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Now, with that cleared up, let's continue part 2 of Baron's origin tale.


Topper Liquer ran a modest pawn shop which offered an assortment of odd and unique items for just about anyone. His wares ranged from the rarest of treasures to the most mundane of knick-knacks, and from aged antiques to the latest gadgets, all which were proudly on display. It was like a museum only you could buy the stuff on display.

His business involved the buying, selling and/or trading of such items. Some people came to him to sell old junk they no longer wanted or needed. Other times, they would pawn him an item in exchange for money, promising to buy it back later (although, only a rare few ever came back to buy back their pawned off items. Some of them seemed pretty happy when they got rid of the items they had). And then there were people who came to him, offering to purchase something or to trade him something for an item(s) of equal value.

Topper did not really care much for money as he found the satisfaction of collecting many different things to be the most rewarding and the stuff he had gathered with his business could be considered valuable to interested buyers and collectors.

Then one fateful day, the local museum curator came into his shop and Topper already knew what he was looking for.

"Welcome to my shop. Can I help you?" Topper asked politely.

"How much for that mirror in the window?" the curator asked.

Topper smiled back. Once again, he was right. Just recently, he managed to acquire an antique mirror from the Three Kingdoms Era during a game of cards. Topper had appraised it himself to confirm its authenticity. It was in surprisingly good condition, despite its age, making it a priceless artifact that absolutely belonged in a museum. He had been waiting for someone to come and pick it up, actually.

He also had a good idea of what would happen once the mirror left his shop and could not wait to see what would happen next.


Sangokuden Armored War Gods Saga: End of the Armored War Gods

Co-Written By: Kamen Rider Chrome & Ten-Faced Paladin

Beta Reader/Editor: Busterleader92

Baron-Hen Prelude Part 2: Simmering Heart


It was late at night and a couple was on their way home following a romantic date. They seemed happy, implying that their date went well.

He was walking her back home when they were suddenly accosted by a gang of three punks who started to harass them. These were the aimless and purposeless scum of society who had nothing better to do with their lives. Instead, they did whatever came to mind, no matter how illegal it could be. With no respect for the law, they would assault and rob people on a whim, just because they were bored.

"Hey, baby! Come on! How about you ditch this loser and hang out with us?"

The boy and girl were frightened by the punks as they catcalled the girl while shoving the boy away, challenging him to stand up to them, only to laugh as they knocked him down. They truly enjoyed inflicting cruelty on anybody they deemed as an easy target.

"Somebody, help us!" the girl screamed as one of the punks kicked her boyfriend while he was down and trying to get back up. The two others restrained her while feeling her up, flipping up her skirt to touch her thighs. She struggled in their grip, screaming for help, as they mocked her.

It seemed nobody would come to the couple's aid and nobody would appear to spoil the punks' fun. Of course, at the right moment and if fortune was on one's side, someone would intervene.

"Don't you idiots have anything better to do?" Mitsuki asked in a tone that was a mix of boredom and annoyance. He was on his way home when he came across the scene, holding a plastic bag filled with groceries that he'd bought from a nearby convenience store. It really disgusted him to see these punks harassing people. They were pathetic lowlives in his book.

The leader, not liking the way Mitsuki was talking about him and his gang, approached him while Mitsuki had put down his bag of groceries. Mitsuki stepped up to him, unintimidated until they were nose-to-nose.

"Don't you know who we are?" The lead punk grabbed Mitsuki by the collar threateningly. "We're the lords of these streets!"

Instead of showing fear on his face, Mitsuki just smiled as if he had a good laugh.

"Yeah, sure you are. Lords? All I see are a bunch of punks. You do realize you guys went out of style 20 years ago, right?"

The lead punk became boiling mad after that quip. He shoved Mitsuki back and produced a knife to cut him up. With a yell, he thrust the blade at Mitsuki but he grabbed the lead punk's wrist and gave it a painful twist. Then he nailed him with an uppercut.

