Strawberry blonde hair, looking like pink in the light, flows in the wind as an inner power surges through the girl. She is silently chanting her spell in a language incomprehensible to those not of her home, and determination and an undercurrent of anger is dominant in her features.

I will not fail this. By Founder Brimir, I will summon a familiar.

The spell ready, she casts it, pushing out not only her magic, but her hopes and desires into the casting, and a portal appears.

The fates have heard her cry.

They have seen who must go.

So be it.

…

…

XXX

Most people don't understand why I hate birds. For the most part, it is because of such winged rats like seagulls or crows, literally serving no purpose other than taking up space and eating our trash.

However, there is one other reason why I hate birds with a passion.

One such example was currently trying to split me in half with a hypersonic laser.

Such are the worries of a Kaiser in Japan. Though honestly, I doubt this thing counted as a bird.

Narrowly avoiding the screeching beam, I summersaulted over the diving beast and unleashed a burst of Maser beams from my multi-barreled rifle, with several rounds tearing into one of the wings. I watched as the leathery skin of its wing tore, losing all lift and grounding the bastard. Slinging my rifle behind my back in one smooth motion, I grabbed a handle at my side, where one would typically find a handgun. Instead of a handgun, there was a handle, and I swiftly released it from its holster and pressed a button located near the middle of the handle, even as the "bird" swiveled its head towards me, intent evident as more screeching was heard.

The Swiss Army-type handle unfolded a potent blade, section after section layering upon each other until they reached the full size of about a meter long. With a yell, I dashed towards the winged rat, and with a single diagonal slash I beheaded the thing as it struggled to fire another beam. Its head slid off the throat upon which it had been sitting, and the body fell to the side, deader than disco.

Stupid Gyaos. If only the turtle could have killed Legion without using up Manna from the Earth awakening the Hyper Gyaos. Then I wouldn't have to be hunting these damn pests down. After the epic last stand held in Tokyo by the one-armed turtle and our own military, units made up of Kaisers and Mutants were designated to go hunt down any and all remaining nests, be they in remote islands or in hostile countries. This had been met with less enthusiasm than most hoped, but after seeing the carnage one Gyaos could do by itself, even without reproducing, they were quick to change their tune. This time, a small town about two hours away from the recently rebuilt Sendai had been demolished, and a nest was most definitely present. We had already killed off several batches of eggs, and the latest batch had angered the rat I had just beheaded, so my hand was forced. Not that I mind; these things need to die before they reproduce any further.

I was only happy for the K908 I currently had with me. The Swiss Army handle held within it a foldable blade that had only a two second draw time to completely assemble itself, and the blade itself was made out of laminated NT-1. In other words, the thing was perfect for traditional sword style in Japan, and there wasn't really anything known the sword couldn't cut through, not to mention that the fact that it was laminated meant that certain beams, like Masers or hypersonic beams, could, in theory, be deflected. At least, in theory. You would have to be godly quick, and crazy enough, to deflect energy weapons moving at speeds like that of a hypersonic laser or a Maser burst.

The armor given to us for this operation was hardly half-assed either. It was officially designated as the MA4115, with the MA standing for Mobile Armor. The Kaisers that had the armor, me included, called it the Carapace Mobility Set, or the CMS, mostly because we were all anime nerds that refused to let this armor be called a mobile armor until we knew Gundams were a possibility. CMS was a much better name, in our own humble opinions.

Miniature rant aside, this armor was designed to give maximum mobility to the wearer. It was equipped with a battery pack, non-nuclear, capable of a run-time suitable for a prolonged engagement, and the damn thing could charge out of combat with naught but the sun, going from empty to full in only about 30 minutes with optimal conditions. The battery itself was used to power boosters that fired a quick burst of clean plasma energy, designed to boost the wearer through whatever the wearer was going through. The whole system was really energy efficient, and the actual armor plating was a cheap, mass-produced version of NT-1, non-laminated. The thing could take a real hard beating, and while beams could do heavy damage, there wasn't much in the way of actual hard matter that could go through it. The best part about it, though, was that when out of combat, the armor folded itself with only the press of a button from the user, folding itself into a semi-discrete backpack that was lightweight. One more button press engaged the armor, which covered everything, including the head. Thank the gods the thing was light, even while engaged.

