Chapter 22: Yay! War!

"Hey, you shitty okama! There's no way, but…what the hell is this?!" Oda yelled at the count whose expression were more or less guilty or rather shameless.

"Th-that's right! It's an army of men who love each other!" He exclaimed rather quickly, "W-what? What I do with my army is none of your business! What you got a problem with it?!" He stuttered out in a poor attempt to defend himself, but in fact plummeting his already receding reputation to the pits of the earth. He; at this point could not fall any further.

"So the reason your army is unusually small is…because of this, huh? The reason you could not handpick them…" For Oda Nobunaga to have such a disgusted and nauseating expression was quite an achievement. Even if he did stray both ways he would never weaken his military power because of his personal preferences.

"Sorry, but where's the bathroom? I'm going to throw up", one of the dwarf's claimed, clutching onto his stomach and mouth.

"The Theban Hieros Lochos", Hannibal mumbled out, despite his dishevelled appearance and lazy expression he spoke of something that was not expected from him.

Germi widened his eyes in shock and surprise, as he turned attention to the senile old man. "You…you know this, old man? You…Who are you?"

"Epaminondas' Lochos Phalanx!" He suddenly shouted, pointing an accusing finger at the okama. "It was a rip-off! The idea was stolen from Gorgidas! Plagiarist! Plagiarist!" He shouted out, his senility making his words convoluted and distorted.

"Who the heck is this grandpa?! Wasn't he just a senile old man?!" Germi yelled at Oda at his apparent distress and his unwittingly unknowingness at the military commander.

"Hannibal Barca", Takeko said out quietly. "That is what the Octobrist called him", she looked up at Germi whose expression quickly turned into apparent shock and disbelief.

"Ha…Hannibal!" He exclaimed in disbelief as he stared at the old man.

"I'm hungry", Hannibal mumbled.

"Let's burn down Rome", Takeko replied half-heartedly, lingering behind him.

'Uwah… I didn't know. That's terrifying…' Germi thought. He had regarded one of the greatest military commanders in history as a slovenly old man with little no regard.

Toyohisa merely watched the spectacle with little no clue on what was going on, but he knew one thing. If there were soldiers then they would act accordingly to this unspoken rules of the battlefield. "Line up! Attention!" Toyohisa yelled out. And in accordance the men snapped into action, repositioning themselves in a taller stance and crossing their arms in a mock stance. As if they were holding guns. Holding their heads high as with cool eyes they regarded their temporary commander.

Toyohisa smiled mischievously, "Well, how about that. You're good soldiers after all", he scoffed out. "Matchlocks at the ready!" He shouted out. They opened up the many boxes filled to the brim with their weapons of their time. Taking one at a time and finally they returned to their positions with their little toys gifted by Oda, who stood by with a vindictive grin.

"This entire week, we did some mock simulation using wooden sticks, but…" Alester said slowly.

"I wonder what the actual things' like…" Flemi said.

It was a terrifying sight, these men holding onto these weapons not from their own evolution and time, but rather from the sped up processes of the Drifters knowledge and technology. It was rather amazing though, these 'children' holding onto something which they had no comprehension of.

Takeko pursed her lips a little in apprehension, she was still rather unsure of this. Tilting her head a little she gave Oda a small frown, he merely shrugged and turned away from her. Her doubts for not unfounded however in time such as this it would be better left not worrying about such paradoxical things.

"We rushed to make one hundred guns. Even for us, any more than that was impossible. But they should be extremely well-crafted", a dwarf said looking up at Toyohisa. "We also tried making some toys for ourselves", his hand grasping onto a veiled object, "What d'ya think?" Tearing away the fabric revealing a modified version of the matchlock, which resembled a small cannon. It was too large for a normal human to hold, heavy and impractical but the dwarves managed to pull it off.

Toyohisa widened his eyes in surprise before letting out a small laugh, "Pfft. Hahahahahahaha!" Their joined laugh made Yoichi and Takeko take a step back away from them. They laughed and laughed with such vigour and ferocity and no-one knew why they laughing.

"They're laughing. For some reason, they're laughing", Oda confided to Germi with an exaggerated expression.

"Those barbarians over there are really scary", Germi agreed.

