Rondell comes out, clapping his hands and as I stab my Regalia into the ground, my eyes glare at the misogynistic elitist.

“You’re mine to kill, Rondell Grimshaw, I should’ve disemboweled you when we were still kids.” I said, striking his kidney with a hard punch, before sending him into ‘Old vile Grimmy’ an outdoor restaurant’s metal tables and wooden chairs. Rondell groaned while getting up clutching the head wound, I kicked his face sending him backwards again.

“Well if you do kill me, then let me tell you something Vidar. Your father made a will when he died all those years ago, Strife is betrothed to me but also my little degenerate brother. Him and I will rape her, so she doesn’t know nor care about the Tacticun lowlifes, she does have a nice pair of tits.” Rondell scoffs, my Aura Pressure is rising up threatening to bring the whole cave down so with one hard kick to his balls. I ran to my former house and banged on the door frantically but she didn’t come so with a swift kick, I knock it off the hinges and check every rooms. Nothing then the support beams collapses onto me but explodes from reaching my hair.

I go back to the entrance of Old vile Grimmy and out appears Julius, goon of Rondell with him also being the most idiotic bastard. I pick up my Regalia and we look at each other, the blade touching the stone covered ground. Julius is a fat bald man but the perversion beats the brothel watchers.

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that.” I said. Until all of the goons show up and with one quick slice, four people’s heads fall off then carved a guy’s head like fucking tomato slices. My arm almost got cut in two from the palm to the middle part of my forearm, just hanging from skin and muscle tissue so I take the intestine off then wrapped it around like a bandage to hold it in place. We heard clapping from the balcony of the restaurant and I threw my Regalia at Rondell but was deflected by Reinhard?

“So, this is where you have been. Can’t say that I’m surprised as the family of Tacticun was watched over by someone, not me but something else like a sinister creature.” Reinhard says frowning, I grab and break a spear over my leg before throwing it at some kegs of explosive barrels. Then jabbed the broken end part into his heart but Reinhard melted into a quicksilver liquid.

“Ah… shit.” I said in a low tone when it explodes and with a quick step, jump into the saloon as the dust clears and I push debris outta my way. Rondell is nowhere in sight so with one mighty yelling.

“Goddammit!” up into the air, taking my Regalia and walking towards the headquarters, I kick the door in and see Reinhard as they look at my arm with the intestine still there. I sheathe Purgans Lunam before storming up to Grimm.

“You fucking backstabber, Reinhard! How in the hell are you here when I saw you at my original home town!” I shout, as multiple people try to restrain me, Reinhard gives off a confused look and flicks my forehead as Gernibel smirks at my unusual predicament. Dondi gives me the haori back and I go back to the bedroom. I groan loudly and put my standard haori on, with some thinking on where Strife could be but to no avail.

So I’m going to let him have their wedding so I can crash it and slaughter the entire family of the Grimshaw because I know how Rondell works. He has to break people by showing relatives dying in front of them and when we were younger. Rondell said that it was flavorless for harassing people and them feeling pleasure before they truly broke, I fucking regretted my decision to not throw his ass into flesh burning acid but it’s done so whatever. I sat there seething with guilt that I couldn’t find my stepmom and disdain to Reinhard Grimm on how he is playing on both sides. Before I knew it, my eyes closed and fell into a dream, I was in an ornate architectural palace and looking at the garbs.

White pants and a white robe like cloak over my gakuran jacket, a long brown double breasted cloak, tan large weights draped over my shoulders, black wrist cuff bracelets on both hands, white gloves, and teal floral bandana on the left side of my neck with a sash tied to my waist.

“Good morning member of the r-“ it cuts off as I groggily wake up. Purgans Lunam was laying on the desk with the crude scabbard and I take some bandages to wrap it around my wounded hand when Charlene took the previous tourniquet away while grimacing. Can’t say I blame her so I finished with the wrapping and move my hand to check on how painful it is without adrenaline going throughout my body. I took a candle and threw it towards and out my open window, Jack lets out an audible sigh before tossing a package tied to a brick into my room.

“Thanks Jack!” I shout gaily while he starts going on a rant about breaking some orphanage’s windows and I go to Sandy by asking him about this dream. He says that since there is a first division, there always has to be a zero squad while saying one members can beat all Sternritters in battle.

“You might have the potential but remember that the future is extremely fickle, so it might happen or not.” Sandy says. I nod before Mico Motus away to grab my Regalia. I go to the east side of Malvena where prostitution of all ages reign here while that includes murder before or after the ‘special’ lovemaking. I go there to meet an old frenemy by the name of Lionel Jento, a very amoral bounty hunter where our ideologies and personalities clash together.

I believe that no matter what, I will take an explosion where it destroys my entire body to gain the advantage to beat the enemy, and save my friends although i’m far from a hero. Whereas Lionel will use people as meat shields and manipulate them to kill rivals on his behalf.