Another screech was heard, and I was forced to stoop over awkwardly to avoid a swipe from another Gyaos. The winged rat, bigger than the one I had just beheaded, used its infamous maneuverability and speed to perform a quick turn, and before I was able to try to slash the thing out of the sky, it grasped me in its talons and began to pick me up into the sky. Within several seconds of its ascension, I could already feel myself losing breath, both from altitude and from the damn rat squeezing me in its talons. It let out another screech even as I could hear the armor groaning under the impressive pressure the rat was putting out.

Goddamnit, this has got to stop.

The Gyaos was about to break cloud cover when I activated the boosters on the CMS. The resulting force directed sideways pushed me through its talons, tearing one of them off thanks to the durability of the armor plating. After deactivating the boosters, I allowed myself to fall, an idea forming in my head. I was going to just allow myself to fall, then use a combination of my telekinetics and boosters to break my fall. The Gyaos had different plans, however, as it dove beneath me, gained speed, then quickly turned back around and began a charge. I could already hear the screech of its beam charging even as I formed another plan.

Time to impale this fucker at terminal velocity.

I channeled telekinetic energy to my body, reinforcing it beyond what Mutants could do, Bulking up, preparing for the impact. I simultaneously focused more energy towards my arms and hands, Focusing them for more power behind this titanic strike. With the amount of energy I was using up, I was bound to have a severe headache for the rest of the operation, but that was much better than dying. I had people who still owe me money, after all.

Grimacing, I braced myself for the impact, only to be encompassed in a bright green light. Then there was a courtyard, and a crowd, and pink hair. Then everything went dusty and dark.

XXX

I slowly came back to consciousness and discovered myself to be in a crater, probably formed by my Focused and Bulked terminal velocity drop to the Earth's surface. The K908 was embedded up to the hilt in the soil, and I had apparently let go of it in the short time I was unconsciousness. After pulling up from the ground and folding the blade back into the handle, I stumbled to my knees in pain as a migraine tore through my head. Fuck, that hurts. I pulled myself up and out of the crater to observe my surroundings.

All around me, apparently arranged in a circle, were children. They were wearing robes that wouldn't look too out of place in a fantasy school for important people's children, with the girls in skirts I personally thought were too short to be decent and the boys looking like dukes, both adorned with some kind of cape. What stuck out to me was the hair color of the students. Ranging from indigo to purple and all colors in between, it was like standing in the middle of a discombobulated rainbow. All of them had been knocked down by the shockwave I had created upon impact, and were stumbling up to their feet to gape at me in shock. Maybe they had never seen armor like mine before? But if that was the case, then where the fuck was I?

A mop of frazzled, long pink hair caught and held my attention, and the girl which had this hair had already recovered from the impact, despite being closer to the crater, and was looking at me in awe.

She quickly snapped out of her stupor, however. She then pointed at me, saying…saying…

Fuck, I can't speak their language.

After shaking my head and shrugging in an attempt to convey my lack of knowledge about her speech, she gained an angry edge to her eyes, and turned around to yell at someone who apparently called her out, with the rest of the now recovered students laughing. I could practically see the pulsating tick mark through her frazzled hair.

She then turned back around as the laughing died down, and she walked up to me. She was obviously scared of walking up to me, seeing as how I was fully armored, helmet and all. That didn't deter her, however, and she continued to observe me like I was a test subject. She couldn't have been more than fourteen years old. I decided to then calm her down a little, and with the push of a button on my back, my helmet folded back to reveal my face.

She jumped at the sudden movement, and the crowd tensed, but she calmed quickly and scanned my facial features. She held her curious gaze at the eyes, however. Was she looking directly at my eyes? What was she looking at?

I allowed myself to unblinkingly stare back, allowing her to observe. She had had enough, though, for she suddenly exclaimed something in her language, then pulled out… a stick?

