_-++_THE FOUNDER_++-_

★The phantom master★

Ambition: an eager or inordinate desire for some object that confers distinction, as preferment, honor, superiority, political power, or fame; desire to distinguish one's self from other people.

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*Tsuyoshi Kosuke* Founder of Skycross nation! A name which he'd bestowed unto the miniature country he ran as an entire school. A shadow figure on a meticulously coordinated experiment. One, involving his innate desire to be brought into the neon lights of reality.

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Haven been the sole survivor of the "Tsuyoshi Family" assassination. Mr Kosuke's detrimental past led him on an escapade.

Imagine a 22year old. Housed on the plages of wealth. Saddled with not a care in the world. And why would he care? The guy was born into one of the most influential family in all of Kyoto.

Yet, with just three shots of a firearm. Those silk veils came draping down.

First roll of the barrel.

...His father!

Second roll.

...His mother!

And third?

...His older brother!

The public deemed him lucky.
At the time, he'd just barged out of his father's study. His intention? To seek refuge from the blazing fire set ingnite by their heated argument.

“Kouske!...KOUSKE!!!”

-He stopped. Turning to face the hefty man who'd been drenched in his own musky sweat. Grunting and growling as he inhaled the fumes of his blistering rage. Whereas, a look of contempt plastered itself all over Kouske's face. His black eyes glistened in disregard towards the man infront of him. His Father. Mr Tsuyoshi himself.

“Soshite, naze yamenakereba naranai nodeshou ka?
[And, why should I stop?]
(そして、なぜやめなければならないのでしょうか?)”

Asked Kouske. His mind was dead set on leaving.

Okay yes! He was young, brimming with potential, life, energy. But he wasn't even the first heir to the family.

So then why?

Why should he take it easy?

All he wanted to do was to have fun! Indulge in as much youthful pleasures that his heart could take. Instead of waste his depleting time, rotting in a mental bared cage. Otherwise known as a school. When he could be out there! exploring the world! and dominating.

-I hear you brother.

“YOU!” Mr Tsuyoshi growled,
“Do you plan on wasting your life partying? Are you on a mission to tarnish the family NAME?!”

“What if I say I am?!”

Kouske's response stunned Mr Tsuyoshi Into deepened silence. His son's expression read of nothing.

-Except evident nonchalance!

“I don't care about your stupid ass company wars, and family name bullcrap okay? Cause Frankly, I don't give a flying Fuck. Shinji's already gonna take over when you DIE! So don't go expecting me to dive head first into your stone valley of whims just to meet your every fucking need!”

Mr Tsuyoshi couldn't believe his eyes and ears. All this was coming from Kouske? The same Kouske? The little philosopher?

WAS THIS THE SAME KOUSKE??????

-Okay, okay geez we get it. Gosh!

No. It wasn't.

His son would never have turned out like this on his watch.

-Well the author made it seem like he did. So...

NO!

He made sure they both fell in line. One one hand, there was Shinji. Though dealing with his illness was a pain in the ass. He could still count on the fact that the boy would follow his ordain to the latter, no questions asked. That boy didn't have the guts to rebel. Except, that was the problem. He was too fucking weak!

What was the plan again?

Right!

Make Shinji the man in charge only by word of mouth. Then, have Kouske run the show from within the shadows. Shinji would be the one constantly flocked by the media. His true role in the company would be to face the press and go on attending silly balls, banquets and those pointless meetings constantly being held. Where they talk about God knows what!

The only catch?

He would have to consult his little brother before making any business decision.

So then why?

Why was Kouske so hard to control all of the sudden? This behavior was going to ruin his plan!

-Why are the parents in this novel so messed up in the head? The guy just wanted to party.

Finally, on the other hand. Mr Tsuyoshi sang Kouske's praises because of the boy's inability to be benimd.

If he can just keep up this ideal then. No one in Kyoto...

NO!

no,

no,

no,

no,

no,

Fuck That!

....No one, in all of JAPAN would be able to bring him down.

It was genius!

So, he gave the boy freedom to act as he wished. Buy luxury, travel abroad whenever he wanted, have sex all around the mansion with as many mistresses he could handle.

He let him do, EVERYTHING!

-Pretty dumb move man!

