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Epic 35: The Invasion Part 3
"This world is wrong, and so am I."
Alice, SINoALICE
Switching POV: Rio
Clang, clang, clang. Blade and hammer met steel to steel.
Splash, splash, splash. Their soles shifted in the rain-beaten dirt streets of the burning and smoking kingdom.
Pat, pat, pat. The rain continued to pelt onto their armor and clothes ceaselessly.
"... For someone wearing 15 pounds of sheet metal and leather, you're pretty nimble." Rio heaved out as she poised her tantō, [Killer is Dead] by her face in a reverse-grip.
The armored assailant still remained silent to her words, simply placing his hammer's shaft over his shoulder armor and pointing his tongs towards her.
"... Great, one of those 'silent, but deadly' types." Rio rolled her eyes. "... You gonna talk if I knock your helmet off?"
The armored assailant takes his hammer's shaft off of his shoulder armor.
"I'll take that as a yes." Rio deadpanned as she flash-stepped towards the armored assailant.
As she appeared before the armored assailant, the latter had his sledgehammer raised over his head.
She rolls out of the way of the swing's trajectory, the hammerhead hitting the earth and scattering dirt and mud everywhere.
Rio tries to regain some distance, but finds her right ankle clamped by a pair of tongs.
"Oh shit-"
Rio's cursing was cut off upon her [No More Heroes] ninjatō striking the hammerhead before said hammer was raised over his head once more.
*shirk*
Rio smirks as she threw her tantō into the armored figure's armpit, locking his arm joint with the driven-in blade acting as the obstructive wedge.
"Oh and by the way, armor doesn't protect joints."
Rio then swipes her [No More Heroes]'s blade across the armored man's gloved thumb, hacking it off, and loosening the tong's grip, allowing her to break free. She then lunges forth, and runs her ninjatō through the armored man's throat, the blade coming out from the other side, now bloodied and-
... Covered in small black feathers?
"... WTF?" Rio remarked as she tried to pull out her blade, but the residual nerve flares from the armored man's body caused her blade to instead shift to one side too far, causing it to cleave out of the side of the neck, spraying blood and soaked dark baby plumes out to the side. "... Eww."
Rio then runs her ninjatō through the armored assailant's partially-severed neck, cutting the helmeted head off completely, and as the head slips off of the neck's bloodied stump, the Kingslayer punts the severed head like a football, sending it careening across the sky in an arc before it hits one of the hanging signs next to a burning shop, knocking the helmet off, revealing a tan-skinned, modestly-bearded head without a single hair on the top, right before it was dunked into a barrel.
"Boom shaka-laka." Rio whooped out with both her hands shot up into the air before she eyed her blood and feather-covered blade. "... Hopefully, the rain can clean it off. I ain't touching that shit."
She then looks around the burning and smoking kingdom for a brief moment before striding off deeper into the city.
"Still got the castle to take..." Rio remarked to herself as she continued to run while eyeing towards the castle at the center of the city, still relatively untouched. "... Considering that there aren't many soldiers around the streets, I suppose that they're waiting for us to make them exploit 'home field advantage'? Peh, amateurs."
Rio then pinches her lips through her face mask and lets out a loud whistle, signaling the other [Uniters] to do something else.
"ALRIGHT!" Rio rallied out. "WE STILL GOT A CASTLE TO BURN! LET'S TORCH EM, YOU BASTARDS!"
Rio then leads the charge towards the central palace, spotting the castle gate slowly opening around them.
"So..." Rio remarked as she stopped her march into the castle with the open gates. "... Anyone betting that there are a bunch of knights and psychotic cultists swarming in there, wanting to murder us in cold blood, violate our corpses, and put our collective heads on a garden of pikes?"
"Didn't stop us before, didn't it, anego?" One of the [Uniters] with the [Kar98k] remarked.
"... By the way, where did you learn that word?" Rio asked. "... Last I checked, I was the only Japanese slave in the market auction back behind Siltvelt borders."
"... You weren't the only so-called Japanese in the market, anego." The [Uniter] grimly remarked. "Somehow, the slavers got their hands on the same summoning ritual to summon the [Heroes], and well... you can figure the rest out, right?"
... Rio's mouth frozen shut with pure shock.
"... It's official." Rio remarked coldly, her grip around her ninjatō tightening with rage. "... No one's gonna miss them when they eat shit."
"Seconded." The other [Uniter] with the blooded [Grudge Hatchet] replied. "... Let's not keep em waiting."
"Right." Rio remarked as she twirled both her blades in her hands.
Rio and the [Uniters] then swarm into the castle's interior, expecting some company.
... Only to find no one inside.
"... Huh, that's weird." Rio remarked. "... Think they ran for it?"
"Ugh, this is a waste of time." One of the masked [Uniters] bemoaned. "Let's go and finish up burning down the church-"
*clunk*
"... That's weird." The [Uniter] remarked as he tried to push his hand through the open castle gate, only to find himself unable to get past it. "... The hell's going on!?"
"That you fell right into our trap!"
The outsides of the castle gates then suddenly become surrounded in walls of light, and out of various hiding places and out of nowhere, the whole room was packed with armed men both in armor and cloth.
"... Should've seen this coming." Rio groaned out as she double-facepalmed as the rest of the [Uniters] immediately pulled out their [Grudge Hatchets], reading themselves for combat.
"You may as well just accept your fates now!" A brown-robed friar-like figure standing next to a pope-like figure holding onto a weird-ass [Sword]-staff weapon declared as he pointed his finger towards them. "As Archbishop of the [Three Heroes Church], by the blessing of King Aultcray Melromarc XXXII and Pope Biscas T. Balmus, I will oversee your executions! His holiness's [Cathedral] will entrap all of you as long as we of the faithful stand-WHAT ARE YOU RABBLE DOING!?"
For the record, they weren't even listening to begin with. Rather, they were busy reloading their [Kar98k]s and [Pistol Crossbows], trying to light their dampened matches against the flats of their [Grudge Hatchets], and Rio picking her ear with her gloved pinkie finger while sitting down on the carpeted floor cross-legged.
"I dunno, what are you shits doing?" Rio deadpanned. "So sure of your victory at this juncture that you can spare a minute to monologue? In fact, do you hypemen do anything but monologue?"