WHACK!

The lead punk staggered from the blow before Mitsuki kicked him right in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. He then finished him off by stomping on his face, crushing his nose under his sole.

"Argh! You broke my nose!" the leader screamed while holding his broken nose, rolling on the ground in pain.

The two other punks had been cheering on their boss but went silent when he suddenly went down. Deciding to avenge him and teach Mitsuki a lesson, they released the girl and produced their own weapons. One wore brass knuckles while the other carried a crowbar.

"You son of a bitch! You're gonna pay for that!"

"We'll kill you!"

"Try it!" Mitsuki roared out, challenging them. They rushed at him and went on the attack.

It was a short fight as Mitsuki managed to take the crowbar from its wielder and knock him out with it before using the same weapon on the other one. He took a swing but his opponent ducked before throwing a punch that connected with Mitsuki's face. He was knocked but recovered quickly, landing a chain of strikes before finishing up with a knockout blow to his opponent's skull.

Once Mitsuki made sure that they were all down for the count, he shouldered the crowbar and took out his phone to call the police. He spotted the couple who had not run away since the fight began.

"What are you still doing here?" Mitsuki asked in irritation.

"Thank you," the boy said to Mitsuki who only scowled in response.

"Don't misunderstand me. I didn't do it to save you. I just couldn't stand the sight of them," Mitsuki spat. "Next time, learn how to protect yourself and your girlfriend. There might not be anyone to save you next time."

"Yes, alright," the boy said nervously. "But thanks all the same."

"Now, go home," Mitsuki commanded. The couple did not argue and went quickly on their way, hoping to avoid any more trouble.

Mitsuki scowled as he watched them leave. He really couldn't stand weaklings and cowards who could not stand up for themselves, but at the same time, he could not resist the urge to intervene on their behalf. Doing nothing would've been the coward's path and he was no coward. Then there was his sister's voice in his head, urging him to help the couple when he saw that they were in trouble.

Mitsuki called Chitoge.

"Hey, Gorilla. I got some punks you might need to arrest." He wiped some blood from his lip. During the fight, one of the punks managed to land a lucky shot. The brass knuckles were sure to leave a bruise.

Chitoge arrived to pick up the punks and put them in handcuffs. She also picked up Mitsuki who sat on the passenger side while the three punks were squeezed into the backseat. Mitsuki smirked, enjoying the look of fear, panic, and anger the punks wore on their faces as Chitoge drove them to the police station. When they arrived at the station, the punks were taken to a holding cell while Mitsuki gave his statement.

Now, Mitsuki was sitting in front of Chitoge as she dabbed his bruise with a cotton ball soaked with ointment.

"Not so rough, you damn Gorilla!" Mitsuki hissed.

"Relax, you big baby," Chitoge teased as she continued to treat him. "Just a bit more."

Chitoge Dosan was a police officer who acted as Mitsuki's unofficial guardian and big sister. The first time they met was at the site of the accident where Mitsuki's father had died. Later, when Mitsuki was accused of murder, she suspected that something was amiss so she decided to help clear his name. Despite not being a detective, she investigated the case to find out the truth and managed to gather evidence to prove Mitsuki's innocence while finding the true culprit.

"You can stop. I'm fine now," Mitsuki said as he pushed her hand away.

"Yeah, but I don't want your pretty face to look all black and blue when you go to work tomorrow," Chitoge replied as she checked his bruise. "OK, it should clear up now."

"Yeah, thanks."

"You know, Mitsuki. I was hoping you'd keep out of trouble and not put any more paperwork on my desk."

Mitsuki rolled his eyes in response.

"Yeah, yeah..."

"I mean it. Honestly, what possessed you to beat them up like that?"

"They were about to hurt a couple who were on a date. I wasn't about to ignore something like that."