It was shaped to look like a wand or baton, and it looked like a stick with a purpose. She was quietly speaking in her language, almost like she was chanting. After a while of this, she waved her stick, closed her eyes, then began advancing towards me, her purposeful stick still pointed at me. Her lips began to pucker, a light blush forming on her-

"I'M NOT A PEDOPHILE!"

My helmet forming back onto me, I utilized my natural superhuman speed and leapt away from the action that would forever mark me as a pedophile, my battle cry startling both her and the crowd. Assuming what I called the "No" position, which was basically the standard sumo wrestling stance, I saw a flash way up at the top of a tower nearby the courtyard. A vague bear-like figure was at the top, and it vanished in another flash.

I was being watch-

Honed by years of dating, I sensed an incoming attack from the side. A foot.

Incoming jump kick.

SKIRT.

OH NO.

Clenching my eyes shut and covering them with an arm, I leaned to the left as the killer attack flew past me faster than a pitched fastball, and my other hand trailed behind me, only to catch something. Frozen in fear for my life, I slowly removed my arm and opened my eyes, only to see that my hand had caught her cape. Huh. That's new.

I was very aware of the frazzled girl that was denied her kiss though, and she had already turned to face me, steam from her hot anger billowing from her nose like she was an industrial factory. She was pawing the ground with a foot, too, almost like she was…

I looked down at the cape in my hand, torn from her uniform, and a wicked smile formed on my face, unseen by the group now staring on in silent wonder, with some openly laughing.

"Is that how you want to play? Then that's how we'll play."

She was obviously very tired of my shit, because as if my voice was the trigger to the .50 caliber round that the girl was, she rocketed out of her bull stance at speeds rivaling that of Rodan. Naturally, in response, I set the cape in front of me, and before she could connect her thunderous charge, I stepped to the right and let her small form pass through the cape.

I had become a matador.

Turning with the maneuverability of a hungry Gyaos, she rushed me again, only for the exact same thing to occur. Either she had no idea I was treating her like a bull or she didn't care, because she obviously wasn't learnin-

She whipped out her stick of destiny and pointed it me, panting from exertion and rage. Hearing a clamor behind me, I turned to see nearly everyone that was behind me from the group practically dive out of the way, literally in some cases. I even saw one dude float up into the air so far, I had to crane my neck to damn near perpendicular to the ground to see him at all.

Wait, what? What the fuck?

I turned back to the girl and was about to question her using gestures about the floating dude when she preempted me by screaming something in her language.

Then I exploded.

I was thrown backward at an odd angle, my right shoulder plate smoldering and singed by the sheer heat of the explosion. The armor, however, was still intact. After hitting the ground and sliding for a while, I came to a stop and looked up in a daze, sweating a bit from the heat.

Why is there a blue…lizard…thing?

What?

The thing was just looking at me, its tongue lolling out a little. Reaching out like it was an out of body experience, I scratched its nose with an armored hand. It closed its eyes, made a sound that I swear you could call purring, and rolled over onto its back next to me. The thing was acting like a freaking dog.

Standing up, I noticed the small girl with glasses and a staff staring at me, the other hand not occupied by her staff holding an open book. She seemed to be curious about me, but didn't show any emotion otherwise. Her hair was very eye-catching, as well. Blue locks simply left to hang. It was rather short, but it made her look really cute.

Also, I had just noticed the lizard was in fact not a lizard.

The thing was a dragon.

A freaking dragon, wings and all, and it was rolled over onto its back like a dog wanting a belly rub.

…

I wanna scratch it more.

My hand was already halfway towards its belly when I noticed the darkening gaze of the blue-ette. Glancing towards her, she gave me a negative shake of head. The message she was trying to convey was clear. 'Don't give the dragon love, or you will be hurt.' Well, who was she to try and stop me from scratching the belly? Look at the thing, woman! It was begging to be scratched!

The hand had been scratching for approximately one second when I heard the girl speak.

"I warned you."

It was so soft I may as well have imagined it. But I knew I heard it.

