Chapter 32: Summer's start
13:28 PM (Japan Time), Saturday July the 8th…
"… Greetings!"
"Whoa!"
"By George!"
"What's that funky floating sphere?"
"I do not know."
"Vexation!"
"Interesting!"
The Maha Ichiban's staff was taken aback by the sudden apparition of Guilty Spark on the scene: Madoi's question obviously irritated him: Dr. Wily, sitting on the rearmost table, merely chuckled.
"A speaking baseball ball…!" Colored Man laughed.
"No way…" Elec Man looked skeptical.
"I guess that thing is fire-proof…" Fire Man muttered.
"It looks like a robotic spheroid…" Magic Man ventured.
"I am 343 Guilty Spark: Monitor of Installation 04! I cannot bear vexation!"
"W-where did this guy come out from?" Hinoken wondered.
"It has to be Morgangantz's newest prank, by George!"
"Vexation! I am not intended to be a comedic Monitor!"
"Spark! Are you in there?" Anderson called out.
"Come before they try to turn you into a hors d'ouevre!" Arushi added.
"Certainly! I waste no time with such ones. Farewell!"
Guilty Spark floated out of the restaurant leaving the other four puzzled as Wily kept on chuckling…
13:34 PM (Japan Time)…
"… O. K. Here's the so-famous Game Soul Game Center… We can start here, I'd say… What nerve!"
"Yeah… But we're just here to check the public's reaction to it… And show them the Net Police license that we're only allowed to be here for 1 hour: it's a demonstration of a prototype."
Anderson and Arushi stopped near the Game Soul Game Center: Anderson carried an attaché case on his right hand and was peeking towards the building while having sunglasses on plus his Scotland flag cap.
"It'd seem something is bothering you, Reclaimers. Maybe I could help somehow?" Guilty Spark offered.
"Let's drive some of them away… Say there's a 50% discount on ice-creams at the 4th district shopping mall Italian ice-cream shop… It doesn't matter if you don't know what it means: it'll work. Just do as I say, do you get it?" Anderson improvised.
"Oh. My, my. It sounds like something surprising will happen. Tunneling across my ring I go~!" He improvised a tune.
Guilty Spark headed inside, and, a few seconds later, a crowd of elementary school students ran outside the building: both sighed in relief and then headed in like nothing weird was going on: the main room only had about four middle school students having Net Battles.
"Four is better than thirty: we can handle that. And, besides… A Net Police inspector is waiting outside just in case something was to go rough with the guys." Arushi whispered.
They headed over to a corner and Anderson set his attaché case on the ground: he then pressed his thumbs against two sensors on the locks and they flashed green: a small camera scanned his iris next and he then crouched next to it to speak to a mike.
"… Cogito, ergo sum." He whispered.
"ID confirmed: unlocking."
The case unlocked and Anderson took the Duel Stage out: he inputted a command into it using his Link PET linked with an USB cable to turn it on and then disengaged the wire: Arushi was blocking the sight and making it look like they were checking on a circuitry panel in case anyone might be looking: Guilty Spark was also keeping them distracted by hovering around the room.
"Greetings, Reclaimers! I am Guilty Spark 343: the Game Soul's new "mascot": I am here to announce that clones are about to rain down into his facility owned by General Grievous of the Separatist Army. So do not attempt cheats else he crushes the machine out of spite!"
"Whoa. Grievous owns this place?" One student wondered.
"Don't mind the guy: the programmer was clearly a Star Wars hardcore fan." Another shrugged.
"Ahem… Excuse us!" Anderson called out.
"What's up?" Someone asked.
"We want to make a promotion of a new open-licensed Net Battle system prototype… Would you like to collaborate?" Arushi continued.
"And where's that system?" One looked around.
"Here: we call it Duel Stage." Anderson signaled it.
"Whoa. It looks practical." One whistled in surprise.
"Oi! Can you carry this around, then?" Another gasped.
"Of course: you no longer depend on those bulky machines. And it can be used here, too, or anywhere you might like. It allows for up to four simultaneous Net Navis as long as they are under the 750 MB category, too!" Arushi added.
