God Save the King, a second part

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Daikenja, the Great Sage Murata Ken, was not amused. The 27th Maoh of Shin Makoku, Shibuya Yuuri thought that it would be fun to take his entourage, made up of the previous Maoh's sons, Günter, and him on a skiing trip on Earth. Murata had warned his friend over and over that it wouldn't be a good idea to move so many people between dimensions but nothing could detour Shibuya when he had his mind made up.

Murata stood with Ulrike in the middle of the Shin'o temple courtyard watching as the Shibuya raised his arms in the air above the pool dramatically. The water started to swirl and Murata suddenly got a sense of foreboding.

"No, Shibuya!" Murata yelled, but it was already too late; he felt himself moving at a breakneck pace through dimensions. He thought he saw a head of silvery hair fly past, but then again he was sure that he saw three of his previous incarnations and a donkey fly past as well so he wasn't sure.

With a plunk he landed in a bathtub that was occupied by Shibuya Shori.

"My brother's friend!" Shori squeaked.

"My friend's brother," Murata greeted. "But where is Shibuya?"