I don't own Sailor Moon. The original characters and story all belong to Naoko Takeuchi.
One of the new characters, Michi Noketsuna, is borrowed from… elsewhere. Regards to Bob Charette for this awesome character as well as the tragic figure of Minobu Tetsuhara that serves as inspiration for my Minobu. The novels I referenced for some of the haikus were Wolves on the Border, Heir to the Dragon, and Wolf Pack. Eiji Fuchida, Raylic Sainze, and Gerald Akuma are my own creations.
This is just something that I felt would be pretty fun to write. Senshi/general pairings, but with a bit of a twist.
Beryl didn't turn all of Endymion's generals the first time round. Four died at her hands when they were unwilling to break and betray their oaths. Several millennia later, they had finally returned. But they are different from the Inner Shitennou, and are far more than they once were. Will they remember their lost loves?
Weapon in scabbard,
Spring dawning to winter's chill,
Drawn out when needed.
Crystal Tokyo
"Where could he be?" Michiru paced worriedly in the briefing room that the Senshi use in the royal palace. "He could be wounded, or bleeding, or…"
"Relax!" Haruka said sternly, "A big boy like him can take care of himself. Besides, we have other matters to worry about. There's the matter of the invasion."
Almost immediately after the Senshi had arrived back in Crystal Tokyo to mop up the last of the depleted youma army, their orbital sensors had reported of a massive fleet entering the Solar System. Even worse was that several portals had appeared on Earth itself, and youma were pouring through the portals, wrecking havoc everywhere they went. Militias all over the world were hard pressed by the new enemy, and the previous reliance on the Senshi to protect them had left many areas severely under-protected when pressed by a cunning enemy.
The worse part of it was that they still did not know who their new opponents are. There had been no further contact with enemy commanders since Garz, and the rest were all brainless youma fodder, powerful enough to just run amuck and destroy whatever they saw, but not smart enough to give out any information on who they were working for.
The other Senshi had been deployed to take care of the youma infestations, while Michiru and Haruka recuperated from their severe wounds, as well as stay at the palace to defend their King and Queen. Serenity had been frightened quite badly by the battle, and her closest defenders and friends were determined that no harm came to her during her pregnancy.
After skirmishing all over the world for the past few weeks, the Senshi and Shitennou have finally had a slight respite, a chance to get together and compare notes, as well as hash out a strategy to deal with the problem.
Michiru and Haruka had arrived early, and were now awaiting the others. Jupiter and Nephrite were the next warriors to enter the room, haggard from the constant fighting. They leaned on each other as they walked in though the door, clearly tired. As they continued to wait, Michiru watched with some jealousy as she saw Makoto and Nephrite exchange kisses, the show of affection somehow driving away their own exhaustion.
When will I get somebody like that? When will I meet the other half of my soul? Michiru thought. She had assumed it was to be Minobu, but after the events of the battle, she had realised that she did not know him at all. How could you love somebody you did not know?
She had remembered some memories from the Silver Millennium of her relationship with Magnetite, but those had been extremely vague. He seemed like an intangible presence to her, something she could see but just could not grasp.
Next to enter were Pluto and Saturn. Setsuna looked extremely troubled as she took a seat, while Hotaru looked imperturbable, even when Ami and Zoisite staggered in, almost as though they were going to fall over. Michiru went immediately to their aid, only to be waved off by Ami.
"We're just tired, that's all," said the blue haired Senshi, "We haven't had a good sleep for several days now, fighting off the youma."
"And trying to find out just who the enemy is," Zoisite added with a sigh. "So far, nothing."
"Don't worry, we'll find out sooner or later," Makoto said with conviction in her voice. She slammed a fist into a palm, leaving no doubt that the attitude that made her one of the best Senshi fighters was still there. "And then we'll make them regret the day they decided to mess with us."
"Make who regret?" Rei asked as she came in with Jadeite.
"Dear, I think Makoto-chan means whoever is behind the attacks," Jadeite said with a tired grin. "I think the rest of us would agree that whoever was responsible would pay dearly for hurting the people of Earth."
"And they will be punished," King Endymion stated firmly as he came into the meeting room with Queen Serenity. Minako and Kunzite trailed behind them, both of them keeping a wary eye on Usagi and her obvious discomfort.
