King and Cuha's bullshit holds the whole world in awe...

"How you holding up, Rookie?"

Blinking and putting the distant cheers of the crowd out of his mind for the moment, Yuha turned towards Metal-Bat, the young man, dressed as usual in his delinquent student uniform, although…

The lapels of the man's shirt were raised for some reason.

"Don't worry," Metal-Bad said, before Yuha could ask. Placing an arm on Yuha's shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "You'll do fine, I know you will," the man said and let go off his shoulder, grinning up at him and grasping the bat resting against his dark trousers, bringing it up and resting it on his clavicle. "So, go out there and show them what a hero can do! Eh, Rookie?"

He didn't need the pep-talk per se, but still, Yuha appreciated it.

"Thanks."

Inclining his head with a smile, he turned away from the hero, and with a deep breath strode towards the tall arching doorway. The anachronistic door, namely the machines within it, sensing his approach and with the clicking of chains and a heavy groan, the square interlocking rods of steel rose towards the ceiling, swallowed up within its dark depths.

"Go get em, Rookie!"

This it is.

Taking another deep breath and steadying his pulse, fixing his goal in his mind's eye, Yuha took a step out into the waiting sands outside, the almost oppressive heat hitting him at the same time as the suddenly reverberating cheers of the crowd surrounding him on all sides.

"Aaaaand here he is, ladies and gentleman!" a voice said, and Yuha, scanned the circular rising tiered stands cast into shade by the enormous green tents high above, until his eyes fell on an enormous shaded Grecian structure to his left, columns and all, within which high-ranking dignitaries representing the Hero's Association and the 'ones who dwell underground' could be seen. And near the front of the structure, a young brunette man stood, his expression serious despite his cheery tone and—

Wait, isn't that—

"The newest rising star of the Hero's Association! Heaven Piercing Perfect Zeroooo!" the man roared into the microphone with a cheer filled voice as he raised his arm, the smile fading off his face, his muscles no longer needing to form a grin so as to sound cheery.

Yuha nodded to himself even as the sun's glare forced him to squint a tad.

Yeap, that's Eyelashes, alright.

For indeed, with his pristine dark suit, his ponytail and the hint of a stubble, alongside his ever stoic expression, this was none other than Fubuki's right-hand man.

Strange that they would choose him as an announcer and hype man both, though. He shrugged and stared at the other end of the Colosseum like structure as the smell of sweat mixed with that of hot sand and dried out blood. The smell and the fake, and excessive heat, not agreeing with him at all.

Still. Did Metal-Knight have to go so far and be so detailed in his reconstruction of the Colosseum? He couldn't help but wonder with a grimace, as he stared at the other end of the sand covered field, where behind yet another iron bar covered door, the Queen of the Subterraneans awaited.

But despite it all, Yuha, even if only to himself, could admit to being somewhat impressed. For to design and build this whole structure in less than a week on the outskirts of A-city?

Impressive, most impressive. And indeed, implanted memories from his Cell [template] showed that even his 'parent' would've been somewhat impressed with the robot aficionado playing at architect. For, if his implanted memories were to be believed, 'his' Cell had gone on to do a lot more things after winning his universe's 'tournament'. With some of them being building a lot of stuff and structures for some reason.

Eh. Not my cup of tea but, to each his own, I guess.

The metallic door on the other side of the enormous arena started to rise with the sound of tortured links of chains smacking against one another.

"Aaaaand coming to us from the distant depths, a jewel of the earth, the Queen and monarch of the 'Ones who dwell underground!" The tanned beauty, Shivaraaaa!"

At this, the crowd exploded into cheers yet again, with remarkably little booing mixed in and Yuha snorted with a smirk, shaking his head.

Simps. Simps all over the shop!

Not that he blamed the normies, for the Queen was a fine woman.

A sigh escaped his lips as he started walking towards the middle of the arena with powerful confident strides. Even if on the inside he didn't particularly feel said confidence as he prepared to meet, if he was particularly unlucky this day, his wife to be...

Mind in the game, Yuha. Mind in the game…

After all, he was fighting for more than just himself. Being confined underground until he could grow strong enough to escape already sounded bad enough, but now? Now that he had actual girlfriends depending on and cheering for him?

I won't lose!

