When Makoto Naegi woke up in a lavish room with a naked Junko Enoshima laying beside him, he slid the blanket over her shoulder and tucked her warm. He swiftly got out of bed, undetected by Junko, and went to the cabinet to flich some coffee and tea.

Three minutes passed as he waited for the pot to boil his water. He was now dressed himself in his usual garb; his trusty semi-uniforms he wore when he deleted the aliens from across the globe and the stars beyond.

This particular routine was not strange to him at all. He had done similar things in Egypt, but it was closer to the time they stayed in England.

In his crazy life with Junko Enoshima, everything felt normal to him.

His minutes were up and his drinks were ready. He poured two cups and went for the exit door. With three knocks and a tap, he waited.

The other side replied with two distinct knocks.

Mukuro Ikusaba had been staying outside scouting for trouble; problematic elements made from the byproducts of her sister's devious creation. It was an easy job for her, who had the title of the Ultimate Soldier under her belt. If Makoto did not walk out of the room with a pair of cups in each hand, Mukuro's focus would not be broken.

"Did anything happen last night?"

"No."

Makoto curtly said as she looked to the sky full of hexagonal barriers. His mind thought back to the previously peaceful days he had with Mukuro defeating dissidents every night.

Mukuro was calm as always. She never showed any hints of fatigue. Only on rare moments did her expression change, and that was only when her sister was involved. Makoto always thought of her as the baby sister of the two, so he was right in a strange sort of way.

"So it's the same as always."

Makoto handed the cup of coffee to Mukuro, who gladly received it.

"Thank you, Makoto," Mukuro took a sip of the coffee and found herself enjoying them. "To this day you haven't forgotten how I liked my coffee."

"Junko made sure to drill it into my brain," Makoto laughed as he drank his cup of tea. "Personally speaking, she's a big softie who cares too much about her sister."

"Only after I almost died fighting Despairgiganto in Scotland."

"Yeah, he really did a number on us," Makoto sighed. "Didn't expect him to summon a Despair God by sacrificing himself.

"And he's 30-foot tall on his own. Can't believe we only lost five men fighting against a 69-foot tall monster."

"Your sister did all the prep for us, and you made the right decisions."

"But you made it all work out, Makoto."

Silence fell as the wind blew past them. The early morning in a port town was chilly, and it made them quietly sip from their respective cups.

"Speaking of tea," Mukuro began as both of them saw a small explosion on the twelfth floor of the apartment complex around 100 meters away. Robot seemed to spew out of the broken down and open room as they fell and crashed against the pavement. "Did you know that during the world war countries such as Russia condensed tea leaves into a package of bricks? They had a black hue and tasted absolutely horrendous."

Makoto turned to Mukuro with a brow raised.

"I don't usually drink tea, but I had my fair share of good tea during my military days. Going from one side of the world to the other had made me realize that tea was something that was universally accepted by everyone in the world. Muslims drank them. Christians drank them. Buddhists drank them. You get the idea. The thing is, almost nobody knew about the existence of this brick-shaped tea. Once they knew how badly a tea could taste I'd bet you they would all recoil in discomfort."

"Do you have some kind of vendetta against tea, Mukuro?"

Mukuro mulled over herself. It was five minutes later when she replied to him. "Several teas offended me, but people who made them badly offended me more."

A few moments of silence.

"You made good tea, Makoto."

A silent fist bump arose in the air.

The atmosphere had once again reached stillness.

Both Makoto and Mukuro took a sip from their respective cups as they watched a giant black and white bear destroy an apartment building with its giant robot sword. The robot was heading to where they were staying as its sensor was able to pick up on living beings from afar. Regrettably, Makoto and Mukuro had to fight, despite wanting to take things slow. They drank what was left in their cup before they set them down on the hallway floor.

"Ready, Makoto?"

Mukuro had readied her weapon; a rocket launcher. She aimed the bullet at the giant robot's neck. If she decapitated its control circuit, Makoto would only need to destroy the brain in its cockpit.

"On your command, Mukuro," Makoto drew the blade that was resting on his hip. "Let's finish this quickly so we won't wake the sleeping princess."

"Roger that, brother-in-law."

Makoto's ring sparkled on his ring finger, and inside the hotel room, so did Junko's ring on hers. Power welled inside him, Makoto leapt from the love hotel's open hallway and straight to the rooftop of the building next door. His katana in hand, he rushed toward the giant bear robot three high-rise buildings before him.

Sensing in advance, the giant robot sent an army of smaller, human-sized, white and black robots on Makoto. All of them roared menacingly at Makoto as they rushed at him with their claws raised. Their jet propulsions on their backs made them deceptively quicker than Makoto had thought.

However, Makoto didn't find that disadvantageous for him.

There were five bears in total. All of them rushed on Makoto in a triangle formation, as if they were walking bowling pins. All Makoto needed was to use his power combined with centrifugal force to send them all packing. They were all packing heat, but they did not help them from the cold deathly Earth at all.

Makoto hopped and spun in the air. Within his calculations, he landed just before the first bear was able to strike him dead. His sword was now rising upwards as he drew them in the split-second before he had hopped.

Makoto alone wouldn't have had the power to retaliate on the bears, but he wasn't alone. As Makoto's blade touched the bear's armor, Mukuro had sniped the back of the blade with her sniper rifle to increase the velocity of Makoto's swing. It was then that Makoto had the power to cleave the bear into two with ease from below.

The split bear was then sent back with a good bullet placement from Mukuro once more, and they rocked against each other like bowling pins that scattered around the building. Still, that was not the target of Makoto and Mukuro. Their target had just closed in on them through the three buildings that previously stood in its way.

For this particular enemy, Makoto had no concrete plans to follow through. All he had was a steel katana with jet propulsions. However, Mukuro had once again picked up on his slack as she fired a dozen rockets at once towards the giant bear's neck. But the bear was ready to defend its neck by sacrificing its right arm.

Makoto wouldn't let that happen. If the bear blocked the rockets now, they would be in a very big disadvantage, considering there were still the smaller bears to defeat. Thankfully for him, he had a plan.

It was simple. He needed to climb the bear's exterior, cut the arm clean off, and have the rockets blow the control motors on the giant bear's neck. Now all Makoto needed to do was act.

When Makoto was about to execute his plan, however, he found out that disarming the giant bear robot was simpler than he had thought. Mukuro had created the perfect straight and narrow path toward his destination. To Mukuro's delight, Makoto was able to see which path Mukuro had given to him.

He needed to get his timing right, as jumping from one moving rocket to another would not be an easy task. But Makoto believed in himself and his luck that he would be able to easily clear this hurdle. With a steady breathing and magnificent will inside him, he began his twenty million dollar leaps.

One rocket, two rockets, four rockets, eight rockets. Makoto counted thirty-two rockets. Four more rockets to leap onto before he was close enough to do damage.

Makoto felt himself about to slip, when his body was uprighted with the sudden gust of blowback wind from somewhere. A rocket exploded unexpectedly before him and knocked him back a few rockets.

With the world behind him however, he had nothing to fear. He grabbed to the side of one on-going rocket and counted once more.

Nine rockets, ten rockets, eleven rockets, twelve rockets. Sixty-four rockets to go.

He jumped as high as he could with his sword raised high. He was now before the giant arm of the black and white giant robot bear. If he didn't cleave the arm cleanly into two, Mukuro and him needed another plan to defeat the giant robot.

