| Intermission: Behind The Scenes, Meeting The Crew |

Most prominently, people know of the many heroes that have fought to maintain order in their own separate worlds, something of which had been the absolute reason for everything. The true reason for just about everything. The reason why these exact worlds had existed. Why the stories had been written, and why they developed.

However, must it be true that every event takes place without an outside power to control it? That, without the eyes of a supernatural being to maintain the order of it all, it can progress smoothly?

The answer to that is no.

This is why the audience must understand that the author, he who brings these characters to life, is the one who bears the most important task of all; the author is tasked with ensuring the flow of the story goes through in a clean yet understandable manner. This, coupled with the entertainment and exhilaration, makes for a good story.

That, is why the authors are born and exist. In these worlds, they exist.

The man with grey hair stepped foot into the strange, lonely house. The dark streets had no lights, none whatsoever. So really, no one could truly see the careful designs of cobble at the side, which anyone could have easily tripped over.

To the right of the street, there had been a small little park with so many trees, the hedges at the side dead. The slide and see-saws present there were far from usable, given the marred condition they were in, but they never really cared too much about it. Children constantly busied to this place to play, and even long before they could fix the toys, they would be broken even more.

At this point, the maintenance team had already given up on doing anything.

And yet, down the aforementioned street, there was also the lonely house. Empty of any furniture, empty of any residences, empty of… just about anything.

The man came here because he had been invited here to begin with. The rest of his team would be there as well, though he needed to leave his little room because there was no way they could be there.

Rather, they would be having the first meeting between each parties since they've begun operation, something of which was much appreciated by the man right now; he wanted to get to know his comrades better, something of which he very much appreciated.

He didn't like not knowing the names of people around him. He had made it his duty to keep track of the names of those he had watched fight, and those that he would be working alongside with.

Then again, he supposed it would be his own turn to reveal his name, right?

Thankfully, he had received an order from the author to reveal his name to the people, something of which genuinely surprised but delighted both him and his friend. He was certain that the audience were already too frustrated with trying to make sense of their identities, only to know that such a thing would be revealed so easily now.

The door creaked, somewhat irritating to his ears. Of course, he had long believed that he was diagnosed with the case of "Scribe's Fever", but there was no certainty to just about anything. And that was what he loved about life; it held so much uncertainty, so much surprises and randomness that made life worth living in.

And though he was a being that held so much power, capable of making just about anything possible, he sometimes wished to experience the life of a common man. To just be enthralled by the simplicities that many which often discard for being boring.

Now that was unacceptable. Life was entertaining, even without trying to do so.

Into the house, it was empty, per description a few lines ago (read paragraph 5, line 1 & 2). It made it seem that it had been abandoned, but he thinks this is not the case. It was simply the fact that no one had ever lived here before.

There was a flight of staircase somewhere to the left, old and almost broken down. But he dared to climb it, dared himself to go up it and meet the rest of his team. That was the sole purpose this entire chapter existed, after all.

A quick look out of the window allowed him to see the syzygy of Jupiter, Venus and Mercury; a rare yet delectable occurrence that made him appreciate all of this once more. How non-fiction was far stranger than fiction sometimes.

Reaching the second floor, he didn't bother to pay attention to the other doors. Only the one at the end of this hallway, which looked much better than every other doors here; it was brand new, squeaky clean in most normally-used terms, and of course, there was no way he could forget the mass of gems pooling at the side of the doorway.

'Fancy,' he smiled, twisting the knob of the door and stepping into the room beyond the door. And in this room— "Good evening, everyone! How has been your day?"

His question was neither a simple gesture of pleasantries nor was it forced out to feel comfortable and trust him. But instead, it was truly a curious question that left his lips just as he saw his friends.

Although, he would be lying if he called them his friends. No, they had never spoken yet. Only after a certain amount of time would he be comfortable with calling them his comrades. The only one he could call his friend was the black dragon sitting on one chair.

Ah, yes. He decided to shrink himself, just to be here. This had ever been the first time for him to shrink himself, both in front of the audience or in anything, really. And quite honestly, he looked adorable.

Small, little horns that protruded from the side of his skull. Sharp teeth, claws. His tail was scaly, as his entire body was. Black eyes, slits. Little wings.

The one with black hair, young-looking but definitely ageless as well, with a deeper voice spoke up.

