Sora: She'll be fine. Benson: Was that phantom strike? Sora: Yep. Benson: Angry kids, she's not injured. Valdis: How teacher-teacher? Justin: No shot. Benson: Phantom strike is a spell that can't injure a person; it can only cause temporary pain that fades quick. Justin: What about choke slam, my guy? Benson: That's just a Tuesday for those two freaks. De'Niro: She got thrown a country mile!? Sora & Benson: She's fine. Brok: Pisspot, before anything happens. I fixed up Valencia's sword. It's basically brand new. But I need some material from your...what its face. What the fuck do you call it!?

Galawnee: Brok, we have a more pressing issue. Brok: Oh, yeah. Sora: What's the issue? Galawnee: There's no fucking booze! Brok: This place is dryer than a nun's... Sora: Don't even finish it. I get the picture. What about my domain's bar? Galawnee: That's dryer than home girls' sex life. I looked over what Galawnee pointed at, and it was Peyton. Valdis and I started to laugh heartily. Peyton walks up to Galawnee with confusion. Galawnee: Welcome to Burger Queen. How may I help you? Peyton: You don't know anything about me! Galawnee: Mam, this is Burger Queen. Would you like to order something to-go? Galawnee hits a perfect southern belle accent, and bent down to stare down at Peyton a bit for a moment since Peyton is 5'0 while Galawnee is 5'10.

Peyton looks back at me, fury in her eyes. Galawnee starts checking her black painted nails. Peyton: Sora, make your familiar cooperate. Brok, Galawnee, and I just started cracking up. Brok: Oh, that's a good one! Galawnee: It's hilarious and kinda cute. Peyton: Sora! Sora: Listen, Galawnee doesn't have to listen to me or anyone if she doesn't want to. De'Niro: Wait, I thought she was your familiar? Don't familiars have to obey anything that their master tells them? Sora: I have five familiars that don't have to listen to a word I say. They can watch me die, and there wouldn't be a problem. Deshon: Why nigga? Peyton: Why did you give them that much power!? Sora: For me, I want to earn their respect, trust, love, and loyalty. For that to be true. They need free will. A relationship in which both sides are equal.

Galawnee: At least one thing didn't change about you. So, little missy? What you want? Peyton turns around and puts her foot down to Galawnee. Peyton: You heard me! Galawnee: Little girl, you can pipe down. Sora: Be careful, Peyton. She ain't the one to be messing with. Peyton: I ain't the one either! Galawnee: Don't try to save this chihuahua. Some people got to learn the hard way. Peyton: You don't have to be disrespectful. Sora: Peyton, if you can't lay scratches on me, then you definitely can't beat her. Because I've never beaten her!

Justin: Super nigga! You've never beaten her!? Sora: Nope. Well, the last I fought her. Was almost two years ago. Galawnee: You ready for my boss's fight? Sora: Umm...I don't know. Deshon: Pussy! You talk like you, that guy, but you aren't. You ain't no super nigga; you just a sorry ass nigga! You were never about that life. I look at Deshon with disgust and confusion. Galawnee: You're going to kill him? Sora: Thinking about it. Maybe there's a reason that the dodo bird went extinct. Brok: See! I told you! You should've let me kill him! Deshon: You can't kill a real nigga like me! Ya'll Hestia's ain't shit! Ya'll, about nothing! The Hestia women are nothing but fucking whores! Valdis immediately got in front of me. Valdis: He's just barking. Valencia went up to Deshon with this fed-up look on her. Valencia: I've known you for almost a year now. So I can be honest with you, right?

Deshon: Absolutely. Keep it a stack with me. Valencia: If you want to keep breathing on this planet. Refrain from talking. Deshon: Because I spoke the truth with to your precious Sky-Sky?! Yo, Sky-Sky? Sora: Do not fucking call me that! The entire area started getting dimmer and foggy with dark magic. Benson: Sora, be mindful of your thoughts! Justin: Oh, shit! Nigga, think positive. No more hellhounds! Brok: Wait, everyone! I just had a breakthrough! Vault Nessy! I need your permission to access that vault. Sora: Go for it. Galawnee: What about the booze situation? Sora: I can't speak for the cabin. If there isn't no booze in my domain bar, then my clone is restocking it. It should be finished by now. But if you need something right now. I snapped my fingers, and a brown whisky glass bottle appeared in my hand, and I tossed it to Galawnee. She'd seem pleased. The entire area started getting a little brighter but some foggy dark magic remained scattered out throughout the entire area.