"THERE'S A THOUSAND OF US IN THIS CASTLE, AND ONLY A MOB OF YOU LOT!" The Archbishop bellowed out. "WE ARE IN THE RIGHT AND ALL OF YOU WILL FALL HERE!"
Rio begins to snicker.
"... What?" The Archbishop standing next to Pope remarked. "WHAT'S SO FUNNY!?"
Rio then explodes into maddened laughter, her body arcing back with each chuckle and chortle released from her mouth, rolling her back across the velvet carpet of the castle grounds and her legs flailing and bicycling wildly.
Eventually, the laughter dies down, with Rio heaving in cathartic relief, followed up by her whole laying body springing back up to her feet in a Y-stance landing.
"... Funny you should mention that." Rio remarked in a monotone voice devoid of all emotion, her eyes, now looking akin to that of a fish's. "... Wanna see something really funny?"
Rio then pulls down her face mask, revealing her wicked grin, her pale-reddish-pink lips cracking open a blank-black crescent, with her tongue sticking out.
... Revealing a tattoo of a smiling, black coffin open ajar with a skeletal arm sticking out of the gap and clutching around the open lid.
"... So what?" The Archbishop pointed out. "So you tattooed your tongue. What difference does it make-"
*SHRICK, SHRUCK*
In a blink of an eye, the Archbishop's whole body was then split downwards from the peak of his head in four opposing directions, his entire upper torso splitting itself open like a macabre flower made of meat.
The followers, the priests and nuns, the knights and their captains, and even the King and Pope all recoiled violently at what they've just saw.
"WHAT THE HELL!?"
"HOW!? WHY!?"
"HOW DOES SHE EVEN CONCEIVE OF THIS!?"
"WHAT KIND OF A MONSTER IS SHE TO DO SUCH A THING!?"
Rio then suddenly reappears, standing right on top of the King's head, balanced on top of the spires of his crown with her sneakers allowing her to his crown even at the most minimal of surface area and her gymnast experience she had back in her elementary school days.
"... You wanna know who I really am?" Rio asked menacingly as she pulled her face mask back up. "... Then etch the name, 'Heaven Smile' unto your brains, as I kill a single person for every second passed."
She then disappears from atop King Aultcray's head in a blink, followed up by one of his escorting knights has his head fly off of the base of severed neck.
"One second." Rio declared out of the blue to everyone's ears as the [Royal Guard]'s decapitated head hits the floor.
The [Royal Guards] and [Three Heroes Church] members began to panic, only for their head to fly off of their necks in a quick fashion.
11 seconds passed in a blink of an eye, a sanguine fountain sprays and stains the walls of the castle.
"OH MY GOD-"
21 seconds passed, more heads come flying off followed by a haunting chortle echoing within the castle's halls.
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE-"
31 seconds passed, ten more headless bodies waddle around aimlessly around the audience chambers.
"YOUR HOLINESS, SAVE US-"
41 seconds passed, the whole room begin to rain down blood.
"YOUR MAJESTY, PLEASE RUN-"
51 seconds passed, hope itself had died.
"PLEASE JUST KILL ME-"
*SLICE*
*SPLASH*
... In a minute, the whole room was bathed in blood. The crimson paint staining the walls of the castle with the following:
I AM NOT TRAPPED IN HERE WITH YOU
The golden weapon in Pope Balmus's hands begin to tremble as the message became clearer and clearer.
YOU'RE ALL TRAPPED IN HERE WITH ME
"Pop culture reference made. This time, from Watchmen." Rio thought to herself. "Hi-five, brain."
"... KILL THEM!" The Pope bellowed out his orders upon his reeling followers.
"You heard the man." Rio's voice echoed out towards the [Uniters], standing completely baffled at the bloodbath, while she herself was in her speed blitz. "Light em up."
One of the [Uniters] successfully strikes a light from his match, lights a [Molotov], and hurls the bottle across the room, setting the tapestry on fire, and began to spread quickly. The others then quickly followed suit and threw the [Molotovs] at the charging soldiers, setting all of them on fire, forcing them to break formation, allowing the others with the reloaded [Kar98k]s to begin firing at the non-burning men, mowing them down with ease.
The whole audience chamber then implodes into utter chaos as steel clashed against steel in mosh pits of insanity, flames continued to spread throughout the tapestry and pottery in a maddened dance of unspeakable agony, and flesh and blood were scattered about like Hell's weather forecast.
As long as [Cathedral] was erected around the castle's parameters, none of them were to escape. Including the [Royal Guards] and the churchgoers.
... The [Uniters] and their leader had no intention of escaping to begin with. And Rino herself was about to engorge like the frenzied carnivore that she truly was meant to be.
OST: Mouthpiece (Borderlands 3)
Rio's [Phantom Pain] allowed her to weave through the opposition, each of their first strikes missing her, and if she's lucky enough, they end up causing friendly fire to each other.
... Or they would, but one knight's slashing the other caused the latter's wound to be healed in an instant.
"Oh come on, who turned off friendly fire!?" Rio bemoaned as she dodged a [Church Heavy]'s swing from his [Holy Axe] before sliding between his legs and backstabbing him into his heart. "... Damn [Cathedral]'s a pain in the ass, so better start culling them before this shit -"
She then spots the Pope coming close to her in an unbroken stride, a cumbersome-looking weapon in his hand.
"Oh? You're approaching me?" Rio boldly declared. "Always wanted to say that JoJo reference. Hi-five again, brain."
"I cannot judge you personally for killing my dear Archbishop in such a manner if I can't get close, now can I?" The Pope remarked coldly, still unbroken in his serene smile. "The man had a family, all of which were buried by him yesterday, in person, due to your leader's malevolence."
"Hey, better them than us."Rio remarked. "Come on, I'll give you the first shot-"
From behind her, a [Royal Guard] with a [Silver Sword] tried to backstab her, only for her [Phantom Pain] to activate, causing her to teleport behind her assailant...
... And right on the Pope's sight, his weapon now transformed into a golden [Bow]-like weapon, now sporting an arrow of light at its business end.
"I've figured out how your little parlor trick works, girl." The Pope confidently remarked as he let loose his arrow of light, first piercing through the [Royal Guard] that tried to sucker punch her, then jutting out of his back and its sharp tip drilling towards her.
As the arrow of light approached her, Rio and the impaled [Royal Guard], suddenly switch places with each other, causing the same arrow of light to now impale through his head and out of his helmet, with the arrow completely missing Rio.