Nephrite exclaimed, "My king, you should be resting!" The Shitennou fairly leapt to his feet. "You're still recovering…"
Endymion smiled reassuringly at his friend, "I heal quickly, and the power of the Golden Crystal helps. We do need everybody here." He looked around, "Where is Magnetite? I thought he should be here?"
"We couldn't find him." Haruka spoke first, apologetically. "He left the hospital without informing anybody. Not even the staff saw him leave."
Endymion shook his head slowly, "We need his power, and his skill. Michiru, why did he leave?"
"I don't know. I think," she hesitated, "he hasn't recovered his memories of the past yet."
"But that sort of power should mean that his power has awakened, and he should have some memory of Mamoru-san," said Ami, "After all, that is what happened to the Senshi." The Inner Senshi nodded in agreement, recalling what had happened in the past.
"Maybe the spell the Queen used back in the Silver Millennium only worked on the Senshi, and not the generals?" Hotaru mentioned, using one hand to brush back a wisp of hair back behind her ears. "Kunzite-san and the others were imprisoned with Beryl for centuries too before they were brought back when Beryl was defeated, and the Second Shitennou were all killed. Their circumstances were quite different from ours."
"That's the least of our problems," Minako rapped the table lightly. As the leader of Queen Serenity's guard, she was the de facto commanding general of the world's forces, along with her husband Kunzite. "I'm very sorry, Michiru, but Magnetite would have to wait. We have more pressing problems."
"Yes," Kunzite agreed, pressing a button on the table, which activated a screen on the wall. A map of the world appeared on the screen, with silver and black dots on it. Silver for their forces, black for the youma. "Our forces are spread thin, trying to anticipate attacks from the enemy."
"And we still don't know anything about them, while they seem to know all about us." Serenity grimaced, "Setsuna-chan, do you have any information on them?"
The Senshi of Time shook her head. "No. Every time I tried to look into the future or the past, there was no image." She shivered visibly, "I think, I fear, the Time Gates have lost their power."
The room's occupants all sat in shocked silence.
In a deserted alley of Crystal Tokyo, there was an old bridge, left from the old city. The place was dirty and dark, filled with rubbish and other trash. The police rarely came down to this area, and even the city's cleaners stayed clear of it. There were rumours of ghosts and monsters in the area.
Which was not true. There was only an old man living under the bridge. But even old men could be more deadly than monsters.
Minobu Tetsuhara was not surprised by the sight of several decapitated and decayed youma when he walked towards the underside of the bridge, old newspapers wrapping around his boots and then blown away by the wind. Many of those papers were stained with greenish youma ichor.
Strangely, the place did not stink, despite the presence of heaps of old electronic equipment and other flotsam, and despite the dead youma. Minobu knew that the man who lived under the bridge would tinker around with the trash, picking out useful stuff, and selling them on the street to passer-bys. The old man earned little, but he spent little as well. A frugal existence, but one that he seemed content with.
Minobu had gone back to the wreckage of his home after he had sneaked out of the hospital, and changed into normal street clothes. He certainly wasn't going to go around in a hospital shift! He had also taken all his prized possessions. His erhu, all his money, a small wooden box, and a bag stuffed with the box and some clothes. There was nothing else that he needed.
The samurai still didn't understand what was going on. He needed time to sort out his scattered memories, to understand what he had to do next. And he needed somebody who would listen to him, and give him advice. He did not want to turn to Michiru, as seeing her only made him more confused. That left him with only a very small and select group of, well, they weren't exactly his friends, but they would understand.
Eiji Fuchida wasn't in town, Minobu had found out when he had gone to the underground casino where Eiji hung out most of the time when he was in Crystal Tokyo. A flunky had told him Eiji was in the former United States. Gerald Akuma was somewhere in Europe with his dojo. And Minobu had no idea where the obsessive and half insane swordsman Raylic Sainze was. That left Michi Noketsuna. Minobu shivered slightly, wondering what the gritty old samurai might have to say.
He paused just before the underpass of the bridge, which was blocked with several old salvaged curtains that served to seal off Michi's makeshift home. Minobu steeled himself before entering. Michi Noketsuna was known to send young children running in tears at the sight of him.
"Are you going to stand out there all day long, or do I have to drag you in?" Michi barked out from behind the curtain. Minobu blinked. He should have known that Michi would sense his presence. He pushed past the curtains, and walked in.
