[hr][hr][center][h1]Imperial Republic of Fuso[/h1][/center]
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	The sun had long risen from the east to greet the lands of Japan first as the moon retreated back into the shadows, bidding its time to come out once more at night. This is how its always had been since the first humans cam to the island, since the days of the Heien Court where melancholy nobles wasted away, since the days that samurai fought each other for glory and honor, since the days that America forced Japan out of isolation, since the days that the great wars had brought on the first act of nuclear immolation that had used Japan as its first live testing ground, since the days that the bombs fell and the old world melted away in fire. And now it rises first over Fuso.

	Emperor Shou was already awake as the rising sun greeted him, servants waddling around, pushing carts around to the various major characters of the Imperial Palace complex built on Mount Fuji. He stood on the balcony of the upper levels, the breeze blowing around his silk robes in like soft sakura petals in spring. Here he stood above a new Japan, created by the great Empress Himiko the Golden Sun Queen as he lorded over the new capital of Meiji; the low murmurs of a city rousing from slumber could be heard as he peered over the railing.

	Another day was about to begin and he was already running through in his mind. More diplomatic missions to the Han, some more tours around town, arrangement of finances... and the question of ONI. Shou sighed as a servant brought him his morning tea, a single sip and he felt his spirits improve. [i]Gyokuro tea, isn't it?[/i] He thought to himself, the light, sweet aromatic tea made of leave treated with the utmost care filled his body, accepting the blessing of the drink.

	"Your holiness." a voice came from behind Shou as he turned around to face the white-clad Prime Minister Niyoma, they bowed as a sign of mutual respect, Niyoma gracefully denying Shou's offer of tea as he cleared this throat for some serious talk, "I believe there is something you must know of."

	"More pirates?" Shou responded, praying to the Himiko that it wasn't what he dreaded the most.

	"No, our shore cannons have been able to repel their attacks as of late."

	"Youkai incursions?"

	"IRFA has been doing a good job at fighting them back and defending our people."

	"Then what is it? Speak."

	Shou's jaw dropped slightly as he drew a sharp breath as he heard Niyoma's resopnse. He had expected it to be such, there was no need for such dramatic shock, but yet it never failed to do exactly that. From his aged lips, Niyoma had spoken the one word that caused the winds to shift, "ONI". 

	Placing his cup down, Shou walked to the balcony railing and rested an arm on it, craddling his head from the hand the stretched from the layers of silk, "What is it Gendao wants this time?"

	"He says he just want to tell you that his projects are coming along nicely but he would like more support behind them."

	Shou lazily shot his hand into the air and within seconds a servant came with a check, without even looking at it he signed it. A paper worth 1.4 million yen left his palace and would eventually find its way into Gendao's hands. Hopefully this would silence that maniac for a while. Himiko knows what the hell he was making in his facilities he kept so tightly shut. Even Shou, the holy Emperor barely knew anything about what they did down there.

	"Hopefully nothing horrible happens, this is money that I could be putting towards better things than shady operations in Himiko knows where."

	"That makes two of us Shou."

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	Hiro Hihato awoke to a shimmering dawn as the light filtered through his window, the soft cloud that was his bed begged for him to stay and be wrapped in his warm blanket, but his alarm beckon [url=https://youtu.be/BKKDgnKS2pw]as an all too familiar song played[/url]. As if he was a giant waking up from a thousand year slumber, Hiro felt himself dragging each one of his heavy limbs from his craddle as they slammed on to the wooden floor. After what seemed like another eternity, all of his limbs were depressingly stolen away from the comforts of his bed and upright, his arm reaching out towards the sound of song to turn it off.

	Tramping his way down the hall, the boy went through all the procedures that any high schooler living by himself in an apartment did. Dutifully, Hiro brushed his teeth, washed his face brushed his unruly brown hair and went to the main area of his lodging for breakfast. However, instead of eggs and cereal, he got a nude girl lying on his couch.

	Hiro thought about this for a second as he looked at the girl. She was beautiful, unworldly almost, but she was marred by a hideous wound. Around across her right shoulder was was a tightly wrapped bandage soaked in a dark crimson that seemed to almost crystalize with the bandage. There was no doubt this was some sort of bullet or blade wound, a nasty one if the blood was anything to go off of. Hiro spotted clothing messily thrown under the girl as his first aid kit had its contents eviscerated across the coffee table, signs of self-administered medical aid no doubt. 

	The girl shifted in her sleep, prompting Hiro to jump a little, he thought of what he should do but was interrupted by an outbreak of deep thought. 

	The boy paused for a second.

	Then another second.

	And then it hit him.

	"What the hell is with this anime-like situation?!"