MANGA: Utahime Five, Chapter 14 (English)


I’ve just finished working on the newest chapter of Utahime Five, Chapter 14. Either click the image above or click here to be redirected to the Image Gallery where you can read it there.

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Yoko Taro’s New Manga Project Announced!


According to the broadcast at the last day of TGS, Yoko Taro is working on a new manga story called “Kimi Shini Tamafu koto Nakare” (君死ニタマフ事ナカレ) aka “Thou Shall Not Die”. It’s tagline at the top calls it a “Massively Insane Dark Tale of War”.

The illustration will be handled by Moriyama Daisuke from previous works such as “Chrono Crusade” and “World Embryo”. The “Zero” chapter will be published in the October 25th issue of Big GanGan. The first chapter will later be released on December 25th.

My initial speculations on the story include androids, possibly with a connection to the Accord model or YoRHa model of androids. This could be the manga version of their story in the distant future.

Novella – The Fire of Prometheus


What’s this? Starting another project before others are finished? Yip. That’s how I work. :P

Anyway, here’s the “The Fire of Prometheus” novella that was published within the World Inside guide that came along with the DOD 10th Anniversary Box. There are 7 segments to this story, so I will continue to update this post when I finish another segment.

Since this is a work in progress, there may be more tweeks and edits in the future. Please stay tuned for future updates!

The Fire of Prometheus
Written by Yoko Taro


A tiny flame
in my mind.

Start confirmation sequence.

Connection to camera failed.

Motor function array……unresponsive.

Memory storage device error.

It seems as though all but my thought processor has been destroyed.

Log confirmation—>
Accessing communications record from the self-repair mechanism.

Continuing diagnostics on structural integrity.

It sounds nice to call this system the “self-repair” mechanism; however, in actuality it’s nothing more than a farm of ant-sized robots carrying out their programming.

By their many, tiny hands, they thankfully (or not…) were able to reboot my systems.

Testing right arm…

Testing left arm…

Testing head…

Testing legs…

Testing body frame…

Testing right arm again……

These low-functioning repair robots crawl all over my body, earnestly seeking out broken parts they can repair. At this rate, it’s impossible to accurately estimate when repairs might be completed.

“Repairing visual function.”

As the ants scurry erratically all over me, I try to give them a command. Contrary to my initial assessment, their movements are entirely pre-programmed to save time as they systematize the restoration process. However, the ants do not listen to my commands. I suppose I have not yet regained the ability to communicate with them.


Well, fine. I’ve got plenty of time.

I’ll attempt to locate my ID designation in my scattered memory banks.

“P-33”.  Apparently that is my model number. Next to that is a curious line of letters that reads, “Beepy”. Is this my identification number? I don’t really know. As the repairs continue, I decide to spend the time gazing upon these mysterious letters.


It was 1,032 hours 12 minutes 34 seconds later when the Input-Output communication with the ants was restored.

Now that my mobility has been restored, the self-repair sequencers can begin making more specific repairs. The first thing that must be repaired is my memory unit.

However, my memory has nearly all but been erased; only a portion of the saved data from the past can be salvaged. With no other options to recover the lost data, preparations to restore the camera are underway.

48 minutes 21 minutes later.

Once my visual cortex was repaired it was like I had been flung into the depths of Hell. I can see a subtle glow of light below me, and I realize that this body of mine somehow sticks to the ceiling.

21 seconds later.

As I observe the movement of the ants crawling on my body and see how calmly they analyze the situation, the thought crosses my mind that perhaps gravity exists on the ceiling. No, that’s not right. My body isn’t just sticking to the ceiling for any reason, but rather the camera’s up-down function is merely reversed. I seem to be lying flat on the ground instead. My gravity sensors must be repaired immediately.

540 hours later.

Arm/Leg connections have been restored. Limbs creaking, I manage to stand.

A wide bunch of cable from a robotic back frame component was discovered as a replacement for the most severely damaged part of my body. Making the decision that it would be faster to lug these spare parts rather than start from scratch by collecting the necessary materials and repairing them, the ants retrieved a spare back frame that must have been stored away in the P-33 Series warehouse.

However, this endeavour failed.

