Marvelous Discovery (Author's Note): At this very moment, I just found out that 'Deviling' is a word. So anyways…

Yes. I am installing yet another chapter/short saga-like thing to this fan fiction. After reading the reviews, I decided that I wouldn't reply to them until I had written and posted when adding to the story.

So in a sense, you guys were my motivation.

Thank you, and uh, don't hesitate to totally suggest a storyline that I can tie into it if you'd like. Or even just a character you liked to see more of or have something done in their perspective. With that said…I haven't played Dirge of Cerberus. I have no idea how those Deep Ground people act so Weiss and Nero and Azul and those people aren't gonna be featured unless there is some heavy begging.

Without further ado, my half-assed attempt at Hojo. I shouldn't say that. I tried, but this guy is…well…you'll see.

On a side note: italics means that it was written by Hojo.

Prologue-like substance part 1 of 6.

Chapter VI – (Reality of Hojo)
Diligent Scoundrel

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The faint illumination in the my office flashed brightly suddenly as the screen in front of me automatically changed positions to reveal another view within the Training Room's simulation. Though it was black as night within the false reality inside the program, the special lenses I'd developed especially for the darkness made the scene as clear as day.

This was much easier than waiting and watching in that overcrowded control room where barely anything could be seen, especially with all the ruckus that had erupted over this newest predicament. The three celebrated leaders of the First-Class SOLDIERS were all stuck within the simulation—fighting for their lives at that, and seemed to be losing. Such a prospect was undoubtedly hard to understand for some who had held those brutes in high regard.

Every now and then my attention would fly to the lower right corner of the screen to look at the small window that popped up, curious on how far along the chaos was in the control room. How odd that no one had noticed that I'd installed a camera there yet. I suppose it wasn't something they would worry themselves with.

Nonetheless, I was comfortable this way; sitting at my desk, watching the situation unfold from my computer as I jotted down notes to the side within my journal. Unconsciously I found myself turning my notes into more of a narration. What did it matter if it was more of a viewpoint and not entirely facts?

Then, I leaned to the side and dug into the pocket of my lab coat, finding what I wanted and setting the small, rectangular device on my desk. Now was the time to start he verbal registration of the events that would, in all likelihood, follow due to tonight's occurrence. I looked over the tape recorder I had just retrieved before pressing record.

'I do believe I have no other choice, that choice being bloodshed.'

I paused speaking for a short time, focusing on my computer screen.

Inconceivable… Sephiroth, my own innovation, stumbled but caught himself by leaning on a wall. He pushed himself off and charged at a data replica a moment later.

How long had it been since this began?

'Blow after blow, the three specimens I'd seen to be the products of Shin-Ra's previous scientific prime were showing signs of weakness. Their desperation was beginning to surface as time went on. Obviously, those three were prepared to fight for as long as it took.

Perhaps, somehow by now, they suspected that their situation could have been the fault of someone in the shadows. If they came to that conclusion, then I had to commend them.

I activated the Termination Shutdown program, and with good reason. I wanted to save the exclusivity of my current project, not many knew what I spoke of when I mentioned 'current project'. Why should I have to explain myself to begin with? Why not just accept what I was doing without questioning the ethics behind it? The youth of today asked too many questions as is.

A worthy reason was always: because of science.

And because of science, I have no choice but to dispose of a useless—well I really shouldn't say 'useless'…a marvelously idyllic creation, an invention I would be proud of—were it mine to admire in the first place. Alas, this triumph belonged to that good-for-nothing Hollander, and wherever he is, I hope he is rotting in a maggot-infested ditch. Though I ought to give him credit where it was due. He hid his handiwork well.

Cadet Cloud Strife of Squad Seven. It had taken me only two days to figure out the entire story and how it tied in with his disappearance five months ago. He and his squad had only vanished for a week, whilst stationed and on patrol in Wutai. No one had thought anything of their absence, considering the fact that they were in enemy territory. Getting captured and ending up as prisoners of war, such outcomes were frequent when it came to the Infantrymen, who weren't as capable of fighters as those in SOLDIER.

Him and the remainder of Squad Seven were found dazed and confused, yet unharmed, having ended up on a shore miles away from their original location. At first, the Shin-Ra Corporation wanted to claim 'disloyalty to the organization' and 'neglecting duties directed by a higher officer'; when traces of mako energy were found in their systems, the views changed, many suddenly assuming the group had wandered somewhere and succumbed to Mako Poisoning, effectively losing part of their memories in the process.