Noketsuna was even more ancient than the last time Minobu had seen him, his once black hair faded to white. He walked with a stoop and a limp, caused by numerous injuries during the long course of a life full of conflict. His muscles, while shrivelled from the peak of his youth, were still quite sturdy for a man of his age.
The most striking feature he had was the dead white orb in his left eye socket, which caused many men unable to meet his piercing gaze for more than a moment. It was the same left eye which scared young children, which was why Michi wore an eye-patch over it when going out. The scuttlebutt Minobu had heard when he was still young was that Michi, like the old Norse god Wotan, had sacrificed his eye for wisdom.
Minobu knew better now. Michi had sacrificed his eye for vengeance.
The old man was seated before a table, eating from a bowl of rice before him with a pair of chopsticks. There were no other dishes save for a tiny jar of dried fish and a steaming cup of tea made by stirring some tea leaves with some boiling water. Michi looked up at Minobu, and Minobu tried to suppress the pity he felt for this great warrior, who had once commanded entire armies.
The rest of the space was filled with a small cot and several ramshackle chairs. An old gas stove that looked to be older than Minobu took up a dark corner, while a pot of cooked rice laid nearby. The rice looked to be from yesterday. Some tools were scattered on a small cardboard box that served as a workbench. Minobu clamped down hard on his mouth, forcing himself to stay silent. His eyes gave him away.
"Save your pity for somebody who deserves it," Michi snapped, knowing what his former subordinate was thinking. "Now, tell me about your problem."
"How did you know I have a problem?"
Michi put down his food, and laughed harshly, "Your ki is restless, and your emotions are being held back as though by a dam. And you have never come to me except when you are troubled."
"Touché." Minobu admitted. "I just need, well, somebody to listen to me."
"Proceed." Michi said, pouring a cup of tea for Minobu as Tetsuhara began to tell his tale.
He talked for almost an hour, starting from the day when he had met Michiru, the day when the nightmares had begun. He saw Michi narrow his eyes at his description of his first dream, the memory of the seppuku ceremony. Then polite interest as he described the rest of his dreams, the bits he could remember. Then Michi listened intently to the account of the battle in Crystal Tokyo.
Minobu ended his tale, "After I got back to my apartment, I came here." He looked at Michi, as though expecting an answer.
"Did you expect me to wave my hands, say a few words of wisdom, and solve all your problems?" Michi said sarcastically. "Did you even think there was a problem in the first place?"
"I remember everything, but I swore another oath…"
"Which was eventually rendered null and void," Michi reminded him, "And for good reason."
"I did my job. I never refused an order. Not even when it might have cost me my life. Hell, I lost count of the suicide missions I've done."
"Irrelevant. The Coordinator had his reasons for voiding your oath. You are free to swear your loyalty to this King Endymion."
"What manner of samurai am I if I give away my loyalty so easily?" Minobu demanded. "Is the price of my honour that cheap? I thought loyalty, once given, is not to be given away so easily!"
Michi turned his left eye orb on Minobu, "Does it matter?" The orb seemed to reflect cold deadly light back at Minobu as Michi continued, "Only you know your own worth. It's not something decided by the fickle judgement of others."
"But…"
"The time for war has come. What," he stared at Minobu, "will you do? Weigh the odds, Minobu-san. The soldiers of this world require leadership. Their current leaders are strong, but still untested in real battle. You, on the other hand, have faced true hell."
"And paid the price for it." Minobu said bitterly.
Michi nodded in agreement, "And paid the price. That education was hard earned. You owe it to the warriors who have died to honour their sacrifice."
"But I don't need to swear my allegiance to King Endymion."
"Perhaps not, but it'll be a source of disharmony, a festering unease that may prove fatal." Michi started eating again, "I've said far too much. The decision is yours. Follow your heart. No matter which path you take, you will abandon some of your honour in the course of fulfilling your honour. This is the lot of samurai. It took me years to know that."
"I don't understand." Minobu was about to ask for more when he sensed several sources of power approaching. His pulse quickened as he identified those sources. Michiru! Why are you here now?
Michi smiled, "As you were taking your sweet time to walk here, I took the opportunity to call the Royal Palace. I left a message for the guards, which I expect to be sent up the chain of command."
Minobu thought about running off, but the other side was sealed with several pieces of cardboard to keep out the cold wind, and he really hated to wreck Michi's flimsy shelter. He resigned himself, and sat back down.