It seems that a security code somewhere in my lost memory unit is necessary for me (and my counterpart ants) to be recognised as part of the P-33 Series. Otherwise, I would be shut out. With no way around it, I ended up wasting 120 hours hacking into the system to access these spare parts.

Oh, for goodness sake.

In this retched condition, I stand and have a look around. Dust whirls up about me. I wonder how much time has passed since I was destroyed. An assortment of debris is scattered about this gigantic room. How long would this “new me” be here?

I look up to the light leaking in from somewhere through the dark space above.

As I gaze at the light, a distant sound alights in my dusty memory.

“Go see the outside world.”

it wasn’t a command. It was merely a string of words. They coursed through my memory, my mind, and my body. It was the principle that guided my will.

I recall it now; it was from “him” that I received these words. But my memory denied my desire to recall who it was. I can’t even remember why only these words remained.

There were no other orders besides this. Under these circumstances, my sole wish is to follow through with these words, to “see the outside world.”

With this singular thought, vigorously stepped my left foot ahead of me.

Let’s get out of here.

His wish has become my own.

Next, I firmly plant my right foot before me.

But my footstep is a little too overzealous. The floor caves in under my weight and I fall through the floor into the abyss below.


32 minutes later.

Flung into the depths of the abyss, I fell some hundred meters and again my body broke into countless pieces.

I laughed. No, actually, I no longer had a sound unit so I didn’t really laugh, but I was filled with the action history logs of the times when I had.

It’s okay. I’m still alive.

I call for the ants to repair my arms and legs.

They attach an arm, some claws, some rollers, an arm, another arm…… Slowly, my form altered and changed, hardly resembling my original design. With all these legs, perhaps I look more like a spider now.

The restoration sequence of a P-33 can only reconstruct a P-33 according to its design schematics. But it would be impossible to escape this abyss with the standard P-33 design. Therefore, I rejected the procedure constructed by my creator to invent a new body unique to myself.

Body modifications complete.

My claws dig into the face of the cliff as I slowly raise myself up.

Reaching the outside world, “his” desired world of beauty, is my only goal.

Of course, at first it didn’t go very well. The brittle wall broke apart easily and I fell to the floor many times. Even if I could make some distance up the wall, chunks of debris from above would come crashing down on top of me, knocking me from the wall again. The old structure of this place is falling apart. Even so, I fire an anchor, repair my body, make a foothold, make a shelter……various methods to continue climbing up the side of the wall. Day after day, little by little, I lifted my body up toward the world waiting for me outside.

Feeling as though my range and speed were insufficient, I obtained a thought processor and memory circuit from a machinery room and fused them into my systems. I need to think of and experiment with various methods. If there were good methods, there must also be bad ones, too. No matter what, I was determined to keep trying.


After 52 days, I finally reach the table where I first awoke. Although there are 4 strange lumps of metal placed in the center of the table that I’ve never seen before. They are nowhere in my memory from before the fall. Therefore, they must have been placed there sometime after I fell.

Suddenly, they seem to change shape and then stand. They’re robots. Specialized P-33 attack models. This has become a relatively troublesome situation.

I thought one of the robot’s eyes had exploded with a great flash only to find that it had fired an intense particle gun, its light pouring over me. For 4, 5, 6 seconds, it pushed back everything around its circumference that its particle beam could reach.

However, I was impervious to its wild attack. Since I had gained a total of 12 legs made of hard material, two of my forelimbs proved to be a perfect shield to protect me from the attack.

This particular attack was one of many expected patterns. I access the specific method by which to handle this situation from my planned memory database. With my increased abilities, I can now process possibilities from multiple angles to any given situation with ease.

With the information obtained from my sensors, I select the best result while considering various possibilities.

Considering if the robot’s energy tank is full, the attack will continue for 24 seconds. I can easily defend against this with my forelimbs.

I can solve this complicated problem instantly with my multiple processing circuits.

The result of this operation resounded like a chorus within me:

“Not a problem.”

“Not a problem.”

“Not a problem.”

“Not a problem.”

“Not a problem.”

Once the storm from the particle gun concludes, three of the P-33s fire missiles behind me.

I fight back with a new spear launcher which I remodelled out of the anchor launcher. It effortlessly slices through all of the iron missiles.

