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Strength impressed me, heart inspired me.

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If I didn't know better...

If you didn't know better... what, sir?

I'd say you were talking about my girl.

He chuckled faintly.

No, sir. I can assure you that I am not.

Then who?

A young person I know. I suppose a group, really, but... one in particular.

I might know them.

They are called the Samurai Troopers. Five of them. They are under my protection.

Sounds militant. Who are you?

They are the human world's only defense against Arago, the emperor of the Netherworld, and his soldiers.

My name is Shuten.

I do not like the odds, Shuten.

Murphy, Detroit Police.

Nor do I. Five young men standing against a being that has ruled the Netherworld a thousand years and more, at least five hundred, possibly another thousand, and three generals that have served him for just over a thousand years.

And yet... Something about them inspires hope. Perhaps because they have freed one of Arago's generals from his bonds already.

Bonds?

Mostly mental. After a thousand years of serving the same master, it is difficult to step away. But they and another very brave man removed one of the Dark Warlords from his position.

Of course, the penalty for betraying Arago is death.

Of course.

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