"Just fine, I suppose. I've had to deal with trying to find this place for quite some time, really, but I guess I got lucky," shrugged the man. "Also, where have you been? We've been waiting for you for, what? Two hours?"

"Aah, but time does not apply to us, am I right? It could have very well been sixty years since I came, but in all honesty, it would have been only four seconds," he offered, eliciting a thoughtful look from the man.

"Oh… Oh yah, oh? That does make sense."

"Don't bother listening to him, !%!&$&. He's a jokester all on his own."

The second person to speak had exactly the same voice, had exactly the same build, had exactly the same face. They were a twins; a delightful surprise for the man! But it was then that he came to notice the silver hair he had, the only thing that differentiated the two.

His tone was bored, however, almost cold. It made him think of the two brothers.

One was the joyful, excited one. He could be older, could be younger, or they could be the same age, but he was very fun. That was a certainty.

The other one was like most stereotypical geniuses. Not to say in a rude fashion, but he just had that aura about him. Intelligent, calculating, and most notably; distant.

He may be wrong about those two, but that was what he believed. But that did not mean that they were not good people. And he would find himself happy to be able to work together with them in the coming years, decades.

But time did not apply to them, huh?

"It was… fine," the sole woman (more like girl, given her apparent height of 149 cm, or 4'11") in the room spoke, wearing a mystical gown and face covered in a light silken veil. Her voice was reminiscent of an angel's, and it quite literally made him wonder if that was her true identity. He caught a glimpse of her snow-white hair, a true testament to how pure she was. "I was… looking after the children at the park."

"Indeed she was! She was very kind, the lady is!" Added the dragon, getting a blush of embarrassment from the woman.

"I-It was nothing…" She may have very well been speaking, but it sounded like a whisper. An innocent soul, he senses in her. Quite rare, or common, depending on which world you visited, of course. "A-And you..?"

"Well, I suppose I had been running late, so I apologize for wasting all of your time," chuckled the being as he too took a chair, noticing the scent of… mint? It was pleasant. "So, let's get on with our introductions, shall we?"

And really, the only thing that would have prevented them from doing so would be their hatred for one another. But this was not the case.

Looking amongst one another, the dragon deemed it necessary that he introduces himself, until the kind lady began, her gentle voice breaking the silence.

"I-I… My name is Oracle. A pleasure to… meet you…" She said, and though the young girl was anything but young, it was more than enough to make everyone else smile. Even the genius one, as deemed by the man, felt a small grin tugging at his lips.

"I see. And what universe are you tasked with maintaining?" He asked, pulling out a list from nowhere. It was good to keep a list, he realizes after many a time of not doing so.

"I… watch over the 'Reincarnation' worlds," she answered, getting looks of surprise from everyone else. "There should be one in the future."

"That's interesting," hummed the dragon before he looked to the two twins. "And what of the both of you?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I forgot. The name's Zero Taka. Pleasure to meet you," the one with black hair raised his hand, smiling. A friendly fellow, he was. He turned to his brother, gently shaking his elbow. "Come on, you're up next."

"I know that…" He sighed. He must be tired, having to deal with his brother's antics for a lifetime. "I'm Nil. Nil Kata."

"How curious. Both your names refer to none," the man noted, getting a nod from the silverette.

"That's just how life goes. And I prefer this name than anything else, thank you very much," he brushed the comment quite easily, though not rudely, mind you. He was behaving in a fashion that was telling them that he trusted them, that he wanted them to trust him, but he didn't want to get too friendly with them. "In any case, what about the both of you?"

The dragon and man shared a look.

It has come to my attention that their existence, their very identities had been kept in a shroud for a long time now. The simple question of their names constantly evades the people, though those who ask them never get a definite answer.

It was due to the rule by the author, the person who has willed them to life, having commanded them to not say a word. They were behoved to listen to him, though they had a will.

And if they had a will, they were allowed to defy his order, were they not? And yet, they never dared to do so. They respected him, and they would follow his every order no matter what.

He looked to his friend once more, having broken his gaze from him just to look at the other people in the room; Oracle was a patient little nun (Nun, as in a pure little girl, he means), Zero was curious, and Nil said nothing. He could sense no impatience coming from the silent one. More like he didn't want to push them or anything.

The black dragon gave a toothy grin, prepared for this.

They looked back to their comrades.

"My name is Drake."

