Here, you guys can have this one; but not done with rework of Splitting Leaves Flying Shadows. So... next chapter will have to wait a little bit more than normal, I'm afraid. Exams and work experience and finishing the rewrite and stuff... sigh. You guys are in for the long haul.


Although the Juubi was a creature powerful enough to achieve almost everything that it wished, it was now obvious that it was a far cry from omniscient, as was generally stereotyped of 'gods'.

Naruto sat against a stone chimney with a tired sigh. After completing some basic reconnaissance, it was clear that he had a lot of work to do if he wished to fit in.

For starters, when he had first seen it, he had accepted the ANBU captain's uniform as a very good choice for recon. The fact that it consisted of a distinctive but at the same time nondescript cloak over his gear meant that he could easily melt into a crowd without being seen. When combined with his mask, it also served as an undeniable mark of his authority, as only squad leaders or captains were permitted to wear the white cloak.

But now, it was entirely useless. Because from the little bit of the new world's society that he had witnessed, Naruto acknowledged that even something as commonplace as the cloak in his own world was a rare sight in this one. Instead, the population donned a diverse mix of clothing that seemed overwhelmingly catered to satisfy aesthetics and individuality.

Much of the clothing he saw had very little practical use. There were a few uniforms around, providing the slightest amount of consistency. They were worn by this world's version of the ANBU as well as what seemed to be Academy students (though many of them seemed much older than should be allowed). But apart from the scarce number of 'ANBU', none of the new version of dress seemed to possess any sort of protective qualities. In fact some of them seemed to convey the opposite- skin was bared in ridiculous amounts, as well as some articles of clothing seemingly having been ripped or torn deliberately.

Maybe it was some way of displaying your superiority or something? thought Naruto in confusion, why would you destroy your own clothing on purpose?

Still pondering this conundrum, he slowly flicked his hood off and removed his mask. It also seemed that masks were also not worn, not even by the new 'ANBU'.

Naruto coughed a bit from the polluted nature of the air, but managed to bear with it. At the beginning, it was much more difficult to endure- this new world seemed a lot more intense than his own- the noise, the lights- the harsh breakneck pace that everything seemed to move at.

It all grated on his senses so bad that Naruto even resorted to manually deactivating the seals on his ANBU mask. They were fashioned in a way as to not impede the senses of a ninja in any way, and as a layer of protection, they were invaluable in skirmishes in the urban setting. But in this case, using the physical mask as a muffler against the driving sounds, sounds and smells was more practical.

Still, it wasn't enough to overcome the oppressive assault. So Naruto resorted to requesting that the Juubi provide for him a scarf that he could use to wrap around the nose and mouth portions of the mask. This still didn't cut out the effect of the new sensations entirely, but it made them bearable.

And as he continued to complete his self-administered mission, Naruto began to slowly get accustomed to the intensity of the city. As soon as he felt he was ready, he removed the scarf. And likewise, he also started reactivating his mask's seals, one by one.

So, finally, he could now breathe unhindered in the new world! Such progress!

With one obstacle out of the way (no matter how ridiculously trivial it seemed) it was time to tackle the next one.

Which was that of clothing. Again.


Naruto looked down on the street from the rooftop, and gestured towards a boy who looked about his own current age.

So, Juubi, he thought, can you get me some clothes like that kid?

Although the boy was wearing a pair of baggy pants that rode down way too low and some kind of ripped singlet (two things that didn't seem practical to Naruto no matter what kind of spin he tried to put on it) there seemed to be a number of boys with similar, if not identical styles of dress. He was also riding on some sort of wheeled plank, but that seemed more like a mode of transport rather than a piece of clothing, which is more than can be said for the lopsided cap on his head.

Huh. I don't know. Although I have nothing like that in my Archives… obviously because nothing like that has ever been created on the shinobi continent, I do have the knowledge and expertise of every single tailor or seamstress that had ever lived. Still, something as foreign as that will take some time to analyse and replicate. I can give it a shot if you want, though.

Please, by all means, go ahead. Its not like I have anything to lose.

Uhh… okay. I don't think I'll materialize it onto you directly this time- something as unstable looking as those clothes might get you into embarrassing situations.

Good point.