Within the nanosecond of her saying it, the dragon's foot kicked out, exactly like a dog's, and the resulting impact was like a gunshot, sound and all, hurtling me across the courtyard for the second time in several minutes. Pain shot into my gut like an injection, and the armor plating of the CMS groaned under the stress. It was like being punched by Jet freaking Jaguar at full power.

Sliding to a stop and giving a groan in pain, I looked up in another daze to see the pink-ette from earlier, who appeared to have calmed down enough to be considered not a bull anymore. She still looked like she wanted to drop kick me though. That had most definitely not changed.

Great.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!? YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!"

Now, why in the name of all that is good and holy in this world was she speaking in my language? Naturally, I made my curiosity edging on sarcasm let loose.

"Who are you to tell me otherwise? Also, why can I understand you?"

She adopted a look of shock, then began yelling. Not shrieking, but still loud enough. "How can I understand you? Do you know how much trouble you've cause already? Stand back up so I can complete the ritual already!"

What ritual? Is that what that kiss was for? And if so, why the hell did it require the receiver to look like a goddamn pedophile?

I contemplated in silence for about a minute as the girl, who's name was Louise something or other, talked with an older man with a staff and glasses, whom I hadn't seen before, walk up to her and explain something about how her original spell had apparently fucked up and had instead made me able to communicate with them instead.

Wait wait wait.

I can understand them now!

Rising up and dashing towards the dragon at a speed that made everyone in the crowd crane their heads towards me, I grabbed the dragon's snout and held it to make it look directly at me.

"Can you understand what I'm saying, ye olde mystical creature of yore?"

The dragon, in response, growled.

Then licked the helmet of the CMS.

"Damnit."

Cursing my luck, I was about to start leaving the vicinity when I realized an important factor, making me halt midstep.

Did they say spells?

Are they talking about magic?

…

I'm not in Kansas anymore, that's a definite thing now. Or rather, I'm not about 20 miles south of Sendai anymore. That's more accurate.

I'm not home.

…

I wanna go home, damnit.

"I want to go home."

That sentence made Louise pause in her rant against some redhead in the crowd. Turning towards me and noting the way I had halted, she addressed me in a rather haughty tone, a smirk forming on her face. "Whatever do you mean? You were summoned specifically to become my familiar. You're destined to be my familiar, you commoner."

My eye twitched, and I keyed the helmet to fold away, allowing myself to adopt a cold air and stare at her. "Is that so," I queried, my voice giving more of a statement than a question.

The smirk was wiped away at the near freezing glare I was giving her. I could also practically feel the tension between us ratchet up several notches. I guess the entitled looking girl wasn't suspecting someone so carefree and eccentric to look so cold and hateful.

I'm not a slave, you damned girl.

"Do you think you're entitled to enslave someone? Do you think that I'd honestly not object, that I would just let you seal the deal with a kiss and a smile and a blush?"

She seemed honestly shocked at that. Good, I was right in my assumption.

"I need to go home. My teammates are out there, dying for the sake of a human civilization that is at risk of destruction from giant, man-eating birds. I don't have the time to waste arguing with a stuck-up, snot nosed brat that probably doesn't even need change by herself because she has servants. What, you think that once you enslave me, if at all, I'd dress you every morning? I'm hardly a tool, and I'd rather kill myself than be enslaved by whatever the fuck magic you people can do."

I focused my glare on her even harder, and bore down completely on her. By now, the crowd was laughing profusely at her, obviously finding it hilarious that I had broken her down so effectively. Louise was in shock at this point, and she was flushed red and seemed embarrassed at the way the situation had turned out.

No sympathy from me, though. She wasn't worth it. However, I did know what to do instead of cutting loose with a show of force, which would probably just kill me from strain more than anything else. However, I did know what I could do.

I'm hardly the most magical person to get myself back home. I can only conclude from observation alone, with no prior knowledge, that I could not get home without magical assistance. I needed these people to help.

I may actually need her help. I don't know shit about magic, but something is telling me that summoning a thing, anything, from across a freaking world, maybe even dimension, means that she had the raw power to send me back.

