#saber king of the jungle

[all-action-all-picture]

1985 ad for the first two issues of Eagle Picture Library. The title lasted for 14 issues. I don't remember ever seeing these.

The first issue featured a reprint of a Saber, King of the Jungle story with art by Joe Colquhoun. I don't know where this first appeared but Saber originally appeared in Tiger with some of his adventures later reprinted in Vulcan.

Murder in Space was a reprint of a Jet-Ace Logan story with art by Brian Lewis. I think this also originally appeared in Tiger in the 1960's.

Treasury of British Comics.

[chernobog13]

Frank Frazetta's splash page for the first issue of Thun'da, King of the Congo (1952).

Thun'da started off with a great, if not quite completely original premise: a modern man (Roger Drum)finds himself trapped in a lost land populated by prehistoric beasts and strange races of men. In the course of the first issue, Drum learns not only how to survive, but becomes the mightiest warrior in the land, the warrior known as Thun'da!

Thun'da becomes ruler of the land, gains a shapely girl friend named Pha, and even gets a pet saber-toothed tiger named.....(wait for it)....Sabre. But also in the course of that first issue the three of them get stranded outside the lost land when earthquakes seal it off. They take up residence in the Congo region of Africa, where Thun'da just becomes another Tarzan-wannabe, albeit with a pet saber-toothed tiger.

Sadly, Frazetta only provided the artwork for the first issue. The remaining five in the series had artwork by Bob Powell who, let's face it, was no Frazetta.

And the stories became generic yarns that you could find in any jungle-themed comic book on the stands. Instead of battling dinosaurs, beast men, giant snakes, and ape-men riding mammoths, Thun'da battled Russian spies, hostile tribes, slavers, hostile Arabs, ivory thieves, and a bunch of garden variety crooks.

On the other hand, the comic was the basis for the 1952 movie serial King of the Congo, starring Buster Crabbe as Thun'da (spelled Thunda). It had the distinction of being Crabbe's last serial role, as well as the last Tarzan-like serial made.

[itsuki-minamy]

"K - RETURN OF KINGS" (Novel)

CHAPTER 5: CONNECTIONS

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

XX slowled raise her head.

It was a family room. There was a table, a dresser, and a TV. The aluminum sheet next to her was open, and soft sunlight streamed in from the porch.

It was the house of XX.

After blinking several times, XX looked around. Neither mother nor father. Did they go shopping or work? Even when she called out to them, the only response was silence, which only increased XX's loneliness.

At that moment, a voice shouted.

She looked to the side. Before she knew it, a cat was sitting on the sunny porch.

What was that cat called? Of course, yes.

"Tamagoro!"

A hoarse voice came from nearby.

XX turned to the direction of the voice in surprise, and then.

She got goosebumps all over her body.

There was a small altar in front of her.

It shouldn't have happened until now.

The altar looked like it hadn't been maintained in a long time. The flowers in the vase had dried up and not even the ashes were left in the incense holder. The dark and gloomy door closed tightly, but slowly, it was about to open.

She didn't want to see.

She shouldn't look.

Although she knew that, her body did not move. The door would open by itself. XX remained rigid, imprinting that movement on her dry eyeballs.

Two portraits of the deceased were enshrined on the altar.

One showed a white-haired boy smiling kindly.

One showed a grumpy, dark-haired boy.

Her heart began to pound.

Help.

XX just wanted that. She needed help. At that time, she just wanted to escape from that place.

XX twisted her neck with all her strength and turned to the side. To ask for help from the only existence that was not her, Tamagoro lying on the porch. Then she turned her eyes.

Tamagoro was not there.

A parrot with green feathers was perched.

XX widened her eyes, the parrot opened its mouth and clearly called out her name.

"Ameno Miyabi."

And Neko jumped.

She opened her eyes as wide as she could. Her body was wet with a cold sweat. She held tight to her heart that was beating like a bell from the top of her nightwear.

Neko tried to forget the dream, but she couldn't.

That name, that scene. She was stuck in her head and wouldn't let go. The dream seemed to merge with reality and spread right next to the bed. It took tremendous courage to confirm it.

When she looked to the side, Shiro was sleeping peacefully.

A relief that made her want to cry spread through Neko.

With that feeling, Neko buried her face in Shiro's chest. She could hear Shiro's sleepy voice.

"Neko...? What's wrong...?"

Neko didn't respond to that sleepy voice, instead she just shook her head. She was afraid to even tell him that she had a scary dream. As soon as she uttered it, it would come true that she couldn't help but feel like she was being attacked.

Unable to sleep or close her eyes, Neko clung to Shiro, trembling until morning.

++++++++++

Seeing the "Jungle" Clansman jump out of the alley on the right, Andy Domyoji smiled and grabbed the hilt of his saber.

"Domyoji, ready!"

The lock was released by voice recognition and the saber was drawn at the same time he began to run. Noticing the approaching white blade, the green masked clansman flinched. However, as expected of a mid-range, he immediately turned his PDA towards them and displayed an interception stance.

Domyoji's smile turned fierce, and a voice of fighting spirit spilled from his throat.

"Oyaaaaaaaaaa!"

Leaping to dodge the electrical discharge emitted from the PDA, he quickly approached the shaken clansman and struck him on the side of the head with the hilt of his saber.

After tying up the unconscious clansman, Domyoji let out a triumphant cry over the radio.

"Ok, one step up."

But what he returned was a warning.

"Domyoji! Behind you!"

"Huh? Gah!"

A group of green masks that seem to be friends were emerging from the alley. With murderous intent clearly visible through their masks, they pointed their weapons at Domyoji.

"Grrrroooaaahh!"

Furthermore, they were all knocked down at once by the giant that broke through.

Rikio Kamamoto, the leader of "Homura". With a massive body of over 100 kilograms and a red aura, he looks like an advancing heavy tank. After being run over by Kamamoto, the green masks flew through the air and rolled on the ground before being captured by the "Homura" clansmen who had been waiting for them.

"Ok, we caught the shit!"

"Give me the rope!"

Raising an animated voice, they skillfully placed the power suppression tools on the green masks. Taking a deep breath, Domyoji looked around.

The number of green masks in the report was six. They all seemed to have been caught.

Domyoji put down his saber and saluted Kamamoto.

"Thanks for your help!"

Kamamoto turned around and gave a thumbs up with a pleasant smile.

"Oh! You are welcome!"

Domyoji laughed and thought, "What the hell are these good guys?"

He had never collaborated with one of the "Homura" clansmen, but when he put together a united front like that, he got along well with Domyoji. Well, Domyoji is in the free-spirited category of "Scepter 4", so it's only natural that he would have a strong affinity with "Homura".

Then, Benzai and Kamo rushed up from behind.

"Domyoji, you stand out too much on your own!"

Domyoji waved his hand to the side of his face.

"Yes, the red guys were blocking the front. They're resourceful, so if you play with the green ones and spread them around, they'll take care of the rest."

"Not bad tactically, but relying too much on other clans..."

Domyoji chuckled slightly at Benzai, who was still scolding him.

"Benzai is not feeling well."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"No, don't worry about it, we are talking about this."

Domyoji thought that Benzai, along with Akiyama, is a "Scepter 4" duo type. At best he is honest, at worst he is stubborn. This joint front is also following the rules, but they can't seem to move well because they lack flexibility.

"Akiyama, turn the transport vehicle around. Oh, we've secured them all."

Kamo, who finished contacting the escort team, joined the conversation.

"His illegal networks follow secondary routes that we often overlook. We were able to control this matter on the first try. Even if you thank him, you will be punished."

"Kamo is right. He is realistic."

"So what are you talking about...?"

Kamo had a questioning expression on his face and Benzai accepted the words, albeit bitterly.

"It is true that our security shifts have improved significantly."

"If you try it, it'll work surprisingly well. I'm thankful I had more hands. Thanks to that, I can take a shower."

"Well, that is..."

Benzai smiled wryly at Domyoji, who crossed his arms and nodded.

At that moment, a transport vehicle turned the corner of the street.

Akiyama's subordinates are driving.

And sitting in the passenger seat is Saruhiko Fushimi.

"Oh...", Domyoji thought and pretended not to see it. Just imagining how Fushimi, who originally belonged to "Homura", thinks about the current situation, makes him cringe. Domyoji tried to leave the place to avoid getting involved as much as possible.

And, he threw a juice at him, and Domyoji reflexively received it. The one who gave it to him was the "Homura" member, Kamamoto. He smiled and lifted his own juice.

"Good job. That's a gift."

"Oh, thanks."

As he said thank you, Domyoji couldn't help but worry about the passenger seat of the transport vehicle. As he tried not to look in that direction, Kamamoto and Akiyama got out of the car and started a meeting.

"Can I get in that car?"

"Oh, please."

The "Homura" members began to load the restrained "Jungle" clansmen in the back seat. He thought he heard the click of his tongue, but Domyoji drank the juice and pretended not to hear it.

++++++++++

It was Usagi who asked him to clean Kokujoji's belongings.

He is an old rabbit that Shiro knows well. He doesn't know exactly what kind of chain of command "Tokijikuin" has, but from the fact that he served Kokujoji until the last moment, he was probably the "King's" closest vassal.

At first, Shiro was confused by his offer.

He certainly was an ally of Kokujoji. But that was nearly 70 years ago, and he hadn't even heard his voice since he fled into the sky. If Kokujoji's memory is accepted, there must be someone more suitable than him.

"There was no such person before you."

The answer weighed heavily on Shiro's back.

Has the lieutenant lived his entire life without making family, friends, or close friends?

After a moment, Shiro nodded.

The old rabbit didn't say anything, just bowed deeply.

It was a well-appointed room.

Tatami mats and shoji screens, Japanese sliding doors and chests of drawers, hanging scrolls and Japanese swords in the alcove. It's been a long time since people lived here, but not a single piece of dust has fallen on the tatami mats. This is probably proof of how much the owner of this room has been revered.

"This is the first time I've come to the lieutenant's room."

There was no longer anyone to respond to the fallen words.

Still, Shiro could feel his presence in the room. It was as if he could imagine how Kokujoji had lived in that place.

"You've been here alone..."

The room was too plain for a man of power who had led that country out of the quagmire of defeat. Perhaps Kokujoji wasn't allowed the luxury of private time. Control others, discipline yourself and continue to support a nation. To accomplish such a feat, he must have given up the worldly happiness of him as a human being.

But among them, there is only one. There was something that showed Kokujoji's humanity.

A photograph leaning against a Japanese chest of drawers.

There are three people in the image. Daikaku Kokujoji and Adolf K. Weismann straightened up. And...

"Lieutenant. My sister prepared something amazing like this."

The papers in Shiro's hands were as old as the photographs. The last person in the photo made it. Claudia Weismann, co-investigator of the "Dresden Slate" and his older sister.

"Many years after we parted ways, it was exhumed from a bunker next to the lab. Kusanagi-san found it when it was donated to the library in a box and left there for a long time without knowing what it was. Look, that Library Officer Red General Staff."

Stroking the surface of the document, Shiro narrowed his eyes. Handwriting, the habit of writing, scribbling here and there brought Isana Yashiro back to when he was Adolf K. Weismann.

The smell of the wind blowing through the majestic streets of Dresden. Voices of people talking and laughing in a familiar language. A strange-tasting homemade dish brought in between studies. Memories of the bright days that had passed half a century ago floated in Adolf's mind, and then disappeared.

"It seems my sister was able to see through it all. The lieutenant went straight to make his dreams come true, and I was lost in front of my inflated dreams, all..."

While he was flipping through the documents and saying that, something slipped across the space. He bent down and picked it up.

It was also a photograph.

It's the same composition as the photo hanging on the Japanese dresser, but it was taken right after. Even though more than half a century has passed, he still remembers that time vividly.

It was Claudia who suggested taking another photo. This time, she put the mouse used in the experiment on Kokujoji's head, saying that that boy should be with them. Kokujoji was taken aback by his sister's jokes, and Adolf saw this and laughed.

A time that will never return, but that certainly existed.

Shiro read the scribbles written in the corner of the photo.

"Irren ist menschlich." (To err is human.)

Mistakes are human nature. Forgiveness is the work of God.

With a pop, he felt a light pat on his back.

He looked back without wanting to. There was no one there, of course. There was only Adolf K. Weismann Isana Yashiro, and his sister or his friend was not there.

Shiro closed his eyes silently.

God is in heaven. The only thing he could do when he went down to the ground is face his mistakes. Because even if he doesn't get forgiveness, he can't move on without it.

He opened his eyes. He took the photo frame and attached it to a small box.

The memory of the mistake was also an irreplaceable memory. He was sure that it would be a light to go on.

When he left the room, Neko jumped towards him as if to say that she was waiting for him.

"Shiro!"

With a wry smile, he huged and caress her with one hand. Shiro thought lightly that the reason why Neko had become so spoiled these days was probably the effect of his long absence.

Kuro, who was taking care of him outside, asked him with a mysterious expression.

"You're done?"

"Yes. Even though it was called organizing belongings, there were hardly any personal belongings."

Kokujoji's relics were gathered in a box that he could carry under his arm. That was all Kokujoji had. Grasping that meaning, Kuro lowered his eyes with a mournful expression.

And suddenly Kuro put his hand on the hilt of his sword and Neko stiffened.

Before he knew it, almost 10 rabbits had appeared in the courtyard in front of the private room of Kokujoji.

All of them wore rabbit masks and black clothes. The figure that was destroyed seemed to embody Kokujoji's ideals.

With a look on his face, Shiro let go of Kuro and Neko's guard and spoke to the old rabbit that appeared in the hallway.

"The lieutenant's order was to cooperate with me until I came back down to the ground, but I asked you to extend it longer."

"Useless words. You are my king's friend."

Old rabbits wore their sleeves pushed together in front. After that, all the rabbits in the yard bowed at once.

"According to my king's will, the Golden Clan "Tokijikuin" will only be involved in the preservation of the current system from now on. We will stop actively getting involved in the situation. With your permission."

As "Silver King", Shiro said:

"Forgive me."

And as Kokujoji's friend, Shiro said:

"About Daikaku Kokujoji... Thank you for everything."

"...Ha."

Both sleeves trembled slightly. Looking at him, Shiro felt a little relieved.

Daikaku Kokujoji may not have had anyone close to him. His family, his friends, but certainly there were those who cared for him.

"Still, it's 'Tokijikuin'. As rumored, it's a formidable clan."

After leaving Mihashira Tower and walking down the street, Kuro said something like that.

"Is that so? Well, it's hard to get along at first sight, but if you talk to them, they're good-natured people, aren't they?"

"It's not about looks or personality. It's about skill."

Kuro said embarrassed.

"Mihashira Tower is a dependent territory of "Tokijikuin". I should have known they were there, but they appeared without any sign, so I inadvertently became wary. Now that I think about it, it was disrespectful."

"Yes, yes! I was surprised too!"

Neko nodded and Shiro smiled wryly.

"The "Tokijikuin" clan has been running this country for a long time. The number of people and the thickness of the ranks are incomparable with other clans. Those people are also stationed in the Mihashira Tower, so I think they must be quite influential."

However, it is said that even these people were unable to stop Mishakuji Yukari alone in the Mihashira Tower Attack Incident. Partly it was because the "Golden King" was weak, but more than that, it was because Mishakuji was that powerful.

As he walked, Kuro crossed his arms in annoyance.