Chitoge smiled when she heard he had been defending others. Mitsuki might be rough around the edges, but he was a good kid at heart. The couple Mitsuki saved had gone to the police station to report the attempted assault, thus supporting his claim.

"You're lucky you're not locked up in a cell for what you did to them since the couple vouched for you," said Chitoge.

"Kinda wished the wimp could take care of himself and his girl," Mitsuki retorted.

"Well, the strong exists to protect the weak," Chitoge stated.

"Well, the weak should learn to fend for themselves. They can't depend on others every second of their lives," Mitsuki countered.

"Well, maybe you can inspire people like him to become stronger," Chitoge suggested.

Mitsuki cocked an eyebrow at that. Inspire people? Him? He had no time to go out and inspire people or teach people to become strong since he was busy looking out for himself. They should learn to do it themselves. Nobody was going to do it for them.

"So, how have you been doing?" Chitoge asked as she crossed her arms. "Still keeping up with that tough guy act, huh?"

"Who says it's an act?" Mitsuki responded.

Chitoge sighed. It seemed Mitsuki still insisted on pushing people away. At least she was one of the lucky few he allowed to get close to him.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with letting people in. You might have lost your family, but I doubt they would want you to be this way."

"How can you know what they would want?" Mitsuki snapped back.

Chitoge was unfazed. She was used to Mitsuki acting defensive whenever anyone brought up the family he had lost.

"I may not have known them, but I'm sure they'd want you to be happy," Chitoge replied calmly.

Mitsuki rolled his eyes.

Years ago, Mitsuki had lost his mother but he managed to move on with the help of his father and little sister. At the time, he had been very young when Karin came into their lives and the two men did their very best to raise her. Mitsuki learned very early how to take care of his little sister. They were all happy, but like all things in Mitsuki's life, it never lasted long.

He just lost his father not long after losing his little sister and he was all alone now. Losing the last of his family filled him with grief which quickly turned into rage. How could he be happy when he had lost everything that really mattered to him?

After losing his remaining family, Mitsuki just focused on surviving. He was also filled with rage at how unfair the world was. How was it fair for him to lose everything while those rich corporate fat cats got everything they wanted and got away with everything they did by throwing money around? His dad was passed over for a promotion he deserved. Instead, someone else got it because they were related to the CEO.

Damn nepotism.

He needed a way to vent, to take his anger out on something or someone and so he joined Saito's Nega Gang. It was satisfying at first as Saito hated those rich corporate assholes too. Eventually, Mitsuki realized how pointless and redundant it was beating up those people just for fun. It made him as bad as the thugs he despised so he left the gang and started to wonder what the point of living was.

He really had nothing to live for. In fact, his home stopped being a home since he was all alone. Still, he made due with his life and coped with his losses the best he could. His family was gone but his life needed to go on. He could not dwell on grief. He was a survivor so he must live for the ones he had lost.

Mitsuki was living off his parents' life insurance money. It was enough to cover his monthly rent and bills, but it was finite and would eventually run out of funds. His mom's family would never lift a finger to help or give him a single yen. Good, he would not accept any help from them. He hated them since they disowned his mom for marrying his dad just because he was not of the same wealthy status as them.

Luckily, Mitsuki had found a good job at Zeroni's flower shop. Even minimum wage would do if it allowed him to survive. He was not about to accept any handouts or charity. He would earn the money himself. His father had taught him the value of hard work and he still believed it. His dad might've been screwed over, but that didn't mean Mitsuki was going to let it happen to himself.

Mitsuki coped with his losses the best he could, but he just wished he could have his family back.


Sometimes, during her days off, Chitoge would call Mitsuki to ask if he ever wanted to hang out. It was usually after school or after he finished his shift at Zeroni's shop. Chitoge actually came by once to see how he was doing. It surprised her to see him working in a flower shop. It really did not seem like the kind of work he would do or enjoy due to his personality, but he seemed to be managing quite well. His employer had nothing but good things to say about him. Of course, he did get annoyed with customers, but he reined in his temper for Zeroni's sake.