Gods, please don't damn me to hell because of what may happen next.

I let my glare die off, much to the relief of the girl, already having suffered under the laughing of the unsuspecting crowd and my glare of doom.

"Come here and finish your goddamned ritual then. If you have the guts to do it, that is. If you do, however, we work as equals. None of that bullshit 'do everything for me', got it?"

The girl gave a shaky nod.

With that, I kneeled so she could deliver her damned kiss. I made sure to pull away after exactly one second, however, which was the absolute limit I was willing to stand.

Honestly, I'm not a pedophile. Don't send me to hell.

Then I was on fire.

Not my whole body, mind you, and not in the literal sense either. It was more like having a dose of concentrated, liquid, and burning hot radiation injected into your body.

It hurt.

Like the ever increasing pain in my head.

After a good thirty seconds of a scream of pain, I collapsed yet again, panting with the exertion of the scream. This was when the old man from before walked up to me. Leaving Louise to the peanut gallery that had started laughing at her again about "summoning a commoner", or something of that nature, I craned my head to pay attention to the balding man.

Cue more pain in my head.

"Uh, please sir, let me see your hand. I need to see the runes."

I showed him my armored hand, only for him to shake his head, prompting me to moan. "Sorry, but I need the actual hand. If you could remove your armor for naught but a second, that's all I need." Goddamnit, I was already exhausted, why couldn't I catch a freaking break? Not only that, but my migraine was only getting worse. I may have to look into the situation at this rate. Now I just need to get them all away from me.

Cue even more pain.

"Sorry, old man, but that's not happening. This armor is staying on until I can trust you people. Lord knows what side effects that ritual will do now. I'd rather stay like this, thankee-sai."

He seemed confused at my terminology, but that's just too bad. "Go ahead and leave, I'll be ok here."

With a nod, and a look that promised he and I would be talking about that later, he dismissed the children, and soon enough everyone but Louise had left the area, leaving me to deal with the growing pain in my head.

"Don't worry about me, Louise. I got to do something. I guess you could call it meditation. Go home or whatever and let me do my thing, ok?"

Not waiting for an answer, I let myself fall into a trance, lying down and all, and I entered that of which even few Kaiser can access.

The mindscape.

XXX

The first thing I noticed was that I was actually being pulled into my own mindscape, and that something not of my origin was extremely pissed off.

The second thing is that, instead of the actual area being blank with nothing in it, there was a man standing there.

What?

He looked as if he were thirty-odd years old, and he held a staff in his right hand, with his empty left hand clenched into a fist so tight he was bleeding from that fist a little.

Well, time to get answers.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my head?"

The guy glowered at me, obviously pissed at the way I was addressing him.

"What do you mean 'who are you'!" the guy roared in rage. It was obvious he was venting.

"The rune on your hand is supposed to take control of your mind! Make you forget of the time before you came here! Make you more powerful than ever! It's supposed to completely corrupt your mind and turn you into a heartless killing shield for the new void user!"

This was when I noticed the ground around us warp and bend. My head simultaneously got even worse, and I stumbled to the ground in pain. The man pointed his staff at me, and I noticed a very faint sign of seemingly invisible energy gather at the business end of the guy's stick.

"I don't know what the fuck you're doing to resist, but I'll be damned if I don't control your ass! In the name of the great Founder Brimir, you will fall to the void's beckoning! Explosion!"

The energy suddenly coalesced into a sphere, and it was launched at me almost as fast as a bullet. Stumbling to my feet and utilizing the boosters on the CMS, I was barely able to dodge the ball, and it exploded where I once stood, the shockwave and heat slamming into me like a freight train, singeing the armor and sending me flying through the theoretically infinite air.

As I hit the ground and bounced like a skipping stone on water, I very clearly saw this Brimir chase after me, more energy forming around him like a shroud, and his robes flapping due to yet more unseen energy.

Just how powerful was this guy?

Naturally, he was underestimating me, for when he leapt high into the air with murderous intent, I used the boosters again and rocketed to the ground faster than he could react.