Brok: Also, I have this to show you, Sora. Brok removed the blade wrapped up in white bandages on his back. Right before Brok was about to unwrap the bandages, Galawnee stopped him. Brok: What the fuck is it now?! Galawnee: Let's call in the cavalry. I think they want to see this. Brok: I've been trying to show him this for almost an hour now! Galawnee: Just a little bit more patience. Brok: Make it quick. Galawnee: Oh, Finn! A white tiger club appeared on Galawnee's left shoulder. Finn: What is it? Galawnee: They still in there? Finn: Yeah. Do you want me to get them? Galawnee: Yes. Finn got off Galawnee's shoulder and disappeared.

Coming out of the cabin, Edwin Forman, a Caucasian man with short messy black hair, dark brown eyes, and a walnut-shaped jawline. His attire is a black unbuttoned suit with glasses on. He stood five foot ten and had this New England accent. Following him was Ali Rosman, a six-foot well-toned, dark skin guy with an obtuse jawline and a stoic facial expression with a bald head. His attire is shirtless with black tactical pants. After Ali was Jakari Kars, a nineteen-year-old light-skinned female teenager with medium-length lime-dyed hair, green eyes, and a sharp jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall and had this New York accent. Jakari attire is a black student blazer with a black short skirt with Japan's flag patch. After Jakari, it was Artoria Morgana, a stunning woman in her mid-twenties, standing at five foot five. Her lustrous blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her captivating green eyes. A sharp jawline and a slender nose enhanced her delicate features. Artoria possessed a unique hybrid accent, blending elements of an old English accent with a general American accent. She exuded elegance in her ensemble, donning a white button-up coat, a light blue scarf, a matching skirt, and black leggings. Completing her look were brown snow boots, adding a touch of practicality to her refined appearance.

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Valdis created his swirling space gray spatial portal right in front of them. They went through it. And a swirling space gray spatial portal right next to Brok. All of them came out of it. The portal behind them closed. Edwin started slow clapping. Then to proceed to adjust his glasses. Edwin: It's been a long time, kid. How long has it been? Sora: Like almost two years, I think. Edwin picked up a snowball and threw it at my face, but I simply blocked it with my hand. Edwin: Don't say, I think! You know how long it's been, liar! Sora: My apologies. Edwin: It's been three years! Try to sound innocent in front of your little friends! Edwin walks up to me, puts his arm around me, and pokes at my chest. Justin: Who are these people? Edwin: Oh, you didn't tell them about us?! Are you embarrassed to be associated with us?! I took Edwin's arm around me and nudged him off me. I turn back to the Twilight Tiger team.

Sora: Team, all of these individuals that stand before you are my familiars. Valdis: No way. Why did Bale feel like an ordinary familiar? While these guys feel like normal people. Justin: How many familiars do you have nigga? Sora: You're intelligent, Valdis; you can figure that out. And Justin, I have ten. Correction, I have nine. I forgot one of these lovely people killed her. And now for introductions. The one with the fake glasses is Edwin Forman. He's very useful for logistics. I walked over to Ali and fist bump him. Ali: It feels bizarre that we're the same height now when I'm like this. Sora: No more looking up for me. Everyone, this is Ali Rosman. Ali is the only one here that is not in their typical appearance. Ali: Well, I'm in my original form. It would be difficult to relax in that cursed form. Justin: What's the curse form? Ali: A black dragon. Galawnee Galawnee, with a mischievous grin, couldn't help but applaud Ali's response. Galawnee: You must really be in a good mood. If you're responding with complete sentences to a person that's not Sora. Not just one or two-word responses. Ali: I liked it better when you were shy and quiet.

Sora: Enough! Edwin: Look at you barking orders! You got to be delusional! Kid, you lost the right to give us orders! You simply forgot about us! And you think we're gonna serve you! Like you didn't neglect us! Edwin's voice rang out with a mix of frustration and resentment. Jakari: And you complaining because? Edwin: How does he repay our loyalty and kindness? By abandoning us! He hasn't talked to us in three years! Artoria: He gave us the option to leave ever since we met him. Whenever we want. And that goes for all of you. All of you can leave. But I'm staying to the bitter end. Edwin, if you want to go, then leave. But I ask, why are you still here? Disrespecting our master for what? I didn't know you were as needy as a cur. Artoria's calm and composed demeanor reflected her unwavering loyalty and dedication.

Ah, Artoria. Always dependable to a fault. I'm surprised she give any petty remarks. As long as I don't say it out loud, we're good, right?