They shouldn't have been looking at the fact of mako being in their systems, aside from how 'much' was present. The amount in their blood wasn't low, like a normal person who had just happened to stumble across a lifestream reservoir or even someone who worked in a lab where mako was used. The quantity in their system showed levels of people whom had been in direct contact or perchance injected with mako energy. It was well above their tolerance threshold and detail I would have noticed normally, if I had been shown the results.

However, there is a conspiracy and I know this now, within the walls of the Science Department. Such details concerning squad seven's mako levels would have been revealed and dealt with on the spot, but the information was carefully hidden and treated as a minor occurrence.

Now, if I brought this cover-up to light, I would be seen as a lunatic. Whoever was responsible hid this so well that no one would even consider believing my story, despite who I am. So I decided to take another route that would deal with the cadets of squad seven one-by-one, but not without cause. If whoever was a part of this conspiracy saw what was going on and wanted to stop it, they would have to step into the light and place their objections. None have stepped forward, even to save the last member of squad seven, Cloud Strife, and I am beginning to assume that this isn't as important to them as it is to me.

I will not accept infidelity, especially not to that sly dog Hollander. If his accomplices would not speak up now, then so be it. That would not stop what was happening. I will continue as planned.'

My so-called fellow scientists were not as driven as I was when it came to open experimentation. They scurried about the control room on the other side of the glass, some gawking at the other side where the heroes of Shin-Ra fought for their lives, others trying their hardest to shut off the program without resorting to more forceful methods; those forceful methods would result in endless lost data, a path no real scientist would follow. I was glad they were true to themselves in at least that light.

It was a shame, nevertheless. I found this little skirmish within the Training Room to be quite helpful information for later developments.

'I could dissect him afterwards, that boy from squad seven; figure out how Hollander had succeeded where I had not. It had been my experiment—one I had been working on for at least a year now: the basis of the perfect long-ranged fighter. It was a project that Shin-Ra himself had given me this task nearly five years ago as a way to assist without entering the line of fire; I had ignored his request only to now have a vague fascination in pursuing such a venture. And while my curiosity was growing, Hollander somehow completed and perfected the task in the time it took for me to find interest.'

And he wanted me to observe how perfect his final results were, by sending them straight to me in the form of the Squad Seven, flaunting and advertising his work all in one. Not even the products themselves knew what they carried within their bodies. When they had been found, their memories of the days missing were gone—blank—recalling nothing of the previous seven days. In time the members of the group began dying of unexplained methods, by my hand if the truth were told, but no one was aware of the truth in the slightest.

Onlookers simply called it the 'Seventh Plague' or even 'The Curse of Seven'. For that reason, some tended to keep their distance in fear of whether or not the disaster could be transferred, not wanting the bad luck focusing on them. I couldn't blame those people for keeping their distance. The way some of those cadets were silenced was rather tragic and gruesome in hindsight.

I believe it was around that time when misfortune first struck that Strife began spending more time with that boy, Zack Fair. That wayward soldier really was a nuisance, a sharp one who kept an eye on the horizon when he even sensed trouble was near. Him being connected to Angeal only made matters worse, since that brought Genesis automatically into the fray. Eventually, Sephiroth, ever victim to his own form of curiosity, joined in as well. Each individual slowed down my process.

If even one minuscule section of detail led back to me and Fair was able to place the origins, undoubtedly he'd seek Angeal for guidance on the matter; Angeal would inform Sephiroth, who in turn would notify Shin-Ra—whom I know would listen no matter what.

It would be a chain reaction that would only quicken my eventual downfall.

Shin-Ra would rather sacrifice half his employees and his head scientist rather than lose his greatest lapdog, especially since his head scientist would come off as second rate in the event that Hollander resurfaces to the light.

As far as Genesis' reaction would go to the matter, I'm sure his would be the least civil. Despite him being known as a letch and literature scholar of sorts, he has a serious side beyond his whimsical appearance. All in all, I would go so far as to say that he is the most unpredictable.

Moving on, normally I would have said that rank was nothing compared to talent—normally. However, when one is backed into a wall, there's not much room for complaint.

For every ten experiments, three or so were actually for the betterment of the Shin-Ra Corporation; because keeping up appearances, as a loyal scientist to the company, was what maintained my status.

