Rizanto Gaiden 1 Finding Guesra

Disclaimer: There is none, you knew what you were in for when you saw who was writing this. Takes place in-between episodes 5 and 6.

## Nice Catch

88 years ago, in the year 1935. Near many of the fishing villages and towns across the United Kingdom, there were large amounts of fish that needed to go places. Under normal circumstances, transport by lorry and freight trains would suffice, but in the early morning, something more needed to be planned. In this winter season, a special goods train would be prepared for such an occasion.

In the harbor near Barrow-in Furness, crates of fish were being carried and loaded by both crane and man into wooden vans and trucks that lay adjacent to the station there. It seemed to be about 3AM and a bit of early morning mist started to settle in there. Suddenly, they heard a loud whistle. The workmen stepped back a bit and watched as a massive Stainer 4-6-0 gauge class five steam engine slowly backed up onto the long train that had been assembled for it. It sported the proud tried and true apple green LNER livery. A shunter coupled up the train as the driver and fireman hopped out to talk with the conductor.

They usually enjoyed doing runs with this particular engine and they knew it'd be a bit before they'd talk to each other again. The conductor waved at his coworkers as he had a cup of coco in his hand.

"Ah, man! It's been a while you two!" he said cheerfully. "I didn't expect you two to take on the Kipper, especially this early...."

The Conductor was right, the train would go long distances across numerous stations all over the UK, before another engine would take the vans to other far away places. This was the train the railway men called the Flying Kipper.

The driver yawned.

"Well, it'll give me a good excuse to get away from the Mrs."

The fireman raised an eyebrow.

"You're not seeing that Sakura girl again, are you?"

He shrugged.

"So what if I am, she may not know a lick of what I'm saying but, I wouldn't be lying if that made things all the more.....-"

"Alright, alright", interrupted the conductor. "Let's get back to work....I'd rather not hear about the 'Sushi suck surprise' again...."

"But it's true! She literally sucked all of the sushi out of the-"

"It's all good!" shouted the shunter, peaking his head from the other side of the leading van.

The fireman and the conductor let out a sigh of relief.

The fireman and driver waved at their friend, as they each went to do their respective jobs.

Steam bellowed out of the engine's funnel, the fire in its firebox glowed brightly. Everything seemed to be in the clear. With the last of the fish loaded into the train and the conductor leaning out of the caboose waving a green flag, as well as blowing whistle, the Flying Kipper was ready to go. Bit-by-bit, the engine started to take off. The axel-rods motivated the wheels to move, which in turn made the trucks and vans pulling behind the engine move behind as well. With a triumphant whistle, the train took off. Passing through country sides covered in blankets of snow, they made excellent progress. The puffing and constant movement of the mighty vehicle drowned out any other noise.

In the distance, those who were awake could see visages of smoke rising into the air, almost reaching towards the night sky. The warm glow of the sun underlined the still dark area. The freight cars rattled behind, the subtle noise alerting nearby bunnies in the snow. After an hour, just when it seemed daybreak would near, they would have to reach another harbor. Though, it seemed that something was off. The driver peaked out from the cab of the engine. He thought he could see something as they passed the seaside that would lead to the next harbor.

All he could see was a simple, ethereal glow. With a nervous look on his face, he turned back to the fireman, who had just finished shoveling in another batch of coal.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"There's a light up ahead..."

The fireman tilted his head.

"The signal was green though.....Regardless, let's just break and see what's going on."

"Y-Yeah" nodded the driver. "Probably just some goods train that got unaccounted for."

They started to slowly break. The driver looked back out of the cab to see if the light was still there. The odd thing was, it seemed as though they'd never catch up to it. Wait- Not, it was slowly escaping them. The train was still moving? Well it wouldn't matter, they'd be breaking eventually anyways. The light was starting to escape them. That was good. The driver sighed and turned back to the fireman.

"Alright, I think we're in the clear."

However, the fireman was looking at something else.

"Uh....Marty?"

He didn't respond, he still peered out of the cab.

"Marty?"

Before he could even see what was going on, everything happened so fast. Suddenly, the train came off the rails completely, and Marty had shoved the driver out of the engine before it was too late. When all was said and done, the engine was dipped into the shallows, completely wrecked. The vans and freight cars were toppled over, their boxes completely ransacked and spread out across the crash. Through rapid breaths, the driver clutched his chest as he slowly looked at that same ethereal glow, the one who had cursed the kipper to this fate.

Whatever was the cause of the light left. However, before the fact, whatever it was behind that light let out a deep, guttural growl. And that....was the last he saw of that light.

88 years later, in the year 2023. Once again, team LEGACY were on yet another important, super special mission. One that would take precedence over every other task they had done prior. Not that they were doing….much but, still. The team were all seemingly in fancy servant attire and were standing at the front gates of a large mansion.

Soreo wore the snazziest suit of them all, Mendou looked more like a personal chef than anything else, Kiriko was in a maid outfit, her hair let down and she herself seemed less than pleased at the situation.

Boutaro though was in a suit matching his black shades, looking like he were a security guard. He glanced at Kiriko before starting to giggle.

Kiriko clenched her fists.

“You little brat….I’d outta….”

“Now, now”, announced Soreo. “We have to go in and welcome the family.”

Kiriko slumped her arms down.

“But why….?!”

Suddenly a beep went off, prompting Soreo to pull his sleeve back a bit and look down at the communicator on his wrist.

“Because” responded Ichigo on the other end of the device. “LEGACY has more people paying for it than just the government and taxes….This family funds practically anything we’ve ever used.”

Mendou pulled on his collar.

“It’s getting hot in this thing too….”

“Doesn’t matter whether you’re in pain, tired, bored, annoyed, or even if your fly is down, you’ll have to be as- Well as normal as you can be here.”

Soreo nodded.

“This is all true. Mr. Kabuki was quite clear with the orders.”

Kiriko rolled her eyes.

“Ahh, the guy who Ichigo is so buddy-buddy with.”

She folded her arms.

“Is that why he gets to stay back this time?”

Ichigo inside the LEGACY base merely chuckled as he kicked back and drank a cup of coffee.

“You already know I stay back most of the time” he replied. “It’s just….I have more incentive not to go.”

Boutaro scratched his chin.

“Speaking of, how did you guys become such good friends?”

“I’m his sauce dealer.”

Kiriko nodded, looking a bit disgusted.

“That….makes a lot of sense actually.”

“‘Sauce?’ What’s that?” questioned Boutaro.

“Never mind that!” interrupted Soreo.

He looked at his subordinates and smiled.

“Operation Be Servants For Pay and Protect The Little Fish is a go!!!!!”

“Roger!!!!!” shouted everyone in response.

With that, the gates opened and it was now time to enter the realm of the rich.