"Cool. How much time can we play?" The fourth asked.
"Our Net Police permit limits us to 1 hour per place. But with your collaboration it's likely that this machine will be mass-produced very soon: maybe even under a year from now."
"What are we waiting for, then? Let's go! Plug In!"
"Transmission!"
Four standard Net Navis appeared on the arena and the middle school students looked on with awe.
"Holograms are one third of the real size! Net Battles are carried out like always, so… Go ahead! Oi! Spark! Try to tell anyone who wants to come in that we're fixing the electrical system and announce that there's a pop idol roaming undercover in the 1st district." Anderson whispered.
"Certainly! No interlopers should interfere with such an important testing being underway."
Guilty Spark hummed a tune and headed away while the Navis began to battle: Anderson and Arushi sat down on the corner and looked o.
"This will be a success. I'm surprised the owners didn't try to kick us out yet…" Arushi commented.
"I guess Commissioner Kifune explicitly told them not to interfere: that could be a reason, too." Anderson guessed.
"I'd rather say my might is scaring them!" Balrog laughed.
"Maybe." Annihilator Man shrugged.
"I'll later introduce you to the others: they're really nice people. Rainon – kun is a nice guy, too." Arushi told him.
"Yeah. Guess I gotta know them in person." Anderson smiled.
"Human crowds are really predictable: however, there were some women which didn't run off along with the rest of the crowd: they claim there's a conspiracy. What should I do?" Guilty Spark asked as he came in.
"Girls… Should've expected it, huh… Tell them Daniel Craig is on the 5th district scouting locations for his next 007 film: it'll work."
"Oh my. Roger, Reclaimer. It amuses me, really. I'm a genius! Ringing my ring I go~!" He hummed a new tune.
"Crap! I got logged out!" One student exclaimed.
"Go!"
"Beat them!"
"Blow them up!"
"Good news: no interlopers roam around the perimeter of this facility anymore, Reclaimers." Guilty Spark reported.
"Great! Let's look on: I guess this will be over soon at this intense rate they're going." Arushi grinned.
"Shit! That guy beat me, too!"
"I'm the big boss!"
"That's me!"
"Punch him!"
"It is obvious that no refined language will be used during a conflict or battle…" Guilty Spark muttered.
"Nope. That's the humans' problem." Anderson confirmed.
"No way! I lost to that Kawarimi plus Program Advance combo, too! This guy's too good."
"But the system rocks, doesn't it, guys?"
"Yeah! It sure does. Good stuff, you guys. Keep it up and everyone will soon want this."
"Thanks for the feedback: feel free to comment about it. But we can't reveal the next test grounds: it may be in another city altogether!"
Anderson picked the Duel Stage and shut it off before storing it inside of the attaché case and locking it.
"Let's go, aibou."
"Okay, Danna."
"The Tech Reclaimers set forth!" Guilty Spark dramatized.
Both of them quickly snuck away from the building, and, given how they were looking behind to check they weren't being followed, they collided with someone.
"Oof!"
"Whoa! Arushi – kun!"
"E - Eboshi – kun!"
"Who…?"
"A new Tech Reclaimer has arrived?"
The three of them stood to their feet and shook some of the dust off them while looking surprised.
"Wait… Wasn't he along with you on the day you disabled the bomb in Tokyo Tower, Arushi – kun?" Anderson asked.
"Yeah… Eboshi Shuuichi – kun: his father is the magician Mr. Hat and he's got some cool magic tricks, too. We're classmates in the middle school, we get along." Arushi introduced.
"Please…" He turned red.
"He is Rick Anderson – kun from Edinburgh: he used to be my boss until yesterday. Now we're flat-mates." Arushi admitted.
"Your boss…?" Eboshi frowned.
"Yeah. I was part of Rama: the guy named Past, if anyone told you about it or you heard about it." Arushi confessed.
"Whoa! It must've been cool." Eboshi whistled in surprise.
"What is our next target, Reclaimers?" Guilty Spark asked.
