Startled, I shivered—the sound came from the room's dark corner. Turning, I saw Suwi, chained to the wall, bound by sealing spell-imbued links to suppress energy use.

"Suwi? Why are you here?" I asked, stunned.

"Tsk, shouldn't I be asking you that?" she retorted, her tone biting.

Her irritation was palpable as she demanded why I'd returned after Sei's release. I admitted my own confusion, recounting my rescue of the woman from Agata Tower. She revealed the soldiers, led by the Wind Dragon general—likely Agane—had brought me here, her animosity toward me and Soul Eaters evident.

"She clearly doesn't believe we mean no harm to their town," I said.

"Tsk, you had a chance to escape and wasted it. You're hopeless," she sneered, her disdain unrelenting.

I approached Suwi, introducing myself as Nathaniel Muntingbato, an ordinary human, and asked how she fared. As expected, her responses remained hostile. "Don't talk to me like we're friends," she snapped.

Her rudeness irked me, prompting a retort. "Can't you show some gratitude after I helped you? I'm joining Eskapa to watch over and aid you—despite the hardship I'll endure for your sake."

"I should be thanked for sticking by you as a friend, yet you snap at me," I added.

Contrary to my hope, she called me a fool again, urging me to stop meddling. "I want no ties with a useless lowlife like you," she declared.

"You'll die if you force yourself to help me," she warned.

I sighed, frustrated by her stubbornness. Should I boast of my immunity to death here? She'd never believe it. "What must I do for you to accept me as a friend?" I asked.

"You think I'd befriend a worthless wretch like you?" she scoffed.

Another sigh escaped me, disappointment settling in. Her pride persisted despite her lost kingdom and followers. I proposed friendship if I freed her, but she mocked me again, doubting my ability and calling me useless.

Her taunts stoked my irritation, yet I admitted I wouldn't free her. "This is the safest place for you," I explained.

I outlined her perilous situation—escalating clan wars targeting Soul Eaters like her. Her world shrank daily; soon, warlords and Eskapa alike would hunt her. This wasn't new—she'd fled Gatamuri Island, owned by Weapon Yuki, after Xxv rejoined Eskapa and begged Yuki for her protection, granting her an island refuge.

Yet her pride drove her to wander again. "Stop! They wanted to lock me on that island—they're plotting against me!" she raged.

"Do you think Yuki schemes? She could kill you if she wished," I countered.

I explained Xxv's importance to Yuki, like a son, prompting her to secretly shelter Suwi despite risks and Eskapa's wrath. "I think Yuki breathed easier when you left—free from your trouble and her punishment," I added.

Suwi fell silent, her glare unwavering—I couldn't tell if she was angry. Moments later, her tone grew serious. "How do you know this, an ordinary human? I sense nothing special in you—how can you know these things?"

I considered revealing my true knowledge but recalled Koko's warning—disclosure could complicate everything, even earn her curse if she learned I shaped her tragic fate. "Let's say I can see others' pasts and futures," I evaded.

Suwi remained unconvinced, noting my lack of Crimson Item or curse for such abilities. Still, I insisted I felt her sorrow and foresaw her dark future. "I can't blame you for doubting, but I'm determined to help and change your fate," I said.

She paused, perhaps unused to such care. "Fool, stop. If you've seen my future, it's set—unchangeable," she murmured, head bowed.

Her sadness was palpable—she accepted her fate. Yet I knew her well; despite her trials, she clung to life, dreaming of peace with family and friends she'd never had, surrounded only by enemies.

"No, Suwi, if you accept that fate, I won't. I'll change it and do everything to make it happen," I vowed earnestly.

She stared, stunned. I knew her longing for freedom and a normal life—free of war, filled with loved ones. I'd rewrite her comic fate, crafting a brighter destiny she deserved.