With the sudden codec call from her end, Makoto knew that she had a plan. While he was busy dodging through rockets aimed to destroy the motel Junko was staying. Mukuro laid out her plan while sniping the rockets down with her anti-air rifle. Knowing the plan would work, Makoto made a break forward.

There was an invisible cut now, and rockets had become cut in hundreds of pieces. A sound distinctly associated with a sharp object moving through a solid one. Makoto was now above the arm which had stopped moving. Behind him were crumbs of machineries falling limply from mid-air. His hand was now slowly closing his sword into its sheath, satisfied with cutting one-hundred-and-twelve rockets in a single stroke and one goliath more.

Unable to feel pain, the giant robot bear couldn't realize his missing arm. When it realized it, the robot readied his other arm to squash Makoto in mid-air. However, with another rising cut aimed upward, Makoto made another invisible line ten-meters above him. The robot did not deter its arm, and with an even faster force it continued its descent to squash Makoto against a building's rooftop.

When Makoto landed on the rooftop of a building near the gigantic bear, he sheathed his blade once again. As its gigantic claw was about to touch a hair on Makoto's head, it began to split into two. The arm that was at least ten meters in diameter, had been cut into two. It was unable to cut even a breath of Makoto's hazelnut hair as it crashed deep inside the building.

Not a second too late, the rocket Mukuro launched had hit the giant robot bear's neck in a splendid and spectacular explosion. Its head went flying into the cloudy sky before returning and falling against the hard concrete down below. But not before at least ten shots were fired to fry the circuitry inside its brain. All of them from a distance impossible for a human to shoot from.

Makoto cracked his neck with his hand.

He should cut his fun hours with Junko tonight. Everything else felt really sore for him, especially his hips. With a good sound coming from his nape, he continued.

"That was some good morning workout," he said bemusingly.

"Quite," said Mukuro. She was done shooting all the little bears around Makoto's perimeter with her precise accuracy and assault rifle. "You might want to wake Junko up, Makoto. We're going straight to everyone's domain next."

The way back wasn't feasible anymore when Makoto saw the body of the giant bear robot against it. He looked at his ring, still in awe at what the thing in his hand had made him capable of. Then he found a door downstairs, which was his exit. He couldn't just jump down the building; that would be suicidal even with his enhanced performance.

Makoto went down the building he was on, destroying about two dozen mechanical bears in the process, and found himself on an empty littered street. Most cities in Japan had been thrown into this state since the Ultimate Destruction that had been happening since they left Japan. Junko had analyzed that the Ultimates would be able to do something about the aliens' silent invasion for at least enough time for them to eradicate every despair alien in every corner of the world. Even then they were cutting themselves too close.

The situation in Japan was dire, as every major student of Hope's Peak Academy, their alumni, and their staff, had been brainwashed by a certain figure. It was the Future Foundation that informed the alien slayers of the fact, but they refused to resolve the immediate problem for their own long-term solutions.

Makoto, Mukuro, and Junko had recorded fatalities from the Alien's side to be about three universe's worth of casualties. They had swept every part of the world clean of desperate aliens but Japan. They had even visited the despair alien's planet and destroyed them on a multi-galactic and multiversal level to prevent unnecessary red flags, sequel baits, or crossover events from happening. She wanted this to be the last journey, the last adventure, the FINAL story.

Their FINAL story.

Whatever that even meant.

Still, Makoto believed that Junko was right.

With everything resolved and done, they only had to clean the rest of Japan.

They stayed in Japan for a month and did their pre-op dirty work. While Junko located the survivor camps and rebellion bases in every surviving city, Mukuro and Makoto went all over Japan to conduct rescue missions. Meanwhile, on their downtimes, they would gather information from their mobile bases.

But there was an insider that had helped the team in intel-gathering.

Bing Bring Brrring

That was his cell's ringtone.

Makoto looked at his Enoshima brand of smartphone, self-made by Junko for his and her uses alone. He could see the name of the caller; Deepthroat.

Speak of the devil and they shall answer.

Makoto accepted the call reluctantly.

"Hello, Makoto?" From the other side of the phone call was a woman speaking maturely with a french accent. The way she spoke sounded mysterious and cold. It seemed from day one she wanted to stay in business only terms with the destructive despair-destroying team of three. "The top priority target for your team has been decided by the foundation. I have sent you the information through your wife. Check it with her when you have time."

"Who are you anyway?" Makoto asked. His free roundhouse kick beheaded a black-white shiny golden bear robot in one slash. He didn't need to bat an eye at it. "Some kind of two-bit informant sent by her? And quit calling me Makoto. Only one girl can call me by that name."

"Hm? I don't know what you're talking about, Makoto." As ticked off as Makoto was right now, it wasn't enough for him to blow a fuse. "Just enjoy the ride. This is going to be a crazy one. Trust your Luck. And head to the Garden of Despair."

"Do I need to fight ten different evil ex boyfriends now or what?."

And that was the end of the call.

The woman was just as cryptic and faceless as he remembered.

Which he remembered none.

As Makoto cut an Asura-looking Black-White Bear into ten million atomic pieces by exerting a few fancy hand movements, he looked back to every character he had befriended with in Hope's peak. It wasn't long and their developments were basically really basic and probably non-existent, but thinking about what the despair figure had done to them was sickening.

Yasuhiro was useless, so he was in charge of predicting intruders. His domain was the area around every airport in Japan. He was really incompetent with what he did, as his clairvoyance only had a miniscule chance of succeeding. Mukuro said that if he wasn't too reliant on his ability, she would have a tougher time beating him. Especially with how many cult-like people that worked under him.

Even when he turned "evil" as they often said, he was still a big pushover.

Narita Airport was left that way as bait for Junko, as Japan was shielded by a barrier that was impenetrable except from flights to and fro airports in Japan. It was a cage that held the survivors of Japan in by a certain figure up top. It was something that was still calculated by Junko, but she was surprised that the unlikeliest choice was selected as it hindered the growth and spread of the aliens of despair.

Still, it made Makoto wonder how much was it the alien's plan and how much was it the figure's plan or the brainwashed Hope's Peak students.

Counting Yasuhiro, Junko, Mukuro, and himself, there were still at least twelve students with their own domains and power rankings. Their ranks were given unofficially by Junko through arbitrary manners of info from Deepthroat, but the lower their number the higher their priority was to defeat in toppling the alien's influence over Japan.

The lowest was Leon Kuwata, the baseball prodigy.

While brainwashed, he had gone all over the world to single-handedly destroy every baseball team in the world using baseball alone. It was not obvious at first, as the world thought of him as just a player hungry for glory. It was far too late when every major, minor, grassroot, and underground leagues became Leon's property. With his newfound riches in all things baseball, he founded a baseball niche where he was no longer the prodigy; he became the legitimate king of baseball. Every decision regarding baseball world-wide was now under his control. No ifs and buts. Now he sat on his throne made of baseball peripherals and gears and lord over his female-only baseball team: Kuwata City's Leons.

It was Leon's idea to legalize and approve of mixed baseball teams. At first it was a novel idea that revolutionized baseball, where competent females were able to participate in what was once a gender-gated sport. Leon's bet paid off, as it seamlessly showed how competent they were, considering the team that consisted of Leon and eight random girls plus reserves he trained from scratch was able to take down MLB juggernauts and even won against the World All-Stars team by an astronomical margin. However, it was soon apparent that cracks had started to form all over that which Leon had created for the world.