"Sorry, old man, I'm no one-trick pony." Rio taunted before she disappeared in a blink yet again, followed up by even more heads of the Pope's allies and their friendlies being severed en masse, including the [Church Heavy] whose head pierced by the pope's arrow only recover, only to be beheaded by Rio. "Thank you, [Double Down], for letting me spam [Phantom Pain] twice in a row at a cost of a bit of my MP. Like I ever needed my MP for something else."
In the rush and zigzag of blitzing throughout the burning room, hacking her way through the cavalcade of hapless idiots trying to fend off the [Uniters], but with the fire limiting their movement, it allowed the [Uniters] to fire away with their [Kar98k]s and [Pistol Crossbows], while their targets were either trying to find their way around the flames, or trying to fruitlessly put it out, only for them to get ambushed and hacked away by her allies [Grudge Hatchets], and to her wonder, their hoods and clothes were fireproof, so they can simply continue to hack away without being caught ablaze, herself included.
"[Red Zone]." Rio declared as she began to glow with a crimson aura around her in the flaming castle. "... Try and stop me now, you schmucks."
Rio then disappears into a red blur once again, now her rising killstreak raising her stats higher and higher, to the point that her former "Glass Cannon" build was well on its way to becoming "Master of All" build.
She was the [Uniter]'s guardian angel, stopping whatever close call there might befall upon them, exterminating anyone who even thinks of trying to maim her fellow psychopaths.
Even as the King and the Pope tried to shoot their arrows of light and magic spells at her and the [Uniters], Rio's stats have shot up through the roof to the point where she can parry lightning-fast projectiles in her sleep, as long as she kept killing the remaining [Royal Guards] and the [Three Heroes Church]-goers, that is.
... Either way, it doesn't change what she needs to do. Rip and tear people apart and laugh at their deaths.
She won't tell Nan that she was in cahoots with Laughing Coffin, or the fact that she was killed by her own guildmate IRL, or the fact that her so-called boyfriend was only to keep appearances and get her ultra-conservative (borderline Uyoku Dantai-levels) parents off of her back, even planning to have her and her guildmates murder them IRL should they form enough of a rapport and decide to "move up" on their "profession". Friends gotta keep some secrets from each other, right?
... Not that it matters at this point. Who knows, she'll save that little detail in her deathbed. Or at least when she runs into Ren again. Or her parents should she get back with her new friends and family. And murder them in cold blood while fur-burgering her ex-Heroine right in front of her simp-boyfriend's idol.
Regardless, she's on the winning side, and her responsibility is to make sure that her side stays on that side.
"SILT THEIR THROATS OPEN! SET THEM ABLAZE!" Rio roared out as she sped throughout the scene of carnage, dodging the Pope's arrows of light and slashes of flame bombarding towards her, all of them missing with each kill added to her tally boosting her stats well beyond their default parameters. "DO AS THEY DID UNTO YOU!"
"URAAGGGGHHHH!" The [Uniters] bellowed out in a resounding roar of maddened resolve and ignited hatred. "HEAVEN SMILE'S UPON US!"
... She mentally high-fives herself again for her moniker creating a badass boast, even if it's a homophonic pun.
Switching POV: Motoyasu
"Alright kiddos!" Motoyasu called to the kids attention as the day begin to end around mid-afternoon. "Great job today! Onii-chan won't be here tomorrow due to friends inviting him for something, but if you're good, I'll be back the day after, kay?"
"Yes!" The kids replied in unison.
"Alright, that's all for today!" Okumura-sensei spoke out. "Everyone?"
"Thank you for today, sensei!" The kids replied in unison.
"Dismissed." Kobayashi-san dryly remarked as he reached into his pocket. "And remember, Rule #1 of Ikebukuro..."
"Don't make the bartender man with the bleached hair mad!" The kids sans Futaba replied.
"Alright, run along." Kobayashi-san remarked as he walked the kids outside. "Don't hit anything on your way out."
The kids then made their way to their cubbies, got their backpacks and after getting their things made their way out the door. The new girl, Futaba Kuchiki, fidgeting and fumbling around the swarm of the kids rushing out the door, causing her knees to hit the ground and scrape it against the corse carpeting.
Motoyasu then spots the girl tearing up, trying not to cry.
"Hey, you alright?" Motoyasu said as he knelt down to the slightly-crying girl. "... Don't cry, it only hurts for a second. You're a strong girl, aren't you?"
Futaba nods while holding back her tears.
"Kitamura, here." Kobayashi-san spoke out as he tossed him a first-aid kit. "... You know how to apply a band-aid, right?"
"Yeah, like so." Motoyasu remarked as he dabbed rubbing alcohol onto Futaba's scraped knee with a cotton ball.
Futaba flinches at the stinging sensation of the alcohol touching her knee, but calms down after a band-aid patch was applied to her scrape.
"There." Motoyasu remarked. "Careful on your way back home, kay Futaba-chan?"
The girl nods as she puts her cap with the English text back onto her head as she left for her along with the others. Outside, Motoyasu can see through the windows, seeing Futaba being picked up by a person same age as him, if a little bit younger.
"... Why does he look... familiar?" Motoyasu thought as he looked out at the college-aged male walking Futaba back home. "... Does he go to the same college as me?"
He shakes his head, trying to chase off the bother plaguing his head.
"Still reeling from last night?" Kobayashi-san remarked as he lit a cigarette in his mouth with a light.
"... Probably." Motoyasu replied half-heartedly. "... What? I'm still young?"
"Yeah, I said the same thing when I joined the Awakusu-kai." Kobayashi remarked as he puffed out a plume of smoke from his lips. "... This place used to be a tax shelter. An orphanage before some of my former superiors got involved in some shady shit involving with the Russians, and as soon as word was leaked, our bosses cut us loose, and I only came out with a missing finger. Rest got put away for life, or ended up in an acid vat."
The man then looks at Motoyasu with a slight glare.
"Look kid, I'm one of the lucky ones." Kobayashi-san replied grimly. "Just because things will work out for you because you got a whole lifetime ahead of you? It'll be too late to pull out unless you're willing to sacrifice a piece of yourself to the world you've entered into. That's called 'taking responsibility'."
"I know, I know." Motoyasu remarked. "... I'm not stupid, you know."