## Rich Fish, Buji Fish, Poor Fish, Slave Worker Fish

The LEGACY team walked up to the door, the yard seeming like a massive forest. There were hedge mazes on both sides, workers making statues made entirely of green. They resembled an assortment of curiosities and oddities, even having such weird things as a Mandrill wearing a mask for some reason. Soreo looked back at his subordinates and held an 'ok' sign, before turning around and knocking the door in a fancy matter. When meeting the highly esteemed, one had to look their very best after all.

The door opened wide, revealing an older man in a similar tuxedo to the one the Captain of LEGACY was wearing. His hair was quite grey and he had a small moustache. He eyed the LEGACY members up and down, of course when they reached Kiriko, regardless of who he was, he was receiving a very displeased glare that told him 'Look for any longer than 3 seconds, and that'll be that last thing that you do ever end up seeing'. With the message received, he looked back at the Captain and nodded as elegantly as he had arrived.

"Yes....I believe Master Wallace mentioned your arrival."

He opened the door, everyone widening their eyes as they saw the golden, beige, and white halls inside of the mansion that from the outside, had a more basic white exterior.

"Right this way...." continued the man.

Soreo nodded, still star-struck.

"Ah....y-yes of course."

They stepped inside and with that, the massive doors shut behind them. This gave them the opportunity to look at the various architectural structures, the main theme here being animals wearing odd and obscure clothing, primary of which being masks. Humanoid flamingos in masks, while what seemed to be phoenixes flew around. There was a massive tapestry on the ceiling that depicted a devil dipped in something anathema to the titans he associated with. It slowly depicted his casting out, all the way to his eventual redemption.

Soon they were met with a large set of stairs on both sides. And what started stepping down- Besides an entourage of servants wearing masks -Were none other than three people in the fanciest attire one could ever lay their eyes on.

The first, a man with striking red hair in a suit that would make one think he was some guy in the future who appreciated only non fiction and realism. His wife, who was blonde, had an uncanny resemblance and fashion sense to a Queen who appreciated selfishness and beauty above all else. And finally, between them was a boy who had a combination of their features. Though if there were any comparisons to be made, he did look like a young noble from the 1800s.

The Butler turned around and introduced the practical royals that were now finally at the bottom of the stairs.

"Announcing Sir Wallace Dantavius Erickson Bartholomew Sirius the Fifth and his beautiful wife, Madam Catherine Felicia Barnaby Alexandra of England...."

He looked to the young boy.

"And the ever growing sire, the young master Ace!!!!!"

The parents had a proud yet kind look on their faces, one that even made someone as abrasive as Kiriko feel disarmed.

Meanwhile....the son was rather cold. He looked like he didn't want to be there.

Sir Wallace Dan- I'm not saying all that, looked at his butler and nodded, before walking up to Soreo and reaching out his hand. However, the Captain blinked, still absolutely shocked.

"Um, sir?" asked the nobleman.

"Uh-oh" spluttered Soreo, snapping back to reality. He shook his hand with enthusiasm. "Yes, thank you sir for inviting us here. We got your call about that problem you had and...."

He kept on shaking his hand even as he was talking, almost like he was going to chop down a tree with it.

"And we just had to-"

"It's fine....I understand."

He looked at the other members of LEGACY.

"It is an honor to have you protect us, truly a wonder. That being said, I do believe now that you have arrived, your mission shall begin."

Soreo nodded.

"YES! We will."

He turned to his subordinates.

"WON'T WE?!"

"YES SIR!" they said, straightening up and putting forth their best effort to salute.

With that, Wallace smiled.

"Alright then, you all shall go to your respective stations. My wife and I, as well as all the help will show you how to do your 'jobs, so to speak'."

With that, it was time to get busy. Soreo walked off Madam Catherine, Wallace and a maid or two walked with Kiriko, Mendou went into the kitchen with some chefs, and Boutaro was just left with Ace, who didn't seem to care much about his presence. Boutaro knelt down and tried to speak to the boy.

"Hey, little man...! I can tell this is going to be really fu-"

Ace took out his phone and held out his hand.

"Don't talk to me. My social battery gets drained enough at school."

Boutaro awkwardly laughed.

"Hehe, yeah, nice joke. But anyway kid, how does it feel to have a honest and true LEGACY member protect ya?!?!?!"

Ace looked up at him, eyed him, from head to toe, and shrugged.

"It feels.....alright I suppose. It'd be better if you came off a little less.....like that."

Boutaro's smile started to waver a bit.

"A-Alright! What do you wanna do first?!"

Ace sighed.

"I already know you guys wanna protect my fish so we can just go back to my room...."

Boutaro nodded eagerly.

"ALRIGHT! THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN, BIG MAN!" he shouted, whilst pointing finger guns at him.

With him acting like that, it was going to be a long day.

Elsewhere, a man was loading some fish in a crate. This time however, the dockyard was much more modern. Entire containers of fish would be loaded into the refinery and processed for later use. He looked at a crate and placed it down, eyeing around to see if his fellow coworkers had their eyes even somewhat on him. When the coast seemed clear, he made off with the prized possession and hid behind one of the many large containers. He used a crowbar that had the properties of crate, his family treasure, to open it. He needed to waste a family heirloom on something like this.

"Y-Yes...." he said, saliva dripping from his mouth. "Here it is."

In his hands, it was undeniable. It was, The Mandatory Brick.

"With it, I can become the most- The most powerful in the world!!!!"

Suddenly, he heard a creaking noise, causing him to jolt back like he just got hit with the shock of an electric chair.

"Hey! Who goes there?! You can't have this brick, it's mine!!!!"

However, the long fleshy rope that seemingly came out of nowhere. it curled itself around the brick and snatched it right from the man's hands. The man put his hands up.

"YOU WANT MY BRICK?! You'll have to get some of these hands if you want to-"

With no effort, the rope flung the brick at the man's head, knocking him out. Somewhere out there, a certain emperor would be proud.

The rope pulled back as a large shadow loomed over the other workers there. Whether they were playing cards, working, reading Hitori’s adventures in Nonsensical Type Racing, or in the case of two, secretly meeting up with each other to settle an 83 year long family feud, they all looked up to see the originator of that rope.

With a loud roar being heard, it was clear with what would happen next.

## The Adventures in Housework

In the mansion of Sir Wallace, it seemed like the task was all too clear. Soreo was simply standing in what seemed to be Madam Catherine’s room as she was changing on the other side of a thick tarp that divided the room. The Captain of LEGACY silently hummed a song as he waited.

“Captain?” asked Catherine from the other side.

Soreo, who was looking in the opposite direction perked up.

“Yes?”

“Be a dear and pass that fur coat in front of you.”

Soreo bowed and grabbed the coat. He turned around as she reached her hand from out the tarp, everything else still being obscured.

“Madam this fur is quite soft….” noted Soreo.

She was handed the coat as she laughed.

“Oh, me and my husband went hunting in the mountains. Genuine fur from an Artes Tiger.”

Soreo nodded.

“Ah…. Do you go hunting often?”

