Prologue: God and the Devil
It was flowing.
Just like a beautiful dance. Just like the movements of a martial arts’ master. But it was not splendid, nor was it swift.
It was done naturally.
Even though he was only moving his arms naturally, it looked like after-images were appearing. Exactly six arms. All moving smoothly. An oriental god such as Ashura exists.
With these a six arms, he held godly powers.
However, he looked too meek for someone as great as Ashura.
"Ah! The way he creates these foreshadows. This artistic skill.....this scene writer does quite well each and every time!”
As this boy grew joyful, his expression softened.
"Haha, it seems like you are wavering quite bit. Kiriko......however."
And his hands slowly approached the controls in order to give the command.
"Do not worry. I, the God of Conquest, will surely save you from this infinite loop
Just like a pianist peacefully playing a sonata.
Bewildered.
Silent.
Easygoing.
"Come now, Chitta! Face the heavens and depart to the skies. Your Thunder Fleet is waiting."
His murmurs leaked out.
Yet it was like a poet singing the lyrics to a song.
"Sounds good. Slowly. Really slowly.....come now."
Behind his glasses.
As his clear eyes narrowed,
"Kiriko! Chitta! Misako! Gou! Nameless N! Yuriel!"
As if he was holding the conductor’s baton, he held up his hands in front of his head.
"Now"
With those words came elegance.
Grace.
The sign of the finale.
"Everyone! Everyone! I’ll capture you all!"
Fafafafafa~n.
Chiyurararara.
Chirererere, chichichire.
All of the ending themes flowed simultaneously. All flawlessly calculated. Building the situations up with one aim, being in complete control of the production company, the length of the story, the heroine's voice’s on/off and beyond, he was able to bring everything to its ending in one go.
Existing in this world is the hand of a God who does not waver or get confused.
"Hmph"
The boy leant against the back of his chair, giving a sigh because of his tiredness.
"Good work for one day's worth...."
He said this as if he's an artist being showered by applause.
They could be heard.
From beyond the monitor, countless rescued heroines cried out his name.
The God of Conquest.
The God of Conquest.
His name is Katsuragi Keima!
"Now, with this..."
And that one part from beginning to end, the girl gazes from behind, sighing as she lowered her shoulders.
