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Epic 34: The Invasion Part 2
"I got mad, and now, I'm getting even."
Captain Raymond Jacob "Ray" Holt, Ransom, Brooklyn 99
Switching POV: 3rd-Person Overview
"... W-Where did everyone go?"
A lone [Royal Guard], barely past level 50, young, naive, fresh out of training...
... And alone.
His hands trembled in the cold rain, the [Steel Spear] in his hands vibrating in his grip, his breath fogging in front of his face, the frigid air creeping against his bare-skinned cheeks.
*CRASH*
"ARGH!" The young [Royal Guard] cried out as he dropped his polearm onto the mire upon the sound of lightning crashing across the bleak heavens in a jagged arc. "... Goddammit, not now."
He then fumbles the lance back into his struggling grasp, his belly rumbling from the lack of lunch earlier on.
"... Why did I skip lunch?" The [Royal Guard] bemoaned. "... Then again, there wasn't much to go around to begin with."
*snap*
Behind him, he heard a branch snap underfoot, causing him to quickly turn around and point his spear towards the thicket behind him.
"C-C-Come on out!" The young soldier's voice trembled out. "I-I know y-you're in there-"
*BANG*
*splash*
*fizz*
*SPLURSH*
The young soldier now lies dead, bearing a small hole gaping from the back of his head, a .45 ACP round buried into deep into his bleeding skull.
Blood spilled out into the mud where he laid, the light of in his eyes, now completely extyingusished. And standing before the dead body was a tall humanoid figure, its upper torso draped over with a hooded parka, the rain dripping across the cloak's glossy surface, and in the figure's gloved hands was the [USP .45 Tactical], its matte-black barrel smoking and steaming in the cold air of the cascading rain.
The figure silently inspects the body, making sure that the target was indeed dead.
With a slight nod, the hooded figure with the gun drags the body into one of the bushes, hiding it from plain sight, before moving onwards elsewhere, the rain deafeningly cascading down onto its shrouded head.
A stray branch snag onto its hood, partially revealing an albino visage from underneath, only for him to pull his hood back forward with a scoff of annoyance.
As he breaks out of the greenery, a lone soldier rushes towards it, spear-first.
With the combat data downloaded into its neural system upon its conception, the figure instinctively grabs the [Steel Spear]'s upper shaft, stopping the spearhead from reaching his heart, moves it away from his body, and pulls out its standard-issued [USP .45 Tactical], aims it down the iron sights towards his head, and pulls the trigger.
*BANG*
... Another one dead. Onto the rest.
Those were his orders echoing in its head, for the sole function of extermination.
Itself was merely a [Perfected Homunculus], an artificial lifeform built with a single purpose before inevitably expiring upon meeting its objective.
That said order? It does not question it. For its sole purpose is the reason why it walks, why it moves, why it exists.
It does not question why it attacks, nor why the other attacks it, for it only seeks to fulfill its orders.
Its orders, shared amongst its copies, were the following:
ELIMINATE ALL FORMS OF SENTIENT LIFEFORMS OF THIS WORLD
TOTAL SENTIANT LIFEFORMS REMAINING: 234,909,862
... Until that number hits zero, it will stop at nothing to fulfill its purpose.
It spots another [Royal Guard] coming out of the bushes, only for him to run away upon seeing it point its gun at him as he begin to flee.
*BANG*
... Another one dead. Onto the rest.
"[Terminator] Unit R-8936 reporting." The [Perfected Homunculus] with the [USP .45] called out. "Two tangoes down, over."
Telepathically, another message speaks through its head.
"Copy, Unit R-8936." A voice echoed in the [Terminator]'s head. "Unit D-0975 here. Just spotted four tangoes on my end. Standby to intervene if able, over."
Switching POV: Back to 1st-Person
"DIE NAN!" I heard the Motoyasu. "[CHAOS SPEAR]!"
"Sounding like a broken record, Moto-chan." I deadpanned as I tilted my hooded head away from his thrust, not even bothering to even face the eyesore of a human being anymore, continuing to do so as I continue dodging his thrusts from his [Sacred Spear] while conversing/taunting him. "You don't tell someone to simply 'die' and expect them to just simply to roll over and play dead. Take it from me, I don't say to my victims that they're going to die. I say the word 'die', after the fact."
Motoyasu continues to send forth his barrage of thrusts towards me, each getting more sloppier and sloppier with every consecutive thrust missed from his [Chaos Spear].
How am I doing this despite the fact that I am not even looking at him? Well, technically...
... I am. But I sure as hell ain't gonna tell him.
"Bond Villain Stupidity" is not my style. Let their ignorance feed their desperation. Let their desperation contribute to their own, inevitable ruin.
Do not fight to win. Simply win without fighting.
Such is the wisdom of one of the books I am reading as I was effortless dodging his flurry of thrusts, the [Thirty-Six Stratagems of the Art of War].
"FACE ME LIKE MAN, NAN!" Motoyasu remarked as I caught him now aiming for my numerous [Tomes] with his [Ashen Soul Spear]. "[GRUGE BRANDING]!"
"Ah ah ah."
My silver right arm pulls out a massive black sword from one of the [Tomes] held in one of my many projected arms, and said silver arm then bends the other way, contorting itself to properly parry the blazing [Grudge Branding], my big-ass black blade, upon striking the [Ashen Soul Spear], forces the latter to revert back to its default [Sacred Spear].
"WHAT!?" Motoyasu cried out right before he was swatted away like a fly and eating mud again. "HOW THE HELL CAN YOU WIELD A [SWORD] WHEN YOU'RE A [TOME]-USER!?"
"Fuck you, that's how." I remarked as I put my black sword away.
Okay, so with that little statement confirming that he has little-to-no knowledge of the existence of [Hybrid Weapons], nor the fact that my current [Hybrid Weapon], the [Black Grimoire, Five-Leaf Clover], had inherent [Anti-Magic] properties that activates upon physical contact, I am going to do whatever it took to keep that advantage from slipping away from my fingers.
... That and well, I'm actually starting enjoy messing with his already-oatmeal of a brain. Let's see if can blend that up into oatmilk.
Motoyasu was slowly losing his shit as he couldn't even make me move a single foot out of where I stood with his attacks, and I on the other hand, was more concerned with my [Tomes] getting water damage from the rain.
So to wit, until Motoyasu figures out how am I still dodging his attacks, I ain't gonna say shit. The clown is on his own.
... That any well, it feels really good to not talk for once. And that's coming from me, a proven chatterbox.
"DIE!" Motoyasu cried out as his [Sacred Spear] then crackles the air with lightning. "[LIGHTNING SPEAR-"
"[Lightning Eater]."