'At first there were problems with eliminating the units of that ill-fated squadron without causing uproar, a seemingly natural way that no one would look at twice. I didn't need anything tracing back to me. Unnecessary conflicts were always, as I said, unnecessary—as in, avoid them.'

This is not the first time I've tried these computerized doppelgangers out on people within the Training Room. Unsuspecting victims, as one would call them, but I would never refer to them that way. They were valued data.

I admit I have set them on problematic employees from time-to-time though recently the ones on the receiving end have been those recruits from Squad Seven—six of them specifically. As for the rest, I helped 'influence' the assignment charts to assure they had missions far beyond their capabilities, something no infantryman could survive.

In the end, it all comes down to the remaining survivor of Squad Seven, Cloud Strife. There is no other option. Even as I speak, Hollander's serum is coursing through his veins, dormant for now, but present within him. Who knows when it will trigger?

From what I have learned concerning the awakening process, the longer one goes without activating the serum, the more it can assimilate within the body and the more effective it will be in the long run. The first to discover his gift had relatively weakened abilities compared to the one that came across his capabilities at a much later date and the subject was able to perform actions at a far greater distance.

When fully awakened, individuals had severely enhanced eyesight and two newfound abilities that I'd never even considered possible: the ability to sense the proximity of materia, and the ability to use materia within a certain rage. In essence, if an enemy carried materia, it could be utilized all the same, so long as the target was within range. If the target left their line of view whilst still wearing materia, all they had to do was sense the location and take advantage from a safe distance.

Everything could be accomplished from far away, assisting allies by healing from far away and attacking or supporting in battle when they saw fit, attacking by magic or firearm. A way to tidy up things quickly and quietly.

Perfect snipers to back up the perfect soldiers; one is the perfect foil for the other. Short-range, based on power, stamina, speed and force. Long-range, based on analyzing, timing, control and precision. Short-Range needed to be close by to be effect, and if too far away, superior speed came into play. Long-range, you need only to be within sight or within range of materia.

No outstanding improvements when it comes to healing. They recover basically the same as a normal person, however, that was not an issue in the slightest.

Hollander's achievement would change the very foundation of SOLDIER.

Many failed to enter SOLDIER by having no tolerance to mako. With this, anyone could join SOLDIER, not just the privileged few with mental and physical abilities strong enough to withstand let alone 'survive' the procedure when it came time for introducing Jenova cells. With this new development, those who received the serum were able to withstand mako exponentially better than previously, near immunity.

Shin-Ra would, of course, be beyond thrilled with having more SOLDIER operatives under his command. His dictatorship would flourish.

I'm sure that when it does, Hollander 'will' appear to take all the glory. That is something I cannot allow.'

Now that I thought about it, no one had approached me yet concerning the circumstances in the Training Room. How strange that I hadn't gotten some sort of notice. At least no one was bothering me. Then again, now I wouldn't have a clue as to who was sided with Hollander. Oh, well. Crisis adverted in the meantime.

What need have I to hear their uneducated comments, their distressed pleas? Surely, they were aware of this also.

If I didn't ask for your opinion, don't give it. And if I showed no desire to assist you, stop asking.

Like clockwork, a young woman stumbled into my office, out of breath and disheveled. Her pleading eyes met mine briefly, and then I merely turned my concentration back to the screen. Without a doubt, she could most likely see the reflection of the monitor on my glasses, but what did I care really?

I skimmed across my desk and casually hit pause on my tape recorder. I would continue after she left.

"I beg your pardon, Professor, but…" she rudely interrupted, in my opinion at least. I could barely make out what she was saying through her thunderous breathing between words. "There is a situation…we require your assistance."

"No, thank you." It was my thoughts on the situation in one sentence, used as an answer to her question. I assumed that was the end of the conversation because, technically, dealing with errors within the Training Room was no longer in my jurisdiction, not since I gave someone else the joy of fixing every little problem that arose. That honor belonged to the Technological Troubleshooting Team—or the Triple-T as the young people called it. It was no longer my concern when it came down to it.

But there was always one who had to step out of line; one person always had to ask 'Why' whenever something conflicted with their views.

"Professor," she said, her voice shaky and unsure, but no longer breathless. "You should intervene, Sir."

I ignored her like I always did for others who sought to challenge my authority, or me in general for that matter. That Hollander was thrown out of the department after I was dubbed 'Head of the Science Department', after losing a supposed competition against me with his limited knowledge, and had the nerve to hold a grudge for it. Honestly, how could he have expected anything else but failure?

