Yo, everyone sorry for the wait, had to do a few things I needed to do.

Sadly, I had to part it.

Next updates are going to be more regular.

Be patient with me.

Triumvirate

Shield

Under Heaven Destruction L.A. Vocal (HQ)

His hair fluttered as he and the dragon roaring in agony fell from a great height.

Ragna saw that he was falling with the still reeling Ophion. Who couldn't believe just how much trouble he was having with this critten. Nor did he understand why there was a thrill of joy going through him with each clash.

The nostalgia was intoxicating, he felt like laughing at the sight of her.

Ophion stared at Ragna, but it wasn't the wolf therian.

The golden dragon's eyes dilated at her.

Her!?

His claw jutted out to crush the image at his grasp. The image reacted just as quickly, using Ophion's own hand as a springboard. The image started running up his arm towards the dragonborn's face.

Ophion's maw went out to rip the image with his own fangs.

To tear this mockery of his... love!?

It grasped at his tusk with a viscous mask of rage on it's facade.

The image pushed towards his other eye with a snarl on its face.

Such reckless abandon against one's enemies was stupendous.

Who! was! She!

Yet, against Ophion, it was futile!

Those splendid eyes widened at Ophion reaction speed.

What! Was! She!

The dragon's head blurred out of the blade's reach.

Ophion swung his wing at the fly. But instead of a satisfying scream of pain he felt pricks of pain in the membrane of his wing. His good eye landed on the sight of that wondrous image bounding up his wing like a flea.

Stabbing into the softer tissue with that blade as it climbed with its black claw.

That determination was lovely!

Who was she!?

That simply could not be allowed!

Ophion spun with an upward swing of his afflicted wing. The knat soared upward, it grunted in annoyance.

The illusion spun its body to face him with ready eyes. It grabbed the long hilt of that blade, it extended and the blade flared out.

The image spun in a familiar manner with a scythe!?.

His bloodied inflamed eye snapped open, wide as the other.

His maw quivered before becoming a vein filled, his face loured.

It was a lie, an illusion!

This person was important, but who was the illusion!?

Because if it was real, he just tried to kill her multiple times!

Why did that eat at him!? What importance did such an image, no matter the beauty, pull him!? What was so important he did not desire to harm her!?

So it could not be her!

Why did that matter to him!? He was Ophion, who mattered so much to affect him!?

Flames rumbled up his throat in deluge of hot white from his maw.

No!

Don't look at him as a traitor!

The white consumed the delusion. The disbelief it showed as it fell from such a great height thorned at his heart.

There was a person that mustered his care before! But who that person was couldn't be the sight of the beast pestering him!

"Role of the Vagabond!"

Darkness glowed off the speck of black in the midst of Ophion's white blaze.

It ate through the light like a beast with sharp fangs.

"Gyaaahroooooir!"

The dragon's pained echo's rebounded off every solid surface for miles. Black fangs pierced through his scales with the sound of shattered glass.

Warped and distorted, the voice from the black beast boomed it's rule.

"Rule of Reaping!"

The beast's fangs glowed with the same intensity of Ophion's red blood. His eyes rolled back from the pain of having his lifesblood stolen from him with flushed cheeks.

The black thing drank greedily as they both fell. Weakly, Ophion tried to pry the being from his person, but his strength rapidly left his body. Not simply from pain; the dragon moaned as more of his might slipped away; but also from pleasure.

"G-get off of-ME, y-ou- c-an-'t m-make fe~el this-haah- good," the dragon therian tried to admonish. But even in that form, through the eyes of the black beast he could see her.

Why!?

Why did it feel like dove feathers in his claws!?

His hands were pulling at the strangely familiar sensation.

Like his... Wife!? His wife's hair!?

Ophion's eyes rolled back as the blend of pain and pleasure persisted.

*Boom!*

The crash of the two massive bodies resounded outside of the towering complex. Those who were guarding the nexus outside of the building didn't know what hit them.

Dust and debris rose from the impact site.

Sitri looked on at the resulting mayhem outside.

He heard the sound like a warning beacon and flapped his wings. A bright lazer flew by him. Honestly that weirdo kept chasing him from the building.