"It's a bit harsh that we can't rely on the Golden Clan as a fighting force even though the battle against "Jungle" is about to intensify..."

"They are not a simple combat unit. They are the control system of the 'Slate' that controls the key points of this country. We cannot afford to lose them by running carelessly. The lieutenant knew that too, so he put the condition of to wait until I got down to the ground."

On the side of the street, "Scepter 4" personnel are stationed to guard Mihashira Tower. Kuro looked at them sideways and said with a frown.

"Hm, so... Is that the "Blue King" who is running the "Slate" now?"

That sentence clicked with a nuance. Shiro scoffed.

"What, are you still holding on to the fact that you were bullied before?"

"No!"

"Nyahahahaha! Kurosuke was criticized!"

"Well, it's not that kind of private feeling, it's more…"

"You got hit by that guy who almost killed you, so isn't Kurosuke really weak?"

"Neko! You!"

Enraged, Kuro approached Neko, who jumped and dodged. When the two started chasing each other around Shiro, the "Scepter 4" clansmen looked at them wondering what was going on. Shiro entered the arbitration, greeting them with a friendly smile.

"Well. Munakata-san can't help it, because he is a "King". Rather, I admire the courage you had to challenge him."

"Hmm..."

Hearing Shiro's words of praise lightly, Kuro made an expression that wasn't bad.

"As for Mishakuji Yukari, I want you to work a little harder."

"Guh..."

Hearing Shiro's reproachful words, Kuro closed his eyes in frustration and lowered his head.

"I know... I'm not as good as him... But still, in order to beat him, I will train every day with the spirit of devotion and diligence."

"No, Kuro? You're kidding, aren't you? Don't worry too much about it. You weren't doing your best back then."

"Idiot! How can you beat him with such a spoiled idea! Mishakuji Yukari is a traitor who pointed his sword at Ichigen-sama, and my mission as a servant is to defeat him."

"Oh, that's too much trouble. Say something to him, Neko."

Shiro made that comment to Neko and noticed that she was terribly quiet.

"Neko? What's up?"

A while ago, Neko should have been rolling with laughter, but she had a completely different expression. A look of fear, anxiety, and impatience that he had never seen before. As she clung to Shiro's arm, Neko was staring at one point.

"...Over there. Just now, someone was watching."

"Over there?"

In front of Neko's gaze, there was nothing but a nondescript street tree. Shiro patted Neko on her back, trying to reassure her.

"There's no one there. It's okay."

"Yes. He was looking. Absolutely, about Wagahai..."

Saying that in a low voice, Neko buried her face in Shiro's arm. Seeing that unusual situation, Shiro and Kuro exchanged glances and bowed their heads.

++++++++++

Prime Minister Samukawa Kanichi.

That's his title. As a representative of the Cabinet, which is the executive branch, he is the most important civilian. He is the top of Japan, and the direction of this country depends only on his will.

At least, that is what it seems.

That is not really so, it was just a "presumption" among those who held a certain position. There are other supreme powers. Those who have even greater power than the chief elected by the people. Political tasks that they use conveniently, that was the reality of the Prime Minister.

Samukawa never felt dissatisfied with it. Originally, he was a self-protective person, and the position of Prime Minister became the result of sticking to the "shadow of the big tree". This is Samukawa's true nature, and this is why he became a politician.

But even so, the current situation was frustrating for Samukawa.

Official residence of the prime minister, office. Originally, it could be called the most important place in this country. Everyone but Samukawa must be nervous, considerate, and humble in this place.

Despite that, the man puffed out his chest arrogantly and acted as if he owned the room.

Reisi Munakata, Head of the Fourth Branch of the Family Registration Division, Tokyo Legal Affairs Office.

Officially, he is just an official. As the Prime Minister, it is incomparable to him, and it is an existence that can be blown up.

All that changes when you put the premise. Munakata will become an entity called "King", and Samukawa will become nothing more than a political institution.

"As explained above, we, "Scepter 4", have officially assumed the authority to manage Mihashira Tower and "Dresden Slate". A notice will come from the Golden Clan soon."

"With Gozen gone, are you literally pretending to be a king?"

The sarcastic way of speaking is a far cry from Samukawa's usual. Putting emotions behind a smile is the basis of politicians. He hasn't been able to do that. Even Samukawa took offense as he gave a sly smile at a youth who was much younger than him.

However, Munakata seemed to pay no attention to Samukawa's irritation.

"I'm not pretentious. I'm the "King" defined by the "Slate"."

Samukawa's temples twitched. He thought about how to teach the rude youth about his position, but in the meantime, Munakata dropped a bombshell.

"Therefore, we will also transfer the priority of the orders to each national institution held by the Golden Clan."

Samukawa's eyes widened and his hips began to float.

"No, impossible! Just when..."

"Just when you took the weight off of yourself?"

After noting the point, Samukawa fell silent.

The "Golden King", Kokujoji Daikaku, is a distinguished man who has rebuilt this country. No one in the world of politics or business can match him in terms of status, honor, or power. He is truly a political giant, and it is precisely his intention that an existence like the "King" can do as it pleases.

It was about two months ago that rumors began to circulate that Kokujoji was dead.

Of course, rumors are just rumors. No one had confirmation. However, in reality, Kokujoji no longer appears on the surface, and the rabbits' contact is nothing more than maintaining the system. It was clear that Kokujoji was in a situation where he couldn't give orders.

"King" is a high-ranking existence of politicians. That is the premise.

And finally the time had come to tear down that "premise" that had been hanging over their heads for a long time after the war. It was time for them, who were elected by the people, to recover their legitimate rights.

Even though he had such expectations.

Seeing Samukawa's agitation, Munakata smiled. It wasn't a smirk. It's a warm smile that tells a child, "You don't have to be ambitious if you don't know where you are."

"Don't worry, Prime Minister. We have no intention of influencing the fortunes of the nation with our own selfish desires."

Samukawa stopped breathing and Munakata continued calmly.

"At the moment, we are only asking for smooth cooperation from all quarters towards the confrontation with the Green Clan that threatens the peace of the world."

"You assume the right to give orders, please."

"The way a base has is what is called order. I kindly ask for your cooperation as the Prime Minister."

Samukawa clenched his teeth to keep from making noise.

Evidenced form, that is, system.

The current Samukawa couldn't reverse that.

The system continues to function even after the death of the founder. "Tokijikuin", properly operated by those pesky rabbits, is still in effect. If the youth in front of them demand the transfer of power according to the system, they have no choice but to respond.

"In short, are you telling me to follow you?"

"If you put it that way, yes."

Samukawa closed his eyes for a moment at Munakata's simple answer.

The next time he opened his eyes, there was a smile on his face.

"I see! If that's the case, I'll give you my full cooperation, Munakata-kun!"

Munakata's expression didn't change, but the attendant behind him was startled. Samukawa's sudden change was so splendid.

"I will notify every ministry and agency through the Chief Cabinet Secretary. Let's do our best to ensure that your "Scepter 4" can operate without delay. That must be the testament that Gozen left behind!"

"Then so shall it be."

When Munakata spoke, he felt his eyes shake again, but this time he was able to contain himself. He had experienced that kind of humiliation and bitterness countless times in his life as a politician. Survival was far more important than that pride.

He did not nullify the premise.

Not now.

The change is already happening. If "Scepter 4" really has the same power as "Tokijikuin"... Is it long term? When looking while taking a co-op system, there will be something that can be seen.

It is precisely when we determine that, that it is time to act.

"Anyway, I was wondering what would happen if Gozen disappeared, but if Munakata-kun puts it all together, I'm relieved! Well, the future of this country is bright! Hahahahahaha…"

As he gently turned his tongue, Samukawa also turned his thoughts around.

The Green Clan. An organization that appears to be hostile to "Scepter 4". First, he would start investigating from there.

++++++++++

The war is waged within 10.2 inches.

Multiple green light points move on a wireframe map. A blue dot suddenly appears there, blocking the green path. The greens scatter and try to escape the blue by taking their own routes, but this time a red dot of light appears in front of them, a giant X mark was carved on top of the green dot of light sandwiched between the red and blue.

Kusanagi placed the tablet on the bar counter after confirming that the large letters "TARGET NEUTRALIZED" appeared in the center of the screen.

"It seems that the joint fight with the Blue Clan is unexpectedly going well."

"Yes."

The one who answered was Anna, who was drinking juice on the seat at the counter. She didn't need to look at the tablet or anything like that, instead she was the source of the location information that was displayed on the tablet.

Anna's original ability to respond increased dramatically after she became the "King". The marbles with her supernatural powers function as "terminals" for her sentient abilities. As long as you have the marble, they can communicate with each other without any electronic network. By distributing marbles to not only "Homura", but also "Scepter 4", they have built an information network that could be called the "Supernatural Power Network".

That is one of the new advantages gained by the "Three Kings Alliance". Jungle's superiority so far has been its control over the electronic network. If you blindfold him, "Jungle" will never beat the alliance.

"Ah, they are very lucky."

Yata, who was sitting on the couch, muttered so and dropped the tablet.

"Hey, Kusanagi-san, why am I on standby here? Even if you're going to blow those green guys away, without this Yatagarasu, you'll have to deal with "Homura"."

Kusanagi looked at Yata in astonishment,

"Idiot. If you see green, you'll run in without looking back. I heard various things, what kind of recklessness Yata-chan did during the cooperation operation with the blue ones."

"Gak..."

Yata shuddered. Seeing that, Kusanagi sighed quietly.

He thought that he had calmed down a bit, but Yata was still Yata. In the operation with "Jungle", he ignored cooperation and rushed over, rampaging without thinking about the damage to the surroundings, and even ended up fighting with "Scepter 4" who tried to stop him. In response, Kusanagi would have a headache.

With that said, Yata was also right.

"I can't help it. I can't keep my cool when I'm in front of those green guys. It's about Mikoto-san and Totsuka-san..."

Saying that, Yata cut off his words. Like he hates talking about it.

Until now, Yata has suppressed his anger towards "Jungle". The explosive power when released would not be suitable for cooperation. No doubt it was Kusanagi himself who told him not to deflect anger away from them, and it might be a bit unreasonable to ask him to adjust the output as well.

Kusanagi knows. The strength of Yata's feelings and the frustration that comes with it. That's why he spoke in a soft tone.

"Well, people like us are important too. Reserve forces, you say. In preparation for accidents, you always need to have some leeway."

"Is that being a substitute?"

Kusanagi smiled wryly at the Yata-style way of saying it.

"Yes, don't be silly. Yata-chan is the one saying that he's going to protect Anna."

"That's right."

Yata awkwardly looked away and looked at Anna. Anna was calmly drinking juice. Her calm demeanor oozes the dignity of a "King".

Hitting the tablet with his finger, Kusanagi said as if to persuade him.

"Yata-chan, you have to learn to look at things from a distance. This is a good opportunity."

"Hey..."

Yata took the tablet again while letting out a careless voice. Even as he curled his lips, he rubbed awkwardly with his fingertips, trying to grasp the battle situation.

Kusanagi returned his gaze to his tablet and opened the information screen.

"The "Green King" hasn't shown any conspicuous movement since the turmoil in Gakuenjima. It's only the clansmen in the end who are still rampaging."

"As long as you're being watched from blue front and red rear, you can't make any perceptible movement. But..."

Looking at the marbles placed on the counter, Anna said quietly.

"He's not holding back, he's gathering strength."

"It's like sharpening your fangs to make the next big thing happen... It's a spooky story."

Yata, who was on the couch, laughed heartily.

"No matter what, there are three "Kings" here, with Anna leading the way. Even if those green bugs bring their boss, we'll crush them easily!"

Yata stated so confidently, but Kusanagi's expression did not clear.

"Three "Kings", even if you say that..."

As he muttered, the exchanges at Gakuenjima revived in Kusanagi's mind.

"Could you tell the "Red Queen" to keep an eye on the status of the "Blue King"?"

The "Silver King" Isana Yashiro told Kusanagi that when he handed over the documents related to the "Dresden Slate".

"What do you mean status?"

"I can't say exactly what it is, but it's very dangerous. It's like…"

Shiro kept his mouth shut, as if he was hesitating to say anything else. Therefore, Kusanagi was able to accurately understand what he was saying.

It's like Suoh Mikoto.

Kusanagi groaned.

"The regicide charge, huh?"

It was directly Munakata who took Suoh's life. But… Even if Munakata hadn't wielded the sword from him, the “Sword of Damocles” would have fallen and Suoh would have lost his life.

A "King" can only be killed by a "King". It's a taboo. Appropriate punishment will be given to those who violate the taboo. That was the "regicide charge" destabilization of the royal authority due to the rapid increase in Weismann deviation, and the end result was the riot.

Suoh killed the "Colorless King". As a result, it went out of control and caused enormous damage to the entire Kanto region. It was Munakata's sword that prevented it from happening, but because of this, Munakata also had to bear the burden of regicide.

"You've noticed the signs, right?"

"The "Sword of Damocles"..."

It is now an open secret that the gigantic sword that towered in the blue sky had some flaws in its majesty. Every time Munakata wielded his royal power, the fault seemed to grow. He doesn't want to imagine what's to come, but he had to. If things get worse, the entire Kanto region could turn into a huge crater.

"It's not like it's going to happen right now, but the situation is the situation. It's better to be very careful."

Remembering those words, Kusanagi frowned.

"I don't know how much we can trust them anymore, and I want you to be honest about what happens to anyone. I wish it wasn't like that."

At this time, Anna put the cup on the counter and said quietly.

"I was able to meet Mikoto and the people of "Homura" thanks to the "Slate"."

There is a certain determination in Anna's eyes.

"But if someone becomes like Mikoto because of the "Slate", then I..."

"Anna, what are you saying...?"

Yata looked puzzled at Anna and then at Kusanagi.

However, Kusanagi couldn't take his eyes off Anna. The worst possible imaginable. That's what the "King'' imagines, who has the ability to resonate louder than anyone else. That raised Kusanagi's sense of crisis on several levels.

"That's why the "Blue King" is in such bad shape."

Anna didn't answer. She was looking at the counter with a penetrating gaze.

The marble touched her elbow and rolled off the counter to the floor, making a loud noise.

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She flipped the futon over and check the inside.

"Shiro?"

It wasn't there. Next up was the closet. She opened it on both sides and stuck her head inside.

"Eh? Shiro? Ah?"

Shiro was not there. She carefully opened each shelf of the dresser and said his name.

"Shiro, answer me. Shiro!"

No matter which shelf she opened, she couldn't see Shiro.

With each confirmation, Neko's anxiety grew by one. Shiro was nowhere to be found. Where had he gone? Did he go somewhere far away?

"Hey, Shiro, where are you?"

"If it's Shiro, he just left."

Kuro, who was cooking in the kitchen, said that casually.

"Where did he go? I'm going too!"

"Leave him alone for a while. I'm sure he has a lot to think about."

She spun on her heel, jumped, and when she landed on the bed, she had already taken the form of a cat. When she buried the tip of her nose in the futon, she was filled with Shiro's scent.

And, Kuro poked his head out of the kitchen. With an exasperated expression, he tried to scold Neko.

"I know you're happy to have Shiro back, but it's a bit complicated. He's not going anywhere, so calm down."

"Why!"

"...Why, you?"

"Why does Kurosuke know that?!"

As if she yelled, Neko said that.