"Everyone's stupid until they can learn from their mistakes, kid." Kobayash-sani remarked as he picked up his cigarette with his four-fingered right hand. "... That's how my old man offed himself, and my mum getting shanked in the alleyways following him. At least I have roof over my head, food on my table, and no cops breathing down my back. Hell, people learn to stay away from us and my former profession. Anything can happen, kid. Just don't end up with knife in your chest. ... Or possibly in your case, possible child support bills."
"Hey, I used a condom last week." Motoyasu remarked.
"Where?" Kobayashi-san deadpanned as he lifted his smoke from his mouth between his right index and middle finger. "At some corner store where I bought my Camel-brand?"
Motoyasu's chest begins to ache and his head beginning to throb. As the faint echoes of meat being cut and frenzied screaming echoed in the deepest recesses of his mind.
"... Kitamura-san?" Okumura-san remarked as she came out of the door with a vacuum cleaner. "Are you alright?"
"I..." Motoyasu grunted out "... I'm gonna turn in early today."
He then tosses aside his apron before he walked out the door and onto the suburban streets outside.
As he entered into the commercial area, Motoyasu began slowly blending with the sprawling crowd of salarymen, high-school students, promoters, and the occasional delinquent or yakuza passing by him.
Nobody complained as he occasionally bumped into others, for they were too busy with their own businesses to poke their noses into other's business's.
Rule #2 of Ikebukuro: Mind your own business unless you really need to.
Anyone who breaks that unspoken rule usually ends up falling into the clutches of Izaya, THE underboss of Ikebukuro, info-broker by day, diabolical mastermind at night (or both at either time; no one, not even the police can stop him). And anyone who ends up breaking Rule #1 (Do NOT piss off the bartender with the bleached hair) usually ends up hospitalized (victims include gangs like the Yellow Scarves, Blue Squares, and a few of the "new meat" from Awakusu-kai; there was a rising drug ring called Heaven's Slave, but it got dismantled by a third-party group before they can earn his ire).
And besides, all he wants to do is go back home to his two-story, one-room apartment, do his duty (DON'T JUDGE), get ready for his night classes, bang a cute girl after class, and sleep until next day.
After wondering around the streets of Ikebukuro, passing by the black-Russian sushi parlor tender promoting his shop (tried there once with one of his one-night stands, ended with a stained shirt and a hard slap to the face from the latter), he finally finds himself standing in the front of a two-story building with multiple rooms stacked on top of each other.
"... Aw shit, I didn't pay my rent this month." Motoyasu grumbled out as he patted his own pockets, only to remember that his last night's date ended up stealing his wallet. "... Oh well, time to break into the nest egg. At least the landlady's away, and I still have my keys."
Ever since he'd lived alone since his old man died of heart failure, Motoyasu held up several part-time jobs since during his first-year in high school, working as cashier at MosBurger, gas station attendant, and that one job as a suit actor for a live-stage Sentai show.
... Not his first time taking a piece out of his own nest egg for his emergency rent payment-
"ARGHHH!"
Motoyasu then falls back to his but upon seeing two bodies piled up on each other behind the door that he'd just opened into his apartment.
"... What the hell!?" Motoyasu cried out as he looked at the murdered girls. "... Who'd do such a thing-wait..."
He recognized them. The two of them were the same girls that he was going out with for the past month, girl #2 and girl #3 (girl #1 was a single mother who happened to be in the same class as him, and girl #4 was the one who stole his wallet last night).
Both of them had kitchen knives embedded into their stomachs blade-first, with a sizable pool of their own blood, mixed together and already seeping out over the doorstep and around Motoyasu's shoes without him noticing.
"ARGH! ARGH! ARGH!" Motoyasu yipped out in panic as his shoes splashed on the red puddle, staining his lower legs of his pants and his back hitting the fence railing behind him mid-stumble. "OH GOD, WHY!?"
He would call for the police, but he remembers that he left his phone back at his part-time job Kindergarten building.
"Oh god, oh goddammit, what do I do!?" Motoyasu thought. "... There should be a local police station nearby-"
"'There should be a local police station nearby. I can call for help there.'" A little girl's voice remarked behind him. "That's what you're thinking right now, right, Motoyasu-sensei?"
Motoyasu turns his head around to his right, and finds the same girl with the sky-blue smock with navy-blue skirt and black and red baseball cap reading "THE FINAL SIN HAS AWAKENED" standing next to him. It was Futaba Kuchiki, now completely void of her previous shyness, staring at him with an unflinching smile on her face.
"... Fu-Futaba?" Motoyasu's voice trembled out. "Wha-What are you doing here? P-PLEASE, GO GET HELP-"
"Ah ah ah." Futaba cut him off as she pulled out Motoyasu's smartphone from her backpack, then holding it over the fence's ledge. "It'll be a shame if something happened to your phone full of contacts of numerous names. Then again, considering how many girls you go and plow with, some... friction between them was inevitable."
"... C-Come, Futaba-chan." Motoyasu begged in a half-dry chuckle, half-horrified trembling. "... If this is a prank, then it's not funny."
"Your whole life was just one giant prank." Futaba giggled out. "If you wanna know what that means, go inside, and see what's in deeper. If you don't..."
One of her fingers around his phone was removed, causing the phone to slip slightly off of her grip over the two-story-tall ledge.
"... Then you're going to have live with something that you'll regret even more." Futaba taunted as she grinned wickedly. "I wonder what happens if someone spots you attacking a kindergartner... How scandalous if such an incident were reported!"
Motoyasu grits his teeth in frustration, realizing that a friggin' six-year old had significant leverage over him.
"... Fine." Motoyasu replied reluctantly as he stepped over the two dead female bodies and entered his one-bedroom apartment building reeking of blood. The stench alone caused him to recoil, his stomach about to throw up his corner store-bento that his job provided this afternoon.
Motoyasu gulps any possible vomit he was about to regurgitate back down as he pressed forward into his apartment room, inside of it stinking of rotting flesh and putrid blood, like how one would think an inside of a human's rotting organ would smell like.
His hand brushed against the walls, trying to find the lights switch. His fingers running across the painted walls of his apartment, until it runs across a hard, plastic-like bump on the smooth surface.
Motoyasu presses his fingers against the bump...
*click*
... And upon illumination, finds his own disemboweled body laid on its back in the puddle of his own blood, his eyes frozen wide open in fear, his mouth foaming out of his agape maw, his stomach sliced open spilling out his intestines like bloody sausages, and his limbs twisted and contorted like an over-abused action figure.
