"Fear is Freedom! Subjugation is Release! Contradiction is Truth!" Oh, how I have given that speech to the masses below so many, many times. How many? I've count at 18 times. When? I forgot that as well; the waiting has been so pain-stinging. Will I ever get tired of that one? Only the good gods will ever know the answer to that. All I know now is that it's been years coming but finally it is here.
13 years since this all started, and now just past three since my glorious kingdom was finally complete: Honno-Ji Academy. The number of students attending my paramilitary school overall have skyrocketed ever since opening day, which managed to surprise even my living shield Ira. I've spent a god awful lot of time preparing for this, and have endured…the unendurable, but now that's all at last becoming nothing more than a distant memory; considering the fact that "She" has more or less rescinded the monthly visits. While I will no longer be able to review the history of the legendary weapons known as "Keyblades", I feel that my knowledge of the subject has more or less reached its apex.
Goku Uniform distribution for those that proven themselves worthy have been a form of advertisement in itself, yet not many wishes to work for it. Either they stay in the slums and watch themselves and each other wither away, or they try to take the "easy way" and steal it. Neither are acceptable methods to earn one. Speaking of which, my butler keeps on asking me why I don't wear one myself. He knows I'm more than worthy; then I tell him it's not whether or not that I'm worthy of the uniform, but the other way around. And there is only one uniform in the world that is worthy of me: my wedding dress Junketsu, a uniform made of 100% Life Fibers and, god willing, the only one of its kind. I must have it in my procession before 'she' makes her move on it!
But I can't help but shake the feeling about the "souvenir" that, who I now dub as, "Cyclops" returned with after one of those walks that she never bothers to enlighten me with… at least not for free… I have no doubt that there is something just like it somewhere out there and that whoever was the blacksmith must have some most intriguing tastes in weapons… as well as a decent supply of Life Fibers. No one outside of 'her' company ever gets permission to use even keep those things as a curiosity, unless…! No, I must not look at the past anymore. My personal servants have scoured the country far and wide eight years ago; 'they' are dead now.
A/N: acquire after meeting Ira when first arriving. He accidentally drops it