Grimm then lashes himself out of my right arm and bites down onto Moto-chan's lance and begins sucking up all the electricity into its pages, restoring my MP in the process.
"I WAS WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT!" Motoyasu boasted as he transformed his [Sacred Spear] into his [Ashen Soul Spear]. "[GRUDGE BRANDING-"
Yeah, NO.
*BANG*
"Ahh... ARGGHHHHH!"
Motoyasu then drops his spear onto the muck as he notices and psychologically registers that there was a spire of rock harpooned through his left thigh, completely piercing though his armor and possibly his marrow...
... And in my right hand, was the smoking barrel of magical Colt Anaconda Revolver, the [Oración Seis], its ivory gleam jutting out behind under my left silver arm.
"'A' for effort, Moto-chan." I dryly remarked over his screams of agony. "Glad someone's getting smarter, albeit in a tiniest of margins, but still."
"Someone..." Motoyasu squealed out in between tears as he tugged onto the stone spire impaled through his thigh, trying to pull it out. "... Someone heal me..."
"Oh boo-fucking-hoo, you pansy." I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "I lost an arm, a thumb, an eye, and a leg, and you don't see me crying about it. Although to be fair, I think most of my nervous system got shot to shit during my time here, which included getting pumped full of neurotoxin by a [Lesser Mind Flayer], which my explain my occasional hallucinations of seeing BB-chan randomly. As I speak now, I can see her sitting on top of one of the tree branches from above, munching on popcorn."
*SHRUCK*
And like a trooper (no seriously, I'm actually impressed by his sudden show of valor), the bastard pulls the stone spear out of his thigh, crawls toward his [Sacred Spear], and pulls himself back up with the lance as a cane.
"... You're insane." Motoyasu heaved out. "... You're fucking sick to the head."
"Hey, gotta be in order to survive in the world." I remarked. "Granted, Naofumi did survive without mostly losing his head, but I'm a bit of an anti-capitalist myself, and sucking up to the teats of people carrying around gold, ain't my style."
"... So what, you part of the JRA, you fucking commie?" Motoyasu spat out.
"Nah, more towards ANTIFA. Less of a commie, and more of an anarchist." I retorted as I put my books away back under my leg-hoisters behind my coat. "'Less power, less problems'. Granted, I'm anything but 'less power', but considering what kind of world this is, power itself is mandatory just to even have a remote footing here."
"What gives you the right..." Motoyasu coughed out. "... TO JUDGE THIS WORLD!?"
Motoyasu, with last of his might and an extra kick of adrenaline left in his ailing body, sprang towards me, with his might-be his strongest attack.
"TAKE THIS!" Motoyasu roared out as his [Sacred Spear] into something more... remotely intimidating before charging forth. "[JUDGEMENT STRIKE-"
"Uh, no."
The spot of ground under my new right foot, the [Printing Press], begins to glow with the [弹跳]/Bounce symbol.
"[Imprint]."
The symbol then springs me up and towards Motoyasu, propelling my whole body over him as he charged towards where I was originally standing.
"You wanna finish someone off?" I remarked above his head as I wound back my silver arm, [Airgetlám]. "Then don't be such a show-off about it, and just do it."
... Oh, and did I forgot to mention that my left arm comes with a built-in revolver-style rotary chamber with a single-action hammer in the back of the left hand? That and well, it has double-jointed limbs.
Which ones, you may ask? All of em.
And that's how I managed to parry Moto-chan's attacks with such ease, for [Airgetlám] can act as either my left arm, or another right arm at any given moment.
Well, now Motoyasu knows, and he's gonna regret knowing it. For any public knowledge of my prowess...
... Comes with a fee.
"[Zaubererfaust]."
With my silver arm, [Airgetlám], now its hand balled up into a steely fist, wound all the way back far as its articulation can allow, building up every last g-force it can muster with one, final blow...
*BANG*
... I then fire a loaded in [Thunder Bomb] that I secretly took out from my [Oración Seis]'s chamber (the caliber for both weapons are indeed cross-compatible), point-blank at Motoyasu's lower spine, the electricity pierced through his back out of his stomach, just like a derringer round claiming its mark.
The blast sends us both careening in opposite directions, I myself grab onto an incoming tree branch, while Moto-chan crashlands into an undignified heap, his back hitting the roots where I once sat at, waiting for him after I might've drugged him before our fight even started.
... Hey, chivalry is dead. I'll take any advantage I can get, and acquire. War's rough like that.
"So, Mr. Thundercock..." I sneered as I dropped back down from my tree branch and slowly walked towards the spasming mess formerly known as the [Spear Saint], who is so weak and underleveled compared to me, that my system refuses to acknowledge him as a viable threat. "... Aw dammit, I ran out of any good one-liners-"
*WHACK*
*bzzt*
... In a sudden turn of events, Motoyasu sucker-punches me with a [Wing Spear] to my [Geas: Puppeteer], along with taking out my entire right side of my face, ripping off my right cheek-flesh, exposing my gums and teeth into the rainy air, and my entire right ear.
"... Hahahaha... gotcha." Motoyasu boasted. "... Didn't see that one coming, didn't you?"
"... Admittedly? Yes." I answered, the sudden physical and psychological shock of my entire face being flayed off in an instant, now shutting down the last of my pain receptors for good. "It was indeed my fault for underestimating the likes of you, a cockroach, that utterly, refuses, to just simply lie down, and die."
I then resume my stride towards Motoyasu...
*KABOOM*
... And then, my footsteps alone now cause fiery explosions.
*BOOM BOOM BOOM*
Okay, to be fair, I was using my [Printing Press] to [Imprint] [爆破]/Blasting on the ground behind me, with each step leaving behind a timed-fuse rune that then explodes as soon as I step off of it.
Why am I doing this despite this little showboating technically wasting my mana? Well, for one, the [Printing Press] is directly tied to my brain's cortex. Whatever I want or feel, it casts [Imprint] and the coinciding symbol for me.
... Basically, despite me not showing outwardly that I'm fucking pissed, my right foot does it for me.
"In other words, I haven't been clearly trying hard enough..." I remarked venomously as I reached my right hand into one of my many [Tomes], going for the one with the bookmark between its pages. "... To end you."
I then whip out the bookmark from the tome with my fingers, transforming it into a hard-light [Katana]-like weapon, known as the [Bringer of the End, Xcution].
I know I might be ripping off Bleach...
... But in my defense, I'm too overcome with a zen-like rage, that I literally have no words to express it. That and well, Fullbringers kinda sucked as characters.