Again, the feeling of heat spread through his stomach before, with a poof, some clothing appeared on the section of roof ahead of him. But just by looking at it, Naruto could already tell it was a failure. The Juubi had evidently tried to hard to mimic the appearance of the clothing and had instead sacrificed the actual stability of the material. What he was looking at now was simply a shapeless swathe of fabric, and it was definitely something Naruto was not about to wear in public.

Never mind, he told the Juubi, I've got an idea.

Oh?

Pulling out a kunai, he quickly shrugged off his ANBU cloak. Then, with quick, precise slashes, he cut it at about waist length. It was obvious that Naruto was simply trying to get it to resemble a modern hoodie, although he didn't know what they were called yet.

But even if the general shape of the thing was correct, the blank white cloth was still missing something vital. As it stood, there was simply something inherently wrong with the garment, although Naruto couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, exactly.

Naruto scanned the populace still milling around on the street, before chancing upon the problem in a flash. There was simply no plain material used in the clothing that they wore!

With this in mind, Naruto broke out his sealing supplies (which had been thoughtfully provided by the Juubi along with the rest of his standard shinobi equipment), intent on drawing on some homemade designs to remedy this problem. But as he grew low on inspiration and short on time, he decided to just go with the first things that popped into his head, and, conveniently, the most simple.

He quickly inked an elaborate Konoha insignia on the front, before sketching on nine sweeping lines that interlocked into a spiral on the back. He would have used his calligraphy skills (painstakingly taught to him by the Hyuuga clan after they realized he couldn't even sign official documents properly) to inscribe a title or message, but he didn't yet know if this new world used the same characters and alphabet as his old one.

Then, with this done, Naruto quickly flung the heavily modified cloak around his shoulders. The reason he did this was because he had just realized that he had been wearing his standard ANBU gear underneath. But although this would have been fine in Konoha, the sight of a person bristling with so many dangerous weapons would be sure to raise some concerns over security.

As someone who had done his fair share of visiting foreign cities while holding the position of Hokage, Naruto had been thoroughly drilled in the protocols and common courtesies of how to comport himself in order to present an acceptable and acceptable portrayal of Konoha's shinobi. This course naturally covered the weapon handling side of matters, and the golden rule seemed to be: 'Never reveal to anyone exactly how many weapons you have.'

There were many reasons why this was the case. They ranged from originating from common sense (Never overly trust shinobi with different alliances) or from general preference (Some people- Tenten- liked to carry so many weapons that it was ridiculous to try and keep track of them all).

So Naruto hurried to cover up all the shiny metal that hung dangerously on his person. He then turned to vacate the vicinity just in case he had been spotted during those brief moments. His shinobi pants would have to suffice as 'modern clothing' for the moment. It didn't seem too different, although it still lacked some of the defining features that the clothing from this new world seemed to possess.

He got up and was about to roof-hop away, when he saw the kunai he had used to cut his cloak still lying on the ground. He quickly picked it up and put in his pouch, reminding himself that he didn't have many weapons left to spare anyway.

But just as he withdrew his hand from his leather hip pouch, he felt a nagging thought that lingered at the back of his mind. There was something wrong with that action that he just did. Reaching back into his pouch, Naruto gingerly retrieved the kunai that he had just replaced.

As he thought, there was something strange about this kunai.

Naruto lifted it to the light, trying to see if there was some kind of imperfection or flaw to it. But despite how unusual the kunai felt to his instincts, it was still a perfectly functional weapon. It felt heavy and familiar in his hand, a comforting reassurance that reminded him of his younger days… his younger days?

That's it! thought Naruto in triumph.

After achieving Hokage status, Naruto no longer had to rely on the stock kunai that was distributed and made available to run-of-the-mill ninja. Instead, he was entitled to take his supplies from the Hokage Armoury- a privilege that was, as the name suggests, exclusive to the village head. The kunai and shuriken that was available there was a different animal altogether compared to the normal grade stuff.

Masterpieces of metalcraft forged by only the most competent of Suna blacksmiths and made from highest grade metals found in the deepest recesses of Earth Country mines, these kunai were actual killing machines, comparable to any rare katana. Of course, very rarely do kage-class shinobi actually rely on weaponry to win their battles, and items like kunai and shuriken were used more as distractions rather than as the actual killing weapons.

A notable exception was the Fourth Hokage, but he was a special case, and again, the kunai he used were unique because of the seal upon them, not their actual lethality.