"Whoa! A talking baseball…"
"Vexation! I am not such a vulgar and invaluable object!" He grumbled as he glared at Eboshi.
"Don't mind the guy: he's a program I made which has too much of a mood when he's compared to vulgar objects." Anderson shrugged.
"Huh… By the way… It'd seem Ayanokouji – san is organizing something on her mansion's gardens again… Should we check it out?" Eboshi suggested.
"Let's go, then. It might be worth it." Arushi grinned.
"Let's hope she doesn't set the lawn-mowers on us." Anderson warned with a hint of sarcasm.
"Lawn-mowers? Another word I have to add to my database, it'd seem. If you don't mind, I'll go download some data to allocate space. I shall follow your portable device's logical pathway to get back there. Make sure to enlighten any other Reclaimers to use proper respect. Later."
He suddenly disappeared and Eboshi blinked in surprise while the other two were rolling their eyes as if exasperated.
"So? Have you been able to elude Sakurai – san's steel fingers from embedding into you, Eboshi – kun?" Arushi teased in a whisper.
Eboshi got red and looked elsewhere: Arushi chuckled while Anderson looked surprised.
"Lead the way, Ebony." Arushi joked.
"Jeez!" Eboshi protested.
"Amusing." Anderson chuckled.
"Enough already!" Eboshi groaned.
They didn't see Twilight and Philip looking on from close by.
"Ms. FP and Miss DP will eventually rise… And we too!"
"Yes, Master. I'm surprised they carry that ball around, though."
"Yeah. I was surprised too. But if that means more gags…"
"Sheesh. Can't you think of anything else but gags, Master?"
"Don't worry. All in due time, Bapgei. Before this summer ends…!"
13:51 PM (Japan Time)…
"… Whoa. What a huge garden…!"
"My garden is unbeatable."
"So you're Miss Ayanokouji?"
"Yeah! There's no beating Gabcom!"
Anderson was speaking with Yaito while walking around the garden with Eboshi and Arushi: he looked surprised at the scale of the gardens while Yaito was boasting.
"I'm afraid I did." Anderson told her.
"What?" She frowned.
"Wait a min."
Anderson placed the attaché case on the ground and underwent the biometric checks before opening it and taking the Duel Stage out: Yaito's jaw hit the floor.
"Those things! I heard about them and wanted one, but the Net Police had confiscated all of them as "investigation material"! How the heck did ya get your hands on one?" She exclaimed.
"I'm the designer and I've been granted a permit to test it out amongst the general public: it'll become the newest Net Battling system in a matter of a few years which will make those bulky Net Battling machines unnecessary." Anderson explained.
"Then give me the schematics and we'll produce them! I'll give you 50% of the profits!" Yaito tried to "negotiate".
"Sorry. But the Net Police wants this to be an "open" license, so anyone can produce this. It's not unlike cell phones or TVs, anyway."
"Don't tell me IPC will be allowed to make those things!"
"Of course. Didn't I say it? Anyone will be able to: but monopolies are forbidden."
"Cha…!" She looked annoyed.
"Reality, Miss, reality." Anderson calmly replied.
"Greetings, Reclaimer! Your vital functions' readings seem to have increased: do you need to check with a Medical Officer?" Guilty Spark suggested.
"What the…! Nobody…!" She began.
"…"My name is nobody"… Do you mean this intriguing quote from the classical piece of literature named the Odyssey?" Guilty Spark quickly suggested next.
"Where's my shotgun?" She hissed.
"Eh… Yaito – sama… We never had such a thing." One of the maids nervously replied.
"Yaito. What's with that violent behavior?" Her father asked as he walked over to her; he was annoyed.
"Dad! This jerk won't grant us monopoly on the next Net Battling machine which is gonna be the revolution!" Yaito yelled.
"That's because the Net Police decided it…" Anderson sighed.
"If the Net Police decided it, then so be it! Yaito. I've spoiled you too much during this time. You're 14 already: you should start behaving like a responsible mistress."
"What! What do you mean by that?"
"And even though you have generated benefit sometimes and we've never been indebted, you have too many delights. You should realize that you can't have everything on life." He grumbled.
