Satoshi
It all happened so quickly. One moment I was taking just a short nap, nothing too long, the next I was being heaved out of my chamber and onto one of my Team's helicopters and drug to our Frigate as it had just been attacked.
Will I ever get rest?
I swear I could still feel the fire's hot rage on the side of the ship where the wildfire had taken the drawbridge. From miles away, with the help of binoculars, we could spy the firefighters of Driftveil City working desperately to extinguish the chemical disaster. They were lucky the majority of the fire fell with the drawbridge and into the saltwater; otherwise the city could have burned to the ground that very evening.
They were smart, however, the Unovian fire department was. They were always prepared. Once they arrived and discovered what they were dealing with, they sent a second truck that held a very special water etched with their own chemical solution that could put the raging green flames to their end. This was Unova after all, and it was a region known for war that used weapons such as wildfire. Even in modern times, the threat still lingered as there was always some genius that emerged every other century who could manage to cook the green death to perfection and use it as an act of terrorism.
But the attack on the Frigate was no act of terrorism, no, it was an act of war. It was an assault on Team Plasma, and by extension, Ghetsis. Everyone on the Frigate declared they heard chanting of Oshiros before the strike happened, and our own Jeremy and Seth confirmed everything from a bystander's point of view. And the most certain, bloody piece of evidence that war had been declared, laid sourly upon three dead and dearly valued grunts, all hit and killed by Oshiro arrows that bore their seal upon the perfectly crafted steel arrowheads.
So the time had come and the war Ghetsis suspected arrived sooner than he anticipated. I knew our conflicts were bad with the Oshiros before, but now they had transformed into a flaming, bloody hell. Oshiros have infiltrated the region from the north, breaking through Zinzolin's barriers and our own cunning spies. The infiltration was virtually impossible, even Ghetsis knew that, and after ripping Zinzolin a new arse and hearing Zin's pleas and reasoning, Ghetsis came to a final conclusion: Oshiros have been in the region for years, in disguise, under a different name. And what made these particular Oshiros dangerous was their desire to keep their bloodline alive as well as their beliefs and dreams, and those dreams included the extinction of the Harmonian bloodline.
The Oshiro lord, Kazakar, didn't want to rule Unova as Ghetsis did, I suspected. No. He just wanted to kill Ghetsis and all the Harmonians, both women and children alike, just as Ghetsis desired for Kazakar in return. The Oshiro lord knew it was impossible to rule the region; he couldn't be so stupid as to think he could. Bringing Unova back to a monarchy government would only rouse the attention of the International Police, and would result in a threat of war for a returned democracy. Only Ghetsis desired the impossible, but the impossible was possible with my lord's plan of action. With the power of Kyurem, a war threatened by the world would be suicide on their behalf. The countries around us would have no choice but to leave us be, and allow Ghetsis to rule the perfect region as he so desired.
The Oshiro attack must have frightened Ghetsis too, frightened him so much he vowed to come back to headquarters and perform the treatments as soon as possible. I suspected that after such an emotional loss of grunts and an expensive drawbridge, Ghetsis would be formulating a plan of attack or protection, but instead he left that all up to Colress and Zinzolin, and he did nothing but rush back to Touko's side. He was more desperate now than ever to win her love, even if it meant tricking her into it. He is officially under attack, and acquiring an heir means everything now.
I prayed Ghetsis would succeed and win her heart, even through the means of crafty, cheap tricks. Maybe then she would stop ripping his heart out, chewing it up and spitting it back out, only to pick it up and repeat the process. If she would just take him for what he was and give in, then all of his heartache would cease, and he could finally concentrate and the war that is unfolding around him.