From inside the futon, she looked at Kuro with bright blue and gold eyes. Kuro's calm demeanor annoyed her. Why didn't he care more? Where is the guarantee that Shiro will not go anywhere?

"He Might disappear again! Shutting people up is being selfish!"

"Neko..."

Kuro's expression changed to something like that.

As he wiped his hands on the edge of his apron, Kuro walked over to Neko and sat down next to her. He reached out his hand and gently stroked her forehead.

"Are you worried, Neko?"

Neko turned around and put her head inside the futon. However, Kuro never stopped stroking Neko. He placed his palm on the fur on her back and stroked her.

"Ok. Shiro isn't going anywhere. You said so."

"...Such thing."

"Can't you believe in Shiro?"

"No, it's not like that, but Shiro..."

A muffled voice echoed from the depths of the futon. She did not doubt Shiro. Kuro wouldn't tell a lie either. After searching for Shiro for a long time, she finally found it. He would never go anywhere again. She wanted to believe that, and she should have.

Still, she couldn't control the anxiety welling up inside her.

"It's strange."

As he slowly stroked Neko's back, Kuro said that longingly.

"When you were looking for Shiro, you never doubted that you would see him again. You couldn't be more optimistic. Still, you were the one who was really right."

That's how it is. Without Shiro, she never experienced such anxiety. She never felt the fear of not seeing him again.

And yet...

"Why are you so worried even though you were able to find Shiro?"

She didn't know.

Neko didn't know why. She doesn't care about Nagare or the Slate or anything like that. It is so because it is so.

Because...

Because she knows that people suddenly disappear for no reason and never come back.

"Oh!"

In the depths of the futon, in the darkness, Neko's body writhed.

With green feathers dancing in the air.

A name that was confined deep within, and she prayed that it would never revive again.

"Ameno Miyabi."

A young man's voice called out to Neko.

"No way!"

Shouting, Neko jumped. When she turned around and returned to her human form again, she hugged Kuro in surprise and buried her face into his shoulder.

Then she began to cry silently.

"Neko?"

Kuro, dismayed, raised a confused voice. But Neko couldn't handle it. Overwhelmed by inexplicable anxiety and fear, she trembled all the time.

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It was the first time in a long time that he had looked at the sky from the ground.

The sky was infinitely wide, blue and lonely. There was no one but Shiro. Therefore, it was quiet and lonely. It was the perfect place to break all ties and walk away.

The ground contrasted with the sky. It is teeming with people, and the speculations they create never cease, intricately intertwining and spreading. Thinking about it, Shiro was astonished as if it was the first time coming into contact with it.

The place where he is now, is the nostalgic Gakuenjima, the rooftop of the school building.

It's a place he used to hang out at when he was just Isana Yashiro. He would skip classes and take a nap there, and Kukuri would scold him for it. With nothing but white rice in hand, he would beg everyone for a side dish and turn it into a boxed lunch.

Looking back now, it seems like a memory from a previous life. Hard to believe it was only a year ago.

"If we delay, this country will end..."

After suddenly muttering, Shiro smiled quietly.

Was the voice he heard at that moment Kokujoji's scream? Or was it an unconscious warning from himself who felt it? At some point, he must have foreseen the path that would lead to the end of this country.

Where did it all start?

Hisui Nagare's secret move. The death of Daikaku Kokujoji. The attack on Mihashira Tower. Suoh Mikoto and the death of Totsuka Tatara. The accident of Adolf K. Weismann and the rampage of the anonymous "Colorless King".

Or is it the conflict between Kagutsu Genji and Habari Jin?

Or did it all start when he discovered the "Dresden Slate" in the first place?

While he was immersed in such thoughts, he suddenly heard a sound of wings.

A soft voice called out to Shiro who was still looking at the blue sky.

"You did your best to warn the "Blue King", but it seems to have been in vain. I feel sorry for you."

Shiro replied without looking back.

"Peeping is not impressive, "Green King" Hisui Nagare."

"My eyes are everywhere. It's my only freedom."

That's true. The "Green King" rules the network. In today's information society, he has tremendous power. Due to that power, he was able to evade the eyes of the "Golden King" and continue to plot against him to this day.

"Dragging you as soon as the lieutenant died, you are also quite cunning."

He thought the parrot that was perched on the rooftop rail smiled.

"To think that someone who finally decided to move after his friend's death would teach me a lesson. I find it ironic."

Shiro also smiled gently.

"I see, when you say that, I have no words to answer. So?"

"Yes. Now that the nice introduction is over, let's get down to business."

The parrot is the "Green King". Hisui Nagare's messenger spread his wings. As if he would open his arms when one entertains another.

"I have been waiting for your return. I wanted to bring you this proposal."

He had an idea of what the proposal was. However, Shiro said nothing and just waited for Nagare's words.

As expected, Nagare offered one of the wings to Shiro.

"First King, "Silver King" Adolf K. Weismann, would you like to join me?"

Shiro didn't laugh. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Let's join the "Chabudai Alliance" and let's all four work together to protect world peace! I don't think that will be your proposal."

"The "Chabudai Alliance"... It's a fancy and respected name, but of course it's different. It's a new one-on-one alliance between you and me to further the evolution of humanity."

"......"

"You must have pointed to that once. In Dresden, 70 years ago."

A breeze blowing through Dresden. The voices of people laughing and chatting. In an instant, the strange-flavored dishes brought in between experiments appeared in Adolf's mind and then disappeared.

"That "Slate" is the "Evolution Acceleration Device" displayed on the "King" and the Clansman. Suppressed by the strongest existence, the "Golden King", the appearance of tension was slight, and even the appearance of the "King" was limited to the entire Kanto region."

With a dry voice, Shiro asked.

"Is that your purpose? For what?"

"It's just like I said. It's "just" to further the evolution of mankind."

Slowly, he broke out in a cold sweat.

As for the ultimate goal of the "Green King", he had a few possibilities in mind, perhaps the worst.

Hisui Nagare has come up with all kinds of plans for "just" the evolution of humanity. It doesn't matter what the motivation is. The problem is that Nagare is infinitely pure and therefore never gives up.

Equal parts fear and vigilance, Shiro said:

"You seem to be more dangerous than I thought."

"I am honored to receive such a compliment. However, that is my dream."

"Dream..."

As if an old wound from the past had reopened, Shiro's chest slowly ached.

"That dream..."

"Did it break? So why don't we rebuild it together? The situation is different now than it was 70 years ago. Nothing can stop us anymore. We just have to."

Nagare's dream had an irresistible charm.

Because it's a dream he once had. In that nostalgic Dresden, he would make the dream he pursued with Kokujoji and Claudia come true. It would not fail this time. He wouldn't let anyone get in his way. Unravel the mystery of the "Slate" and lead humanity to a new stage!

Breathing easily, Shiro replied.

"I will politely decline."

Nagare tilted his head in wonder.

"Why?"

"Everything is different from 70 years ago."

Kokujoji and Claudia are no longer anywhere.

His dream disappeared from the earth with them. What Nagare sees is nothing more than a dream similar to the one he once had. It's up to him to decide what to do with it, but even if he makes a mistake, it's not something he can do on his own.

This is because Shiro knows too much about the many things that have been lost as a result.

"Hmm... I didn't think it was a bad proposal, but it seems I was naive."

Nagare said without a hint of regret, and then continued like this.

"There is no specification, let's do our best to get the "Slate"."

Shiro was not surprised. He assumed that would happen, of course. Analyzing his actions thus far, it was clear that he was trying to make the "Dresden Slate" his own, the source of the mystery.

"Originally, he was going to imitate the "Golden King" and wait for the rookie "Blue King", who was desperately suppressing the power of the "Slate", to run out. It's a change of plans."

"Since I came back, I won't let you do what you want."

"Is that so? I wanted to go hand in hand with you, but if you're going to compete, that's what I want. I'm looking forward to it."

Nagare's voice was filled with calm fighting spirit and confidence.

With the "Chabudai Alliance", the situation of the war changed drastically. Due to the cooperation of the three clans, "Jungle" was now cornered.

But where does this confidence come from?

If he asks that question, he won't get an answer. Because that was Hisui Nagare's trump card. Like Shiro, he must have a secret "something" that will show his power only when he puts it on the field.

So Shiro asked another question.

"I'd like to confirm one thing, but it's okay to say that you were the one who dragged me onto this game board in the incident a year ago, right?"

On the other side of the parrot, he felt Nagare let out a small laugh.

"Oh, did you notice?"

"This body..."

Shiro placed his hand on his chest and looked at Nagare.

“Even if the Blue Clan used the Yuishiki system, they wouldn't be able to determine his identity. There's no way anyone but you could prepare such a person. In that case, you were the one who set the stage for the "Colorless King". take action on that incident, and you instigated me."

The escape of the "Colorless King" seemed chaotic and calculated. Using Shiro as bait, the "Red King" and the "Blue King" collided, and in the midst of the chaos, he was trying to gain the power of various Kings. If he had bought into that ambition, he would certainly have been a vessel for the "King", but there was a limit to what he could do on his own. There must have been an organization to support him somewhere.

And the only clan that is benefiting from the current situation is "Jungle".

"I see. Was it counterproductive by erasing the traces of existence, disguising an accidental death to those around you, and providing the necessary information? It's a bad habit of mine to be too picky."

For the first time, Shiro was angry with Nagare.

Totsuka Tatara. Suoh Mikoto. Many others lost their lives in the rampage of the "Colorless King". If this was all part of Hisui Nagare's plan, then he couldn't forgive this man.

"Go so far, why me?"

Nagare answered easily.

"You should be a player, not a watcher. You started it all."

He felt as if he were being showered with cold water.

He thought that was true. It all started him. He found the "Slate", analyzed it, and became "King" through mystery; that's how it all started, and all the tragedies up to this point have started there.

Many people lost their lives due to the rampage of the "Colorless King". The "Green King" planned it. So what happened before that? Who is responsible for the hundreds of thousands of lives lost in the battle between Kagutsu Genji and Habari Jin? Whether it's him, Kokujoji, or Claudia, there's no such thing as lack of responsibility.

That's why Shiro thought.

What has been started must be finished.

"Manage the "Slate"... no, do you want to release it?"

"So it will be. Please, don't worry and trust us with your dreams."

Shiro stared at Nagare who said that with indifference and determination.

"What if I say you can't?"

"Fight if you want."

Leaving that behind, the parrot that housed it flapped its wings and flew away. Shiro waited until the figure turned into a black dot in the blue sky and finally disappeared from sight.

"I don't want any of this."

He doesn't like to fight. If dialogue and understanding solve the problem, then it's better. But then Nagare would never give up. The purity of his ideals makes him uncompromising. He knows this because Shiro used to be like this.

When Hisui Nagare stops, that's when his heart stops.

As he clenched his fist, Shiro determinedly lied a bit.

"But I won't run away anymore."

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“OBLIVION GIN” 🌟CHAPTER 8 PREVIEW 🌟

Hello to my darling readers! I am writing and editing away on Chapter 8. 💪 As a gift for your support, I’m sharing both some little art teaser snippets and a taste of the next chapter. As always when I post a preview: please know that this is not a tidy edited beauty… yet. My writing process is to word-vomit everything that comes into my head, and then give it a makeover (or a million makeovers) from there. What ultimately “makes the cut” to ao3 could read differently.

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Wooserr Art snippets… hmm 🤔 what will the finished work look like?

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Chapter 8 (preview)

Anakin’s mind reels so wildly, he can’t get a grip on a single thought. But gripping thoughts is irrelevant – he only needs to grip Obi-Wan. With his hands, and with the Force. Anakin is trembling. He feels like he’s wearing sweat as a second skin as he squeezes his signature around Obi-Wan’s, maintaining a constricting barrier to prevent any midi-chlorians from escaping. The mental effort is akin to clenching every muscle in his body beyond exhaustion – like he’s trying to play tug-of-war against the suction of a blackhole. And, dare he unclench, if his grip slips . . .

Then Obi-Wan dies.

Anakin’s consciousness flashes him its middle finger– taunting, threatening to bail on him. He hears himself sob – a pitiful mishmash of frustration, fear and fevered agony. He doesn’t know what to do. Anakin needs Fisto’s help. Obi-Wan needs Fisto’s help. But Fisto is single-handedly taking on The Ass Face Army, submitting to the lethal pull of Form I . . .

The Force seizes a hold of the Nautolan’s signature – greedily stretching and yanking — as though the Force is composed of billions of Master Kit Fisto fans, all wanting to tear off a piece of him for their own. Despite the chaotic energy around him, Fisto’s fighting stance remains solid as fuck. Like Fisto is the plant, rooted perfectly in place; and he belongs in this jungle, while the ass plants are the intruders. And the superior, fearless way in which the Nautolan is staring at them; the way sun and shadow paint a spectrum of green stripes over his skin . . . The ass faces might be wondering the same thing as Anakin: if they’ve just encountered Areh 7’s Jungle King?

The monsters rushing at Fisto make an abrupt stop, and Anakin thinks they might actually submit and surrender?

Nope.

Faster than a discharging bowcaster, a needle-tooth is fired. With his non-saber hand, Fisto reaches upward and . . . catches it. Snatching the poisonous dart out of the air so easily – as though the ass face had given him a polite heads-up that it was coming his way. Fisto maneuvers the needle in-between his middle and ring fingers so that it’s sticking straight up, makes a fist, and then juts it toward the plants. It looks like he’s flashing them a big, pointy ‘FUCK YOU’ – even larger than the one Anakin’s consciousness has been flashing at him.

Before Anakin’s heart can even beat again, Fisto lobs the needle back at the hoard — presumably, straight at the ass face who launched it. The Clones must hate playing darts with Fisto, because the Master hits the bullseye–er, butthole center, dead-on. The oomph throws the plant backward as though Fisto has nailed it with a plasmatic cannon ball!

The Nautolan doesn’t wait for the ass faces to retaliate. With a savage snarl, Fisto accelerates into a blur of motion. Even with Force-enhancement, Anakin’s eyes can’t maintain their lock on him. Fisto moves like a ricocheting blaster bolt – he’s everywhere at once! Anakin’s gaze only snags glints of green light. The Nautolan is flipping overhead, somersaulting to the left; diving into the dirt; appearing meters away one moment, then practically scorching Anakin’s hair the next. Now he’s in the treetops, sending smoking leaves and branches hailing down. It’s like Fisto is shoving the entire jungle through a vibro-shredder— green goo and singed leaves are splattering near and far! And Anakin can feel Form I shoving Fisto’s control through a vibro-shredder, too.

The Nautolan is unraveling. Becoming more and more like some animal who does belong in this jungle. Reacting on instinct versus intellect. His speed only seems to ratchet up-up-up— a living typhoon – becoming stronger and faster the longer he spins within the Force. Hells, those ass faces really ought to turn vine-tail and run away. It doesn’t seem like they are even landing a single blow. Trying to peg Fisto with one of their vines or needles is about as effective as trying to take down an actual typhoon with one of their vines or needles.

Anakin clutches Obi-Wan tightly, trying to shield his body from the downpour of flaming leaves and plant guts. He’s tired. So tired. But watching – feeling – Fisto has jump-started Anakin’s adrenaline again, giving him enough pep to swat unconsciousness’ middle finger away.