Uranus pushed open the flap first, staring around the small room with some disgust before walking in. Neptune and King Endymion were the next to walk in. They were all dressed in their uniforms, and the white of the Senshi's fukus was a startling contrast to the grimy and blackened surroundings.
Michiru spotted Minobu as soon as she had entered, and she went immediately to him. She grasped his hands as she sat beside him, her eyes imploring him. For what? Minobu kept all expression off his face. What was there for him to say? That he had lied to her? For so long?
"Welcome, Your Majesty," Michi stood and bowed formally to Endymion, his bow deep and low as befit greeting a lord of the land. "I apologise for my clothes and my pathetic home. Please make yourself at home." Minobu couldn't tell if Michi was being deliberately sarcastic or truly sincere.
Endymion was clearly not expecting this sort of greeting, and he stared at Michi for a while before Minobu spoke up.
"Your Highness, this is Michi Noketsuna. Michi, King Endymion, Lady Neptune, and Lady Uranus."
Michi appraised Michiru and Haruka carefully, and Minobu thought Michi looked as though he was sizing up Michiru, rather like the parents of some of his subordinates during matchmaking sessions he had the misfortune to attend, as was his duty as their commanding officer, all the more to provide a good reference for the brides and grooms to be.
It made him feel even more uneasy.
Endymion did not waste time, immediately asking Minobu, "General Magnetite, I remind you of your oath to me, made in eons past. Will you renew that oath, and serve me in this age of conflict, and beyond?"
Well, that was the sticker, wasn't it? The very problem he wanted to avoid. If he became Magnetite, he would be abandoning everything he had ever been. Or would he?
He looked at Michi, and understanding came to him. Either way, he would have to abandon an oath. And right now, Endymion needed his strength. Michiru needed his help. This world needed whatever he could offer. The future and its problems down the path could wait. He'd deal with the consequences when they come. Right now, nothing else mattered except serving this man in royal garb who he remembered from his dreams.
Minobu knelt before Endymion, his daisho materialising by his side, and said solemnly, "I am Minobu Tetsuhara, and I pledge all that I am and possess in your service, to defend you and yours no matter the odds. This I swear, on pain of death."
He raised his katana towards Endymion, who took the katana by the hilt and raised it to his hand, drawing blood by dragging it across his palm. Endymion grimaced slightly from the pain, before handing the katana back to Minobu, who spoke again.
"This katana was gifted to my ancestor two hundred years ago for service and loyalty rendered during a time of great conflict. It has tasted much of war and blood, every time it has been drawn. It is Named Duty's Call, and I am honoured that my lord has chosen to blood the blade," Minobu raised his own hand to the keen edge of the katana, and with a move even more vicious than Endymion's, sliced the blade deeply into his own palm, his face calm throughout. His control over his ki made the cut painless. Blood spurted from the cut, but subsided quickly.
"Arise, General Magnetite, and take your place by my side as a member of my court." Endymion offered his hand to Minobu to lift him up, and as Minobu clasped his bleeding hand with Endymion's own, a pale white light glowed around the two men.
The memories slammed into Minobu like a wave, the feelings, the pain, the ecstasy all searing into his mind and soul. All the good, and all the bad, in equal amounts. He remembered what he had been, what he had done. His oaths to his prince, the times they had spent together fighting, training. He remembered falling hard for an aqua haired princess.
He remembered failing her when she needed him most. And dying at the hands of Beryl.
Never again, Minobu swore to himself. Never again!
Michiru stared in amazement as the white light slowly faded, and Minobu collapsed onto the floor, apparently overcome by his memories. According to the Inner Senshi, the same thing had happened to the Shitennou when they had recovered their memories.
She reached out for him, when her view was suddenly cut off by the old man. Noketsuna had a bucket of ice-cold water in his hands, and he calmly dumped its contents onto Minobu. Endymion leapt back to avoid getting his clothes wet from the splashing water.
"What the hell!" Minobu sat up with a jerk from the shock, then his eyes quickly regained their focus. He glared at Noketsuna, who did not look in the least sorry for his brusque actions.
"Now that we've gotten this business out of the way, I think you should on your way, eh?" Michi grunted. "There's little time to waste emoting on this sensitive bullshit. Get up, and get out. You have matters to attend to, boy."
