Hey there, for those of you familiar with my previous works, it has been a while. Sorry for being MIA for so long.

My IRL obligations have been keeping me busy these last few years, especially regarding work. Plus, a lot of the part-time work I did involved lots of writing, which took up more of my personal time than expected and pretty much drained me of my motivation to write fanfiction as well.

But now that I have lightened my workload, I am trying to make more time for myself and the things I love doing, such as catching up on the latest games like Persona 3 Reload and writing fanfics, like this story. The idea for this fic has been brewing in my mind for a while now and I am eager to share it with all of you.

This story draws inspiration from "Lunarian Imperial Flame" by Tengoku no Kotei, who, unfortunately, no longer seems to be active on this site.

Also I want to thank RX Writer and 3rd Dragneel for their help with brainstorming/editing this story.

Disclaimer: Aside from the OCs I created, I do not own One Piece or any of the characters/elements from other fictional genres that may appear in this story.

Anyways, without further ado, I present you the first chapter of my new story.

Chapter 1: The Precious Halcyon Days of Youth

"Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory." – Dr. Seuss

A hawk was flying through the air overlooking the ocean below. All of a sudden, an island appears in the distance and the hawk tucks its body in diving down in a free fall. Once it gathers enough momentum, the hawk exits its free dive and flies straight into the air with a new burst of speed. It quickly reached the island which was dominated by tall cliffs and canyons. However, its most dominant trait was the insanely tall rock formation, which was split right in the middle, making it look like a pair of hands in prayer.

The hawk flew right between the opening in the rock formations, overlooking the island and the people and natural life below. As it neared the opening of the other side from which it entered, the hawk turned its body, catching a wind current that elevated it to even greater heights. As its flight finally surpassed the peaks, the hawk looked around again until something caught its eye.

It changed course and flew low over the edge of the cliffs at the top of the rock formations, it brought up its talons in preparation for grabbing something. However, in this case, it was not because it found something to eat, but rather because it was reaching out to the dark-skinned arm waiting to accept it. The hawk gently landed as it looked up at the owner of the arm, its big yellow eyes staring curiously into the red eyes of the 10-year-old boy in front of it, who stared back with equal curiosity and a hint of amusement.

"Well someone seems to be enjoying themselves." The figure said as the hawk bobbed its head and moved side to side on the arm of the young man, who seemed unbothered by the hawks' claws or the strength of their grip.

The hawk looked up at the strange young man it was roosting on. It was not like any human it had seen before. Along with bright red eyes, he also had spiky silver hair that was naturally slicked back. Another unique trait was his dark skin that was hidden under a long-sleeved shirt and pants, as well as a hood that was thrown back. However, his most dominant trait was the large black wings emerging from his back and at the center of his spine between his shoulder blades was a burning flame that radiated power and warmth.

The boy smiled as the hawk still looked at him curiously flapping its wings as if to show its nervousness and uncertainty. In response, the boy slowly extended his wings as a breeze blew forward, allowing the hawk to take in the young man's scent while calmly gazing at him.

"Must be nice being able to use your wings to fly wherever you want. I have not had a chance to use mine like that." The boy said as he gave a light pet to the hawk's head which the animal seemed to enjoy, before he moved on to scratching under its beak. "Not that I hate staying here. I've got plenty of important reasons that make me happy to stay." He said while fetching behind his back with one hand to pull out a piece of dried meat and brought it up to the hawk. The animal eyed the meet curiously before taking a test nibble. Once it judged it safe to eat, the hawk gulped it down in the blink of an eye. The boy chuckled, before a sudden ringing caught his attention.

He blinked before rummaging through the pockets of his cloak. He pulled out a tiny baby snail and pushed a small button on the side of its shell, connecting to whoever was on the other side of the line.

"Hello?" the boy asked with a curious tone.

"Finally, you pick up! Do you know what time it is?" said a soft, yet stern feminine voice from the other side of the line.

The boy blinked as he gazed up at the sun. "Uh well it looks like…" he trailed off as he tried to remember his lessons.

"Well, it is time for you to return to your lessons. And based on your delayed response, it seems we have more to review than we thought." The female voice joked. "So get your behind over here and let's get your lessons back on track. I would rather not want to drag you back kicking and screaming… again." The female voice said with a sigh of annoyance.