As though the jungle is birthing them, ass faces continue to emerge from the ground. And, like sand lemmings following one another off a suicide cliffside drop, they keep attacking Fisto. The Form I Master sends each one crashing and burning to the jungle floor. But—

Anxiety descends upon Anakin like a meteor shower, obliterating the after-bliss of Obi-Wan’s survival and Fisto’s well-timed rescue. Because-because-because— sustaining Obi-Wan’s life depends upon Fisto doing two things: kicking the asses of the ass faces, which he’s nailing. And the Nautolan himself has to survive the ass kicking in order to heal Obi-Wan. Fisto’s body will be okay, but he's losing himself, his coherence. Anakin can feel it.

Fisto is doing far more than flirting with battle fever — he’s fucking that bitch, and he’s doing it raw. Allowing his sanity to be torn off and replaced with savagery. And this savage power that the Force is feeding Fisto– it feels good, tastes good. Like walking by a confectionery, Anakin catches the hints of an addictive and cloying ecstasy. A sort of Force Spice bubbling over Anakin’s signature. If Fisto doesn’t pull out, and soon, he’ll be too Force-high to control himself.

Fisto either has everything well in hand or he’s obliviously, blissfully, about to go under. Anakin assumes the worst.

“Dammit, Fisto!” Anakin yells at the Master, but only with his voice. He can’t spare any Force power, Obi-Wan needs it all. But he’s certain that Fisto can feel his panic. “Get ahold of yourself! I need you to save Obi-Wan!”

Fisto shrugs off Anakin’s panic like it’s some hindering cloak. He wants none of it. Fisto continues to fight and fight and fight, nuclear jade streaking and striking like some unnatural lightning storm.

Anakin curses. He has to yank Fisto out of the Force! But he can’t march over and punch him, though he’d love to, so – what can he do?

The Knight remembers that he’s clutching more than Obi-Wan. His lightsaber is in his hand. While Anakin won’t spend Force energy on Fisto, his mechno hand isn’t tired.

Using mundane albeit robotically enhanced strength alone, Anakin hurls his lightsaber hilt at Fisto. The Force tells Anakin exactly where Fisto will be and–

Direct hit.

The hilt pelts the Nautolan on his unnecessarily perfect ass. Packing a wallop! The typhoon of jade lighting stops.

Chest heaving, cranial tentacles erect as spikes, Fisto spits a wad of mulchy-goop. He swipes his forearm over his face, clearing plant remnants from his unblinking black eyes. He then casts those eyes down, at Anakin’s offending lightsaber hilt. Fisto’s head snaps toward Anakin, glaring. But there’s no time for a verbal exchange. There are three remaining ass monsters pressing in around the Master, and seeking blood for their creepy worm babies.

Fisto lashes with his saber, shearing the vine-limbs from one beast, ending it; then slides to the right and ducks a volley of swiping vines. But one vines snakes through his guard and actually . . . tags him. The razor-leaves scrape the left-side of Fisto’s face, directly over his highly-sensitive ear-slits. Fisto stumbles backward, hissing vehemently, as his slits weep blood. His pain is intense – radiating through the Force, making Anakin flinch. Flinch because– yes, it hurts– but also because it digs out a memory.

Anakin heard Fisto hiss once before, when Obi-Wan touched– rather, fingered– those same ear-slits. From the darkest corner of Anakin’s mind, something else hisses . . . it would be rather convenient if the ass faces slayed the Nautolan, wouldn’t it? If Fisto dies in the jungle, then he’s out of Obi-Wan’s life. No longer a sexual temptation. And—

What? No! I need Fisto to heal Obi-Wan! If Fisto dies, then so does Obi-Wan!

Anakin shakes his head like it’s infested with sand mites, trying to dislodge the sinister thought. Before him, Fisto has seemingly blotted-out his own pain. The Nautolan twirls his lightsaber in his right hand and reaches out with his left – Force pulling Anakin’s lightsaber into it. Fisto spins the twin blades expertly, blurs of green and blue create an aquamarine smokeshow. His teeth gleam wickedly; looking unnaturally white in the shadows. The powerful muscles of Fisto’s back, legs and arms flex. He’s so strong. Anakin is pretty sure that Fisto’s muscles have muscles and, right now, Anakin is glad for them all.

The final two ass faces launch for Fisto. Their combined vines like eight lethal lassos, aiming to ensnare him and drag him down.

TBC on ao3. . .

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A fun fact about Kit’s lightsaber form, Form I (Shii-Cho). He flirts with battle fever, to resist the pull NOT to loose himself within the Force and KILL his opponents when he fights. This might be important later 😜

Here are examples from the book “The Cestus Deception” and from Wookieepedia.

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Lowder Reviews First Batch

This is an update for Lowder reviews and what will be in it.

I would like to get out of the way that I have updated the list by making the first batch longest one with seasons from a lot more seasons from Power Rangers, Super Sentai, and Kamen Rider by moving seasons from other batches to the first along with adding Ultraman (1966), Ultraseven (1967), and The Return of Ultraman (1971) to make it feel like what I will be doing from now on. Second, this will take a long time to make because of the Lowder-verse, school, and other real life issues but I project that I will possibly finish the first batch by at least 2027.

Here is the list of the shows in the first batch:

Power Rangers Wild Force

Kamen Rider Amazon

Doubutsu Sentai Zyuohger

Power Rangers Dino Charge and Dino Super Charge

Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger and Power Rangers Dino Force Brave

King Kong (1933)

Kamen Rider Den-O

Kamen Rider Decade

Power Ranger Jungle Fury

Gekisou Sentai Carranger

Godzilla (1954)

Ultra Q (1966)

Ultraman (1966)

Ultraseven (1967)

The Return of Ultraman (1971)

Kamen Rider (1971)

Kamen Rider Kuuga

Kamen Rider Kabuto

Hyakujuu Sentai Gaoranger

Ninpuu Sentai Hurricaneger

Power Rangers Ninja Storm

Bakuryuu Sentai Abaranger

Power Rangers Dino Thunder

Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger

Power Rangers SPD

Maho Sentai Magiranger

Power Rangers Mystic Force

Power Ranger Operation Overdrive

GoGo Sentai Boukenger

(Break that will last at least a month or three)

Juken Sentai Gekiranger

Engine Sentai Go-onger

Power Rangers RPM

Samurai Sentai Shinkenger

Power Rangers Samurai and Super Samurai

Power Rangers Megaforce and Super Megaforce

Tensou Sentai Goseiger

Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger

Tokumei Sentai Go-Busters

Power Rangers Beast Morphers

Ressha Sentai ToQer

Shuriken Sentai Ninninger

Power Rangers Ninja Steel and Super Ninja Steel

Uchu Sentai Kyuranger

Super Sentai Strongest Battle

Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger

Power Rangers Dino Fury

Kamen Rider Zi-o

Kamen Rider Saber

Kikai Sentai Zenkaiger

Power Rangers Cosmic Fury

Kamen Rider Double

Kamen Rider OOO

Kamen Rider Fourze

By the time I'm done with the first batch, Lowder Reviews will be put on hiatus ,so that I can finish up until the end of phase 3 of the Lowder-verse which will be when I put that on hiatus, so that Lowder Reviews can continue from there. I hope you understand.

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Quais são as melhores estratégias de apostas para o jogo Jungle King?

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Estratégias de aposta em Jungle King

Claro, aqui está o artigo:

Estratégias de Aposta em Jungle King

Jungle King é um dos jogos de caça-níqueis mais emocionantes disponíveis nos cassinos online. Com um tema de selva exuberante e gráficos vibrantes, ele atrai jogadores em busca de emoção e grandes prêmios. No entanto, para maximizar suas chances de sucesso ao jogar Jungle King, é essencial adotar algumas estratégias de aposta inteligentes.

Gerencie sua banca: Antes de começar a jogar, defina um orçamento claro e não o ultrapasse. Divida sua banca em sessões de jogo e não gaste mais do que o planejado em cada uma delas.

Entenda as regras do jogo: Antes de apostar dinheiro real, familiarize-se com as regras e os recursos do Jungle King. Isso inclui saber como funcionam os símbolos especiais, como os wilds e os scatters, e quais são os prêmios oferecidos.

Aproveite os bônus: Muitos cassinos online oferecem bônus e promoções para jogadores de caça-níqueis. Aproveite essas ofertas para aumentar sua banca e prolongar sua sessão de jogo.

Escolha suas apostas com sabedoria: Jungle King oferece uma variedade de opções de apostas. Escolha um valor de aposta que esteja de acordo com o seu orçamento e ajuste-o conforme necessário ao longo do jogo.

Pratique o jogo livremente: Antes de começar a apostar dinheiro real, experimente o Jungle King em modo de demonstração. Isso permite que você se familiarize com o jogo e teste diferentes estratégias sem arriscar seu dinheiro.

Seguir essas estratégias de aposta pode ajudá-lo a maximizar sua diversão e aumentar suas chances de ganhar ao jogar Jungle King. No entanto, lembre-se sempre de jogar de forma responsável e nunca apostar mais do que pode perder.

Dicas para apostar no Jungle King

Claro, aqui está o artigo:

O Jungle King é um jogo de cassino online popular que atrai muitos jogadores devido à sua temática emocionante e oportunidades de ganhar grandes prêmios. Se você está pensando em apostar no Jungle King, aqui estão algumas dicas úteis para melhorar suas chances de sucesso:

Conheça as Regras do Jogo: Antes de começar a apostar, é essencial entender completamente as regras do Jungle King. Familiarize-se com os símbolos, linhas de pagamento e recursos de bônus para maximizar suas chances de vitória.

Gerencie sua Banca: Como em qualquer forma de jogo, é crucial gerenciar sua banca com sabedoria. Estabeleça um orçamento claro para suas apostas e evite apostar mais do que pode perder. Divida sua banca em sessões de jogo para garantir que você jogue de forma responsável.

Aproveite os Bônus: Muitos cassinos online oferecem bônus e promoções para jogadores de Jungle King. Aproveite essas ofertas para aumentar sua banca e estender seu tempo de jogo. No entanto, certifique-se de ler os termos e condições para entender os requisitos de apostas antes de aceitar qualquer bônus.

Pratique com Jogos Gratuitos: Antes de começar a apostar com dinheiro real, experimente jogar Jungle King em modo de demonstração ou gratuitamente. Isso permitirá que você se familiarize com o jogo sem arriscar seu dinheiro.

Estabeleça Metas Realistas: Ao jogar Jungle King, defina metas realistas para si mesmo. Não espere ganhar grandes prêmios a cada rodada. Em vez disso, concentre-se em se divertir e aproveitar a experiência de jogo.

Seguindo essas dicas, você pode aumentar suas chances de sucesso ao apostar no Jungle King. Lembre-se sempre de jogar de forma responsável e aproveitar ao máximo sua experiência de jogo. Boa sorte e divirta-se!

Táticas vencedoras para o jogo Jungle King

Claro, aqui está o artigo:

Jungle King é um jogo eletrônico emocionante que desafia os jogadores a explorar e conquistar a selva. Para ter sucesso neste desafio, é essencial empregar táticas inteligentes e estratégias eficazes. Neste artigo, vamos discutir algumas táticas vencedoras para dominar o Jungle King e emergir como o verdadeiro rei da selva.

Conheça o Território: Antes de começar a explorar a selva, é crucial conhecer o território. Estude o mapa do jogo e familiarize-se com os diferentes biomas, recursos e áreas de perigo. Isso ajudará você a planejar suas rotas e evitar armadilhas.

Equipe-se Adequadamente: Escolha suas armas e equipamentos com sabedoria. Certifique-se de ter uma variedade de armas para lidar com diferentes tipos de inimigos e situações. Além disso, não se esqueça de levar itens de cura e recursos essenciais para garantir sua sobrevivência na selva.

Explore com Cautela: Ao explorar a selva, mantenha-se atento a possíveis ameaças, como animais selvagens e inimigos. Procure por pistas e sinais que possam indicar a presença de perigo e esteja sempre preparado para enfrentar desafios inesperados.

Planeje suas Estratégias de Combate: Ao se deparar com inimigos, não entre em confronto sem um plano. Avalie a situação, identifique as fraquezas do inimigo e escolha a melhor abordagem para derrotá-los. Seja astuto e use o ambiente a seu favor.

Colabore com outros Jogadores: Jungle King também oferece a oportunidade de jogar em equipe. Trabalhe em conjunto com outros jogadores para enfrentar desafios mais difíceis e alcançar objetivos mais ambiciosos. A comunicação e a cooperação são fundamentais para o sucesso nesta jornada.

Seguindo essas táticas vencedoras, você estará bem equipado para dominar o Jungle King e reivindicar seu lugar como o verdadeiro rei da selva. Boa sorte e que a aventura comece!

Como maximizar os ganhos em Jungle King

Quando se trata de maximizar os ganhos no jogo "Jungle King", estratégia e habilidade são essenciais para alcançar o sucesso. Este jogo de cassino online oferece uma experiência emocionante e recompensadora para os jogadores que estão dispostos a se dedicar e aprimorar suas técnicas. Aqui estão algumas dicas para ajudá-lo a maximizar seus ganhos:

Conheça as regras do jogo: Antes de começar a jogar "Jungle King", é importante entender completamente as regras do jogo. Isso inclui saber quais símbolos oferecem os maiores pagamentos, como acionar os recursos de bônus e quais estratégias de aposta podem ser mais eficazes.

Gerencie sua banca com cuidado: Uma das chaves para maximizar os ganhos em qualquer jogo de cassino é gerenciar sua banca com sabedoria. Defina um orçamento claro para suas sessões de jogo e evite apostar mais do que você pode perder. Divida sua banca em sessões de jogo menores e saiba quando parar se estiver em uma sequência de perdas.

Aproveite os recursos de bônus: "Jungle King" oferece uma variedade de recursos de bônus, como rodadas grátis e multiplicadores de ganhos. Certifique-se de aproveitar ao máximo esses recursos sempre que possível, pois eles podem aumentar significativamente seus ganhos.

Pratique a estratégia de jogo: Como em qualquer jogo de cassino, a prática é fundamental para aprimorar suas habilidades e maximizar seus ganhos. Considere jogar "Jungle King" em modo de demonstração ou participar de torneios gratuitos para aprimorar sua estratégia antes de começar a apostar com dinheiro real.

Seguindo essas dicas e mantendo uma abordagem disciplinada ao jogo, você pode aumentar suas chances de sucesso e maximizar seus ganhos em "Jungle King". Lembre-se sempre de jogar de forma responsável e divertida. Boa sorte!

Abordagens eficazes para apostar no Jungle King

Se você é um entusiasta dos caça-níqueis online, é provável que já tenha ouvido falar do emocionante jogo "Jungle King". Este jogo cativante, com sua temática de selva exótica e potencial de grandes ganhos, atrai jogadores de todo o mundo. No entanto, para maximizar suas chances de sucesso ao apostar no Jungle King, é crucial adotar abordagens eficazes. Aqui estão algumas dicas valiosas para ajudá-lo a tirar o máximo proveito desta experiência de jogo:

Conheça as regras do jogo: Antes de começar a apostar, certifique-se de entender completamente as regras e os recursos do Jungle King. Isso inclui conhecer os símbolos de maior valor, as linhas de pagamento e os bônus disponíveis.