Whenever they hung out together, Chitoge and Mitsuki would often play chess. Besides playing the guitar, he was very good at the game. He told her his mother had taught him the game before she died. Each time they played, Mitsuki would always win. This prompted Chitoge to practice so she could one day beat him. However, that day never came, but that did not stop her from trying.

During their game, they made small talk.

"So, you used to play guitar, huh?" Chitoge asked as she played chess with Mitsuki.

"Yeah, I did."

"So, why'd you stop?"

"I wanted to play for my sister. She wanted to be a singer, but then..."

Chitoge realized this was a sore subject for Mitsuki and apologized.

"I see...I'm sorry, Mitsuki."

Mitsuki sighed. He had stopped grieving for a while now. Karin and his father were not coming back, but he was not going to mope about it anymore.

"Don't be. She at least died in peace. But I stopped playing afterward."

"Have you ever thought of picking it back up again, someday?" Chitoge asked.

"I can't. I smashed it to pieces," Mitsuki answered.

Chitoge frowned sadly.

"That's a damn shame. I'd love to hear you play someday."

"Keep wishing, Gorilla. Oh, and checkmate."


It was the lunch period at his school and Mitsuki was on the roof taking a nap. He lay flat on the floor resting with his hands behind his head. A curry bun packet was tucked into his shirt pocket after he'd finished his lunch. He might miss next period, but he really didn't care much for school when there were more important things in life.

As he was trying to take his nap, a nearby commotion woke him up and caught his attention. He sat up and saw three boys, underclassmen, dragging another boy onto the rooftop. The three boys seemed to be bullying the smaller boy, dragging him by his shirt and shoving him around.

Mitsuki watched for a moment as the bullies harassed the smaller boy. He looked so scared, unable to fight back.

Mitsuki hated weaklings who let people walk all over them, but he also hated weaklings who bullied those weaker than them. The bullies were weak and wanted to feel strong by picking on someone weaker than them.

Karin would definitely not approve of such treatment.

Getting up to his feet and sliding his hands into his pants pockets, Mitsuki approached the commotion. One of the underclassmen saw Mitsuki and recognized him.

"Hey, Akechi-sempai!" Bully #1 smiled. "You want in on this action?"

"Sure."

Mitsuki drew his hands out of his pockets then suddenly socked Bully #1 right in the mouth. He knocked out some teeth as the underclassman fell to the ground. Bully #2 and Bully #3 let go of their bully victim in shock as Mitsuki turned to glare at them.

"I'm trying to take a nap here and you're making too much noise," Mitsuki growled. Bully #2 and Bully #3 fled for the roof exit, leaving their friend behind.

Mitsuki turned his gaze to the student he had just saved. He was small, scrawny, and he did not look at all athletic or tough. He also looked meek, the perfect target for bullying.

"Thanks...sempai."

Mitsuki looked him in the eye and said, "If you want to survive in this world, you shouldn't let trash like them walk all over you."

"But..."

"No buts!" Mitsuki cut the student off and then looked at Bully #1 who was on the floor. "Look at him. He's weak. The only reason he bullies you is because he believes you're weak. Show him that you're not weak."

The student looked down at his tormentor. For months he'd been bullied, unable to do anything but take it. Nobody came to his help. Just thinking about their harassment all this time made him angry. Driven by Mitsuki's words, he clenched his fists.

The bully was recovering as he held his bleeding mouth. He saw his victim looking down at him with angry eyes. Then, his victim landed a swift kick to his face. It was not really that strong, but it was strong enough to cause pain as the bully's mouth was still injured. He let out a wail of pain which increased in volume as his victim continued to kick and stomp on him.

Mitsuki watched with his arms crossed and a proud smirk. The boy would no longer be victimized. He would show everyone that he was not weak.

You were only as weak and powerless as you believe yourself to be.