Conviction blazed from his eyes as he ignored the cheering crowd and Eyelashes words, staring at Shivara's sashaying form as she walked towards him, bewitching smile in place and garbed in the same revealing…outfit as the last time he'd seen her.

I can't lose…

Coming to a stop in front of her future husband to be, she crossed her arms underneath her bust, sending the shorter man a lurid smile, a smile which grew as she caught his eyes flicker towards her breasts if for but a moment.

Good. That's one less complication to deal with.

For even if originally she'd had little hope of this plan, this…peace coming to fruition?

'Zero's' words and actions these past couple of days, according to her daughters reports as well as some of her other agents, had shown that Zero, did, in fact, understand their culture, even if, at an unconscious level.

For ever since their last meeting, the man, according to reports, had done little else but train and, again, according to reports, fight evildoers and monsters from time to time.

Oh…and then there was the small matter of the man fighting and risking his life for the safety of Shivara's daughters. Something which as that white-haired pest had reportedly said, Yuha had little reason to intervene in. And had the man chosen to do so, he could've later very well proclaimed his innocence and the fact that he had no knowledge of it all.

So. Yes. Despite it all. Despite the death of her husband and the dire circumstances her race was currently facing? Her gamble, it seemed to her, was about to pay off.

For Yuha, from what she'd seen so far, held the strength of will and character both to help his soon to be people.

She licked her lips and the man's eyes widened minutely for an instant even if his expression remained firm, his eyes radiating such conviction, that Shivara's heart beat a tad faster than it had for a long time and she had to resist the urge to blush.

He's grown stronger. She could tell. His strength was nearly double what it'd been before. This match would be interesting for sure.

And after…well~

She winked.

As a Queen, part of her duties was providing an unbroken line of succession for her people, and she looked forward to giving her precious jewels another sibling. Or two…Or three~ And if her hubbie to be strength continued to grow? Well, then mayhaps, unlike her late beloved, Yuha would not start finding excuses to avoid her.

"Why so silent, husband~ Have I done something to offend you, perhaps?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him, enjoying seeing the faintest hint of red splash across his cheeks.

Good.

The color intensifying as she once again squeezed her chest together.

Very good. He's receptive, after all, and has a working and compatible sex-drive. He merely has a better control over it than most men I've seen.

For it'd been a worry of hers. After all. During their previous encounter, despite her overt flirting, the man, aside from some natural reactions which could've been excused as flustered surprise. He had betrayed nothing and shown little to no interest.

But now…

Well, she was all but certain that her bed would not remain cold for long.

"No, my lady—"

"Mmh~ So distant. No need for formalities, dear. After all, we'll get to know each other very well and quite soon at that~" but her words failed to so much as draw a smile out of the man.

"I merely prefer to focus on the fight for now. Cause if you're anywhere near as close in strength as…as your late King? Anything but my best won't cut it here."

She flashed an enigmatic smile his way and said nothing as the announcer continued speaking in that structure to her right.

Out-loud, that is.

Oh hubbie. You'll find out for yourself soon enough. But, worry not, I don't intend to humiliate you. After all, as our new king, you need to give a good showing and showcase your own strength as well.

Still, the fact that mother earth transmitted his steel like conviction pleased her greatly.

For even if the touch of earth caressing his feet showed his head to be filled with nothing but thoughts of…Well, she wouldn't judge. Much. Still, she could tell that behind this thin veneer of lust and degeneracy an iron will resided.

"Fufufu~ I approve, husband."

"Not yet your husband, my lady," she could hear the warning and challenge in his words and a touch of blood-lust leaked out of her as Shivara's smile widened.

Yuha really did get their ways!

She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she caught a hint of green out of the corner of her eye.

Ah. That one.

Watching the core of her husband's surface thoughts approach with a bored expression, Da'nir and the surface's ambassador in tow, enveloped in the woman's green aura as were her daughters and…

Shivara blinked.

For the tall, scary looking blond immersed in a whispered conversation with her subject, confused her greatly.

He felt…weak. Her senses and the whispers of mother Earth had rarely led her astray before. And yet, his looks spoke of anything but. And the whole of the surface whispered in hushed tone of his supposed strength.

She didn't know what to think about him, and luckily, Shivara didn't have to. After all, they knew little of the other and had even less reason to interact. So, she'd let it be.