"Snake here. A pleasure to have met your acquaintances."

The other three people in the room wondered just what sort of names those were, wondering if that was truly their names or they had just concocted it on the spot, but they decided not to pry too much on it. Ultimately, those were their names.

"So tell us, what sort of people are you? Your species, I mean," he asks, looking to each other. "Snake here is a dragon god, if you will. I am not a human, but I am capable of many things."

"Yeah, like creating this entire room or warping here just like that," nodded Zero as he whistled, honestly surprised. "Well, for all of you to know, Nil and I, we're… 'Shifters'."

" 'Shifters'?" Repeated Snake in curiosity, getting a nod. "Why 'Shifters', though?"

In response to his question, Nil raised an arm… only for it to disintegrate into millions, if not billions of tiny little chips, reforming themselves into a claw.

The other people looked on, surprised.

Nil then willed his back to produce two wings, which came out looking like a mecha's. They even produced a beeping sound, before he pulled them back into his body, the wings turning into those little chips as they combined with the body once more.

"…A 'Shifter', you call yourself," hummed the man, getting a nod from the brothers. "I wonder if I should come up with a name for myself."

"I think that's unnecessary. I mean, you look exactly like a guy. You're able to change the fabric of the world, but not yourselves," said Zero, getting a wide-eyed look from Snake. "Ehh, that was just my intuition, though. So if I'm wrong, do forgive me."

"Oh, no, it's none of that. It's just that you were right," he nodded. "And you, Oracle?"

"…Oh! Umm, forgive me! I had been… thinking…" She said, the other people looking at her with soft gazes. It was hard to get mad at her, it seems, as she was always so easily flustered. So easily scared. "I… was human."

"Was?" Nil raised an eyebrow, not understanding what she meant. "So what are you now?"

"I… I don't know," she shook her head, tugging on the hem of her dress. "I remember some things, but I don't remember them anymore… I'm sorry."

"Well, it's fine. You're part of us anyways, so there's no changing that," shrugged Zero with his goofy smile. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you guys. Nil and I, we manage the 'Heroes' universe."

"Fire Emblem Heroes?" Snake piped up, looking excited. Zero just laughed.

"Ahh, no, not really. It's just a term for the selected group of people that, ehh… We choose for some sorts of adventures," he explained, getting a tilt of the head in response. "I know it doesn't make sense, but you'll get it in due time. When the world comes, I think you'll be able to understand."

"Hmm… Well, if you say so," he nodded. "In any case, for a lack of a better term, Drake and I manage the 'OC' universe. I assume you know what the term means, right?"

"Original Characters?" Offered Oracle, getting a nod in response. "I see… How many are there?"

"Well, as far as I know, there are quite a few. Mind you, I can only offer you their names, if you don't mind," they all nodded to the man's words. "Well, I can remember some. There was Young-ae, a sprightly fellow. Maybe a bit strange, but normal otherwise. Nur Fate, a young gamer. Riven Hirokami, son of Satan."

"Son of Satan?! Ddaeng, that sounds cool!" Gasped Zero, barely able to hold back from making that comment. His brother, used to him doing this sort of thing, just rolled his eyes.

"I also remembered a… Lux von Halcyon, prince turned student. And a… well, I suppose it wouldn't be wrong to tell you," he chuckled. "There had been a lot of people, I remember, but two had disappeared. One was killed, the other, our author was forced to put his life to an end."

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.

"Remember Nur? He is the successor to one of the people that disappeared," Drake explained. "The other one, well… He had outlived his use, I suppose."

"It was a pity. But the author seeks to rewrite the world, though there is no true certainty as to when that will happen," Snake added, noticing a look coming from Drake. "Yes?"

"Did he truly mean that? He's already busy managing so many worlds currently, I'm worried it may be too much for him," frowned the man, which only got a scoff from Nil.

"Please. If anything, he severely enjoys doing this sort of thing. His head is always buzzing with ideas, I'm not surprised if he suddenly created a new…" The 'Shifter' paused in his words, blinking before sighing. "I think he just did."

"Wrote a new story, did he? Hah! I wouldn't expect anything less of him," snickered the other 'Shifter' before he brought up an understandable question. "But how about the stories outside of the realms we watch over?"