*CLANG*
I then parry the [Wing Spear] trying to sucker-punch me again, because fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, also shame on you, I have a lightsaber-katana, so suck it.
"Just give up Nan..." I saw Motoyasu speak out as he slowly pulled himself back up to his feet, even with a gaping hole in his stomach. "... We got you and your family surrounded. It doesn't have to end this way. Just stop what you're doing and surrender."
"... Really now?" I remarked with genuine curiosity. "If you claim that me and my family are surrounded, tell me..."
My expression of wonder then contorts itself into a demented grin of sadistic glee.
"... Have you found them yet?" I asked. "If not, then where are they?"
The look of his stupefied daze slowly contort into horrified realization...
... Okay, it turned me on.
"Where are they?" Motoyasu asked. "JUST WHERE ARE THEY!?"
... You know the [Thirty-Six Stratagems] that I was reading about a few minutes before I handed Moto-chan's sexy ass on a silver platter?
Well, to put it mildly...
Rule #6: Clamor in the East, Attack in the West.
"Congratulations." I sarcastically remarked. "You and the dumbass king sent the majority of your forces into my literal garden of madness, while the majority of my family are besieging your little city on top of a dry hill, as we speak. And just like with your past relationships, you're in balls-deep, and too late to pull out now."
"But how..." Motoyasu replied in an increasingly-panicked tone. "... HOW!?"
Well...
Rule #13: Beat the Grass to Startle the Snake.
"Now normally, I would've simply sent your girlfriend's fingers via snail mail..." I remarked as he continued to parry away the [Wing Spear] with my [Xcution] and [Five-Leaf Clover] simultaneously. "... But then realized that this world barely has a reliable USPS, and no DNA identifications, so I had to do something a bit more... convincing. Did you know that people tend to make stupid decisions when they're emotionally provoked?"
And upon seeing his face get even more twisted with the realization of him playing to my hands, I did not realized how hard I can get right now.
... God, I have issues.
"So, by invoking the whole 'disproportionate retribution' that the old man is really fond of, probably got it from his side of the family (wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more), and the fact that I took advantage of his possible dementia..." I smiled sadistically. "... Do the math."
"... How the hell do assume that he has dementia?" Motoyasu pointed out. "The king is the wisest man I've ever known!"
"Inbreeding, PTSD, and the fact that the man himself sort of reminds me of a certain game show host-turned president..." I pointed out bluntly. "... For so called 'Sage-King of Melromarc', all I see is a broken man with his wrinkly arse glued to the throne, his sanity in its twilight, and I, the herald of his inevitable doom."
"But if you're after him..." Motoyasu remarked. "... Then why me?"
"... Did you know that leaders and objectives are not always one and the same?" I remarked, now checking off another stratagem.
Rule #18: To Capture the Bandits, capture their Leader.
"Hate to say bud, but you're the glue that holds that wretched hive of sin and decadence called Melromarc together, whether through actual loyalty, or basic cronyism. Thank god I paid attention to political science." I pointed out mockingly as I continued to parry away the flying shaft with my [Tome]-derived [Sword] and [Katana] weapons. "As far as the populace is concerned, the king himself is just a figurehead. And thanks to my negative PR campaigning boosting yours up to an unprecedented degree of significance, I might as well kill two birds with one stone. But first, I had to get the little birdie away from his flock, i.e., you."
"You mean..." Motoyasu heaved out with increasingly panicked tone. "... No way!"
"Yes way!"
*BANG*
*splash*
We both then see a bespectacled female [Elementalist] pop out of the thrush next to us, her head now sporting a clean hole running through the side of her bleeding head hitting the ground, pooling blood and mixing the brown sludge beneath, slowly being dragged back into the thrush by her presumed assailant.
"... Elena?" Motoyasu whimpered out at the girl now completely disappeared from existence.
"Operation: Thanksgiving." I remarked as I ducked under the flying [Wing Spear]. "Turkey shootin' season, muthafucka. And you gobblers waddled in what you thought was going to be bountiful harvest of vengeance... but instead, all that was waiting for you, was the slaughterhouse."
Rule #32: The empty fort strategy.
The forest itself has nothing to offer for them, not even enemies for them to kill.
All that awaited for them, was simply death.
"... You monster." Motoyasu heaved out.
I then knock the [Wing Spear] out of the air with a double parry, causing it to stop flying and get nailed to the muck.
"... Do you have... any compassion... to those who you kill?" Motoyasu futilely asked.
"I don't know, do they?" I retorted. "Do you think that they will show mercy to anyone that they can chain shackles onto, and exploit both physically and psychologically? Do you think that just because they're human, that they're capable of learning from their mistakes when they refuse to acknowledge that their actions were a mistake? Do you honestly think, that one man alone, can change the people?"
I then spit on his face spitefully.
"... Empathy is dead in this world. Heroes are a thing of the past. A myth, a fabrication, a propaganda, a false hope. Only survival matter now." I stated. "I didn't turn people into monsters. I simply tore away the veil of lies and ignorance, and made them reveal who they truly are."
I then raise my [Xcution] over my head and aimed my swing down towards Motoyasu's head.
"Well, I had my fun." I remarked. "When you get to hell, tell the bastards I've murdered how you died, in vivid detail."
As I swung the blade down, something unexpected happened.
"... TELL THEM YOURSELF!"
*SHUCK*
First, a spearhead bursts out of my stomach.
"BECAUSE THE ONLY ONE GOING TO HELL IS YOU!"
Then, the spear itself catches fire as it begins roasting my insides. Motoyasu then follows up by grabbing the burning shaft, as his heroic-looking armor slowly transforms itself into a more demonic-looking armor, along with the burning spear, hissing and steaming in the rain as the flames refused to die out.
"[WRATH SPEAR 3]!"
The spear then transforms itself into a more draconic and demonic appearance, blood red lines coating the shaft and blade, and practically the Eye of Sauron replacing the gem where his [Sacred Spear] was at, and in all honesty, I think him trying to emulate canon!Naofumi is sort of adorable.
... I would be screaming in panic as I burn, but like I said, all of my pain receptors got shot to shit, and well, I only feel slightly warmer.
He then lifts me up into the air, pointing me up towards the sky.
"[CASTLE OF IMPALEMENT, KAZIKLI BEY]!"
*SHASHAHSHASHASHASHASHACK*
... I suddenly feel, very warm.
How odd.
Switching POV: Rio Murasame
*shruck*
Rio then pulls her [No More Heroes] out of a guard's neck, right before dumping his body over the castle wall, piling onto the hill of dead bodies below.