Toyohisa cleared his throat to draw the attention of the soldiers, his little moment over as his posture changed and his eyes shifted into a sombre colour. "The gun squad will be led by Nobu. Take position in rows. The dwarf squad will be led by me and Takeko. We're the foot-soldiers. The elf squad sill be led by Yoichi. They'll be using bows as skirmishers", he grinned as very aura drew the men in; captivated they listened and heeded his words with enthusiasm, despite feeling the pressures of the atmosphere. "Draw in the enemy. We'll annihilate them all. Don't let a single one escape from here".

'His eyes are glistening. He's a samurai general, through and through. Someone who thrives on war', Oda thought to himself. A vicious smile dancing up his lips as his eyes drifted along the streets and houses. The army is likely to come though the main gates and through the market streets like they did. This will give them a huge opening as it will only a one-way path, and they had the given advantage of having the roofs.

Yoichi was already gathering the elves and dividing them into smaller groups to occupy the roofs. Several had already split off to climb the roofs. They would act as their eyes as well, their purposes were to survey the area and take every single detail in regard. Not a single thing would pass their attention. The tide of the battle will not ride in anyone else's favour but theirs.

Takeko let out a small chuckle as she thought about her position. She had originally asked to go along with Olmine but rather she had been pushed into the ranks of the foot-soldiers. It seemed that Oda would not allow her abilities lie in squalor and be wasted on some profitless task. Oda would not her standby in the shadows and hide.

"W-weren't you not going to kill everyone? They came to take Orte too, so weren't we going to withdraw if it seemed impossible?" Germi said as he gazed upon the soldiers as they readied for combat, a little vindictive of their situation.

"It's impossible to withdraw now. We are knee-deep into this war, there is no turning back for the likes of us", Takeko said with narrowed eyes as she regarded the fag with a coy smile playing on her lips.

"Massacre them. What will we do about soldiers who try to flee? We won't let them", Toyohisa said darkly, the darkness of the night masked his expression but it was an expression they would rather not witness. Germi tensed up a little when he heard the scraping sound of metal hitting the stone ground. Takeko was dragging her spear along the floor, testing its firmness and the solidarity of the floor.

"You, although you about a bunch of things, you don't know about war, huh?" Oda surmised, mildly surprised although expected.

"Wha-What did you say?!" Germi shouted out harshly.

"As for me, if it looks like the city won't fall. Then I'll just change my objective. Instead of occupying it, I'll ravage it. Kill, steal, rape. Take the castle, burn the city down. Attack everything on the way back to our own base. It'll get really messy. If it becomes impossible to make the nobility and the country our puppets, we'll do that to them instead. Well, the Black Lord will be destroying the world soon, won't he? Since I have no intent to govern the world, I'll mess it up", Oda claimed as his mind raced ahead. Thinking of the various possibilities. 'Since it's like that, the best arrangement is to have them attack us for a bit. We'll be helping them with that, though'.

"Behead them all. Get ready. This is war", Toyohisa said. Finally the time has come. He waited too long. "Let's go! Take you positions!" They all promptly separated off into their own positions, soon they lost sight of each other only being connected by a small jaded ball.

Toyohisa and the dwarves ducked down behind Oda's gun squad, crouching behind some cover they patiently waited for the moment to strike. It became rather quiet as the distant sounds of marching feet and clanging metal became more and more apparent. Takeko fidgeted a little, squirming around as she slapped away an apprehending hand, followed by a small scowl. Toyohisa eyed her with suspicion. "What's wrong? Are you nervous?" Toyohisa said almost as if it was scandalous, but it was tint by amusement.

She looked up almost with a small wonky smile, "A little, yes", she reluctantly said. "After all this is the second war I've ever participated in", she said fiddling with her fingers a little. Her bells tinkling in the small movements. She looked up with a small sheepish smile, "And the first war I ever took part in…well, I was shot down in the chest", she let out a short laugh, although a grimace soon replaced her initial mocking expression.

He looked down at surprise, second war? "You're inexperienced when it comes to warfare?" He said in astonishment, he hadn't thought her to be one experienced in the art of war, especially from her display of skills and her fighting capability. Briefly remembering the scar above her left chest, 'Ah, so that's what it was. Meant to be a killing shot, but she survived by coming to this world', he thought, eyeing her chest.

