"Tch. Nothing but rubble on top of rubble, just like the other zones."

"You gotta hand it to those shinobi, Master. They sure know when to strike and how to make the most of it."

"Are you seriously trying to tell me that acts of terrorism are supposed to be impressive, Saber?"

"In a place like this? A little disruption stands out in a sea of stagnation, wouldn't you agree?"

Akuta resisted the urge to roll her eyes in exasperation. Instead, she kept her focus on the task at hand: finding any clue as to where those obnoxiously color-coded ninja and their so-called "frog" master were hiding.

Right after receiving her orders from Qin Shi Huang and unfreezing her strike team, the Crypter's first directive had been to forbid the palace servants from cleaning up any of the areas targeted by the Kamen Riders. Her reasoning was simple: no matter how swift and efficient the attack had been, it had to have left something behind. Some kind of trace, no matter how small.

Yet, much to her growing frustration, she had found nothing. Nothing but scorched earth, shattered structures, and a maddening lack of evidence. She cursed to the heavens, begrudgingly acknowledging that her new enemies were just as skilled at vanishing without a trace as they were at being over-the-top nuisances.

And so, here she was, standing among the ruins of the Kamen Riders' most important target in their latest assault: the power plant that had once supplied energy to the capital of the realm ruled by the Lostbelt King. The sheer scale of the devastation only fueled her irritation.

'How truly audacious,' Akuta grumbled internally as she scanned the wreckage, her sharp brown eyes darting across the rubble in search of anything, anything, that might give her a lead. 'That damn frog must know the ins and outs of this empire better than I thought to have pulled off an attack this devastating.'

The realization left a sour taste in her mouth. If their enemy could strike at the very heart of Qin Shi Huang's domain so precisely, then it meant they were more than just a thorn in her side. They were a real problem. And Akuta had no intention of letting them slip through her fingers again. Not because of all the damage he had done, but the damage done to one place in particular.

Even if he was ultimately unharmed within his frozen chambers, somebody had to pay for even conspiring to harm him; that was all that mattered in Akuta's mind.

She was close, so tantalizingly close to reuniting with her beloved—yet was still being stopped at every turn. After centuries upon centuries of drifting and hiding, to be denied the chance was pushing her to her breaking point. When that Marisbury managed to track her down and offered her the opportunity to join Chaldea, she planned on turning him down and telling him to go away… Until he mentioned she'd have the chance to summon her beloved. In a heartbeat, she accepted and joined Chaldea's Team A. The founding Director of Chaldea even helped her fabricate a backstory so that people wouldn't ask her too much. All that mattered then was the first mission where they would finally be given the clearance to summon their Servants.

Only for things to quite literally blow up in their faces. Stupid Demon God Pillars and their ridiculous Singularities.

She would have been fine had they not put her on ice; don't know about the others but she would have been fine. And while she and the others were asleep, the boy who was kicked out for falling asleep during Olga Marie's briefing went on to save the world as Humanity's Last Master. Kudos where they're deserved but Akuta didn't quite give much of a damn compared to the others. All that really meant was that no more Servants should be needed anymore…

…Or so she thought. Apparently Chaldea would continue to summon more Servants but that was neither here nor there.

Then, she was given the opportunity to be revived alongside the others. Once again, she didn't quite care for the offer as all Chaldea needed to do was break her out of her coffin and she would eventually get back onto her feet. Then it told her about the Lostbelts: alternate histories that were erased long ago including a version of China. She wondered if the Foreign God knew about the whole "freezing" ordeal with the warriors but once again, she saw another chance to be reunited. Even if he was no longer around, she would still have the chance to summon her beloved.

When she carried out the ritual though, she instead came face-to-face (well, mask) with her old friend from long ago: the beautiful Prince of Lanling, who met his end through betrayal. Even though she looked different than when she did all those centuries ago, he recognized her immediately.

"My wish had come true," Was all he said and that was all she needed.

And then there was the Emperor of this Chinese Lostbelt. If she had interacted with him at any point in the original history of Earth, she no longer remembered. But as the Lostbelt King of this formerly pruned timeline, Qin Shi Huang reached an accord with Akuta that would allow her to reunite with her beloved after a literal eternity on her end.

However, that was when she first came to the original version of this Lostbelt as things were slightly different in all the ways that mannered.