“Vidar, i’m trying to search for a person by the name of Otto Shield, he corrupted seven of my best loyal men to where they were still alive but decomposing at an alarming rate. Appearance is a pot belly, bald head, pale green skin, lashing tongue that writhes on his back, gaping maw that spews eldritch words, rusted right side pauldron with broken gauntlet, and a tattered green cultist robe. Weapon is some war scythe with rot covered and cracked blade, that is how he corrupts people.” he says, with a guttural voice while I smirk smugly at Lionel, as that bounty paper was thrown into the fire pit.

“You’re mad because they lost their usefulness. But I will help you anyways.” I said, scratching my head while the bounty hunter glares at me. Lionel rubs his wounded shoulder and slumps in the destroyed chair. I walk out while my civilian jacket got all wet from rain and came across a robe hooded figure, we both draw our weapons after some conversation back and forth, found out the asshole’s name is Vangron.

I hack his robes before delivering a brutal slash to the stomach and receiving one good old jagged serrated blow to the shoulder. We jump back with Vangron clutching his stomach while I ignore my shoulder’s agonizing pain, he charges slicing the hem of my jacket and that just pissed me off. Purgans appears with the ragged robe-like cloak spread out like tattered wings over the walls before looking at the both of us and speaks.

“Yell semi Vollversion and you will be partially in the form but watch out for the second being wanting to take over. Let’s just say that he is corrupted.” I nod before putting pointing my blade forward with black, red, and white energy swirling around me.

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“Semi Vollversion!” I shout, exploding in a massive pillar of red color and black outline flames with white blending into it, my hussar jacket’s left side is longer and in ragged ends. Purgans Lunam is constantly shifting into small then reverting back to big, and I hear murmuring slowly getting louder. Vangron collapses before trying getting back up.

“Honestly, you should just die and save me the hassle not to kill you. So I’m going to use my Aura Pressure, now.” I said, with indifference in my voice. Keep walking forward while he backs up coughing up extremes amounts of blood, I laugh manically up towards the sky. Stop dammit, what in fuck is happening… oh yeah. I thought to myself and half of a mask appears on my face. Purgans is lifted up in the sky but chains looped around my body.

I saw everyone here. Angus, Arrancar, Min Fang, someone new wearing a saberist jerkin, and Mulysses share a look ranging from shock to dissatisfaction. In fact, I would be surprised if he was a division leader.

“Let me have at him! Vangron, I’ll kill you while the painful screams will sate my psychotic sadism!” I yell in a distorted voice leaning forward and towering over him, he looks me dead in the eyes, quivering too, I tilt my head with a blank expression. Angus holds onto the chains after I rip the mask off, I crane my head showing soft normalcy in my eyes and then they breathe out some relief.

“What are you wearing Vidar?” asks Mulysses to which I fall on my knees with one thud.

“I have no fucking idea.” I said, debilitated before falling asleep, the same dream appeared but what? Until my vision came back full force to reveal more things like a circular court, a kid being sentenced, and I notice more people in armor having their swords drawn while standing in a perfect line. I raise my arms like I’m shrugging and looking at them in a comical way.

“Now, now, surely you won’t fight a member of the-“ it cuts off again. Goddammit! It feels like a lighting powered kick to the balls, I feel rattling beneath me and sit up so quickly, my wound opens up. Streams of thoughts blur across my mind but stops on Vangron, I hope he died because something is bothering me and that is when the conversation about Otto Shield ended. So there is stuff going on between Otto and Lionel besides bounty hunting, Charlene pushes me down with a dark glare before scoffing at the smirk on my face.

“You need to lay and rest but that’s like telling a dog to get off the meat carriage. Damn your impulsive stubbornness.” she says, and I roll over onto my side. A person somewhere around my age, gray hair with black highlights, nightmare giving eyes, high collar white overcoat, and under is a tailcoats jacket with the tails ending below the knees and at his sides.

“Hi, my name is Jenaharo Valmada, Regalia ability known as Absoluter Narrenspiegel!” he said with a smile and it was absolutely terrifying, like some eerie valley. I look around and we are outside of Malvena, somewhere in the countryside. A castle built in the fucking mountain, two dehydrated guards appear weakly carrying halberds and I gave them my water tankard.

“What are we doing here, guys. Are we playing housesitter?” I groan at the sun wishing it to be covered by clouds.

“Welcome to the Roniam Castle, I am lady Gorlorne, matriarch of this majestic palace and the noble family known as the Gorlorne.” she says, as Jenaharo and I lean out of our wagon, we look at her. Dressed in an elegant somewhat elaborate dress, plain blue eyes, and her hair in brunette braids. We arrived at the palace’s door and were told to give the servants our Regalias, mine had trouble trying to even lift it so it took two of the strongest ones. Charlene looked at the interior architecture before opening her mouth then closed it.