"... This... This isn't funny." Motoyasu gasped out as he fell onto his weakened knees, completely beyond shocked at what he's seeing before him. "... THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"
"Oh, but it is." Futaba's voice remarked behind him. "... In a karmic sense, it's the perfect joke, don't you think?"
"TO HELL WITH THAT!" Motoyasu yelled back as he charged towards Futaba with his hand balled up into a fist and wound back behind his head, realizing that Futaba was anything but normal.
... But just as his fist flied towards the little girl's face, his arm froze in place, his fist being stuck right in front of the little girl's nose.
"... What's wrong?" Futaba taunted. "Are you so overcome with rage that your body can't move anymore?"
Motoyasu felt something was binding his whole body in place. He feels something... wirelike wrapping around his skin. It felt... tight, waxy, sharp, and hairy!?
He turned his head, and found his left wrist bundled up in a spool of jet-black hair, coming from Futaba. No, her hair, once a normal, albeit, still-long black hair that reached down to her legs, were now spread all over his room, binding and constricting his legs, then his arms, and finally, his neck, all of the dark webbings lifting his whole body off of the ground like some second-rate hentai tentacle-rape scene, only with less flesh involved.
"Do you know why my name is 'Futaba Kuchiki'?" Futaba remarked as her hair-tendrils pulled him closer towards her. "... Spell my name in katakana, and then apply the homophone rule to my full name... come on, onii-chan~! I'll give you a freebie."
Motoyasu's head raced as he tried to decipher what she meant.
"Her name? Katakana? Homophone?" Motoyasu thought. "What does 'homophone' even mean!?"
Futaba then lets out a disappointed sigh as she took her baseball cap off of her head.
"... Alright, time's up, onii-chan." Futaba sighed out with a pouty expression, which would make Motoyasu hard as a rock right now, weren't for the fact that somehow, his balls were lassoed with her hair-tendrils akin to razor-wire garrote, threatening a painful vasectomy should he try anything funny. "... The answer is, 'Futaba Kuchiki'..."
*crack*
The back of Futaba's head spilt open like a watermelon.
Motoyasu then faintly heard breathing from the back of this girl's head, the horrifying sensation now taking root into his mind as he braced for the revelation.
"'Futaba Kuchiki'..." The girl's voice remarked as the back of her split open, smiling and giggling eerily.
"ARGHGHGHGHGHHGHGHHHHHH!" A shrill and terrifying scream was sounded out from the back of her head, causing the whole room to tremor and shatter every single pane of glass and black mirror within their vicinity.
"... Sounds like the yokai, Futakuchi-onna." Futaba answered as she revealed the gaping, slobbering, and heaving mouth, with lips, teeth, and tongue placed right on the back of her head.
The mouth then snapped and gnashed its teeth together right before it spat out a loogie at the floor of Motoyasu's kitchen.
"... Argh... about damn time, you little minx." The mouth spoke out in Nan's voice. "Keeping my mouth shut for the past 12 in-universe hours was torture..."
Motoyasu's perception was now all flooding back. Nan sprayed some weird shit all over his face-and wait.
... Why was he back home? Shouldn't he be back fighting Nan in that rainy forest?
"... Finally figured it out, onii-chan?" Futaba mockingly remarked. "That this world isn't real, and that in the real world, my body was kicking your ass all the ways to next Tuesday?"
"... What did you do?" Motoyasu asked, his arms and legs now pulling away from his binding to no avail. "I SAID WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
"... You really wanna know?" Nan's voice spoke through the second mouth behind the yokai girl's head. "... Well, I'm afraid you're mistaken on two parts."
"The first is, that we're not exactly 'Nan'." Futaba answered, her eyes unblinking like that of a doll's. "... We're more like his... how should we put it... his manifestations of his emotions? His avatar in your memories? We'll go with the latter with a bit from the former, kay?"
"But why... a little girl's form!?" Motoyasu asked. "... Don't tell me-"
"OH HELL NO! WE AIN'T INTO THAT SHIT THAT YOU'RE INTO!" Nan's voice retorted with audible disgust. "... And we can now make that three things you got wrong. Show em."
Futaba then lifts up her skirt...
... And Motoyasu spots a bulge jutting out from her underwear.
"... Y-Y-You're-you're-you're-YOU'RE A BOY!?" Motoyasu sputtered out as his brain almost short-circuiting.
"#TRAPS4LIFE!" Nan's voice hollered out from Futaba's second mouth behind his head. "... And, for the record, gender-bending ain't an option even when creating an avatar, since I technically identify myself as male, so there's that. But now, for the third thing you got wrong."
"'Nan' didn't do anything to you." Futaba remarked. "The drugs he'd administered before our fight got started finally kicked in. So while you were snoozing away in the rain..."
"... We took a few liberties." Nan's voice remarked from the second mouth. "... Buuuut, that's something you're gonna have to figure out after we let you out."
"YOU BASTARD!" Motoyasu cried out as he struggled in his bindings. "LET ME GO-"
"Or what?" Futaba cut in. "... You realize that you're still asleep and that you can only be awake as I will it, right?"
"Point is, chump." Nan's voice remarked from the rear-mouth. "... You're in a no-win situation. You have everything to lose, while I have nothing to gain. This ain't even a fight anymore. It's an interrogation."
Cracks then begin forming across the walls.
"... So with that in mind, shall we, onii-chan?" Futaba insisted in her now-fake-sounding kawaiiko-voice. "Let's go..."
One of the segments of the walls chip away, revealing a black void with glowing red kanji floating around in the vantablack.
"... To your most traumatic, and repressed memory. The kind of fucked-up shit that any sane being keeps it bottled up." Nan's voice taunted out of Futaba's rear mouth. "... Goin' down."
The whole room then tremors, shakes violently, like an elevator sliding down in its shaft in freefall, the outer fringes of his broken window and open door snapping off as they plummeted deeper and deeper down wherever lied below.
*CRASH*
They finally hit bottom, as Futaba let Motoyasu go of his bindings upon impact.
"Come on, onii-chan!" Futaba cheerly remarked as she skipped out where the door was, the old door that broke off being replaced with an entirely different-looking one. "If you don't follow, who knows how long will it be until you wake up?"
Motoyasu lets out a low grumble as he reluctantly followed her through the open door.