Amidst the bomb blasts, the enemy P-33s land on the flat ground and switch to Battle Mode, their right arms transforming into long blades.

These regular P-33 models have no chance to defeat an evolved P-33 like me. It was an easy fight.

I decided to ponder about these robots with the extra time left over.

Why do they attack?

Why can’t they improve themselves?

Of course, they attack because they are ordered to do so, and they do not evolve because they are ordered not to do so.

But why can’t they act unless they are given a “commanded action”?





It would be easy to hack into their systems and stop their movement. But I didn’t revel in that idea. They would become nothing but tools.

A command is not necessarily one’s own will. Will is achieved when one obtains joy by his own volition.

My forelimbs scream at the power of the Battle Mode robots as I defend their attacks. But I do not give up. I disperse the ants and call out to the robots.


Discover the meaning of existing.

This is what “he” taught me.

Over and over again I called out to them.

“Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. “

Lumps of iron clash within a cave of broken machines.

The cry of all machines.

The sound of their attacks echo like the howling wolf, the sound of them driving shake the walls of this place like the growl of the lion.

Particle gun, grapple, electroshock attack, particle gun……

As I continue striking the P-33s, dodging their attacks become like simple routine work. I continue screaming as though it were a prayer.

34 seconds after commencing battle.

The movement of one of the P-33s has stopped.

Additionally, it gazes at its own blade arm and began to observe the battle field unfolding out before it in wonder.

This is “awareness”. I know that feeling well.

It must be thinking. About the meaning of its own existence. And what it ought do with it.

“Live. Live. Live. Live.”

That was my wish. The will that “he” gave me.

I continued to scream from the bottom of my heart until the movement of the remaining three robots had stopped.


Once the attacks of the P-33s ceased, I decided to ask their opinions. And I respect them for it.


One of the robots ran away into the depths of the Junk Heap. Another committed suicide by jumping through the crevice in the floor (I’m sure the ants will restore him some years from now). The remaining two decided to follow me out of the Junk Heap.

I once again set my sights upon reaching the outside world.

The way onward from here was quite steeper. The journey out of this place often included defeating other robots and fusing with their parts. We kept going for days, months, climbing through the debris in this heap of machines.

Along the way, we gave the gift of “awareness” to other robots that we came across. We keep moving forward, climbing endlessly higher and higher while our bodies and will to reach the outside grow with each passing step.

Meanwhile, the extremely complicated form I used to call myself seems to have degraded. Every single system in this heap begins to copy my thoughts, a river of noise. Perhaps I am no longer “I” but have become the existence of “we”.

Gradually, although at a frightening speed, we keep evolving. Our bodies no longer resemble the humanoid form, but rather, with repetitive motion, we have been optimized to resemble a great sphere with the diameter of about 20m.

The moment of self-recognition was the first time we had ever felt shame since our birth, so much that it conjured a feeling of mass hysteria among us. Perhaps even “he” would not recognize us. But, there was nothing we could do. How are we to know what is the correct form?

Moreover, we don’t even know what form “he” had, what sort of words he spoke, or even what his name was.

I carefully pack away our name “Beepy” into my memory banks as though it were a precious treasure. Not only is it our name, but it is also the proof of the existence of our will.

YoRHa: The Stage

ACT2-Koenji HIGH

YoRHa at Koenji HIGH – January 2014

The official site for YoRHa: The Stage has just updated the information complete cast, including the duel cast members from both Heaven and Earth teams.

Here’s a quick break down of the characters in the story. It appears as though the majority of the characters are named after flowers, as you may or may not notice from the list below.

YoRHa No.2 – Healer
YoRHa No.4 – Executer
YoRHa No.16
YoRHa No.21
Futaba / Sprout
Yotsuba / Clover
Gerbera / Daisy

Shion / Aster
Kalmia / Mountain laurel
Marguerite / Paris daisy
Term Alpha
Term Beta

Aino Eri – YoRHa No.11 – Defender
Yuna – YoRHa No.12 – Sniper


Secret Guest: ???

I translated and edited the photo that was just uploaded to the official site, which you can find here:

Also, it appears as though Sakurai Tamaki has changed roles. She used to be part of the main YoRHa trio with the role of No.13 (Attacker). I have no idea who or even if someone else will take No.13’s place. Perhaps that’s what the Seeds will do…? So then…



The complete cast. (Click to view at full size)


The Script from Aida Runa’s blog.


