Omake: Just send down some Space Marines.

Everyone was gathered, including all of the followers in Wave, numbering at around 600 people. In front of them stood Kazuo, Kenji, Haruka, and Hikari, standing atop a slightly raised platform.

But before they could start the meeting, they noticed several dozen men appearing from the bushes behind their ranks.

There was a moment of tense silence as everyone stared at each other uncertainly for a few seconds until finally...

"Gatō's goons are coming for us! Grab your weapons!" Kazuo yelled out loudly while unsheathing his own blade he had armed himself with.

But before he could charge, a Kunai flew towards and struck him in the shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain before collapsing onto the ground with a loud thud.

"Kazuo!" Haruka shouted worriedly as she rushed over towards her fallen comrade, but a second Kunai embedded right in front of her foot. She stumbled backward immediately after seeing this, narrowly avoiding being struck by yet another one of these flying knives.

"Fools! Did you think we wouldn't notice!? I know how to deal with rats like you!" A voice rang out from the small hill that served as their meeting place. And there stood Gatō, his hands on his cane.

"Gatō." Hikari hissed angrily under her breath.

"And just what were you fools planning? To overthrow me? To start a rebellion?" He spat vehemently towards everyone present here today. "You think you can take my power away!? Well, I will show you all something about who truly rules this land!"

He raised his hand high above his head, motioning for someone behind him.

4 people wearing a variety of masks emerged from the shadows behind him.

"You..." Kazuo muttered weakly upon seeing those figures, even from afar it was clear they were dangerous. Every single one of them had a certain aura around them, an air of death and killing intent emanating from their bodies.

The worst was the tallest one, the one with a sword- no, tt was too big to be called a sword. Massive, thick, heavy. Indeed, it was a heap of iron that could only be called a greatsword.

Zabuza Momochi.

"So, what should we do? Kill them all?" One of the masked men asked cheerfully, his voice coming out muffled and distorted thanks to his mask.

Gatō frowned slightly at those words but shook his head eventually before answering back. "No. Not yet anyway... Bring me the leaders."

But before he could continue further, a loud roaring sound filled everyone's ears, making every single person present tense up instinctively due to pure survival instincts kicking in. They turned their heads upwards just in time to see something falling from above.

A massive metal container landed atop the hill with a resounding boom! The ground shook violently underneath everyone's feet as dust clouds billowed around its impact site.

"What!? What is this?" Gatō shouted furiously while stumbling backward unsteadily due to the sudden shockwave sent throughout the entire area by whatever crashed down here.

As quickly as it came, however, everything fell silent once again... Until the metal object opened slowly, revealing armored warriors within.

They were tall, almost two meters and a half. Their armor was bulky, full plate with a long cape behind them, colored blue with some accents of gold. A helm covered their faces, leaving nothing visible besides the two glowing red eyes coming from the eye sockets.

Each carried a sword and a weird object, one that looked like a metal crossbow without arms or a string. Instead, a cylinder full of smaller cylinders was attached on top.

"For the crime of heresy against The Emper- The Watcher." A loud voice boomed out from the helmet. "I hereby sentence you to death."

With that, all hell broke loose.

The warriors pulled the trigger of their strange weapons, unleashing bolts of light towards the mercenaries that came with Gatō, bolts that pierced through them easily, and it didn't seem to matter if they wore armor or not.

Zabuza himself had to move quickly to avoid a beam aimed at his head, barely blocking it with his blade. His entire body tensed up after seeing it barely pierce through his Kubikiribōchō. It wasn't a beam, but a metal round fired at an extreme speed. Something that could probably pierce his head clean off if he didn't block it.

He wasn't the only one though, one of the other ninjas wearing a breather mask barely managed to dodge, and even then, he got grazed by one of those metal shells on his leg, blasting a hole right through it.

"Hmmmmm, Brother Marinus, these Heretics are fast enough to dodge our bolter rounds, call for a bombardment."

"Yes, Captain Commandus, calling for Macro Cannon support now!" A warrior shouted after pressing on something in his helmet, a few seconds something started glowing in the sky above them. Gatō would have probably pissed himself if he weren't busy running away.

The last thought in Zabuza's mind before a massive shell fell from the sky was that this was bullshit. His men and everyone else died the moment the Macro Cannon shell made contact with the ground, vaporizing everything in a two hundred-meter radius.

***

Everyone present stood silent after witnessing such a thing, their minds having trouble keeping up with what just happened...

"Who... Who are they?" Hikari asked carefully while staring at these warriors in awe mixed with fear.

"We are the Watcher's Angels, mortals." One of the warriors spoke out calmly before continuing further. "We stand between your realm and chaos, small c chaos, not big C Chaos."

"Oh... Okay." Kenji muttered quietly under his breath, mind too fried by everything that just occurred.