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Prologue: The New Gate

The Quezon Memorial Monument, a large white monolithic tower-like structure which acts as the shrine housing the remains of the second Philippine president and serves as the centerpiece in the national park of the largest municipal city in the metropolitan capital of Manila, Philippines. Everyday, morning goers ply its grounds – joggers, Zumba enthusiasts, families and groups escaping the hustle and bustle city life, all enjoying the ambiance such a park could offer. So it was a worrisome bother to the folks present when a Hellenic-style archway mysteriously shimmered into existence right before the monument's entrance. As if the sudden appearance of the structure was not eerie enough its opening showed a darkened space beyond–a corridor which goes on deep within, when conventional logic dictates that such a thing is just not possible. A few minutes passed and a large crowd of onlookers soon gather around the gate

"Look! Something is coming out!" a bystander called out. The masses gathered instinctively backed away–a wise if not futile gesture– while murmuring there concerns when a massive creature resembling a bull, with metallic scales, emerged out. It curtly scanned the people present with hate-filled crimson eyes before giving out a baleful cry. At this point the crowd started to panic, many screamed, as they seek to flee from the monster before them. The creature in turn responded by breathing out a greyish billowing cloud from its mouth, spilling on to the grounds nearby and on to those unfortunate to be caught its smoking swath. Those lucky escaped with severe coughing fits, and their lives, for those not have had their entire bodies turned into stone, their moments of horror etched and preserved on their statue forms.

More monstrosities soon followed out of the portal to wreck terror and mayhem to the surroundings. Creatures of myth and legend come to life. Like the chimera, an amalgam of three beasts, namely that of a lion, a ram and a dragon, its fiery breath from the dragon's head burning anything its path and causing sporadic fires in its wake. The Minotaur, another bull-head creature that stands upright like a man, goring anyone in sight with its taurine horns or slashing them down with a great axe it wields. The dragon-like wyvern, it swops down upon its prey and carries it off to the air to be feasted upon before the remains are discarded to ground; it also stings those to death with its extremely poisonous barbed tail. These are but a few of the type of monsters that emerged, nameless others shorty tailed out of the gate to join the fray. Among of them were hordes of what could only be described as beastmen. Some sported hyena heads while bearing wicked polearms; others resembled the orcs from J.R.R. Tolkien's Lords of the Rings, armored and armed to the teeth.

Eventually the monsters spread and spilled out into the streets and other establishments of the city, leaving the Quezon Memorial Circle devoid of anything moving or alive, save for the arrival of the latest group of interlopers appearing out of the mysterious arch. These new arrivals, recognizably human in appearance, wore archaic armor and rode on horses, carrying crimson banners depicting symbols of an unknown nation. A man, heavily cloth in red robes, came forth from the vanguard of horsemen as he surveyed the surroundings, the sound of death and pandemonium can be heard in the distance.

"Yes. Yes, this place will do…" he mutters in an unfamiliar language. "Commander, have your men secure the area. This will be our base of operations." "By your orders!" snapped the human officer, giving a crisp salute by pounding his breastplate with his fist. He soon had the troops to secure the area and to begin establishing a base camp for the occupying army. The robed man glances up at the Quezon Monument, smirking. "A brave new world, ripe for the taking. And for the glory Thay, and all that."

The authorities were rather slow in responding to the extraordinary invasion that gripped the city. Many lives were lost before they could muster an organized counteroffensive, but when they finally got their act together the full might of the military was unleashed to deal with the otherworldly aggressors. Even if ill prepared and equipped, they somehow manage to neutralize the overall threat, although it would take many days to eliminate any remaining stragglers. A similar incident like this happen In Japan many months ago. Dubbed as the Ginza incident, for it was there the first gate appeared which spewed out men and monsters from another world. The Ginza Gate it would be known.

Word of the Quezon Gate would spread like wild fire to the international community, especially to the three superpowers: America, China, and Russia–who all saw themselves failing to exploit the Ginza Gate, no thanks to the Japanese Government, which they perceived as monopolizing the potential source of vast untapped resources. They would not make the same mistake with the Philippines, at least for the United States, who is considered a 'staunch' ally of that archipelagic nation, and would like nothing more than to take advantage of the situation there. In fact, the Philippine Government is pleading to the world to help them to deal with the problem of their gate.

"The Philippines?"

"That's right, Lt. Itami. We are sending you and Sergeants Kurata and Kuribayashi as part of the Japanese Contingent to Manila."

Youji Itami, age 33, a First Lieutenant and part of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces or JSDF. He is also known as the Hero of Ginza, when the first gate appeared in the Ginza District in Japan. Helping and saving citizens on that fateful day when strange men and creatures from another dimension invaded and sowed terror to many. Since then, he has been unremittingly involved in many events in the Special Region. His recent accomplishment was that of killing a dragon! But being a certified otaku, he would rather indulge with his passion than get further involve with the whole mess with the gate. And now there is this…

"Excuse me, sir," he continued, questioning his superior. "Correct me if I am wrong, but since when does the JSDF get to send forces to foreign soils. We've always maintained a self-defense posture, haven't we?" Of course he did not care much of that rubbish he spewed from his mouth. He was just trying to make a lame excuse, hoping somehow that they would not dump on him more troublesome work. His superior officer grunted, clearing his throat before responding.

"If you weren't so obsessed with your hobbies, you would come to know that our government has recently passed a bill, allowing the JSDF to go above and beyond in its active role in world affairs. What this means exactly is we are now in par with the America, in sending troops to trouble spots around the globe. And, we can devout our military resources to that regard."

Indeed, Itami has been scarcely aware with the current events in the world ever since he was assigned to the Special Region. Not that really gives much of a rat's ass on that kind of stuff anyway. All he needed was his doujin and online novels to give him joy and satisfaction. Noticing that his First Lieutenant's expression was lost in transit over the conversation, the commanding officer steered the topic–giving some assurance to his subordinate.

"Don't worry, Itami. You and your team are just going to be there for three months, serving as observers and advisers there. To give some insight to our Philippine counter-"

"Excuse me? What did you just say?"

"I said, you'll be going there as observers and advisers-"

"No. Before that?"

"You mean being there for three months-"

"Three months? That long?"

"That's right. What seems to be the problem?"

"I'm going to miss this latest doujin that is going to be out. In two months time-"

"I-T-A-M-I!"

In the end, Youji Itami had little choice on the matter. As the saying goes, there is no rest for the weary.