Wa-was there a flaw in his plan? A shim preventing the closet from closing?

-Uh..Yes! yes there was.

“Look Dad!”

“Huh?”

“I know you don't even mean well. But, i'll have you know i've gotta a life to live, and I won't let any body...including you! Ruin my lifestyle because of some fucking business warfare. Especially since sooner or later? One of your enemies are eventually gonna get to you!”

-It's the irony of life.

Mr Tsuyoshi flinched at his sons statement. Cold sudor rolled down from his forehead, into his bushy brows, sliding across the corner of his eye, over the bridge of his nose, and then finally collated on the top of his plum lip, -diffusing. If he couldn't chain this boy down now. All hell was gonna come for him. Forget competition. The boy talked about him dying like it was a causal topic. That thought just didn't sit right with him.

-Oh YEAH...that means if he wanted you dead. You'd be wasted without so much of a second thought. Too bad the assassin's got to you first. Maybe your son would have been more merciful. know? He'd give you a discount on funeral costs.

Mr Tsuyoshi's heartbeat pounded in rage. Pushing him to slam his massive palms unto his desk-table. The force of impact repelled any other sound. Only beastly growls lingered round the dingy atmosphere.

Shimmering moonlight speckles seeped in through the translucent curtain-fabric. Luminating the eery room in a lustrous serene glow. Mr Tsuyoshi's furious eyes twitched in annoyance.

“If you don't do as I ask boy. I'm gonna cut you off from EVERYTHING! And when I'm done with you? You won't be left with a single yen to your name...You'll... ”

“You can't do it!”

“Uh? What are you---”

Swaggerly, Kouske stared down his father. Not a single shred of respect coated his tone.“You, need me, and whether you like it or not! We both know Shinji won't be able to handle the oppression that comes with running the business. Even if he thinks he can. I'm the only one who can manage the company. That's why I know...YOU, CAN'T, DO, IT!”

Mr Tsuyoshi grinned, his boiling rage caused his bulging neck veins to throb. “It seems you have no idea who your father is right? Mark my words boy, you're gonna come crawling back to me...and when you're on your knees begging and groveling...”

Kouske watched the man blankly. As if every word begin spoken was nothing more than a passing breeze.

-A silent fart.

“Keep yapping all you want old man. I'm still not going overseas. Although, If you do want me to attend college? Then fine, I will, but! i'll only go whenever it happens to benefit me and my interests. Till then?

Watashi no sonzai o wasurete kudasai
[FORGET I EXIST]
(私の存在を忘れてください.)
Now, if you'll excuse me? I've got a party to attend.”

-Damn! He just disowned himself.

Kouske stretched his arm over his head, easing tensed muscles. He was only an arm stretch away from the door knob, however, he ceased to proceed. Side glancing at his father. The man's head was neck bent in defeat. His size may have been menacing, but that was all he had going for him. When it came to actual confrontation? The man was a wuss. What a burden?

Kouske sighed.

“Pathetic!”

“What?”

“They are all pathetic! Didn't they know my Father had more than one son?”

“Eh? I-I wouldn't know Master Kouske-san.”

“Tell me Fuji. How much is our family actually worth? Digit wise.”

“You-you mean your net worth? Well...”

“You know what? don't worry about it!” Kouske sprung up from his father's former seat, then threw his shiny black suit jacket over one shoulder. Using his fingers to hold unto the collar.

“Uh? Master Kouske-san! Were are you headed?”

“I've got a meeting with a few investors.” He answered, glanced at the digital wall clock on the desk-table, then proceeded to leave.

“Then...Shall I accompany you Master?”

Kouske smiled. Looking over his shoulder like a woman in deep love.

“Mochinron!
[Ofcourse!]
(もちろん! )”

[---(AT THE KOTEI)---]
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Their car parked on a free parking space outside the confines of a massive building. When Mr Kouske and Fuji got down from the vehicle. Fuji immediately exclaimed in disbelief, unable to suppress his shock any longer.