All the guards patrolling the edge of the walls were all taken out, and not a single soul on the ground even noticed.
"God, I love these new threads." Rio remarked as she threw down a spool of rope tied to a secure anchor down the walls.
She then continues to peer down the surrounding town, looking out for any peepers that might notice them, as the [Uniters], their backs strapped with their [Kar98k]s and their waists holding their [Grudge Hatchets] sheathed in their sides, climbed up and dispersed around the now-empty walls.
The rain helped them cover their silhouettes from the distance, and all the alarms have been rendered unusable.
"Everyone here?" Rio asked one of the [Uniters].
"Everyone's on the ground." One of the [Uniters] muffled through his ballistic mask.
"PPEs on?"
"All of us put em on after vaccination."
"Those past 14 hours better be worth it then." Rio remarked as she tugged onto her leather mask with the silver studs over her nose and mouth. "Alright, let's move."
She then leads the [Uniters] down to the town below, shifting between the alleyways, breaking up into smaller groups, dispersing throughout the residential areas like mice.
"Alright, we're close." Rio remarked as she snuck a peek towards the [Three Heroes Church]'s chapel outside. "I see six ahead, two armored, two casters, and two regular infantry."
"Who do we kill first?" One of the masked [Uniters] asked as he pulled out his [Kar98k]. "The armored guys?"
Rio then looks out again, noticing that the cloaked casters are suspiciously close to the armored fatties armed with [Holy Axe]s.
She played her fair share of RPGs to realize that the cloaked casters are there to patch up the big guys up on front first. Long-term, they need to go.
"Kill the ones in the cloak and [Staff]." Rio ordered. "I can easily take out the two on the front. The guys in armor are probably slow as shit, but just in case, get the [Molotovs] ready for em."
"Got it." The [Uniter] replied as he and his partner cocked the bolts of their rifles back before aiming down their iron sights towards the chapel.
As the two steadied their hold of their rifles to better their aim, Rio reached for her tantō, [Killer is Dead], sheathed around her left bicep, and the other three took out their flints and begin striking sparks at the cloths coming out of the bottlenecks.
"Show me your eyes, you motherfucker..." One of the [Uniters] whispers out as she aimed her gun towards one of the cloaked [Church Clerics] patrolling with the other [Church Guards].
Then, the moment of truth.
*BANG*
Rio looks out towards the chapel grounds, spotting two cloaked priests shot in their heads, falling flat onto their backs as blood spilled out of their heads.
"Wha-WHAT THE SHIT-"
Rio then moves in as a blink, suddenly appearing before the two [Church Guards] with both of her blades, [No More Heroes] and [Killer is Dead] drawn out of their sheathes, and swings her blades towards them.
Her ninjatō beheads the one to her left, and her tantō runs through the right's throat from its side, both immediately falling flat and dead instantly.
"YOU BITCH!" One of the [Church Heavies] bellowed out as it stamped towards her, [Holy Axe] raised over its helmeted head. "[SACRED SMITE]!"
The heavy brings the weapon to the ground, trailing a row of burning light snaking towards her, eventually reaching her feet...
*BOOM*
"HA! JUSTICE HAS BEEN SERVED-"
*SHRUCK*
... A tantō's blade juts out of the heavy's throat, forcing it to fall to its knees, revealing Rio behind it.
"[Phantom Pain], bitch." Rio remarked as she pulled her tantō out of the heavy's neck. "Your first attacks will always miss."
"HOW ABOUT A SECOND!?" Another [Church Heavy] roared out as it charged towards her, [Holy Axe] also raised-
*CRASH*
*FWOOSH*
"ARGHHH!" The [Church Heavy] bellowed through it helmet as the [Molotov] shattered against its helmeted head and set the whole melon ablaze. "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!"
"Eat me, buttercup." Rio flipped off the burning [Church Heavy] with both of her hands.
She then slashes the burning [Church Heavy]'s throat with her [No More Heroes], spraying blood all over her clothes in the aftermath.
The blood and rain did very little to put out the fire, for the [Molotov] contained Greek Fire, designed to keep burning even on the ocean water's surface.
How the hell did Nan find all these, she does not know, nor she cared.
"Alright, that all of em?" Rio remarked before the chapel doors behind her was opened by a young nun, the latter fell onto her bum upon seeing the blood-soaked assailant. "Hold a sec."
She then throws her tantō blade into the nun's throat, silencing her before she can scream.
"Whoa sis..." One of the younger [Uniters] remarked as he and the others came towards her. "... That was pretty kickass."
"Save the compliments for later." Rio remarked as she took a lit [Molotov] from one of the [Uniters]. "We got a city to burn."
She and the other [Uniters] then begin pelting the chapel with the [Molotovs], scattering undying flames onto the building, slowly inciting panic from within the building.
"Alright, next stop; literally everywhere else!" Rio remarked as she took off with the rest of the [Uniters] following her from behind. "Set everything, and everyone, to torch!"
"YES, ANEGO!" The [Uniters] replied with vigor as they begin pelting the surrounding areas with their [Molotovs], setting fire amidst of cascading rain.
"Being called anego..." Rio remarked to herself as the [Uniters] began setting fire to anything near them. "... Yep, we've gone full yakuza."
14 hours.
That's all it took to plan out this Kingdom's destruction.
14 Hours Prior...
"Okay fam, this it." Nan remarked as the others gathered around him. "We got Melromarc up and angry after we sent them a letter of challenge, and now, as far they're concerned, we're just gonna sit around here, and wait for them to come-keheheheheh... no."
It was clear to them that they weren't going to simply wait around and ambush them.
Even moreso, when the [Perfected Homunculi] equipped with the modern warfare tech and gear brought out crates of glass bottles and tin canisters with the red label with a picture of a fire on it.
"Now, according to my findings and some scouting done by my [Bird Eyes] (bless their souls), it seems that Motoyasu, the [Spear Hero], is now being cautious of us, and instead of simply leading a dick-first charge towards our domain, they instead seem to be preparing first before they raid this forest."
Rio then notices Nan smiling even more.
"... So, let's reformulate, and go for the unexpected." Nan stated. "By that, we will not attack them while they're preparing, for it's best to assume that they will see it coming as hindsight. So instead, let's go for the opposite."
"Opposite?" Glass remarked.
"We attack them when they attack." Nan stated. "But, we won't meet them head-on. Especially after me and Rino pissed them off big time, they'll probably send everything that they have at us. So, we're not going to fight an entire kingdom's worth of armed killers head-on. So instead of cutting into this turkey, we'll carve it up piecemeal, one limb at a time."
He then points towards Gaelion, in his horned, elderly-sage-like humanoid form.