Even though it's a baseball team, they were more of a sick and twisted model of a sports team. Inhuman training hours spanning twenty hours of torture everyday without rest. Players being treated as nothing short of replaceable peons and used goods. Training regiments became less about improving the players and more on increasing loyalty, faith, and dependence for Leon. Carrot and stick was the model of his abuse of women, except there was no carrot after the sticks had landed indefinitely. The mortality rate from internal factors alone was astronomically high and the turnover rates of the team matched with the number of players that had vanished into thin air. They were less baseball players and more trafficked slaves. Because they were literal slaves trafficked from every corner of the world disguised as scouted players for the Leons; all of them were women which Leon had enticed to join his team with the promise of riches and glory. Everything that was not sports related were managed horrendously, creating a perpetual cycle of depression, compliance, and suicidal behaviors.

Leon was the first target to be stopped as soon as possible, even if his priority was the lowest in the list. Tracking his trafficking ring was partly why Junko had such a tough time stabilizing everything outside Japan. His activity was hidden by every sports beaurocrat the world over, and it pushed Junko to the brink of frustration over playing everything absolutely safe so as to not tip the alien's attention. Now that the aliens were playing defensive, it was the right time to take down Leon.

Makoto cut down a drill monster black and white bear before he sheathed his blade. The lift was unfortunately dead so he had to take the stairs. Rising to the top one step at a time, he recounted the pain he had to endure over being unable to save some of the tortured athletes. Now before the door to his love nest, he opened the door expecting a sleeping Junko.

"Good morning, honeybunny."

He wasn't surprised, however, when he instead found Junko in a naked apron holding a tray of breakfast for him.

"Morning, sugarbunny."

Makoto was smaller than Junko, so when they hugged his head was perfectly nestled just above Junko's bosom. Sharing their morning routine of good morning kisses thereafter, Makoto reported the increase of bear machines all over town and how Mukuro was busy with the clean-up outside. If the story had an M-rating, this was when they would start their highly-detailed and very diverse intercourse.

Several intercourse had passed.

Mukuro came in just in time to see Junko and Makoto already eating around the dinner table. They were sweatier than usual, leaving Mukuro speechless as she nodded as per usual. She knew what happened and she kept it to herself.

"So," Mukuro began. "Robot invasion."

"Go take a shower first, you idiot. You stink of oil. You're ruining my Makoto breakfast time."

Junko spat out. Her tone was full of malice.

"She didn't mean it, Mukuro. She's just high on sex."

"I'll show you some high on sex."

Mukuro pinched the bridge of her nose.

Makoto fell down from his chair when Junko tackled him. Prying her kissy face with both of his hands, he looked at Mukuro. "Run before she starts reciting the kamasutra again."

"Too late Makobuns! We're doing some boy on top action now!"

Mukuro stood up from the chair and headed for the bathroom, grumbling all the way. Behind her were the sound of sex and more sex. If anything was a dealbreaker, it was how her sister had transformed into some kind of nympho.

And since she was a nympho, the gene inside her must be of a nympho too. They were twins after all, and the thought of that made her severely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, as Mukuro disrobed and showered, the love hotel rocked from its foundation to its tippest top. The bathroom wall was slowly dented with the form of Mukuro's forehead.

"Sister dearest."

"What is it, Mukuro my dear?"

Junko replied to her sister amidst the wrecked room that was once the dining room and the kitchen. She was still wearing her apron and nothing else, with a semi-exhausted Makoto gasping for air on the couch in the cleaner living room.

Mukuro didn't know where to look. Her disheveled, sweaty, and squid-smelled sister. Or her disheveled, sweaty, and squid-smelled brother-in-law. Whichever way she looked, she found disappointment.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she felt shame clamping her back. To be with two crazed individuals along her journey had made her grumpy and frustrated. At this point, her sister was just showing off her husband to her and it was disheartening. She used to look up to her sister, but now she wondered where that dignified and terrorizing figure had gone.

"Mukuro, my offer still stands, you know," Junko grinned like a cat. A cat in heat. "I'm always down for a three-"

Mukuro responded in less than 0.1 second the moment she heard the word 'three.'

"And we're done here," Mukuro interrupted. Her hands covering her ears as if she was tuning herself out of reality. "We're going to Leon's domain today and the sooner we start the better! Now go take a bath you loony lovebirds!"

Mukuro was absolutely disgusted by her sister's offer.

Monogamy should be the way to go. Love should be pure! That's what Mukuro told herself deep inside her heart. She has the heart of a soldier. A warrior. A pure and adulterated trooper.

Had she said that without covering her ears like a kid rejecting existence itself, Junko and Makoto, who were still a mess, would take her at least a little bit more seriously though.

Mukuro picked both Junko and Makoto up like cats and threw the both of them to the bathroom with her monster-like strength. Desperate times called for desperate actions, and Mukuro had had enough with their nonsense. She wanted the day to end so she could stay on guard duty again and retreat from the vices of worldly hormonal pleasures.

Then she realized something.

Something extremely bad.

She threw them both inside the bathroom. They were a mess and borderline naked. Worst of all, they were horny.

Obscenely horny.

"God, no," she prayed. Her sins had weighed on her shoulders, completely breaking her stoic expression. For once she prayed to whoever could hear her plea. "Please, I don't care who heard my desperate request. Please, please, please, let there be peace!"

And so the bath was rocked alongside the love hotel once more.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

Mukuro's scream of despair echoed throughout the entire known and unknown universe until it reached the edge of existence and beyond. She planted her face against the cleaned dinner table. Repeatedly.

Too bad it didn't knock her unconscious. The problem with being a war veteran was her immunity to paltry tricks like that. It was a sign that she needed to wage crime against reality itself. Eventually.

When would the pain stop?

For her it was two hours later.

And then the cycle of sex and annoyance would continue.

Leon Kuwata sat on his throne made of baseball peripherals and equipment. He used to be the Ultimate Baseball Prodigy, which he exchanged for the title of the Ultimate Baseball King.

Leon Kuwata

The Ultimate Baseball King

"Master Leon," a maid wearing a fetishized uniform, spoke to him without a speck of emotion. "You have a meeting scheduled today with your league's stakeholders at 3 pm today. Would you like to attend it?"

"What kind of king attends a meeting scheduled by his peons?" Leon scoffed. "If they want to meet me, have them come to me. Use that device we used to transfer our players undetected but in reverse for them or something. Don't you have a brain, idiot maid?"

"I'm very sorry Master Leon," the maid bowed. "Your wish is my command."

For her loyalty, Leon slammed her stomach with a great swing from his favorite baseball bat. The maid was sent flying onto the wall and stayed there, unmoving. To that sight, Leon sighed, and whistled to the empty room.

From above, a maid jumped down with the same fetishized uniform as the unmoving maid. She kneeled down, as if she was offering her head for Leon. To her appearance, Leon grinned.

"You've always been prudent, haven't you, head maid?"

"Wherever I am needed, I will meet their expectations," she stood up and looked Leon in the eyes. "I will activate the teleporter at your behest, Master Leon. Have a nice day."

When Leon blinked, the maid wasn't there and so was the maid that remained unmoving on the wall.

Leon liked that maid. She did what she was told to do and not do to his benefits and satisfactions. No matter the time nor the place. Had she not saddled herself with such circumstances, he would be all over her about now like he would do her every night.

Still, even to a king, some things were better left undefiled.

He grinned a mighty one, as he looked at the city he poured his blood, sweat, and people's tears into. It was his own city, the Kuwata City. Where every population in town belonged to him as his teammates. From the office workers saddled with death marches after death marches to the forced laborers paving the streets while being whipped by her superiors; all was his to mold and command as he pleased.