But the point is, the kunai that Naruto was holding at the moment was not one of the specially made kunai that he usually stocked. Instead, it was one of the normal kunai.

But the question was, how did it manage to get here, when Naruto hadn't used one in years?

Naruto bit his lip.

Pulling out another kunai from his pouch, he weighed it in his hand. This one was also one of the normal ones.

Naruto spun the blades in his hands, thinking desperately, his mind racing.

When he had been taking his inventory before, in the warehouse, his kunai had been the Hokage-grade ones, he was sure. So… where did they go and at what point did they get replaced with the older models?

He tried to mentally retrace his steps, but soon reached a wall when he got to the point where he had put everything back into his pouch.

After that… what?

Naruto tried to remember what he had did after that. Did he drop his pouch somewhere? In that case, when did he pick up this new one? Actually, if this new world didn't have shinobi like him, why does it have shinobi tool pouches in the first place?

These questions swam dizzyingly around in his head, but Naruto still couldn't remember what had happened.

Calm down, calm down, he thought to himself, I only need to think about this logically. Lessee… after I put all my weapons back into my pouch, I... put it back on… and then… the Juubi changed my clothes!

Naruto snapped his fingers in triumph.

Hey Juubi! he called mentally.

Yes? came the calm answer.

Did you take my kunai and stuff when you gave me these clothes?

Yeah. Why? Is there a problem?

Well, not really, but the kunai that you gave me aren't as good as my other ones.

Oh, okay. Sorry. When I replaced your clothes, the weapon pouch that you used as an ANBU was also carried over. D'you want me to swap them back?

Yeah, might as well. I don't know whether the locals are hostile or dangerous. It'd be best if I was as prepared as possible.

Mmm… very well. Look down.

Naruto did so, and found a weapon pouch on the floor next to his foot. Bending down, he hefted it in his hands, smiling as he felt the reassuringly familiar weight. He pulled out a shuriken and inspected it, turning it over in his hands, searching for imperfections. When he found none, he pressed the edge ever so slightly against his thumb, nodding in satisfaction as a crimson line opened up along the pink flesh.

Wiping the edge of the weapon and putting it back to its rightful place, Naruto sucked absentmindedly on the wounded thumb. After a few seconds of this, he pulled it back out and wiped it. The wound was gone.

Thanks, Juubi, he thought.

Any time. A little wound like that is nothing to me.

Naruto unbuckled his old weapon pouch and attached his new one, before pulling down the hem of his hoodie to hide the large bag.

Umm… hey, can you do anything about this? asked Naruto hesitantly, as he held the unwanted weapon pouch awkwardly.

Sure, came the unhurried reply.

With a feeling of a bird taking flight from his palm, the leather pouch disappeared into the air.

Naruto stretched his neck, feeling as if he was finally ready to combat any threats that he might come across.

Wait a second… hey, Juubi, how did you create those weapons before?

I told you, I created them from the imprints that reside in the shinobi world that lies inside you. With my… well, the Sage of Six Path's technique, 'Banbutsu Souzou' (Creation of All Things), I can use chakra to create an exact replica.

Yeah, and how many of these 'imprints' do you have?

I have every single thing that ever existed in the shinobi world. Whether they be people, plants, weapons, particles of chakra or air, I have them all.

So… theoretically you could give me an infinite amount of kunai and stuff?

That is child's play for me.

Cooooool! Well, that solves the supply problem! Can you create food as well?

Mmm… that is more difficult. Although I can, technically, you would just be ingesting your own chakra. There might be unexpected side-effects. Also, because I have only second-hand experiences with tasting foodstuffs, the flavour might be a bit off.

Ah. Oh okay. Nevermind, that's pretty cool though.

Heh. Just watch this.

With an excited voice that seemed more fit for a child, the Juubi sent some chakra spiraling through Naruto's coils.

The chakra burst out and then started to create shapes. Ten vaguely human shaped objects started to take form.

Hey, hey, Juubi, I thought you said you couldn't bring stuff back to life! Naruto thought in panic.

But his fears were unfounded. As the forms became more and more distinct, it was clear that they were not human at all. Defined joints and shiny skin betrayed their true nature.

"Puppets?" asked Naruto in amazed wonder.

Not just any puppets, but the Ten Masterpieces of Monzaemon Chikamatsu. And look at what they are holding.