“Masutā! Koko wa shushō no bessōdesu!
[Master! This is the prime ministers villa!]
(マスター! ここは首相の別荘です! )”

Fuji looked to Mr kouske, awaiting an explanation. The man stood tall. His dark blue hair was gelled to perfection. A wild smile decorated his face. His expression was that of an optimistic go-getter. One who was ready to take on the world. He straightened his back, adjusted his suit jacket, and dusted his sleeves. An effulgent man of his stature was to be deemed the 'epitome of class'. Ignoring Fuji's question, Kouske begun walking into the building.

“Master?...Uh? Master please hold on!”

"THE KOTEI" was the executive villa of Japan's Prime Minister. However, The Tsuyoshi family had no connection to the head of state. Or...did they?

-Enough with the rethorical questions. I don't think my eyes can take anymore.

Corporately dressed men sat in orderly fashion by a wide oval shaped table. Their sight's were directed towards the Prime Minister. They'd been conversing about state affairs when from out of nowhere -The doors sung open!

“Sir... please wait you can't go in there!”

“HI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I PRIME MINISTER-SAMA!!!!!!!!”

All the corporate officials, including the Prime Minister threw sharp gazes at Kouske.

-The audacity of this boy! Why do I like it so much?

The men present became agitated. A grump ancient man, spoke in a cracked husky voice, hinting old age. “Who are you boy? Don't you know you can be arrested for...” The prime Minister lifted his palm demanding the old man's silence. Everyone turned to each other, as confusion flurried the room. Their aging inquisitive minds became unable to comprehend what the Ministers intentions were. In a sharp daggered tone the Prime minister commanded.

“Everyone?...OUT!”

The corporates murmured and chattered amongst themselves. A tidal wave of silent war overcast the peace that had spiraled the atmosphere early before. They were baffled. Who was this boy? What right did he have to barge into the villa like he did?

-Like I said. The Audacity!

The Prime Minister glared sternly at them all. And like a teacher ready to pounce on his wavering students, his patience was losing this marathon.

“Well?...”

Their mouths were opened stiff. Some of them even thought it was a joke. “Do you all plan on losing your jobs?” The Minister asked bitterly. The officials were stunned. The Minister was serious!

-Yeah man, no shit!

Reluctantly, each member begun packing up their files and documents, some gifted Kouske death glares. The guy didn't give two shits about them. "They're not an important factor to my plan anyway." He thought .

-Not yet they aren't.

In a span of about two minutes, everyone except Kouske, Fuji and the Prime Minister exited the board room.

“You'd better have a good reason for being here Kouske!” The man said sharply. His no nonsense attitude, stole a bit of spotlight.

“Prime Minister-sama, why so grumpy? I just came by to visit, since...you weren't at my family's funeral. Care to explain?”

-Prime Minister-sama? The floors all yours.

The man's throat went dry. He battled hard to repress any evidence of guilt. “We-well...I-I was bu-busy. I'm Japan's head of state after all. It would be unbecoming to appear out of the blue. Especially not when your family and I had no close relation. Outside of business, that is.” He said, his restless composure hinted of anxiety. However, Kouske remained calm, keeping up cool scales as he listened. “Mmmm. Well, Since you were busy. I'll let you off the hook this time.” He chuckled deviously.

Meanwhile, Fuji stood quietly by the door. The exchange going between his master and the Prime Minister appeared serreal. “Since when did Master Kouske-san become cordial with the prime minister of Japan?” He wondered. As he was sure he'd never once seen Mr Tsuyoshi at the time, attend any meeting with the Minister. Usually he would stand by the man's side whenever he had a call, listening in just as he'd been instructed. It was safe to say the family trusted him with those kind of things.

-Wow! You'd think business men would be more paranoid.

But this was the Prime Minister!

"Could it be that Master Tsuyoshi-san had saved the Minister's contact as something else? No! that would be strange." He thought.

-That, would be strange? How the fuck would that be strange? Why save the name as 'Prime minister' when options like 'Prime Ministress' exist?

Especially since it was part of Fuji's job discrption to know absolutely everyone Mr Tsuyoshi had on his contacts. Both physically and virtually.

“Anyway. I'm here because of a business proposal.”

The minister raised a brow, his interest had been aroused. While, the bugled Fuji monitored the two by the sidelines. Looking on without so much as a peep.

“And what, dare I ask, is this business proposal?”