Sitri looked at the skyscraper and saw that the Aizen had a pair of binoculars and a paraglider...

He jumped off with 'hmph' and started to fly through the air towards Sitri.

The gems glowed, Sitri felt his eyes twitching at the sight of Aizen heading towards him.

This guy just didn't let up!

On the ground Ragna could feel all the damage on him being healed. Like when Rachel or Raziel bit and drained from him, he realized he could do so as well.

"Hah, hah, hah," Ophion panted, he weakly tried to remove the wolf therian from himself.

"I-H-ie," He grunted when the fangs pierced deeper. Ophion's grip tightened on Ragna's head. The draining increased as he weakly tried to get Ragna off.

Slowly he and the black creature became smaller and smaller. Until they reached their original sizes. Ragna had the dragon therian stradled beneath him as he fed off the lizard's strength.

He heard the gold therian hiss under his breath. Something that made Ragna's eye twitch in annoyance as the gold lizard pulled him closer

"Yes," Ophion murmured.

Ragna felt something poke at his groin. It was something of Ophion's that was tackling his own.

"Ugha," Ophion's cry of confusion as he felt feathered hair, akin to dove's, left the underside of his maw.

Ragna stood up and stared down at the slovenly looking dragon man. The arrogant lizard practically had hearts in his eye as he stared up at Ragna.

Ophion tried to sit up, his form trembled with his gaze on Ragna.

When he looked into the golden one's red eyes.

Those eyes stared back and suddenly, Ragna's sword was stabbed through Ophion's chest.

"Hahahaa," the dragon laughed with his hand caressing the side of Ragna's face," Euryn….ome."

A happy smiling maw marred by blood.

Just as suddenly Ragna snapped back to the crater that he and Ophion were at the epicenter of. The scrambling mobsters in the background were white noise as they both looked on at one another.

Ragna realized the dragon was observing something inside of him.

No, Ophion was observing someone inside of him.

It was what affected him.

The dragon therian's eye snapped wide at whatever freaky thought was passing through it's lizard mind. It sneered up at Ragna and struggled to stand up, but Ragna took several paces back.

His job wasn't to go through what random emotion was going through his head. His job was to watch over and help with his siblings.

His eye of the hunter ignored the quantity of life of the multiple souls making up his soul and the weakened soul of Ophion. Those would matter later, not when he was being tied to emotions.

Ragna just focused on the swirling mass of vitality of the nexus. At the corner of his eyes a trembling mad eyed Ophion stood up.

The dragon groped at the egg around his neck.

"Stand down intruder!"

Ragna ignored the mobster's and maids with guns pointed at him and Ragna looked on.

The situation felt nostalgic for some reason.

"Heheheh," the wolf therian chuckled. He extended his blade into it's scythe form and focused.

His eyes closed, he ignored all sounds and reached for a distant thought. He may not have his full conscious memory, but his muscle memory was perfect.

"From the great void of creation," he intoned, shades danced around him like a blaze," originating in deepest depths from the great sea of blue." He heard Ophion's grunt of disbelief, but continued despite the look of shock he felt from the dragonborn creature.

"Arising with blackened wing," his black claws red mark pulsed.

Black flames surrounded him, Ragna smiled. The crowd gulped, if felt as if the reaper had come for them.

He twirled his scythe and finished his chant.

"From an ever distant eternity, engrave your will to me... "

The crack in his blade grew and he saw Solomon with a dour expression on their face.

"...Reap the wheat from the shaft..." twelve black feathered wings sprouted from his back and readied his weapon..

He swung his mighty scythe at his target.

"...sever it all, Bloodedge."

He swung down with his scythe.

"Roppongi Nexus! Destroyed! Winners! Team Hakaishin!"

Those of the Tycoons guild stood in shock.

Ragna just cockily smirked, he said," you all forgot we're still in a game didn't you."

With a shrug Ragna's blade became a sword. He pointed the blade at the now very apprehensive crowd.

This wolf therian turned their best leader into the sight he was now.

Ragged, his right eye bloodied, his clothes were rags exposing his rippling form with the remnants of what was pants keeping his modesty from view. His failure was exposed, the crowd could see a less sublime him. His body caked in dirt, his own blood, and broken right wing.