There was no other option than such.

Somehow, he blames me for the loss of his job. How so? I was clearly superior and more dedicated than he.

It is unfortunate that he was not better at his position.

Sooner or later, I would see him again. The incident with squad seven was only the beginning. Hollander is just announcing his return. He still had eyes on my position and it was within his reach.

Not only had he completed the task President Shin-Ra had requested concerning long-ranged capabilities, he made it so that anyone could undergo the change. Infantrymen were usually those who failed to enter SOLDIER due to intolerance to mako, it being the same for majority of that squadron.

It was the greatest scientific breakthrough of this decade—there was no denying it. Something of this magnitude could easily see him placed as the Head of Science Department. Then I would lose it all—the creditability, the access to items and chemicals only accessible to one of my position, freedom to experiment as I pleased—all would be thrown out the window. It would unquestionably he harder to continue my work within my own means.

Considering that my work actually spanned out beyond what many would call 'morally correct', things would get hectic eventually. What was with people today and it being morally incorrect to experiment on certain subject? Whether babies, children, women or men, I use them all for science—but I wasn't allowed to say so, not while being connected to Shin-Ra.

Just know that I do not discriminate.

"Professor Hojo, at this rate…" I drowned her out before she could finish her sentence.

Something new happened on screen as the woman droned on. It seemed as though Angeal was injured, though not enough for alarm in some cases. Cuts spaced out here and there on his body, but the only noticeable one was a recently made deep gash on his left leg. He could no longer dodge as easily as before. Good. The sooner they were incapacitated, the better.

"Professor?"

Genesis moved to push Angeal out of the way and jumped to safety just as his own clone cast a moderately impressive Quake spell, only having to parry an attack as the Sephiroth copy performed an infamous mid-range slash. However, the attack from the replica nicked Genesis' side regardless of it being aimed at Angeal. The wounded looked worse than first perceived, seeing that Genesis lost balance, but caught himself just before he hit the ground. Back on his feet, but not firmly, he stormed into the scrimmage once again.

Where on earth was the real Sephiroth at a time like this? Oh, that's right. He's facing the Genesis copy. This was rather confusing every now and then.

Hard to follow, but getting entertaining—

"Professor! Are you listening?!"

Oh dear, it seemed as though the replicas were a bit more formidable then what I'd originally made them to be. Invincibility was indeed a factor I have been exploring for some time now, or even the prospect of immortality. It was said that with enough mako in the bloodstream…

"This isn't right. Please, someone could get killed…" Her voice was beginning to annoy me to the point where it was getting harder to focus on what was in front of me. Why were women always giving in at the last moment and never seeing the big picture of it all? It's the future that should be seen, not the present. To get to the top, one must sacrifice a few. Was it so hard to do that?

As far as I'm concerned, women are needed for reproduction only. They regret their actions so easily, which is not at all how it should be. They produce men, who are able to carry out what women are unable to.

Men finish the job.

"This is…inhumane!" Well, I heard that loud and clear.

"Very well," was the reply I gave. I shifted my glasses further up on my face, scanning the monitor in front of me one last time. Nothing interesting was happening anymore, I suppose, and my mission completion was close at hand. They were all run down and exhausted, which meant nothing new would come from this experience that I hadn't already seen, specifically defeat at the hands of the replicated data.

My goal wasn't to kill any of the elite soldiers in the end, just to tire them out to the point that they wouldn't be able to get in the way of my plan. I just wanted that cadet gone from my sight but those brutes were intent on preventing that, even that rookie first-class Fair, who was escorting Strife.

The data replicas were programmed to beat Sephiroth, Angeal, Genesis and that neophyte first-class within an inch of death—no execution. No matter how I looked at it, they were still useful in some way, shape or manner, even if it was only in battle. Once those four were out of the way, the data replicas would pursue the real target. There would be no stopping them.

My attention was back on the control room's tiny screen in the corner as I typed furiously on the keys, or pretended to at least.

Seconds later a disk ejected from the side of my computer. I snatched it before the woman had a chance to question what it was for and held it out to her, smiling all the while.

"Professor, what do you want me to—"

"Go and load it into the terminal in the Training Room's control room. Follow the directions exactly."