"Jeez!"
Yaito ran off and climbed into the tree-house, slamming the door shut behind her; he sighed, exasperated.
"A crisis is going on, it'd seem." Guilty Spark muttered.
"Yo! Anderson."
"We finally meet."
Anderson turned to see Netto and Saito walking up to him along with Nelaus and Dr. Regal.
"Dr. Regal – sama!" He gasped.
"It'd seem your test was a success: rumors are already flying across Facebook and Twitter!" Dr. Regal told him.
"Really?" Both he and Arushi gasped.
"Why. Arushi – kun… Why do you tag along?" Nelaus asked.
"Well…You see…" Arushi trailed off.
"'Cause, for us, he keeps on being our Danna, that's why!" A heavy voice exclaimed.
"Oi, oi! That Balrog guy is here." Isaac exclaimed.
"Then… You were "Past"?" Nelaus guessed.
"Yeah… I was…" Arushi trailed off.
"Why. Our deduction proved correct: he was someone from our school but not from our class." Saito muttered.
"I guess reading Agatha Christie books sharpened your deduction sense, Saito – niisan." Netto grinned.
"Miss Marple taught the guy well!" Sigma laughed.
"Yeah. Sure." Blood Shadow drily replied.
"Good afternoon." Yaito's father greeted.
"Good afternoon, sir. Isn't Yaito – chan around?" Netto asked.
"She got a mood, so… She's locked herself in the tree-house." He admitted with a sigh.
"And I did tell her to check with a Medical Officer!" Guilty Spark added.
"Whoa. Guilty Spark is around, like Dr. Regal said." Saito whistled in surprise.
"Face and voice comparison reveal an overall 85% resemblance to Rock Man EXE: is he a lookalike, perhaps?"
"Eh… Yeah. True. But I don't mind it, really." Saito replied.
"Eboshi – kun…" A sinister voice called out.
Eboshi gulped and felt a shiver go down his spine as a hand was placed over his right shoulder; Meiru was there, and she was annoyed.
"Oh… Sakurai – san… Good afternoon… Are you fine?"
"No. How did you dare to run off like that?" She complained.
"But we hadn't made any plans for the day, had we, Sakurai – san? So, I went to find Arushi – kun and…" He justified.
"And you did something?" She questioned next.
"Well. We came here along with Anderson – kun… And we were chatting until Sakurai – san appeared…"
"… This reeks." She muttered.
"Eh… But I am a witness!" Anderson exclaimed.
"If "witness" means to have a record of what happened, then I could provide it if necessary." Guilty Spark offered.
"Hmmm…" She looked suspicious.
"Oh! Meiru – chan. Maybe you could help Yaito." Yaito's father suddenly called out.
"Oh? Is something the matter with Yaito – chan?" She suddenly switched to an innocent smile.
"She got a mood, so… Maybe you could talk her out of it? We don't want to have a sour party, do we?" He suggested.
"Yes, sir… Leave it to me~!"
She ran towards the tree-house while the maids began to set portable chairs, a Hi-Fi audio set, and some tables with plastic descartable cups, dishes, forks and knives.
"Wow. It looks like we're gonna have a cool party." Netto whistle.
"Yo! Where's my Meiru – chan?" Dekao asked he walked in.
"So! When did I become "yours", so as to speak? Dekao – kun?" Meiru's voice rang out with obvious annoyance.
Dekao turned and looked nervous upon spotting her ill-humored face and sinister glare.
"Hmpf! Jump down from your "fantasy world" and hit the land: this is reality and I never had any interest on you, Dekao – kun. Learn not to brag and be rational: wasn't it you who allowed Darkloid Burner Man to escape because you got in the way of Netto's mission over four years ago? So then? What are ya gonna say?" She exposed.
"Ah… Eh… That's… Hum… But…" He muttered.
"No "buts": this is reality. Go date a silly clichéd girl: but I've already picked Eboshi – kun because I decided so. Move your legs and do something useful like setting up the tables." Meiru made a dismissing gesture as she walked away.