"Explosion!"

The sphere flew off and exploded in the distance, and the only equivalent I had to match that kind of power was a Simeon missile, notorious for their large payload.

That was bad.

Coughing due to the lack of air in my lungs, I turned to look at the landing Brimir with a grin.

"Don't think I'm defenseless now!"

Opening my right hand palm up, I channeled telekinetic energy to that area, and a very visible sphere of energy formed. Setting it in front of me and making as if to shoot it right there, I most definitely surprised Brimir when I instead withdrew the hand instead, leaving the sphere hovering in place. Attaching a 'tether' of more energy to the sphere and to my right hand, now balled into a fist, I drew back my fist as if to throw a jab.

"Thump!"

The Thumper was a technique all Kaisers learned to use when they were able to properly channel telekinetic energy. It essentially turned the user into a firing pin, and the sphere was turned into the cannon ball. The sphere, if channeled properly and given the proper kinetic force to launch it hard enough, could pierce tank armor, and could even damage kaiju, though with the cost being a huge chunk of telekinetic energy.

I was banking it all on this shot. As the ball rocketed at speeds faster than what most Kaisers could safely dodge, I knew, instinctively, that I couldn't win in a straight up brawl with Brimir. That magic was just too powerful.

So when the Thumper disappeared, so did my hope.

"Magnet!"

What?

The ball was absorbed into a wall that seemed to shimmer at the slightest stirring of the 'wind', and the shroud around Brimir grew even larger. He began laughing manically even as the wall seemed to solidify and grow exponentially larger, to where it could have stopped a kaiju from stepping over.

"You fool! You should be ready for every possibility when battling an unknown enemy!"

Grimacing in pain from the exertion of the failed attack, I was left with only one option.

I drew the K908.

As soon as the blade had finished unfolding, I left a surge of strength, and the headache from before faded almost into nothing, though a small twinge was still present. So this was the power the rune bestowed? It seemed only to activate when I held a weapon, but still. I could get used to this.

Brimir scowled my way and waved a hand. "Like I'm letting you do that!"

Just like that, the power surge was gone, and I was left in my original weakened state. That was when it clicked, however.

I was fighting the rune. The rune the old man had mentioned. It was trying to control me, take over my mind. I was fighting the damned rune directly.

As if sensing my thoughts, and it probably could, the rune's mental representation grinned savagely at me. Using that seemingly infinite power, he waved his staff and whispered something inaudible, which caused five stone…things to rise from the ground.

Humanoid in shape, they towered over me at what I could only guess was four meters tall. "With these golems and my magic, you'll be defeated in no time!"

Fuck.

The next few minutes, I can honestly say I can't remember that well. I do remember pain, the sound of bones breaking, blood spurting, armor shattering, explosions ringing out seemingly every three seconds.

What I do remember was the aftermath though. I was shattered, a broken man. Blood poured from gaping holes in the armor made from the golems, and I had severe burns from the sheer heat of the explosions.

All in all, I was literal shit incarnate.

Even as I laid there, and the golems and Brimir prepared for one final strike, I was able to reflect on that losing battle, and on the life I was about to leave.

Then something had hit me.

His speech patterns.

Those attacks.

That shroud.

The location in which my losing battle had occurred.

It all made sense.

…

I could win.

I could do this!

A burst of power, with me as its source, flung out in all directions, disintegrating the golems that had gathered around me. I stumbled to my feet, the pain falling away, my wounds and armor regenerating, the gods-damned headache disappearing.

I grinned up to Brmir, who was hovering in mid-air due to some unseen magic. He scowled back at me.

"In order to beat the cliché…"

I clenched my fist, and an evil smirk adorned my face.

"…I must become the cliché."

A gong echoed in the distance, coincidentally ringing out with the savage laugh I let loose from my mind.

"RISE!"

Three forms literally formed from the 'ground' upon which I was standing.

One at sixty meters tall, and the other two and a whopping one hundred and ten meters tall.

MechaGodzilla: Simeon model.

MechaGodzilla: EDF model.