Mitsuki sat in the passenger side seat as Chitoge drove him from school. The female police officer had been called to speak to the Headmaster about Mitsuki.

"Can't help but get into fights, can you?" Chitoge asked. She did not sound angry. She just sounded like she was trying to make conversation.

"They pissed me off," Mitsuki answered, arms crossed with a sour look on his face.

"And so you kicked their asses."

"No, I punched one in the face and the other two ran like bitches," Mitsuki corrected.

"Yeah, that's what the other kid said after he admitted to kicking the other kid while he was down," Chitoge replied. "You talked him into it, didn't you?"

"He needed to stand up for himself. What, are you gonna start yelling?"

"No, because I know that it won't do either of us any good. It'll just leave both of us upset. Mitsuki, I know you're not a bad kid. You've just been dealt a bad hand in life. I just hate to see you waste your life."

"Why should you care?" Mitsuki frowned.

"I care because I see a good kid with potential and I hate to see him squander it. Look, I get it. The world can be an unfair and unforgiving place, so you can either choose to accept it or fight back. You chose the latter. You've got a fire in you, a passion that burns brightly, and I hate to see it snuffed out."

"What do you suggest I do?"

"You're fighting to survive. I think, perhaps, you should find something you care about and fight to protect it."

"There's nothing I care about, not anymore."

"That doesn't mean there's nobody who cares about you. Your family might be gone, but would they want this for you? Would they want you to be angry all the time?"

Mitsuki would've snapped at Chitoge. She did not know him or his family, and yet here she was poking her nose into his business, daring to lecture him. But, she was one of the few people he respected and he did enjoy her company. So, he considered her words.

Would his family want him to be this way? To be angry at the world? After he lost his family, he just lived for the sake of survival, but was that truly living?

What about happiness?

What about friendship?

What about love?

"How about, tonight, I take you out for dinner? Then, maybe we can talk about you finding a more positive and less painful outlet for your anger. How's that? Sound good?" Chitoge offered.

"As long as you're not sending me to anger management sessions."

"We know how well that worked. But maybe some counseling could do you some good."

"I'll think about it, but dinner sounds good."

Mitsuki would not accept charity, but if someone was offering him a free meal, who was he to decline?

While Mitsuki appreciated Chitoge's compassion, he would not let it rub off on him. He could not afford to go soft. He would become a prime target for the vultures if he showed any signs of weakness.

But Chitoge became someone important to him. She could never replace his family, but somehow she had wormed her way into his heart. She was like the big sister he never had.

She was never legally his guardian, but she tried her best to look out for him.

At least Mitsuki did not feel so alone anymore.


As promised, Chitoge picked Mitsuki up for dinner. He got in her car and she drove them to their destination.

"So, where will we be eating?" Mitsuki asked.

"Oh, it's this nice little Chinese restaurant. The food's good and inexpensive, plus it has a pretty good atmosphere," Chitoge answered.

Mitsuki considered her assessment. He had never been to a Chinese restaurant before, but Chitoge was good at picking places to eat. Her recommendations were never wrong.

Chitoge pulled her car over to the side of the road in front of the restaurant. They both got out of the car and went inside. Once they entered, they were greeted by a boy Mitsuki's age with silver eyes.

"Welcome to the Golden Dragon," the young man greeted them. "Table for two?"

"Yeah, table for two," Chitoge confirmed.

"Alright. Here, follow me."

The young man led them over to an empty table with two seats. He then handed them their menus.

"Please call me once you're ready to order," the silver-eyed boy said.

"Hey, Nagata! The orders for Table 4 are done!" a blonde woman called out to the silver-eyed boy from the kitchen.

"OK, Mom! I'm coming!" the silver-eyed boy answered before he addressed Mitsuki and Chitoge. "I'll be back to take your orders." The silver-eyed boy bowed before he went to pick up the orders.