She paused, hesitating. I sensed a bit of distrust at my words, but her icy stare soon melted into an understanding, determined expression. A second passed before she crossed the room, only for me to hold it out of her range unexpectedly as she reached out for it. "Then again, I want you to do something for me." Her expression instantly reverted to the former hostile glare. "When all matters concerning this have been tended to, would you mind reporting directly to me afterwards." Since she was the one to approach me, perhaps this woman was Hollander's spy. No harm in prying.

"Is that all?" Oh? An instant, equally antagonistic counter.

"Yes." I handed the disk to her once more and she took it without dithering, rushing out of my office a moment later.

In a minute or so I would see her pop up in view within the little window in the corner of my monitor, and she would attempt to upload the disk just as I had told her. She was most likely wondering if I was telling the truth right about now.

It would work. I know this. My production quality is flawless. Well, it would work on my behalf to help speed things along. Every second that ticked by brought with it a possibility that this entire operation could fail. I could not let that boy live. That disk would aid my struggle, nothing more.

I hit record button once more to continue my monologue. After all, I would need some reference for later on.

'Scientist test to find the solution, even at high costs.

The only woman I once thought to be semi-worthy of my company was the one that participated in and birthed Project S.

Speaking of her, she used to have an admirer. That Turk, or whatever his name was. Vincent Valentine. Now that I think of him, I do remember sealing him below Nibelheim after performing an experiment. I wonder what the state of his corpse is after nearly twenty-five years. I may have to take a trip to Nibelheim in the near future.

Then again, I had him locked in that coffin for a reason. Best not to disturb him, or what's left of him.

I've done it before. The Turk Vincent Valentine tried to intervene and persuade Crescent from doing her work. I simply helped her stick to the correct path, by personally removing the obstacle in her way. I'm sure she was grateful in the long run.'

I decided to check up on those other two.

What a pleasant surprise! That new first-class boy had already made it to the top floor with Strife, having braved a few of those immortal monsters along the way.

Zack Fair had potential. He could be an innovator, in a sense, and prove that it is possible for someone originally human to have such fine promises for the future. Sephiroth, Genesis, nor even Angeal were born human, technically, but through experimentation; Zack was human—that is reason enough to monitor his growth. It would be unwise to leave him be at such a crucial stage.

The soldiers of Shin-Ra are nothing but experiments made by me?

Not at all.

Only a few are worthy of being called my creations. Nevertheless, they were made to fight, not have a conscience or any form of consideration for the enemy. Mindless killing machines, the perfect soldiers—that is why they were made.

If they cannot continue with the mission due to mixed feelings over an obstacle, then the obstruction must be removed at once. Such philosophy applied to everyone in Shin-Ra. Failure to complete a task due to personal views as a still counted as a failure.

I wasn't sure if Hollander was the one responsible for the happening with Squad Seven at first, but after multiple blood work tests, it was evident. Only his skills rivaled—well, came slightly close to my own. A month after the disappearance of the seventh squadron, an anonymous letter arrived.

All it said was: 'At curtain call your sovereignty will see its finale.'

How dramatic. So like you to say something poetic when you're feeling superior, Hollander.

I only wonder how he came across the information that President Shin-Ra gave me an assignment and why he decided to take it upon himself to undergo the project. How did he know I was neglecting that task and why did he wait to display his results now?

In the present I repeatedly question myself in hopes of discovering what he was going to do next, and when. I didn't have much time left. I had to do something. Whether it be developing a superior version, or sending a party to find Hollander.

'The next step to retaining my position would be a demanding one, but I needed to stay firm, don't accept meaningless projects for a while and discover or create something entirely new and different. I would remain in the leading light. In spite of everything, the first phase was finding how I was going to go about this entire ordeal.

That is the explanation to my success—I question everything, and it had worked so far. After all, if there's a 'how', then there's a 'why'.'

Oh, look. That woman was loading the disk into the terminal at the control room. Excellent. That would mean my goal was close at hand, thanks to her trusting nature.

Now for a change of scenery within the virtual world…

Oh, Good Lord (Author's Note): I never thought I'd finish this. Hojo is so hard to get down. I don't think like an evil scientist! At all! I can do 'evil', but not the 'scientist' part. A diabolical mastermind is not something that would describe my mindset. Ever.

I hate Hojo even more now.

Well, anyways, after reading some of the reviews on this story, I saw that it had generally good assessment, ya know? So I guess it isn't fair that I leave a cliffhanger/open end like that. Thanks you guys. Really. And I know what it's like to want to know what happened in the end but that never happens.