Naruto looked closer; seeing the large objects that some of the puppets were holding. The objects varied in size and appearance, but one or two seemed to be extremely familiar.

"That shape… Zabuza's blade! Kubikiribouchou! And… those bandages! Shark Dude's sword! Uh… Samekawa?" he exclaimed with nostalgia.

Samehada, idiot! But, yes. Those are the very blades. As you can see, I can create even legendary or spiritual items and artifacts with no trouble. I can even imbue them with the same qualities which blessed them previously.

Oh wow! thought Naruto excitedly, if I had Zabuza's cool as heck massive cleaver thing, I could be invincible!

A pleasant thought of him running through the streets decapitating a bunch of conveniently placed villains slipped through his head.

Don't even think about it.

Awww… why?

Remember, you're still fifteen. You can't wield a blade as heavy as the Kubikiribouchou, and would have no idea what to do with it if you did! Jeez, for someone who should be a fully-grown man, you sure are immature. Hmm… but judging from these memories of you… I guess that's just the way you are.

Naruto listened to the Juubi, noticing how the angry lecture had faded out to an abstract musing halfway through. Looks like the Juubi was more human than he let on.

Anyway, let's go. You've dallied here long enough.

With a grand explosion of light, the puppets and the Seven Ninja Swords of the Mist burst into light particles.

Taking that as his hint to leave, Naruto gave the area one more cursory sweep to see if he had left any evidence of his presence. Not finding any, he grinned and leapt from the building, aiming for the wall of a dirty looking alleyway that was directly underneath.

He reveled in the feeling of rushing air, before sticking out his foot. He gently increased the angle at which it was about to make contact with the stone wall, as if he was kicking it in slow motion.

Although it was true that Naruto had lost many of his hard-earned chakra skills (including tree-walking), he didn't intend on sticking to the wall or anything similarly complicated.

Instead, all he did was channel raw chakra through his foot to slow down his descent, until he touched down lightly on the dirty concrete.

Looking though one of the dirty windows that were scattered though the alley, he wiped it clean with his sleeve and gave his appearance one last check.

Satisfied with his now 'normal' look, Naruto straightened his hoodie and strode fearlessly out into the new world he had been thrown into.

Naruto walked amongst the people, seemingly without a care in the world. But despite this lazy impression, it was actually the opposite.

Even while he walked, he was already absorbing and analyzing, trying to establish an acceptable and consistent manner of behaving.

He had drawn his hood up, letting the shadow of the material hide his eyes. This was because they were darting all over the place, an action that would definitely have drawn some suspicious looks if it was out in the open. Blinks punctuated the rapid eye movement, accentuating his flickering pupils. It was like the shutter of an old camera, clicking to signify the creation of something important.

Snap. Naruto's sharp eyes scanned the front page of a newspaper, noting that the script and layout of the new language was almost identical to the one he was familiar with.

Snap. The cerulean orbs analysed the use of the ubiquitous metal cages that people were willingly entering- it seemed like some sort of horseless carriage.

Snap. Naruto took in the syntax, slang and level of respect that echoed constantly around him in the hubbub of the crowd.

Snap. His fingers twitched as he noticed the strange way people seemed to treat the pieces of metal that the 'ANBU' hung on their hips. Even the 'ANBU' themselves seemed to take care when their hands swung too close. Perhaps a weapon of some sort?

Hundreds of these observations and calculations flew through his mind, his infiltration training as an ANBU starting to reaffirm itself.

Slowly, without making jerky movements, Naruto subtly started to change his style of moving. His steps lost that remarkably silent, light tread and began to drag slightly. The way he held his posture drooped a little as he started to slouch. His hands drew themselves out into the light and began to swing as he walked instead of remaining hidden, likely on the handle of some knife.

It was slightly annoying how vulnerably these people held themselves, but Naruto told himself to bear with it. He instead tried his best to remain alert and prepared without breaking the 'normal' mold that he had created for himself.

Naruto sighed and run a hand through his unruly hair. Luckily, it was more manageable than when he was older, where he had grew it out to the point where he usually tied it into a rough ponytail that was slung around his shoulders.

Masquerading as a civilian is hard work. I swear those deep cover guys are so cool. I could never do this for long.

Naruto smiled with nostalgia as he remembered members of his trusted ANBU force, but the expression soon turned sad as he recalled that they were all dead.