She sighed:

“I would if he paid more attention to me….Ever since my son got that pet of his…”

Soreo didn’t really have any stake in these matters but it was his job to help people. So maybe he could try to.

“Maybe he’s just worried. When he called it was rather urgent and….given the situation-“

“I understand.” she interrupted. “But, I’d rather he say that himself.”

“….Apologies if I-“

She opened the tarp, revealing that she had the coat on, in addition to an extravagant white dress. She looked like a dignified leader.

“It’s fine, Soreo was it?”

He nodded, still a bit in awe.

She smirked before walking up to him and pinching his cheek.

“Look at you, you’re more adorable than the last personal butler…”

With that, she walked out of the room. Soreo still stood there, not knowing what to think. But let’s be honest, he has a crush on a married woman.

“H-Hey?! I thought you picked on Ichigo! That’s a low blow narrator..!”

He’s been barely in here it wouldn’t make sense to comment on him….

“Whatever the case, as the Captain of LEGACY, I would never break the sanctity of a marriage….”

What if I were to have you act out of character? What then?

“You….you wouldn’t….”

“Ohhhhh Soreo, dear!” shouted Madam Catherine. Where are youuuu~?”

“You….you’re evil….”

I think you should be going now, “Soreo dear”.

As Soreo held his head down in shame and irritation, Mendou was in the kitchen with the head chef. He was a boisterous man with a frame even larger than Mendou’s.

Mendou himself stood up straight as he stared at all the food before him.

“Woah….”

There were an assortment of confectioneries, dishes, filled with meat, bread, fish, vegetables, fruits, mushrooms, and even a few eggs that may or may not have belonged to some Kaiju. The head chef turned to Mendou as the LEGACY member was still struck in awe.

“I…get to cook all of this?” he asked, innocently.

Before the head chef could answer a skinny and pale looking man in a similar outfit ran up to the two and pointed at Mendou.

“You can’t cook!!!!” he shouted. “This prestigious kitchen is coveted by world class chefs all over the world! As if you would even be allowed to look at the cutlery!”

The head chef disagreed.

“Nonsense Caesar” he said kindly. “Anyone can cook.”

Mendou balled up his fists.

“Who exactly is this guy?!”

The head chef turned back to him.

“Oh where are my manners….This is Antonio Zeppeli the 5th. He’s the sous chef around here.”

“Your correct!!!!” annunciated the sous chef. “You cannot seriously think he can even cook…”

“Oh believe me….”said Mendou with a determined glare.

“I can cook.”

The head chef looked at the two and saw they were getting heated.

“Ah, why don’t we host a friendly competition…? You both cook to see who’s the better chef.”

Mendou and his newfound rival both found it satisfactory. And with this, the competition would be under way.

Zeppeli was planning on making some beef Wellington and was happily chopping away at his food. He had on some whimsical and classical music to help him prepare the meal better.

Mendou on the other hand was blasting some insane music while throwing in meat that was apparently from an ‘ethical’ Detton farm, garnishes of the Gijera flowers, and was stirring up a storm with the bowls.

He then proceeded to pour the mysterious mixture all over the meat and slammed it in the oven. While that was happening, he reached for some potatoes and started ripping them apart with his bare hands, crushing and grinding them up, before mixing them with some bread and chicken.

When the food was finally done being cooked in the oven, he walked over to the deep fryer and dumped everything in wholesale.

Truly an American classic.

As the smell of the atrocious battle of the chefs was lingering throughout the mansion, others were fighting battles of their own. Like a Pitt-bull named Princess surveying a playground, Kiriko was looking over various prized possessions that the prestigious family had.

She sighed and continued to dust away at the collectibles while Sir Wallace was reading a book. The book was seemingly about the adventures of a man by the name of Milkin Jake and his scandalous affair with a hospital. He was singing the lyrics aloud, much to Kiriko’s frustration.

The assortment of figurines weren’t helping either. Odd amounts of religious symbolism and Opera that wasn’t really connecting with the rest of the room whatsoever. She was beginning to think Wallace was off his rocker.

Wallace continued singing to his his hearts content.

“I put the new doll on the spark~! I I troll until the bloody aliens is underneath~! Cause all my uchujins got it out the streets, I keep minus energy inside my jeans-“

Kiriko turned around like an Owl about to frame one attack a mouse, and with the widest smile she could physically achieve, she calmly spoke.

“Sir.”

“Yes?“

“I can’t exactly clean if you’re going to be singing like that….so do me a favor, and kindly quiet down.”

He nodded.

“Ah okay, I understand…” he began as he stood up and walked over to her.

He picked up another antique and looked at it nostalgically as the unwitting made folded her arms.

“You know, this whole thing doesn’t really fit the Nocturne motif you had going on…”

“I know” he said, entranced by the particular figurine. “My grandfather made these, and I always wanted to hold onto them.”

“Oh….”

Kiriko had been hit like a truck with that revelation. The following silence was more awkward than anything Kiriko had experienced in her life from before. Even when she was trapped in the elevator with the English teacher that gave her an F- on a quiz.

Wallace looked down at her and awkwardly laugh.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure that this probably doesn’t interest you.”

“No, no…It’s fine, I’m sure you grandfather was really good at his job.”

The wealthy man yawned and walked back a bit.

“Eh, it was more of a hobby, he was actually a railway man, drove the legendary steel Henry…”

“‘Steel Henry?’”

Wallace looked off into this distance like he was recalling a simpler, more kindred time.

“Steel Henry, or just Henry, was given to a steam engine back in the day….despite the litany of issues he had he still ran the best they could run him.”

“Huh…”

“Originally, the renowned Sir Nigel Gresly drew up designs for some new engine classes to be made….but those plans were stolen and using various parts that sometimes didn’t even fit together, led to Henry’s creation.”

He stopped being in the trance and looked back at Kiriko.

“Even now I do try to….Live up to his memory, if only a bit. Though, some people don’t seem to appreciate that…”

Kiriko noticed how his attitude had changed and he seemed more down than ever. With this in mind, she reached and fiddled through her dress to find something. She then pulled her hand out and opened her palm.

“What is that?“ questioned the rich man, still consumed by nostalgia.

In her palm was a medal that a certain pi- Magenta Rider gave her, one that showcased someone who had defied fate.

“It’s a keepsake…” responded Kiriko earnestly. “It helps me remember that…no matter what anyone says, I can stay true to myself.”

“Huh….”

He was a bit surprised but then smiled at the LEGACY member.

“T-Thank you, I appreciate that…lord knows I need it right now.”

“What’s happening?”

“Wellll, you already know why you’re here but…Me and my wife are in a bit of a spat now because of this fish situation…not to mention the company is losing a good chunk of money after all these raids on our stock.”

He went back to the chair he was in and sat down, sighing.

“And there the woman goes, chastising my interests because of this and- The botched expedition and holiday on Tartara Island didn’t help either…”

Kiriko was going to ask how he managed to breach multiple treaties and the apparent no fly/sail zone that was placed on the island, but she held her tongue…realizing how little stuff like that meant to a hundred thousand dollars and a PS5.