Gerencie sua banca: Uma das estratégias mais importantes ao jogar qualquer caça-níqueis é gerenciar sua banca de forma eficaz. Estabeleça um orçamento claro para suas apostas e evite excedê-lo. Isso ajudará a garantir que você possa desfrutar do jogo por mais tempo, mesmo em períodos de menos sorte.

Aproveite os bônus e promoções: Muitos cassinos online oferecem bônus e promoções especiais para jogos como o Jungle King. Esteja atento a essas ofertas, pois elas podem aumentar significativamente suas chances de ganhar sem arriscar mais do seu próprio dinheiro.

Pratique com jogos gratuitos: Antes de começar a apostar com dinheiro real, considere jogar algumas rodadas de Jungle King gratuitamente. Isso lhe dará a oportunidade de se familiarizar com o jogo e desenvolver uma estratégia sem o risco de perder dinheiro.

Mantenha-se atualizado sobre estratégias: A comunidade de jogadores de caça-níqueis está sempre compartilhando dicas e estratégias. Fique atento a fóruns e comunidades online onde você pode aprender com a experiência de outros jogadores e aprimorar suas próprias habilidades.

Seguindo essas abordagens eficazes, você estará bem equipado para aproveitar ao máximo suas apostas no Jungle King e aumentar suas chances de sucesso. Boa sorte e divirta-se jogando!

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Filme de Minecraft encerra gravações com foto estrelada

Por Vinicius Torres Oliveira

Jason Momoa e Jack Black registraram o momento; expectativa é de que o filme de Minecraft chegue em abril de 2025

O aguardado filme de Minecraft, cujo lançamento está marcado para abril de 2025, encerrou suas gravações. O anúncio foi feito pelo ator Jason Momoa, sim, aquele do Aquaman, que é uma das estrelas da produção. Em uma postagem no Instagram, com fotos, vídeos e até textão, ele celebrou o fim das filmagens ao lado da Jack Black.

“MINECRAFT ESTAMOS FINALIZANDO Toda a minha aloha para a minha equipe e elenco. Experiência cinematográfica incrível, verdadeiramente um dos melhores momentos da minha vida. Muitas risadas. Eu amo este país. AOTEAROA Nova Zelândia, você é mágica. Mahalo por me permitir filmar aqui”, escreveu.

Ainda não temos muitos detalhes sobre o filme em si, mas dá para saber que o seu elenco é bastante estrelado:

Jason Momoa: simplesmente o Aquaman no filme de Minecraft, ok? Kate McKinnon: “Saturday Night Live”, “The Big Gay Sketch Show”, “Joe vs. Carole”; Jemaine Clement: “Flight of the Conchords”, “Eagle vs Shark”, “Gentlemen Broncos”; Jack Black: “Nacho Libre”, “King Kong”, “Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle” e mais recentemente, “Mario Bros. O Filme”; Danielle Brooks: “Orange Is the New Black”, “The Day Shall Come”, “Clemency”; Emma Myers: Como ela é uma atriz emergente, sua participação em “Wandinha” é seu papel mais notável até agora; Sebastian Eugene Hansen: sua atuação em “Luta Por Justiça” é a mais memorável até agora; Jennifer Coolidge: “Legalmente Loira”, “American Pie”, “A Mighty Wind”. Qual a a sua expectativa para o filme de Minecraft?

[zoofleece]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Graffiti Saber Tooth Tiger King Jungle The Mountain Animal Blue T-Shirt S-3X.

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I’m past episode 4 now, going a bit slow. I actually managed to beat the Solomon arc in the game so this is lining up nicely tbh.

The Age of Gods is truly one of Fates more interesting subjects so having a cast roam its halls so to speak is fun.

Of course time is in an altered state so its not 1:1 but I’ll take what I can get!

Its also fascinating to see a living Gilgamesh as king or I should say its fascinating to see the “wise king” Gil specifically.

Gil’s personality comes in three major variations;

The innocent child sage

The piece of sh*t hell bent on forcing Saber into…circumstances

And the king here.

Each is a nod to the actual myth imo since The Epic if Gilgamesh gives him all these qualities in its recount. From tyrant to wise king.

I also feel that Type-Moon has lessened that initial personality Gil had in Fate Stay Night but thats another tangent entirely.

Though you should never assume the “wise king” Gil is any less temperamental than the normal archer version. This version specifically has an end of the world situation to deal with so his focus is elsewhere.

I also found it neat to see him fight. You tend to forget how powerful a demigod in the age of gods could be. Gil handles even servants easily and had the magic to summon several on his own.

More impressive was him doing so what I call the “proper way”. No magecraft or Chaldea science, its closer to how a servant would naturally appear.

I also find it hilarious that he just has a grail. It’s likely the original given that he’s 6000+ years old but still. His lack of care in most grail wars makes more sense.

Ana & Merlin are also more enjoyable than in the game…well Merlin is. Ana grows on you in either but Merlin’s voice actor is helping carry that mischievous nature of his.

The little giggle at suggesting a date for the MC & Mash, him whining the whole way through the jungle, he’s just funny.

I cant wait to get further next weekend. Btw, before I go, have Mash in a skirt:

It begins…

[shadyufo]

Cryptid & Creature Drawtober Day 18—Saber-toothed Cats

Now saber-toothed cats most definitely did exist but the evidence says they all went extinct around 11,000 years ago during the end of the Pleistocene. However, there have been sightings of saber-toothed cats popping up now and again from all around the world in recent times. Asia, South America, and Africa are where most of these sightings occur and “tigres de montagne” is one of the better known modern saber-toothed cats spotted in Africa. Reports on its description vary greatly but many say it has white stripes, a short tail, and of course, a massive pair of fangs. 

Mr “King of the Jungle” there better stay on his toes lest he lose his title.

[all-action-all-picture]

"Attacked by a Man-Eating Water Lily!".

If that line doesn't make you want to read this comic I don't know what will.

Vulcan cover dated 28 February 1976.

Treasury of British Comics.

[sanctummilitis]

She was growing weary of this routine.

Headed towards the Canyon wherein those most in need waited deep within, the knight drew to a halt upon registration of her Class being bellowed — any other would have their True Name spoken, eliminating any excuse that the call had been presumed for another. Without further advance, the Servant faced Chaldea's Master, clearly agitated by something, although if it were by a recent development, it was one Saber herself had no knowledge of (a luxury these days, she was coming to learn).

"What is it, Ritsuka?" was the query, monotone in deliverance. for even if stoicism had been an attack point of the mage's before, as Lostbelt jungle swallowed hope and she'd been led by desperation, Saber was hesitant more than ever to express. It was better to be branded unfeeling and inhuman — that was King Arthur as her people always saw her.

it was easy enough to find her. despite the lack of it feeling like there was a connection between them for over a year now, one still existed. and all Ritsuka had to do was follow that tether to the source, something that was easy for her now despite her less than stellar aptitude as a mage. despite the rather overly-cheery nature in the city, with pink decking out every store front, Ritsuka felt nothing of the sort. let the holiday be damned for all she cared, because on waking up this morning, she had decided: enough was enough.

gentleness didn't work. openess didn't work. asking didn't work. there was really only one option left and she had no intentions of backing down. no, if anything, her resolve steeled upon seeing a familiar form donned in armor and she can't help but think how this reminded her of going into battle.

" Saber!" her voice echoes and carries and she knows, she knows that the Servant could hear her loud and clear. " It's time to stop it already!"

@sanctummilitis -- cupid shuffle

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"K - RETURN OF KINGS" (Novel)

CHAPTER 4: CHABUDAI ALLIANCE

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

"Haha!"

Sukuna jumped as he let out a light laugh.

A sickle wrapped in green electricity tore through the air and intersected with Yata's skateboard. The green and red auras collided violently and annihilated each other. Sukuna used that as a reference point to do somersaults and then launched a heel over Yata's head.

"Gah!"

Yata looked for him in a dangerous place, accelerated the skateboard and left. Just as he was about to chase after him, Fushimi cut him down as if to replace him.

"This time you? Ok, let's play!"

"Tsk...!"

As he violently fought Fushimi, Sukuna flicked his tongue in.

Yata is a skater who repeatedly approaches and backs up quickly as he lands powerful punches, while Fushimi possesses a method of attack with little chance to open up at both short and long range. No matter how many N-Ranks gather, it will be hard to stop these two.

But... Gojou Sukuna was a J-Rank, a top-peak player in "Jungle".

The extraordinary application "Grassroot Ver. 3.0" even controls the security cameras of the school. Even behind him, which was originally supposed to be a blind spot, he was in full view of Sukuna. Information is the weapon of "Jungle". And not having it is the weakness of these two.

Sukuna matched Fushimi's saber with his sickle blade. Almost at the same time, Yata ran in with his skateboard. Not knowing that he was a hole that Sukuna created on purpose.

"Sweet!"

Shouting, Sukuna swung his scythe around and jabbed the blade into the ground.

At the same time, he started the extraordinary application "Thunder Wave". Fushimi, who noticed a moment before, withdrew, but Yata, who started a sudden approach, couldn't stop himself. A "wave of thunder" that came from Sukuna passed through Yata's entire body.

"What?!"

"Thunder Wave" doesn't have much attack power, but it does cause considerable pain and paralysis. Sukuna slashed at Yata, who had stopped moving. Staff in hand, Yata barely parried the attack.

"Bastard!"

"Ahaha, your attacks are very weak!"

He easily blocked Yata's counterattack, and just as he was about to corner him, Fushimi's knife reflected into his electronically shielded field of view.

"These guys who have been secretly hiding up until now, they are not in high spirits!"

Roaring, Fushimi threw several throwing knives at him. Sukuna laughed out loud as he dodged and jumped to evade the attack that was precisely aimed at his vital points.

"Huh, you guys are red and blue number three, right? Is this all you have? It's not my hobby to score points with null games!"

As soon as he landed, Sukuna approached Fushimi in a single leap and raised his scythe.

"What?!"

"First of all, I'll go for the 4000 points!"

"Saru!"

However, the blade that was supposed to pierce through his heart was blocked by a skateboard that he sliced from the side.

A slight surprise ran through Sukuna's heart. Fushimi and Yata jumped back to keep their distance, while Sukuna also renewed his vigilance and readied his weapon.

Right now it was a blow that was sure to be caught. Yata, who should have taken damage from "Thunder Wave", should never have been able to support him at that distance and time.

Does that mean they have "something" to fill it? Sukuna noticed a smile on his lips as he studied it.

(It's cute. A game has to be like that.), Sukuna thought.

Sukuna takes no pleasure in oppressing weaker enemies. There is meaning and joy in overcoming strong and growing enemies.

Sukuna again took an offensive stance. To fully enjoy the pleasure, he lowered himself and put his strength into his legs.

"......?!"

He realized something.

He raised his face as if repelled by him and widened his eyes.

"That, no way..."

Fushimi and Yata were also looking up at the eastern sky with surprised expressions just like Sukuna. A giant sword of the "King" hanging in the distant sky.

"I know this sword... a year ago, at that time..."

"Silver... No, it's the "Silver King"."

The "Silver Damocles Sword". What his appearance means is that...

"He's the last boss, come on."

Mumbling a bit, Sukuna laughed again.

++++++++++

Kuro was dumbfounded and looked up at the red Japanese umbrella spread out in front of him.

(Is this a dream, an illusion?), Kuro thought.

It was a spectacle that he had seen in his dreams. One day, the man they have been looking for will return. How long have they waited for the day when they would greet each other with the same attitude, the same smile and return home together?

At that moment, Kuro couldn't accept the fact that that figure was right in front of him.

The back of Isana Yashiro, the man Kuro and Neko have been waiting for, is close at hand.

However, Shiro had a different appearance than before. Instead of a soft smile, with a determined look in his eyes, he surely is looking at the enemy.

At such a shrine, Mishakuji Yukari smiled charmingly and bowed respectfully.

"Nice to meet you. The first king, the "Silver King" Adolf K. Weismann. I am a J-Rank of the Green Clan "Jungle", Mishakuji Yukari."

A parrot flew from the connecting bridge pillar and landed on Mishakuji's shoulder. He spread his wings and let out a cry of affirmation.

Mishakuji's smile deepened as he stroked the parrot's chin.

"Please excuse my rudeness as a clansman. This here is my lord."

In an instant, his mood changed.

The parrot emitted a strong pressure that could be clearly seen even from a distance. Kuro crouched down clearing his throat.

He remembered that feeling.

Reisi Munakata. Suoh Mikoto. The same kind of aura they gave off.

That means...

"Nice to meet you, "Silver King". I am Nagare Hisui, the fifth king, the "Green King"."

The parrot's beak opened, and graceful human speech flowed from it.

Shiro narrowed his eyes and replied in a low voice.

"I guess you did this just to attract me, "Green King"."

"Yes. Now I can confirm that you are not a bystander like you used to be. It is a great strategic victory."

Mishakuji shrugged and looked at the parrot in wonder.

"So my little brother was used as bait? What a cruel king."

"That is also affirmative. It is a ruthless change of order. Please withdraw immediately."

"Oh, you should get rid of that big fish you caught, right?"

Mishakuji's smile was mixed with something cold.

He was still holding the drawn "Ayamachi" in his hand. If he felt like it, Mishakuji would probably attack Shiro right then and there. Fighting against the strong is his joy. Whether he is a "King" or not, Mishakuji does not hesitate to enjoy that joy.

(Let me...!), Kuro thought.

Gritting his teeth, Kuro grabbed the "Kotowari" handle again. He mainly he wouldn't use his sword. That is Kuro's pride and reason for existing.

However, the parrot's voice interrupted that determination.

"Withdraw immediately."

Kuro was distracted for only a moment. Meanwhile, however, Mishakuji was resheathing his sword. After looking at the sky with a theatrical gesture, he bowed deeply.

"Unfortunate. It is a pity, but if it is an order from my lord, there is nothing I can do about it. I apologize for this, "Silver King"."

Then, Mishakuji turned his eyes towards Kuro.

"Kurou-chan, I will entrust your life to the beautiful "Silver King" who ran for you, but next time, please entertain me more."

Narrowing his eyes, he said quietly.

"Otherwise, I'll cut you down like a dead branch."

"Guh..."

The next moment, his face was distorted with humiliation.

The parrot flapped its wings and rose into the air.

By the time the feather landed on the bridge, Mishakuji was nowhere to be seen.

"Phew..."

Power fell from Shiro's shoulders. Almost at the same time, the silver "Sword of Damocles" that he hung above his head vanished like smoke. With the removal of the Sanctum created by supernatural power, the "Sword of Damocles", the embodiment of that power, also disappeared.

The battle was over.

He couldn't do anything in front of him. He couldn't beat Mishakuji or protect his friends. Far from protecting his master from him, he was a loser who could only be protected by his master, so was Kuro now.

As he bitterly held that thought, Kuro looked down.

"Can you get up, Kuro?"

Shiro softly called out to Kuro.

A soft and warm gaze that was completely different from the one he was looking at the enemy before. It was exactly the same as Shiro's face in Kuro's memory.

The humiliation and remorse were gone in a moment. How long have you longed for a reunion with his teacher and friend? With that joy, Kuro squeezed his face as he tried to smile.

He is, after all, a member of the Silver Clan. There was a courtesy that had to be practiced before a friendly smile.

Kuro raised his head and dropped to one knee on the ground. He deeply bows his head at Shiro who is approaching him.

"Welcome home, my... Guwah?!"

Neko stepped on his back with all her might.

"Shiro!"