"Mister Noketsuna," Endymion started forward, a bit angry at his callous treatment of his general and the scathing remarks from the old man. "I would appreciate it if you were more respectful towards me and my warriors."
Michi stared at the King of Earth, and Michiru stepped in, then froze as she caught the old man's eye, or rather, the white thing that was in his left eye socket. It was a gaze that could stop entire armies, such was the intensity and sheer power that laid behind the eyes. Haruka also stepped in, but was also held frozen by the same deadly gaze.
"I was this boy's mentor for a long time, King Endymion," Michi said slowly, "I will not hesitate to push or punish him if it is necessary. I would not presume to do the same for you."
"Wait, my King," said Magnetite, still dripping wet. Michiru did not quite understand how he managed to endure the cold. "That's not exactly true. I have a suggestion."
Endymion nodded, "Let's hear it then."
"I know we're supposed to be your generals and your advisors, but we're also your best fighters. That means we almost always on the frontlines." Michiru nodded, that made sense, and Minobu had described accurately what the Senshi and Shitennou had always done. "But that also means that it's harder for us to know the overall tactical situation if we're engaged in combat. Part of the reason why the previous defence of the city was so haphazard was because Michiru and Haruka were responsible for defending both the Palace and Crystal Tokyo. When the Palace got attacked, there was nobody left to organise the city garrison, which was also why they got chewed up bad."
Michiru understood immediately what he meant, "You want us to have an overall battle coordinator."
"And you already have somebody you wish for the role." Endymion said. It was not a question.
"Hai. The best person for the role is already here." He looked at Michi pointedly. "So how about it, Noketsuna-sama?"
Noketsuna looked away briefly, but his face hinted at terrible conflicts endured when he returned his gaze on them. "I was never much of a samurai. Even less of a soldier. Now, I am not even that, just a broken down old man. I am an oathbreaker. There are others better suited to this. There is no shortage of military men who can do the same for you here."
"That was a long time ago. And you are the most qualified person we have right now. Nobody else knows interstellar warfare as much as you do." Minobu turned to Endymion, "My king, Noketsuna-sama was once a Warlord, commanding the armies of more than 50 worlds. He achieved victory against admirable odds, saving his people from disaster. There is nobody else I would rather have at my back."
"No, I will not." Michi's voice was suddenly full of fire and unleashed pain. "I have lived a life of lies. I have betrayed too many people, did too much in the shadows."
"Then what is this?" Minobu took out a small box from a clutter of flotsam. "Don't tell me you've forgotten, Michi Noketsuna, Tai-shu of Dieron." He hurled the box savagely onto the floor, the cover breaking off from the impact. Two gleaming insignias fell out of the box. Michiru saw that they were green Kanji characters, denoting the word 'Five', and a bar underlining the words. "Everything you said to me, applied to yourself too. Or was all that crap about honour just more bullshit?" Minobu practically shouted out the last few words.
The two men glared at each other, and Michiru thought for a moment that they would come to blows. The air hung heavy with their strong words and stronger emotions.
"Any more testosterone, and this place would explode." Michiru said firmly. All the tension suddenly bled away from her stinging tone.
"Sorry," Minobu rubbed the back of his head apologetically. Michiru remembered that back in the long ago past, he would do the exact same thing whenever he realised he was in the wrong. She smirked. Some things just never change.
Noketsuna sighed heavily. "No, Minobu, you are right. I cannot just stay away either." He stood before Endymion, "If you would have me, I will serve you to the best of my ability. But," he smiled sadly, "I will not take any oaths. I have broken far too many of them."
"Very well then." Endymion beamed. "Since Magnetite vouched for you, I shall trust his judgement. From now on, you will be my war advisor, and also, I hope my conscience." Then he looked over Minobu critically, "Minobu, don't you feel cold?"
Minobu blinked for several moments, before he slapped his forehead with one hand. With his memories returned to him, he called up his own armour, the black armour of the Earth's generals, replacing the wet clothes. Michiru stood next to him, and to her surprise he did not flinch away this time.
He looked at her, and she saw the quiet determination that had first attracted her. He did not need to speak for her to know that he loved her, had always loved her. I will never let you go.
Minobu did not know what he was doing when he slipped an arm around Michiru's waist. He was even more surprised when she didn't push him or the arm away. The memories had been so long ago, but he remembered them like it was yesterday.