"Wha~h! The world is horrible~! Everything ends up badly~!" Dekao cried in desperation as he collapsed into his knees.
"It would seem this Reclaimer is in need of meeting a Psychology Officer: most likely symptoms match with post-battlefield depression as documented during the Flood War." Guilty Spark suggested.
Everyone was barely holding back their laughter at his diagnostic while Dekao kept on banging the ground out of frustration.
"… And I don't have any need for ya, Gorilla Man. My shiny bright knight is a billion times cooler than ya." Roll was telling Guts Man.
"Gattsu~! Roll – chan doesn't like Guts Man, guts!"
"Hey. Ya still have Aki – chan left." She teased.
"O~h! AKI – CHA~N! GATTSU~!"
"Desu! Aki – chan! Please wait for me, desu!" Ice Man gasped.
"Ice Man too, huh…" Hikawa muttered.
"Good Chips, de masu!" Higure made his entrance.
"Analysis suggests this Reclaimer might have stolen component chipsets from the Installation." Guilty Spark announced.
Everyone tried to hold their laughter back again as Higure began to sweat and waved his arms and legs in a comical manner.
"Not me, de masu! It wasn't me, de masu!"
"Yamitarou. Should've seen it coming from you, I'd say." Nunber Man muttered with a hint of annoyance.
"Shah, shah, shah! This guy is an otaku, after all!" Needle Man grinned.
"Guess so!" Yuriko shrugged as she entered along with Mariko.
"Oh? Dekao – kun? What's up?" Mariko asked.
"Wha! Mariko – sensei! Eh… Nothing, sensei!" He gasped and quickly stood up.
"Is that so… And Higure – san looks like he's practicing one of those India dances I saw over the TV once…" She commented
"Yay! My shinning great brave knight came!" Roll exclaimed.
"… Yeah. Sorry, but could you wait a min? I need to check with Blood and Sigma." Omega sighed.
"O. K., Arthur!" She teased.
"Jeez. I'm not a Knight of the Round Table."
"Commander Omega! Nothing strange happened." Sigma reported.
"Yes, sir. No abnormalities were detected, either."
"Yay! Party time!" Trill giggled as he ran in.
"Jeez! Trill! Don't go so fast." Iris protested.
"Well! I'd rather say all's well if it ends well." Yaito's father suggested with a broad smile.
"True, sir." Enzan confirmed as he made his non-gallant entrance.
"This guy…!" Yaito muttered.
"… Doesn't stop banging the coffee vending machines out of frustration and pride… Is that it?"
"Jeez. That was too long, Charles."
"Blame me, Martini."
"Martin!"
Charles and Martin joined the party: Martin looked annoyed at Charles' nicknames while he was grinning.
"You know College of Charleston: he doesn't stop rollin' and trollin' 'round the district." Davis whispered to Lander.
"Heh! Anyone who cheats in my Saloon gets a bath of cold water and an express exit through the open window!" Lander grinned.
"Quit it with "College of Charleston"!" Charles groaned.
"We're equal now." Martin grinned.
"Sorry for the delay…" Vadous came in, wearing his civilian outfit.
"Good! It'd seem everyone is here." Yaito looked satisfied.
"As far as I can check with the list… So it'd seem, Yaito – sama."
"Today's party is a karaoke party! Sing your favorite songs or dance to their rhythmic! Have a snack or a drink: of course, everything is alcohol-free! Go ahead!" Yaito exclaimed.
"Oho." Sigma grinned.
"What are you up to?" Blood Shadow sounded suspicious.
"Watch a master at work." Sigma chuckled.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
"Ya always have bad feelings about everything."
"Commander Omega… What should we do about it, sir?" Blood Shadow asked him in a hushed tone.
"Hmmm…" Omega seemed to be thinking.
Sigma suddenly plugged into the Hi-Fi set and the James Bond theme began to play out: most of the public quickly began to follow the rhyme: Blood Shadow and Omega looked around in a surprised manner.