Feigning courtesy, Kouske remarked; “Come on now Prime Minister-sama. Let's have a seat first. Oh! Fuji can get us some tea--”

“No! that won't be necessary.” The Minster shot!

“Oh?”

“Look. I don't plan on entertaining your presence here for very long. Just say whatever it is you have to say and leave! Else? don't go blaming me for whatever happens when the security personnels come to extract you from here.”

-They seemed to have failed their 'one' job if you ask me. Like seriously, how did that guy get in without being shot down? Hmmm? Author-sama? I sense a plot hole.

The Minister, glanced at his dazzling wrist watch, -checking for time. “You have about ten minutes!” He said. Kouske swaggerly approached the Minister. Placing a firm grip on the man's brittle shoulder.

“Sit...DOWN!”
He commanded. Crushing down on the man's shoulder with full strength. Fuji stood there completely aghast. His legs nearly failed him. All of the sudden things had become tensed. The poor man was going crazy!

"THAT'S THE PRIME MINISTER FOR GOODNESS SAKE! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US MASTER?!" He lamented in his head. From his perspective, it looked like Kouske was threatening the Prime Minister.

-Tsk, tsk, tsk...sorry Fuji. But you're nothing more than a pawn in this game of chess.

“Now, let's get straight to it.”
Kouske pulled over a seat. Sitting maturely beside the Prime Minster. Resting his back on the swerving chair, as though he owned the place.

-Oh! He doesn't? I was beginning to think the man owned all of Japan.

“I want to build a school!” Kouske shot out in one breath. His words shocked Fuji and the Minister alike. Soon after, the Minister's shocked expression converted into one of silly amusement. His smile changed into a sly snigger, which then turned into an hysterically cackle. The veins on his head grew in size as he mocked Kouske with his laughter. Unable to restrain composure, the Minister jeered on, -sneering.

“Okay Kouske. Look, I think it's time for you to get going.” The man stood up boldly, and massaged his hurting shoulder. He smoothened out his red boxy tie. Then allowed a menacing grimace etch itself grandly on his usually serious face.“It's obvious you just wanted to make your displeasure known to me. You know? Since I didn't attend your family's funeral? Believe me when I tell you, it's a tragedy what happened. But, I'm glad one of you is still standing.” The Minister pulled out a cigarette from a packet. Putting it into his mouth, he mumbled; “Ha! a school. What an absurd--”

“SIT, YOUR FUCKING
ASS DOWN.
RIGHT NOW!!!”

Kouske's snapped! His angered voice bounced off the office walls as if redistributing feedback. If there hadn't been a window, his ear wrenching volume could've deafened even the birds soaring aimlessly on the outside.

*Scoffs*...

...I'd like to see him try!

In just one exchange, a pungent stench of burning ego's ventilated. Two clashing aura's faced each other in silent warfare. The environment suddenly became hazardous. A frightful expression such like the kind you'd see on the face of a scared hostage, who hoped to escape his captors, anulled the Minister's derisive smile. The man sat back down obediently. He took out the unburnt cigarette from his mouth then threw it to the ground. The fact he even did any of that, was like a massive jab to Fuji in the gut. What the hell was happening?

-You lost Fuji? Well, that makes two of us.

“Now. Like I said before. I want to build a school! And not just any school. The best one in the WhOLE WoRld!”

“A-a-and how do you intend on doing that?”

The minster stuttered, his shaky voice croaked in fear.

“I've gathered all my assets and compiled all my fortune. Now I've come to realize...I'll need some help. Which is were you come in. You OWE my family Nakamura! It's time to pay off your debt.” Kouske remarked wickedly.

-Dan dan da-a-a-a-a-a-a-an!!!!

Sweat rapidly rushed down the back of the Ministers neck. His spine stiffened in petrify. There was no escaping this one. And to think the boy called him by his first name.

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Racing relentlessly behind, Fuji shrilled breathlessly;

“Master Kouske-san! Master Kousk...Master Kouske-sa...”

“What is it Fuji?! I don't have time for your nonsense right now!” Kouske shot at him! Seemingly uninterested to know whatever it is the attendant had to ask. Panting, Fuji placed both his hands onto his bent knees gasping for air.

“I'm sorry master, it's, it's just that...yo-you never were the kind of person to care about school. So then why--”

“Why do I want to build one?”