He held his forehead in frustration.

“I just need a release from all of this nonsense that’s been hounding us for the past few weeks…”

Kiriko felt bad and walked up to him.

“I could help with that, at the end of the day…LEGACY helps people and, you seem like you’ve been through a lot.”

“Oh thank you, you really don’t have to-“

“I insist… You must be really stressed out.”

The rich man stroked his chin.

“Wellll, you can if you help me out with an old family tradition.”

“Being?”

“Try doing the sushi suck surprise.”

Kiriko stopped all function, blankly stared at the man, trying to really register what he just said.

“Pardon?”

“I’ve been trying to get my wife to do the sushi suck surprise but…She’s not too good at it, so I need you.”

Kiriko entered fight or flight mode as the man stood up, reaching out his hand.

“We must make haste, the sushi suck surprise when suggested must be done at once.”

He grabbed her by the arm and they ran out the room, passing by a few shocked maids. Less surprised by Wallace grabbing another woman like that, and moreso how fast they were traveling.

“What the heck is going on?!!?!!!!!” was all Kiriko could shout as they zoomed down the hallway.

## Your Life is Everything! Fish For The Purpose+Rizanto The Clutcher+Wandaba Train

Boutaro and Ace were set up in quite an expansive room that lay underneath the mansion. The former felt like he was being locked away in some alternate dimension to train, like this was the mysterious place where his father had left in search for the sacred milk. It had an assortment of toys, well Ace demanded and insisted on them being collectibles, mainly from the Gamma v Ultra series and what was considered by many in the know, peak fiction. His bed was massive and so was some of the furniture, making Boutaro really wonder if they were still in the house.

Ace continued walking nonchalantly as Boutaro looked around the room, starry eyed.

"Wow, little man! I wish I had this when I was your age...."

Ace rolled his eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing just 'little man', a friend of mine won't stop talking about that movie."

"Ah..."

As they continued walking around, Boutaro could feel like there was a barrier between them. Ace gave off an aura of indomitable ice, that if broken, would lead to vaporous and flaming gas being unleashed upon him. Yet, he had a calm to him, very free flowing like a liquid would be. All in all, he seemed as unpredictable as plasma itself. Harder to read than the Chronicles of Medari if he had to be honest.

Ace stopped, prompting Boutaro to as well. He looked up and gasped as he bore witness to what he saw.

Propped up in a massive fishing tank, was the supposed fish they were meant to protect, being a whopping 7 meters big.

"WHAT KIND OF FISH-"

Ace side-eyed the LEGACY member.

"You've seen weirder...why else did you think we'd call you?"

"W-Well, I thought you guys wanted free labor...."

Ace shrugged.

"We have that for cheaper."

The fish when noticing the boy squealed with joy and pressed itself against the glass. Ace couldn’t help himself and put his hand right where the creature’s face was. The only thing separating them being the thick barrier.

Boutaro silently observed, being quite surprised at what happened next.

Ace was smiling. For the first time since he had seen him, Ace was actually smiling.

The LEGACY member found it infectious, he couldn’t help but smile too and walk up to the tank as the fish happily swam about at the sight of its companion.

Boutaro looked at Ace, the latter of which having his gaze fully fixated on the animal.

“It’s nice, huh?”

Ace nodded.

“We found him during an excursion to York. He was small and afraid…but after a week he warmed up to us…”

Boutaro looked back at the fish who was now starting to surface to the top of the tank.

It seemingly looked down at him and chirped.

“He likes you..” said Ace. “He usually is like that people he thinks are good.”

Boutaro awkwardly laughed.

“I’d like to think that I’m good…”

The fish soon plunged back into the water and continued swimming around. While that was happening, Ace silently pointed to some nearby chairs.

The two sat down and continued watching the pet have fun in the massive tank.

“I don’t want anything bad to happen to Sam.” said the young noble suddenly.

“‘Sam?’ That’s what you named him?”

Ace shook his head.

“That’s what he wanted to be called…Sam is short for Samson.”

Boutaro smiled.

“Well, I’m sure he’s just as strong as the actual Samson, he’ll do just fine.”

Despite the attempt to reassure him, Ace still felt distressed.

“He....I know he ran from something. I don’t know if- If he’ll be alright…...even if you guys are here.”

Ace sighed.

“I know I don’t seem the most emotional but…..I don’t wanna have my friend get hurt.”

Instead of making some grandiose speech or making some type of an attempt to act like a wise superhero, Boutaro put his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“In life, there are times where you can’t seem to do anything.... you shut down and try to default back to something cause you’re used to it…”

“How would you know?”

“That’s what I did when I first met you. I thought....that maybe if I acted like a hero and be as excited as possible, maybe I’d bring up the mood.”

Ace looked at the LEGACY member as he continued.

"I guess in times like these, ya gotta tell someone about this....Pretending and not addressing anything won't get us anywhere, right?"

Boutaro's smile was just as infectious. The boy couldn't help but give one of his own.

"Thanks....I think I needed to hear that."

"No problem" he simply replied. "We're in team LEGACY....we help people."

The two looked back at Samson, who was now chirping yet again. He wanted them to head over it seemed like.

"Well, we shouldn't keep him waiting" said Boutaro.

"Right..."

They got up and walked over to the tank to watch the fish happily swim all around its domain in excitement.

Presently, they used a mechanism that Ace activated, a platformer of sorts, to ascend to the top of the tank and started to sprinkle down food for Samson to feast on. Boutaro was having quite a good time. Reminded him of another pet fish he saw....he remembered its name being Chibbuske or something? He forgot since he had to look at a lot of various things from the READ machine.

Speaking of, a beeping noise was heard. Boutaro pulled up his sleeve and looked at the communicator on his wrist. It was Ichigo.

"Oh hey, Ichigo...!" he said happily. "What are you calling for?"

"I came to check up on how things are doing....it seems like activity all over the coasts of Japan has been increasing."

Boutaro raised an eyebrow.

"Are..."

Ichigo shook his head.

"Nope, the Ragon aren't rioting for shed snake skin this time....I believe it may have to do with....you know."

Boutaro glanced at Ace, who was cheerfully continuing to feed and play with his companion.

"Does...the Captain know?"

"I've been trying to get into contact with everyone but they all seem occupied."

Boutaro nodded. If he were to take on this task and duty, then he'd take it, take it, take it, take it.

"I understand. I'll inform everyone the best I can!"

"Alright" resolved Ichigo, his mouth now seeming full. "I'll try to phone in the military to see what's happening."

Boutaro cocked his head sideways.

"Wait, what are you eating?"

Ichigo leaned into the communicator.

"Don't tell Mendou" he whispered. "I got some of his stash..."

Boutaro squinted his eyes.

"Ok..."

"Thanks-"

"But you gotta save some for me."