Switching POV: Garou
"... A-ACHOO!" The wolf-[Brawler] sneezed out with a sniffle. "WHY DIDN'T I BRING AN EXTRA COAT UP HERE!? I THOUGHT THE SKIES WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THIS COLD!"
"It's only because you're wearing so little." Fubuki sighed out as she tried to keep her [Staff] weapon from siphoning her allies. "... Going bare-chested under your jacket might've not been the smartest move. You want me to give you my coat?"
"... I'm good." Garou chattered out. "... I'm good, really."
"Good, because we're gonna be up here for the next few hours." Byakko remarked as he hung from Gaelion's horn as the latter carried everyone else on his back while flying above the rain clouds.
"WE'RE GONNA DIE UP HERE!" Garou freaked out.
Ishmael, the [Seraphim] then flies back up to where the other were flying at, its ivory-chrome surface drenched in rainwater.
"I bring good news." Ishmael announced. "The kingdom below has been cleared up of its share of guards, and now, all that remains are the hapless sinners that have yet to repent."
"... So, we're doing this the easy way, or the hard way?" Garou remarked. "I'll take either, because I"M FREEZING UP HERE!"
"Which reminds me..." Fubuki remarked as she looked at the rest of the Hakuko clan remnants not even bothered with the cold. "... How are you all doing up here just fine? I mean, just because you're covered up more doesn't mean... you know."
"I'm an [Elementalist]." Malva replied. "Controlling heat and elements are the first things we're taught in my family before we even learn how to to sling a [Fireball]. Maintaining body heat stasis is the least I can do, but evidently, your brother was in such a rush that he'd neglected to do so with the rest of us."
"THEN GIVE ME THAT STASIS THING YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" Garou cried out. "MY NARDS ARE FREEZING!"
"You forgot to say 'please'." Malva pointed out.
The wolf-boy shudders out before approaching her.
"... Please." Garou's teeth chattered out. "... Let me have the stasis."
Malva pulls out her fan and waves it over his body, coating his whole body with an orange glow, causing his body to stop freezing, and feel relatively normal.
"There." Malva remarked. "... Next time, think twice before running ahead. There might be some things you might need beforehand."
Garou then sat down as he saw Ishmael pull back the rear of his golden weapon that looked like his big bro's own gun, but more larger, bulky-looking, and shinier and gold.
"What are you doing?" Garou asked the [Seraphim].
"You were asking me if we're doing this the easy way or the hard way, correct?" The ivory-chrome [Seraphim] pointed out. "... Well, I thought over it, and I came up with... another approach."
"Another way?" Garou remarked as the rear of the golden gun sprang back forth to its original position.
"... The fun way." Ishmael remarked venomously as he pointed his golden gun below the clouds. "Roar, [Ramiel]."
With a sound of the golden gun's click...
*BOOM*
... A pillar of holy lightning was shot from the barrel, striking down whatever was down there.
"... An empty box that these heathens call a 'house of God' has been eradicated from the face of this world." Ishmael declared as he manifested his massive golden broadsword in his lower right hand. "Now to cull these sinful lambs out of their pasture, and into their slaughter."
Garou's teeth felt like they were being pulled apart as his smile streaked across his face.
"... Oh I cannot miss this." Garou remarked. "HEY ISHMAEL! LET ME AT EM TOO!"
"I'm afraid not." Ishmael declared as the army of [Angels], [Archangels], and other divine ranks of Heaven's Arms, the [EEE], gathered around him. "Thou's time is yet to come."
Before Garou can ask why, Ishmael descends back down to earth with his personal army, followed up by the veil of dark-gray clouds looking a little less dimmer than usual.
"... Wow, big brother." Fubuki remarked in awe. "He works fast."
"Well there won't be any left for us if we let him have his way!" Garou barked out as he walked towards the [Bahamut Emperor]'s head. "OLD MAN, JUST HOW LONG UNTIL WE DROP!?"
"WE'RE HERE!" Gaelion replied as he picked up speed. "BUT SOMETHING'S WRONG! THERE'S A BARRIER SURROUNDING THE WHOLE DROP ZONE! WE CAN'T DROP!"
"WHAT!?" All of them cried out in unison.
"WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT DID THEY PULL NOW!?" Garou cried out. "HOW WE'RE SUPPOSED TO DROP!?"
An explosion was heard from below, followed up by a large plume of rising smoke.
"... I think they're doing just fine down there." Fohl remarked as he looked at the rising smoke. "I mean, no one has ever faced an army coming from the air until now. At least, that's what I assume."
"The scariest part is..." Atlas pointed out with a slightly-trembling voice. "... I feel... relief coming from those who are fading away."
All of the demihumans's ears perked up upon hearing such statement.
"... How so, little one?" Khronos remarked.
"... Their infections... to those who are still have yet to die..." Atlas spoke out as her voice grew more and more terrified upon the realization being revealed to her, to Garou's observations of her tone. "... They're all running out of their homes... towards the [Angels]... and letting them end their suffering. I sense... euphoria coming from those... whose lives are snuffed out right now."
... Suddenly, Garou's desire to jump in there to kick ass has diminished.
"Alright, guess I can stay up here for a bit longer..." Garou remarked as the flames continued to roar below the clouds. "... I mean, big bro would prefer less work."
He then looks at L'Arc and his party, their faces in a half-grimace.
"... What's up their butts?" Garou remarked before he chose to ignore them.
Switching POV: Motoyasu
"Wha-what the..." Motoyasu's voice trembled out as he looked around his new surroundings. "... Is this... my old home?"
The dusty-white walls and the dark-brown pine floors laid before him, the sun-lit window shining through the halls of his old home, the two, with Futaba, still in his crossdressing persona, walking down the house's halls.
"Yep!" Futaba answered. "... And that's not all."
"Take a good look at your hands." Nan's voice remarked.
Motoyasu then looked at his hands, now more pudgy and smaller-looking. He then touches his cheeks, noting that they were more softer and smoother.
"... These are your memories, after all." Futaba pointed out. "... Only you're bound by your brain's rules of consistency."
"Meaning that you're the only one who has to relive your own memory." Nan's voice voiced out from Futaba's rear-mouth. "... Does your kitchen have popcorn? Get the feelin' that we're gonna need some for this little movie."
"FUCK OFF! MY MEMORIES AIN'T PAY-PER-VIEW!" Motoyasu retorted, his voice now more high-pitched, now that his current body being reverted back to his childhood's upon walking through the door from his apartment.
