0.51: Epilogue.

*Nine years later*

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"And GO!"

SMASH!!

Seto and Major 1 were playing bowling downstairs with glass bottles he drew out. "Aww, man, that is another missed shot!"

"You suck at bowling…"

"Come on, major 1, cut me some slack… I'm not physically gifted like half of you guys."

"But you have been here for nine years and already tied my tally of kills?"

"Okay, maybe I'm not as strong as you guys. But so long as I get to paint, I won't fall back, no worries!"

Seto called the bowling ball back as it sliced back into the paint.

"So, you never explained how you can stand near me."

"What do you mean?"

"The day you came to the base, even your mom and sister felt my spiritas and backed off. Yet you shook my hand as if nothing happened."

"Well, the boss said you can only earn the title of major two if I can be around you…also, I don't have any physical spiritas, so I don't get affected by your curse."

Major 1 smiled. "Ichiro"

"Sorry?"

"You're the only one who knows my name; you can call me Ichiro."

"I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR NINE YEARS, AND YOU ONLY TELL ME THIS NOW?!?!"

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The Anti-Ronins all gathered in their meeting room as Malcolm and Lanna entered.

"Well, if it isn't our three and four-star. Hope your mission went well." Azahii said.

"I was hoping you would address us with more respect," Lanna demanded.

"Lieutenants or not, even after nine years to me, you two are still the crystal princess and the president's lap dog."

"WHAT DID YOU-"

Malcolm separated them. "It doesn't matter; it's good to be back in the base. Where is the general?"

"Got a call from the president, well, the new one. This apprehension might be interesting; it seems your brother will participate too."

He paused for a while, then walked to his seat. "Doesn't matter; I'm sure he'll learn to stay out of my business once and for all."

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Gaiyato was washing his face as he stared into his reflection. "Oh, my soul…what made me join this corrupted system?"

KNOCK!! KNOCK!!

"GAIYATO! DON'T FINISH ALL THE HOT WATER!!" Miku exclaimed.

"Right..my wife."

He wore his coat and turned on his limiter. "I wonder why I always think of this white-haired kid...who was he?" He asked himself as he sighed. "Whatever! Time to go and get you, Tedashii."

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Sayori sat in the surveillance room while sorting out the chairs and desks.

"Sayori?" Motoroshi approached her.

"Oh, yes. You must be Rosh-"

"IT'S MOTOROSHI!! DON'T LISTEN TO ANYTHING FELICIA SAYS!"

"S-sorry!"

He scratched his head. "There was something I've been meaning to ask you. During the apprehension, you got struck by Skiros and died. But when I found you, you were unharmed. How is that possible?"

Sayori smiled and laughed sarcastically. "Well, there's a reason neither of us can die. Long ago, they confirmed to us what Seto's prowess was. And that same day, Seto drew a cute little drawing of us; sadly, he was bad at drawing back then, and well,"

She handed him the small drawing on her necklace and pointed to the date. Motoroshi stared with shock, then looked back at her.

"Yup, he said we will live until the thirty-second of January…9999."

"…But, that's not a real date…"

Sayori just smiled and gazed at it. "Well, he already drew it…so that's our future."