They were still overall the same, but now he had a vendetta that didn't previously exist—a vendetta that she now shared for that traitorous frog's acts of rebellion. She knew she was selfish and didn't care about the harm Gamano did to the capital, all she cared about was the attempted harm towards her slumbering beloved.

She'd get her vengeance—she swore it.

"Master! I think I found something!" Her Servant's call pulled Akuta out of her contemplation of recent events. She moved to where he was over some rubble and saw…

"Hmm… oh yes, I think this could work most splendidly for us."


"...Or at least, that is how the story is supposed to go for the Synchronized Intellect Nation."

"Synchronized Intellect Nation?" Jing Ke echoed, raising an eyebrow in bemusement from her spot. "Is that the official name Qin Shi Huang has chosen for his self-crafted 'paradise'? If so, how truly fitting for a man like him."

"I cannot say for certain." Woz responded with an almost casual shrug, his fingers tapping against the almost anachronistic cover of his book. "This tome chronicles all that ever was and all that will be in Proper Human History. And as these Lostbelts diverted from what is considered such, I could only tell you what was discovered across the rest of the Imaginary Tree. The Lostbelts we face are an alteration from what you could consider 'normal' within what is already abnormal. At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if all these alterations to time itself have caused the Oma Reki to develop some level of sentience in the process."

Jing Ke smirked, folding her arms. "You talk as if your little book is alive."

Woz, ever composed, met her gaze with his ever knowing smile. "Would that truly be the most surprising thing to learn at this point?"

A brief silence followed before Jing Ke let out an amused huff. "No, I suppose it wouldn't."

Olga let out a low sigh as she leaned back into her seat, taking a brief moment to collect her thoughts and reassess the situation at hand. They had already spoken to the chief earlier, who gave them the gist of the situation about the go-ons of the Lostbelt, before being brought here to rest for the night. However, as the rest Chaldea's assembled forces sat or stood around her in various states of contemplation, their temporary lodgings offering little comfort in the face of the mystery before them.

Woz, ever the dramatic performer, snapped his grand tome shut with a theatrical finality, "And that," he announced, "is the history that was meant to be—the original course of this Lostbelt before… external forces saw fit to reshape it." He let his words linger in the air, waiting for someone to bite.

Olga did.

"That's the problem," she muttered, rubbing her temple as she processed the information. "What you just read—it should be how this Lostbelt was supposed to exist, yet…" She trailed off, frowning as a deeper, almost instinctual unease settled over her. "I can feel it. Time itself has been interfered with using a different timeline - Kamen Rider Shinobi's timeline to be exact. It's as if two separate rivers have been forced together into a single stream—merged as if they have always been one in the same instead of replaced like the Lostbelts are attempting to do with Proper Human History."

And there was only one suspect for all this: Finis. If only they knew what their goals were.

"...You think if we leave a few Holy Grails out in the open, Kaitou will show up?" Olga semi-seriously considered the idea. Not like Ritsuka was using them; Chaldea had like ten of them in its stockpile last time she checked on them.

"Unfortunately, I do not think Holy Grails are as treasured within the multiverse as one would think," Woz smirked as he shot down that half-baked idea.

"That would only attract another type of trouble, Field Director…" Mash added quietly.

"Of course it would," Sighed the Field Director, scratching the back of her head in frustration. "Then I guess our next lead would be the Riders themselves. How do we attract them?"

The ninja Riders, as they learned from the village chief in their discussions earlier that night, were rebels who sought to bring down the Emperor and free the citizens all over the globe. However, as the chief and other villagers put it, all they do is bring chaos and death with their acts of terrorism. Olga understood how the villagers would come to see the Kamen Riders that way, but she had to bite her tongue to not argue back. The title of Kamen Rider was meant to one of heroism and justice, yet all the inhabitants here saw the title as one that belonged to the devil.

…Tsukasa would probably be laughing his ass off if he was here, that self-important bastard.

It was frustrating regardless, and Olga hoped to learn more about them and figure out how to redeem their title to the people of this Lostbelt. She wasn't doing this to be liked (well, it's not her main priority), but she hated the way all those village folks were looking at them despite her and Woz risking themselves to protect them. Meanwhile, the Servants were treated more nicely if only by a small margin. They had been questioned for why they were associating with people like Olga though.

