[b][i]Gummi Ship Renovation's Might, Renovation[/i][/b]

[color=lightcoral]"Well that was convenient."[/color]

Astus had just formed a psychic link between him and Yuuta. As soon as he did, however, his instincts caused him to lurch back. Yuuta wan't drunk anymore, he was unconscious. It would be safe to assume that he was safely sleeping in the shuttle. Learning from someone this skilled at spellcraft would only benefit the trickster god.

[color=lightcoral]"Let us do what we must do. Afterwards, we can do nicer things, like sit down together and talk about the state of the Multiverse. Wouldn't you like that?"[/color]

Astus found himself smiling. So far, everything was going at his own pace. He hadn't sensed anyone else on the ship who could form psychic bonds like him (aside from that kid named Vic, though it didn't make that much of a difference, he had potential though). All he had to do was to determine which side of the conflict he would support. As for Yuuta, he wasn't worried at all. He'd watched him out of curiosity back then. It was amazing how he managed to survive on sheer luck and stupid determination.
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[i][b]Moscow, Soviet Russia, Ongoing World War II[/b][/i]
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Yuuta woke up in a luxury suite. There were Lazy Boy couches, woolen mats, and a chandelier that could eternally pay him out of debt. The only thing that seemed odd was the huge dent in one of the room's walls. His back was aching and the rest of his body refused to cooperate with him, but hey, things sure did take a turn for the better, didn't they? Yuuta walked over to the door, expecting it to open to a well-off subdivision where he could finally find peace.

What greeted him was an arrangement of demolished buildings bathed in fire. He looked back and realized that he had recklessly hopped on a Gummi Shuttle, which had crash-landed in the middle of a war-torn city.

He closed the door with a thud and tried to make sense of his surroundings. The unmistakable stench of blood strangled Yuuta's nose, triggering an unpleasant chain of memories. For a moment he wandered around aimlessly until a huge-bodied, wide-shouldered Russian man passed him by. He scrutinized Yuuta's face, from the squint of his eyes to the sharpness of his chin.

"What's your name, boy?"

[color=silver]"Yuuta Yuudai. Have I seen you somewhere?"[/color]

The giant Russian man raised his hand. Within seconds, Yuuta was surrounded by a group of smaller Russian men.

"We've got a Jap here, comrades! Lets rough him up!" 

This confused Yuuta, who, easily being the least responsible of Tocsax's men, did not read up on Original History. [color=silver]"Hey, what's a Jap?"[/color]

"Don't play dumb, boy! From your name to your face, you're obviously a Jap!"

[color=silver]"Threaten me one more time and I'll rip your arms off and shove them up your ass."[/color]

The giant Russian clenched his fists, but before he could head off into his inevitable death an older Russian man signaled for him to stop and took out a propaganda leaflet with Emperor Hirohito's face on it. "If you're really not Japanese, then would you be okay with stepping on this poster?"

Yuuta went and stepped on it. This caused all of the Russian men to scream in shock.

"It can't be!", shouted one of them. "Damn, this spy's a really good one!", screamed another. The old man raised his hands up, signaling for everyone to be quiet. He then took a rifle out and with godlike accuracy honed from shooting Nazis while riding bobskis in the winter, shot a bullet that grazed Yuuta's cheek.

[color=silver]"Damn!"[/color]

"Guys, is "damn" a Japanese swear word?"

"Not quite, they say things like "baka" and "chikusho"."

"If that's the case, then he isn't a Jap." As the old man spoke, the other men came to realize the purpose of the tests that he'd been running on Yuuta and that Yuuta wasn't Japanese, despite having an uncanny resemblance to one. They put their weapons down and begrudgingly walked back to their makeshift dwellings, one of which was an abandoned tank. "Sorry young man", said the old man, "We just really need to be careful here. Those Nazis have recently gained a foothold in Moscow, we've seen those creatures that they employ storm the Kremlin. It all happened so quickly, we don't even know how."

[color=silver]"I don't understand half of what you just said."[/color]

"Are you some sort of caveman?"

[color=silver]"No. What I do understand is that this country or state or whatever it is is getting invaded. That Kremlin place seems really important, and the Nazis, wait, I think I know who they are!"[/color]

As soon as Yuuta finished, an army of Heartless came out of nowhere.