His strength drained from his body.

Ophion's flame filled gazed at that cocksure cur. The less than ideal state was vexing, but it was the fact that her image was used against him.

That his dear one was used to trample him was what filled him with a furciferous thirst for vengeance. Even if- that thought was burned from his mind.

"You…," Ophion started with a trembling grip on the egg.

"Bare witness!" He roared while holding up his sacred artifact," It's time for Heaven and Earth's creation. The world to the egg, the egg hatches into the world. Holy Egg, Ophiogenes."

The minions stayed back as their master's sacred shined brightly,

Ragna che'd and readied himself for a longer fight.

Soon the light parted and there stood another Ophion.

While the other was long lived and had a knowledgeable confidence. From the way he stood, looked upon others; the elder Ophion knew his stance on life. Carried with the assurance of one who has lived a life of weathering obstacles, setbacks, and tragedies.

The younger was more vibrant, holding himself with youth filled strength and admitted arrogance to others. Still thinking himself invulnerable to the world at large without ever seeing the need for subtlety. Body more built and smoother while glistening in the sun.

Ragna recognized the skipped heartbeat flowed from the soul resonating inside of him.

She; Ragna was sure this was a chick; was going wild at the two versions of this guy. He would never focus on some guy he didn't know like that.

The younger wyrm's eyes looked at his older self in shock.

"My austere self how, what occurred to put you in such a state!?" the younger exclaimed. The younger's maw gaped in disbelief that any part of him could become like this. Surely only a creature on par with the progentoi could even scratch their combined greatness.

The elder stood panting from the exertion of calling his younger self to the frey. He took a breath and stood tall as he gazed at Ragna.

He gritted his teeth, the illusion's concern over the unimpressed beast.

"I refuse to surrender to this farce, that is all," the elder answered.

"Far-huh," the younger's eyes fell upon the illusion's marveled visage. There was a click when the younger's maw closed shut. The younger one stepped towards Ragna, the older watched on.

From Sitri spectated from nearby rubble. He finally lost Aizen and now he was watching the Ragna face the two Ophions.

He was wondering how he could help against that powerhouse.

The other problem was the mobs around ready to back-up their boss. Those guys were closing in around Ragna.

"Freeze!" Ordered the younger Ophion.

Sitri found himself unable to move from the sheer force that exuded from the younger Ophion's voice. The same happened to the Roppongi's mobs.

That guy made everyone freeze with presence alone.

All he could do was watch as the new Ophion walked towards Ragna.

Ragna felt his body become heavy from that guy's presence. The young Ophion was stronger than the older.

The wolf therian could move, but barely wouldn't cut it against this guy.

He demanded his body to move. Arms wrapped around him in a tender manner, Ragna's heart skipped a beat at the warmth.

His eyes were twitching at the inconceivable fact.

"To think I'd find you, finally." the younger Ophion said, caressing Ragna's face," Eurynome."

Everyone was stunned at the younger Ophion's amorous caressing of the very, very confused wolf therian.

Sitri was just gaping at the sight; he didn't notice the shadow that snuck behind him.

It was Aizen in an urban camo helmet looming behind him, equally frozen in shock at the sight of the younger of the two Ophion's harassment of Ragna.

The wolf was frozen in shock, until the younger Ophion felt up his rump.

Ragna uppercut the young Ophion with a yell of, "stay off dragon freak!"

More shock filled everyone as a thud was heard when said Ophion landed on his back.

The older just 'che'd', his younger would realize his folly now.

"Eheheheheh-Gyahahahahahahah!" the younger just laughed. The boisterous noise made everyone stare as the younger sat up.

"Yes it truly is you, my dear!" he announced joyestly at the baffled Ragna. The freaked out wolf therian just backed away as the younger dragon jumped up joyously.

"Ah, like the rough play we would always get up to, oh that passion, how I missed this!" The younger rambled on with arms stretched wide. He went forward to catch the object of his affections in his arms, only for Ragna to jump sideways.

"Hohoho, I suppose I need to catch you," the younger Ophion playfully flirted.

A choking noise came from Ragna's throat as he dodged to the side. Did he have to do this? Play keep away with a golden dragon acting like a rambunctious newly wed?