Ichigo sighed.

"Alright..."

"AND...you have to tell me what 'sauce' is."

The scientist started to chuckle.

"Oh...pff, no need, I could show you later."

Unaware of the implications, Boutaro gave his comrade a thumbs up and the two promptly ended the call.

Boutaro turned to Ace who was still in the middle of having fun.

"Alright, change of plans."

"What?" asked the heir of a probably trillion dollar fortune.

"Uhh....let's say we might have to talk with your parents....and my friends."

Concurrently, the military had indeed received the phone call to examine the sites that had the supposed heightened activity. The newest target of which had many toppled over crates and fish laying everywhere. Ever since their Commander and another soldier had mysteriously vanished during the devastating attack of Reptogon in the first episode, they had to be a bit more cautious about their operations.

A soldier was walking through the wreckage and found something rather odd. It....it seemed to be a brick. A brick so legendary that he had to hold onto it at least once. But, juxtaposed with such an interesting find, was the unconscious body of one of the workers. The lone and unnamed soldier gasped, but the surprise was far from over. A long tendril coiled around a knocked over container and obviously the soldier was not about that action, and took off faster than a certain someone's father at the very news of their birth. He was turning into a track star the way he was outrunning that tendril. However, it soon became clear that this lure, this spiral and long rope of flesh had belonged to a creature, one of much larger importance than what any lone soldier could do.

He turned around and finally saw it, the beast that had been giving him so much grief. He screamed aloud as the creature spread its arms and roared, the fish-like beast, mainly resembling one that would dwell in deeper waters. The creature snarled as the military presence finally caught wind of it and began to mobilize its tanks and aircraft to the very point right then and there.

The soldier ran back to his field Captain with the brick in hand as the monster had a bit of a stand off with the forces that had arrived.

"Sir! Sir!" shouted the soldier. He turned around and pointed at the beast. "I found the monster and-"

The Captain shook his head.

"I'm quite aware of that. Now, make the order to kamikaze pilot the planes into its face."

"Alright but-"

....

"Wait run that back, what now?!"

The Captain put his hands behind his back and paced around, walking with an air of a pompous attitude.

"Don't you see? This country was founded on the principles of sacrifice, of honor!"

"Sir....You were born in California...."

"AND IS IT NOT AMAZING THAT IM STILL SO CLOSE TO MY ROOTS?! NOW KAMIKAZEE GEDOS NOW!!!!"

The soldier looked at the brick in his hand and then the Captain. He knew that this brick was more than mandatory.

Treason aside, the military had found it fit to start opening fire on the kaiju. The airplanes went in for a strafing run and tried to unleash all the had on the beast. However, Gedos simply looked up and decided to bend over, letting the missiles slide on its back and on its tail, flying all the way into nearby buildings and causing massive explosions behind the creature. It made its way through the docking yard as it kicked the tanks aside like they were soccer balls(football if you're not of the Powered persuasion). With shell after shell, you would think some kind of dent would be put into Gedos, right? Well, a stray shot did manage to strike the beast right into the back causing it to yelp in pain and spin around for a bit.

The men nearby cheered. This was clearly their time to shine, their time to cook and cook they were.

Gedos then clenched its fists.

No.

They would not cook.

The monster briefly turned around and plunged its head in the water, confusing many people there. Just what exactly was it cooking? But soon enough, it lifted its head and turned around, swishing constantly in its mouth before arching its head back and unleashing a burst of concentrated high pressure water, tearing through metal and the city infrastructure like a grim one would a series it could find itself consuming. The tidal wave of energy sent everything astray and were it not for the fact it wasn't too precise, many could've been in bigger danger.

But then, all of a sudden....it smelled something.

Gedos sniffed the air.

'Ah, there you are you little fella...' it probably growled.

It then promptly power walked way, while what was left of the military tried to shamble together to stop him, only be hampered by the now copious amounts of fish lying everywhere.

Concurrently, Boutaro and Ace were running throughout the house as the pristine and fancy music that filled the house switched to that of a familiar tune. All the while, they were trying to dodge and dance around the various workers that were passing by. Two of them were presently carrying a large and pristine glass statue of the most pristine thing a fan of literature and writing could ever feast their eyes upon in all honesty.

They slid under it and surprised the workers before continuing to speed off. The LEGACY member turned to Ace and raised an eyebrow.

"Is that....an Ultraman statue?"

In the middle of huffing, since the most physical activity he got was through smashing his 100,000 USD keyboard every time he lost a match in Warzone, Ace could only reply with "They converted to Barajism after a trip- In the desert...."

The two continued to speed off, putting many speedsters to shame with their motivation to reach their intended target. First they quickly encountered the kitchen and burst in, seeing Mendou in the middle of serving his well awaited meal to the head chef. Zeppeli was off in the corner malding, but was soon shocked at the two's arrival and tried to go and complain to Ace. But, there was no time to explain, or even write down dialogue for that matter, so they sped off and left the two chefs to partake in Mendou's special USA style beatdown KO boxer lil mac big fat supreme junior meat. They then continued in the same direction and darted off to find Soreo. However, they got split up when a large crowd of maids and butlers were passing by with many-many boxes. The only explanation Ace could give was "Just some stuff I ordered online." Once again, no time to question, they had to keep going.

The cavalcade pressed forward and encountered quite a horrifying sight! It was Soreo, massaging Ace's mom, Madame Catherine! Surely, this horrible turn of events would traumatize the young man. There was no excuse for that terrible-terrible moment. Honestly, the audacity of the Captain of team LEGACY to set such a bad example for all the young and impressionable shills viewing this.

"Shut up narrator!" shouted Soreo at the top of his lungs, red in the face. He then looked at the rather surprised group of people, who didn't know whether to say anything or to slowly step out and pretend that they didn't just see that.

Madame Catherine still had her face down and in all likehood she might've been asleep. Soreo put his hands up and tried to disarm the situation.

"L-Look now....She just requested that I work on her shoulders....She's been rather stressed out recently."

Boutaro and Mendou nodded.

"Ahhhhh" they said in unison.

Boutaro turned to his friend and laughed.

"Yeah, he would never do something like that...."

Mendou couldn't help but agree.

"Our Cap is more honorable than to do that type of thing."

Ace rolled his eyes, seeming to be fed up with everything and walked over to his sleeping mother.

"Waittttt a minute....." he said in a slow and bored manner. "Is that Kazzzuki Komondo?"

Shocking everyone in the room, his mother began to slowly arise and widen her eyes, uttering tongues about blue stones, bug kaiju out in the desert, and something about an Aegis. It took a bit for them to snap her out of the trance. For a few minutes all she could say was 'Noa' until they finally got her to stop when Ace was going to knock over a priceless vase created by world famous artist Sasuga Cassowary.

Madame Catherine shook her head and apologized for her prior behavior.

"I'm sorry about that...." she said. "What did you come here for?"

Boutaro bowed.