“What is the style of your home?” I ask and the matriarch goes on a rant about Ottonian as Charlene elbows me so I playfully smack her across the head.

“We’re even.” I said then we both quietly laugh while a kid shouts for their servant to bring the toy, yup entitled.

“The reason why we are here is to make you materialize your Inner entities, they will teach different techniques. Jenaharo, yours is the strongest illusion type, like all powerful in that ability. Vidar, to be absolutely honest, I have no fucking idea.” Sandy says, and we nod, Lady Gorlorne ears perked up when Jenaharo’s ability was mentioned, the kid from before runs up with a distressed maid following. We go outside to the courtyard where familial statues made in marble surround the center, Jenaharo goes up and says his Regalia name.

“Absoluter Narrenspiegel!” purple mist that shapes into a dragon roars before dispersing. A person with light faded pink hair ending at the heels while covering the shoulders and going down to the rib cages, a mask with purple spiral flames around the eyes and also makes the hair jut out, a red line that is in the shape of the mouth with two jagged curved teeth. Sleeveless long haori with two dragons, one is in flames while the other in lightning surrounding a poppy flower on the back, and under it is a asymmetrical zip up robe-like jacket and with wide sleeves.

“What’s up, Just call me Narrenspiegel or Narren! And wow, this place is normal, ooh I am so excited! Your hair is weird like a dark green highlights over brown hair, are you going through a phase?” Narrenspiegel says directly at me and I look away while shaking my head.

“Nope, it’s natural. I hate my fucking Tacticun genetics.” I said, before they sat in criss crossed position on my head and lady Gorlorne can’t stop shaking her hands.

“Your hair is fine, even though you look like a grass crackyhead!” Narren said, rocking their body back and forth, Jenaharo smirks at my head at this clusterfuck while I arch my back, trying to get the crow person off but failing miserably.

“Geratulm, what do you think?” his mother said. He didn’t say nothing, not really paying attention so she slaps him across the face.

“I don’t fucking care, Jessica!” Geratulm yells going to punch the maid so me and Charlene subconsciously materialize our swords, having the blades right next to his face shocking everyone how we did that.

“Hey Geratulm,” Jenaharo says, getting the aforementioned person's attention, “Break, Absoluter Narrenspiegel.”

Holding a sword probably from his inner world energies. It pointed downwards and he screamed while shouting someone’s name called Floreni, Charlene shrugs her arms when I look at her so we back away and Sandy tries to fall asleep. I push him in the wheelchair inside. Jessica Gorlorne kicks Geratulm’s stomach before walking off and we go to the room reserved for the Travelers, it was a giant one with five beds, and a wooden long table in the middle. I sat next to the table while Jenaharo put Sandy in his bed.

“Isn’t it weird that we were able to manifest our Regalias.” I sigh, leaning on my hand, Charlene looks at an art portrait of the current “Matriarch” and scoffs at it, Jenaharo looks at the bookcase. He finds a book about Gorlorne’s family history and sits down across from me,

“Yeah. I wonder how you guys did that.” he says, opening the book. “Holy shit! This talks about their atrocities on page 781 to 816. Why is it so long?”

Charlene and I look over his shoulder revealing a giant list of war crimes and who committed them. I point to one of the deeds that said experiment Z where it details people trying to be made into something, I pick up an apple and wipe it on my tattered jacket that my father gave me. Jenaharo looks at a picture with a guy disemboweled and face cut open like spread eagle method revealing his brain while I still eat the apple, totally not phased since on how fucked my hometown is. A maid walks in and I throw the book out the window.

“We were looking at scantily clad women!” I shout kicking a table over, Charlene takes my apple and crushes it before the maid hands us our Regalias.

“Who wants to start a revolt?” the maid said and I raised my fist, always ready to train my body with Semi Vollversion. We sat down poring over the details of the Roniam castle, and decided dinner is where everything starts, so I went into my Inner World to talk about a technique to use. Purgans is there where I can see him in full detail is a teenage version and slimmer build of someone important, black with light brown highlight long hair that almost reaches his shoulders, blue eyes, attire is a amorphous robe-like burgundy version of my soon to be Vollversion overcoat with a hood. It also flares out into ragged edges, and tattered cuffs.

“You want a technique to use? Alright, here is one,” he says, dragging the sword across the ground and slashing to upturn it and a crescent beam flies from its blade. “You gotta concentrate on the Inner world’s energies so your Regalia can absorb it, then that will be condensed into a crescent wave of destructive power. Knowing the technique’s name is important because it will be magnified like a Traveler saying their sword’s true name. And also you won’t get the hood or the tattered cuffs nor burgundy color, you just gotta wait until you Vidar, can kick my ass and achieve mummjarus Vollversion. You can use it to do many different things and infuse Vithar Heuco energies.”

I nod but what the hell was that word called Mummjarus?