Involuntarily leaning forward, Neko stepped on the back of the neck and charged towards Shiro. It was a hard force to describe. Just as she was, Neko clung to Shiro's neck and rubbed his head.

"Shiro, Shiro, Shiro, Shiro! I missed you! Where have you been? What have you been doing? Why didn't you come back?"

Kuro heard Neko's words in rapid succession as he knelt on the ground. He jerked to his feet and clenched his fist in anger.

"Idiot, that's what I'm going to ask you now."

Still, Neko didn't stop talking. As if the feelings she had been suppressing until now had broken the dam and spilled over, Neko held Shiro's face in her hands and continued speaking.

"I've been looking for you, Shiro! I've been looking for you for a long time! We went to many places, and then the green ones came after us and defeated Kurosuke, they even kidnapped Anna and it was all on fire..."

"Yes."

"Even after that, I've been looking for you for a long time, so..."

Kuro's hands lost their strength.

Neko was also waiting impatiently for Shiro. No, just because Neko is purer, that feeling must have been stronger than Kuro's. They would meet one day, she was sure they would. Never before had Neko lost hope.

So Neko had the right to do it.

"Am at home."

"Welcome back."

As if relieved by Shiro's soft embrace, Neko buried her face in his chest and murmured.

Then, as she calmed Neko down, Shiro's eyes turned to Kuro. Feeling embarrassed by his sweet gaze, Kuro turned his face away from him.

"That's how it is."

"You're not being honest. This is a scene where it's okay to cry like you're hugging me like Neko. I missed you, Shiro!"

"Who would do that!"

The reason why he involuntarily retorted out loud was because he felt that he was being mocked for his anguish and conflict. Just as he was about to tell him how he felt while he waited, he suddenly put on a serious expression and bowed his head.

"I'm sorry."

"No..."

If he apologizes honestly like that, it would somehow become a bad atmosphere. Neko was looking at Kuro with a downcast look. Kuro cleared his throat.

"No, I'm glad you're alive."

Saying that, Shiro smiled again.

"I say the same."

"What about the current situation?"

"I know most of it. Otherwise, I couldn't come at such a good time, right?"

Kuro's eyebrows twitched. In fact, it was the perfect timing. Too good, he would even say. That means...

"Did you mean it was all intentional?"

"Well, what do you think?"

Shiro said that as a nonsense, but maybe it was true. From somewhere, Shiro was watching them, and he inadvertently jumped into danger.

Kuro relaxed his shoulders and smiled.

"You have not changed anything."

"Hahaha... I was wondering if I could do something on my own without involving everyone, but the Green Clan was moving faster than I expected. They pushed me and brought me out into the open. In the end, I guess I gave them all a bad experience..."

"That's right, idiot."

To put it bluntly, Shiro unexpectedly widened his eyebrows.

"If you only witnessed and shared both joy and pain with us, we wouldn't be having this conversation. We, Adolf K. Weismann, no, Isana Yashiro... are members of your clan, don't forget that."

"Shiro, you are our king!"

With a big nod, Neko placed both hands on Shiro's chest. Seeing Neko's genuinely happy smile and Kuro's smile mixed with wonder and relief, Shiro's expression gradually collapsed.

"Neko, Kuro..."

It wasn't just Kuro's imagination that made his eyes look wet. But he didn't want to follow him. Patting Shiro and Neko on the shoulder, Kuro said in a low but clear voice.

"Now we're back to normal."

"Yes."

Shiro nodded with a smile in his moist eyes. Seeing that face, Kuro finally felt a sense of reality. He really felt that Isana Yashiro had returned to them again.

++++++++++

"Huh?! What the hell are we going to do in this place from now on?!"

Fushimi Saruhiko clicked his tongue as he saw Sukuna suddenly take out his PDA and start talking on the phone during the battle.

The same thing happened with Yata next door. Being disrespected until now, he couldn't just finish. They split from left to right, with Fushimi grabbing a throwing knife and Yata grabbing a staff.

At that moment, Sukuna took his sickle out.

"......!"

Yata and Fushimi stopped moving at the same time. But Sukuna didn't even look at them. While holding his glowing green scythe, he said terribly bored.

"Hey, I'm tired of withdrawing from null games."

Saying that, tucking the PDA into his chest, Sukuna turned his back on the two of them.

"This...!"

Fushimi grabbed Yata's arm when he was furious and tried to chase after him.

"It's useless. Don't do it."

When Sukuna found out that Fushimi and Yata were visiting Gakuenjima, he launched a surprise attack. Naturally, he had secured multiple routes to retreat. There was no way they could catch up with him, even if they chased after him with blood rushing to their heads, and if they did it wrong, they might end up isolated and get hit.

At that time, they had no chance of winning from the start.

However, it seems that such a thing was beyond Yata's understanding. Yata violently shook Fushimi's hand and looked at him from the front.

"Saru, damn, are you scared?! Isn't it frustrating that a kid like that has bothered you?"

Tsu, he heard a sound around his temple. His anger turned colder, and Fushimi spat it out.

"Don't let that fool roar in front of you. That's why the greens make you dance like that."

"Yes, damn it!"

This time, Yata's face distorted with anger. Yata's wrist that was trying to grab his collar flap was grabbed in an instant, Fushimi looked at Yata coldly.

"Sorry, you're busy. Can I have a moment?"

Hearing that calm voice, the two of them turned around at the same time.

Standing there were Yatogami Kuro and Neko. And also, the "Silver King", Adolf K. Weismann... Isana Yashiro.

"You..."

"May I ask you to take a message to your kings?"

At that request, Fushimi and Yata looked at each other for a moment. They then moved away from each other and turned towards Shiro.

"What do you want to tell Anna?"

Yata's expression had the same amount of embarrassment mixed with wariness. A year ago, the person seeking his life was right in front of him, so it was only natural.

However, Shiro simply replied with a smile that didn't seem to matter at all.

"Hey, there's something I'd like to suggest. I thought there might be something we could do together with the "Red King" and the "Blue King"."

"What I can do?"

Almost at the same time that Yata bowed his head, Fushimi's PDA sounded a ringtone.

He pulled it out and saw the name of the person that was calling. Shiro guessed the name.

"Is it Munakata-san?"

Fushimi directed his gaze towards Shiro, who was smiling. Before Fushimi's eyes, it looked like Munakata's mysterious smile.

He received the call without answering, and when he put the PDA to his ear, he heard Munakata's smiling voice.

"Please connect me to the "Silver King"."

He clicked his tongue instead of answering. As it was, he tossed his PDA towards Shiro.

The sudden release of the PDA made him panic, and he received it after several juggling. Shiro greeted Fushimi with a big smile.

"Thank you!"

Fushimi felt even more irritated by his innocent attitude.

In the macroscopic worldview of the "Kings", he was nothing more than a piece. He should have known, but it wasn't nice to see someone so above him.

With both hands in his pockets, Fushimi muttered as if he was vomiting.

"That is why he is called the "King"."

++++++++++

Three "Kings" were gathered in that room.

"Third King, "Red Queen", Anna Kushina."

The girl closed her eyes quietly and sat quietly on the tatami.

"Fourth King, "Blue King", Reisi Munakata."

The young man observed the situation with a cold smile.

"And I, the First King, "Silver King", Adolf K. Weismann, Isana Yashiro."

The boy looked at the two of them alternately and nodded calmly.

"A group of prominent people gather around the same table... it's like a round-table conference."

And at that moment, Yata, who was right behind Anna, stomped down as if he couldn't take it anymore.

"A round table is a chabudai! This one is square!"

Receiving a reasonable remark, Shiro scratched his head and laughed.

"Sorry. But this was the only table we had."

"That's not the problem! We can't gather so many people, so there must be a better place! Why is the room so small!"

Yata's point was also valid, and it was stifling to have a total of 9 people, 3 people from each faction, in one room. The reason why Kuro suddenly stood up and opened the window was probably to change the air, even a little. It would be no laughing matter if the "King" collapsed from lack of oxygen.

Fushimi, who was standing behind Munakata, let out a sigh.

"It's like stuffed sushi. Don't make a fuss, it's hot."

"This is the formality, sloppy blue clothes!"

"I guess it's the same for you guys. Just like last year, it would be a nuisance if the thugs came in disorderly, so I purposely came to fix it."

"What?!"

Yata leaned forward in a fight, and Kusanagi grabbed his arm.

"Yata-chan, it's a place for VIP attendance. Can you hold it back for a bit?"

Almost at the same time, Awashima looked at Fushimi.

"Fushimi, please refrain from pointless provocations."

"I'm sorry."

Fushimi's apology lacked sincerity, but Yata remained silent. They weren't there to fight. At least, that was the common understanding of all.

At that moment, a timid voice entered from outside the room.

"Um... I'm sorry..."

A girl appeared who is a friend of Kuro and Neko, and a former friend of Shiro, Kukuri Yukizome. She was holding a large tray filled with tea for the number of people. Shiro smiled and thanked her.

"Thank you very much, Kukuri. I'm sorry you're doing all the work."

Originally, Shiro as the host should have entertained them. Kukuri, who appeared there by chance, said, "Is there anything I can do for you?", so Shiro could focus on the meeting.

Kukuri laughed happily and started arranging the tea on the table.

"Okay. Kuro-kun and Wagahai-chan finally got to see Shiro. It seems they don't want to leave."

Kuro cleared his throat awkwardly.

"This isn't that kind of thing, it's like a three-on-three form of conversation..."

"That's right, I can't leave you anymore!"

Without hesitation, Neko hugged Shiro and rubbed his cheek. Shiro and Kukuri let out a wry smile.

At that moment, Munakata moved.

He slowly raised his glasses and silently looked at Shiro. With just that gesture, the air in the place that was about to be released tightened with a crack.

"It's about time for the round table... no, shall we start the "Chabudai Conference", "Silver King", Adolf K. Weismann?"

Perhaps reading the atmosphere, Kukuri slowly slipped out of the room. Shiro turned to Munakata with a smile on his face as Kukuri gave a small wave and left.

"As for me, just call me Isana Yashiro, "Blue King" Reisi Munakata. "Red Queen" Anna Kushina, thank you very much for answering my sudden call."

Anna opened her eyes and smiled softly.

"I don't care. I wanted to repay your clan for their help."

"Nyahaha, Anna, thank you!"

Neko waved at Anna who also waved back. However, Munakata cut off the communication between the pretty girls.

"In that line of reasoning, I think we are forced to deal with the consequences... Well, let's put that aside for now."

Munakata turned her thoughtful gaze towards Shiro and asked a question.

"What is the purpose of setting up this meeting?"

On the other hand, Shiro simply smiled.

"I can't believe someone like you wouldn't have expected that."

"......"

Munakata's eyes narrowed. However, the one who answered his question was another "King".

"Countermeasures against the Green Clan. Nothing more."

Shiro nodded his head at the words that Anna leaked out.

"Good answer. It's an item on the agenda, but we have a reason to discuss it again here now."

Saying "reason" was discouraging in every sense of the word.

But Shiro had to say that. Unless everyone clearly recognizes that they are in a different setting, such a meeting would be pointless.

Saying that, Shiro breathed in and breathed out calmly.

"The second king, the "Golden King", Daikaku Kokujoji, is dead."

Shiro watched intently as the weight of those words slowly permeated the room.

Of course, the "Kings", Awashima, Fushimi, Kusanagi and Kuro seemed to have a clear understanding of the meaning and consequences of that fact. The only ones who didn't understand well were Neko and Yata, but they didn't say anything.

What Shiro paid attention to the most was Munakata's reaction.

"I see."

Looking slightly down, Munakata muttered a bit.

"Japan... no, the "Dresden Slate", which has hidden influence throughout the world, and the loss of the strongest "King" who is the pillar of the ruling system."

Munakata currently manages the "Dresden Slate". That means that all the responsibilities of the society fall on his shoulders.

The current social system was created by none other than the "Golden King", and the only way to act as his representative is by exercising royal authority. The "Blue King", the symbol of order, would be suitable for that, but Shiro could only imagine how strong the pressure would be.

Awashima muttered with a strong sense of concern.

"After all, the recent activation of the Green Clan..."

"Lieutenant... without the "Golden King", the "Green King" has nothing to fear. Ambitions and power no longer need to be suppressed."

Kusanagi raised his hand slightly and asked a question.

"But they were looking for you, did you hear that? Isn't that different from being afraid of you too?"

"I'm not a direct threat like the "Golden King", I guess. It's probably because I have the power to influence the "Slate" which is the core of its ambition, and the power of "immutability" which contradicts its "change"."

"We don't know when, where, or how it will be used, so are you saying you're a wild card?"

"Yes. The "Golden King" knew about it, so he hid me until he passed away..."

The "Golden King" Daikaku Kokujoji. For half a century, he was the only man he could call a friend.

Kokujoji tried to use the power awakened by Shiro for good to save that country. To save many people from suffering. He was carrying a load too great for one person to carry.

At the end of his life, he also tried to save Shiro. He truly cared for the man who had shunned his responsibility and placed it on him.

Daikaku Kokujoji was a strong, big and kind man.

With a slight shake of her head, Shiro dismissed the momentary feeling towards his friend.

"And now they have brought me out. From now on, the Green Clan will not hesitate to play while calculating how the joker will be used."

"To counter that, will the remaining three kings go against the Green Clan?"

"Yes."

Munakata muttered with a thoughtful face.

"Because there is no longer an absolutely strong "Golden King"... is that so?"

"What are you saying?"

Fushimi and Awashima, standing behind him, looked at Munakata with questioning eyes. Munakata answered clearly without looking back.

"Ok. Protecting order is the cause of our Blue Clan, "Scepter 4"."

"Captain! But are you sure?"

It was Awashima who quickly raised her voice.

The reaction is natural. "Homura", including Anna, were the opponents of "Scepter 4" in a large-scale conflict. At that moment, Munakata had the former "Red King" Suoh Mikoto in his hand. The "Homura" side couldn't understand how they were taking it.

Still, there was no hesitation in Munakata's expression.

"Awashima-kun, we were also busy dealing with the Green Clan. If we can get powerful reinforcements, then let's dare to accept some friction."

"Reisi."

The one who called out to him was Anna, sitting right in front of Munakata.

"I told you, I don't want to say thank you."

"......"

"But I also said that it was what Mikoto wanted, so I don't hate you. The Red Clan will fight alongside the Silver Clan and the Blue Clan. In the name of the Red King."

"I understand."

Faced with Anna's gaze filled with sincere determination, Munakata only replied that.

In response to that, the two Red Clan executives raised their voices in agreement.

"Three clans fighting together. Well, under the current circumstances, there is no reason to object."

"So let's beat all the green guys! We'll make it!"

Kusanagi muttered calmly and Yata raised his fist. Seeing that, Shiro breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is no resentment on "Homura's" side, the three-clan alliance will work out well. If the clan of "Scepter 4", "Homura" and as yet unnamed Shiro move under the same control, they should be able to keep up with the unseen "Jungle" clan.

However, Shiro had another concern.

He silently observed the state of Reisi Munakata, the "Blue King".

He could only guess what kind of thoughts were lurking behind that intelligent expression. Still, considering what had happened so far, he was definitely the key person in that alliance.

Reisi Munakata is the "king" of regicide.

Shiro knows all too well what triggers a regicide charge. In addition, Munakata also manages the "Dresden Slate". Being exposed to "Jungle" attacks, all clues of the events so far have been concentrated on Reisi Munakata.