The boy just laughed while smiling contently. "I get it. I just wanted to enjoy the sights a little before going back study. I will be back soon."

The woman chuckled quietly, but the boy easily heard her. "I am holding you to that. See you soon… Belindo." Said the woman.

"See you soon… mother." The boy said before ending the call. As he put the snail back in his pocket, he turned to the hawk which had not moved from his arm and continued to look at him with a tilt of its head.

"Wow, you're still here after all this time?" The boy said with a genuinely shocked expression, to which the hawk responded with a soft caw. The boy chuckled as he fed the raptor another piece of meat. "It was nice talking to you, but I am afraid this is where we must part ways. Hopefully, I will see you again soon. Preferably soaring in the endless skies." The boy said as the wind picked up and the hawk took it as a sign to spread its wings and fly off.

The young boy smiled as he saw the raptor fly off the cliffside and glide down to the valley below before flying off into the distance.

"Well, time to get back before mother loses her patience." He said before covering his head with his hood and picking up a mask he left on the ground and placed it on his face. He waited for just the right amount of cloud cover, before jumping off the cliffside and unfurling his wings, gliding along the air currents towards a more reclusive part of God Valley. As he traveled there, Belindo could not help but savour the feeling of flying freely through the sky. However, short it may be.

His short flight took him to the outskirts of God Valley, dominated by a series of tall rock formations that created a maze-like structure. To most humans, it would be next to impossible to navigate the treacherous terrain. Fortunately for Belindo, he could fly, so he had no trouble flying over the maze and arriving at its center, which housed a small forest filled with large redwoods. As he landed, he made his way to a small shack.

As he entered, the unassuming shack did not look like much and did not seem capable of housing life. He walked to the center, stopping in front of an old rug on the floor and ran his fingers over the boards in front of it, before finally feeling a seam in the wood. Grinning, he grabbed the seam and lifted it, pulling up the surprisingly heavy floorboards and unveiling the secret tunnel underneath. He jumped down and the mechanism hidden in the secret door activated and slowly closed behind him, as if it was never there.

Belindo felt the wind through his hair as he fell down the tunnel. When he was close to reaching the bottom, he flexed his wings and with a strong wingbeat halted his descent, kicking up a cloud of dust after halting his momentum and landing on his feet with grace.

'Nailed it.' He thought confidently. He started walking away from the small room down a tunnel illuminated by torches. He exited the hall and entered a large clearing with a huge hole in the ceiling revealing the blue sky above with the sun slightly past its apex. Looking around him, the hall was filled to the brim with various types of weapons including spears, axes, tomahawks, guns, you name it.

Belindo stopped walking as he gazed at his surroundings. He narrowed his eyes before closing them and waited patiently as he expanded his senses. His eyes widened when he felt the presence of an enemy, their red aura and intent to maim blazing brightly in his mind's eye. He grabbed a sabre stabbed into the ground next to him and swung it.

It clanged loudly against a spear being wielded by a cloaked individual wearing a balaclava mask. The intruder's eyes were the only thing visible, and they held a seriousness to them that made Belindo respond with a strong gaze of his own.

He flexed and pushed the intruder away as they jumped back and twirled their spear before charging towards them. Belindo mirrored their action, grabbing a spear of his own with his unarmed hand. He spun the weapon in front of him before throwing it towards the intruder, who deflected the weapon and sent it flying into the air.

The intruder's gaze snapped forward as they finally noticed that Belindo had quickly closed the gap between them by using the spear as a distraction. He swung his sabre, which the figure avoided by turning their body and spinning around them. As they spun, they used their momentum to strike again, but Belindo was quick and backflipped over the strike. While flipping in mid-air, he grabbed the spear he had flung earlier which was still falling to the ground. He swung it down, but the figure raised their arms, which were covered with a black substance just as the spear struck, creating sparks from the point of contact.

The figure then moves to their right and grabs a large club before swinging it, forcing Belindo to release his grip on the spear and bring up his arm to block the club. He went flying into a nearby wall with enough force to leave a crater.

As the dust cleared, Belindo jumped from the wall, panting as he glanced at the arm he used to block his opponent's club, the black armour coating it slowly fading away. He still hissed in pain as he waved his arm to get rid of the stinging feeling.