Cast photo from Sakura Akari’s blog.

Emi Evans to collaborate with Uematsu on the Terra Battle soundtrack


Emi Evans

According to a recent post on Emi Evan’s Facebook page, she will be collaborating with composer Nobuo Uematsu on the soundtrack for the upcoming smartphone RPG developed by MISTWALKER.  Lead by none other than the creator of the Final Fantasy series, Hironobu Sakaguchi, and backed by various collaborating artists and much more, this title may prove to be a must-have for your everyday, busy schedule!

About Terra Battle:
Terra Battle is the Role Playing Game for smartphone, the most recent game of MISTWALKER. More downloads mean more artists. Celebrated artists will join Terra Battle project based on # of downloads.


Alicein Project x DearStage Presents: The Stage “YoRHa”


Thanks to a heads-up by Michael G., I learned that the DearStage idol group “YoRHa” who sang the boss battles in DOD3 will be performing a musical for five days early next month, each with an afternoon and evening show.

YoRHa will be joined a cast of members from various idol groups such as Nittelegenic, LinQ, ALICEINALICE, Hime-carat, Shingidan Mumei Classics, TAKENOKO, Vampire KISS, Märchen Magic, Stereo Tokyo, Spicy Sisters, MarvelYell, BWH, and Mousou Calibration. I believe the majority of these groups are also affiliated with DearStage in Akihabara, which may also be affiliated with MONACA, the wonderful team of musicians and composers who gave us the soundtrack from DOD3 and Nier.

I just learned about this event this afternoon, so there is still very little information about what it actually is besides the tweet by Yoko Taro:

He says that the premise and backstory he had about two years ago for an idol group will make its debut on the stage; however, it is unclear whether this will be merely a play or a musical. Given the fact that so many members of the cast are from DearStage, I am pretty confident it will be a musical in the very sense of the term: a play + music/songs.

This production will be held at Kassai Theater in Ikebukuro, which holds 110 seats and and looks like this:


Tickets went on sale today, September 5th, at noon. What’s interesting about this production is that it will rotate two completely separate casts every other day. One set of cast members are grouped under the title “EARTH” whereas the other is called “HEAVEN”. Together this creates a very common phrase or term in Japanese: Tenchi.  I’m sure you’ve heard of the anime “Tenchi Muyo”, right? It basically means “Heaven and Earth”.

I will further edit this post to include the complete names of the cast later, but it appears that only 2 of the original 3 YoRHa members will attend this event. No11 (Aino Eri) and No12 (Yuna) will perform without No13 (Sakurai Tamaki).

But by the time I learned of this venue, it was already well after noon–maybe close to 1:30pm, and by that time, all of the first row seats (dubbed “S Seats”) were sold out. Each row only consists of 10 seats, which means, there are only 11 rows total in this theater. All other seats are called “A Seats”, where your seat is determined by a “first come, first served” basis.

The company handling the ticket sales were through Confetti, which allowed people to reserve up to 4 tickets at a time. Since I am a lonely nobody, I managed to purchase one ticket on Friday night for the EARTH cast and another on Saturday night for the HEAVEN cast. I will go directly to the venue after work on Friday and hope the crowd isn’t too bad by the time I get there.

**All shows have now been sold out except for a few for the afternoon show on Friday.**

I cannot express more how excited I am to be able to attend this venue. I have been rather sad that YoRHa hasn’t had a performance since 2013—— STRIKE THAT! Apparently, they had an event performing the “Second Act” this past January at Koenji HIGH that I knew nothing about! I soooo would have been there! Who is the publicist for this group!? Seriously!! Get it together, whoever you are!!

Anyway, perhaps this is a two act musical after all! They performed ACT 1 at DearStage in Akihabara back in May of 2012 and then ACT 2 this past January. I’m starting to think that Yoko Taro first wrote a scenario/play script for this project. As an English Major in Creative Writing, I will always be intrigued by masters of the art such as he. <3


Links included in this post and more!

