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“Recommendation, huh. . .?” Now who would be recommendating people to Scepter Four. . .? If it was the Gold King, then Reisi knew she was from a good source, but. . .

“Liar.”

“Can you not, for once in your life Suoh?”

Turns the kazoo towards him, and proceeds to release a single, horrendously high pitched note that could instantly induce a migraine in even the most relaxed individual.

                             You got: Neptune                          

Like the planet Neptune, you are enigmatic and ethereal. You seem to operate on several planes of existence at once — some physical, others spiritual; some real, others dreamlike — and have thus been imbued with wildly creative energies. Sometimes you feel isolated because others misunderstand you, but for those who take the time to get to know you, you are an irreplaceable presence.

A fitting spiel for Scepter Four, wasn’t it? And one that Reisi Munakata believed full-heartedly. Why else would it be something he’ll say -- time in and time out -- if he so much as not believed in it?

Still, there was often a thought that came to his mind as his practiced his swordplay: a thought he tried not to humour as often as it crept in.

                  What if, truly, what he believed to be pure and just, wasn’t always the case?                                    What if the work he tries so hard to do -- the public he tries desperately to protect -- didn’t see things the same way he did...?