"One division will take the air, the other will circle around under the cover of rain and night." Nan remarked. "Gaelion and Aabidah can easily breach through the clouds and fly above with Garou, Fubuki, Byakko, Wyndia, Glass, L'Arc, Theresa, and the entirety of the Hakuko Clan above the city, ready to drop in at a moment's notice. Which then brings me to the next group."
Nan then looked at her with a serious gaze.
"Rio, your job is the most important." Nan stated to her face. "Your job is to sneak in through the castle walls, take out the guards, and bring in the rest of the [Uniters] through this breach through whatever means necessary, provided if it doesn't cause any noise. While at it, sabotage anything that looks like an alarm, whether bells, or smoke signals, if it looks like it can be used by the guards patrolling the walls, break it, render it unusable, or just dump that shit over the out walls, as long it's gone, then all the better. After that..."
He then points his thumb towards the [Perfected Homunculi] filling the glass bottles up with the liquid from the tin canisters before stuffing the bottlenecks with rags dipped in what it smelled like gasoline.
"... Go nuts and set everything that you see on fire." Nan gleefully ordered. "Any questions?"
She raised her hand, which Nan responds by pointing at her.
"You know that I'm just one person, right?" Rio pointed out.
"Don't worry." Nan remarked. "Why do you think I gave you the [Kingslayer Set] in the first place?"
He then points his Colt Anaconda at her, firing it...
*BANG*
... She shuts her eyes, only to find herself behind Nan.
"See?" Nan remarked as she noticed his circlet around his head blink at her. "The moment they try and kill you, they'll be the ones to end up dead, as long as you will it. [Phantom Pain] is a passive skill that allows the user to automatically avoid all first attacks made by each individual enemy, but however, only first actions only, since should they buff before they attack, then well... I suggest you run the other way."
... So basically, her clothes gave her Mimikyu's Disguise ability, only that it can be used once per disguise enemy. Not a once-and-done that was used to balance out her favorite Fairy-type Pokémon, but once per every enemy's first action only.
"You know why the [Kingslayer Set] is called the 'Kingslayer Set'?" Nan asked Rio. "Kingslayers only get one chance to kill someone before they are set upon. [Assassins] never get a second chance to kill their target, especially if their targets are royalty. Henceforth, while many can easily claim the title or moniker as 'Assassin', only a select few are worthy of being called 'Kingslayers'."
Rio then notices that Nan's head didn't turn to her, not even once as he continued to talk to her, yet her instincts scream that he's somehow watching her.
... Was it circlet around his head? The same one with those blinking emerald gleaming around his head, somehow acting as his additional eyes?
"So tell me, Rio..." Nan pointed out. "... Are you worthy of calling yourself 'Kingslayer', or are you some cheap-hitman-type that be easily shelled out for another of the same kind?"
She then looked at her blades, the ninjatō, [No More Heroes], its silver blade spelling out its moniker on its flat, the letters of the phrase carved into it, and her tantō, [Killer is Dead], the phrase also written out in the blade's flat, carved into it as well, and her hands, now stained in the blood of hundreds in the name of her own survival.
All three were now thrust into this new purpose. To rise above being a simple survivor.
She is now no longer forced to run from death and enslavement.
Nan was and able to give her the needs to let her become death itself.
... So yes, she will become the "Kingslayer", an usher of death that will never come twice. For it'll only need to come once, and who ever sees her...
*SHING*
"... Will die." She remarked as she drew her [No More Heroes] from her right leg hoister, twirls it in her left hand, and her sheathes it back in before she also draws her [Killer is Dead] tantō and twirling it in her right hand before she sheathed it back in her her bicep-sheath.
"... Okay, you've convinced me." Nan remarked in a surprised tone, much akin to everyone else's surprised expressions. "You're ambidextrous?"
"Have been since grade school." Rio remarked. "... I twirled pens in both of my hands because I got that bored during class."
"Ah, I see." Nan replied. "Well, you're the crux of our plan, so don't fuck up, alright?
"Sure, but how am I supposed to climb up the walls?" Rio asked.
"Tap your shoes together, then try walking up that tree trunk." Nan stated.
She then taps the sides of her shoes together, and begins walking up towards the treetops without breaking her stride. Rio continues to keep walking, only to notice that something... felt off.
... Mainly, that her plane of view was now pointed towards the leaves without looking up. Rather, she was looking straight ahead.
"You like it?" Nan's voice called out from behind her, only where she looked back...
... Everyone else was smaller than her, as if she was looking down.
"Assassination is a three-dimensional art of killing. One does not simply approach their target from a flat plain, but rather, anywhere but the ground that they tread upon." Nan remarked from below/behind her. "Case in point, Kingslayers do not walk the same ground as their targets walk upon, for Kings and Queens inherently believe that they walk their own ground, above from all those rabble that they rule over. Make them regret their mindsets that plague them from seeing anyone else but them, and make them die alone in their bubble. You are intruding their world, you already exist as air. All you need to do, is simply turn your presence into poison at will. Understood?"
"... So it's all in the state of mind, then. And these sweet-ass stompers..." Rio remarked as she looked back at her shoes. "Alright, I can bite."
"By the way..." Nan remarked elsewhere. "... Where's Wyndia?"
"Now that you mention it..." L'Arc remarked as he got up and began glancing around. "... The [Garmr] girl hasn't been here since breakfast."
"Oh crap!" Nan cried out in slight panic. "Where is she-"
Out of one the thrush, a familiar-looking black and blood-red-colored tuft of hair pops out, revealing Wyndia, who's now collapsed onto the dirt in a daze, her nose covered by a strange yellow-colored powder.
"What the hell is this?" Nan remarked as Rio walked back down to ground level, all of them looking down at the collapsed [Garmr] girl.
Rio then checks for a pulse, and yes, she was indeed alive, albeit, unconscious, and judging by the look of her unfocused eyes and the powder staining her nose, possibly drugged and really high.
"... What the hell happened?" Nan asked out.
"Darling, I think know the cause." Strelitzia the [Dryad] wife of Nan remarked as she shuffled through the [Garmr] girl's pouches, pulling out a half-eaten mushroom, yellow-greenish in color of its spore-coated cap.
Nearly everyone facepalms at the sight of the causation, Rio herself included.
"... Alpha, Beta, chaperone Wyndia until she recovers." Nan groaned out. "She's sitting out until her rehab is completely done, alright?"
"Yes master..." The two [Perfected Homunculi] maids groaned out as they dragged Wyndia out of the bush.