Fuji straightened himself up. Though his breath sounded stressed. It was gradually becoming steady. -At best.

“Hai!
[Yes!]
(はい!)”

-Shouldn't you be asking that when your somewhere devoid of ease droppers? Better still get home first! Ugh, anyway...

Kouske flashed back to his meeting with the Minster. Before the man could respond to him, he'd requested for Fuji to excuse them. Now the room belonged to them alone.

-Ooooooh.

*Singing and clapping*...

....Kouske and the Minister sitting in a room. Do, y'all think I'm that childish?

*Stern*...

...Get your brains out of the gutters else the rain will wash It away.

“Tell me boy. Why do you want to build a school? What's your aim? Cause it's hilarious to think you'd risk using up all of your fortune, for such an enormous project. On one hand, it amazes me. The profound height of your ambition is baffling. While on the other, it shocks me, as to how stupid it all sounds. What business do you have in the educational sector?”

Kouske smirked, swerving his chair towards the pristine glass window which showcased a mesmerizing view of the city.

“I just...I want to create a legacy. I want to make history! One, draped in fathomless glamour. I intend to create a school...And not just any school! But a school run by, and is populated by students alone.

Prime Minister-sama, we live in a world of chance. Everyone everywhere, is treated based on what end of the social stratus they're on. Every new class one reaches? signifies growth and elevation. In some cases, people who aren't strong, or smart enough to climb up the hirearchial ladder are usually the ones left to toil on the baseless ground floor. Slaving and labouring away till eventually...they die. Given they even try to survive.

Look through the window, take a good look at the civilians out there for instance. They grind away relentlessly, all in attempts to lead better lives. And in so doing, some of them who left behind golden legacies have had it all burn away. Due to errors on their part. They've ultimately been forgotten. Now any proof of their existence has been wiped off the face of the earth.

And the others who don't have the luxury to accomplish their own agenda's independently?
Well, those are the people who turned away from integrity. They depend on corruption and prey on the weak. The majority of them don't mind leaching unto the wealthy and higher-ups in attempts to remain relevant.

You know what the problem with all this is? No one sees the bigger picture. They remain in their own niches and field of specialization because they believe it's what works for them. Better yet, they believe that's the only thing that 'will' work for them. Whereas, the true secret to success, depends solely on the kind of choices you make.

Connections!, Intel!, Knowledge! Strength!, Determination!, Gut!
The ability to get your hands dirty if need be!

Even if it means getting rid a few weak links. Those's who's sole purpose for existing is to serve as a flaw in your plan.

That! Prime Minister-sama, is the difference between the hungry, homeless man on the street, and you!”

“Me?”

“Yes, you! You were able to swallow your pride as a future minister and struck a deal with my dubious father. All to cury favour from the people. Knowing full well, his hands weren't clean. Just so you could secure your place in power. That one minor choice? Elevated your status into a seemingly unreachable epitome. And now?...The Power, prestige, wealth...”

“Hey! let's get one thing straight young man. I only did that because I love this nation and wanted to secure it's future. If I asked your father for a little bit of...assistance then---”

“You need'nth explain your reasoning to me. I couldn't care less. I don't give a damn about which direction your moral compass is facing! Cause I'm not one to judge. What I do want to know? Is how adolescents can cope on their own, if exposed to the brutal power tussle earlier than originally anticipated.”

“I'm afraid I don't get you boy.”

Kouske grumbled in tire and disappointment. Arcing his back in displeasure. "You'd think older people would be more sharp!" He thought.

“What I'm saying is...This school is going to be ruled by students. THEY! will the decide the rules, THEY! will choose who gets to teach them, THEY! will run the COUNTRY!....

Wait! Yes, yes, yes a Country! Why didn't I think of this before?!”

“I think I'm losing you again son.”

*Sigh*...

...keep up man!

Kouske sighed and got up from the chair, stretching his arms over his head. The look on his face suggested he was struck with an idea.“Get the officials in here sir! We've got a lot to discuss. I believe when they listen to what I have to say. This experiment is gonna benefit everyone who's involved.”

The Minster thought for a moment. Contemplating on the proposal. This idea was so wild and unconventional. Yet! His blood boiled in excitement. In truth there was so much to gain. A country run by students?

