"Man, those Ninnigers screwed up..." I sit down and lay back into my chair. They really couldn't have punched the world any harder in the gut. I switch on the TV and click onto the news channel.
"...and back in the remains of downtown Osaka, people are still clamoring for UN action to limit the autonomy of the unsanctioned armies known as "Sentai" around the globe. As the world waits with breath caught, we can only hope the organization responsible for so much misery can be held accountable regardless of their giant soldier-vehicles and inhuman powers."
My cell phone starts ringing. It says Takaharu Igasaki.
"That bastard doesn't deserve to explain himself. He may have ended the world." I hang up on him and block his number. I turn my attention back to the television.
"Organizations such as the Earth Defense Force and the U.A.O.H. have been revealed as covers for these terrorist cells. The "Changeman" and "Ohranger" have refused comment, so the question remains: What city is next in the crosshairs of these unnatural berserkers?"
"Bullshit." I shut off the TV. I spy a red cord peeking out of my desk drawer, my Changer. I slide open the drawer and stare for a moment at the power I haven't tasted in a long while. The Doron Changer, it seems to just be teasing me now. I want to feel the sleek and furious power of NinjaRed again, just one more time. It's almost intoxicating, the ancient power of my ancestor.
"No!" I slam the drawer back into my desk. "My fight is done! The Youkai have been resealed. My ancestor's final quest is over, just a memory. It needs to stay that way." I wipe the sweat from my palms. I hear my phone ring again.
"Tsuruhime..." I pick it up and hear her sigh exhaustedly on the other end of the line.
"He passed out downtown again, can you go pick him up?" God dammit, Ninjaman! It's like four in the afternoon! What are doing downtown?!
"Yeah, yeah, sure..." She hangs up and I grab my subway pass.
The ninja Sentais have been hit harder than most of the others. Ninjaman's been passing in and out of a fugue state at random for a few months now, Saizou feel hard into a bottle and even I can't talk him out anymore. Jiraya moved to the US and cut off contact with the rest of us. I haven't heard from Seikai in almost a year.
That's not even counting the Hurricanger. HurricaneBlue is running a watering-hole bar in the business district. I haven't heard from Red or Yellow since Osaka fell down. The Gouraiger went off the meditate in Bhutan a few months back and no one knew how to keep an eye on Shurikenger anyhow.