If what Woz told them was right, about how this Lostbelt should have been, the inhabitants lived what looked to be pretty comfy lives until one looked under the hood. They were supposed to be under the protection of the Emperor, and they would in turn work their lives away for the empire. In exchange for individuality— nobody here had names besides the upper class citizenry in the capital —they could live their whole lives without worrying about much. It sounded wrong to Olga, but that was how things were. Then the timeline changes happened and now basically everyone hated the Kamen Riders for daring to wish for freedom.

The only two that didn't completely treat Olga and Woz as potential enemies were the chief and his daughter—mainly because they trusted Ritsuka. Speaking of which—"You know, that girl was staring at you the entire time, Ritsuka," Olga suddenly mentioned her earlier observation. After all this serious talk, they needed a little lightheartedness and what better way than to tease their friend.

Though that piercing look from Mash gave the impression that she was doing a terrible job at it.

"I don't know what you're talking about and I respectfully refuse to dig any deeper on that matter," Ritsuka immediately replied with the roll of his eyes. He then not-so-subtly put the conversation back on track by asking, "So our next order of business should be trying to meet with the Riders of this Lostbelt?"

"Yes," Olga nodded. The Kamen Riders who fought for the freedom of the Lostbelt's inhabitants. It was certainly a noble goal, but the people here didn't see it that way. They said they had peace until the Riders came along but that couldn't be the full story. It just couldn't be…

"…We can figure all that tomorrow though. For now, let's all get some rest; we had a long day."


It was the next morning and the air was crisp with the sky painted in soft hues of gold and blue as Chaldea's group stepped outside their hut. Around them, the settlement had already come alive—farmers tending to rice fields, children running barefoot across the dirt paths, and merchants preparing goods for trade.

It was peaceful, yet that same peace felt… stale.

Olga took a deep breath, rolling her shoulders in an effort to get rid of any lingering morning stiffness as she scanned her surroundings. "Alright. We've gone over the history thanks to Woz, but that's not enough. We need to understand what kind of world we're dealing with here—not just how it came to be, but how people actually live in it."

Jing Ke leaned lazily against the hut's outer wall, idly picking at her fingers. "You mean figuring out if they'll help us or stab us in the back the moment we turn around?"

Hans let out a dry chuckle as he flipped through his book. "A fair concern. Lostbelts have a habit of being particularly unkind to 'outsiders' like us."

Mash, standing beside Ritsuka, perked up slightly. "If we want to understand this Lostbelt's culture and beliefs, we should speak to the people directly." She glanced toward the village center, where the chief's home stood among the smaller huts. "The village chief's daughter should be well-informed. Maybe she can tell us more?"

Ritsuka nodded in agreement. "It's worth a shot. If she's the next in line, she should be taught about this world's history."

Olga tapped her chin, considering it for a moment before giving a firm nod. "In that case, Ritsuka, Mash, you two go talk to her. Find out everything you can—how this world functions, how people see the Emperor, and what they think about outsiders like us. Should be a simple task considering—"

"On it," Ritsuka affirmed, stretching his arms and not giving Olga the chance to finish what she wanted to say.

"Try not to get roped into another chore while you're at it," Amakusa added with an amused smile. "Villages like this tend to have a way of turning small talk into manual labor."

Mash chuckled sheepishly. "I-It wouldn't be the worst way to get them to open up…"

Olga gave an encouraging thumbs up. "Just don't come back with a new job title, alright? We don't have time to start a farm."

As Ritsuka and Mash started off, Woz clasped his hands together with his ever-present grin. "Ah, the bonds of diplomacy. Always a fascinating thing to witness. One can only hope that their conversation does not lead them to even greater complications."

Hans shot him a side-eye glance, his glasses sliding down his nose as a result. "You say that as if complications aren't inevitable with us."

Woz chuckled. "A fair point." A rare moment where the both of them agreed on something.

Olga then turned her attention back to the others. "The rest of you, spread out and mingle with the villagers. Talk to them, see what they're like, and for the love of everything, try not to look more out of place than we already do." She shot a pointed look at Amakusa. "And no preaching."

The saint chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I would never dream of it."


