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Prologue: Sayonara
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A/N: Here it is! You'll be glad to know it short. Hope you'll all like this better than the last two.
Disclaimer: Minekura Kazuya doesn't own this fic! :p
By: Yamamoto Kou
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Almost a hundred years after the gods thought they had won and after Gyakuman has disappeared...
A stranger walked up to the burning wreck that's close to the border of grey. Circuits were exploding inside the GT-46W, a modal out of many other war machines. It did not exist this side of the world so it could have been from that side.
The GT-46W is a humanoid robot that is made for both close and distant combat. In perfect condition, it is a work to be marvelled at. With its gleaming armour and simple yet complex controls. During battle it will overwhelm its opponents with its highly advanced and destructive weapons. That is if in the control of a good operator or otherwise known as its rider.
The rider of this specific modal is laying facedown on the ground a metre in front of it. He isn't just unconscious. He's also badly bruised with several cuts on his body. He probably has one of his ribs broken. At least he was still breathing.
The stranger carefully turned him around to have a better look at him. The rider has a mass of brown, messy hair and looks quiet young. There are a few trickles of blood on the side of his mouth. He's wearing a black turtleneck with no sleeves, a blue jacket, black pants and black combat boots to match. Around his head was an odd platinum band and around his neck is a silver tag. The stranger picked up the tag and turned it around. Then he read the name aloud.
Stranger: Son Goku...
The stranger slung Goku over his shoulder, taking extra care since he has now confirmed that Goku has a broken rib. He started walking in the other direction, away from the other side of the world. Before the charred wreck disappeared into the distance, the stranger whispered two words under his breath.
Stranger: Sayonara, Hikari no Arataka.
Just then the wind blew, as if to bring these words over to the wreck. After a few years, the GT-46W will disappear from the face of existence. The wind also billowed the stranger's cape as he made his way back with a heavy load on one of his shoulders.
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AFN: Ne, ne. Tell me if you liked it or not ok? I've got a holiday and I'm doing as much as I can. :)
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Prologue: Sayonara
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A/N: Here it is! You'll be glad to know it short. Hope you'll all like this better than the last two.
Disclaimer: Minekura Kazuya doesn't own this fic! :p
By: Yamamoto Kou
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Almost a hundred years after the gods thought they had won and after Gyakuman has disappeared...
A stranger walked up to the burning wreck that's close to the border of grey. Circuits were exploding inside the GT-46W, a modal out of many other war machines. It did not exist this side of the world so it could have been from that side.
The GT-46W is a humanoid robot that is made for both close and distant combat. In perfect condition, it is a work to be marvelled at. With its gleaming armour and simple yet complex controls. During battle it will overwhelm its opponents with its highly advanced and destructive weapons. That is if in the control of a good operator or otherwise known as its rider.
The rider of this specific modal is laying facedown on the ground a metre in front of it. He isn't just unconscious. He's also badly bruised with several cuts on his body. He probably has one of his ribs broken. At least he was still breathing.
The stranger carefully turned him around to have a better look at him. The rider has a mass of brown, messy hair and looks quiet young. There are a few trickles of blood on the side of his mouth. He's wearing a black turtleneck with no sleeves, a blue jacket, black pants and black combat boots to match. Around his head was an odd platinum band and around his neck is a silver tag. The stranger picked up the tag and turned it around. Then he read the name aloud.
Stranger: Son Goku...
The stranger slung Goku over his shoulder, taking extra care since he has now confirmed that Goku has a broken rib. He started walking in the other direction, away from the other side of the world. Before the charred wreck disappeared into the distance, the stranger whispered two words under his breath.
Stranger: Sayonara, Hikari no Arataka.
Just then the wind blew, as if to bring these words over to the wreck. After a few years, the GT-46W will disappear from the face of existence. The wind also billowed the stranger's cape as he made his way back with a heavy load on one of his shoulders.
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AFN: Ne, ne. Tell me if you liked it or not ok? I've got a holiday and I'm doing as much as I can. :)