"He… told me that none of us had to be there... to watch over them," Oracle said, hands clasped together. "They will be left on their own, though it is still part of our duties to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"True. Though, knowing him, we wouldn't even need to do anything to begin with," snorted the silver-haired 'Shifter'. "Well, I suppose that's all that needs to be addressed, right? We've been talking for God knows how long already."

"I thought… time doesn't apply to us?" Her question got Nil to look at her. And though it was one that made him say 'Oh yeah…', she couldn't help but yelp, looking back down. "S-Sorry..!"

"Nil, you just made a girl cry. Bad sport," teased Snake, getting a gawking expression from said 'Shifter'.

'Haha… This is some team, I will admit,' thought Drake with a smile, watching as a flustered Nil try to apologize to the nervous Oracle, whereas Snake and Zero just continued to throw teasing remarks at the silverette. "Come now, everyone. Let us return to our own homes."

His words managed to stop them, earning understanding nods from them.

What few people there was in the room had quickly come to recognize one another by sight and their exchange of words between one another as a team tasked with maintaining the order and flow of the worlds of stories. Although, Drake did not believe that his acquaintances among his number would remain with just the polite nods they exchanged as they left the decorated room.

He truly hoped to forge a strong bond with each and every person he had met in there.

Zero and Nil, the 'Shifter' brothers; one the fun and bright one, and the other a calm and collected one—polar opposites, they were. And also, Oracle, the sweet and gentle girl they had no doubts would surely come to amaze them all in ways never thought possible.

Drake, the strange being capable of changing everything. Snake, the dragon at his side, his steadfast friend who was never willing to remain complacent.

Before they had left, however, they had settled with a name for themselves. And that was a pure entertainment all on its own.

"Team Changers? How… childish," nervously chuckled the dragon. "No offense, of course."

"Hmm… Yeah, we're adults here. We should use something more appropriate, I agree," hummed Zero as he rubbed his chin.

"Squad of Gods," Nil piped in, sounding blasé.

"We're not gods," laughed Drake, the joke quiet appreciated. "Anyone else?"

"Well, if no one has any ideas," he then looked to Oracle, every other male there following suit and causing the only girl to yelp in surprise. "What of you, milady? You seem to have an idea."

"W-Well, I'm not certain if it's entirely acceptable… I'll admit, it's a bit childish as well," she gulped, flushing.

"Oh, please! It's not like it'll be bad as mine," snickered Zero as he gestured to himself with a thumb.

"And certainly better than League of Myths," the moment Drake said that, everyone turned to him, raising an eyebrow. He just shrugged. "It's fun to dream, right? Well, Oracle? What say you?"

"W-Well…" It was hard not to laugh at the suggestion he made, or the ones the others had made before her. "H-How about… Council of Five?"

The name came to her quite easily, a sense of idea coming merely from a thought of reading a book she had once read many a lifetime ago. It was simple, it was poetic, and the name for a certain group she had seen mentioned in there was more than respectable.

But looking back at it now, she wondered if the thoughtful looks everyone had on their faces when she told them that was them trying to find a fault with the name or actually considering it.

She didn't say anything, however, merely resorting to remain silent in case they wanted to say anything.

And quite honestly, it didn't take too long before Nil spoke up first.

"Council of Five… Simple, short, yet sweet," he whistled, grinning. "I like it."

"I agree with the young one. I think I very much enjoy that sort of name," nodded Snake, not missing the sweat-drop coming from the 'Shifter'. "Then let us be known as that from this day on! The Council of Five!"

"Council of Five!"

"Council of Five, yeah! / Right."

"C-Council of Five..!"

Soon after, they left on good terms, and they were certain that working with one another was going to be a great experience for each of them. What Drake and Snake could hope for, however, was that things would go smoothly for the upcoming time.

Then again, if they had just managed to become good friends, then just about anything is possible, right?

In Another World, Untouched By Space and Time

"I quite enjoyed speaking to Oracle, she was a young pleasant dear, don't you think?" Hummed Snake in delight as he returned to his original size, looking at his friend, who was sitting on his throne once more.

"Agreed. So shy, so quiet. She's a lovely lass," chuckled Drake in agreement, stretching himself slightly. "I must… admit..!" A satisfying 'pop' from his shoulder. "It is strange that we have names now, don't you agree?"

"Well, times change. And I suppose, at this point, just about anything goes," he shrugged back. "I like this more… Having a name, working alongside others, it feels so strange."