"I should be the one who's sorry to say this but....we need to find your husband as well.....the thing is-"

Just then, a loud roar was heard outside and everyone turned to a convenient window to look a massive pescatarian beast approaching the mansion post haste. Boutaro slowly turned back to Madame Catherine and awkwardly smiled.

"It's about....that."

Soreo straightened up and turned to Boutaro and Mendou.

"Very well then! We'll need to find Kiriko and then launch a counterattack while they-"

"Captain!" shouted Boutaro. "Duck!!!"

Soreo tilted his head.

"Duck? I'm actually more of a Swankin actually-"

"NO DUCK DOWN!!!!"

Everyone dropped to the floor as a powerful stream of water burst through the mansion and over their heads, revealing even something going on in another room. When the damage was done, Boutaro had a large Bass lodged in his mouth, Mendou was covered in seaweed, and Soreo was absolutely covered in Starfish, being practically unable to move. Madame Catherine was the first to stand up, not even looking at Ace. She was too fixated on the absolutely infuriating and anger inducing scene taking place before her. Going on in a room a ways a way from her, was her husband tending to the female LEGACY member from earlier, instead of rushing over to make sure that she was okay.

Nevermind he was in another room, the very sight of that was getting on her nerves and she honestly wanted to say something about that. She clenched her fists and turned around to Soreo, who was attempting to wriggle out of the various sealife that had forced themselves on him. But, when he saw the furious gaze of the wealthy woman, his muscles automatically froze. Movement would be like rushing behind a horse while it was in mid-kicking motion. Whether it sweat or seawater, or possibly both, he looked absolutely nervous.

"Captain...." said Catherine in an increasingly threatening tone. "Is it LEGACY's modus operandi to hire homewreckers....?"

"M-M'am..." he spluttered. "I don't think that's the-"

"SILENCE! LEGACY can stay back for now.....the military will handle this issue and I'll be sure to have words with Kabuki about this."

"What if I gave you another massage?"

She stopped to think for a moment, but the roar from the imminent kaiju snapped her out of it.

"No." she coldly said.

"O-Operation Withdraw.....and stay back while the family escapes......so that we can have a hope of reclaiming our funding......is a...."

"Go." finished Catherine as she walked off with Ace to go confront Sir Wallace whilst Soreo passed out from the copious amounts of Starfish.

When she finally did make it to the room, she didn't even say anything. Instead she pinched her husband by the ear and whispered "We will have words later...." as they made their way to an unknown location.

Meanwhile, the beast was fast approaching. It was ready to rip open into that mansion and get what it came for. That was the plan anyway. Gedos was not going to go empty handed with this one. It stomped and stepped like it was the biggest stepper of all time, the absolute confidence in the way it reached the house of the rich could not be understated.

But, there was something that would get into the way. A small light had arrived, one that would expand and grow. What it expanded into? Well, all Gedos was able to see was a glowing foot heading right for its face. The beast got sent skidding back across the the city landscape they were battling in. While it was a bit more of an inland area, the closely nit area had a lot of people running away and the light that appeared would be their one and only hope for now. It was none other than the obligation of every single episode: Ultraman Rizanto.

Rizanto got into a fighting stance as Gedos sprung back up, not even bothering to communicate and firing a stream of pressurized water at the Ultra. The young warrior raised his arm to deflect the attack, but when it pressed against him, he realized why that move was so dangerous. He shouted in pain as he hopped around and flailed his arm, helpless for what would come next. Gedos stretched out the lure on its forehead to approach and reach its foe, wrapping it around his neck and causing Rizanto to forget about the unbearable pain on his arm. He grabbed tight and tried to wriggle free from the hold; however, various shocks of electricity put him into submission, allowing Gedos to use the lure to fling him by the neck into a nearby building....and to make matters worse, it was an expensive restaurant that the family ate at often....LEGACY would not get their funding, would they?

As Rizanto lay limp in a pose all too familiar to the general audience of this production, Gedos continued to advance towards its given goal, its calling if you will. But, it seemed that there would be more hinderance to come. A stray energy slash hit it from the back(ayo), causing the abyssal monster to turn around and growl with a mix of irritation and intrigue. Rizanto had recovered and pointed at the monster.

"You will not reach that lifeform in there!" he shouted triumphantly. "You'll have to get through me first!"

Gedos didn't react.

It snorted and then turned around to go about its business.

Rizanto stepped back a bit and tilted his head.

"Is he....making light of me....?"

The lack of a response from anything prompted the Ultra in a fit of determination and a bit of a hurt ego to rush towards Gedos and latch onto the kaiju's arm and pulled it back. He kneed it in the spine and jumped up a bit to deliver a chop, so that he could better easily hold the monster in place more. However, with a bit of a shake here and there, the fish monster was perfectly aligned with and in front of Rizanto just as a surge of hot gas burst from the vent on its back. The rookie Utra was caught by the entirety of the blast and sent flying back.

Gedos turned around and snickered at its foe's comeuppance while he was attempting to stand up, still recovering from the ghastly gas.

Rizanto coughed and spluttered.

"N-Not cool man...!" he grumbled. "Do you just like farting on random people!"

For the first time in the battle, Gedos responded.

'I don't have time to be childish with you!' it roared.

It then proceeded to unleash another stream of water at Rizanto, prompting him to roll out of the way as he overlapped his hand with his Ultra-Mitten before pulling his hands back and shooting two energy crescents at the beast's arms.

Gedos stumbled back while Rizanto looked at some of the affected buildings.

("Wait....are those?") he thought, as he saw what the water had been unleashing. Right on the roofs of them were various sharks and rays. He slowly turned to Gedos and gasped. ("That beam of his. It's like he's spitting out stuff from his stomach and stuff!")

Rizanto started to clap his hands and did various strange dances to try and get Gedos to be set off, but….all that did was confuse the creature.

Onlooking the battle, some soldiers who had followed the creature’s pathway were also just as bewildered.

“Why doesn’t Ultraman just use his beam?” asked one. “Is he stupid?”

Another one shook his head.

“It’s heresy to use the beam at the beginning! You gotta beat down the monster first…!”

Rizanto realized….he wasn’t making much progress and decided to leap into the air and come at Gedos with a kick. The monster staggered back a bit, but decided it was now time to stop playing around.

The beast backhanded Rizanto and started to grapple the Ultra, swinging him around just by the shoulders. The two clashed fiercely, though it seemed like the massive fish clearly had superior strength. With an uppercut to the chin and getting his face slammed into one of the hedges, and by extension the entire garden at the mansion, Rizanto was put down.

Gedos growled eagerly and knew exactly what to do.

The beast started to dig into the ground by clawing at it, and despite its appearance it was quite the good burrower. As its foe remained laid out, it took the opportunity to dig and dig until it had finally reached its destination.

There it was.

There it was indeed.

‘Guesra!!!!!!!’ exclaimed the monster with a loud roar, looking at its new quarry, the source of its very hunt.