"So, do you want to start with dumplings?" Chitoge asked as she scanned the menu.

Mitsuki looked at the menu. He was in the mood for fried noodles. He hoped he could get some that were spicy.

The two enjoyed a pleasant evening with delicious food. It was nice.


Mitsuki rode on the bus which was en route to the museum. It was a class field trip for history class, which was mandatory for all students to participate. He would've called in sick and made excuses to avoid it, but that was the coward's way out. And Chitoge would probably drag him by the ear to participate anyway. She didn't want him to waste his education. She insisted that he still had a chance to make something of himself if he stayed in school. He did owe her, so he might as well endure this whole thing.

However, Mitsuki was actually looking forward to this field trip when he learned that the museum had gotten a collection of rare artifacts from China that dated back all the way to the Age of the Three Kingdoms. While Mitsuki was not a history buff, he knew a bit about that era.

It predated Japan's feudal era by many centuries. Back then, the nation of China was not yet united. True to the name, it was divided and during the struggle, three kingdoms rose to power.

There was Wei that was ruled by Cao Cao, Wu ruled by Sun Ce and later his brother Sun Quan, and finally Shu that was ruled by Liu Bei. Among the three kingdoms, he admired Cao Cao of Cao Wei. While regularly depicted as a cruel and merciless tyrant, Cao Cao was also known as a brilliant ruler and a cunning military strategist who treated his subordinates like family. His campaign secured the most territory, taking the most prosperous cities under his banner. Even if it meant civil war when he was opposed by Liu Bei and Sun Quan, Cao Cao never backed down or gave up on his ambition.

Mitsuki's musing paused as the bus pulled over in front of the museum.

"Alright, we're here! Now everyone, please get off in an orderly fashion. Single file," their history teacher instructed. As their chaperone, it was his responsibility to make sure the students would behave themselves at the museum.

Mitsuki quietly followed their teacher's instruction, looking bored and uninterested. Yet, deep down, he was excited to see the Three Kingdoms exhibit. It would be interesting with all those ancient artifacts and weapons on display. But what he would really like was to hold those weapons in his hands himself.

When Mitsuki entered with his classmates, he spotted students from different schools milling about, admiring the exhibits. Their teacher each gave them a sheet to be filled out about their time in the museum and what they learned on the field trip. Soon, his classmates began forming groups that went their separate ways. Mitsuki did not get into any group, which suited him just fine.

"Alright, now where's the Cao Cao exhibit?" Mitsuki murmured as he began to wander around the museum. A student in a white uniform bumped against his shoulder. "Hey, watch it!" The student ignored Mitsuki and continued on his way. "Asshole."


Saji Genpou grumbled as he entered the museum. He was not happy.

"Damn you, Ukitsu. Where did you send me?"

It was a strange world with horseless carriages and buildings too tall and huge to be natural. There were people talking into boxes and windows with moving pictures.

What kind of crazy world did he end up in?

Saji decided to ignore the strangeness of this world to focus on the task at hand. He was here on a mission. Ukitsu said that the Imperial Jade Mirror was here.

Why was he doing all this?

Why go so far for a mirror?

Because of Fate.

He was the most talented in his order, a natural-born genius that appeared in only once a century. He was superior to all the other members so he should be a shoe-in to succeed the master. Yet, Fate was not kind to him. He did not become the master's successor. Instead, another, more inferior, undeserving person was elected as the master's successor.

It was unfair! Saji worked and studied hard! He was the best at martial arts and the most talented in ki manipulation! He learned all the special techniques in the shortest amount of time! Yet, not only was he deemed unworthy to become the master's successor, they decided he must be banished!

So he studied forbidden knowledge. He only did so to improve himself. He needed to be the best so he took a risk.

Was it any surprise that he killed them all in revenge?

He learned a horrible truth that day. They were all just Fate's puppets who had no choice but to dance to its tune. Some people could work their whole lives and still would not get what they deserve, but others less deserving ones got everything served to them on a silver platter.