"I'm more of a martial artist. Not really an onna-bugeisha, I think", she said quietly. "So I am little nervous, however there is something which thunders and pounds in my chest. This indescribable feeling which draws me further and further into the pits of Death. Something which I have only felt once", she said, her lips quivering a little. Her eyes widening as she clutched onto her chest, her expression other-worldly as if she was caught in a trance.

Toyohisa patted her on the back, a wide grin gracing his lips. "Then there is nothing to fear! You already know this. So cast away your doubts and march forward!" He laughed out gleefully as he pulled her up from her sitting position and pushed her in front of him. "Greet them with a smile!" He laughed as he saw her tighten her grip on the polearm. A small smile tugging at her lips, as she let out a small laugh.

"You…You really are…annoying", she said flatly.

"Shut up!" He yelled back at her.

But their antics suddenly were halted, as they both snapped their heads up as a strange sensation swept up against them. Takeko stiffened involuntarily, it was a strange and volatile feeling. A large and contorted smile began to grow on Toyohisa's face, as he edged forward in anticipation. "Come. Come! Come! Come!" He urged gleefully, momentarily disregarding any presence around him. He could feel it, the killing intent coming from the other side was really something. Something so thick and invasive, it was a presence he had never felt before. These soldiers weren't after their heads or the glory, they were simply there to slaughter and kill him for their Lord. That and nothing else. And it was really quite daunting.

"Come, come towards us", Takeko murmured quietly, as her eyes reflected nothing but the burning embers of the alight buildings. They were forced to sit still as they heard the main army force come through, watching Oda attentively; waiting for the right time to strike.

She could hear his breathing slowly become slow and heavy, all around her she could hear their pounding hearts and feel their heated breaths. They weren't nervous, they were eagerly waiting. Tightening their grip around the weapons, the sound of sweat being dropped ono the floor. Everything was simply immersive.

Toyohisa regarded Takeko with an approving nod, she was taking this all rather well. Considering this was the second war she had even participated in. Regarding himself though, this was only one of the many he had led, only the rules had been changed and their goals were a little different as well, but it was all relatively the same when it comes to the core.

They both looked up as they heard the first volley being fired, the dwarves murmuring in surprise and flinching involuntarily at the sound. The sound of screams and bellows of pain encompassed the entire area. The mixed yells of confusion and fear as really quite unbecoming of these monsters, whose reputation was meant to precede them. The wind carried to thick smell of blood, drifting the smell towards them, it was repugnant smell; so different compared to a humans.

A smell of gunpowder began to overpower Takeko's senses as she leaned forward, it was a smell of familiar to her. A smell which dominated the most of her childhood, there wasn't a single day which passed in her life where she didn't smell this black powder. Something she loathed and detested at the same of revering and fearing it.

Time stood still, and the moment the second volley was released, the smoke rising and the sound of footsteps stopping. They sprung forward, a single moving force, acting as if they were single energy they burst through. Breaking away the wooden boxes, jumping over the gun squad and clambering over the frightened men they pushed through.

"LET'S GO!" Toyohisa bellowed, his voice reaching to everyone. A resounding bellow echoed as the dwarves cried out in enthusiasm. Snapping to action Takeko jumped through the smoke, throwing a dagger to the general direction of the soldiers. She was the fastest out of all of them, but she strayed towards the edge, cutting down the stragglers, thinning out the numbers from the side as the main force tore through the centre.

Toyohisa dashed ahead, fasting than any of the dwarves, a gleeful smile adorning his features as he cut down the any of the foolish monsters who dared cut him down. Manoeuvring swiftly through the enemies, letting his sword guide him through the soldiers rather than controlling it. The glistening silver and cool edge of the blade and the maddening smile which persisted on Toyohisa made him all the more terrifying.

The dwarves followed behind him, their axes bashing through the armour, bone and all. The sound of shattering metal, breaking bone and tearing flesh was disconcerting but for the warriors it was the music of the battle. The unceremonious clanging of metal and squeamish cries of pain was the symphonies of the battle. The orchestra and instruments all laid out before them, and the script already being played out.

"The enemy is crumbling before us. We've got them! It's time to earn some prestige! Gt them all!" Toyohisa yelled as he readjusted his grip on his sword, hammering down a soldier's face with the butt of the handle and pushing him aside for a dwarf to cut him down.

"You got it!"

"Fifty years of resentment! It's time for us to let it go!"