New RPG by Sakaguchi and Mistwalker – For Mobile

terra01terra03There will be a new RPG title by the Final Fantasy creator Sakaguchi Hironobu and his company Mistwalker. Pre-registration for the Download Starter opened on August 28th.

This game will feature an interesting setup for downloadable content, which is determined by how many times the free game has been downloaded. Here’s the flow (there may be come discrepancies in the information between the Official Website and the Official Trailer):

terra02100,000 Downloads:

  • Nobuo Uematsu will provide one song.


  • Minaba Hideo will provide a new character illustration.


  • Manga illustrator Suzuki Nakaba will join the battle.


  • Yoneda Hitoshi will provide new artwork.


  • Kusunoki Manabu and Oshima Naoto will join the battle.


  • Fujisaka Kimihiko will provide a new character design.


  • Oshima Naoto will join the battle.


  • The official Terra Battle strategy guide book will be published.


  • Select music tracks from the game will be available for free download for a limited time.


  • There will be a Terra Battle musical concert hosted by Uematsu Nobuo and more (the members of Earthbound Papas?!?).
  • Illustrations from battle scenes will become available.
  • Online battles between players will be available.


  • The Moustache Boss will make an appearance.


  • Uematsu Nobuo will compose a second original theme.


  • The official Terra Battle art book will be released.


  • A figurine of a mysterious being from the game will given away in a lottery.


  • Amano Yoshitaka will join the battle.
  • Matsuno Yasumi will join the battle with a new story scenario including new characters and settings.


  • A console version of Terra Battle will become available.

Check out the Official Trailer below!

Terra Battle Official Website (Japanese)
Terra Battle Official Website (English)
Article by Siliconera

Notes on the DOD3 “Story Side” Novel

I started writing up notes on this and put them in a simple blank page… but I think it will be easier for me to edit and add to the notes if it’s a normal page in the blog. So, here we are!

Please be warned of possible spoilers and foul language. Also please note that I use the original names of some characters over the English rendition.



DOD3 “Story Side” novel takes place in the year 1017, exactly 17 years after the events of DOD3, from the perspective of Brother One as he’s retelling the events to an unknown audience.

ONE: The Little Sisters’ Chapter
Part 1

Zero thinks that Mikhail smells like baby vomit. Not all dragons, just Mikhail…or so she says.

Zero tried to commit suicide by stabbing herself in the heart. She tried to dig the flower out of her with her sword as if it were a newly planted seedling.

She recounts how her sense of touch and of pain changed from that point onward. The flower sprouted out of the gash in her chest when she stabbed herself. She lost all feeling in her limbs for a moment during this…as she was overcome by violent screaming (imagine Five’s end) and the huge flower coming out of her chest. It began spewing blood, and from that blood came the other Utautai. They appeared to be either 3 or 4 years old.

Zero mentions how the faces of the children seemed so familiar to her, but she couldn’t recall from where. (This is probably a direct reference to the women who were killed while Zero was in captivity during the rebellion. I think we can now firmly confirm this connection and how the Flower probably used—maybe even *ate*—the memory of these women to use as models for the Utautai girls.  Two was the first to call Zero “sister, before she was even able to articulate words properly.

Zero contemplated on why the girls called her “sister” since she felt “mother” or “father” was more accurate.  She thought it was “slightly misleading” to call them all sisters. Zero thought that she needed to dispense of the girls while they were still young and weak, and as she moved in on Two, One intervened, stepping between the two and screaming, “NO! You traitor!!” That’s when the girls escape. Zero could hardly even move a single finger to stop them. She literally could not move. She understood that it was through her own error that allowed the Flower to multiply through the birth of the Utautai girls…and it is her responsibility to correct that mistake.

It apparently took the girls less than 3 months to grow to adult size. This part makes no reference to specific events in Utahime Five, but it mentions Zero’s eventual reunion with the girls in the Cathedral City a year later.  This is accurate with the timeline listed in the World Inside book and allows time for One to create Brother One, as well.

Zero saw how the girls, born from the flower of destruction, began to use their powers to “save the world” as some sort of sick irony. She didn’t care if they might actually be able to bring peace to the world; the fact still remained that Zero caused them to be born from her mistake, and she had to pluck them out of existence. It had nothing to do with “good” or “evil”.  And that’s why the younger Utautai hated and called her traitor.