What is he thinking and how is he trying to handle the situation? Shiro had to confirm that.

++++++++++

He never thought that would happen.

Kusanagi couldn't contain those thoughts as he slowly walked down the stairs of the bedroom with Anna.

Fighting together with "Scepter 4". A year ago it would have been unimaginable, and after that it would have been abominable to even imagine. If "Jungle" hadn't made such a provocation, he doesn't think it would have been an option even now.

After all, the "King" who rules the Blue Clan is the man who killed Suoh Mikoto.

He understands that it was inevitable fate. But understanding and feeling are often separate creatures. The "Homura" guys are more or less unhappy about being associated with the blues. The reason he didn't reveal it was because Anna was the one who made the decision and Kusanagi was the one who complied.

If Kusanagi agrees, no one can object. Because Kusanagi is the last of the top three.

Suddenly, a feeling of nostalgia rose in Kusanagi's chest.

(Me, Mikoto and Totsuka. "Homura" was a clan of only those three.), Kusanagi thought.

People gradually gathered in the small place they created. Some were drawn to Suoh Mikoto's overwhelming strength, others were touched by Totsuka Tatara's warm kindness and decided that "Homura" was their place. In doing so, "Homura" took shape.

Then Totsuka Tatara died.

As if he was chasing after him, Suoh Mikoto also passed away.

People disappeared from "Homura", like a comb with a missing tooth. He can't blame them. The clansmen swear allegiance to the King. But if there is no "King", there will be no meaning or reason to belong to the clan.

The "Homura" of today is not the "Homura" of the past. Kusanagi was the only one left from the start. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel sad about it.

But...

"Counterattack! I'll make those green bugs fly!"

"No Blood! No Bone! No Ash!"

Outside the dormitory, Yata and the clansmen were raising their spirits with their fists. Kusanagi let out a wry smile at the sight that hadn't changed since the old days.

He wondered what Suoh and Totsuka would say if they saw them now.

Mikoto could just smile slightly and not say anything.

Totsuka could happily blend in with them and raise their fists together.

Both are nothing more than Kusanagi's imagination. But even if they were there, they wouldn't deny the current "Homura". That's all he could say for sure.

What they did is still there.

While he was thinking about such things, Kusanagi separated from his companions and slowly walked away.

"As soon as the special mission returns to the garrison, check the alert posture."

"By the time the person in charge of the Red Clan arrives, prepare a reception system on this side."

"Yes!"

Under the command, the members of "Scepter 4" began preparations for withdrawal with rapid movements.

It is a well-controlled movement. Now that he thought about it, it was the first time he had watched their movements so closely. "Homura", who solves all problems with their spirit and drive, is unmatched in terms of control.

(And so on...), Kusanagi thought as he puffed on purple smoke.

"Well, I'm the only person in charge, but well, Seri-chan."

Kusanagi called out to Seri Awashima, the person in charge of "Scepter 4", who was next to him. Awashima responded to Kusanagi with a thoughtful look, as she was nicknamed "Woman of the Tundra".

"I look forward to your work. More importantly, what are you going to do with those documents?"

He immediately had an idea of what Awashima was referring to.

"Ah, I was on the fence about that, but I decided to give it to the "Silver King"."

Awashima's eyes shifted to Kusanagi.

"Yes."

After saying that, Awashima kept her mouth shut.

(Hm...), Kusanagi thought.

He was sure that he would listen to even a single complaint. Those documents, the research materials for the "Dresden Slate", would not have been possible without Awashima's cooperation. It was not an exaggeration to say that half of the property belongs to Awashima and by extension "Scepter 4". He did not think that the puritanical Awashima would consent to give it to a third party.

Kusanagi stared at Awashima's profile.

Hard and cold, but somewhere inside, hesitation lurked. Her silent and unspoken gaze seemed to be fixed on Munakata, who had yet to appear at the entrance to Gakuenjima's dormitory.

Kusanagi also directed his attention to the bedroom.

Reisi Munakata. The man who killed Suoh Mikoto.

Every time he sees that man, his heart trembles, not for reason, but for emotion. However, Munakata is also a "King", and there are many who worship him. Awashima's gaze, looking at Munakata now, was probably the same one he had towards Suoh a year ago.

That's why Kusanagi muttered as he looked ahead.

The "Silver King" is the first "King". If you leave it to me, it won't look bad."

Awashima also muttered without meeting Kusanagi's eyes.

"I hope so."

Kusanagi inhaled the cigarette smoke and exhaled again.

++++++++++

"Munakata-san."

Shiro prevented Munakata from leaving the entrance where the setting sun was shining.

He looked back. There was no expression on his face. Narrowing his eyes behind his glasses, Munakata opened his mouth nonchalantly.

"Do you still need something, Isana Yashiro?"

"Are you now managing the "Slate" instead of the "Golden King"?"

It was more of a confirmation than a question. The information that "Scepter 4" was going in and out of Mihashira Tower, where the "Dresden Slate" was kept, was also heard by Shiro through the rabbit.

Munakata naturally affirmed that.

"What about that? Since there are no other suitable candidates, I think it's a natural role."

"How far did you go with the "Slate"...?"

"Not as far as you, the "King" of the Beginning, but that's something."

Shiro didn't know how far that "something" was.

Even Shiro hadn't caught the full picture of Reisi Munakata, the "Blue King". It was clear to him that just because someone was a "King" didn't necessarily mean they were good, even without recalling the examples of the "Fox Mask" and Kagutsu Genji.

The ''Slate'', the source of supernatural powers, is accompanied by great power.

The problem is how those who manage the "Slate" will handle it.

"Are you going to be the second... Daikaku Kokujoji?"

"......"

Munakata remained expressionless and did not reply.

It seemed to Shiro that it was both affirmation and denial.

Shiro who found it knows the weight of "Slate" better. How painful it would be to bear it alone. If so, he might be able to help.

Shiro stepped forward and withdrew.

"If you don't mind, I'll help run the "Slate" as well."

"You who ran away once, do you want me to count on you?"

Without even hearing the ending, Munakata said that to him to push him away.

"......!"

Shiro held his breath.

There are innumerable mistakes he has made, and two things weigh heavily on his mind.

Waking up the "Slate".

And then, he irresponsibly left the "Slate" that he had awakened.

He still wanted to right the irreparable mistake. That is why Shiro has once again returned to this land.

But... Munakata didn't seem to allow even that.

"If it is a countermeasure against the Green Clan, I would greatly appreciate your cooperation. Well then, excuse me."

Munakata looked ahead and left. His back was stiff and cold, and it seemed he would never speak to him again.

A while after Munakata disappeared, Shiro asked with a big sigh.

"I wonder if this is also cause and effect... isn't it, Kuro?"

He looked behind him. From behind the wall, he could see the worried faces of Kuro and Neko.

"You realized?"

"Shiro!"

Neko hugged Shiro and looked up with wet eyes.

"Were you bullied by that bespectacled boss?"

Shiro smiled and answered.

"I'm fine, it's nothing."

"Really? Hey, is it really nothing?"

Shiro gently stroked Neko's hair who persistently asked him. After that, he turned to Kuro and reluctantly shook his head.

"In fact, I ran away. Even at that time, I didn't do what I could have done, and I was drifting in the sky the whole time."

"......"

Kuro couldn't answer that question. All he knows is Isana Yashiro, not Adolf K. Weismann.

"That's why I decided not to run away this time, but to face him."

Shiro's decision is known only to Shiro. Hearing those words that sounded like he was talking to himself, Kuro hardened his expression and placed his hand on his chest.

What he took out of there was a tape recorder.

Both Shiro and Neko had a blank expression on their faces. He had a bad feeling about it. In the affirmative, Kuro nodded once and pressed the switch on the recorder.

"One step at a time, jumping towards the path you chose, that's all you need."

What is recorded there is a series of haikus composed by Ichigen Miwa, who was Kuro's teacher and the previous "Colorless King". Kuro closed his eyes as if he gritted his teeth and spoke with a serious tone.

"Every time I hear it, it's a wonderful phrase...! Listen, Shiro. In other words, people have no choice but to follow the path they believe in, one step at a time, but never forget the fun and the fantasy of skipping at any time."

"Spooky!"

"What?!"

In response to Shiro's sincere reaction, Kuro's eyes widened in anger, but he breathed out his anger and pointed to the bedroom stairs.

"Go back to your room. There's horse mackerel and miso soup today."

"Hurrah!"

Neko raised her hands in joy and jumped down the stairs. Shiro said in a low voice as he walked with Kuro.

"...Thank you, Kuro."

"Hm."

"Both of us, let's go quickly! I'm hungry!"

"Yes."

With a wry smile, Shiro caught up with Neko.

"Oh, now that I think about it, my old room, did they even make repairs and a transfer contract to you guys?"

"I have to thank them for creating a place for you to return to."

"It was all thanks to the Lieutenant."

"Thank you, Lieutenant!"

Such a casual conversation made Shiro very happy. It was because he felt that he had finally returned to the place where he should return.

[1-lightofjustice]

How Each Color Installation Feels like

Little compilation I’ve made for science (and fic that maybe I will never write)

Red

According to Fushimi (Lost Small World Period 2 Part 5):

The fire spread from Suoh’s hand and in no time it wrapped their entire bodies. The image of his own body being burned spread in Fushimi’s mind with high speed. The blood in his whole body evaporating, his skin melting, his hair burning, his internal organ boiling - he thought he was really going to die. There are usually people who die of shock from something like this, right? If he has been assailed by this kind of sensation for just a bit longer he probably would have fainted. The flames that in just a moment rushed about every nook of his body disappeared like they were an illusion.

No... It condensed in one point and remained within his body. Throb, throb, there was a hot and aching spot.

Blue

According to Fushimi (Lost Small World Last Period) :

Instantly the whole scabbard glowed in blue luminescence. Like absorbing the raindrops around it, the blue became thicker and brighter. As it climbed up from his hand to his arm, Fushimi closed his eyes, taking a defensive posture to prepare for the shock.

But that didn’t happen. No scorching heat like it’s boiling every cell in his body. No acute pain like getting shot in the heart. None of these struck him.

He opened his eyes slightly. The blue luminescence on the scabbard gradually settled down. The very moment Munakata let go of the saber, it fell into his hand with weight heavier than it seemed to be. Nearly dropping it, Fushimi grabbed it with both hands.

This was nothing like Suoh’s all-or-nothing gamble: either be accepted and granted great power, or be rejected and burned in scorching flame which can be lethal. Munakata’s Installation was very calm and businesslike, progressing in pre-established harmony.

Green

According to Fushimi (A Desperate Game):

Hisui’s body glowed green, entwined in whips of electricity that burst with a crackling sound. The radiance elongated in what almost looked like cords, or maybe vines that a green plant sprouted, that spread wide within a moment and attached themselves to Fushimi’s body. The long thin tendrils of green light clung to Fushimi’s arms, temples, chest, linking him up to Hisui Nagare. The moment a weak electric shock, followed by characteristic numbness, ran across his body, the light disappeared.

Silver 

1. According to Kuroh (K The First Story, Chapter 15):

Kuro stared at his hand and gently took it and stood up. He felt the boy’s power flow from the connected hands. The boy and Kuro’s body glowed silver.

His body became lighter and he felt that he was protected by something warm and soft.

Encouraged by the softness and vitality that flowed from the depths of his body, which resembled the boy’s personality, Kuro put his strength in his hands.

2. According to Awashima (K The First Story, Chapter 14) [temporary installation]:

In front of Awashima, who was confused, the part where the boy’s skin and Awashima’s sword blade came into contact suddenly lit up with a silver glow. The light grew stronger and spread, and traveled the length of the sword to Awashima’s hands, wrapping her entire body in silver. It was as if she was being eroded by the boy’s power, and her voice screaming from her was about to leak out and she swallowed it hastily.

It felt like it was a balloon or something. The boy was pinching the blade of Awashima’s sword as if he were holding a row of balloons, and she was worried that if she let go of that hand, she would go up to heaven and could not return.

At the same time as the boy coughed, Awashima and the body of the boy hanging the Strain girl were each enveloped in a spherical light. It was a fairy tale scene that seemed to be inside a sparkling soap bubble, but Awashima was quite helpless as if she were a capsule toy.

3. According to Neko (K The First Story, Chapter 14) :

It was an image that was different from the surface power when Awashima temporarily synced with him earlier, removing the power in the main part of him and handing it over to Neko from where he touched her.

Silver light moves from the boy’s body to Neko’s body.

“Shiro… I’m glowing!”

Neko made a surprisingly playful voice. Unlike the boy, who was nervous about his first installation, her eyes weren’t scared. Seeing the boy’s light on her body, he was glad to make her eyes shine.

Neko’s illusions were weak on a grand scale. She was not only supposed to transmit the boy’s image and voice to everyone as auditory hallucinations, but she also had to carry the boy’s power along with the hallucinations.

Of course, this would be Neko’s first attempt. However, she believed that she should be able to do so now that she became a member of the boy’s clan and connected with him.

Colorless

According to Kuroh (K Side Black and White Part 1) [Not really an installation, but how activation Colorless power felt, because looks like Kuroh was in the brink of death on his installation] :

‘Focus’ he reminded himself. He could feel waves filling him up, all the way to his fingertips - a sensation he’d long since grown accustomed to, Four years ago, he’d only been able to faintly perceive it, but now he could clearly sense it. Putting it figuraticely, it was like there was an invisible pool at the base of his core, with little particles of light bubbling up from it. It felt a bit ticklish.....and so very warm.

For good reason : because at that very moment, he was connected to the very root of the Colorless King, Miwa Ichigen’s soul. He could feel Ichigen’s strongly shining vibrations resonating within himself - and it imbued in Kuroh’s boundless courage, cheering him.

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Of course, I can’t find for Gold and Gray. I will update this list if I have more information, for example if upcoming K:Side Purple gave us information about Colorless King installation.  Please tell me if anyone have more information about how other’s installation, especially Homra members and Jungle members, because I only found Fushimi’s p.o.v and he’s Blue biased in body and mind.  

[thecreaturecodex]

You mention on your Ulgurstasta post that you had an Age of Worms soundtrack when you ran the AP in High School. Any other tracks for other encounters/areas?

I actually still have the whole playlist put together! I'll stash it under a cut in the interest of saving space, but some highlights:

The Hellboy soundtrack by Marco Beltrami was sort of the backbone of the piece. The Main Theme was what I used as the main theme for the campaign as a whole, and the themes used for the Nazis in that movie were the cues for the Ebon Triad.

The Full Metal Alchemist soundtrack was also a major role (the original 2004 anime, not Brotherhood). The Homunculus theme was used as Lashonna's theme, in many variations.

Lots of Nobou Uematsu, particularly FFVI and FFVII. I used OC Remix versions of many of those tracks for fights.

The Hall of Harsh Reflections, appropriately, used music from The Thing by Ennio Morricone

Balabar Smenk's theme was the Jabba the Hutt music from Return of the Jedi

The music used for the Kyuss Knights was Spiders and Vinegaroons by Queens of the Stone Age (who were formed from a band named Kyuss)

Musically, Alhaster was Russia. Lots of Russian folk songs for its characters.