His riches grew and grew as his mind was fully distorted. He knew his kingdom well, and so did every baseball league in the world.

He controlled them all.

He owned them all.

Truly, he was the ultimate baseball king.

As he sat on his throne of baseball peripherals and equipment, laughing stark mad as if he was possessed, he heard a loud explosion from the other side of the window overlooking the city.

Then another.

And then another.

And another one.

The alarm rang as sirens blared throughout his penthouse. He hadn't had the chance to experience something like this before, as it would mean someone had invaded his kingdom. A large screen appeared from the ceiling above and showed live footage in 4k resolution.

"You!"

Leon's scream was understandable. It was part confusion and part bewilderment. Seeing Makoto Naegi on his flatscreen, alongside two of his favorite bodacious babes beside him, made him tremble in absolute anger.

Those two were the catch he never caught. The ball he never smacked. The base he never stole. The home run he never hit. The bench he never warmed. The scoreboard he never flipped. The stadium he never filled. The Koshien he never kissed. The inning he never aced. The straight ball he never shot. The curve he never swerved. The fork he never dropped. The gyro he never spun. The uniform he never wore. The helmet he never cleaned. The bat he never cracked. The teammate he never whipped. The student he never trained. The salary he never cashed. The player he never defeated.

He was utterly and unbearably jealous of Makoto.

"Damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit!" He pressed a button, where from the ceiling a mic dropped, and readied a guttered bellow. "To all my slutty manager maids and their subhuman serfs, my filthy and incompetent cattle executives, and my useless slave teammates; a group of intruders has sneaked into my domain uninvited. Your job is to kill these intruders except the girls. I repeat, kill all intruders except the girls! Bring those girls to me so I can finally praise you useless sacks of shit I call my teammates. Dismissed!"

He rested his back against his throne, clearly shaken by the new development. It was like that time he almost lost to a team of shonen underdogs. If things went the same as they did before, he would acquire three more slutty baseball manager maids under his wraps.

Which made him drool from the quality product that was Junko and Mukuro; twin sisters in a single package.

But what if he lost the 9:1 match-up instead?

Nah.

No he wouldn't.

He was the king. The King! THE ULTIMATE BASEBALL KING!

He'd pitch the nastiest breaking ball and destroy every spine with his wicked baseball bat! He'd steal asses like he'd steal bases. He'd clap those luscious cheeks like doing a grand-slam in the first inning! He would win. There was no doubt about it!

"Come at me, Makoto Naegi," Leon grumbled, feet tapping incessantly against the red carpeted floor. "I'll show you why I'm called the King."

A mad cackle echoed throughout his penthouse atop his castle baseball condo.

"So, Junko?"

"Yes, Makoto dearest?"

"Why are we playing baseball right now?"

The audience of brainwashed brainlets were screaming and cheering from the top of their lungs and bellowed from the depths of their stomach. It was a full seat match, even if it was an utterly forced gesture on their opponent's part. Makoto could only see lost souls trapped inside a bear mask and living in an unfair society.

"First at bat: Makoto Naegi!"

The announcer called out to Makoto, neglecting his consent in the whole thing. He looked to Junko who was chilling on the bench who gave him two thumbs-up. One for his compliance, and the other as a genuine support.

"They're calling for you, champ."

Junko pushed Makoto out of the bench.

Makoto held his ground, but Junko was strong enough to push his cyber-infused body. "You said we're going to infiltrate Leon City!"

"That's what we're doing now, slugger!"

"This wasn't in the briefing!"

"You called fornicating on the truck a briefing?" Mukuro huffed as she rolled her eyes. "You guys should be less man and woman of action."

Makoto wanted to protest, but this one was on him and Junko.

How hard would playing baseball be?

His opponent, standing on the pitcher mound, was a gigantic man twelve times the size of Makoto. He was a genuine giant in a literal sense. The ball was tiny in his hand. So tiny that he had to carefully squeeze it between his thumb and index finger with the right amount of power as to not pop it into smithereens. How Leon was able to snatch a literal giant and had him play baseball was beyond Makoto, but he respected the hustle.

"Our pitcher from the Oceanian Giants is the final pureblooded giant in the world! His team is composed of powerful players that specialize in hitting things to space!" True to the commentator's words, everyone beside the giant pitcher was a goddamned gorilla in human form, who happened to be giants six times bigger than Makoto.

Something told him they weren't Oceanians at all.

"He's the champion of the giants and his name shows for it! He's Giant Man!" The narrator continued as gorillas who looked like humans who were close to gorillas who were actually humans who looked like gorillas like a gorilla would slam their clenched hands against their chests like hammer pounding a flat surface. Seeing their leader GIant Man being introduced and hyped by the commentator made each gorilla men who looked like gorillas who were actually human which looked a lot like gorillas like a gorilla would but actually human scream and shout their fired up bomber souls all out. "And Giant Man's entourage of cousins and nephews, the Gorilla Men!"

They were bulky with broad shoulders and grand muscles, like a gorilla. Their faces were full of wrinkles and their eyes were lit with primal rage, like a gorilla. Had they had a body full of hair and a paler ashen complexion they would truly be a gorilla, but unfortunately all of them were compensating for something else, actually as a matter of fact like a gorilla. They were all gorillas, except humans, but like a gorilla.

It was obvious why the crowd had such a wild and primal reaction.

"On first base, first baseman Binti Jua!" To his introduction, the gorilla man roared and hopped about like a monkey. Simian to that, he asserted his dominance by taunting Makoto in a mocking gorillan way. He was actually human, but just happened to look like gorillas. Which would be what a gorilla looked like in fact, except he was a true blue hue human. "A feral herbivore on first base that had seen his fair share of battles in Afghanistan! He was a part of the space exploration team after his early retirement from leg amputation over stray missiles. With a bio-synthetic symbiotic leg with rocket propulsion installed, he had never let any sliders steal his post in his thirty years of underground illegal-now-legal baseball career!"

The first baseman would be the second-most crucial position in baseball, possibly the third. Having a good first baseman would mean a lot of things; but the most obvious one would be calling outs on players who managed to hit the ball and had the ball hit the ground or hit the wall outside of the foul line. If the first baseman couldn't catch the ball that was thrown at him and call an out on a runner, then that first baseman should step out of the sacred field of ball battleground and warm the bench with his cold lifeless body.

"Ooo," Junko cooed, amused by the development. "But my Makoto is better than him."

"Next up on second base, Jambo!" This gorilla-looking gorilla-like man clapped his hands together and waved both his hands at the crowd which cheered for him in return. He was an agile man, as if he was a gorilla, as he had done a flip, a handstand, a breakdance, and flew in the air using the power of his mind in the span of a continuous two seconds loop. He had all of that and some more, except one thing; he had no funny face. His face was as serious as a gorilla-looking gorilla-like gorilla human who was actually human who just looked like a gorilla and in fact was a human and not a gorilla could have. "As a second baseman, Jambo is essentially a God amongst men. Or more accurately, a Gorilla amongst men! But he is not a gorilla. He is a man who looks like a gorilla!"

The commentator's speech echoed across the stadium through the loudspeakers. Tension had risen significantly as the crowd began to ramp up their cheering volumes.

Makoto wouldn't lie that it made him slightly concerned about his performance.

He looked at his ring finger.

The sight of a single ring calmed him down.

From the bench, Junko looked at her ring finger and kissed the ring she wore.

"Nothing can beat you now, Makoto," Junko pressed her ring against her cheek. "Not when we're together that is."