Also that lady in his soul just kept skipping his heartbeat with her own.

It was really distracting!

The older just stared at his daft self in shock. The young man kept making a fool of himself while trying to catch that living falsehood.

"My less experienced self have you taken a leave of your senses!" the elder Ophion admonished.

The younger paused in his attempts to capture the object of his affection in his arms. He turned towards his elder and asked," have you; despite our shared spouse's appearance why have you not moved to reclaim them?"

The loud outrageous dragons had captured everyone's attention.

"That illusion is not her," the elder denied furiously," even with her image overlaid atop that thing, how could you not see through it!?"

"I cannot believe what I am hearing!?" the younger exclaimed in disbelief," how, how could you mistake her for an illusion!?"

The elder gave his younger self a look and said,``The creature may be handsome, but it holds no candle to Eurynome!"

Younger Ophion gaped at his elder self then retorted," have you taken leave of your senses!? Have you forgotten the countenance of our spouse's soul!?"

Said spouse chose at that moment to activate a stealth ars magus that he knew.

Wait, he knew a form of magic that made him harder to notice when the attention wasn't on him?

… One thing at a time Ragna thought.

Ragna thanked God at that moment, he really didn't want to deal with dragons fighting over him.

It was time to get out of there.

Overenthusiastic, sadomasochistic, seductive, muscle dragon was where Ragna drew the line.

It also hid his footsteps as he jumped out the crater and ran towards Sitri's life force.

"What foolishness!" the elder one answered," even if the contenance resembles her it still is not proof that it is her!"

It was like a trainwreck, Sitri found himself unable to look away from the ensuing debate on Ragna being this guy's wife. It was pretty freaky to wa-

Suddenly lean strong arms picked Sitri up. He felt himself being caressed closer to this guy's chest.

He looked up and saw a very annoyed Ragna.

"Proof!?" was roared in the distance.

Sitri felt his face heat up.

This day was very stimulating.

Aizen was still there mouth agape a the stark contrast of the two Ophion's personalities.

-After running out of Tycoon Territory-

Sitri was really comfortable in the warmth of Ragna's arms.

The wolf man didn't feel out of breath at all.

Just what type of life did he live to be in such good shape after miles of running?

Ragna skidded to a halt and looked up at the massive lifeforce signature staring down at them. Sitri followed his gaze and wondered what was happening.

From above observed a figure with a wide brim hat with a cloaked figure doubled in laughter with a large staff to her back.

Ragna zeroed in on their presence and it was very nostalgic. He could feel the knowing smile the guy in the hat was giving him.

It was a nice type of familiar.

The guy with the hat said something to the cloak figure that made them stop laughing. Ragna tried to hear what they were saying, but it was really muted.

Were they using ars magus to hide?

Why did he know what ars magus was anyways?

The guy in the hat just waved off the cloaked figure and vanished. The remaining figure turned towards them.

With a great leap from their perch the figure fell to the ground in front of them. They were covered head to toe with a tan hooded cloak. In their hands were _ -Arma Reboare: Muchourin- _/.

Ragna shook his head at the weird static that filled it. That large staff with a heart shaped head and red jewel at the center was dangerous.

Seriously it was a scary thing. He didn't even know why he knew it was trouble.

"Who the heck are you?" Sitri asked, jumping from his arms.

"Keh, like Luna;s going to answer some punky jailbaits questions," the feminine voice figure snapped out.

Ragna's eyes narrowed at that voice, that rude way of speaking, the mouthy smart tone, the 'better than you ever will be' attitude. He knew that annoying cadence from some place. The name was on the tip of his tongue too.

"Wh-who the heck are you callin' jailbait ya cloaked freak," Sitri shot back.

"Aw, ain't that adorable," the cloaked person snarked with his hand on their hip," you think you can talk back, sorry punky, but the adults need to have a chat."

"You," Sitri had gritted teeth at the slant of this girl. The cheeky smirk he could see on the bottom half of her face was infuriating.

"Luna?" Ragna tried at the girl before him. She stopped and stared at him.

"Well, well, well, ya recongnized my name," the girl started," don't think that-"

"I am not baking you a cake," Ragna stated plainly.