They clashed with his memories of his present life, a jarring clash chord that simply emphasized just how weird his life was. And this thing about him being a reborn soul from the Silver Millennium? It still wasn't the strangest part of his life yet.
He felt stronger now, the magic that was part of him as a general of Earth adding to that. He could sense that the power that belonged to him as his birthright as one of Endymion's protectors was interfering with his ki. It would take time to integrate the two flows of energy. If he tried to use them before he had merged the flows, he'd probably kill himself from the energy clash.
"Gather up your things. We're going to the palace." Endymion said.
"No, General Magnetite isn't." Michi said. "He's going somewhere else."
"Huh?"
Michi took out a piece of paper, and scribbled a few words on it. He handed the piece of patper to Minobu. Minobu glanced at it. It was an address. Of some place in China.
"This is an address. A rural village in China," Michi explained, "Raylic Sainze is not in the village but somewhere in the general vicinity. We will need all the help we can get, and you are going to find him."
"Why me? We could always get some soldiers in China to find Ray."
Michi shook his head, "No, because Sainze might simply kill them out of hand. He only gave me this address because I was the only one he trusted not to disturb his study of the blade without good reason. His isolation from the rest of the world has likely driven him insane, more of a weapon and less of a human being. You are the only one with a chance of reaching whatever humanity he has left without getting killed in the process."
"The Senshi could also do the same." Michiru offered. "We should be powerful enough…"
"None of you understand what you're getting into," Michi murmured. "Okay then," he pointed to Michiru and Haruka, "Both of you accompany Minobu. Lady Uranus, I hope you'll keep an eye out for any naughty behaviour. And Minobu, I expect you to comport yourself as befits a samurai." Minobu tried to fight back the burning sensation on his face. He had been thinking of the possibilities. "Now go. The enemy might attack soon."
Minobu looked at Michiru as he held her hand, and her eyes, her face, told him more than words ever could. Then they teleported away in a flash of light.
The bald man paused in the midst of his meditation, sensing a difference in the air. There had been many interruptions recently, but this one seemed significant. Something, somewhere, had changed, and it felt as though it might affect him. His senses were all at full sensitivity. It was night time, and the moon hung high in the sky, casting down its pale light, past his windows and into the small hut. Outside, the wind howled, whipping around the grass leaves clinging for their lives to the thin, hard soil.
He had lost count of the time, of how long he had been here, devoting himself to understanding the secrets of the 23rd technique, "Soul Destroyer". He had the basics of that final technique down pat, but it could be even more devastating… if only he wasn't disturbed so frequently!
At first, it had been simple villagers, easily turned away without anybody getting hurt. They had stopped coming by after they realised that whoever lived in that small hut on the top of the windswept hill had no wish to be disturbed. His studies had proceeded smoothly in that interval. Then recently, it had been one group of strange monsters after another, chasing those same villagers, who had somehow gathered around the hill for refuge. The monsters had been dispatched of quickly and effortlessly. And yet they kept coming, and the hermit wondered if he should leave his hut and kill whoever was behind the attacks, if only so that he could get back to his studies and stop the constant bugging from the villagers. They weren't the worst of things plaguing him.
He could not remember what it was that tugged at him every time he fell asleep, the nightmares, the incredible dreams he was having. He had hated those dreams, hated the strange emotions, of fear, love, pain, and countless others that he had felt for the merest instants whenever he woke up. As a result, he had not slept for several weeks now, using meditation to rest himself instead.
But the dreams, and the nightmares, and the attendant emotions were beginning to impinge upon him even during the midst of his meditations.
Physical enemies like the monsters were fine. He had no difficulty fighting those. In fact, he had enjoyed killing them. But how does one fight something without shape, without form?
How does one fight his own dreams?
"YAAAAARRR!!!" Raylic Sainze, the Slayer of Heavens, roared in insanity-tinged frustration, his sword energy exploding from within the depths of his soul, passing through the walls of the hut and slashing long deep furrows in the flanks of the hill and the heaps of dead youma lying scattered on the ground.
The uncaring wind continued to howl.
Well, that's it, I guess. Any more reviews? No? Oh well. Many thanks to those who have reviewed my fic. Or even if you read this load of crap and didn't review, thanks anyway.
Raylic Sainze, as most readers have guessed by now, is one of the reborn generals of Earth. Why did I make him bald? Because it seemed fun!