The group landed, and the bored looking green-haired one, hovered a touch closer to her soon to be husband before landing by his side, the tiny woman crossing her arms and glaring at Shivara even as she spoke.

And Shivara couldn't help but chuckle inside her head, for even if the green one's head was akin to an impenetrable fortress, in comparison to her husband's wooden, if well-guarded, wooden fortress. The girl's possessiveness towards Zero still leaked through as her feet touched the ground.

"We are gathered here today in celebration as peace is forged between our two peoples," the girl started, voice about as bored as Shivara felt when having to deal with such boring stuff.

Still, she—

Shivara glanced at the side and towards this…'King' and her subject, standing close to one another, huddled over a pair of phones and were those…yeah, even if they tried their best to muffle them. Those were snickers.

Tentatively stretching an earthen bridge, merely so as to observe, between her and their minds, she—

What is this…fate? What are…'waifus'?

To directly hear the voice of mother earth was as rare as it was special.

So…Shivara was understandably surprised when a tired sigh floated through the bones of the earth and into her mind.

Mother Earth?

But no further words came, only a faint sense that some things were best left unknown.

Gulping, Shivara decided to let sleeping worms lie and blinked as the green one reached the end of her speech.

"Do you judges, King, Da'nir, agree that no harm has come towards the ambassadors of either race and that all the terms of the agreed upon contract have been fulfilled?"

The two men blinked and stood upright, serious once again and, after taking the time to dramatically scan the girls and the human, Steven, nodded.

"We do," they said in tandem, and Shivara sighed in relief.

At long last, the niceties had been observed and they could start their glorious battle with one another.

"So, husband~"

"Not yet your husband, my lady," Zero said.

"Hmf!" with the green one crossing her arms and agreeing.

"But, I sense a question, what is it, my lady?"

She smiled, and raising an arm, flicked a stray lock of red behind and over her shoulder, noting once again with a pleased smirk how Zero's eyes followed her motions.

"You do, of course, remember the rules for this fight, yes?"

"Not to the death and until someone yields, yes?"

She nodded. "That's right, but if you wouldn't mind, I was wondering."

"Yes?"

"How would you feel about a small change?"

The man's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"What sort of…'change'?"

"Oh, nothing onerous or dangerous, I assure you." Well, not anymore dangerous than this was already going to be. "Its just, that amongst our people, a proficiency with the blade is highly regarded and, if you wouldn't mind I would appreciate it if we showed off a bit for both our people…That is, if you believe you have sufficient skill with a blade, of course."

The green one bristled and started to levitate.

"That wasn't in the agreed upon terms—"

Before Zero's hand descended and ruffled the girl's hair, making her eyes widen and a tiny hint of red appear on her cheeks before she let out a 'hmf.'

"I have some skill with the blade, yes. But, why would I agree to such a thing? After all, and I know it's foolish admitting weakness in front of a foe, even if only for the duration of this match—"

Her heart beat faster. So, he really saw her and her people as a whole as friends, didn't he? And the fact that he was wise enough to play to his strengths didn't hurt.

"Apologies," she said instead. "I can see how my words would be misconstrued, but as I said, this would be naught but a short exhibition match. Its outcome mattering naught when compared to our true fight," she said and made a fist, slowly raising it with a wink.

After all. This way. Coupled with your growing strength, there'll be few who'll deny your right to be our king.

"Hmm…" Zero said, his arm letting go of the green one and rubbing your chin. "Well, if that's the case, I can't say I'm all too averse to a sword-fight as a warm-up."

A relieved breath left her lips.

Good. This makes things even easier and Mother Earth am I glad that this most industrious mortal, this Metal-Bat heeded my request.

"Hmf! Yuha, are you sure?" the green one asked, sending one last glare her way before gazing at the target of her affections.

Ah~ Young love, how cute. Well, after an adjustment period, my husband can have all the concubines he wishes for.

"Eh. I don't see anything wrong with it, but as the final judge, it is your call, Tatsumaki," the man said with a brilliant smile which cause the tiny woman to whimper and flush.

"…Idiot," the girl murmured before coughing into her fist. "Fine!"

"Oi! What did you just say?"

"In that case I'll allow—"

'Boom'

Shivara turned with wide eyes and stared with horror.