He glared at his opponent before grabbing another sabre and charged his opponent who responded in kind and dropped their current weapons before picking up a long sword. As they clashed, the boy's sabers collided with the long sword creating a shower of sparks. From there, the two descended into a flurry of blows as they blocked, parried and swung their weapons at each other, creating a storm of sparks as their blows echoed around the cavern.

Just as their latest blow sent Belindo flying back he charged once again, the figure avoided all his blows but did not strike back as they simply chose to dance between the blade strikes and parried them with their hands, deflecting them slightly off angle and hitting only air.

In one movement, they stepped back to avoid an overhead swing and then kicked their feet up sending up a cloud of dust that obscured Belindo's eyes, However, he refused to falter and expanded his senses as he saw the enemy's presence and felt their attack coming. He then swung one of his sabres at the enemy whose counter-strike sent it flying in the air. However, this also created an opening, which Belindo exploited by thrusting his sabre forward, piercing through his opponent's cloak and out the other side.

Neither side made a move as two sets of red eyes stared intensely at one another. The only sound that occurred was the panting from Belindo and the laboured breathing of his opponent. Belindo then smiled a cocky grin. "How was that?" he asked as he pulled his sword out, revealing no blood on the blade, indicating that it did not hit anywhere vital and merely passed through his opponent's clothing.

The figure lowered their weapon and removed their hood and balaclava, revealing a woman with white hair. Her hair was hair shaved on one side while the other was kept long and reached her shoulders, while also having a single braid which went down to their collarbone. She also had a unique tattoo around her left eye in the form of the Eye of Horus surrounded by a floral pattern.

"Well, despite a few flaws and openings common with youths your age, you demonstrated remarkable adaptability and struck with terrifying force using the weapons around you, as well as your fists and legs. Your Observation Haki has also improved, though you are still a far cry from the advanced level. Same for your Armament Haki. What's more, you tend to focus it more on your limbs and don't channel enough of it in your weapons. You will need to work on that. Though I suppose we can take care of that when I show you the advanced set." The woman explained with an impassive expression while crossing her arms under her bust.

Constructive criticism aside, the meaning behind her last statement did not escape Belindo's notice. "Does that mean that…?" he asked with a hopeful voice. The woman's expression morphed into a playful smile.

"Starting tomorrow, I will be taking your combat training to the next level." She said with a proud smile on her face.

Belindo's smile widened as he rushed up and hugged the woman, who accepted his embrace. "Thank you, mother! I promise I won't let you down!" He said ecstatically.

Belindo's mother laughed with a warm smile. "I know you won't, my little Beli." She then let him go before adopting a playfully stern expression. "However, by going to the next stage of combat training, it also means you will be going to the next stage of educational training as well. Thus, I expect you to finish and pass the current level later this afternoon. So, no slacking off!" She said.

Belindo looked a little shocked at first but took a deep breath and adopted a resolute expression. "Like I said! I will not let you down!" He said with determination. Belindo's mother grinned ecstatically.

"All right then, now go and prepare for your other lessons. I will be up shortly once I finish cleaning up the training field." She said.

Belindo nodded before the flames on his back disappeared and he dashed out of the room with his form becoming a blur. Once Belindo's mother confirmed that her son was out of sight and out of range, she collapsed to her knees and brought her hands to her mouth before starting to cough violently into them.

When her coughing fit was done, she moved her hands away from her mouth and saw drops of blood in them. She clenched her fists and slammed them into the ground.

'Damn it, I'm running out of time!' she said before getting back onto her feet and cleaning the blood from her hands before following after her son.

Six Days Later

In God Valley's primary market district, Belindo, dressed head to toe in black clothing, a hood and a mask, made his way through the market carrying a large bag filled with all sorts of edible foods. After walking past various types of stalls, Belindo finally arrives at the local butcher.

"Excuse me, can I get four special cuts please?" Belindo inquired with his voice slightly muffled by his mask.

The tall man had to look down again and had a pleasant smile on his face. "Oh, it is you. Been a while." Said the Butcher. "Four special cuts coming right up. You're lucky too. We just got some fresh ones just the other day."

The butcher then started to get to work on filling out the order. The boy waited patiently ignoring the looks of some of the other patrons. "So, four special cuts, huh? Are you and your mother celebrating some special occasion or something? Usually, you two don't go for something this pricey." The butcher inquired curiously.

