"I scratch your back, you scratch mine."
These were the unspoken words by which the country of Klobgy pretty much functioned. In fact, they formed the basis of almost everything in the country, they may as well be inserted in its constitution like words engraved in solid silver. Silver, since the country lacked the nobility to be compared with gold. Forget platinum, be happy I mentioned a noble metal at the very least.
Even then, the country did not work on such a principle in an inviting way, paradoxical to the phrase itself. Rather, such dealings were between the government and ruthless thugs.If the 17th century would be considered archaic to the 21st century, it would be appropriate to consider the 21st century archaic in the current timeframe. In other words, it was the 25th century.
Klobgy was not exactly what one would refer to as a "Big Country". In fact, comparing it to Russia on the sole basis of land size would be similar to comparing a rat to a blue whale, though the latter was extinct. The last one was killed on 15th February 2231, by an over depressed lunatic driven into the pit of madness because he spotted his valentine with another chap the day before.
That being put through, it would be sensible to say that such a country had only one city and that city was its capital. What was not sensible was why the country needed a namesake city when it was only going to have one anyways. What's worse?
The city's name is Klobgy.
Yeah, that name would be familiar because that was the name of the country as well. And that would mean TWO things:
Firstly, that whoever was in charge of naming the city was lazy, uncreative and was probably tangled in the net of sleepiness while carrying out his duty.
Secondly, that there was a city in the country just for the sake of having the claimed reputation of having a city. One which was the size of a country, that too.
The country was self proclaimed to run on democracy but that too, like everything else in the country, was namesake as even a three year old child with his brains fangled would know that it was no democracy. Rather, a more appropriate title for such a system of government would be "In-Due-Unfairness". The "Ruler's League" party had been ruling the city/country since its time of existence.
That wouldn't sound so suspicious if not for the fact that there were 12 more political parties and that the orators in the party were as good at speaking as a fish would be at climbing a tree. The whole system of "You scratch me back", soon to be abbreviated as YSMB, was introduced by the Ruler's League.
Such was the setting where a common Klobgian boy, Raiden, was born. It was indeed a weird name for a boy, even at that time but it was all fair in a weird city in a weird country with a weird government. Yet, this common boy was indeed uncommon, for he exhibited extraordinary science skills. In fact, he would have reached the peaks of success if not for the fact that his talent went unrecognized and his skills went without credit. Little did he know that this would serve him a greater purpose later on...
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