Had it been any other people, Mukuro would gag. Since it was her sister, she held back a single teardrop from her eye. She would rather her sister act purer than lustier, but she guessed that would be too tall of an order.

"The shortstop accompanying our handsome second baseman gorilla would be the fan favorite among single mothers; Alfred!" A gorilla man silently raised his hands to the sky and there were fainting moans of single mothers muffled by the bear mask they wore. The gorilla-like man who was a man but looked like a gorilla was in fact a man that happened to look like a gorilla. He had his bangs cover his eyes like some erotic game protagonist. "This gorilla man brings all the MILF to the yards, lads. You better believe it!"

"Boring," Mukuro yawned from the bench. "That man's clearly a pushover."

"Bet you his dick is small." Junko added.

Both sisters chuckled.

"On third baseman, here's Colossus!" Colossus the gorilla-esque man blew kisses onto the spectators, but only met with boo and jeer. It made the gorilla-looking human who looked like a gorilla which in-fact was not a gorilla but a human who just happened to look like a gorilla a bit sad. He sat on the sacred baseball ground all grumpy but still spirited enough to wave at his niche fans of politicians who returned his kisses back to him. In all honesty, his face looked very political, but that's it. "He's a very political member of the Oceanian Giants, folks. As you can see from his political face! He advocates for the ban of racial slurs and uncensored porn! The duality of gorilla-looking humans around the world!"

"Nice. I'm down for uncensored porn." Junko remarked.

"What about racial slurs?"

"And missing out on so many gamer moments on the internet? Get real, sis." Junko snidely retorted. "If you want to neuter the whole internet in one go, sure I guess, but you can't end racism by only banning racial slurs. That's like saying you want to ban cheese but don't ban the ingredients to make cheese. That's some backward ass thinking. Only busybodies and micromanaging control freaks would think of that. What banning racial slurs would mean banning the known slurs and then proceed to ban anything, and I mean anything that sounds the least bit racist will be banned next. After a few hours we'll only have words made up from scratch or we'll probably learn sign language to compensate, but even then it would become the next racial slurs after three seconds of breathing, rendering all the effort to ban racial slurs futile and pointless."

"But will it happen as you say it will, sis?"

Junko bonked Mukuro's head with her shoe.

"Dumbass. I'm the Ultimate Analyst. If I say it'll happen, it'll happen. Read some books that aren't about survival training, cut bank on your New Guinea beans, and start having hobbies that aren't playing pretend with guns like they're some muppets, you war junkie freak."

Mukuro held her hands where she was bonked and mumbled her response.

"Yes, sister."

"Support uncensored porn, Mukuro," Junko added. "Censored porn makes people violent. Let them see the goods. They're not children. Children shouldn't even be watching porn. If some parents complained their kids are watching porn, they should have taught the kids better, or limit the use of the internet using browser safeties. Governments aren't your kids' babysitter. The only thing they'll babysit are multi billionaire assholes with more capital than all third world countries combined."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mukuro raised her brow in deviance. "Isn't this segment all about baseball now?"

"Like anyone's going to read this part. They'll just skip it to where the pitcher pitches his ball, anyway."

"Please don't do that."

"Too late. I'm pretty sure we're running out of monkey names too."

Suddenly sparks of thunder emerged from Colossus' eyes.

The third baseman turned to Junko. Apparently he had taken offense to Junko's reasoning. Junko wasn't afraid of him, and met the gorilla-like human's gaze head on.

"Next up, we have the outfielders, baby!" The narrator continued, unabated by the awkwardness that had set in uninvited between the Ultimate Analyst and the Third Baseman Colossus. "These fine gentlemen might look like gorillas, but they are actually gorillas! That's right folks, you might not believe your eyes, but these three gorillas are actually real gorillas!"

"Hoo boy," Junko stared blankly, as if she had just tripped herself into a nightmare. "Someone's obviously very overeager about this."

"Introducing the Gorillastar Sisters! Three female gorillas personally-trained by Leon to excel in baseball against all of their peers and baseball pros! Not even Ichiro could match up to them!"

Mukuro sat silently on the bench.

"I'm not even sure what to say right now," she lamented. "Can't we just, oh I don't know, beat these guys with violence?"

Junko bonked her sister with her shoe once again.

"Right fielder, Gorianne! Center fielder, Goriko! And as Left fielder, Princess Antoinette!"

"I saw that one coming," Junko guffawed. "I knew Leon would be desperate enough to dress up monkeys, well these are gorillas, in skirts and call them baseball players! What a riot!"

Mukuro pinched the bridge of her nose. She really wanted to be somewhere else right now. How long will these stupid introductions continue? Is there any way for her to escape this bad deal on her own? No, they needed exactly nine people to play baseball, and if she bailed right now they would lose one crucial member in a team of three people.

As much as she loathed everything, Junko's plan was absolutely brilliant as usual. To crush these former hopefuls, she would utilize hope to combat despair. Since Leon was a proud baseball player, she would use his title against him. To put that gear in the machine, she needed to compete in a game of baseball with Leon's domain at stake!

And so it was time to play ball. There were probably a few Gorillas that weren't introduced, but Mukuro's musings had skipped all of them. Time truly moved faster when one wasn't paying attention!

The first at bat was Junko. Against the gigantic ape, there was no way Junko would be able to score a hit. The entire stadium was filled with roars of spectators indulging in the ape utterly trashing the Ultimate Despair into the ground. Insults and taunts flew over the guardrails and spilled onto the field, as if Junko had drowned in a sea of curses.

Still, the first pitch of the game is crucial. That much is true with any game. If it's football, the first shot would be the most crucial part of the first offense from the first kick-off. In athletics, the first high score dictated the flow of the competition. In mahjong, the first riichi that a player announced would shape the game that had been played. It was the same for Baseball and its first pitch, for it painted a picture of what the team's lead was capable of doing.

Although the opponent was an ape, he was not a dumb ape. The Gorillas had trained under the strict measurement of the King of Baseball himself, afterall. It was not a joke to anyone living in his domain either, as everyone that got exploited by the King had tasted defeat when the Gorillas steamrolled them into a flat paste.

The first pitch by the ace of the Gorillas was always the same. It was a straight ball that flew at the speed close to light. Only a handful of people were able to hit the straight shot of a ball that the ace of apes called "The Snipe". If the Ape was not careful, and if it ever hit a player, the recipient would have their body a brand new 7.5 centimeter hole to fill.

The moment of truth was close at hand. The first pitch that would shape their destiny moving forward. The apes had their neurons fired up, and their pitcher as well. Something between the ape's legs began to grow exponentially, and it was not the ape's tail.

With a smirk on his face, the ape licked his lips, before he threw a meteor from the mound. The friction against air had created flames that surrounded it in the shape of a baboon's head. Its roar was felt by everyone in the stadium at the slight interval of 0.1 second. The ace of apes had named the pitch his ultimate creation: the Flame Baboon ball!

And with a swing that cracked the sound barrier and whipped a vacuum by the bat, the meteor was sent back into space by the twin-tailed hitter.

Everyone in the stadium had their jaws dropped to the ground from how unbelievable it was. The sequence of action that transpired had their delayed reactions, but everyone felt the same emotions of awe and shock. The jeering and booing alongside the venting and taunting was silenced in mere seconds. What the audience heard aside from Junko humming a tune only she was familiar with was the sound of their bones melting into goo as they slumped down their cushy chairs.

All of the audience were protokuma robots! They looked like Junko's creations, but they were actually robots! Incredible!

Then nothing happened for twenty more hours except baseball games.