So, uh, to all of you who wanted me to continue, this prolongation is for you.

From this chapter on, I don't count it as part of the original story, because this is just me gunning for an ending (I had an ending picked out, but it died within my memory and I don't know where I buried it and if I ever remember what I did with the body I'll write down the information and tack it on somewhere… so…yeah.) So yeah (because I do say 'so yeah' a lot in my every day life. I minimize that verbal tic when typing.), this is me, going to make stuff up for the sake of those who enjoyed reading the Point of Views, even if it's just for a specific character. (Then again, isn't all fan fiction just people making stuff up? Ah, well.) I guess I'll do another round restarting with Zack next time and see where it takes me.

Hojo's chapter was mainly an explanation for pretty much all the events from the beginning and here on out.

Now for the mandatory summary, because I don't think I said things right as Hojo. Okay, so, to sum it up nice and easy… Squad Seven, which are a group of infantrymen, were in Wutai. They disappeared suddenly only to be found a week later with no memory of the past few days—so basically memories were blotted out from the time they were gone to present. Tests were done to the once captured infantrymen to make sure they hadn't contracted anything, results were all green and they were released.

At some point Hojo finds the real test results, notices the changes and catches traces of Hollander's handiwork in the blood tests. He wonders why no one notified him or any of the medical staff. At this time he begins unearthing what he views as a conspiracy.

He begins paying more attention to the infantrymen and some show signs enhanced abilities, though nothing exceptional at first. As time goes on, more abilities surface within those who awakened early on and Hojo sees that he has no choice but to dispose of evidence that he was outmatched in scientific ability.

So begins the rivalry all over again…involving other people when it was just between Hojo and Hollander. When it comes to the simulation room brawl that's currently going on, Hojo had no desire to kill pointlessly so he programmed the replicas to only kill Cloud and incapacitate the others.

Now to explain the whole ability thing. If you were experimented on by Hollander like Cloud was, which for the sake of this explanation we're going to pretend you were, then you would also have special abilities. You now have ungodly perfect eyesight (you can see perfectly whether day or night), and that's the main thing that was amplified. So yeah, you can see friggin' far away as crap, but you can't hear what's going on in the distance nor can you move like a SOLDIER operative when it comes to speed and the ability to jump really, really high like everybody seemingly can in SOLDIER (or fly in some cases if you've played Crisis Core and saw that Training Room CG cutscene.) Basically you have normal human capabilities save for the insane eyesight.

So anyways, now that you know you can see far away, what else can you do from a distance? Well it's simple really. Firstly, and obviously, you're the perfect sniper now. Yep. You don't even need a scope. As long as you have a gun that can shoot accurately and doesn't have horrendous recoil, you're good. You could go all day from the next town over if you wanted to.

That's not all. Now you have the ability to sense materia, depending on the type and distance. Summon, Elemental, Support, Healing…any and all materia is fair game. You can use it, so long as you have he MP for it. Now the only way you can use it is if you're close enough to.

For example: say you sensed materia and it was confirmed it was an enemy. Say that enemy was holed up in a ditch and there were no suitable angles for you to snipe him at. This is where your Materia casting ability would come into play.

Your materia sensing ability is approximately sixty feet for this exercise.

Your materia utilization range is thirty feet.

Your spell-casting range is, oh, let's say forty feet.

The enemy is thirty feet away.

Now for the hard part. You decide to use the Firaga Materia on the enemy. He is within Materia Sensing and Utilization range. You can cast a spell up to forty feet from where the location of the material is, and you know that there are other enemies spaced around your main target, along with allies, since this is a battle.

Now your precision awesomeness is in play. Since you know the exact location of the enemies, 'cause you're just good like that, you are able to cast Firaga on any foes within forty feet of the materia being utilized. And you do it.

And they all get burned.

But your Magic Attack probably is lacking so I have a hunch that nobody dies.

You need to work on that.

End of explanation. (If I drew a chart it'd be so much easier…)

Well, uh, that's all the key points I think. Onward, I guess. (Longest Author's note…EVER. This honor belongs to me and me alone!)

- Vincentre, who knows grammar is most likely lacking in this chapter because Vincentre gets lazy when it came to superfluous-ness, grammar checking, unnecessary things, repetition and redundancy…

- Vincentre