No! We were so close to establishing peace! What did you do you fool!

Yuha could but stare with horror as the Queen's loyal servant, the man who'd mere moments prior had been all chummy chummy with King had all of a sudden turned and thrown a punch towards the 'world's strongest man'

A punch that, by all rights, should have shorn King's head off, even if only due to the gales of sharp wind coating the subterranean's arm like a glove.

It should have.

Yet it did not.

And Yuha knew he had to thank his actions a few days prior to that.

For only a thin cut marred King's cheek in a straight line, the rest of the man seeming unharmed.

Well, except for the man's shirt having exploded off his torso, revealing to the world bulging muscles and a mostly purple aura tinted with red streaks.

'BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP!'

He gritted his teeth as the sound of King's engine slammed like metaphysical colossal waves into him. Causing Yuha to fire Kaio-ken all the way to stage seven so as to stand in the face of this onslaught.

The crowd collectively held its breath and even the heroes and the Queen herself seemed momentarily frozen in shock.

But Yuha knew this would not last.

No, already unconscious movements could be observed on everyone around him. The precursors of signals traveling up desperately firing neurons into brains which scrambled to react.

Inside his mind, Yuha let out a sob.

This was payback for all the bullshit he'd been spewing, wasn't it?

And what was worse was that his only solution to this problem. His way of potentially salvaging this mess?

More bullshit, of course.

Bullshit, don't fail me now! He pleaded as he dashed forward.

"Da'nir, what did you—"

Hiiiii! I'm dead. I'm dead, I'm so deaaaaad!

If he could trust himself to move, King was sure his legs would start shaking so much that he'd promptly land on his ass.

But, due to his close brush with death.

That was close. That was too close! Hiiiiii! Mommy! I don't want to be here anymoooore!

His limbs were temporarily frozen, his arms crossed and a dangerous grin on his face as his body forgot what panic and sweating was.

In fact, the only reason he was alive to begin with had little to do with his own skill and rather more to do with the mutant hero who'd proven himself to be a potential friend and a man of culture.

More specifically, it had to do with Yuha unlocking his ki followed by the kind hearted hero sharing some of his no doubt hard won techniques with a lousy lout like him.

A fraud and a fake such as him was undeserving of the man's help.

Why, when King had tried to activate Yuha's no doubt prized technique, this… 'Kaio-ken', he'd only confirmed what he'd been suspecting.

He wasn't cut out to be a hero and his control of even such a special power, seemingly tailor-made for weaklings like him, was shit.

After all, he had to shamefully admit to the kind-hearted hero that he could only push it to times fifty before it started to hurt and then, when Yuha had flashed him a wide-eyed smile of disappointment. He tried to push through, so as to not disappoint the man who'd gone out of his way to help him.

And.

And…

A pang of disappointment coursed through him like a river of shame. After all, it was just like last time. His muscles had ballooned into something unseemly as he pushed it all the way to a hundred—beyond which it started to hurt really bad. And his brow itched somewhat fiercely as well.

He was a failure, and only Yuha's words that with training—brrr a horrible word, and or mediation he could grow stronger, helped mitigate his shame somewhat.

And he'd meant to do it to! Just…not today! Tomorrow—No. Tomorrow the new Yuki~Yuki romance game came out! So that was a no go! And the next day a new banner dropped in fgo so he'd be busy. But he'd start training soon! Definitely!

Oh, who am I kidding? I've gone and ruined it all. I'll be exposed as a fraud and the poor man's attempts to help me would've been for nothing. I'm so useless.

'Boop'

He blinked and glanced downwards, where Yuha had appeared and wrapped King and his crossed arms in a hug. The man seeming to strain even if King felt no pain or pressure.

What the—

"You fool!" Yuha shouted, turning and staring at a wide-eyed Da'nir.

No. No. This was my fault, Yuha. No need to shout at the man. After all, you should never insult a man's waifu.

…Even if Da'nir had shitty taste. Seriously, who liked Medb off all people?!

"Wha—"

Yuha seemed to struggle harder, and King's brows furrowed in confusion.

Surrely he is not…

Still, deciding to trust his instincts, the blond let out a growl and flexed his muscles, putting forth minimal effort in struggling against Yuha.

And he could somehow sense the man's relief as he floated in the air, his aura blazing scarlet around him as he seemingly tried to hold him in place.