Jet Jaguar.

Three of the most powerful mechs ever seen by the people of my home.

And their ire was centered on Brimir.

"VOLLEY!"

Beam palms. Two fully powered arsenals. All three launched in a massive slavo and created a massive explosion centered around Brimir.

And he walked out of it unscathed, save for looking a little shocked. Jesus Christ, how much abuse could this guy take?

He waved his staff, and three more golems of stone rose, each one matching the height of the mech they were to face.

With a wave of my hand and his staff, they clashed in what was the most impressive display of brute I had ever seen.

This left only myself to deal with Brimir, though.

Good.

"Hmph. You're fighting to kill, and if you kill me, you die too. I've gotten to your heart, and I've tied its existence to mine. If I die here, then you're dead in seconds," Brimir declared with a triumphant grin.

"So?"

This response made Brimir falter. "What do you mean 'so'? Don't you see, you imbecile, you NEED me!"

This idiot had obviously thought he was God here. But the realization dawned on him even as I spoke.

"With the mind, anything is possible. World…"

My right fist clenched, and it slammed into the 'ground'.

"Shaking!"

Thanks, Sailor Senshi.

…

Hey, just because Sailor Moon was a children's show didn't mean it wasn't awesome! My freaking squad watches it too!

The sphere of pure energy slammed into the shocked Brimir with the force of a category ten earthquake, knocking him off his feet and sending him flying off a good distance away.

With a grin, I chased after him, my next attack already in my palm, only to see him rocketing towards me, a murderous gleam in his eyes.

"Explosion!"

"Nah."

With nary a thought, the explosive ball was knocked aside with a mere swipe of my armored gauntlet, and the resulting explosion sent me forward even faster. Combined with the perfect timing of the CMS boosters, and I was a human missile, faster than even his magic-enhanced reflexes could catch.

"Rasengan!"

The spiraling sphere slammed him in the gut, and it drilled into him before detonating in a massive explosion of telekinetic energy, sending him flying yet again.

Taking the time to stand and observe the titanic battle going on in the background, I called out to the inner reaches of my mind.

"Come out here, girls."

If I had to call out the Sailor Senshi to help beat this guy, it only went to show just how clichéd I had to be.

"Give that jerk over there the final attack, I'll defend you girls."

With an affirmative sounding from the physical representations of the planets of the solar system, I looked to the 'north' again, seeing the absolutely massive shroud of power looming over the relatively small figure of Brimir, who was roaring in rage.

"I WILL KILL YOUR MIND AND TURN YOU INTO THE SLAVE OF THE VOID! SHE WILL ORDER YOU TO DIE AT HER FEET AND YOU'LL DO IT WITH A SMILE ON YOUR FACE! DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!"

Drawing my K908, now sheathed in the telltale sign of Gundam beam technology, I turned back towards the bastard of a rune who dared tried to kill me.

"Kaisers always win, Brimir."

With that, the massive lance of energy the shroud had formed into shot at me with speeds that made it a hypersonic laser.

Perfect.

With nary a movement, I brought the sword into position and let the void energy hit me dead on. The beam energy of my sword expanded into a massive heater shield, and I threw all my power into holding the lance back, holding true on my promise to defend the Sailor Senshi.

I was like an extremely overpowered Tuxedo Kamen.

"Mars Star Power! Jupiter Star Power! Venus Star Power! Mercury Star Power! Moon Crystal Power!"

"Sailor Planet ATTACK!"

Game over, Brimir.

The rainbow beam completely demolished the lance trying to bore through my shield, and it slammed into the rune like a Spiral Heat Beam, hitting from above and driving him into a crater in the 'ground'.

Dismissing the girls, I looked to the crater, several meters deep and several meters in diameter. Damn, was I going to miss throwing around god-tier power like that. I may just come back later to train, too. It seemed to be very useful for meditation and such, so who knows.

Or maybe not. I'd rather not go completely mad with power and stay in my mindscape for so long, my perception of what is reality or not is skewed irreversibly.

Imagine my surprise when the rune climbs out of the crater and stumbles to his feet.