"Whoa. And here I thought he was going to go for Rasmus' Dead Promises theme. Or a vocal track from the Persona games…"
"It'd seem Sigma has the ace of hearts up his right sleeve." Vadous joked with a shrug.
"Please… Boss. Don't fuel the guy." Omega slapped his face in defeat.
"My bad. This one I tolerate, Sigma, but next time tell Omega what you're going to do. Least we want is looking like party-poppers!" Vadous got serious again.
"Yikes! Roger, Boss!"
"Dave~…! I am HAL's ghost…! Be afraid…!" Charles played the ghost.
"Very original! College of Charleston." Davis grumbled.
"Beware! Lucky Luke has come! To expose diluted whisky!"
"How original, Lander. Oh well. Don't overdo it, OK?"
"Also, Sakurai – san. Please don't be so possessive of people."
"Huh! U-understood, sir… I will… reflect upon it, sir."
"Finally. I was getting tired with that behavior, too…"
14:55 PM (Japan Time)…
"… Oh yeah! I'm kicking baddies. Destruction Barrage!"
"That's the spirit, Destruction Man."
Angou was playing a Virus Battle game within a Game Center: Destruction Man landed several punches into a pack of Garuus thus punching them into the air and deleting them: he was grinning as always and moving very fast: a crowd of curious had formed around the machine and looked awed.
"Next is… Whoa!"
Four Dragon – Type Viruses appeared: there was a Fire Dragon, an Aqua Dragon, an Elec Dragon and a Plant Dragon: the four of them looked menacing enough.
"No big deal, Danna! Destruction Spiral!"
Destruction Man suddenly spun around his axis and formed a tornado which pulled the four Viruses in: he jumped over their heads and plunged some needles set on his knuckles through their heads: the Viruses shrieked and were deleted one after the other while Destruction Man jumped out of the tornado and gracefully landed on the ground while storing the weapons.
"Oh yeah! Bring it on, twerps! I'm boilin' for more! Mass Destruction! Baby, baby, baby~!" He exclaimed.
"P3: FES, huh? I guess this summer will be worth it!"
The Dream Virus showed up and Destruction Man calmly circled around it and suddenly jumped over it while bombarding it with missiles to distract it: he quickly plunged his needles into the chest, cut it open, and fired machinegun fire at the core program: the Dream Virus blew up as Destruction Man landed and shook the dust off him.
"Oh yeah! New record!" He laughed.
"Summer's just starting: and it's going to get better."
The viewers clapped while Angou blinked his Navi an eye…
15:19 PM (Japan Time)…
"… Hmmm… This place feels good. Disconnected from the stress of the city and surrounded by calm and relaxing forests… This is just what I needed."
"I am glad of it, sir."
Utsuki was trekking across a forest set uphill: he had a backpack on and sported a sleeveless brown t-shirt plus grayish shorts and mountains boots: Axe Man was projecting out of his Link PET.
"Now… We will be taking part in some Net Battle tournaments but we won't be beheading anyone else: that was out of character. And we shouldn't be so overconfident anymore." Utsuki muttered.
Utsuki climbed another part of the hill and reached a clearing in which he sat down and took out a map.
"Good. I'm about 30 minutes from the village. I could take a rest here and then get there at a calm pace. Rama allowed me a little change of airs, but now that it's over, it's back to work. But I always can come up with something new given my researches." Utsuki commented aloud after reading the map.
"Roger, sir. I shall revise my battle strategies as well as speed stats, defense stats and attack stats: a good balance must be achieved if we want to be efficient in battle, sir." Axe Man calmly announced.
"Good. But don't try to rush it: take all necessary time and wisely make good use of it. That's how things should be done in life. Do you get my point, Axe Man?"
"I do, Utsuki – sama." He confirmed.
"This summer might be more interesting than I thought, even. Well… Let's simply enjoy it." Utsuki formed a grin.
"Understood, sir. I am always at your command, sir."
He stared at the blue skies and looked satisfied…
15:33 PM (Japan Time)…
"… No way!"
"Way! My flames are unbeatable!"
"No! Master Hinoken's flames are unbeatable, you imitator!"