"Motoyasu?" An unknown voice spoke towards him, revealing a comparatively-tall looking dark brown-haired college student in green and blue flannel open-button shirt with a black and yellow tee under it, his blue jeans with a brown leather belt with a simple silver-colored buckle, and a black-colored shoulder bag over his right shoulder walked down the halls towards him.
Motoyasu's mind ached for a moment, and seemingly recalls this stranger's name, albeit, extremely faintly.
"... Kurusu-sensei?" Motoyasu replied.
"I'm here for your tutoring session." Kurusu-sensei replied as he pulled out a composition book from his bag. "Come on, sooner we start, sooner we can end."
"... O-Oh, right." Motoyasu replied as he instinctively walked towards his room, opening the door into his childhood room without missing a beat.
He enters into his room, consisting a bed, a small bookshelf, a stand with various figures of his favorite Super Sentai standing in their iconic pose, and a red exercise ball set before his study desk, its wooden surface piled with books and pencils, with stickers of many more Super Sentai heroes.
"... Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger?" Kurusu-sensei remarked. "... That came out this year, right?"
"... Uh, yeah. Right." Motoyasu stuttered out, noticing a distinct popping sound coming from downstairs, followed up by the sound of a ring. Probably Nan and Futaba raiding his memory's pantry and making good on their claim about them getting popcorn. "... Can we get started?"
"Yeah, sure." Kurusu-sensei grunted out as Motoyasu took his seat on his red exercise ball that acted as his chair, with Kurus-sensei, the college-aged tutor slapped his composition book onto his desk, the pages full of unsolved equations written in pen, and Nan and Futaba's munching sounds coming from the door behind them.
Even as he tried to tell his tutor of the munching sound behind his door, he's forced to focus on his studies.
"Is this what they meant by reliving my memories?" Motoyasu thought as his hand and head moved on their own, solving the the math equations uninterrupted, all the while, the annoying munching sound can be heard only by him. "He has free rein while I can't do shit!?"
"To be fair..." Futaba voiced out mid-munch. "... You were rendered unconscious while entering into your memories, while I on the other hand, entered voluntarily, ergo, it's not that I'm in control of your memories, but rather, it can be said that the pilot himself fell asleep on the job, and now the brain is rendered on autopilot. Sorry if I forgot to mention that earlier on."
"Save your fake-ass apologizes for someone who actually gives a damn, you damned okama-shota." Motoyasu venomously replied in his mind with his mind as his body autonomously worked on the math equations.
"For the record of the craft service here being the best shit I've ever eaten in my life, so I'm willing to let that one go." Nan's voice remarked before he munched on his own share of popcorn behind Futaba's second mouth that he's occuplying.
Kurusu-sensei then looks at the composition book that Motoyasu was working on.
"That one's wrong, Motoyasu." Kurusu-sensei remarked as he pointed to the equation reading [7x4], answered as 26, rather than the correct 28. "What's 7x2?"
"... 14." Motoyasu remarked against his will as he spotted Futaba slurping on a glass of cold strawberry milk with her bowl of popcorn from the corner of his eye.
"So what's 14x2?" The tutor remarked.
"... 28." Motoyasu spoke out against his will, still abiding by the pre-written script of his memories. "... Is that the answer to 7x4?"
"Correct." Kurusu-sensei remarked. "... Let's continue, shall we?"
As time went by, Motoyasu reflexively worked on his math assignment that his college-aged tutor had provided him, eventually finishing up the whole thing, despite his ears being assaulted by Futaba and Nan's mouth snacking loudly on whatever was found in the fridge downstairs.
"... Hm, you got all of them correct!" Kurusu-sensei praised the pre-teen Motoyasu. "... Alright! I think you can take a break for a little while before we move onto division. Sound good?"
Motoyasu nods.
"Alright, see you in a bit." Kurusu-sensei replied as he exited through the door, allowing Futaba and Nan's mouth to enter his childhood room.
"... Hmm, you're a Super Sentai fan?" Futaba remarked as he looked at his action figures. "I'm more of a Kamen Rider fan myself. Ouja and Zolda are my favorites."
"Don't patronize me, okama." Motoyasu replied in a hostile tone. "Just what am I here for? Actually, scratch that, what are you, of all people, are digging into my past for!?"
"Like I said earlier, interrogation." Nan's voice spoke out form the rear-mouth. "... Specifically, regarding how you developed your little quirk of habitually whoring yourself out to anyone in your age range with a pair of holes between their legs."
"... Are you, of all people, slut-shaming me!?" Motoyasu pointed out. "I'm a healthy red-blooded human being, unlike you, whose... I don't know what you've become anymore, but it's anything but human!"
"Ha, you called yourself a slut." Nan's voice jeered out. "... But seriously, there's a fine line between being a sexually-active male and a complete manwhore."
"I checked your phone while I was tailing you in Ikebukuro." Futaba stated. "... I stopped counting the number of female names in your call list after reaching triple-digit numbers. How come your penis hasn't broken off yet after that much mileage spent, I'm genuinely afraid to ask."
"We'll get the 'how' later..." Nan's voice pointed out. "... But now, we need to find out the 'why'."
Motoyasu's body then automatically stands up from his ball-chair, slowly walking towards the door leading back to the hallway.
Faintly from a distance, he can hear the sounds of rhythmic squeaking coming from the other rooms adjacent to the same halls outside.
"... Wha-what's going on?" Motoyasu's voice trembled out as his hand reached towards the doorknob. "Wha-What's happening!?"
"Nut up, Moto-chan." Futaba remarked in the utmost seriousness. "... I think we're reaching towards 'that' point."
"Your most, repressed, fucked-up trauma that you kept it bottled up for your whole life." Nan's voice remarked as Motoyasu turned the doorknob slowly. "... And considering that I watched enough of Family Guy and Archer to know what creaking means in another person's house... I'm going to hope that it's a misunderstanding."
The child-self of his opened the door, and walked towards the direction where the squeaking was coming from. As he got closer to the source, faint sounds of human breathing were steadily becoming more and more audible.
"... Why am I... Why is my hand?" Motoyasu shuddered out as he looked at his trembling hand. "... Why is it shaking?"
"Don't you realize it?" Futaba remarked. "... That's fear."
"Like the twink said, nut up, Moto-chan." Nan's voice softly remarked.