"Prepare to run, you fools!" he cried amidst the confused murmurs of the crowd and of their small group both.

"Yuha, what are you—"

"Not now Tatsumaki!" he shouted, voice filled with such exquisite panic that weren't King certain that this was for his benefit. He'd have thought it real. "I'm barely holding him back as it is! Prepare to run if he escapes!"

"My husband…what do you mean—"

"No time!" Yuha cried. "Your fool of a servant thought it fine to playfully slap the 'world's strongest man'—"

There was nothing playful about that, Yuha!

"But he forgot that King's blood-lust is legendary! And he saw this as an invitation to play."

"Hmf! 'Strongest man' or not, he should've known better than to insult my waifu!"

"Gkah!" Yuha let out a fake cry and his grip seemed to slacken for a moment, King quick to gently press against the man's arm, before, with not a hint of true resistance, allowing Yuha to once again 'trap' King's arms.

"Run you, idiot! I can barely keep him contained as he is! And if I fail to calm him down, you're all dead!"

"Hmf! He feels strong, but he doesn't—"

"Gwahahaah!" King, in a moment of inspiration, let out an evil sounding laugh, accompanied by an actual urge to punch and slaughter the pest straight out his Yakuza dramas.

Odd. Where did that come from?

And right on cue, Yuha flinched back, as if struck on the head with a blow too fast to see. "Gkah! Then you are as big an idiot as you seem!"

"Wha—"

"Take a look! Don't you see this magnificent purple aura around King? So similar and yet different to my own? This bloodthirsty smile, those muscles straining to destroy?"

"Yeah, so he has a similar technique to you, what of it—"

"Shut up, Da'nir," Nisha whispered. "And listen to the nice man when he's buying us time and tells us to run!"

"But my lady—"

"Hmf! At least your princesses are wise unlike you, you b-bufoon!" Yuha said, spitting a globule of blood to the side.

"Yuha!"

"My Husband!"

Ignoring both Tatsumaki and the Queen, Yuha roared and his muscles bulged even further, the scarlet fire blooming into a blazing inferno around him as sweat begun dripping down his brow and his limbs seemed to be straining.

"This…'technique' of mine that you speak of, fool, is naught but a cheap imitation of that used by my master."

Please don't mean what I think you mean…

"Gwahahaha!"

'BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP!'

The very same master I'm trying to protect you from!

"Gwahahaha!"

'BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP!'

Why…

"Only. Unlike my pale copy, my old teacher here uses it in reverse. Not to boost his power, but to suppress it!"

"Oh!" Da'nir let out a frightened squeak, his skin seeming to lighten a tad.

"Yes! Do you understand now? Your blow merely excited, King and he's reduced his power about a hundred times over, maybe more! To get as close as he can to your level so that he won't immediately squash you like a bug! So, trust me when I say, prepare to run if I fail!"

Yuha's words seemed to strike fear into the hearts of the gathered women, judging by the various utterances of his name.

But Yuha ignored them.

And, letting out a roar, a red barrier sphere appeared around the two of them, seeming to grow opaque, and then, glancing downwards at Yuha, the man's lips mouthed the words 'close your eyes' without speaking actual words.

Letting his years of gaming and anime guide him, King let out a deep-throated chuckle and spoke.

"Hmf. So you want to play in his stead, student?"

Hiii?! Since when was my voice this deep?

"Very well then, amuse me! Supeeeeeer Sparkiiiiing—"

Whatever you plan to do, do it now, Yuha!

As if listening to his thoughts, the man let out a roar, and King managed to close his eyes just in time, even diverting some ki to act as sunglasses before the mother of all flash-bangs broke the red barrier, eclipsing the sun for a moment.

Everything had happened too fast. Again.

Catching her by surprise. Again.

And once again? She'd almost lost Yuha.

For the brave, brave fool had jumped and wrapped his arms around the madly grinning hulking man, whose eyebrows had thinned so much and his brow ridge seemed pronounced while his aura screamed death.

As Yuha's roar subsided, accompanied by the sound of breaking glass, she sped towards the smoke and the fog.

"Yuha!"

"Husband!"

She growled as the statuesque woman also rushed towards her Idiot.

The smoke and the fog cleared with but a bored gesture from King.