Takeko danced around the side, closest to the buildings but moved silently and yielded the greatest amount of kill. Ducking down into an alley as she narrowly avoided a spear being thrusted at her. Grabbing the spear she threw the soldier off and in return stabbed the polearm right into his chest, piercing through the armour and lungs. The blood spurting onto her hem as she moved away from her position to return to the main force.

However to her surprise as she moved backwards they moved backwards as well, the troops had begun retreating without any warning, leaving behind their fallen comrades, who now lay in heaps. She widened her eyes in surprise, they left no-one behind but dead bodies. They moved too quickly and too orderly to be a retreat of loss.

Toyohisa stopped his advancements as well, standing above triumphantly the carcasses but a grimace marred his gleeful expression before. Takeko moved to his side, her own understanding of this that this was not meant to be. And this was too unnatural, they had rallied up far too quickly unlike the soldiers of Orte.

"The enemy is falling back, without a rear guard", Toyohisa claimed with a scowl. This wasn't good, this was not good at all.

"The leader…The leader must know", Takeko said as she stepped closer to Toyohisa, her weapon poised perfectly. They were in the open and the uncertainty factor had now been placed. The side of odds had been shifted, leaning towards the Offscouring.

The sound of footsteps approached them, a lone shadow from the smoke. Obscured by the darkness and rising smog. A sword drawn out and the sound of boots thudding against the stone. Takeko tensed up immediately, that silhouette was too familiar. That sword, that posture, the stance. She knew this man, everything was too familiar.

"Someone's coming over here. All by himself", Toyohisa said, mildly surprised. Takeko tensed up even more as the approaching figure became more and more apparent. She knew this person, she knew him. So why was he on the other side of their blades?

"Toyo-san! Toyo-san! Nobunaga is calling you! The enemy is…the enemy is…!" Olmine's voiced called out through the ball. Only to be ignored, Takeko only had her attention of the approaching figure and Toyohisa was too riled to even care what she said.

"You guys, return to the main force", Toyohisa said with a smile. If his assumptions were correct, this one was the commander and the strongest. After all what kind of mad-man would approach a full-forced army by himself. And from what he could tell he was a warrior like himself. He also took in factor how Takeko reacted to the new person. She was stiff and her mouth was pressed into a thin line. "This one. His head belongs to me".

Takeko swiftly hid behind Toyohisa, "I know this man. You will have fun for sure, he is a skilled samurai", she murmured. She knew that for sure, and it was undoubtable now that his skills must've grown whilst being here. And who knew what ungodly powers he had gained from being an Offscouring. Her only shock was how was he an Offscouring?

"You're staying? Your choice Keko", Toyohisa said sheathing his sword for a moment.

The man finally emerged from the darkness, stopping only tens of metres away from them. His stance hostile and his expression ugly as he regarded Toyohisa. Toyohisa leaned back a little, crossing his arms and in a huff he eyed this new Offscouring. The first impressions were good, looked strong, and his eyes were filled with hatred towards the red clad samurai. Takeko didn't utter a single word, or even rather let herself to be revealed. Toyohisa's tall stature and encompassing figure made her completely disappear if one was not focusing.

There was a brief silence as both men regarded each other, only to be broken by the dark-clothed samurai. "The Shimazu cross. There's no way I would forget that crest", he said it darkly and so hatefully that one could hear the clear malice behind his words. Lined thickly with pure detest and contempt. Takeko let out an almost inaudible sigh, it was him. That voice. It was unmistakably him, it could not be any other person than him.

"You know of the Shimazu clan?" Toyohisa said with a smile, "Who are you?" He was not oblivious to this wretched feeling that wafted off of the Offscouring. It was laden with repulsiveness and the killing intent as heavy, covering the air all around them in a veil.

"Hijikata Toshizou Yoshitoyo of the Shinsengumi", he said briefly.

"Shimazu Nakatsukashou Toyohisa", he said proudly. "You're a samurai from the Land of the Rising Sun, aren't you", he said. He knew that he most certainly was, but a little bit of confirmation was all he needed. He could feel Takeko shift ever so slightly behind him, it was beyond him why she wanted to stay. Unless she was an acquaintance of this samurai.

"The mere fact that you wear that crest, the mere fact that you are one of the Shimazu clan of Satsuma is more than enough reason to kill you!" He retightened his grip on the helm.