"... Silver lining?" Nan remarked as he picked up the half-eaten mushroom. "... At least I found my next plan involving home defense. Genbu, Suzaku, Seiryu, and Rino will stay here along with the [Perfected Homunculi] armed with the guns, and take em out in pockets, said pockets being corralled by my honey and our grandchildren, who pretty much turned this place into a massive genius loci now that the queen herself is back in control of this garden home of ours."
Nan then looks at the half-eaten mushroom with a maniacal grin.
"... As for the spear-cock, I'll see to him personally." Nan remarked. "As for the possibility that the populace might be carrying diseases, we sort of figured out the nature of this little pandemic, but just to be sure, we fed our other [Anti-Magic] user prisoner the same apples from the caravan as a test, and results haven shown yet, but we did catch on that he was coughing out plumes of black crow feathers..."
A cardboard box was tossed next to him.
"... Everyone, be sure to wear these under your masks, and avoid bare-handed contact with everyone at all costs." Nan ordered as he opened the box up with his switchblade-thumb.
He then tosses a box of germ masks into Rio's hands.
"... Okay, I found hazmat suits, but there's only two of em, and they're both being used by the guys who're studying the [Anti-Magic] guy being used as our lab rat, mainly because last I checked, lab rat is not a voluntary position." Nan pointed out. "Before everyone goes..."
Nan then conjures a magic circle over the cardboard box, right before taking the box from Rio's hands and tossing it alongside with the rest of the PPE. The magic circle then trails down across the whole box.
"... There." Nan remarked. "In case if the pandemic is arcane in nature, I put some [Anti-Magic] on em in case of that, since having some protection is better than none. Any questions?"
None reply.
"Alright, let's suit up." Nan remarked. "We got til the dead of night."
Back to Present...
Whether God or the Buddha was blessing Nan with insurmountably-high levels of luck, or Nan himself had a hidden spark of brilliance buried under a mountain of insanity burdening him, it was clear that Nan's scenario was unfolding as preordained.
There were barely any guards left in the castle town itself, only a few and a couple of [Church Guards] spread out few and far between, only sufficient to deal with an invading force, but not for a chaotic riot involving lots and lots of inextinguishable Greek Fire.
"BURN, YOU BASTARDS!" One of the [Uniters] roared out as he and the other masked rioters pelted the buildings with more of their [Molotovs]. "SUFFER LIKE WE DID AS YOU ABANDONED US ALL!"
A woman and her son tried to escape from the burning building, only to be intercepted by a [Uniter] by stabbing the mother through her stomach with his [Grudge Hatchet] before kicking her back into the burning building, followed up by the boy being slit across his throat before being tossed back into the same burning building, which then collapses on top of the two in a burning and steamy heap.
No matter how much the rain pelted from the sky, the flames refused to die out.
No matter how much the damp air tried to contain the smoke, a thick blanket of steam shrouded the air like fog instead.
No matter how much the temperature dropped from the frigid droplets hailing from the sky, the heat still lingered on in ambient temperature akin to a sauna.
Glass shattered, flames roared, steam set in, and screams of fear and hate echoed in Rio's mind.
"... So this is what being powerful feels like." She thought to herself as she walked down the steam-covered streets of this castle town, as the flames now covered a good portion of this kingdom. "... I can see why people wouldn't want to let this euphoria go."
Something crawls up to her leg. A bleeding and crawling man, looking around the age of mid-twenties of some sort.
"... Please, help me..." The man begged.
*SWICK*
She plants her [No More Heroes] into the back of the man's neck, killing him instantly.
"Don't touch me." Rio spitefully remarked as she kicked the corpse aside.
A flailing [Royal Guard] charges towards her in utter and blind desperation due to the surrounding mist and smoke getting thicker and thicker.
[Phantom Pain] activates up the Mook's [Steel Sword] being swung at her, immediately teleporting her behind the hapless mook, right before a tantō blade bursts out of her throat before it retracts itself back into her neck, leaving a gaping hole behind as she fell face-first to the muck.
"Too easy." Rio remarked as she twirled her blades in both her hands as she continued with her stride across Melromarc in chaos.
The night sky is truly wonderful, for it exuberates both wonder and fear simultaneously. Given the current circumstances, both were truly at the forefront of this orgy of chaos and anarchy.
Vengeance will be sated with blood of the ignorant innocents, death will be inflicted upon to those who stand in their way.
... And for Rio, who's played as a subservient puppet to her own life back home, never in control but in the world of SAO, has never felt better to be on the giving end.
"... So this is why Nan keeps doing this." Rio giggled out. "... Power really feels good."
Suddenly, she spots a hammerhead being swung down towards her.
[Phantom Pain] activates, allowing her to teleport behind the attacker and let her draw out her [No More Heroes] to decapitate him...
*CLANK*
... Only this time, her ninjatō was stopped by being grasped between by a pair of iron tongs.
As she took a closer look at her new assailant, she spotted it wearing a full-faced, brass-colored, moderately-spiked iron helmet with a t-shaped visor made of translucent black crystal, a set of light copper-colored armor over a top covered in furred animal hide, a pair of dark-brown tufts covering its shoulders, and below its waist was a copper-colored armored tunic reaching below its knees, and a pair of dark-brown leather boots that looked if it has seen its own wear and tear throughout the years, holding shape despite the latter.
"Who the fuck are you!?" Rio remarked before she ducked under its swing of its hammer, following it up by her slipping out her [No More Heroes] between the assailant's tongs and creating some distance between it and her. "... From the looks of it, you're not like those rank-and-file, aren't you?"
The armored assailant simply puts the shaft of its sledgehammer over its furred shoulder.
"Not much of a talker then..." Rio remarked as she readied herself for combat. "... And you sure as hell getting in the way. So move before I make you."
The assailant then readies itself for combat as well, twirling its sledgehammer in its grip and pointing its tongs towards her.
"... Suit yourself."
Rio then flashed out of existence before reappearing a second later, her blades clashing against the assailant's tools crossed between each other, clashing iron against iron, silent rage versus silent resolve, the Kingslayer against the Armored Assailant.
... Only one will come out of this alive. That's what the two of them thought as they clashed on in the rain and steam.
Switching POV: Motoyasu
It felt disgusting.
The boiling power that was used to finally end Nan, was now a charred and mangled corpse before him, impaled countless times in all directions, was simply disgusting.
Hate. Such boiling hatred had eroded his mind to an almost hollow state.
"Is this what Nan felt?" Motoyasu thought to himself. "... Is this the power that drives his madness?"
He then looks at Nan's face, its blackened visage now completely void of skin or even the redness of human flesh, its burnt-out eyes, now just empty sockets, still held onto that same mad glare, its teeth, now forever frozen in a sadistic glee.