In the basement, what seemed to be a family in the middle of arguing looked up in astonishment and fear.

Sir Wallace in particular….he recognized that lamp….he recognized that very light. It was the very light he had heard of so many times before and now it was here before him barring its fangs.

The family stood still. If it wanted the Guesra, it could very well have it. No fish was worth their lives. But….that was what two of them thought at least. Ace, he wasn’t going to let that slide.

He ran off, prompting Catherine to reach out and scream his name in fear, but the growling of the beast stopped her from going any further and instead, made her drop to her knees in some kind of defeat. She didn’t even bother telling her husband, still fixated on the beast, to do anything.

(“I’m not letting you get him!!!!”) thought Ace with determination.

With surprising agility, he sprang around the massive room and grabbed a particular device. It was a phone. He yanked it off the charger and made sure it was just hot enough for him to do this.

He cocked his hand back and shouted “Use this to go get some play instead of my pet!!!!!”

Before Gedos could even reach Samson, the phone hit its face and blew up, causing the Kaiju to shake its nose in confusion and irritation.

Catherine took this opportunity to run towards her son and grab him, hugging him tightly before pulling back and shouting.

“That was so reckless!!! Never do that ever again!”

“Hey!” responded Ace. “You and dad are always going to places like Tartara Island and that dimension world with that golem thing!”

“We’re adults…”

“With no common sense….What’s been up with you lately?! Why are you acting so strange and so….”

Ace recalled.

He had recalled what Boutaro had said.

“That’s what….that’s what we’ve all been…doing….”

“Huh? What do you mean, darling?”

Before there could be an answer, Gedos looked down and roared at the two humans beneath him.

His lure struck out like a whip and it seemed like it was reaching for them. It all came so fast and both closed their eyes, Catherine preparing to be the one grabbed by the appendage when….

“No!!!!!” shouted a familiar voice, as the sound of the lure wrapping around and getting something could be heard.

Ace and Catherine opened their eyes, only to see Sir Wallace in Gedos’ clutches.

“Ahhhh! Go!”

“Dad!!!!” shouted Ace.

“Don’t worry about me…! Trust me, it’ll settle for me now! I won’t let this thing torment our family anymore!”

Gedos snarled and stepped back, getting out of view for them.

Ace punched the ground.

“No! Are you freaking kidding me?! I just realized- And then just- Are you serious right now?! That monster!!!!!”

Gedos walked off and started to head back to where it once returned, Rizanto slowly getting back up, a bit dazed from the beating he took.

As he struggled to return to his feet, he could hear district screaming. It caught his attention, it motivated him to start standing up, even if his legs didn’t have to strength to let that happen.

The words that he heard.

They motivated him to stand up completely.

“Anyone!!!!!! I want….I want to live my normal life! With my family! …..I want my dad back! Please….I won’t ask anything else of anyone again!!!!”

Rizanto clenched his fists.

(“You can ask that and more….Ace.”) thought Rizanto.

“This family has been through enough….” said an undisclosed voice within the Ultra.

“And we won’t let them be through anymore!!!!!” they shouted in unison.

“Mitten Armor: Install!!!!!!”

“Ooooooh Kay: Ultraman Lightning!!!!!”

Rizanto’s appearance changed in a flash of light and burst out of a cloud of electricity spawned by the transformation.

He quickly dashed towards Gedos without even a second thought and in half a second, he appeared in front of the monster, causing it to jolt back.

Rizanto opened up his palm as it charged up an orb of lightning. It crackled fiercely as the Ultra approached the Kaiju.

“I think you have something I want….”

‘I-I could say the same about you!’ exclaimed the monster.

“Then let’s trade!!!!!” shouted Rizanto as he slammed his palm into Gedos’ chest and snatched Sir Wallace out of the creature’s grasp.

He dashed back just in time as the electricity surged all over the beast’s moistened body, causing it to shriek in pain and agony, as it was being turned into a literal lightbulb. Rizanto meanwhile looked down at his palm to see a very shook noble, but a safe one at that. He let out a sigh of relief as Gedos was still jolting and contorting from the shock.

‘You! Bzzt- Little….’ growled the fish beast. ‘I’ll get my hands on- Bzzt- You!!!!’ it roared in between zaps.

“Nuh uh!”

‘Yuh huh!’

“Nuh uh!”

‘Yuh huh!’

Rizanto looked at a confused and somewhat afraid Sir Wallace, shaking in his palm.

He turned to Gedos.

“Excuse me for one second.”

He looked down at the noble and without saying a word kindly nodded to the man. Rizanto gently raised his hand into the air as the sky started to darken a bit. Thunder and lightning struck down onto his body as Gedos stepped back, bewildered at what he was watching and plus, as a fish getting cooked like a story quiet waiting in a google document was not going to be the way he'd get out of this world. The electrical energy formed around the Ultra's palm and made a bubble, one that safely protected the man and with a gentle toss, sped pass the fish monster as the Ultra looked on with pride. When the creature finally came to its senses, it growled irritably at this newcomer already interfering with everything.

'YOU LITTLE WRETCH!!!!' shouted Gedos as he ran towards the Ultra.

Rizanto acted quickly and ducked, as the monster was midair he filled his foot with energy and landed a direct kick to the stomach. This coupled with the momentum sent Gedos flying in the air and soon landing into the ocean. The massive splash created a giant tidal wave that seemed like it would get close to the land. The damage would've been more catastrophic than Devon's hairline was probably what Rizanto was thinking in that moment, thus he took a deep breath and with a flash of lightning exited his transformation, returning to normal. He ran forward and overlapped his hand with the Ultra-Mitten before pulling his hands back and creating an orange surfboard of energy.

He threw it onto the water and started surfing around as Gedos was underneath, stirring up the waves that caused Rizanto to sway and swerve about. The beast jumped from the water and tried to bite the Ultra, but the young warrior spun around and did a trick in the air, splashing some water in its eye and landing back on the water as his foe returned to the depths. Rizanto for a bit would have to try to find some type of weakness whilst Gedos tried all sorts of tactics. Blowing the high pressure water that was this time full of Pufferfish, to whipping out his lure to try and get the Ultra to be pulled underwater. However, the giant always seemed to be one step ahead and ladly sauced on the kaiju, souring many of its attempts further.

When it had enough, Gedos surfaced again and growled 'ARE YOU TONY HAWK OR SOMETHING?! JUST DIE ALREADY!!!!' it shouted, launching its lure yet again.

“Ooooooh Kay: Ultraman Lightning!!!!!”

Rizanto quickly switched back to the form that had been....winning a surprising amount of times in previous contents with ease...huh, and caught the lure just as it was trying to pump electricity in him. All that did however, was further empower his body and caused random bolts to shoot into the sky as the Ultra laughed.

"No, I'm not....whoever that is...." began the Ultra. "I'm tired."

'H-Huh?!!?!'