It didn't take long for them to find the chief's daughter; she, like everyone else in the village, was toiling away in the wheat fields outside of the main village. Her bluish-silver hair stood out within the sea of yellow, making it easy for Ritsuka and Mash to find her. She was trying to load a large bundle of wheat onto a cart; however, she had stacked the recently harvested crop to the point she couldn't see what was in front of her. "Is it here? No…" They heard her muttering to herself as she tried locating the cart.

"Here, let me help."

"Huh?" Before she could register their sudden appearance, Ritsuka had taken half the bundle out of her hand and loaded it on the cart. "Oh, it's you," she muttered before also putting down her half of the bundle. "What are you two doing here?"

"We were looking for you, actually. We were hoping you could tell us a bit more about how things are around here?" Ritsuka answered as he glanced around the field. There were some other villagers some distance away, but nowhere nearly enough of them to fully cover this part of the farmland—something that Mash noted as well and asked about.

"Yes. Because of the attack yesterday, half of our people are too injured to be working today," the chief's daughter answered with a depressed sigh. "We're used to working long hours but this may be too much for us today."

Even before she finished talking, Mash could tell what Ritsuka would say in response. "Then why don't we help out too? In exchange, you answer our questions."

"N–no, I can't possibly ask you for help after all you did yesterday," she tried to turn them down but both Ritsuka and Mash were already on it, gathering the harvested grains to put on the cart. "Wait, you don't need to—"

"What's it like to live here…" Ritsuka cut her off as he continued to work. He was about to mention her name before remembering that she didn't have one. "To be honest, it's weird how nobody here has a name. Wouldn't it be difficult trying to refer to another person?"

"It's… we make it work," she finally decided to give up trying to stop them as she went to pick up a scythe to cut down the crops. "To me, it's strange that all of you have names; those are reserved for the upper class. Not even my family who had led this village for generations have one," she repeated the information they were told the previous night. "Though… It's certainly convenient to have names. What did you say yours was again?"

"Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"Fujimaru… Fujimaru…" she repeated a few times, as if trying to get used to the sound it makes. "That's your family name, correct?"

"Yes."

"Fu… Fu…"

"...And my name is Mash Kyrielight," the Shielder inserted herself in the conversation of letting Ritsuka do the talking so far. After glancing between the two though, she felt she needed to take part too. "Kyrielight is my family name but I… don't actually have one in the same vein you and Senpai do. I didn't actually have a real name for the first few years of my life until one was given to me by… I guess he was a sort of father figure to me."

"Hmm… So names could just be given to someone? I thought they were meant to be special and only given when one earns it," the chief's daughter remarked.

"Well, names are special. They're meant to give one individuality… in a way," Ritsuka argued back while trying not to sound condescending or confrontational. "It's all philosophy to be honest when it comes to meaning behind one's names."

"Ah, philosophy is banned among us normal folks too," she replied in an even tone as if she was talking about the weather. "It makes life easier when one doesn't have to think about the deeper meaning of our actions."

"I mean… I can't argue against that," Ritsuka admitted with a slightly amused huff. "But… don't you wish for more? Are you satisfied with just growing and harvesting crops like this?"

"...It's the life given to me and I'm grateful for it," she answered after a moment of silence. "Even if I'm doing the same thing everyday, I do not need to wish for more. Everything here is perfect and safe… until recently of course." A sigh escaped her as she undoubtedly began thinking of the previous day's events. "There used to be guards from the capital patrolling the area; they were the ones who dealt with the beasts before their numbers grew. But because of the Kamen Riders, the patrolmen were recalled to the capital and… you saw what happened yesterday."

It was Ritsuka and Mash's turn to fall silent now. It was reasonable for the chief's daughter to be heated about the topic. After all, they would get upset too if some stranger came out of nowhere and implied the life they had was wrong and they shouldn't be happy with it.

"…Isn't it terrible to wish for something more when my life is peaceful like this?" She then asked, but it was not directed at the two—not from the way she look away from them

Ritsuka stared at her, trying to come up with a response. In the end, he could give her a vague answer, "You'll have to decide that yourself."

"...Why do you want to know about this world?" She changed the topic, turning back to meet Ritsuka's eyes. Her blue eyes contained a hint of curiosity and… wariness? "Didn't you say you hail from the islands across the sea?"

"Well, I am, but that's why we want to know more. We're not familiar with how things are here on the mainland." Ritsuka tried to play it cool; they didn't mention anything about being from outside the Lostbelt or Proper Human History for fairly obvious reasons and it was better no one knew about that yet.

