Z has been chasing Zero and calling him “Master” for hundreds of years. The whole universe is used to it.
Zero says, “You're still twenty thousand years too early,” but secretly has Hikari custom-make weapons for his disciple. Z even knows all his favorite mochi flavors.
Until one day, Z charges into battle alone and his right arm is torn apart into particles of light.
Hanging over the ruins, his Color Timer flashing frantically, all he can think is, “I wonder if Master will give me a bigger share this time.”
Zero storms into the battlefield, his face grim.
He picks up the severed arm, hoists Z over his shoulder, and leaves.
In the Silver Cross corridor, Z hears him say in the lowest of voices:
“Hero, my ass.”
“...You're worth at least one.”
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