"I made a lot of progress in my studies lately, so my mother decided that we should treat ourselves." Said Belindo with a slightly excited voice.

The butcher laughed at his answer, "Well with meat this good, you guys are definitely going to have a flavorful experience, I guarantee you that. Here you go." The butcher said as he handed four large parcels of meat. The boy thanked him before leaving some currency on the table as he left the shop.

"Ah wait, hold on this is a little too much." The butcher asked when he saw that the young man had paid him a few beli extra.

"Consider it a tip for great customer service!" Belindo cried as he ran out of the store and to his destination.

"What a strange young man. The climate here is so warm and yet he's wearing so much clothing." Said a young woman who approached the counter.

"Come on now, don't say that. There's a reason he wears all those clothes you know." The butcher said.

"Really?" the customer asks.

The butcher nods. "The boy's mother, a young lady named Iris, was injured during a pirate raid, so she wears a bunch of clothes to hide some pretty nasty injuries."

"Oh, my goodness, that sounds horrible." Said the customer.

"Yup. He wears all of that clothing as a show of support for his mother. Says it helps make her feel less self-conscious or something like that."

"Oh, I get it. My friend's husband did the same thing after she had a bad hair day. Shaved his entire head, to make her feel better. It was such a romantic gesture." Said the smiling woman. "That is so sweet of that boy to do something similar for his mother. Still, he must feel hot all of the time wearing so much clothing."

"Well, when he and his mom first started coming here, she mentioned that they were originally from Alabasta. I've never been there myself, but apparently, they wear clothing like that all of the time in weather that's a lot hotter than here, so they are practically used to it."

"My such a strange culture. Though I can't deny I love their special perfumes." The customer said with a smile.

"Haha, yeah, my wife is the same. Anyway, you ready to order?" the butcher asked.

After returning home, Belindo and Iris enjoyed a hearty meal to celebrate the progress he made in his studies.

"Ahh, that was delicious as always mother." Belindo complimented. His mother smiled happily as she got up to bring his dishes to their makeshift sink.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I figured it was the least I could do to reward you for the progress you made in your training. Honestly, you've surprised me this week. Normally, you tend to get overconfident or lax in your training. Honestly, it is quite refreshing that…" Before Iris could finish her sentence, her entire body was rocked with spasms as pain erupted from her back, causing her to drop the plate she was cleaning. 'No, not now. Please just…' Despite her best attempts to hold it in, the spasms became overwhelming, and she could no longer hold them in.

She collapsed to her knees entering a coughing fit gasping for air as the pain in her back became unbearable. 'Damn it, I was hoping to keep this from him just a little longer. Now I…' Belindo's mother looked back at her son, but instead of seeing him at the table with a concerned and panicked expression, he was in front of her with a look of worry as he held in his hand a vial filled with some green liquid.

"Here Mom, drink your medicine." Belindo said as his mom stared at him in shock.

She did not waste any time and downed the contents. Almost immediately her breathing calmed down and the pain in her back decreased to a slight stinging sensation. She gasped for air in relief as she and her son sat on the floor for what felt like hours, neither one saying anything to the other. Finally, the silence was broken by Belindo's mother as she finally spoke up.

"… How long have you known?" Iris asked with her hair shadowing her eyes.

At first, Belindo did not say anything, but after a few seconds, he finally answered. "I've known for a good while. At least a few months. I noticed it during our fights. You try so hard to hide it, but after fighting with you for so long, I started to notice changes in your fighting style." Belindo said looking down away from his mother's gaze. "I didn't say anything, because I figured you would tell me when you were ready."

Iris chuckled sadly at her son's revelation, her body trembling ever so slightly. She then gave Belindo a hug, which he eagerly returned. "I see… I'm sorry to have worried you. It looks like your powers of observation are greater than I thought." Iris said before she flinched slightly as the pain in her back flared up again.

Belindo, sensing this, helped his mother up and took her to her bedroom. As she sat on the bed, he went to a cabinet and took out a container filled with white cream. Belindo then helped her in removing her clothes revealing an assortment of scars all along her arms. When she lifted her shirt to expose her back, Belindo could not help but flinch at what he saw, even though he had already seen it many times before.