"You—"

BOOM!

A distant explosion drew all their attention, originating from closer to the village. "Mash!"

"Yes, let's go, Senpai!"

"Stay here!" Ritsuka told the chief's daughter before he and Mash took off back towards the village to find out what had happened…


Olga crossed her arms, staring blankly at the sight before her. Woz, having stripped out of his dark robes and was now wearing just his dark green shirt and black pants, was hunched over in the dirt, furiously pulling weeds and tilling soil like a man possessed. His movements were precise, methodical, almost reverent—as if he were executing some grand ritual rather than simply farming.

She let out a small huff, shaking her head as an old memory resurfaced. "You know, this reminds me of that time you got way too into oni training. You even knocked Geiz and me off our drums because you were so into your own world."

Woz didn't even glance up from his work, merely responding with a smooth, "A necessary measure to achieve the desired result."

Olga narrowed her amber eyes. "Yeah, sure. I'm starting to think these are just cries for help. You'd tell me if you were going through something, right?"

To his credit, Woz did not pause but simply shook his head with an amused chuckle. "Your concern is noted, my demon queen, but misplaced. I merely appreciate efficiency."

"Right. Because nothing screams 'efficiency' like you becoming the most dedicated farmer in this entire village in one morning."

With a dramatic flourish, Woz stood up, brushing dirt from his gloves. "Speaking of efficiency, this Lostbelt operates on an entirely different principle than the world we hail from. Its stagnation is its strength, and it has no need for the chaos that Kamen Riders bring. In many ways, it is the antithesis of everything Riders represent. It is no wonder that those who stand against it are labeled as terrorists to the established order."

Olga frowned, mulling over his words. "Then if this world thrives without Kamen Riders… does it even need them? Wouldn't their very existence here just bring unnecessary disruption?"

Woz smirked, as if he anticipated the question. "Perhaps. But that depends on what you believe a Kamen Rider should be. A hero of justice, a protector of peace, or merely a force of will? This world rejects them, yet the mere presence of Chaldea here proves that the story is far from over."

"...But wouldn't a perfect world not need us?" Olga could no longer hold back the thought that had been kicking in the back of her mind since the previous night. When she learned how the people of this world lived, she was appalled for sure but then that intrusive idea wormed its way in. "I never really thought of it before but if I'm successful in bringing peace to the world as a queen… Wouldn't that mean Kamen Riders or even any other hero be unnecessary in that kind of world?"

"Perhaps, but that is unfortunately not how things work, my demon queen," Woz replied with a straight tone. "This world was pruned because it was peaceful. A balanced conflict is, and will always be, why a timeline could continue to exist. As such, you, any other Rider, or even the Super Sentais will be necessary in the eyes of the world."

"...What's a Super Sentai?"

Before Woz could respond, a sudden blur of motion caught Olga's eye. Instinct kicked in, and she barely managed to duck as a kunai whizzed past her head, embedding itself in the wooden fence behind her.

Two figures emerged from the treetops, landing gracefully in the field. Both wore traditional shinobi garb, their faces concealed behind cloth masks. The only distinguishing features were the vibrant scarves they wore—one purple, the other orange.

Woz sighed dramatically, stepping forward as if addressing an old acquaintance. "Ah, interruptions. How unfortunate. Shall we?"

A smirk spread across Olga's face as she took out the Faizphone X. "I was thinking about working up a sweat myself. You've got a lot of answers for me, Shinobi."


Within the village itself, the three Servants had been wandering around, trying to get some information from the townsfolk. Some were willing to depart with some knowledge, some were more wary as a result of them being friends with Olga. After a while, they were left just wandering the streets until Ritsuka and the others came back from whatever it was they were doing now. "I would not be surprised if they did end up working for the village," Sighed Jing Ke as she sat down on a bench to rest her feet.

"Oh, undoubtedly," Amakusa smiled as he nursed the few bumps on his head. Not so surprisingly, he had tried to spread the joy of his religion to some of the villagers only to be knocked in the back of his head by Jing Ke for his troubles.

"Can we just head back to the house and rest. I'm tired of walking around," Hans complained, wanting nothing more than to get back. "Better yet, the Shadow Border. I desire a cold room and drink."

"Don't be so demanding, Caster?" Jing Ke rolled her eyes before feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. "...Get down!"

