Prologue

Owari Ryutarou

___________________________

“You know the difference between watching a documentary of a lion eating a zebra and a zebra running away from a lion?” the man in front asked me a question, while casually walking on the aisle of corpses and bones piled like a carpet. This place was called Skull Island. Even an elementary student would guess the name of the island unlike some buffoons I knew. “It’s the fact where you choose which side you are on. If you first watched the zebra getting eaten by the lion, you’d feel tragic for the zebra. But if you watched the lion eating the zebra, you’d say it’s the circle of life."

The sound of heavy wind and rain rang in my ears, a testament to the power and strength of the forces of nature. But really though, it was better than listening to whatever nonsense this nutjob standing over me was spewing

As I came to, I found myself on the ground, having been beaten by the fellow in the pirate hat. I tried to stand up, only to feel m