This would serve as a medium to hand pick the;

'Elites, Genius's, and Young brilliant masterminds.'

It humoured him to think he was standing there, wondering what it would be like to have a teenager in parilament.

Student life+ Politics.

-If you think about it. It's already being done. Still....

The crazy thought of Instilling a new system of government in an already existing concept actually drilled some iron in his bone. "Imagine a twelve year old who could understand the works and doings of how a nation is run." His mind ran wild in wonder.

Suddenly, the thought became scary. Still somehow, he was tempted to hurl orders at everyone, all to ensure the school would be constructed within seconds. "No, no be calm." He cautioned himself, taking in a deep breath.

Giving off a serious expression the Prime Minster nodded as if agreeing to the propaganda. “I'll have a meeting set up for tomorrow. Make sure to be here on time.” Kouske grew elated, his joy flew beyond his own grasp. At long last, his dream was becoming a reality.

-I'm still unsure what part of his speech convinced the Prime Minister to agree to this insanity.

Letting go of reminisce, Kouske responded; “Well Fuji, guess I just wanted to do some good on behalf of my father.” -He went into the car.

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Many days after the proposal was brought to light, deals were struck and contracts were signed. According to the terms of agreement;

Every member who had a hand in funding the construction of this wild fantasy. Would have their children gain full access to everything the school had to offer. In other words, their children were placed at the highest social stratus.

Why? you might ask.

-Because, that's just how life works!

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Aseop: Oh! Hi y'all just wanted to let y'all know before I forget, the author's got something to say to y'all. Okay your up!

*Leaves the stage for the author*

Authors address.

Hey guys! I hope y'all are becoming invested so far. Now, the premise of this novel was inspired by Anime, and some crazy ass manhua's I've read, mixed with a whole lot of IMAGINATION!

Anyhoo, my plan is to make this an episodic type novel. Those that know me and have read any of my books would notice, given they do notice. That I change my writing style in every book. In some books, I decide to use simple diction and narrow the story down to the end with effortless ease. Basically, this just means I put little to no effort in the writing style. But, there are others which I put extra effort into making sure the writing, wordings and sentence structures are better than the others. However, something that doesn't change? Is the fact that I write as though I'm the one literally narrating the story to you in person.

All I'm saying is, I don't have a definite writing style, so I like to experiment. For the moment I'm testing the waters to see if I can achieve my goal. And create... like I've written before, an 'Episodic novel'.

Another Chance:Falling for you. Is a very deep rooted story which revolves around my hidden experiences, feelings, and basically things I've sorta imagined. Each and every character whether minor or grand. All embody attributes, traits, preferences, flaws and faults that pertain to me, my personality and perhaps people I've been with, both from the past and currently. So, I'd suggest you Keep an eye out. You never know if a character was inspired by any of you. I'm directly talking to you...And by you I mean my friends who are reading this. Hehehe.

So...if some lines seem chessy...full of dark humor... Babyish even. Then just know it's most definitely, or just probably something I actually like. Better yet. Something I dislike, and am just highlighting.

Alright, now, I don't wanna delve in too deep. So I'll hand over to the narrator. Oh! And P.S! I may not appear all the time like this, so please bare with the narrator. If you didn't know, they're not just a character in the novel but also a literal personality that happens to exist in my mind. Call them my inner critic.

*Shoves the author to the side*

Okay, okay! We get it! Thanks for the TMI. I've already told em to call me Aseop. We don't need you interfering.

*Nagging*

You just had to come all up in our business all to give us boring info just so you can justify your lazy writing. We were all having a blast before you decided to come in here to spew all your nonsense. Now sho-o-o-o-o-o-o! Let em enjoy my narration.

Author: B-but I... *giggles* I just wanted to...

Aseop: That's EnoUGH!

*Soccer punches the author out of the novel*

Ah! done and dusted! Now that that's been taken care of. Let's continue with the story... In the next chapter that is!

Mwuhuhahahaha!!!!!!!

Or...Episode, if we're calling it that now...Ugh, that stupid ass bitch just ha-a-ad to confuse everyone. Whatever...

*Waves dismissively*

Just get out of here and wait for the next chapter. Oh! And vote.