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It was an exciting day, more so than most days. It was quite amazing actually how exciting this day was gonna be.  Down in Sector 001 on this day, a fresh, new con had started! It was the Anicon! Where people could gather to get their hands on the latest figures, manga and other comics as well as the newest anime releases being teased about.

And this boy here in white walking down the street was super excited about a manga called “ Super Hero School “, the protagonist was a gutsy guy who never gave up on wanting to become a hero! An amazing person, inspirational and full of guts!

Just thinking about getting any news beyond the pilot chapter made his blood boil. While walking, he closed his eyes, imaging the scene in his mind as he recited what he remembered.

“ Even in a world full of crazy strong people, people born with super powers and talent that I neither got to posses. I will show them all...

That I got what it takes... To be a He-! Eh? “

As he punched forth his hand to make the sign the shounen did in the manga page, it came to a halt as his hand bumped and clutched into something.

It was very soft and unfamiliar. Gunha had never experienced something quite like it, was it a tennisball? No, bigger.

“ Nani? What is this? “  Not being able to figure out what it was no matter how much he felt it, he open his eyes.

There stood a beautiful girl, dressed in black and white. Like chess. But more importantly, his hand was clutching onto her bosom. For the first time in his life, Gunha had experienced the feeling that was touching a woman’s more delicate parts.

His COMP was destroyed and broken, but he still had his phone, despite rarely using it. Putting in a code for no return messages, there was something he needed to do, as he looked up at the building before him.

To: Takatora I don’t think I’ll be returning home after all this is done and over with. I’ll let you know where I go, but I need to leave for some time. I can’t expect to live normally right after all myself and my alternate has done. Take care of yourself Takatora. Don’t do anything too stupid while I’m away.

To: Hibiki I’m sorry you had to return to the hell of Demons because of me. But I’m confident you’re doing fine to survive. I’m going to end it. I’m not going to let you and everyone else suffer because of my power again. Keep fighting Hibiki. I know you can survive through this.

To Argilla I’ll have to ask you later if the armies of Demons that came through is like what you went through. You’re still a very big mystery to me honestly. It’s nice to have something to be confused over though. How about we meet up again and swap stories after this? I know you’re one of the most fit to be fine through all this, but still. Keep safe Argilla.

To: Agnes ............ I’m sorry. For everything.

To: Naoya Hah. I don’t even know why I’m sending this. You probably don’t even have access yet. And you’ve probably known for as long as I have what I’m going to do. God’s curse is looking pretty good through all this. I’m glad you’re here Naoya. It makes what I have to do much easier for some reason.

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This was so troublesome. It wasn't like the Heaven’s gate wars where November knew the few contractors who were his allies, and only that everything else that breathed was a target. Now, here his allies were interspersed right alongside his foes. Why some of them we even forming bond together, wasn't that sweet? November hardly cared at all for their settlement, it only made his job difficult. There was an easier way though. Go through one of the portals and start exterminating the outworlders on their own city. It was easy enough to get though, no doubt it would be difficult to return. Once he landed, it only took November a short time to adjust and reorient himself. It was not unlike the landscape of the gate, constantly shifting. Honestly he felt right at home in this war, perhaps even a modicum of fevor in his veins. It was hard not to let excitement get the best of him, that was one of his human traits that often hovered a ways below his contractor shell.

For now he just needed concentrate on finding a large group of outworlders where he could do the most damage. They had two lives, so if he could use one to end a fair share of others, that would be a net gain. All this narrowly breezed past his mind before he ran into the first inhabitant of this place. A young girl? No, not an outworlder who’s original he knew. It would pay to be careful. 

  The masked rider soared throughout the sky, looking above from the battlefield occurring below. While he wasn’t too high off the ground, it was enough to scout the area-- the reasoning behind this? None necessarily. A breather was always nice and rarely had any strings attached, so here he is making most of the opportunity of his wyvern being reverted to her own full size. 

   An abrupt noise, akin to a growl, reverberateda from the confines of the lizard’s throat. A delicate hand brushed against the side of the companion’s neck, attempting to soothe the mind. Though this gesture had no affect, a sharp turn suddenly being maneuvered. As this proposed as unexpected, Gerome had almost lost his balance but a limb clutched on the reign refrained him from doing so.