"You must hold real resentment towards the Shimazu clan", Toyohisa replied with a laugh, all too knowing that his clan was most reputable of their heinous acts of violence in war. Their forte was crushing other clans and overtaking them. "Kizakibary, Mimikawa, Okitanawate, Hetzugigawa, Sekigakara. Or was it the invasion of Korea?"

'I can't believe I was allies with this clan during the war', Takeko thought dully. This conquest loving clan, picking a fight with every person, clan, nation and country they saw. This she could understand his hatred towards them.

"I can think of so many reasons. Just by looking at you, I can tell you are not from my era", his expression serious as he thought of the multiple possibilities of which clan he could have originated from. There was just too many to count. "Aha, I see. What have my descendants done to you?" He grinned as his once serious expression disappeared and was replaced with one filled with jubilance, his upturned grin, spread too far, and was much to unnatural. Mocking him as his eyes widened and gazed right at Hijikata.

It turned quiet, Hijikata's expression turned blank. The fury welled up within him, concentrating into a singular form. His arm wafting up as white apparitions began to ooze from the floor, hand and around him. "Die, Shimazu. I will never let you live. Die. Do nothing but die", the smoke increased tenfold as it began to waft around Hijikata, contorting and shifting, dancing along the wind as it twisted and turn. A strange moaning emitted from the shadowy apparitions as they circled Hijikata.

Takeko took a small peek over Toyohisa's shoulder, her eyes widening in disbelief. Those figures dancing within the smoke was also familiar too. "Shinsengumi", she muttered in disbelief.

"These people too. They will never pardon you either", a face emerged forth from the apparitions, moaning and wailing at them. It was hideous and strange, too unearthly and disconcerting to be human at all. "Rebellious Satsuma, your death shall come to pass!" He yelled, a full form of human materialising with a sword from the smoke. Charging toward Toyohisa with an unearthly howl of despair and contempt. Several more emerging from the haze of smoke with the same shadowed expressions and swords drawn out. All heading towards them.

"Takeko! You're up!" Toyohisa yelled, as he took his stance, the moment stepping into their field of death he unsheathed his sword. Ducking down, Takeko jumped over him, swinging her polearm. The coverage of the weapon was wide, however as the blade contacted the apparitions it simply passed through, leaving no mark. They simply dissipated and re-joined in another location advantageous for their counter-strike. She felt as if she was cutting air.

Toyohisa manoeuvred around the ghost's as they cut swung their blades, skilfully avoiding the smoky appendages. He made no effort to strike back at them, as seeing the Takeko's weapon did nothing to them, they were truly fighting ghosts. There were many and he was bound to get cut, Takeko was at the advantage in this sort of situation. The naginata was designed to combat many enemies while keeping them at a safe distance from user. However she was losing ground as they surrounded her, a few of them briefly hesitated to cut her as she leapt from side to side, ducking to and dodging the blades.

They recognised her, she was also from their time and was not their enemy at their time either. She was also a victim of that war, like so many of them as well. Reluctant at first but soon pushing through they regarded her as an enemy as well.

Hijikata widened his eyes, she was here?! He gritted his teeth a little, she was meant to be dead. Her head was buried at their temple, her sister had all but confirmed herself. She died on that battlefield, and left nothing behind but broken promises and her unfulfilled duties. She still danced as beautifully as he remembered and she was nothing short of the same terrifying onna-bugeisha that her clan made her out to be.

Takeko was successful in fending off the apparitions and fared better than Toyohisa who had already sustained injuries. However despite that, he smiled and laughed as his pranced. This was more fun than he could've imagined, he expected to fight one warrior but not this many.

'This idiot is smiling', he thought to himself. "Shimazu Toyohisa. Just what kind of life did he live?" Takeko's expression was veiled but as she drew near towards the flames bursting from the lit buildings there was a small coy smile dancing upon her lips. Although her eyes spoke many more emotions. "You are the same…do you still remember though…?" he said slowly as he watched Takeko, however his ponderings were cut short as Toyohisa made a bold movement, crashing through one of the barred windows.

"Are you running away?" Hijikata said with distaste, however to his surprise as his attentions were drawn towards Toyohisa, he jumped back as he felt a whoosh of wind burst in front of him. Takeko's leg high up in the air as she attempted to kick him down, using her naginata to balance her form as she quickly shifted around to block off some of the incoming apparitions. Proving fruitless though she gained several cuts around her arms and torso.

