In the castle of Novelic, the main base of the remnants of despair's operations, agonised screams could be heard from the training grounds. A burly giant of a man, Nekomaru, was training the despair's army, a nine-tailed whip in hand as he watched the miserable worms toil.

"Work harder then this!" He barked; his shout echoing though the castle courtyard. "What the fuck do you think I'm training you for? A playdate?" The man lashed his whip at the ground for emphasis.