So on and so forth until the team won their game.

Next up would be against the Overworked Manlets. A team full of people which Leon had described as manlets. They were former baseball stars who got defeated in an honest to goodness baseball match and had their entire career ruined by Leon. Now, they could only perform in a team designed to mock and torture them forever.

But if they were to be introduced they would take too much time and would be filler content anyway. Not one of those athletes mattered in the grand scheme of things, except one man named Jack who gave Junko the "Winning Bat" after three hours worth of lengthy flashback. With said key item in her snatch, the team was dead set on winning against their next match.

Now, on to the next few matches.

There were a few more matches, but after the team of gorillas and manlets, absolutely nothing was worth talking about. Sure the atrocities which Leon committed were utterly devoid of humanity. Not to mention they were wholly egotistical and narcissistic. Yet the less that was said about them, the better.

Junko kicked the twelve meter tall sturdy golden door to Leon's bedchamber. Leon Kuwata had been busy juicing since morning and at the moment he was busy lifting a comically large set of dumbbells on both hands. The group had expected Leon to be abusing some girls while he was lifting, but it seemed Junko's analysis of Leon was slightly wrong.

Leon's overall body mass had sharply sextupled in the span of twenty hours. He was once lean but muscular, but now he looked like a coomer who used two hands instead of one. His head was a bit too tiny for his roided figure. If he didn't look like a jacked up and hulked out gorilla, the three of them would be laughing at him right now.

In-fact, Junko was already on the verge of laughing. Her chuckling didn't escape Leon's ears.

"So you have come, maggots," Leon dropped his one million ton dumbbells from both hands and it made a dent on the titanium floor. "I can't believe you've defeated my forty elite baseball teams in twenty hours flat. And you're not even playing with a full team."

"Your athletes suck, Leon," Junko grinned as she jeered at the muscle monster before her. "Maybe next time, don't use drugs on your top players. Winners never use drugs, you know."

"And cybernetic implants make you a winner, Cyborg Ninja?"

Leon knew it seemed that Makoto had cybernetic implants inside his body. Makoto didn't deny him. It was a complicated situation for him at the time. He wanted to have a flashback, but he should save it for another occasion.

"Sorry Leon, but," Makoto paused as he stepped forward. "Only my wife can call me that."

Junko squealed from the bottom of her lungs.

"Your wife calls you Cyborg Ninja?" Leon raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

Makoto nodded.

"I got the idea from watching memes!" Junko excitedly exclaimed. "Plus, having a ninja as your partner is suuuper hot!"

"You got married?" Leon asked with disbelief.

Makoto nodded.

Junko nodded at three times Makoto's speed.

"Yeah?" For exactly one word he sounded so defeated, flaked out of his mightier-than-thou mindset and back to pushover Leon. Although he recovered soon after. "Well, big deal. Bet you haven't had sex with her, virgin."

"No, they actually breed like rabbits whenever possible," Mukuro protested. Remembering that fact ached her head. "Sometimes, they were at it for an entire weekend."

Leon's eyes widened. "An entire weekend?"

Mukuro nodded.

"Also," Junko proudly raised her face with the tip of her nose being as far upward as possible. Then, she gave Leon a very smug look. She had the perfect answer for Leon's pathetic remark herself. "Makoto's pOnOs is one-hundred percent natural, just like my boobies. And he's packing a horse in there as much as I'm packing cows in here!"

Junko smacked Makoto's ass. The clapping of his asscheeks made Leon look. It was a very distinct clap of open palm against cheek. Leon missed the moment Junko smacked her own titties.

"What was that for?"

Junko smacked his ass once again. The clapping of his asscheeks made Leon look, again. It was a very distinct clap of open palm against cheek.

Leon swore he saw them jiggle for a bit and it made him blink twice.

"Ow!"

"For having a pair of sexy cheeks, honey." Junko licked her lips and wiped the drool that came out of her mouth. Then, in a moment of absolute clarity only the Ultimate Analyst had, she declared to the world. "We're not sleeping until morning after this, Makoto!"

"Honey, I don't think we'll live through to the morning if we rumble all night."

But Junko was not taking a no for his answer.

Makoto swallowed his own spit, worried of what was about to come.

In anger, Leon snapped his fingers. Instantly, two squads of scantily-clad female ninja baseball players of different ethnicities dropped down from the ceiling. Though they had the mannerisms of ninjas, they looked more like cosplayers. There was one thing that was consistent though: Everyone used baseball tools as their ninja gears.

Assessing the situations, Mukuro announced. "Twenty-five baseball kunoichis. All of them are armed and controlled."

Junko shot one in the head. The kunoichi was knocked out in an instant with the shock caused by the non-lethal electrical pellet. "Twenty-four."

Makoto threw stun daggers at random trajectory and shocked three unassuming female ninjas who were caught off-guard. Makoto rushed toward them and tossed them out of the room and then the one Junko incapacitated. "Twenty-one."

The baseball ninjas were now spreading-out and in formation, but Junko dished out a large cannon aimed at one such action. She had anticipated this beforehand and brought a cannonball with electrified wire-nets as safety precautions. "I'm counting eight in the bag."

The net was shot and it caught six ninjas in it. Three moved out of the way and were swiftly incapacited by both Makoto and Mukuro. Once all nine were thrown out of the room to safety, twelve ninjas were closing in on them.

The three of them had a plan, of course. Junko had given them drafts for everything that could happen. This would be the thirty-fourth scenario out of two hundred, and they had the counterattack already planned and in-motion.

Firstly, incapacitate the initiators. The one at the frontline should be dismantled as soon as possible. Makoto caught two girls by their wrist and shocked them out cold with his electricity-inducing cyber-palms. Junko spun on the air above Makoto and roundhouse kicked one ninja into wonderland by her cheek. Mukuro used the small gaps present between her brother-in-law and twin sister and lodged a taser bullet in-between a kunoichi's breast. The shock made her faint in mid-air as she quickly fell unconscious and to the ground.

Secondly, after the initiators had been defeated, they needed to defend from the first-wave of attacks. Since they were all controlled by despairwave, they had small subsets of programming. The human body could not handle complex subconscious programs, and it was true even for ninjas trained to be closer to robots than humans.

In a span of a minute, the baseball ninjas had thrown approximately one thousand baseballs around the three groups. In less than thirty seconds, Junko and Mukuro produced a barricade of shields which guarded them from one thousand impacts. With every ball hitting the shield, they were able to calculate and redirect the balls' ricochet to hit back at the ninjas.

As the onslaught settled, only three ninjas were left. They looked like the elites of Leon's ninja squad. They were, as expected, nothing compared to Makoto, Junko, and Mukuro.

Finally, to complete the plan, they disarmed the kunoichis and incapacitated them. With every kunoichis defeated and accounted for outside of Leon's bedroom, all three members of the Anti-Despair Squad returned with nary a sweat. The Baseball King couldn't believe what he had seen. His best cosplayers were defeated. He couldn't contact the security force. The three biggest threats to him were now ready to take him out.

Where did he go wrong?

"God, enough already!" Leon charged like a Tank from the critically-acclaimed video game Left 4 Dead 2. "I'm so sick of couples thinking they're the hottest shit! Well guess what, dweebs, you guys aren't the hottest! You're just the shittiest!"

Makoto, Junko, and Mukuro dodged the attack very cleanly. Just a sidestep to the right and his charge became useless. This was never an option with the aliens of despair, but with human-controlled despair agents it was always an option. They were only a few percent despair, with only a smidgen of DNA of despair ingrained into them. Junko had counted on that to be the case, and she was about to bag it in full.