Edwin: So you're okay with Sora not training with you or not even talking to you? You're not mad at him?! Artoria: No, I'm not mad. But I am slightly disappointed in you, Sora. Also, you learned some other person's sword technique and not mine. Artoria carried a hint of saltines in her voice. Sora: No, it's not like that. Artoria: Persist on before Brok gets irate. I walked over to Jakari, smiled at her, and turned to face the others.

Sora: This is Jakari. And don't let her appearance fool you. She isn't some pushover. This is a person of action. She won't take any shit from nobody. She is a person with a determination to put you six feet under. If... Jakari causally back fisted my gut. Jakari let out this condescending sarcastic apologetic gasp. Jakari: I'm so sorry! I think my body can't tolerate your bullshit. Sora: I deserved that. Jakari began applauding.

Jakari is still a bitch to this very day. Here we go again. Same old shit, just a brand new day.

Jakari: Ding, ding, ding, ding! I knew you had a head between your shoulders. Sora: You're not going to let up, are you? Jakari: Right again. Jakari started cracking her knuckles and neck. Artoria sighs in annoyance. Artoria: Jakari, I know why you're doing this but save it for later. Or don't do it at all. Show him a proficient pleasantry. He is our master, I think. Artoria carried this nonchalant face on her. She looks calm, but I know better than to trust what's on the surface. She folded her arms while her eyes were shut.

Fudge, she is pissed! I was hoping she wasn't pissed. But damn. I messed up big time. And she has her eyes closed this entire time. I think she'd looked at me once.

I walked over to Artoria and tried to brighten her day with a big stupid smile from me. Artoria: Just get on with it. Don't even trouble yourself trying to alter my mood. It is set in stone. Just deal with your alleged failures and carry on. Brok was kind and thoughtful enough to postpone his agenda for you and your friends. Sora: How do you want me to address you as to them? Galawnee: That's so considerate of you, Sora. Artoria: Do you what you want. You're a competent mage; it doesn't matter. Sora: So you trust me still? Artoria: When did I ever say I didn't trust you? The disdain in her calm manner from her is painful as sliding on sandpaper. Edwin: If I was you, introduce her as Morgana or Saber. Artoria: Did he ask for your advice? Edwin: No, mam. I'm sorry. I turned to face the gang once more. Sora: This fantastic woman stands before is Artoria, my absolute strongest familiar. But I request ya'll to call her Morgana or Saber. Artoria: Except for Valencia. Sora: How come? I wasn't under the impression that you two met. Valencia: We didn't. Artoria: We didn't, but she's Naomi's mom. That's enough reason. Valencia: You met Naomi? Artoria: Yes. She was a delight. She talked about you, Sora. And her little sister.

Oh, that's right. Naomi was born first. Electra was born in December. Or was it January? I am a terrible father. Well, to be fair, I don't know about Naomi's birthday. Because V never told me.

Sora: When did this take place? Artoria: Right after you put her to bed. Valencia: No, I put her to bed. Sora: She got the room around like one o'clock in the morning. I'd played with her while I'd work for a bit, then walk into your room and put her to sleep. You were utterly knocked out. Valencia: But where did you see her at? Because Sora was awake for almost the entire morning. Artoria: She was lost in the corridors of Sora's vast domain. Justin: Sora, I'm not calling your familiar Morgana or Saber. Sora: Why's that? Justin: You keep on saying Meghan, not Alecto. Why should I respect your wishes, when you don't respect mine, Pass-Around?!

Jakari & Galawnee: Oh, useless-Meghan! Edwin: Madam, useless. Justin: Bruh! Show her some respect. Sora, control your familiars. Sora: They have free speech and free will. I don't control them. Or order them around that much. Justin: What about Bale?! Sora: These are my top five strongest familiars. They've earned this. And plus, four out of five use to beat the breaks off me. Justin: Damn it, pass around! Artoria, help me out here! Artoria: Master, do you want me to listen to your friend? Sora: Do you want to? Artoria: No, not really. Sora: Then that's settled then. Galawnee: Where's Meghan's ass!? Ali: In that sword. Jakari: Let's get on with the torture...no, I meant, ass beating...what I meant to say a teaching a lesson. Brok: Oh, no! I waited way too long for this! Ali: Brok is right; let's repay his kindness. He was the one who brought us to Sora. Brok: Thank you! You ready, pisspot?! Sora: Show me what you got? Justin: What ya'll motherfuckers going to do with Alecto?!