On her back, where two large black feathered wings like his should have been proudly on display, was instead marked by two ghastly-looking scars. Belindo opened the container and started to apply the lotion from within onto his mother's back. Iris tensed as he did so, due to the stinging sensation that came when the lotion came in contact with the scars. Eventually, the stinging was replaced with mild relief.

Once he was done and after ensuring that the lotion had dried enough, Iris put her clothes back on.

"… How bad is it?" He questioned.

"… It's bad Beli," Iris revealed causing Belindo to clench his hands on the fabric under him. Iris brought him in a close hug in a subtle attempt to comfort him. "I thought I could endure it until you were old enough to leave this place, but it seems it was wishful thinking. As it stands, I may only have two years left at best."

"That's why you decided to move up my training." Concluded Belindo to which Iris nodded.

"It is. And it seems I finally understand why you have been taking your training so seriously."

"Maybe it is the medicine!" Belindo said as he turned to his mother. "If I fly to another island, maybe I can find a hospital or a doctor who is willing to…"

"… Don't even think about it!" Iris snapped As she pushed Belindo at arm's length and grasped his shoulders tightly. The tone of her voice and the scared look in her eyes caused Belindo to stop talking. "You know damn well that isn't possible for us! The moment you set foot on another island, the risk of you being discovered and hunted down grows and there is no shortage of humans willing to make a quick beli even if it means condemning us to a living hell!... Besides you are still too young to make a journey like that." Iris finished her tirade while saying the last part quietly.

Belindo looked at his mom with a stunned expression before turning to look down at the floor while clenching his hands tightly. Iris saw this and thought for a minute before making a decision and getting up from her bed.

"Follow me, Belindo." Said Iris as she walked out of her room. She went down one of the many hallways of their underground home, before finally stopping at an entrance closed off by a large stone.

"Help me move this." She said as they both started pushing the boulder out of the way. The entrance opened to reveal a dark room. With great concentration, Iris flicked both of her wrists, sending two fireballs at either wall where torches were hanging, bringing light into the room. It was mostly empty except for a small pedestal at the end. On it, stood dozens of small capsules filled with mysterious eggs floating in glowing purple liquid and a small treasure chest.

Iris walked towards the chest and picked it up before bending down to Belindo's level and opening it. Belindo's eyes widened at the contents. Its form closely resembled that of a pitahaya fruit. However, it was entirely blood red with spike protrusions along its body that made it look like a cross between scales and raging flames. Its most notable trait, however, was the mysterious spirals that decorated its body.

"Do you know what this is, Belindo?" Iris asked with a serious expression on her face.

"Th-that's a Devil Fruit correct?" He asked to which she nodded. "It's my first time seeing one." Belindo continued to stare at the object and for some reason, he felt drawn to it. Unbeknownst to Iris, a low rumbling seemed to echo from the fruit that only he could hear. Almost as though it was calling out to him.

Suddenly, the sensation came to an end when Iris slammed the box shut, bringing Belindo back to reality.

"This Devil Fruit was entrusted to me by your father shortly before he died." She said causing Belindo to blink in surprise at the revelation. "By eating it, you will gain incredible power, but that is not all. If you somehow are lucky enough to possess the ancient power that only the chosen members of our race possess, then by eating this fruit, you will also gain the potential to become unbound from the world."

'Unbound… from the world?' Belindo thought as he stared in awe at the fruit. "Wait… so does that mean I could even leave the island if I ate this? If so then why can't I eat it now? The whole point of us staying stuck here is because I am too weak to carry you and make it too far. But if I eat this then..." Belindo started to rave but was shut down by Iris who motioned for him to stop talking.

"As I said, this fruit comes with incredible power. Power that you are not yet mature enough to control." Iris said with finality to her tone, causing Belindo to respect his mother's wishes.

"But then what about you? You're a grown-up, maybe you could…" Belindo started to ask but stopped when Iris shook her head.

"You've seen the state my body is in. If I eat this fruit now, it will be wasted on me. And once I die, the fruit will reincarnate, and it could take a lifetime to find it again." Iris explained as she placed the chest containing the Devil Fruit back on the pedestal.

"This Devil Fruit is a last resort and should be treated as such. If you must eat it, it will only be when you are well and truly desperate. Understood?" She asked looking back at her son, who nodded in understanding.

Iris' whole body finally relaxed as she gave a tired sigh. "Good." With that said, the two left the chamber and sealed it shut behind them.