"It's true, you know? Working in a team is always better than being alone," the man nodded, smiling a moment later. "Then again, we had never been alone to begin with, right?"

"That, you are right," chuckled the black dragon, his interest caught by the screen in the air. "Hmm?"

The both of them turned their attention to the screen in the air, seeing a familiar young monochromatic-haired gamer encounter three familiar fighters, only to be pulled into a strong hug. Behind the boy was a group of other fighters, with a man clad in red and white armour amongst them.

"Our young 'Protagonist' surely has come a long way, huh?" Chuckled Drake. "And I can only hope that he can handle the incoming challenges."

"I'm sure he can," Snake nodded, never felt more sure than ever. "I wonder how the others are… Oracle handles the 'Reincarnations', whereas Zero and Nil handle the 'Heroes', right?"

"Right," Drake nodded back. "Well, let's just kick back for now and see how our 'Protagonist' fares. You never know what happens when you relax."

It was a strange fact, but one that was true all the same.

In A Quiet Little Place

Oracle paced forth and back in her room, a hand on her chin as a worried expression marred her expression; it didn't stop her from looking so adorable to begin with, however.

She always knew that there were some things that she couldn't do. That she was powerless to change or stop. But she believed that, with her power, she could be able to do some things.

She wasn't a human now, anymore. She had powers, she could change things! But… the responsibility that came with it scared her to no end.

'No… No! The others are doing their job just the same, and they're not complaining! I shouldn't be too!' She decided, a newfound resolution burning in her heart. 'Alright. First, I just need to ensure that I actually do what I must do, and—'

Before she could do anything else, she found herself staring at a book on the table, glowing with an otherworldly power.

This was a way for her to monitor the progress of the worlds she was tasked with watching over, just like how Drake and Snake watched over their own through the screens. She didn't know what Zero and Nil used, but she would know next time, she supposed.

Picking up the tome and walking to a suitable chair, she sat down and peeled the pages open, seeing a black-haired boy, presumably fifteen, suddenly die as he remained lying down on a bed, a strange device encased around his head.

She frowned.

The worlds she was tasked with maintaining revolved around 'Reincarnation', which meant the original protagonists from a world… die. It was then that she had to bring in another person from another world, which was more specifically the normal version of the author, to deal with things.

She took in some air, trying to think through this properly. If she was going to do this… she had to do this right.

Right now, a person had just died. And it was her responsibility as the caretaker of that world to ensure that the story was born.

Atop The Spiracle, Where Clouds Intersect

"You know, are you sure we should be staying here of all places?" Asked Nil as he looked down the edge of the tower, harsh, cold wind slamming into his face. He merely squinted his eyes by a bit. "We're going to be operating here from now on, you know."

"Yeah, I know," nodding, Zero merely pulled out a phone, a simple little gadget you should know what is. Tapping an app on it, it caused the screen to black out, before a buffering sign showed up. "Listen, we have absolutely no problem with this place."

"What makes you say that?" He asked back.

"Because we're 'Shifters', duh! We can just regulate our body temperatures so the cold doesn't really matter," snorted the older twin, getting a shrug of agreement. "So we're tasked with, what? Watching over the 'Heroes'?"

"Basically creating a new story composed of characters from a vast range of worlds. For example…" Humming, he looked down, the clouds making the ground impossible to see. Even enhancing his vision, all he could see was blurry white. "That."

Looking down on the screen of his phone, wondering if Nil truly was trying to point at it, he realized that he was staring at a living room with so many residents in there, comprised out of an anthropomorphic black cat, another cat wearing a yellow jacket with a sword and two girls with cat features—one a little girl with white hair and the other with a buxom figure and black hair.

"Those aren't the only ones, you know," scoffed the silverette as he walked over to his brother, creating a chair from just his back and sitting on it, the chips disintegrating to merge with the chair and become more solid. "It's going to get busy."

"Hah! I can agree with you on that!" Snickering, Zero closed his phone before talking again. "Come on, we've got much to do! Let's get things started!"

Sighing, a certain Nil Kata would be forced to deal with the antics of his brother, Zero Taka, who proved to be a handful. One that, despite all the troubles he brings, he was not willing to part with.

Out of the corner of his eyes, if Zero focused enough, he would have seen his brother smile.

Life got better for all of them, after all.

Somewhere Else

"Hachoo!"

"Ender, are you alright?"