In layman terms, the aliens of despair' genes infused in him were just that strong.

"I know you are under outside influence, Leon," Makoto said as he stood up. "But you're a compulsive letcher who is also the leader of the biggest human trafficking organization on Earth. Prepare to be detained!"

After he recovered from his crash, Leon turned around and snapped his fingers. From everywhere in the room, one hundred and fifty one pitching machines appeared. All of their laser sights were aimed toward the group of three challengers in the room.

"Die!"

At his command, the pitching machines let out barrages of baseballs at them. Each of the baseballs were laden with protruding spikes. Those spiky balls were proven to be more of a problem than they should be, especially with how they were raining down on the trio as if they were raindrops from a storm of water and wind and storm.

To counteract this, the trio went behind Leon and kicked his body from his back like the twelve meter golden steel titanium door that Junko had previously kicked. The plan was successful. Cutscene power had kicked in and by repeatedly tapping the action button, Leon was crushed by his own sweaty balls. The reason why the balls were sweaty was because Leon was excreting a lot of sweat. He was one sweaty-ass boy afterall.

As Leon's whole body was smacked around with balls and spikes and spiked-up spiky balls, Leon fell down onto the ground and he fucking died. However, it was a joke. He did not die. He was actually still alive. If he was still the scrawny kid that he was before, he ought to be dead from those ball bareages, but Leon Kuwata of the present had become the King of Baseball.

He is a king.

He is a baseball player.

He is also transforming into a monster.

Every other baseball player in the world kneeled at his presence. Piss when they heard their name. Shit at the sight of him. Cum at his universe-class galaxy brain plays. Mald whenever he won the game with only zero-point-one percent of his strength. He was at the peak of a mountain called Koshien and higher than Mount Everest.

He stood up, unabated, with nary a single scratch on his folded up and bulging out muscles.

"Damn, and I thought the gorilla team was just a joke," Junko said. "But now their owner has turned into a gorilla."

Of course, it was a figure of speech.

However, for Leon Kuwata, he decided to embrace the monkey in him. When he surpassed humanity and returned to be a monkey, his newfound strength pleased him. His muscles had never been so strong. His limbs had never been so firm. His cheeks had never been so clapped. Never before had he felt like a prime specimen until now.

"Quick Makoto, we have to destroy the moon!"

"There's a simpler solution," Mukuro pulled out a rifle from thin air. It only looked like that because of how fast she assembled them from distinct parts together. The whole assembly took no longer than zero-point-three seconds. She could be faster, but Leon's whole body had distracted her.

She was very close to laughing her ass off.

"Mukuro, stick to the plan."

Mukuro didn't pay Makoto any mind and fired the rifle. Something hit Leon between his eyes and made him fall down. Makoto gasped as the baseball king fell on the ground, seemingly lifeless.

Mukuro turned to Makoto and said, "We're thirty minutes behind schedule. I'm going all in."

"Be careful not to hit his vitals!" Makoto replied as he nodded.

Junko, however, readied her katana. "Alright, don't let down your guard just yet. It's still his turn at bat."

As if waiting for a dramatic moment, Leon stood up. His massive body was now a tower of muscle and mass. His torso and limbs had grown to a maze of protruding veins. Leon Kuwata had jacked up stupendously.

"Are you ready to lose the game, shitheads?" Leon got up from the floor and striked an imposing pose. He was now closer to a giant monkey made out of flesh than fur. He was truly about to go ape shit.

Stretching his elongated arms wide, Leon grappled Makoto by his torso and dashed toward the window overlooking Leon's city. Junko's eyes went wide as Leon defied her expectations. Mukuro pulled out her customized revolver and shot a 60-caliber bullet to his arm, which bounced and clanked against the floor.

To that sudden development, Makoto mustered his strength and broke free from Leon's clutches. It took him most of his strength to overpower his grab, and Junko knew the Baseball King had become a problem for them. Readying his katana, Makoto turned toward Junko. "Are our odds still good?"

Junko shook her head. "We might not have a definite win, but it's not a definite loss either."

"My luck's time to shine then."

Makoto sprinted toward Leon, who had swiped his arm to swat Makoto against the wall. Anticipating that, Makoto jumped, spun his body, and used the carried speed of his ascent to slash Leon's arm. His effort was fruitless, for it didn't draw any blood. In addition, he had to escape from Leon's attack range, and it cost more stamina than he thought. A lot of his body had been exchanged with robotic parts, but he still had a limited amount of energy to expend.

"Lucky dodge, Makoto," Leon quipped. "And that's all there is to it. Luck. Without that you are nothing."

"Maybe so," Makoto replied as he strafed toward Leon's left. "But when all is said and done, I lucked out a loving wife and you will still have no luck with bitches."

At his comeback, Leon finally lost his cool. He let out a scream which shattered the trophies in his room. His eyes were bloodshot and his veins had popped out all over his shirtless body.

Leon motioned with his hand, slitting Naegi's throat with his fingers. "That's it, Naegi. You're fucking dead!"

Even with his gigantic form, Leon was still with his temper tantrum. Makoto decided it was a bad thing, and Junko agreed. As a person, Leon was just an overexcited dickhead. As one of the harbinger of despair, he became a powerful overexcited dickhead. As of now, the titanic form of the baseball king had foregone his original plan of smashing all three despair-busters against the window and squashing them against the street. With both of his bulging and muscular arms the size of a small motorcycle, he pounded his fists against the floor and created a localized earthquake at his penthouse suite.

"Brace for a fall," Mukuro screamed as she quickly tossed a few tools without hesitation toward them. "Do it just like how we practiced it."

The two of them nodded and readied their designated tools. For Makoto it was a grappling hook. For Junko it was a winch. And for Mukuro it was a dash toward them.

When the floor broke apart, they were freefalling one-hundred floors-worth of height. With the rate they were flying down toward the lobby of the Leon Tower, they might as well be falling from the elevator to the moon to Earth. While they were in the air, a large piece of platform had become the stage of battle.

In one corner, the King of Baseball. He had become a ten-feet gorilla but with the head of an orange-haired baseball king. In his hand was a support pillar that he used like a gigantic baseball bat. Clearly the king was ready to play ball.

In the other corner, the Ultimate Lucky Student. He had watched the world turn from good to bad in a span of three months. He was gone for a long time, resurfacing once he learned his high school friends were in trouble. Things had developed far too much to stay the same, and he wasn't about to embrace the change. He would try to return everything to normal once again, even if it killed him.

"It's just you and me this time, Baseball Player."

"I'm not letting you get an out from me, Lucky Bastard."

To his ever-changing and ever-guttural voice, Makoto readied his blade. His goal was not to kill him, but fend him long enough to uncover one vital part of his despair transformation. His despairization.

Because of the nature of the despair DNA, a strike against a despair core would revert its owner back to before his despaired state. They would not have their memories erased, but their mind would be much more stable than when they had become the monsters they were now. Makoto's mission all along was to hit this core inside Leon's body.

"Makoto," Junko said through his codec. She was flying free-fall with Mukuro's arm around her waist. "You can find his despair core near the thumb of his left hand. Good luck"

After she said that, she threw her katana into the air. In return, she caught what Makoto had thrown at her; it was their ring.

"Keep that safe until I get back."

And Junko quivered in mid-air.

Pressing the speaker against his ear, the call ended. Makoto gripped the large platform he was falling ever downward with Leon on, readying his own katana with a wind-up. In-front of him was his enemy. A friend he needed to save from his outbursts of desire.

