Promo?
As the camera flickers to life, a young-looking boy stands in front of it, looking rather relaxed.
"Nishishishi~! Oh, good! I finally got it to work! Ahem... My name is Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader~! I'm getting reeeeeeal lonely here, so I was wondering if I could get a promo on here? Pretty ple-?"
At that moment, five children bounded into the room, roughhousing and playing with one another as they spoke to Kokichi.
"Hey, Kokichi, are we gonna go for that run? You promised, remember? You can't just keep Lord Masaru Daimon waiting, you know! No matter what kind of leader you are!"
"And I do believe you said you'd help me with my science homework, since it's never been my best subject. If you have time, I could also use assistance with my essay."
"And... if it's okay with you, of course, you... you also said you'd make some paintings with me... But I understand if you don't wanna... I'm too ugly for you to want to spend time with me..."
"Ooh, and we've gotta play dress-up and tea party, remember? I even got Miss Scuttlesworth dressed up all adorbs, too, so you can't just skip out on it this time!"
"Plus, you've said you wanted to help Monaca with her inventions, and Monaca's finally ready to let you. Don't mess it up, or else Monaca will be really mad at you!"
"Whoops... Forgot to lock the door..."
He chuckles a little.
"These are my kids, Masaru Daimon, Nagisa Shingetsu, Jataro Kemuri, Kotoko Utsugi, and Monaca Towa. I adopted them after they went through Future Foundation, and they're all the little leaders of my heart."
He kneels down, ruffling Masaru's hair, since he was in the front, and smiles.
"I'll play with all of you after this, okay? Promise. But until then, go play nicely together on your own, okay? I'll be there in a minute."
The kids nod and run off, roughhousing and playing once again.
"Aaaaaanywhoooo... Do you guys think we could get a promo? Pretty please?"
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“Ah, so you’re the one who took custody of the Warriors. I can’t say I care much for you in particular, but I surely hope they haven’t exhausted you too much.” Speaking with an almost overpowering boredom, the long haired person looked over this ‘Ultimate Supreme Leader’ perhaps trying to come to some conclusion of sorts, whatever he’s thinking he probably doesn’t plan on telling you.
"Yeah, well the feeling is mutual, buddy. I don't care much for you, either. I only invited you here because you're someone the Warriors know and trust, and you've known them for a long time. Or maybe that's just a lie. Not like I plan on telling you anytime soon. Nishishishi~!"
“I surely hope you don’t intend to talk about lies for the whole conversation... That would get dull fast, but as the Ultimate Hope, I should try somewhat to be a better role model.” Izuru sighed, he never was too big on the pedestal he was suddenly forced onto.
"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. Either way, it's none of your business. And for the record, for someone who claims to be the Ultimate Hope, I just feel more and more hopeless the longer I continue to look at you. Seriously, dude, you have the personality of sandpaper."
“Hmm, personality of sandpaper. I find myself being told that often... I suppose compared to someone like you I’d be rather dull. But everything is more or less dull nowadays... How boring.”
"What is your problem, dude? Seriously, you're as bland as rice! Don't you think you should have some personality quirks? Or... y'know... a personality at all, for that matter?"
“I just see no purpose. Any quirk, or personality would come out as mimicry at best. I was made for talent, anything else was pushed aside. It’s a long story, not one worth telling. I doubt you’d believe it.”
"I doubt I wouldn't, actually. I've been through a lot. Nothing really surprises me anymore. You could say that a unicorn gave you this kind of personality, really. Besides, I'm pretty good at detecting liars."
“Hopes Peak experimented on me. I wasn’t a person to them, but a lab rat for their sick scheme to make artificial talent. Pass memories, emotions, and hobbies were pushed to the back-burner. I was no longer a human. ‘Hajime Hinata’ I had become talent, a figure head. Nothing more than the Ultimate Hope ‘Izuru Kamukura.’ Anything that made me human has been tucked far away.” Geez, talk about getting serious all of a sudden. With no stutters or doubt visible, he firmly stated his case.
