Rimuruism

Chapter 1: Antirimuruism

January 27, 2080, Midsuraland.

In a small, dirty military base located in the centre of The House, the capital of Midsuraland, two middle-aged men were arguing over what could determine the fate of the planet for the next five, ten, maybe even twenty or more years. A lack of funding from the central government had caused the walls to be completely covered with spider webs and hamburger grease, the smell of the room being putrid enough to make any person from fifty years ago vomit on instinct.

"For the last time, James, this is not the right time! If you attack them now, you're just going to get us all killed! We don't have the resources right now to fight another war. You see the state of this damn place? There's no money for soap in the military!"

The other man, Atlas, grimaced, his face inching closer to James. 

"You worthless Terranists know nothing! Do you think those guys will just let us build up wealth and power in peace? For a general, you sure don't have a single clue fighting a war! Don't think you're equal to me just because you happened to know someone who worships your pathetic little ghost up there in the council."

James retorted, his eyes clearly glimmering with anger, "Aist, might I remind you that before we get into another debate, that the common enemy of all religions is Rimuruism?" before walking a few meters away from Atlas and the only other item in the room, a missile control panel. "Rimuruland has not yet declared war on Midsuraland. This is far too hasty for our own good.

 We've got to keep up this pretense of antirimuruism if we don't want a Midsurian civil war."

Both men looked each other in the eyes, and sat down on the floor, which had been uncleaned for days.

After about a minute, Atlas stood up, dashed to the control panel, and before James could do anything, he pressed the button to authorize the missile strike on Rimuru, the capital of Rimuruland. Not even with the knowledge of anyone else in either state, the mirage of  antirimuruism was shattered in that instant on the whim of one war-thirsting man. 

James quickly reacted to the new information surging through his head. While deep in thought predicting the foreseeable future, he drew his gun from his pocket, firing four bullets enchanted with Terranist magic. Three at the control panel, one at the fool who had dragged Midsuraland into another war. But it was too little, too late. The countdown wouldn't stop. Six. Five. Four. The final bullet ripped into Atlas's chest, tearing a hole on him, causing him to writh on the ground in fear and pain, but not enough to kill. Three. Two. Another shot was fired at the countdown on the wall, but the hologram showed no signs of changing. One. Zero. 

James looked down at Atlas with a mix of anger, disgust, and disappointment. Midsuraland needed to be hostile, but not at war with Rimuruland. They needed Rimuruland to keep the population from revolting. Win, they go into a civil war right after, but lose, and the little resources they had to begin with will be drained even more.

Twenty missiles fired from the centre of Midsuraland's capital towards Rimuruland. The final crusade has begun, and everything is a part of the crossfire.