Part 2

Zero remembers where she’s seen Five’s face before… It was when she was running around stealing and killing for food. She broke into an Abbey to steal food and kill all of the nuns. It was one of these nuns that shared Five’s face.

Five’s Face: A nun whom Zero killed.

It was indeed the power of the Flower that took Zero’s memories of women she had met throughout her life and created the body and personalities of the Utautai girls. There’s no mistaking this language here. However, each one of the Utautai girls resemble a part of Zero herself. More on that and some additional speculation below:

Not only did the Flower use these other girls as a base, but it mostly used fragments of *herself* to create them… almost like those are the bits and pieces of herself that she somehow lost when they were created. It doesn’t really say that she “lost” any of herself per say, but it would be an interesting view… so say that Zero is actually trying to find herself by killing them and reclaiming–and accepting–that dark and neglected part of herself… in order to move on. UnnUnn. It may just be my brain going crazy with ideas, though.

Four reminds Zero of herself as a young girl who was thrown into the brothel and how she tried to hold on to the smallest bits of pride (self-importance) she still had left.

She says that Two and Three are too freaking “out there” that she can’t bring herself to find any similarities with them… but she admits that there is a fragment of their madness within herself. Zero thinks that Two is what she could have been like had her life been different… she could have learned to love the world and be carefree…and find true love herself.

One totally puzzles her, though. She doesn’t understand where her strong sense of justice, her seriousness, and intelligence… The Flower might have “thought” it would be a good defence mechanism, “thinking” that Zero wouldn’t have the guts to face herself and kill them to get rid of it….and herself.

That dying girl with her eyes gouged from torture that Zero knew is the basis for One. Same voice and hair, but she could never be sure of the color of her eyes due to the torture she had endured.

Five can talk directly into Zero’s head…? Like telepathy? That was never in the game. Maybe it was too hard to demonstrate. During the battle with Five, Zero hears her taunts inside her mind. So even if she didn’t want to hear it, there’s no way to shut out the words in her mind.

It seems like when Five and Dito summon the Angel… Five sort of “becomes” the angel?? After Mikhail defeats it, Five suddenly appears in the same spot where Phanuel was…

That one line that was censored from the original cutscene with Dito kicking Five was printed in the book. I couldn’t really hear what he said well from the video…but now it’s pretty clear. Here’s my translation (the one line is quite graphic but I think is pretty telling of her character):

“You worked me hard up until now, you hag! You say and do what you please because I’m an Apostle. “I love you”?! You play and toy with people to your heart’s content. I wonder which mouth you say that with! You disgust me!”

Part 3

This is a short segment of Five’s consciousness/soul crying out after her “death”, saying “I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!” over and over again. She prays to continue living, even if she loses her voice and loses sight of who or what she is… even within the pitch black abyss or buried beneath the cold earth… She wants to live, just to live. Because she has yet to be content, she wants more. Much, much more. She decides that she will not die, she refuses for her life to end because there are so many more things that she wants. Desire and obsession began to give her Strength, Strength from the Flower enough to be reborn anew.

She then wonders where Zero might be. She mentions how much she wants to meet her again…so Zero might finally become hers. Zero, her dragon, anything and everything…

TWO: The Dragon’s Chapter
Part 1

This portion of the chapter details Four and her un-relationship with Decad. First of all she talks about having a recurring nightmare of falling from the sky night after night, always screaming awake in the middle of the night in a cold-sweat. If she would change her sweat-soaked night clothes, she would only have the same nightmare again and awaken in another cold-sweat, repeating this cycle over and over again. At first she didn’t have the dream all that often, but suddenly the number seemed to increase so much that she actually spent more time being troubled by nightmares than actually sleeping.

She doesn’t understand why this is happening to her. She’s never done anything wrong to deserve it, she’s always done the right thing. As the bitterness grew within her, she would unconsciously bite her nails. It’s been half a year–maybe closer to a full year–that she’s suffered from these nightmares and she believes that it’s because her sisters seek to kill each other. That’s why Four wanted to stop fighting. She told this to Zero and One but they wouldn’t listen to her.