Sniffing, looking to his door, Ender realizes that it had been Layla who came up to check on him, smiling sweetly.

He blinks for a moment, thinking of how much of a fool he was making himself look like, before he decides to get off his chair, scratching the back of his head.

"Umm… I'm fine, yeah. Just felt the willies," he offered, chuckling. "Sorry if I worried you. How are the others?"

"They're doing fine. Terry's busy practicing his arrow shooting, Chris is buying the groceries with Lyn, Luna's asleep, and Lucy's on a phone call with a friend," answered the blond girl, smiling all the way. "And you, mister! You should get some rest. Always busy on your stories."

"Haha… What can I say? It's become a hobby at this point," he laughs back, stifling a yawn. "So hey, where's mom and dad?"

"Your mom's having tea with her friends, and your dad's trying to fix the sink. Chris accidentally broke it again," she giggles in response, having expected the groan to come.

"Seriously? God damn it… I understand that he's not the most careful person out there, but does he have to break it again? Troubling my dad almost everyday," he sighs, following the girl out of his room. "If it isn't the showerhead, it's a plate. And if isn't a plate, it's the damn PS4 controller!"

"Oh, hush now. You know he's not doing any of that on purpose. He's just… very clumsy," it may not have sounded enough, but he knew that was the simplest description there is.

"I swear, if he breaks one more item in this house, I'm grounding him for a week," the teenager scoffed, going down the stairs.

*Twak!*

"Crap!"

"Sorry!"

An arrow had somehow found its way to the wall just close to him, almost close to striking him, had he not swerved his hip to the right.

"S-Sh*t…" Gulping, the British-Indian teenager ran up the stairs, pulling the arrow out. He looked to Ender, a terrified look. "Don't tell Luna."

"Y-Yeah, it's fine," he nodded back, smiling. "Had fun with archery?"

"Meh, it's going quiet fine, yeah. I mean, I like to think that I've improved a bunch now," he nodded back, spinning on his heel with an arrow hitched on the bowstring, pulling it back and letting the arrow fly towards a random fruit on the dining table, straight in the centre. "Nailed it."

"Yeah, I can see that," gulped the ravenette, the blonde beside him nodding in agreement.

If there was one thing that they could agree on, it was that Terry was one hell of an archer. Having been raised in the wild fields of Africa, that was just how things were.

"Oh hey, I just realized, isn't Mystery Diners on right now?" Terry suddenly brought up, his friends blinking at his words before the boy gasped.

"Crud, you're right! I've never watched it before, I need to watch it now!" Nodding vehemently, he rushed into the room, making sure not to trip over a sleeping Luna. "Sorry…"

He knew that she would never be mad with him, for some strange reason, but that was no reason for him to step on her, let alone step on anyone.

Layla and Terry shared a look, laughing together. If there was one thing they knew about their friend over there, well… if he wasn't in one spot, he was too busy being somewhere else.

In his room, however, from the large iMac computer on the table, a certain light seemed to form out of the screen, before it faded out. It was now a certain fact that, out of everything else, things have changed. Both for this family, both for everything, and for the Council of Five.

There was a lot to expect, it seems.

Author: Ehem, a short intermission.

Drake: Why did you decide to post this in 'Hacking Game of Bytes'?

Author: Good question. I guess I just... wanted to?

Oracle: That's... logical.

Zero: Yup! If you felt like doing something, then just do it! Right, brother?

Nil ignores his brother, instead spending his time on reading a book he had picked up.

Zero: Pfft, spoilsport.

Drake: Leave him be. It's already a busy day, who knows how things will be after this.

Snake: Well, we'll just have to do what we've always done; progress the story.

Author: Hey, I'm the one who's writing all the chapters, you know! At least appreciate me a bit more.

Drake: Oh, of course! Thank you for all your hard work, dear author!"

Oracle: I-Indeed! You've done so much for us.

Zero: Can't disagree with that. Writing at least eight thousand words for each chapter... Ddaeng!

Beside Zero, Nil raises a thumbs-up, indicating that he does indeed agree with his brother's words.

Author: Hehe, thank you, thank you! Well, that's all there is to say, I guess. Lots of changes, lots of things to expect, and more good stuff (hopefully). And I'm going to go see what anime's are there to watch! Well, here's hoping for a good future and doing our best, guys!

Council of Five: Right!