So caught up in reminiscing he was, that Naruto didn't realize that someone was rushing at him with desperate speed, a large object clenched in his hand, until it was almost too late.

BOY! came a ferocious roar from inside his head.

Naruto inadvertently flinched, his head snapping to the side.

Juubi?! he responded with shock.

Shit. Forgive me, were the hurried words that the demon spat out.

And with that, Naruto lost control of his body.

He didn't realize what had happened until he tried to keep walking and found that he had stopped in the middle of the street. He tried with mounting panic to regain control of his body, but it was useless.

Naruto opened his mental mouth to demand an explanation, but this notion was forgotten as he realized that his body had taken a strange shape. It looked like a taijutsu stance, but the way the arms and legs were positioned was archaic, somehow.

It didn't look suited to combating the modern shinobi's rapid movements and multitude of dangerous tricks and sleights of hand. But still, it exuded a sense of danger and tightly leashed ferocity that slightly unnerved Naruto, like seeing the unveiling of a long forgotten heirloom blade.

A lethal antique, worn through the ages, but becoming more dangerous because of it.

Then, Naruto's body spun in a sudden burst of violence and lashed out with a flying palm strike.

It was only then that Naruto noticed the man who had been running towards him with such desperate speed.

Key word- had.

Because he was definitely not running anymore. Instead, he was crushed against one of the metal vehicles that was parked stationary against the footpath. Naruto's attack had slammed into him with such force that he was lifted off his feet, regardless of momentum, and thrown bodily through the air.

And even the car he had been forced to use as a landing pad didn't make it through intact. Instead, a sizeable dent was forced through the surface of the metal, a vaguely human-shaped crater that sat stark against the smooth silver paint.

'Naruto' exhaled in a controlled manner.

"Nageru Tengoku Ryuusei: Hoshi Katachi! (Heaven Flowing Meteor: Starburst)" he intoned, the Juubi's distinctive undercurrent of power lacing his words.

However, there was something different yet again, distinct from both Naruto's and the Juubi's voices. The voice had a brassy timbre that possessed both authority and youthful energy- something that both the Juubi and Naruto lacked, but the sound still contained aspects of the two latter ones.

However, Naruto had no time to dwell on the changes to his voice any longer, as his body was already moving, kneeling by the side of the man he had just laid out flat.

'Naruto' looked more closely at the person he had just sent crashing into the surroundings. To his surprise, he did not find any signs of a weapon or any signs of combat training. Of course, he was unconscious, but that didn't mean the Juubi didn't know a couple of ways of extracting information from unwilling prisoners. The shinobi world was brutal enough for that to be a common obstacle for interrogators.

"I hope thou will regret thy actions, fool. I don't know how thou hast already located me, but it matters little. The boy and I shall overcome all obstacles that art placed before us," he said as he approached the unconscious man.

'Naruto' placed his hand on the man's neck, before his arms moved at an almost unbelievable speed as he checked for hidden weapons or suicide pills. It was a standard procedure that had almost been elevated into an artform by the shinobi enforcers. The speed and efficiency that it could be performed almost exceeded some combat manoeuvres. And of course, the Juubi had access to that same painstakingly developed skill, and was capable of using it to its fullest capacity.

Within seconds, the man's belt and wallet was deposited on the ground next to him, alongside a strange metal contraption about the same size as his wallet. But curiously, instead of a weapon as he had expected, the man was instead holding a large handbag that Naruto had thought (judging from his brief observations) were usually possessed by women.

But just as he started to try and analyse the situation, the sound of the crowd suddenly overwhelmed him.

Voices burst around him like the spray of the sea on outcropping rocks.

"Did you see that?"

"The boy's a freak!"

"I blinked! And it was over! What the hell!"

"Oh my god! That was so cool! Whooosh… bang! And then that guy's down flat! Wait 'til I tell Hitoshi!"

'Naruto' looked around in confusion. What were they all so excited about? But abruptly the crowd's incessant babbling diminished into a mere rustling murmur as they parted to allow a single man through.

'Naruto' turned to face this newcomer who seemed to wield such power. His eyes flickered up to assess the threat that the stranger held.

It was one of the strange 'ANBU' that existed in the new world. The way the man held his body was proof enough of that. The physique was in shape, and there were traces of some kind of martial training.

"Dost I present thou with a service to undertake?" asked 'Naruto', with a hint of mocking derision present in his strange, peculiar voice.