The young Motoyasu peeked into the half-open door, and witnessing something horrifying.
"AH! AH! DEEPER!" A woman's voice moaned out from the dimly-lit room, the sounds of the creaking echoing off the chamber's walls. "POUND ME, YOU FUCKING STALLION!"
"W-wait!" A familiar young male's voice remarked mid-huff. "There's someone watchin-mpfh!"
The male voice was forcibly silenced as the creaking and the rocking continued.
"So, Moto-chan..." Futaba spoke out from behind him. "... Like what you're seeing?"
... He recognizes the woman mounting on top of the young college-aged male that was his math tutor, but now with his pants rolled down to his ankles and being throttled on by a woman without any clothing covering any of her body below her waist.
The golden ring around her ring finger, the auburn-reddish hair shagging down her hourglass back, the single emerald earring clipped around her left earlobe, and the single eye, amber-yellow iris staring into Motoyasu's own, all the while, moaning and panting like an animal in heat.
"... Mom?" Motoyasu remarked as the memories of his repressed past came flooding into his mind, all the while, his gaze remained locked onto hers, and his feet planted on the floor he was standing on.
... He can swear that his mom knew that he was there that day, and her eye was locked towards his own right before they rolled back pre-orgasm, as if she was goading him to watch them fuck right in front of him.
"Permission to look closer!" Futaba remarked as she brazenly opened the door, dashed headlong towards the bedstead, turning the lamp on, revealing a familiar-looking face upon illumination.
In hindsight, Motoyasu couldn't recall his mother's face, so it came to an abrupt surprise that his mother's face uncannily resembled Malty's.
... No, not resembled. It was a 1-to-1 replica of her face. Hell, his mom was literally Malty, only with browner hair.
"... Well now, that explains... everything." Futaba remarked as his rear-mouth housing Nan's mannerisms burst out into laughter.
"AHA! AHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! OMIGOD, THIS IS EASILY THE MOST FUCKED UP, AND THE MOST BRILLIANT SHIT I'VE EVER WITNESSED!" Nan's voice hollered out while cackling at the revelation. "Heheheh... OEDIPUS COMPLEX MUCH!? AHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... somebody stop me... ahaha... I'm dying of laughter here! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Stop it..."
An image of his mother walking out the door with her packed bags and scattered divorce papers flashed in his mind.
"Stop it..."
Another image flashes by, this time, a moment where he and his father moving to Ikebukuro to start a new life in a two-room apartment building.
"Stop it..."
Another image, this time, of a display screen with a flatline wired to his father's bed flashed across his mind.
"Stop it..."
"To seek affection in place of your whore of a mother, but just one woman wasn't enough, and so another hundred came and tried to quench your thirst..." Futaba stated venomously. "But in the end... I guess you really, spilled out your guts? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The bellowing laughter echoed in his mind as the sensation of him being stabbed to death in his own home shocked every last nerve in his body.
"STOP IT!" Motoyasu cried out in anguish. "STOP LAUGHING AT MY LIFE LIKE IF ITS SOME KIND OF JOKE!"
Futaba's head turns towards him like an owl's, his dead-looking eyes staring blankly at his own tearstained eyes.
"... How can I stop?" Futaba remarked venomously. "... Like I said, how can not consider your whole life to be a one giant prank?"
Cracks than begin to form across the space that they've inhabited.
"How can I help but laugh..." Nan's voice spoke out from Futaba's rear mouth. "... When all I see is just another instance where I am yet to be proven wrong?"
"... What do you mean, 'proven wrong'?" Motoyasu cried out. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'PROVEN WRONG', DAMMIT!?"
The cracks forming continued to widen, the memories of his past now breaking apart, and revealing a vantablack void with blood-red kanji floating around in it between the widening cracks.
"... The truth is, Motoyasu Kitamura?" Futaba called him by his full name. "I consider myself a scientific person. Despite everything, I truly wish to be proven wrong about my notions. I wish that my misanthropic viewpoint was throughly rebuked, and yet, no matter how hard I try, all I see is failure after failure of human character, which, I understand is indeed hypocritical coming from me, of all people, but after everything I've witnessed and been through, how can I not go insane?"
"LIKE YOU'RE THE ONE TO TALK!" Motoyasu retorted. "YOU DON'T KNOW JACK SHIT!"
Futaba cracks a sly grin across his lips.
"... Would you like me to prove you wrong?" Futaba asked. "Very well, since I showed you yours..."
The ground beneath them cracks open, their feet now only touching the empty vantablack leading towards whatever lied below.
"... I'll show you mine."
The two of them were then hurling down into the void of red lights and haunting chortles and screams.
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes: Funny story, but this Epic was on the verge of being overbloated that I kinda had to split this into two separate chapters. So the next half will be posted in a separate chapter, provided if I don't get swamped with more schoolwork.
The whole Rio being an ex-Laughing Coffin was just a thought I had in mind, since if Ren did end up going to second base with Rio pre-isekai, how... ironic will it be that all this time, he's been kissing the literal devils of SAO-lore? I dunno, just a thought I had in mind.
Also, rest of Motoyasu's past explained, and I connected his little playboy antics to his past of years of emotional and maternal neglect (IRL, that's how it can occur, look at Sylvain from Fire Emblem Three Houses as reference).
So, until then, I'm going to have to break a few promises I made last Epic, and move that towards the next upload. For now, all I can say is that California's on fire, my area felt an earthquake coming from somewhere else near where I live (the epicenter was magnitude 4.8), and everything outside of my home is starting to make me want to remain in quarantine for the rest of my life, and god forbid if Trump gets a third term, for I cannot take this crap anymore. Worst of all, I'm not allowed to vote after my family's registration process still frozen since 2 years ago, so I can't even vote out the orange shitheap in the White House that dares call himself human after everything he's done to this world.
... Also, one of the people I sort of know from church now has breast cancer, and she's a mother of a now-middle schooler. I lost my dad last year in December, and I don't want that happening to anyone I know, because no one deserves a slow and painful death by disease.
Until next time, I guess. Got second year of college to worry about and been listening to a lot of Hotline Miami, Katana Zero, and John Wick OSTs just to calm my nerves.
So, as always, what do you think of this Epic?
How many secrets are there left unveiled within Nan's party?
Why does Motoyasu's mom share Malty's face?
And will Garou's nards be not frozen?
Please leave a comment or a review, for I'd like to know what my audience is thinking.