As history foretold the battle of mettle.
Disgraced souls converged to the shaping of ideals.

Despair. Hope. The Future.

Leon swung first, using the pillar that was from his bedroom, and Makoto jumped. Landing on the pillar, he ran forward and went close to Leon's face and kicked it. The impact caused Leon to release the pillar and it crashed against a wall somewhere on the twenty thousandth floor. But before Makoto could celebrate his small victory, Leon's right hand had grabbed Makoto by his left leg.

With a smirk, Leon rose up from the platform they were on and slammed Makoto straight through the platform as if hammering a nail through plywood. His arm, three thousand gorillas strong, bore a Makoto-shaped hole through the platform. With three seconds of delay, the platform cracked around the hole before it shattered explosively.

Makoto felt the full pain coursing through his nerves, especially as his back crashed against the wall of the one thousand eight hundred and nineteenth floor and skidded down through the ninetieth. The shock made him cough blood as various parts of his body went numb. He blinked as he looked above, where Leon was ready to smash his gigantic right fist, nine thousand gorillas strong, against his entire body.

In a choice between fight or flight, Makoto chose flight. He slammed both of his elbows below him and went down one floor lower. Leon, having missed his intended target, broke through the wall and into one of the rooms in the one thousand seven hundred and fourteenth floor. As Makoto jumped on the hole the platform made, he could hear a prideful roar full of anger below him.

Makoto saw a door blasted open by the force of a shoulder charge by an ape-shit monster gorilla. In the gorilla's hand was a baseball bat. From a glance, Makoto deduced that it was made out of diamonds. The next thing he deduced was his arms going numb in five seconds. As he guessed right and his hands went absolutely numb from the pain, he pushed the bat back using the full force of his cybernetic arms.

As they fell further down below, the both of them landed on a giant bridge at the same time. With the power and the speed of their downfall, the giant bridge couldn't cushion their fall and went down below them. Now with a new platform to stand on, the two of them walked slowly to its middle.

Makoto's fists glowed yellow as sparks flew out of his fingers. Leon's body was overflowing with swagger as he walked closer and closer toward Makoto. Both of them were now in punching range of each other's fists. Makoto looked up as Leon looked down, their fists clenched for the bloodshed in-front of them.

Leon raised his right fist above him, the diamond bat in his hand, and met Makoto's own as it went down. Surprising Leon, who was using the strength of twenty-seven thousand gorillas to take down Makoto, he continued by raising his left hand. As Makoto made his left hand clash against Leon's own, he unsheathed his sword from Leon's blind-spot and slashed Leon's exposed palm. As blood spurted out, Makoto could see a foreign tentacle-like object wedged inside through the open wound.

Quickly, Leon covered his wounded palm and jumped back. Makoto had to capitalize on this single moment of weakness and rushed in for the critical kill. Unable to swing the bat efficiently in his shaken form, Leon whiffed his swing and Makoto went under him. Sliding down the tunnel under Leon's crotch, Makoto turned in an instant and slashed Leon's heels. As blood spurted out from them, Leon fell down to his knees and groaned in gorilla pain.

Not over with his onslaught, Makoto ran up Leon's back and jumped over his head. With a twirl as he fell down, he kicked Leon's covering arm to the side. With the open wound of his left hand's palm exposed once again, Makoto slashed the despair DNA core.

As the core was cut in two, it violently broke out of Leon's palm and disintegrated into thin air as if it was melting. Landing on the bridge once more, they were descending close to floor five hundredth. Out of breath, Makoto sheathed his blade. At that moment, when Makoto's guard was at its lowest, Leon violently jammed his diamond bat against Makoto's stomach and slammed him flying into the air.

As he coughed blood, he could see something sticking out of Leon's right palm. Under the cuts of the diamond bat was another despair DNA core. As he floated in the air, Leon leapt past him and swung his diamond bat against Makoto's head. With the sound of a cracked skull, Makoto went past the five hundredth and straight into the ground floor in two seconds. Makoto's body slammed against the ground floor and bounced two meters aboveground. Without hesitation, Leon caught Makoto's bounced body, wedged his diamond bat inside Makoto's stomach, and skewered him swiftly into the ground.

Makoto could feel his cybernetic parts going limp. He looked at Leon, who was regressing back to his original form. He was battered all over, with one rising tentacle of despair coming from his right palm, he smirked as he spat on Makoto's face. Not a moment too soon, Leon swatted aside the katana from Makoto's right arm.

He wasn't about to take any chances.

"You're down on the ground pinned by my diamond bat. You're helpless. Your sword swatted aside and out of your reach. Your wife is up there ready to be beaten to pulp by me. Any last words?"

Makoto took a deep breath.

"No, that's wrong." Makoto reached out above him with his left hand and sliced the tentacle with the katana that Junko tossed into the air. "I'm not helpless at all."

With the despair tentacle disintegrating in thin air, Leon keeled over. Makoto caught him, making sure he didn't land the wrong way. After setting aside Leon somewhere safe on the ground, he raised his left fist above him and clenched it hard.

Despair was defeated. Hope had won. The Future was secured.

As Junko and Mukuro landed safely on the ground, hugging the battered Makoto tightly in their arms, twelve figures oversaw them from outside of Leon Tower.

On the top of a building far away, cloaked in mysterious darkness, twelve people oversaw everything. As they watched the Ultimate Baseball King overthrown by the Anti-Despairs, their expressions were of disgust. They looked as if they were looking at trash.

"Not even worth my time."

Not saying another word, the figure of richness flew on his private helicopter. A figure of deranged loyalty stayed in his shadow, protecting him from harm. His expression remained unchanging as he left the scene, as stoic as he had ever been.

"And the king was naked all along," A showy girl caked-up in a plethora of make-up muttered. "Defeated by our leader's own brother no less."

"I had to postpone a gig for this?" While rolling her eyes and spitting spiteful tone, a girl dressed in glints and glamors groaned in disgust. "Lame."

A large woman crossed her arms and shook her head, disappointed at his shameful display, before she disappeared out of sight as if she was never there.

A silent girl in tactical underwater gear quietly left the scene.

One by one, the other figure soon disappeared.

Out of a dozen, only three stayed to observe the rescue operation. With a katana on his belt, a gentleman draped in traditional samurai garb stood up from his sitting position. At his lead, the last two rose up from their seats, singular. The figure in feminine clothing was sitting on the masculine man's lap. The masculine figure picked up the feminine figure like a bride before placing feminine figure on the same level as the masculine figure.

"They've grown stronger," the traditionally-clothed man proclaimed. "I cannot wait to trade blows with you, Makoto Naegi."

"And also lovey-dovey too. Just like us, right?" With the brightest smile, the feminine figure roped their arm around the masculine figure's. "Let's go back to our love nest, darling."

The masculine figure nodded to the feminine figure's proposed plan. He looked at the pair out in the distance and said his part. "See you later, Naegi, Ikusaba, Enoshima."

When the backup team arrived to sweep the rooftops, they were already gone. Except for one. She was not here for the rescue operation. She was here to observe the progress.

A girl with white hair and of many talents. Her eyes cold and calculating, her demeanor high and mighty, and her defense flawless and faultless. Before the backup team was the Ultimate Mistake. A mistake that went horribly right.

As the white-haired figure left the building through the front entrance, the whole building had become a tower of flesh and a waterfall of blood.

Komaru Naegi had killed insignificance flawlessly once again.

FINAL Part Two Coming Soon.