Hey guys. It's Gusto again, and I'm still alive and kicking.

Now, if any of you are wondering about why there were so few updates in the past month, it's due to the fact that my schedule has been stuffed to the brim for the past month. Legitimately, when I wasn't busy training, studying, or being sick, I was busy partying (my birthday was a bit back) and having fun. And because of these events, I just didn't get the spur to write a lot last month, because I was burned out from all the energy I used up training/partying. So, I ended up out of routine, and couldn't get back in routine in time.

But it's a new cycle, and that means I'm back to write. And since I am NOT the type to just leave people hanging, I have intent to do double this week. After all, LBT is my roots on this site, and I don't want to leave my viewers hanging without making the wait worth it. So, expect at least two chapters of each fic this week.

On that same note, the reason that this chapter wasn't up Monday was because my computer was being stupid. But it's working now, and I will most certainly be writing up a storm. So remember, I have intent to write up a storm, and get up six chapters this week, altogether.

No full promises on that though…

And with that out of the way, I also figure I should say, I am probably going to do an 'Answering Reviews' segment, and I think I'll start here and now.

Guest: Glad you enjoyed. And glad to know you like my portrayal of Cera, since she was always my favorite character.

AllegroGiocoso: Thanks. It's always good to get support, and yours is always appreciated.

A-LionGleek: Thank you. I am going to try to make this story as good as I can, and I will continue onward in hopes of making this story great.

Santoand: That is my hope. I really do want to make this story as good as (or possibly even better than) the original story. And here is the next chapter. Also, I sometimes do end up doing requests, but you really didn't need to request, since I've intent to add in Pterano at some point. I just gotta figure out how to make his reincarnation work.

And with that out of the way, I continue onwards with the story that I have been excited for since its predecessor ended.

On with it, I go!


Within three minutes, the kickboxing couple had made it to the school, but something didn't feel right. The group made a tradition of meeting out in the parking lot before classes, but today, none of them were there. It made both Jordan and Sara uneasy.

"Where do you think they went," Sara asked, "It ain't like them to be no-shows." Jordan just shrugged, and said "Can't say. Maybe they overslept." Sara scoffed at this and said "Please. I'd believe Eugene sleeping in, and maybe Spike. But Ruby, Lucy, and Chomper? Not a chance."

Jordan couldn't argue with her on that one.

"Well, what? Do we wait for 'em here?"

Sara shrugged herself, and said "I don't know. I guess we kinda have to." And once again, he couldn't argue with her, at least until they heard someone behind them say "Not really. The only one who slept in was me." And realizing that this was the voice of a certain carnivore, they turned around, and saw their buddy, Cyrus Fang. Or as they better knew him: Chomper.

Now, it was arguable that Chomper had the most drastic changes of the group, having grown about a full foot in a year, and is still growing, now standing about 6'1. His facial features had changed a bit, his jawline becoming a bit more defined, and his muscles getting a bit more definition as well. He had also stopped wearing his hair (which had visibly darkened from its original pale blue color to a darker pale blue) wolf style, in favor of wearing it down, and letting it grow down to about his shoulders. In fact, if you saw Chomper from two years ago, and compared it to him now, then you'd think they were two different people.

Then, you'd see those deep blood-colored eyes, and realize it was definitely him.

"In fact, if I remember correctly," Chomper said, a grin on his face, slightly showing his fangs, "I recall Eugene saying there was a practice match happening today. Since we all have Gym class first, Coach Lone said we could practice in the Boxing Ring. We just have to check in with him."

Jordan smiled, remembering immediately that Coach Lone was a very lax guy, despite his record as a powerful person. So, that cleared it up for him without question, and they headed to the boxing ring.

Once inside, the first sight they saw was two figures in the ring. One of those two was a male of average height (about 5'8), with black hair and brown eyes, avoiding the punches of a taller chubby boy, with green streaked auburn hair. This was a practice match between Eugene and Spike, and along with that, he saw a girl, standing 5'6 with green streaked blonde hair, and blue eyes, and a girl with blood red hair, and similarly blue eyes, both watching the match with fascination.

The gang was all here already.

"Wow," Jordan joked, "Didn't even wait for us to get here. I see how it is." This caught Eugene's attention, and he received a haymaker to the face, and went down. "Dammit man," Eugene said, giving a pained laugh, "I was winning there." Everyone in the room could only smile at this.

Right as the bell rang.

The group of course knew just what that meant, and had to leave the ring and head right into the gym. When they got there, they saw Coach Lone, who wasted no time telling them they had access to the boxing ring for the rest of the period. So, that meant all they had to do was wait for roll call to be over, and then get back to work.

So, they sat on the bleachers, and not two minutes after being on the bleachers, Jordan received a text. It was from 'SpiritGuide', or as he was better known, Cassie Walsh. He had graduated during the same year as the 'Rebirthing' (as the group called the day of Red Claw's downfall), and now served as just what his Username implied. He would often send a text to the group, to give them little words of wisdom, and occasionally give them premonitions of what he was sure to happen.

As such, Jordan checked his E-mail real quick, and saw what freaky psychic message he had for him today.

'Do not expect everything, but be prepared for anything.'

He was initially confused, until halfway through gym, he got a text from the last person he was expecting one from: His dad.

'Well… he did say be prepared for ANYTHING…'


I send this chapter out, and have climbed the first hill of this week. My computer problems have been alleviated, and summer is approaching rapidly, so I will likely be able to write a thousand times more, since my days will be filled with nothing but training and writing and video games and (of course) Land Before Time.

Seriously, once summer comes around, I am going to binge re-watch all of the movies. And then, knowing me, I am probably going to update these stories like a son of a bitch. But for now, I'm going to continue working, and see if I can get the next couple of chapters done.

Next time in this story, stuff happens, and we find out what Bron said.

Until next time.