"I- uh bwa," the cloaked girl stammered.

That really threw her off.

"Any ways come on Sitri we need to meet up with the rest," Ragna ordered, pulling at the fuming boy.

"Whoa, whoa, you dumb pedo wolf," Luna insulted," Luna ain't done talking, Luna's on an assignment from master Juubei-"

"That was the cat beastkin with you- wait cat beastkin?" Ragna questioned in confusion. That guy was definitely taller than he was when Ragna was training under him…

Training under him, right because that guy was his "...Shishou?

"Oh, you at least get that he was your teacher," the girl's impertinent smirk came back," but Luna's always been the better student."

"What did he send you for?" Ragna asked.

"To make sure you don't fuck up of course," Luna grossed," you have a bad habit of making a huge mess to clean up and it's my job to make sure it ain't too big."

"Fine," Ragna agreed as he started walking Sitri away.

"Oh don't whin- wait, what?/What?" Luna and Sitri exclaimed.

"Look I need to find Saya, I'm getting a bad feeling alright," Ragna shot back as he dragged the two along the direction of his little sister.

"I bwah, what the hell, you always bitch back- wait," Luna paused as Ragna pushed her and the very annoyed Sitri forward.

"What do you mean, Saya!?" Luna exclaimed in shock.

"My little sis-" Ragna was then rudely interrupted.

"No you don't get it ya dumb furry pedo," Luna insisted," there is not supposed to be any Saya with you and your creep of a bro here!"

Ragna and Sitri paused at that exclamation.

"What do ya mean there's not supposed to be any Saya here?" Ragna questioned darkly.

"Your 'sister' isn't supposed to exist in this Tokyo ya rube," Luna's voice shook with actual fear," it's only supposed to be you and your bro."

"Uh, is that bad?" Sitri asked.

"Hell yea it is!" Luna exclaimed," Saya isn't supposed to be here, heck she shouldn't exist at all."

"Talk," Ragna growled out," what do you mean she shouldn't exist at all?"

"Every precaution was taken to make sure that freakin' monster wouldn't be brought to Tokyo," Luna growled back," she should be trapped with the other exceptions in that freaky 'too scary to deal with' space!"

Ragna took a deep breath and said calmly," take that back."

"What?" Luna asked.

"My sister being a 'freakin' monster.' Take. it. Back." he grounded out.

"Oi you- Luna stop," a male's voice interrupted out of Luna's own mouth.

"Uh," Sitri blinked in surprise at the sudden shift of the cloaked body's voice.

"Sena right?" Ragna asked.

"Yeah and personally I would like a cake later," the voice of Sena answered.

"Only if you explain what your sister meant by Saya being a monster," Ragna compromised.

"... You don't remember anything? Right?" Sena asked.

"Hm," Sitri wasn't sure what to do. This chick was now a dude, he was lost.

"No, I don't," Ragna answered.

"No offense Ragna, but when it comes to your siblings you turn a blind eye to how-"/" completely and utterly shitty they are!" Luna interrupted.

Sitri felt the twitch in his brow come back at the sound of Luna's voice.

"Oi- Oh no this intervention has been a long time coming!" Luna shouted Ragna wolf therian gritted his teeth at the girl's sudden interruption.

"Now where to even start, oh I know?" Luna asked herself," Oh Luna knows, let's start with that psycho bro of yours."

"You," Ragna grounded out.

"Oh, don't interrupt sibling complex weirdo," Luna said," yeah, the sword freak with a big brother complex."

"Look i don't have time for-," Ragna was silenced by the most disturbing thing he heard all day.

"I'm pretty sure he wants the big D from you," Luna stated casually.

"What?" Sitri asked with confusion, that guy in the armor wanted to sleep with his brother.

"What? No! Jin doesn't want to sleep with me, he wants…" Ragna paused, slowly his eyes widened.

It was the eyes of someone in complete disbelief.

"Ha, told you!" Luna cheered.

"Seriously?" Sitri asked.

But Ragna remembered that his arm was cut off at the shoulder. By his own brother, by Jin.

"Jin doesn't want to sleep with me," Ragna softly lamented.

Luna and Sitri stared at him, because he looked like he wanted to cry.