He scowled a little, these two were working with one another. Just like her, always working with someone else than working solely by herself. "You're still predictable", he muttered as he heard the sound of wood breaking behind him as Toyohisa swung his sword from behind. It was a poor attempt to catch him off guard. As Hijikata raised his own sword to counter, the clanging of metal screeching through the air.

Strike after strike the two had managed to pit themselves fiercely in combat, the sound of metal grinding against one another and the sparks which flew was something Takeko had not seen in such a long time. Until not there had been no same standing of superior enemy for them combat against. This one proved to be a highly skilled adversary as he managed to counter every single of Toyohisa's strikes.

It was a little frustrating but it made him even giddier, here was a true warrior, one worth retrieving his head from. But his seriousness made him want to taunt him a little, quickly pulling a face at him he ran in another direction. The apparitions contorting as they tried to chase after the red clad samurai, only to be cut-off by Takeko. Keeping a good distance away from their blades.

Hijikata scowl deepened even further at the monkey-act as his anger was at the moment of bursting.

"Funny, isn't he?" Takeko said jokingly as she lingered around Hijikata. The smoke intensifying around her as she too made a dash for it, narrowly avoiding some several swords, one just managing to graze her shoulder.

"You're calmer than I'd thought you'd be. Considering this situation", Hijikata bit out as he eyed Takeko. There were blood spots patching all over her body as she tilted her head, blinking owlishly.

"I know", she said smiling as she took another leaping bound to evade the gathering smoke around her feet.

Toyohisa crashed through another barred window, this time the occupants were still hiding inside. Letting out a grunt as he tumbled to the floor, giving out a small greeting her grabbed some bowls and plates, still filled with food. He could here Takeko's naginata clanging against the stone and the floor, meaning that she was still fighting off the smoky forms. He shattered through another window right behind Hijikata, who turned immediately towards the sound, his sword slicing through the air.

The plates and bowls subsequently thrown in his direction as a clumsy counter, 'Plates…Foolish! Are you so desperate?!' he cut through them cleanly however the last bowl still had remnants of its meal. The soup slopping onto Hijikata's face and clothing, as Toyohisa proudly took stance, proud of his somewhat childish achievement. Takeko let a small smile, using her sleeve to muffle her chuckles. It would only anger him further if he found out that she was laughing at this strange predicament.

Hijikata's expression turn dark as his eyes glowed in the darkness, it was a unhuman in its appearance and Takeko frowned a little. Olmine once said they were no longer humans and monsters now, but was he really simply just that. He still had his human reasons to hate the Shimazu. And the girl from before had many human qualities as well, even stating her country and her religion. These Offscouring were not monsters she thought grimly, they were humans with monster like abilities, because a human was defined by their motives, actions and what they pursue in their waking moments.

And even if they were monsters, monster are and will always be in the end guided by some sort of motive.

"You don't follow the way of the warrior, do you?!" Hijikata growled out, his anger was now at the breaking point. Just one more push and he would spare no-one, even she would not be spared. Even if they were friends back in their world. And by the looks of it, she knew as well as a small yet forlorn smile persisted on her face.

"Huh? This is war, you know. It's justified even if we start tearing at each other's throats. If you're looking for a duel in kenjustu or in the art of war, I'll give you one. If you don't like it this way, then don't ever leave the dojo", he exclaimed smiling. A little surprised that this man before him could even say that, considering he was the one with the supernatural powers, he wasn't even fighting his own fight. On the other hand Takeko was dealing with the ghost's much better than he could and she didn't even try to interfere with their fighting. She really was being happy only being the scapegoat.

Hijikata felt something snap inside of him, any sort of dignity and self-preservation quickly vanished as pure boiling rage took over. "SHIMAAZUUU!"

Hijikata Toshizou - May 31, 1835 – June 20, 1869

Nakano Takeko - 1847 - 1868

Their birthdates and deaths, they from the same period of time and their deaths were only separated by one year. One of the many reasons why I chose Takeko as my OC. Hahaha.

And yeah I'm still alive.

A few words about the anime, because that's what got this fandom kickstarted. Ummm, well it was underwhelming. Not as good as the manga, it cut some scenes out and it was kind of rushed. However I'm still happy it got the anime adaptation, so yay for that. I've basically been waiting for the anime ever since Hellsing Ultimate was completed.

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