The two then decided it was time to retire for the evening, but when Iris moved to go to her room, she felt Belindo tug at the hem of her dress. Looking down, she could see his blushing expression.

"Can… can I stay with you tonight?" He asked hesitantly. Iris blinked at her son's reaction, before adopting a smile. 'As mature as he can be sometimes, it is easy to forget that he is still a child.'

"Of course, Beli. Come on let's go." Said Iris as she took him by the hand.

As she tucked him in, Beli continued to seem bashful which caught Iris' attention. "I know that look. If you have something you want to ask, then go ahead and say it. If you keep acting this shy, you'll never have the ladies fall for you. Women love men of action, ya know." Iris jokingly teased to which Belindo could not help but blush even redder.

He quietly mumbled something to which Iris blinked. "I am sorry I did not quite catch that."

"… could you tell me that story again?" He asked.

Iris laughed softly as she knew exactly which one he was referring to. She sat on the bed next to him and he immediately nuzzled into her embrace.

"But of course." She said stroking his hair calmly. "Long ago, during an age of strife and slavery, where tyranny ruled the world, there was one figure who rose against the darkness. With a power that granted him absolute freedom, this divine figure freed the enslaved from their suffering, bringing an abundance of joy and prosperity wherever he went." Iris suddenly got up and started doing a fun little dance that Belindo could not help but laugh at.

"With his magical rhythm, he would bring laughter to people of all ages. Doom-Dut-Da-Da! Doom-Dut-Da-Da!" Iris playfully imitated the sound of drums as she danced bringing joy and laughter to her son's face which filled her own heart with an abundance of positive emotions. Eventually, she stopped dancing and sat back down with him, continuing to run her hand through his hair in a comforting manner.

"Over the years, this brave warrior survived many trials and has gone by many names. The White Warrior, Warrior of Liberation, Joyboy…" She said in a calm and soothing voice that slowly caused Belindo's eyes to close shut, but not before hearing his mother's last words. "But the one name that people of many races know him by, is Sun God Nika!"

And with that, Belindo finally fell asleep, his troubles and worries swept away by dreams of his childhood hero.

It was the screams of despair that reached him first, before his mothers.

Belindo gasped as he abruptly woke up screaming and clutching his head as the voices of a great many people suddenly echoed into his mind, rolling onto the floor. He tried to block it out, but no matter how hard he tried, the panicking and fearful voices continued to echo in his mind.

'MOMMY!'

'WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?'

'SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP US!'

'HOW CAN THEY DO THIS?! IT'S INHUMAN!'

'YOU INTEND TO KILL MY PEOPLE FOR A GAME?! IT'S INSANITY! THIS IS OUR LAND! YOU ARE… GAAAHHHH!'

As more and more voices started to flood his mind, more tears started to fall from Belindo's eyes as he could feel the panic and despair of the voices and even witness a few lights being extinguished all over the island.

"BELINDO!" Iris's voice seemed to break the hold the voices had over him finally bringing him relief.

"MOM!" Belindo cried as he hugged his mother who gripped him tightly and whispered soothing words to him. "I can hear these loud voices! They're so loud and crying for help and… and…it is so horrible mom!" Belindo cried out as his mother tried to soothe his fears.

"…It's alright my little Beli… Now is not the time for tears. I wish I could tell you everything will be ok, but honestly, I have no idea what will happen. What I do know is that we must prepare for the worst." Iris gripped him tightly as her expression became one of fear and rage.

"For the Devils have come to play their twisted game!"

Aaaaand scene! I'll be ending things here for now. I have already started to work on the next couple of chapters, so hopefully, I can get those out soon.

And yeah, as many of you have probably guessed, the protagonist is a Lunarian. From the moment, this race first debuted in OP, I have been absolutely in awe of what they can do.

Yet, despite these incredible powers and overall badassery, I have seen very few stories featuring protags about them. At most, I only recall seeing two (one of which is no longer on this site).

Anyway, I guess part of me hopes this story will inspire others to write other OP fanfics featuring Lunarian protags. While I am at it, we also need more Eden Zero crossover stories too. While I have mixed feelings about the series' ending, overall I really enjoyed following it these last couple of years. Not to mention that it features some of the most beautiful anime waifus of all time. So I hope we get to see more of those too).

Anyway, until next time, please make sure to read, fav, follow and review! XD