"Jin wants to kill me."

Sword

BBCP OST Lust SIN II

Jin's voice resounded throughout the street in front of a large dome "... Divine blade."

"Bunkyo Nexus! Destroyed! Winners! Team Hakaishin!"

The area was deserted of those who should have been guarding their nexus. But the streets were empty of people.

Jin simply turned to find the next obstruction. For now he and his siblings needed the monetary gain for their own means.

He wanted something in white or blue.

Jin stopped, then turned towards an alley. He dashed in at high speed.

Maneuvering the entire way through, because of what he felt. It was an intervention of sorts. He took out his blade and swung.

"Hhu?"

It was a cloaked figure in blue with a short blade in his hand. The figure's eyes widened at the sight of him. They took a step back and disappeared in a cloud of black butterflies.

Jin turned towards the wounded dog, a shinobi by the outfit.

"Are you able to move?" Jin asked.

The dog with the scroll out nodded and used the wall to stand. Jin sighed and picked the surprised creature up with ease.

"I-I'm," the dog therian tried to protest, but Jin ignored his attempts.

"I'll find you a spot to recuperate properly," Jin told the dog," besides my sister would yak at my ears if I left someone in need."

More like if he let a 'cutie' suffer.

"So bare with it for now," Jin stated.

He could feel two presences watching and following him.

But he would get the dog towards that church.

"I'm Tadatomo," the dog said with bleary eyes. This man was his master, is what he thought as he blacked out.

Jin was about to move quicker than those on his tail could, but his pale eye of order pulsed. Then he switched directions.

The power of order led him to the most beneficial path.

That was what he saw.

Those Without Succor

A large set man with a naginata trudged along the deserted street.

His face was sullen with a frown, a limp from that punk Kengo. The scar on his forehead was exposed for all to see. His hoodie got lost in his rebellion, his top was destroyed.

Macan was not someone he would fight exhausted.

He was a mess, covered in scratches. He could take it though, so it was fine.

For a ruffian like him all of that was just normal.

"Onikawa?"

The ruffian looked up to see a familiar sight.

"Horkeu," Onikawa said with narrowed eyes.

He pointed the weapon at the now attentive wolf therian before him. Over six and a half feet of muscle with gray and brown fur. The beast only wore gauntlets, braces below the knees, a loincloth, a headband, his jacket was worn as a cape. All indigo blue with tan colored oriental pattern motifs.

A mysterious sword was sheathed at his side.

"I see you've made your move," Horkeu Kamui noted with a frown at the state of the man," a failed rise I take it."

"Che," was all that left Onikawa's mouth.

"If you were more honest you would be a rising hero, a waste," Horkeu commented with a shake of his head.

"Your hero fetish was always grating," Onikawa mocked," so creepy."

"Hm," Horkeu said.

It's not like the ruffian's opinion mattered. Onikawa barely kept his breath steady, Horkeu didn't like picking on the defeated. The wolf therian felt a pulse and looked at the blade at his side.

The sword at his side shook and glowed.

Onikawa took a ready stance at the sight of the blade shining. He never saw Horkeu use that thing. With gritted teeth he braced himself for the unknown.

Then with a light 'tak', Jin in his white armor landed between the two Berserkers.

The percolating sword's light shone towards Jin.

Horkeu's eyes shined at the sight of Jin.

A strong, tall, glinting, amazing figure; an epitome of a heroic visage stood before him.

It was a dream come true.

Eye

BBCP OST Bullet Dance II

The world warped and suddenly they were in a floating empty space filled with stars.

"Another intervention?" Saya noted while looking around for that child.

"What in the world!?" Moritaka exclaimed at the sudden change.

"Calm yourself boy!" Shino shouted. Moritaka flinched back and took a deep breath to calm down.

"My, my apologies," the boy mumbled out.

"Hm," Temujin glanced around trying to find his new target.

"Where?" Gullinbursti growled as he looked around for the person responsible for this.

"Hogen is greeting me necessary?" Tajikarao asked with a flush. The elder officer took that moment to rub him even more.

"Just calming my nerves," Hogen started brightly, but his eyes narrowed," it ain't everyday someone gets the drop on me of all people."