The policeman looked strangely at the boy spouting out old-style speech, but decided to let the boy have his little prank. He had more pressing matters to attend to.

"Did you stop this man?" he asked roughly.

"Aye. T'was I," replied 'Naruto', an impudent smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"How did you do it? Do you have some kind of weapon?"

"Ah, thou hast wounded mine pride with thine cruel assumptions. I did not relieth on a crude tool; nay, I merely tapped the foolish cur. T'was his own fault that he undertook such a tumble."

"Guh. Can't you speak normally?"

"Doth mine manner of conversing unnerve thou? Thy discipline is lacking. Now, permit me to asketh a question of mine own? Why wast this… man… travelling with such haste?"

"This scum?"

The policeman spat at the downed man with an expression of distaste.

"He's just a run-of-the-mill petty thief. Just a stupid bag-snatcher. So even though you're pretty suspicious, I must thank you for your help in bringing down this law-breaker," he continued through gritted teeth.

"Nay. The pleasure wast all mine," said 'Naruto', bowing gracefully from the waist.

"But, still, I will need you to come with me to the station. I need to file an official report, and as one of the main witnesses, I'll need your testimony."

Eh? Shit. Heeeey Naruto! This time, the Juubi's voice come from within Naruto's head.

Oh? You're speaking normally again? What?

Switch.

Huh? What? Wait!

But it was too late, and Naruto was abruptly returned control of his body. He was also rudely burdened with the responsibility of dealing with a nosy police officer over events that he himself had little knowledge of.

Fuck you, Juubi. Fuck you.

Hahahahaha! …Sorry?

Asshole.


"So… uh… Naruto-san. Where do you live?"

"…"

Naruto stayed silent as he didn't have the slightest clue what street names were like in this city. He instead occupied himself with scanning the walls of this 'police station' that he had been brought to. Some kind of interrogation cell, it seemed.

"Naruto-san?"

"… I… can't remember," he said haltingly.

Maybe it would be best to feign memory loss. It would be far better than the truth, after all.

The policeman looked at him with a piercing gaze. He tapped on some sort of letter board and looked at the corresponding screen.

"Amnesia? Uh…okay. Do you remember anything about your family?"

"… Nope."

"… Alright. What about school?"

"School? You mean like the Academy? I graduated ages ago," blurted out Naruto before he really thought about the question.

The policeman stopped his tapping to give Naruto another long look.

"How old are you, again?"

"Fifteen."

"Are you one of them geniuses?"

Naruto clenched his fist at the word. It was still a reflexive action, even after he had already proved to the world that one doesn't need to be born with talent to succeed.

"No," he declared vehemently.

"Then you should still be in school."

Naruto opened his mouth. Then he closed it again. He opened it. He closed it.

"Whatever," he finally said.

"Say… why did you stop speaking like some third-rate actor out of some historical drama?"

Naruto winced at the memory and turned his thoughts inward.

Well? he asked the Juubi.

Heh heh… uh… well, when I was tapping into someone's memory in order to use their skill, I sometimes take on their characteristics and stuff… you know. So that's why I was talking like that- it was the appropriate form of speech back then.

Oh, so that was what that taijutsu move was. That guy's memory?

Yeah. It belonged to a man who lived in a time between the Sage of Six Path's discovery of chakra and the establishment of the Hidden Villages. The chakra wars hadn't begun yet, so things were… relatively simple. He dedicated most of his life into perfecting that style of fighting- 'Nagero Tengoku Ryuusei'.

Naruto nodded. Then, realizing the policeman was still expecting an answer in the real world, he just shrugged with a helpless smile on his face.

The policeman gave a long-suffering smile and just shook his head.

"Kids these days," he muttered under his breath, "But anyway. Because you seem to have lost your memory, there's not much we can do. We can set you up with a temporary home, and stuff like food and clothing, and we've also set you up a place at the local school. If you recover your memory, we can always send you back, but for now, this is how it's going to go down. Any questions?"

Naruto had many, but he just shook his head.

"Nah. I'll be fine," he said.

But inside, he was thinking, 'Will I really, though?'.

But an answer came where he had expected none.

No way! But… it's more fun this way, right?

I guess.


Thanks to MisterKuma, because he is cools and he does my works and stuffs. With exam pressure 'n stuff. What a top bloke.