... Motoyasu won, but he didn't fell like he was winning.
He felt like this was all part of Nan's plans, somehow.
"Why..." Motoyasu's voice trembled out. "... You're dead, so... why are you laughing at me? WHY ARE YOU STILL MOCKING ME-"
*GULP*
... Something glimmered between Nan's teeth.
*shing*
An oddly-shaped golden medallion, bitten in half, still hanging from its neck.
"... What-"
A wave of dark energy explodes out of the charred and impaled corpse of Nan.
The charred body, impaled and staked through numerous black spears, begins sporadically twitching and shifting back to life, its frozen limbs regaining their articulation, breaching through their rigor mortis, and its neck snapping itself back together, right before it cracked its neck towards Motoyasu's face, its empty eyes now staring into his very own.
"... Bu-bu-but-"
"BUT WHAT, MOTO-CHAN!?" Nan's charred visaged spoke out towards him, now his whole body fully animated back to normal, and the stakes and spears piercing throughout his body, now being sucked into his bony corpse.
*CRUNCH CHRUCH CHRUCH*
"DAYYNNNNMMM!" Na's charred visage remarked over the sound of crushing iron and snapping steel. "I KNEW FORGING A CONTRACT WITH AN LESSER ELDER DEITY WOULD COME IN HANDY!"
"... Wait, CONTRACT!?" Motoyasu remarked only for his eyes to point back at the bitten medallion hanging around Nan's neck. "... You-you don't mean!?"
"YEP."
Nan's body then finishes devouring the spears riddled throughout his body, and to make matters worse, the wounds from the his [Kazikli Bey] were the ones that were devouring the spears impaled all over him.
... Only except open wounds weren't supposed to grow teeth. And tongues.
They weren't wounds anymore. They were mouths. All gaping, gnawing, gashing, smacking, heaving, and slobbering mouths.
"HEEEYYY THERE MOTO-CHAN!" The monster greeted as it finished devouring the spears from his [Wrath Spear 3]. "Did you miss me?"
In panic, Motoyasu threw his spear like a javelin towards the monster that only looked liked Nan, but as soon as the spear reached his head...
*CHOMP*
... Another mouth grew on his forehead, chomping the spearhead between its teeth, stopping dead in its trajectory.
"... I GUESS NOT! GEHEHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!" "Nan" cackled out with a newly-grown mouth on the skin of his throat below his Adam's apple.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU!?" Motoyasu cried out in unrestrained terror of this thing standing before him.
A writhing, pulsating, cancerous mass of flesh and fang alike, that dared to call itself human when it clearly wasn't.
"So, you may be asking, how in the hell did I survive that?" This monster only looking like Nan asked. "Funny story, really. A very, special kind of [Effigy]. One dedicated to the lost god of hedonism itself, sensory pleasure personified, and bodily pain in tangible form. In hindsight, I think that might be the reason why I can't feel... anything anymore."
"What do you mean, you monster!?" Motoyasu cried out as he tried desperately not to fall onto his shaking knees.
"Every favor from a god often requires... sacrifice." Nan remarked, unfazed by the state of his "Upon breaking the very special [Effigy] of the god of hedonism, Y'golonac, I was able to curry favor with one of the lesser deities of H.P. Lovecraft, but in exchange, I... cashed in my sensory nerves. All of them. [Y'golonac's Pendant] is now a permanent part of my body. Watch."
His missing right eye, taken out previously by his [Wing Spear]'s sneak attack, a set of teeth grew out of his eyelids, followed up by a tongue sticking out where his eyeball should be.
"My whole body is my plaything, Moto-chan~!" Nan spoke from his eye-mouth, it's tongue flickering out spit and splatter, causing Motoyasu to vomit out of sheer disgust upon the psychological recoil inflicted upon him. "Now I no longer fell hot or cold, I no longer feel pain and pleasure, and my body is no longer bound by such needless notions of life and death. I can now do anything within this ultimate example of physical malleability and adaptability, and before you ask, no, I am no longer classified as a human... biologically and conceptually speaking."
"... So... you rejected your humanity?" Motoyasu pointed out. "JUST WHAT KIND OF A MONSTER ARE YOU!?"
"'Monster'... is putting it lightly, Moto-chan." Nan remarked gleefully. "... I have... EVOLVED. I have shed my weak, [Human] flesh, and now have become... an [Abomination]."
Then suddenly, the ground itself began shifting and moving, as if it was alive.
His head felt heavy as lead, his vision now completely foggy, his grip on reality, now slowly being crumbled away into dust.
"Ah, finally." Nan's many mouths remarked in unison. "The drugs are starting to kick in."
"... Wait, wait, wait-"
The images of him being sprayed by a cloud of yellow powder flashed in his mind.
"...That-that was you-"
"Sleep tight, buttercup." Nan's voice echoed in the coming dark. "... Don't hit anything on your way in."
*SPLASH*
"AHHH!" Motoyasu cried out as a cold spray of water hit his face.
"Oi, part-timer!" A gruff male voice called out.
Motoyasu's head felt like it was hit by a bowling ball, aching all over, and struggled to get back up.
"My god, how much did you drink last night?"
His vision then straightens up to find a short-haired man in his mid-thirties with tanned skin with a cup of water in his hands, a faint stubble rested on his chin, wearing a wine-red colored, short-sleeved dress shirt and beige pants with a pair of brown leather loafers clacking against the floor's surface, all of which were topped off with his ill-matching pink apron tied around his waist and shoulders.
Motoyasu looks at himself, now back in his normal clothes of bright red dress shirt over his plain white t-shirt and plain blue jeans with a pair of blue Converse tennis shoes, and a rolled-up blue apron with his name on the tag.
He then looks at the man's tag on his pink apron decorated with flowers, reading the name "Kobayashi, Ichigo".
"Come on, Kitamura." Ichigo remarked. "Your shift's about to start, and the kids are already getting ready."
He looked at the clock, currently reading 7:57 AM.
Then all of the sudden, he remembers.
... His part-time job at a local kindergarten before his night classes.
"OH CRAP!"
He then takes the apron from the coffee table next to him, puts it on over his shoulders and tied the straps around his waist as he walked out towards the door leading towards the classroom outside.
The door ahead opens, revealing a mature-looking woman with a pair of black-rimmed glasses over her face and a blue ribbon that looked like a pair of rabbit ears tied around her black-colored bob haircut, in her late-twenties or early-thirties with a plain-gray knit sweater and tight dark-blue jeans that accentuated her lower curves, her plain cloth slippers clapping against the clean tiled floors of the hallway, and her green apron with a rainbow-decorated name tag reading "Okumura, Ichika".