The Library of Last Resort was themed around Philip Glass music

Every time they found an artifact, I used The Ecstasy of Gold from the soundtrack to The Good, The Bad and the Ugly

Kyuss himself got One Winged Angel for his fight music, so I gave the JENOVA theme to the Harbinger of Worms, who created him.

The full list (all six discs worth, including bonus tracks!) is below the cut.

Age of Worms OST

Disc 1

1. Main Title – Hellboy Main Title (Marco Beltrami)

2. Sasha –Time’s Scar (Yasunori Mitsuda)

3. Trinton – Gilderoy Lockhart (John Williams)

4. The Whispering Cairn – Winds of Neo-Tokyo (Genioh Yamashirogumi)

5. Vincent – Nonki (Michiru Ooshima)

6. Dinner with Balabar Smenk – Jabba the Hutt (John Williams)

7. Filge the Necromancer – In the Theatre (Philip Glass and the Kronos Quartet)

8. Relics of a Lost Time – El Amor Brujo (Manuel de Falla)

9. Battle with the Wind Warriors – Battle with the Four Fiends (Nobou Uematsu and the Black Mages)

10. Into Dourstone Mine – Overture of Destiny (Michiru Ooshima)

11. Three Faces of Evil 1: The Temple of Theldrick – Evil-Doers (Marco Beltrami)

12. Three Faces of Evil 2: Maze of the Faceless One – Soul Sucker (Marco Beltrami)

13. Three Faces of Evil 3: The Eyes of Grallak Kur – Alley Fight (Marco Beltrami)

14. Diana – Dark Eyes (Moondog)

15. Escape from Dourstone Mine and The Thing from the Pool – Juurin (Michiru Ooshima)

16. Allustan – Avenue (Michiru Ooshima)

17. Clyde – Mystic Mysidia (Nobou Uematsu)

18. An Encounter at Blackwall Keep – Opening/Bombing Run (Nobou Uematsu)

19. Damon – Greed (Michiru Ooshima)

20. Into the Lizard’s Lair – River Cruise (Danny Elfman)

21. Battle with the Turtle Rider – High Above Chaos (Nobou Uematsu, remixed by OverCoat)

22. The Shaman’s Sad Tale – Land Governed by Beasts (Nobou Uematsu, remixed by OverCoat)

23. The Dragon’s Egg – Brett’s Demise (Jerry Goldsmith)

24. Blessings of the Shaman – River Cruise 2 (Danny Elfman)

25. Another Encounter at Blackwall Keep – Element’s (Yoko Kanno)

26. Those Who Have Fallen – Sad Resolution (Michiru Ooshima)

27. End Title – End Credits (Nicholas Pavkovic)

28. Bonus Track – Worms (The Pogues)

Disc 2

1. An Ominous Beginning – Beyond the Wasteland (Nobou Uematsu)

2. The Prophet – The Fall of Neo-Kuja (Nobou Uematsu)

3. Meeting Dr. Thanatos – Revelation of Fire (Claado Shou)

4. The Crooked House – Music TCC (Michael Hoenig)

5. Doppelganger Chase – Spider Dib (Kevin Manthei)

6. Mimics! – Contamination (Ennio Morricone)

7. The Hall of Harsh Reflections – Eternity (Ennio Morricone)

8. Cathar – Rider’s March (Russian folksong, performed by the Red Army Choir)

9. Zyrxog the Illithid / The Death of Damon – Mutation (Geinoh Yamashirogumi)

10. Kysom – Heavenly Spirit (Michiru Ooshima)

11. Puli – The Dragon’s Eye (Jeremy Soule)

12. Battle with the Kenku – Russian Sailor’s Dance (Reinhold Gliere)

13. Filge Unveils His Undead Army – Carriage Without a Driver (Philip Glass)

14. The Weavers – Shelob’s Lair (Howard Shore)

15. The Painter’s Madness – The Belgian Circus Episode (John Morris)

16. Maskarovka! / The Champion’s Dinner – The Kitchen, The Orgy (Basil Poledouris)

17. The Champion’s Games – Wheel of Fortune (Hans Zimmer)

18. The Shrine of Kyuss – Dog’s Attack (Jerry Goldsmith)

19. Zahol, the Cleric – Davy Jones (Hans Zimmer)

20. The Final Battle – Algiers, November 1, 1954 (Ennio Morricone)

21. The Apostle of Kyuss – The Kraken (Hans Zimmer)

22. Victory! – L’Arena (Ennio Morricone)

Disc 3

1. The Dragon Ilthane – Riddle of Steel, Riders of Doom (Basil Poledouris)

2. Falth – Jungle Dance (Max Steiner)

3. Cosgrak the Lewd – Castle Damcyan (Nobou Uematsu)

4. A Gathering of Winds – The Promised Land (Nobou Uematsu)

5. Riverof Blood – The Decisive Battle (Nobou Uematsu)

6. Rescuing Allustan – Illusory World (Nobou Uematsu)

7. Moreto – Space Station of the Ancients (Nobou Uematsu, remixed by Mazedude)

8. Battle with the Ten Thousand Year Old Demon – Fire Cross (Nobou Uematsu, remixed by Luiza)

9. Gifts of the Wind Dukes – The Ecstasy of Gold (Ennio Morricone)

10. Return to Diamond Lake– Death Rides a Horse (Ennio Morricone)

11. Ambushed by Devils – Pandemonium (Hector Berlioz)

12. Magepoint – Misha (Yoko Kanno)

13. Tenser Manzorian – Averro Reinhold (Yoko Kanno)

14. The Spire of Long Shadows – Seven Notes in Black (Vince Tempera)

15. A Dragon took the Spire! – Minas Morgul (Howard Shore)

16. Fallen Angels – Anakin’s Dark Deeds (John Williams)

17. Visions of the Past – Summer Overture (Clint Mansell)

18. Serai Keeneye – Saber Dance (Gayane)

19. Knights and Swords of Kyuss – Spiders and Vinegaroons (Queens of the Stone Age and Kyuss)

20. Ascension Interrupted – Monolith (Immediate Music)

21. The Harbinger of Worms – JENOVA for Classical Piano (Nobou Uematsu, arranged by Eric Barker)

22. Battle with the Harbinger – Piano Quartet Boss Battle Medley (Nobou Uematsu, arranged by Reu)

23. The Final Vision – Father’s Funeral (Marco Beltrami)

Disc 4

1. Heroes – Space Marines’ Theme (artist unknown)

2. Journey to Alhaster – Song of the Plains (Red Army Chorus)

3. Ilthane’s Brood – Godzilla Comes to Tokyo Bay(Akira Ifukube)

4. The Acidwraith – Ghidorah’s Theme (Akira Ifukube)

5. The Deluxury – Theology, Civilization (Basil Poledouris)

6. Adalbert Childermass – Castaniets (Yoko Kanno)

7. Blessed Angels of Hextor – Yuukoku (Michiru Ooshima)

8. The Ebon Overgod – Aw, Crap (Marco Beltrami)

9. Twenty Years of Joy – Song of the Volga Boatman (Leningrad Cowboys)

10. Macabre Feast – Smoldering Corpse Bar (Mark Morgan)

11. A Dance of the Dead – Butou (Michiru Ooshima)

12. The Prince of Redhand – The Infernal Dance of King Kaschei (Igor Stravinsky)

13. Lashonna – Homonculus (Michiru Ooshima)

14. Disciples of Darkness – Grievous Speaks to Lord Sidious (John Williams)

15. The Library of Last Resort – Facades (Philip Glass)

16. The Wild Watchers – Koyaanisqatsi (Philip Glass)

17. Trials – November 25: Morning (Philip Glass)

18. Battlewith Curwen – Black History (Yoko Kanno)

19. Heroes of Time – Symphony 8, Movement 1 (Philip Glass)

Disc 5

1. Battle with Warduke – Position X (Yoko Kanno)

2. Lashonna’s Tragic Tale – Meimyaku (Michiru Ooshima)

3. Kings of the Rift – King Kong (James Howard)

4. A Flight of Dragons – Ride of the Valkyries (Wagner)

5. Gazzilfek, the Ominous Fabler – Cefca (Nobou Uematsu)

6. Citadel of Weeping Dragons – Last Blank Spot on the Map (James Howard)

7. Dragotha’s Phylactery/ Brazzemal the Burning – Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla II Opening (Akira Ifukube)

8. When Three Spirits Become One – The Bad Color (James Howard)

9. Into the Wormcrawl Fissure – Circle of Hell (Brian Tyler and Klaus Badlet)

10. The Mighty Undone – Those We Don’t Speak Of (James Howard)

11. Thesselar, the Lich – October is Eternal (Of Montreal)

12. Zulshyn, the Angel – Dancing Calcobrena (Nobou Uematsu)

13. Cults of the Wormgod – Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec (Nobou Uematsu)

14. Kyuss’ Divine Blood – Full Tense (Clint Mansell)

15. Dragotha’s Revelation – Secrets of Shizuma Drive (Masamichi Amano)

16. Battle with Dragotha the Dracolich – I Don’t Think Now is the Best Time (Hans Zimmer)

17. A Treasure Unseen in this Age – Ecstacy of Gold (Ennio Morricone, performed by Yo-Yo Ma)

18. The Age of Worms Has Begun – Blasphemy 2.0 (Immediate Music)

Disc 6

1. Tenser’s Desperate Plan – Sign (Nobou Uematsu)

2. Saviors – Church Windows: Saint Michael (Respighi)

3. Alhaster in Ruins – Tragedy Occurs Again (Masamichi Amano)

4. The Traitor’s Graves Rise – Black Water (Nobou Uematsu)

5. Filge Betrayed – Dr. Van Helsing and Dracula (Philip Glass)

6. Riggby the Patriarch – Forward to Time Past (John Williams)

7. Lashonna’s Sanctum – Kaichou (Michiru Ooshima)

8. Vampire Attack – Shingun (Michiru Ooshima)

9. Accountant of Mephistopheles – All Hell Breaks Loose (Immediate Music)

10. Broodfiends – Tadarida (Hans Zimmer and James Howard)

11. Lashonna Triumphant – Keiji (Michiru Ooshima)

12. Battle with Lashonna – Symphonie Fantastique: Dreams of a Witches’ Sabbath (Hector Berlioz)

13. Ascending the Spire – Divinity I (Nobou Uematsu)

14. Kyuss – Advent One Winged Angel (Nobou Uematsu)

15. The Wormgod Defeated – Divinity II (Nobou Uematsu)

16. The New Prince of Redhand – Guardian of the Motherland (Michiru Ooshima)

17. A Happy Ending – B. P. R. D. Suite (Marco Beltrami)

18. Bonus Track 1 – Icarus (Jason Webley)

19. Bonus Track 2 – Swelling Itching Brain (DEVO)

20. Bonus Track 3 – Dance While the Sky Crashes Down (Jason Webley)

21. Bonus Track 4 – Dragon Attack (Queen)

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ILLEGIBLE’S TOTALLY SUBJECTIVE FAVORITE EORZEA COLLECTION DESIGNS | SEASON II: TANKS

I compiled a list of designs in the past to share some favorite Final Fantasy XIV glamours from the Eorzea Collection website. With the Endwalker expansion released, there are quite a few new options available and people have developed even more incredible looks. So I decided it was worth doing a follow-up. I’ll probably do this every expansion or so. As before, this list comes with a disclaimer that it’s personal opinion and purely in the interest of going ‘LOOK HOW COOL THIS IS’ at people! Anyone could theoretically do the same, I’m not an authority.

This post focuses on tanks.

Season I Tanks

PALADIN

FEMALE

- Blinding, brilliant by Louise Aquitaine

- Consecrated Crusader by Ecclesia Albion

- Smite of the Valkyrie by Selerity Faire

- Maid of Eorzea (Jeanne d’Arc in Final Fantasy XIV) by Jehanne Pucelle

- Praefectus by Nitus Hyenborn

- blade of valor by Girl Boss

- Mitron’s Familiar by Ko Kiri

- Emerald Protector by Arkania Ravinna

- Executioner’s Fury by Sarafina Vadrel

- Imperial Paladin by Widler Crisp

MALE

- Ishgard’s Holy Crusader by Syhroeya Lionheardt

- Seraphim Protector by Epsilon Saber

- The Blossom Sentry by Hali Blossom

- Blue Knight by Tarn Supreme

- Silver Savior by Tenchi Tora

- Northern King by Tyr Kolbeck

- The Chosen King by Lucky Bobbie

- Sable Knight by Endymion Crow

- Fallen Paladin by Dandy Space

- Jungle Prowler by King Kotal

WARRIOR

FEMALE

- The Warrior of Light by Runa Herja

- Ala Mhigan Marauder by Mavari Khatayin

- Season of The Wolf by Iliete Godriquelain

- Northern Wind - Justice by Thorime Marr

- Palaka’s Warrior by Peij Fei

- Inquisitorial Executioner by Ecclesia Albion

- Blood Warrior by Yna Matsunaga

- Dotharli Khagan by Ko Kiri

- Bam! by Plu Patredis

- Street Warrior by Tess Tosteroni

MALE

- Tropaios by A’ Aracari

- Mountain King by Sahl Suh

- Royal Protector by Nakrik Valentus

- Bulwark by Yannick Ostheimer

- river phlegethon by Tattl Tael

- White Knight by Oscar Eden

- The Sea King by Robin Zlobin

- Eastern Warrior by Val Forsyth

- Snapping Turtle Tank by Yayonzo Poponzo

- TechnoDwarf by Lujan Dijanasch

DARK KNIGHT

FEMALE

- Champion of Darkness by Norta Marmannwyn

- Gordian Grace by Kiehun Byrne

- Limbo by Nya Nya

- Mini Demon Knight by Lulunya Lunya

- Knight of Tartarus by Ecclesia Albion

- Dark Innocence by Eri Aisaka

- The WarWolf by Katt Lauren

- Judge Magister by Matots Riversaw

- Sin Eater by Syla Sidhe

- Cardinal Virtues by Elysee Citroen

MALE

- In Darkness Clad v2 by Animus Luthienos

- The God King by Sentient Being

- Ignominy by Nya Nya

- The Apocalypse Bringer by Syhroeya Lionheardt

- King of Babil by Kyary Yukino

- Chaosmourne by Orrin Hawke

- The Raid Leader by Xennon Song

- Vanaspati Shade by Amaris Palazzo

- Field Commander by Mathael Bourbagne

- Serpent’s Relic Researcher by Nergui Darga

GUNBREAKER

FEMALE

- creachadair by Yaelle Aubrenard

- Hypervelocity by Kyary Yukino

- Zbunt by Zeuphy Zali

- Vagabond by Maya Deraya

- Ishgardian Gunblade by Sudenmarja Villilehto

- Ishgardian Scout by Ayla Konatsu

- Sky Vanbreaker by Louise Aquitaine

- Nomad Lone Ranger by Siddh Brumedecendre

- Blood of the Wolf by Ko Kiri

- Homesteader by Louise Aquitaine

MALE

- the traveler by Tattl Tael

- Makai-Vanguard by Xennon Song

- Phlegethon’s Cuirass by Radio Jackun

- the golden order by Tattl Tael

- Garde Royale by Rogan Hunter

- Alliance Special Armor by Braddock Steele

- Mythbreaker by Olvir Halfnight

- Mechbreaker by Eibon Kingsley

- Battle Scavenger by Skodr Wheidhemsyn

- CROUCHING TIGER by Mountain Miyamoto