Saya stared at them and said bluntly," that's obviously just harassment."

"To each their own," Shino commented while trying to float by the lady. That child could attack at any moment.

"What exactly are we dealing with?" Toji asked.

He was ready to draw his blade the instant something with ill intent appeared. That type of reaction reminded Saya of JIn.

"A space time manipulator who can generate a seemingly endless number of minions," Saya advised," he looks and acts like a child, so don't underestimate him."

"Well, that is disconcerting," Hogen muttered.

Agyo was quietly trying to catch his bearings at the sudden shift. Arms wrapped around him and he felt those soft pillows on the back of his head. He looked up and saw Saya smiling down at him.

"Ne, ne, don't worry just keep calm, okay," Saya assured.

Agyo nodded, but felt several gazes upon them. Two were jealous, one was angry, another envious, one disapproving, one lamenting, the last was ambivalent.

"Oh noobie~," the song singing voice of the child called out," ready for round two?"

"Why target me?" Saya asked, placing Agyo behind her.

"Gyahahahaha," the voice sounded around them," cause you're completely new like those two newbs were."

"Two?" Saya questioned," do you mean my brothers?"

"Gyahahahaha," the voice laughed mysteriously.

"There," Temujin said as he fired a arrow into the void,

"Kha!" the child's voice sounded in surprise.

Suddenly the void shifted the mote of darkness parted in the shape of a dome around them. The stars stayed shining and around them was a plain of somesort.

"Whoa, epic headshot!" The child stated with his head thrown back. Slowly he sat up straight showing the others a horrid sight. With a fired arrow stuck out from his bloodied forehead the child grinned down at them.

"Gotta give you props on that shot," the child congratulated," too bad ya didn't get a kill for it."

The boy stuck out his tongue at them as the arrow popped out of his head.

"If that's the case then let's see if losing your head will change that tune, wretch!" Shino called out, his blade poised at the boy.

Moritaka took his stance at the declaration.

"What are you after?" Asked Saya again.

The more experienced fighters watched on, they were aware that the enemy was all around them.

"To get your cutscenes of course," The boy said brightly.

Saya closed her eyes in thought before saying "...My memories?"

"Getting the other two was a real grind, like there's hard mode, but those guys were definitely lunatic mode," the boy's eyes squinted in annoyances as he griped on," I keep getting yeeted before getting em' all."

"So you can get my memories back?" Saya asked.

"Oh, oh, we're going full visual novel instead?" the boy pondered aloud.

"Saya-u-san, I do not believe that is a wise path to take," Moritaka commented.

"... right," Saya agreed and summoned bolverk.

She pointed them at the boy.

"Huh?" the boy tilted his head at the guns in confusion," hm, you're supposed to have a sword ain't ya?"

"Uh, their little temperamental, so please settle for these," Saya cordially answered. The boy looked at her strangely.

"Heh, well I guess you're the easy mode," he commented with a shrug.

The plants around danced from an airless draft. Wiggling writhing, whipping, reaching for their marks

"Tajikarao, Toji, keep up," Hogen ordered as he stared at the boy.

This was definitely more than just some child.

The name was escaping the old officer, but the kid's appearance matched with a person of interest.

"Uhm," Toji grunted in annoyance. They were being completely sidetracked by this runt while there was something strange going.

It needed to be dealt with quickly.

"Uh, right sir," Tajikarao responded.

It wasn't everyday he saw Hogen look so serious.

Temujin glanced around and smirked, just how much time did he have before he'd become a burden. It was time to see if this could be done before then.

Moritaka glanced around wondering where the enemy was coming from.

"The plants," Saya whispered towards him.

He looked towards the plain and noticed. Truly, he had quite the ways to go not to notice the swaying of those things. There wasn't even any blowing wind.

The vile grin on Shino's showed wicked fangs, but he kept stock where Saya and the boy stood.

He wanted to protect what was important.

Agyo floated in place wondering what was going to happen next.

Wanted to finish the entire chapter, but I needed to part it up.

Hopefully it's still an enjoyable read.

Next part coming in later.]Part of a a slew of chapters I'm working on. Saya is an exception...Shocking Hades is essentially her power in drive form so no she ain't cute and harmless.