Fate was unfair, but Ukitsu showed him that he didn't have to become Fate's whipping boy. Now Saji had a chance to change his fate. He would no longer be Fate's puppet.

Once he found the mirror, he could have all his wishes granted.

Saji could not go wearing his usual clothes, he would draw unwanted attention. So Ukitsu conjured his current outfit based on his viewings of this world. It was meant as a disguise to help him blend in. Ukitsu also gave him directions to the museum.

Saji checked his pockets to count the amount of money he had. Earlier, he had been accosted by a bunch of thugs after he stepped out of an alley following his arrival. They claimed he was trespassing on their territory and he needed to pay the access toll.

Saji, unfortunately, did not have the local currency so they quickly resorted to violence. Now, this behavior Saji was familiar with. They were like bandits so Saji dealt with them like he would do to the bandits of his time.

None of them survived.

He left their bodies to cool after searching their pockets for money. He found coins which he believed to be money and also sheets of rectangular paper. He was not sure if they had value, but the thugs were carrying them around so they could be this world's form of currency. He could see precious metals and gems having value, but paper? This was a strange world.

He then went in search of this place called a museum. After paying for entry with the money he had liberated, Saji went in search of his treasure. How hard could it be to find a mirror made of jade?

When he entered the exhibit for the Three Kingdoms artifacts, he froze. He saw effigies of warlords and generals on display, wearing their combat garments. Objects of that era were also on display in glass cases. The weapons of the many heroes of his time were being gawked at.

His eyes narrowed as he ignored them. He was in search of the Imperial Jade Mirror which he easily found displayed with the Emperor's treasures.

He walked past someone, rudely bumping into his shoulder. The treasure was within his sights and the only thing standing in his way was a fragile sheet of glass.

It was time to claim it.

And soon his greatest desire would come true.


The sound of glass shattering was heard before the alarms blared.

"STOP! THIEF!"

Mitsuki did not know who yelled, nor did he care. Someone was trying to make off with a priceless artifact. The security guards tried to stop him, but the thief easily subdued them with his martial arts skills. He took them down with a flurry of punches and kicks, knocking them out.

Not one to ignore such a thing, mainly because of Chitoge's influence, Mitsuki gave chase. He was joined by students from other schools and two others who seemed to be dressed casually. Being athletic, Mitsuki managed to cross the distance and reach the thief.

Mitsuki jumped, grabbing the thief by the waist. They both toppled over to the floor as the jade mirror went flying from the thief's hands.

"NO!" the thief shouted as he dropped the jade mirror. The mirror fell onto the floor and the glass shattered into a thousand pieces. "YOU FOOL! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE!?"

All of a sudden, the glass shards of the mirror glowed and a blinding light enveloped the entire museum. There were cries of surprise as the light engulfed them all and Mitsuki wondered what would happen next.

"MON DIEU!"

"WHAT'S HAPPENING!?"

"BRO, I CAN'T SEE!"

"KENSHIN, WHAT'S GOING ON!?"

Mitsuki saw something in the bright light as it spiraled around him, as a strong wind seemed to lift him off the floor and pull him forward.

And then he saw nothing but darkness.


KRC: This second prelude tells how Mitsuki is living after losing his family. It seems he was doing alright and had some bad influences and later a good influence. Officer Chitoge made the right decision to take Mitsuki under her wing and it seemed that she managed to influence him. Also, his sister's voice is like his conscience. Well, we see how the ARMORED WAR GODS ended up in the Three Kingdoms Era, but what exactly happened right after this for Mitsuki? Well, that's when we'll have one last prelude to finish this up before we head into the main arc.

Also, stop telling me to be mad at Fenikkusumaru. We've talked, it's done, so please stop harassing him and stop telling me to be mad at him. That issue has been resolved. He was just joking and I have no sore feelings about it. Now, let's focus on the story.