"Hu—?!" Hans was pulled away from his spot before several kunai stabbed into ground where he stood. "Oh great. More fighting," Was the Caster's only complaint before several black orbs landed around their feet. It took a second for them to realize those "orbs" had fuses and by the time they did—

BOOM!

—it would have been too late.

Keyword: would have been.

Though they were left coughing from the smoke, the Servants were ultimately unharmed by the small bombs their attackers were using. "Come out!" Jing Ke ordered as she pulled out her knife, staring in the direction where she deduced the ninjas were hiding.

"Told ya it wouldn't work," Sighed a female voice before three figures emerged from the shadows. They were all dressed similarly with the exception of their scarfs— one wore green, the second blue, and the final pink. "Master told us we wouldn't be able to put a scratch of them without transforming."

"Shush." The second one wearing the green scarf, also a woman and quite younger sounding, replied like a petulant child. "I wanted to confirm, okay?"

Meanwhile, the third member of their party, the one wearing the pink scarf was staring at Amakusa in particular before she spoke in a confused tone, "Father?"

"…What?" Basically everyone else reacted the same way in unison.

"Ruler, explain!"

"What are you asking me for? I don't know either!"

"That's what all the deadbeats say…"


Admittedly, trying to shoot a ninja with a laser gun was not as easy as it sounded. Olga was forced to wait for an opening to make use of all the fighting techniques Geiz had drilled into her, but her opponent was relentless. The ninja in the purple scarf moved like a phantom, slipping through the gaps of her gunfire with precise, fluid movements. Every time she thought she had a shot, he was already somewhere else, weaving through the air like a falling leaf in the wind.

Woz, on the other hand, was handling his opponent with far more ease—though "handling" might not have been the right word. With an almost theatrical flourish, he deflected a kunai with the flat of his book, then gracefully sidestepped a follow-up strike from the orange-scarfed ninja. He chuckled, looking almost amused.

"My, my," Woz mused, twirling his book between his fingers before neatly smacking his attacker's hand aside. "You two certainly have talent, but might I suggest refining your technique? There's a certain lack of dramatic flair—"

A kunai barely missed his face.

"So eager for blood."

Meanwhile, Olga had finally found her chance. Her opponent lunged in for a direct strike—a mistake. Instead of retreating, she stepped into his guard, twisting her body to the side and grabbing his extended arm. With a sharp pivot of her hips, she used his own momentum against him, wrenching him off-balance. A sharp gasp left the ninja's lips as he found himself flipped, his feet momentarily leaving the ground before slamming back down.

Before he could recover, Olga maneuvered behind him, locking his arms in place with a practiced grip. His body tensed against hers as he struggled, but she had him.

She didn't give him a chance to fight back. In one swift motion, she reached forward and yanked down his scarf, the fabric slipping free from his face like a curtain being drawn open.

The instant she saw his face, she knew victory was hers

Instead of reacting with shock or hesitation, Olga smirked and hopped back, the purple scarf now clutched in her hand. She spun it between her fingers before draping it over her shoulder, standing tall with an air of nonchalance. Her body language was completely at odds with the aggressive stance her opponent had immediately taken up again.

For a moment, they stood there, sizing each other up in the aftermath of the reveal. Then, with a casual shrug, Olga spread her arms as if welcoming an old friend.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that our reunion would go down like this, considering how we first met, Kagura Rentaro."

The ninja stiffened, his sharp eyes narrowing as a flicker of shock passed over his face.

"You—how do you know my name?"

Olga grinned at his reaction, savoring the look of disbelief that played across his features.

"What kind of queen would I be if I ever forgot a face like yours?"


Back at it baby! And yes, we are doing that reveal from that Tycoon x Shinobi special, with less disturbing implications!

…Hey, blame Toei, not us for going that route.

I do find it interesting to discuss how Kamen Riders place in a setting such as Lostbelt China, with its very foundations opposing the purpose of a Kamen Rider and what they are all about.

Hope you guys look forward to what we have planned for the rest of this storyline. Here's to hoping that we pull it off!

FB113: …Yes. Yes, I did. I will not be taking any questions ehe. In any case, a rather simple chapter all things considered but things should be ramping up in the upcoming chapters. Other than that, not much for me to say so see you all next time!

Do not hesitate to comment and see you all next time!