King's mad smile was no more on his lips, replaced by a bored frown as he stared down at the panting, grinning Yuha.

This is the strongest man on earth? Tatsumaki swallowed despite herself. For, if the man was this strong with his power suppressed so much…

"M-mommy…"

"Shut it Da'nir!"

"Sorry lady Kisha…"

She swallowed again. And she wanted to fight him?

Hah! No! Just no! Not until I've grown massively stronger!

And she'd pray the man went easy on her…She glanced at Yuha, and if her boyfriend had grown strong enough, and given that he'd apparently learned at King's feet some time in the past? Well, he should have an idea or two about how to appease the monster, should he not?

"Hmf. That was all? Disappointing," King growled, and with a scoff, turned around and took a few more steps before plopping down on the ground with another growl, his huge back facing them, arms crossed and in a meditative position.

Suddenly Yuha's battle-lust makes so much more sense…

At least, the sound of the King Engine was starting to slow…

"Lady Judge."

"Eh?"

She turned towards the Queen, the woman—

Tatsumaki goggled.

For the proud woman did not seem to her to be the type to bow, and yet, in this instance, she was doing just that.

"I humbly apologize and ask to overlook this sleight, for I give you my word this was neither my nor my own daughter's intention, and as for Da'nir." The woman growled. Her eyes flashing and for a moment the sand underneath them trembled. "I assure you, he will be punished."

Said man immediately fell down on one knee.

"My Queen, but ask it of me and I shall offer up my life to wash up this shame and—"

"Mwahahaha!"

Yuha's chuckles as the man rose to his feet, panting, and yet with a happy grin on his face made everyone halt and the instinctive retort die in Tatsumaki's lips.

"I see no reason for you to take your life, brave warrior, even if you are a bit foolish. No. Not for a friendly mistake. But, if you wish to repent for your mistake, then, how about coming to work for the Hero Association and help save people? Also, fair warning, most people are not as strong as either King or I. So, temper your strength in the future, and please do so against us as well, for it'll help you avoid slipping up at a crucial moment."

Yuha flashed the Queen a thumps up.

"As for myself, I'm perfectly fine and willing to go on with the exhibition match and put this horrible misunderstanding behind us. What do you say?"

"Y-you are most merciful, sir Zero—"

A worried glint entered Yuha's eyes as he ignored Da'nir and leaned forward a tad, raising a palm to the sides of his face.

"Plus," he cast a nervous glance back towards the still seated King. "He might not look it anymore but I'm sure he's still itching to fight, and a good fight, even if not one he personally takes part in, will be sure to satisfy and calm him down."

Oh. That…yeah. That was a good point.

Still. A mischievous smile spread across her lips.

"Tatsumaki? Why are you—"

For her, Idiot had clearly paid little attention to the design of this arena and its capabilities, and thus had no idea that his words were transmitted to each and every spectator all around them.

And thus—

"King! King! King!"

"Zero! Zero! Zero!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The crowd exploded into cheers and applause.

"Ah…err…yes…" her himbo said, a blush on his face as he scratched the back of his neck. He coughed into a fist. "Ahem, at any rate, what say you, oh lady 'final judge'?"

She blushed and huffed.

This man…

Tatsumaki rolled her eyes.

"Very well, you may proceed," she said at last and the Queen flashed a thankful smile towards both her and Yuha.

But Tatsumaki had more important things to deal with. Namely, trying to convince King to let her carry him back up into the stands.

"My lady, shall we?" Yuha asked the Queen.

"Yes, my lord, let's."

Hiiii! My heart! My heart feels like it's about to explode! Hiiii! Momma I think I see a light and—ah, no, I peed myself a little. Hiiii!

My plans:

King bullshit a core scene if only still part of the chapter.

The mighty King Engine: "You sure about that buddy?"

Sigh, well, in a sense this is dbz tradition.

Pre fight banter and power ups did frequently take up a whole episode...or ten.

So, fight next chapter.

Also, King's base power level... 5

King's base power level after a couple of months...5 (or maybe 10 or something equally low, depending on what will help for comedic effect)

He swears he'll start training...aaaany day now, just you wait! In fact, he'll do so right now-oops, new hentai game dropped, so today is out!

Cuha malding at seeing a once in a trillion trillions fighting potential being wasted like that.