PROLOGUE

As the loud roars of gunshots go rampant outside of the castle, the king sits on his throne thinking. Footsteps are heard and seem to get louder and louder as they approach the king. A man walks into the throne room. “My lord! The NAMA group has us, surrounded us! We can’t leave the castle and we don’t have many soldiers to fight them off!” As the man continues to explain what the situation is, the king thinks to himself. 

“What the hell! What am I doing? I’m too old for this crap!” As he continues to think about how he can stop the NAMA group with just a thought he, for some strange reason, remembers a story his father told him. 

The story was about how his decedent and his friend came from another world. When they arrived they gave the Kingdom of Kai knowledge of firearms.  Back then people only had swords and magic as weapons. Even if they had magic they still couldn’t control it. But with firearms the people who had magical abilities could control their power more efficiently. These days you barely see any soldiers with a sword. It was the age that killed the way of the sword. 

Once the two friends from the other world had given them all of these resources they decided to explore the rest of the world. It was soon after two years after that they left with their comrades when tragedy struck. My ancestor, the first king of Kai was the only one to return. He had told the kingdom that his friend and other comrades had betrayed him. They have found other land but his friend had thought that they should have a country that can build their way up to conquer the world that they had once lived in. The friend had stated that once they got enough weapons, people, and wealth they could conquer the other world. The first king of Kai did not want to go through with something as idiotic like that. 

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They had fought for about 12 days, so that's what the stories say. The battle was never gonna end so they came to an agreement. The two kings would make a {PROMISE} with each other. They would agree that they will start a war on each side of the world. They will send soldiers towards each other and the soilders will try to kill the opposing king. Once both the kings passed away they left behind their spirits for their children’s, children’s. That was 5000 years ago. 

As the king kept thinking to himself about the war he kept hearing a voice. “My king!” The king snaps out of his thoughts and speaks back to the man in front of him. “Y-yes?” the king said with a confused face. The man relayed back. “I said we need to do something about the NAMA group around the castle! We need orders! How shall we strike?!” As the king continued to think to himself he realized something. “I’m too old for this shit! Why am I always the one who is asked to fight when my castle is under attack?!” The moment he says that to himself he finally gets an idea. Not a great idea but an idea. He replies to the man in front of him. “Sir, I need you to go run down to the library!” “Th-the library?! But my king! NAMA is about to break inside any mom-`` ''That’s enough!” The king says as he interrupts the man. The man gasps as he has rarely seen the king angry. “Now you listen to me kid! I have been the king for 80 long years now! And after all of those years I've finally gotten a good idea! Now go run down to the library! Find the oldest book there is and bring it back! If you do that then this war shall end soon!” The man is covered in sweat as he can’t seem to move his legs. Never in his life has he been yelled at like that before. As he tries to get himself together he manages to stand up. With his legs shaking like a Radial Snake, the king yells at him again. “Move it now!!” “Y-yes your majesty!” The man runs away towards the library into the basement. As he runs the king thinks to himself. “If this doesn't work then… that would mean that… no! Don’t think like that!! It has to work, it will work!!"