"Oh... Okumura-sensei..." Motoyasu awkwardly greeted the lady. "... Did cause any trouble last night?"
"Umm..." Ichika sweat dropped. "... I couldn't find your wallet on you... so I had to report to the police. Don't worry, she gave it back, but she told me to pass this along."
The mature kindergarten teacher then hands Motoyasu a note, reading the following:
Asshole
[Picture of a middle finger]
"... I might have a problem." Motoyasu remarked.
"Well, keep it out of the children's way." Ichika sighed out. "They're still too young, so keep it to yourself until your shift is over, alright?"
Motoyasu nodded as he walked out the door, appearing before a group of kids all clamoring amidst of each other.
"Alright kiddos, everyone gather around!" Motoyasu cried out as he clapped his hands to call for the children's attention.
"Yes!" The kids replied as they all gathered around for the morning stretches.
The session begins as Motoyasu does the routine together, with the usual ones and twos being counted down, and of him, it was back to routine as usual.
He feels like he's forgetting something, but in all honesty, he only took this job because he knew the previous owner of this place, and it's one of the few jobs where the bosses weren't complete assholes.
... That and well, he liked kids.
"Everyone!" Okumura-sensei called out to the class and Motoyasu. "I'd like to introduce you all to our new classmate!"
The teacher then brings in a a shy-looking girl with long and glossy-looking black hair that reached all the way down to her knees, and along with her sky-blue uniform sweater and navy-blue skirt with shorts underneath, and a red backpack strapped around her back, an out of place red-and-black baseball cap with English text written on it walks up to her new classmates.
"Why don't you introduce yourself to everyone?" Okumura-sensei remarked.
The girl nods and introduces herself to everyone.
"My name is Futaba Kuchiki... and my family moved from Fukuchiyama to Ikebukuro." Futaba greeted the whole class with a slightly forced smile, likely due to her shyness. "... Nice to meet you all, and please take care of me!"
As she bowed, her cap fell off of her head, dropping it before Motoyasu's feet.
Motoyasu then looked at the cap after picking it up and read what it said, and while he can read English, he doesn't know what they mean. He can easily translate it to katakana, but never in traditional kanji.
"Nice to meet you too, Futaba-chan!" Okumura-sensei replied cheerfully. "Everyone, please get along with our new classmate, understood?"
"Yes!" the class stated in unison.
"Kitamura-san." Okumura-sensei called out to Motoyasu. "Today we're going to plant sunflowers outside. You mind showing the class how to do it?"
"... Oh, right." Motoyasu stuttered out, trying to get his grip. "Right, I'll be outside, and... get started."
Oh right. Today was gardening. They were going to plant sunflowers outside.
He can worry about the headache and the english on Futaba-chan's cap later.
But even then, the text itself still stuck onto Motoyasu's consciousness.
THE FINAL SIN HAS BEEN AWAKENED
He couldn't shake the feeling off, so instead, he decided to push it down in order to get on with the day ahead. For Motoyasu himself wasn't the kind of person who worries over small details like that.
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes: ... I might have a problem. Just read the chapter myself as I was writing this and holy shitballs, I might be losing it, especially when my self-insert is now on his way to become General Shepherd from CoD MW2 and Handsome Jack from Borderlands 2. Strawman sociopolitical rants in this fic aside, it must be reminded that as I was writing this, I was basically thinking about when I wrote this as: "What if my 17-18 year old-self stayed 17-18 psychologically?"
End result? ... This, especially when holding onto unfathomable amounts of power.
So anyway, Nan's new weapons, [Airgetlám], [Oración Seis], [Five-Leaf Clover], and [Xcution] are all references to No Guns Life, Fairy Tail, Black Clover, and Bleach, and the latter two are manifested from their respective [Tomes] acting as their carrying cases, so they count as part-[Tome] [Hybrid Weapons]. The former two also share the same caliber of magical rolled-up [Tome] page ammunition, so by the virtue of being cross-compatible, the silver arm counts as [Tome]/[Gauntlet]/[Dagger] [Trinity Hybrid] (in the previous chapter, Nan ran his finger from his left arm down Malty's bare back, forming a small incision, implying that the digits are indeed blade-like in nature), so it counts. Not to mention, several foreshadowing to other undisclosed equipment that Nan still hasn't used yet, all of which will be revealed fully in the next chapter.
For now, we'll go piecemeal.
... Rules lawyering aside, Nan also made reference to The Mask and Undertale (guess which is which on your own), and the "Armored Assailant" is a homage to The Armorer from The Mandolorian. Oh, and the whole cliffhanger is a homage to Re:Zero's Echidna's Subaru Flashback episode, but gonna be a bit more fucked up.
I got school comin' up on August of 25th as I'm writing this, so I had to go extra nuts just to keep you audience sated for a bit while. Summer's officially over for me, and now, second year starts indoors, with AC.
... 2020, a year where happiness comes with a price, and way too many close calls for my liking.
Stat Updates (Debuting new Threads):
Name: [?], Nan Hon-Jah
Class: [Abomination Tome Fallen]
Level: 95?
Affinity: [?]
Alignment: [?]
Equipment: [Forbidden Tome, Grimm the Heretic], [Oración Seis], [Athame], [?], [Four Holy Weapons Manuel], [?], [Airgetlám], [Printing Press], [?], [Black Grimoire, Five-Leaf Clover], [Y'golonac's Pendant], [?], [Bringer of the End, Xcution], [?], [?]
Legion: [Terminators]
Attack: 124 (?)
Defense: 103 (?)
Agility: 96 (?)
Luck: 120 (?)
HP: 900 (?)
MP: 1,100 (?)
Name: [Kingslayer], Rio Murasame
Class: [Swordmaster]
Level: 90
Affinity: [Water]
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Equipment: [No More Heroes], [Killer is Dead], [Destruction of Flower, Sun, and Rain], [Dead Rabbit's Leather Hoodie], [Urban Assassin Leggings], [25th Ward's Anti-Hazard Measure Safety Shoes], [Shadowy Hands of the Damned], [Silver Case Mask]
Legion: [Uniters]
Attack: 106 (+51)
Defense: 84 (+51)
Agility: 112 (+51)
Luck: 62 (+51)
HP: 600 (+51)
MP: 350 (+51)
So, how will this little mindfuck end?
Who is this Armored Assailant?
And how high is Motoyasu? Is he back home or is this all a one massive drug trip?
Please leave a comment or a review, for I'd like to know what my audience are thinking!