Prologue
?: "I will never forgive you... Namaari!"
?: "This is our battle against us... Raya!"
A moments ago...
-Coalition Army Main Castle-
?: "It's a good moon."
Me: "An ill omen."
?: "What?"
The Young Dragon of Benevolence
Zhao Yun a.k.a Zhao Zilong
Zilong: "How is it an ill omen? The rain has cleared, and the moon is beautiful."
Me: "That is the problem. There is not a cloud in the starry sky. The temperature will drop tonight."
Zilong: "..."
Me: "And with no wind, fog is likely to appear. All the more so after a rainfall. The same will apply a fused world at our world for the next few days. Visibility will be poor."
Zilong: "...And that will cause us problems moving our troops. Unnecessary losses will encountered."
Me: "Precisely. This great battle against the Zinyak will require great care."
Zilong: "..."
Me: "...You mean to say thay you thought I'd be nervous before my first battle, and instead I'm as dry and calculating as usual."
Zilong: "Pretty much. I was all prepared to encourage you, keep your spirits up. It looks like I wasted my kindness on you."
Me: "My apologies, Master Zhao Yun."
Zilong: "But that is who you are. And that is why Lord Liu Bei places great faith in you, warrior. And it is also which I rely on you as a friend."
Me: "You honor me, Master Zhao Yun."
Zilong: "I would have preferred to face my first battle alongside you..."
Me: "I am sure our time will come soon."
Zilong: "Yes. May fortune favor you, warrior. Keep our friends safe."
Me: "Of course. I will make sure this moon is an ill omen only for the Zinyak."
Messenger: "I bring news!"
Zilong: "Hm...?"
-End Of Prologue-