"I'm tired of guys like you trying to attack the innocent!"

'Please! I deserve to indulge in whatever fish I want! I'm the king of the seas!' was most likely what Gedos was waffling on about.

Rizanto gripped the lure tighter and using all of his might yoinked the creature out of the water, spinning it around and around by the very rope of flesh until he let go and let it catapult off into the sky.

The Ultra then set off with a quick dash, trails of lightning and energy following closely behind as he declared "Entitlement like that instead of empathy will get you nowhere!!!!"

He spread his arms and clasped his hands as gravity compelled Gedos to fall back down. Newton's Law had completely messed the fish over. Now, Rizanto was cooking up something fierce. Various energy discharged throughout the warrior's body as his muscles began to bulk up slightly. It was as though positive, negative, and neutral energy were all condensing and coalescing into this one final attack. He clasped his hands together as Gedos squealed and roared, the two now being inches away from each other. Rizanto shouted and multiple darts of electricity colored yellow, blue, and red all started to hit the beast at once. It constantly screeched and screamed as the onslaught of thunderbolts could make the greek god Zeus blush. With one final blast that had all three colors swirling into it, Gedos was sent flying back into the deep and alluring blue of the sea.

'CURSE YOU OTROMEN RIZANTO!!!!!' it roared in pain while it sank to the depths, still being shocked over and over again.

Rizanto looked down and put his hands on his hips.

"'Otromen'? Did I shock him too hard?" he thought aloud.

He shrugged.

"Oh well...."

He flew off into the sky, leaving behind a damaged town and mansion in need of repair, accented by a sunset.

The day had been one, though everyone involved had been battered and bruised, it was still a victory nonetheless. Around thirty minutes had gone by, and the servants along with the LEGACY members, now somewhat recovered from the events ran over to see if the family was alright. The amount of time between then was spent clearing the rubble and various other things in the way preventing them from doing so. When they came in, surprisingly the first to run in were both Kiriko and Boutaro.

They both ignored the other and shouted "Are you alright?!" in unison.

What everyone saw was the family.....surprisingly close. Worn down, but otherwise not much worse for wear. It seemed like they hadn't been exerting themselves or anything, so it was really anyone's guess what they had been doing this entire time.

Soreo burst between his two subordinates and dropped to his knees.

"I'm so-so sorry that all of this happened!" he prostrated.

But, he didn't get much of a response. He slowly looked up and saw what the family were doing. They were busy laughing and only after their minor interaction, did the patriarch of the family nod at them before walking up to Soreo and helping them up.

"It's fine, Soreo, was it?"

"Very...!" he nodded.

"I have to say.....while you didn't exactly protect my family from this beast- You did end up helping some other way...."

Soreo smiled.

"Really?"

Sir Wallace bowed.

"Yes.....I'm eternally grateful to what you taught us.....even if it took us ages to- Realize such a basic-basic lesson."

"It's fine, LEGACY helps people- We try to."

Wallace stopped bowing and looked at Soreo.

"Well, I actually do think there's one more thing you can do....if you're up to it."

Soreo looked back at his men, who all seemed pretty up to the task. Especially, Boutaro and Kiriko. He looked back at Sir Wallace and pumped his fist up.

"We'll gladly do anything."

And, they made good on that promise. Out in the hills and countryside of Japan, during the earlier hours of the morning, when most trains have stopped running, anyone awake could see a familiar smoke billowing into the air. Trailing behind a familiar, yet different figure at the same time were 7 long coaches of a bygone era to some, a nostalgic trip to others. The clanking and rattling of the rails, the steam and consistent sound of puffing, and the triumphant and powerful whistle that could be heard by all, was what led many rail enthusiasts to gather nearby the tracks in anticipation for the legend to pass by. It was no Flying Scottsman, but it didn't need to be. Inside cab of the engine, Soreo was actually driving it whilst Mendou was shoveling in coal at a rapid pace. The two happily did so without complaint and once they passed by a group of enthusiasts, the former couldn't help but pull the whistle for show.

The coaches had many people inside of them. Some of them friends of the family, others were more loosely associated. You can believe that a certain man in a position of power was there, watching one of his favorite shows: Interspecies Critics. Anyways, disgusting tastes aside, in one of the coaches Sir Wallace and Madame Catherine were gazing into each other's eyes. Without even saying a word, she took the bowl of sushi that was in front of her and promptly put her hands on the meal. She then lowered her head and after 20 seconds, it was completely gone.

Sitting adjacent to them, Boutaro looked on at what happened and back to the person facing him on the opposite seat: Kiriko.

"So that's what the....Sushi Suck Surprise was?" he asked.

Kiriko nodded.

"He was teaching me how to....but, then that monster had to come in and make everything wet."

"WHOOOOOOOOOO!" shouted Mr. Kabuki from another coach randomly, everyone else being able to hear that.

Boutaro looked back and raised his eyebrow.

"What's he been looking at?"

"Best not to worry about it...." responded Ace, who was sitting next to him. "My mom and dad always told me he was a bit of a weird one."

Ichigo was sitting next to Kiriko and he yawned, saying "He's looking at sauce."

Boutaro darted his gaze back at him.

"Oh, right, you need to still show me that...."

"No..!" interjected Ace. "You really-"

Kiriko interrupted him by snapping her fingers and drawing attention to the fact Boutaro wasn't listening.

"Best to let him learn the hard way....." she said.

Boutaro leaned in to see what Ichigo had on his phone. He stared at it intently, tilting his head to get every angle and see what was the bottom of this.

"W-Wait....since when could people move their bodies like- How do you even- CAN IT GROW THAT- WHAT?!!!!"

Despite him losing his innocence, the other two bystanders in this couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle.

As the engine, Steel Henry kept on passing through the countryside, it seemed that all was well.

Wait-

Boutaro after repressing every memory locked into that phone looked back at Ace.

"Wait....What's Samson up to, I hope he isn't alone..."

Ace chuckled.

"About that....We found his mom so....."

Boutaro frowned.

"Oh...."

"But, we get to visit him and his mom..! She's grateful for us taking care of him..!"

Kiriko looked over at Ichigo.

"Did you lend them that monster communication machine?"

"Funding is funding...." replied Ichigo, nonchalantly. "And you gotta do what you gotta do for it...."

He looked back at her and smirked.

"Even if it means wearing a maid outfit."

"Shut up!"

"That's awesome" Boutaro exclaimed. "I wonder how they're doing...."

In oceans near Brazil, many fishermen could report seeing an adult Guesra with her child. Usually they wouldn't attack, since there was a lot of chocolate in the area. It seemed the mother used her size to clear down forests for free, while she got chocolate in return. And Samson himself was able to help further the spread of some well needed seeds and plants in place of those trees.

Ah, that smell, the smell of chocolate in the air, the smell of cooking.

Despite being on other sides of the world, it seemed that something had finally been realized.

An old wound heal and over it, something then generated and grew.