"…"Imitator" would not be the correct word to use in this context, Reclaimer. That program's battle capabilities are clearly at Class X while yours doesn't even amount to Class VI."
"Shaddup!"
"I beg your pardon, Reclaimer?"
"Grah!"
"Define "grah" if you may, Reclaimer."
"I'm cursed!"
"…"Curse" is not scientifically proved."
"Ooyama – kun: Spark is listing all of your flaws!"
"Damn!"
"Define "damn" if you may, Reclaimer."
Most of the public was laughing upon seeing Dekao losing a Duel Stage Net Battle with Arushi: Guilty Spark was innocently asking for definitions and Dekao looked annoyed: Arushi was chuckling.
"Balrog Class X… Oi! Is there anything over Class X?" Omega called out.
"Indeed, Reclaimer. Up to Class XV. I would place you at Class XII, Reclaimer Omega."
"XII out of XV, huh? Not bad."
"Rock Man would get a XIII, though. His power statistics are brutally elevated from time to time."
"Obviously." Omega shrugged.
"Was there anyone who got Class XV back when the war?" Vadous asked.
"Sadly, my knowledge about troop deployment and such is very limited. I just know Class XV's specifications require power levels to be able to be more or less parallel to a fusion energy reactor's levels."
"Whoa." Everyone whistled in surprise.
"Then there are similar ranks regarding Combat Skin: all of you seem to have standard Combat Skins ranging Classes IV to IX." He quickly added as an extra note.
"O. K.! Let's go for the big bang finale!" Sigma announced.
He transferred into the Hi-Fi equipment again and the Halo theme began to play, to everyone's surprise.
"It's my homage to the newest member of the Crazy Club!" Sigma laughed.
"Whoa." Anderson looked surprised.
"So, Nelaus? Are you content?" Isaac whispered.
"Yeah. I've casted my doubts aside." Nelaus looked relieved.
"And we'll be a more dynamic couple!" Tamashita giggled.
"Yeah. We're totally dynamic, Isaac – ku~n!" Felicia added.
"Netto – kun. A perfect summer is waiting for us, I'd say." Saito whispered.
"Yeah. Don't ya think the same, Enzan?" Netto asked.
"I do. Let's tackle this crazy summer." Enzan grinned.
"Crazier than Crazy Man, I'd even say." Blues joked.
"Rick. I'm proud of you." Dr. Regal told him.
"Thank you, sir…" Anderson looked relieved as well.
"Let's rumble and mumble! Ookarada and Gorilla Man will play Donkey Kong's theme next!" Sigma laughed.
"Oh come on. Don't overdo it, Sigma…"
"No way!" Both moaned.
"Gra~h!" Dekao roared.
"I am still waiting for the definition of that word, Reclaimer."
Dekao ran off into the tree house and shut the door.
"So, I went and used a hologram of Boba Feet to scare the hell outta those creepy guys: they ran like they were F-1 cars! Since they really though the mightiest bounty hunter ever was coming for them!"
"Yeah! They were afraid of MY might!" Balrog laughed.
"Kyoudai~… I'm still around… Me and my apprentice~!"
"So what. Liquid. You're gonna pretend you're a millionaire? And build up a casino in Okhlahoma?" Vadous taunted.
"HMPF! Nice attempt, Snake! Just you wait…!"
"Hmpf. He cut the call. Oh, well. Abou time. I was tired of waiting."
"Same, Boss, same… My blade is eager to teach the guy a lesson."
"Everyone: this shouldn't stain our hopes or expectations for the summer ahead of us. Summer is a good time for everyone to reform their links which wore down during the stressful school year."
"Will someone explain what does "grah" mean?" Guilty Spark asked.
"So… Summer… Excitement ensured!" Nelaus exclaimed.
"Yeah. The real adventure is about to start." Isaac grinned.
"Someone define "adventure"!" Guilty Spark protested.
"Welcome onboard the thrill train." Saito joked.
"Truly! Let's go for more! The real deal is yet to begin!"
Everyone laughed in a jovial tone while Guilty Spark added a timid chuckle.
THE END