Hmph. Won't let him get a hit in this time.

"X…"

Purple energy formed at my fingers.

"Harem…"

It coalesced into a ball.

"ATTACK!"

It was launched.

After the massive amount of smoke dispersed, it all faded away to show the rune making lewd groping gestures, a nosebleed very evident, as the fifty extremely sexy women surrounded him. Brimir looked like he was healing on the spot and everything. It was like hot women powered him up.

The attack, cooked up on the spot, was made so that all entities formed from the smoke of the attack would swarm the target with obvious intent. Now, time to win.

"REVERSO!"

Kinda dumb sounding, but it did the job. In another massive explosion of smoke, the hot women changed, shape shifted, became deadlier, faster.

Manlier.

What was once fifty hot women was now fifty extremely buff men, all wearing nothing but Speedos. All of them wore a large bear mask, making them all look like half-assed mascots for some football game. Brimir was frozen in shock, and he looked at me with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Attack."

After about two minutes of this mosh pit had gone on, I dismissed the bear-men, leaving Brimir in his crater. I then took the next minute to materialize bleach, set a timer that had oh so conveniently been placed there, and set it to two minutes. I then opened my skull, located the piece of memory containing this event, and poured the bleach all over it, making sure to add in censor bars for good measure. Even after doing this, however, I simply couldn't stop the sounds of grunting and slurping from coming through these whited-out two minutes. That, and a single, shadowy image of an extremely buff humanoid figure with a large, rounded head, tiny ears barely visible on either side.

Fuck.

Looking into the crater, I observed the poor rune lying in the crater at an odd angle. His skin, hair, and eyes were completely white, and he was frothing at the mouth, seemingly completely gone from this plane of existence. That was when I noticed the stain-

Quickly turning around, I lifted the poor bastard using telekinesis, and I dragged him across the ground towards a relatively unscathed part of the 'ground', not wanting to touch him.

Creating a cage, I threw the rune into it and sealed it tight, barely giving him space to stand up or move around. I then suspended the cage over the pit, and filled it with more of the bear-men. You could barely see their figures in the shadows, lurking, waiting for their prey.

With that problem out of the way, I exited out of the mindscape.

Time to see what I had missed.

XXX

I awoke to Louise hovering directly over me, a riding crop in her hands and a murderous gleam in her eyes. What I could only describe as an aura of darkness was behind her, and I could just make out the gleaming eyes and the round head, tiny ears poking from the sides.

PleasebeadreampleasebeadreampleaseBEADREAM

I blinked, and the scene changed, much to my infinite relief.

I immediately noticed the pink hair off to my right, its owner talking to a teen in a maid outfit, a table and three chairs set out in the night sky. The maid held with her a small book, and the small Louise seemed to be getting along with her well.

I sat up, and that movement drew the pink-ette's eye, as well as the maid. Louise developed a twitch over her left eye as she watched me stand back up and take a seat in between the maid and the small void user.

Grinning at Louise, I spoke up.

"We need to talk."

XXX

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Bio here.

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So. Yeah.

This is a thing.

Before ya'll think this is a crackfic:

It isn't.

This chapter was the intro, and the battle, while rather short, was meant to show how eccentric the main character is. He may be a military man, but there's a very valid reason why he acts the way he does, which will be revealed…eventually.

Yes, he is a Kaiser, and yes, I'm borrowing from the Solar Union.

This idea was kicking in my head for so long I was forced to write it lest it drive me insane.

The character's name will be shown next chapter, and the third chapter of the Solar Union is in progress.

Hopefully, you readers will enjoy this little tale.

More info will be shown later.

Also, if you guys really wanted to, add me as a friend on Steam. Look up 'Biollante', no quotations, and look for the profile picture of, well, Biollante. The games I play should be things like Binding of Isaac or FTL: Faster Than Light, along with other notable games. Once you send it and I accept, just to make sure, message that profile asking if it is me. If yes, you found me. Maybe I can get to know the readers, you guys, better via copious amounts of gaming.

See ya'll later.

Bio out.