That’s when there’s a knock at her door. “Lady Four, have you had another dream?” It was Decad. Every night he would wait outside Four’s door to protect her. He would always hesitate to call out to her or not…and it’s this apparent weakness that Four hates. She understands that it’s the duty of the Apostles to protect their respective Utahime, but to camp out in front of her bedroom door, without sleeping all night, is stupid. So if he’s awake all night, why doesn’t he call out to her the moment she screams from a nightmare? Like he could sleep next to her or something…so he could be there to comfort her when she wakes. She doesn’t think it makes any difference whether he’s outside or inside her room if he’s going to stay awake the whole time. She doesn’t understand why he’s so oblivious.

Out of her own frustration, she throws a water pitcher to the floor, the sound of it shattering echoes through the small room. Hearing the crash, Decad asks what happened, which only causes Four to become more irritated as she tells him to shut up. That good-for-nothing pervert! she screams in her head. He might have a large body but his brain isn’t any bigger than the tip of one’s pinky finger. What good has he ever done her?

He again calls out to her, possibly seeking to ask permission to enter her room, but Four only gets more and more angry.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!”

She springs out of bed and dashes over to the door, opening it abruptly with such force that somehow Decad hits his forehead on the hard wood of the door. It must have hurt, but he shows no reaction. Four scowls at him for this, his masochistic love of pain.

“You good-for-nothing!” Four yells as she kicks him in the groin. He groans like a squashed bullfrog and falls to his knees. “Lick the floor, you fucking impotent asshole!” She steps on his head, pinning him to the floor, and then kicks him in the ass over and over again. Although she couldn’t see his face, she knew he was enjoying every moment of her abuse.

“Just die already! Drop dead! Die!”

As she continued kicking him she began to feel doubt. What if it was Decad’s intention to let her express her anger? What if he was pretending to be obedient all the while intending to rub her the wrong way to make her irritated? He would get her tired and make her lose her calm…and then what?

That’s when she remembers that Decad had been a secret agent. She couldn’t imagine them winning over an Apostle to their side, so she dismissed the idea and let her guard down. She had discovered the “enemy” just before the nightmares began. The cooks had poisoned the food and were all executed for it. But the reason the poison was never found was because the evidence was probably disposed of beforehand. It was Decad who had objected before, saying that it was just our imagination and that we should reexamine everything again. Maybe he was doing that to protect the real culprits. The lower level female workers must have been conspiring and plotting something, hiding their real intentions. The soldiers, too, must have been planning a rebellion. She had no intention to forgive a secret agent of the “enemy” regardless of her opinion of him.

When Four seemed to stop kicking Decad he looked up at her with a questioning look. Normally she would kick him over and over, growing all the more irritated and strengthening the blows until she grew tired. But this time was different.

“Get out,” she said. When Decad only answered her with wide-open eyes, she continued. “Didn’t you hear me? I said get out of here. From this country! Don’t ever show yourself in front of me again! I will not be deceived any longer. We execute more and more people, but these secret agents continue to find their way in.”

“Lady Four, that’s–“

“I didn’t kill you because I wanted you to send a message to the “enemies” to leave this country. Alright? You must tell them.”

“You’re mistaken. I would never–“

“I said I will not be deceived!”

Still on his knees, Decad reached out and held Four around her own. “Please, can you find it in your heart to forgive me? If I am not near you, there will be no one left to protect you! Besides, you cannot summon the Angel without my help. You would put yourself in danger if–“

“Shut up!” Four said, setting off on a rage of slaps and punches to Decad’s face and ending by kicking him down the stairs.

What an irritating man! No one left to protect me? I can’t summon the Angel on my own? What nonsense! When did I ever say I wanted to be saved by you?

“I want you to leave this country within the day. If I ever see you again after today, I will kill you. Do you understand me?”

Finally, with the expulsion of Decad, all of the secret agents would have been dealt with. Not a single one of them would remain. No one would remain in the fortress.

I wonder if I should go hide, someplace where the “enemy” cannot find me? It would be simple to hide if it were just me. I could fool the eyes of the “enemy”.

The “enemy”? Who was the “enemy”? No, the “enemy” is the “enemy”. That’s right. The “enemy”. Everyone is the “enemy”. That’s why they all must die. Everyone. Anyone. They all must die…..

More updates soon!