Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?

<=Notice: In order for the user to bring out the most potential from the [Totem of the Gallum Brothers], it has been deemed prudent that the user experiences who the Gallum Brothers were. As such, while the user is still in a semi-concious state, the entirety of their life story will be displayed. Enjoy.=>

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Note that the following is technically an abridgement, as the writer of this work is aware that this arc is a bit dragging.

Don't blame us; blame the fact that we have a minimum word limit.

______Oh my god, who said that...? _________

The Lava Flow Plains.

Despite the name, the Lava Flow Plains wasn't actually home to any active volcanoes; rather, the name came from the fact that the plains used to be covered in active lava flow until it had cooled down and become the modern homeland to thousands of nomadic tribes.

Now amongst these tribes, there were hundreds of notable warriors and sages that would go on to burn their names into the annals of history, but there were countless more that would burn out before doing so.

This story pertains to a trio that should've been the former but ended up becoming the latter because of a series of bad decisions that were for all the right reasons.

A trio known as the Gallum Brothers.

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"Hurry up, you slowpokes!"

"Slow down, Maha! Slow down!"

"That's rich, coming from you, little brother!"

"Bahaha!"

In the not-so-distant past, one of the most powerful tribes at the time was the Furious Mustang Tribe.

This group of rough riders was said to carry the blood of an aether beast god remembered as the Emperor of All Horses and was known across the plains for keeping a wide variety of horse-type aether beast herds in check, despite many of the breeds they reared being famously unable to get along with one another.

It's been often speculated that the former was the reason for the latter, but that was hard to determine due to the fact that most members of the Furious Mustang Tribe were actually humans.

Under the leadership of Chief Gallum, the Furious Mustang Tribe occupied a relatively high place amongst the thousand tribes and was respected by all.

But it was his three sons, the Gallum Brothers, that this respect was cemented into the members of the younger generation as well.

"Haha! Looks like we're going to win again, little brothers! First cut of lamb is mine tonight!"

"Fat chance!" *2

The eldest, Mahaa Gallum; the second son, Baad Gallum; and the youngest, Chool Gallum, were the pride and joy of not only the chief but also the entirety of the Furious Mustang Tribe.

These three brothers were prodigies that had taken to the sacred formulas of the tribe like fish to the sea and had even managed to acquire lifelong mounts that carried the bloodlines of Saint-Level aether beasts and had unusual talents that made them more powerful in comparison to their regular herdmates.

Mahaa's Oceanic Charger had scales that were as tough as steel plates, Baad's Black Cloud Mustang exhibited speeds that made them appear as if they could fly, while Chool's Scarlet Strider had stamina and power that seemed to rival the flames of a volcano.

By themselves, the Gallum brothers were forces of nature that sent even the hardiest and most vicious of warriors running back to their mothers.

When they worked together, though, entire armies seemed to fall to their feet in both respect and fear of them.

In other words, if Chief Gallum was the man that had brought the Furious Mustang Tribe into a golden age, then the Gallum Brothers were going to be the ones to maintain and even surpass it.

But alas, that was not meant to be.

Like any outstanding faction, the Furious Mustang Tribe had attracted allies and enemies in equal measure and had a duty to deal with both in a manner that was appropriate for both.

One such ally had been dragged into a war with an enemy that required them to ask for assistance from others, which included the Furious Must Tribe.

Compelled by bond and blood, Chief Gallum led himself, his sons, and his army to assist in the war effort and fight against this ruthless foe that their allies had unwittingly angered.

It was during this war, though, that tragedy struck.

Now, to be clear, the Mustang Tribe did not lose their chief in pitch battle; their armies weren't devastated by a great and terrible enemy, nor did they suffer from a horrific curse that would plague their bloodline for generations on end.

Instead, as luck and fate would have it, the Gallum Brothers were captured as prisoners of war…after their beloved steeds were slaughtered in battle.

^YOU BASTARDS!^

^I'LL KILL YOU!^

^You'll pay! You'll all pay!^

In other words, a mundane tragedy that would get swept away under the tapestry of history.

After losing their beloved mounts, the Gallum Brothers were understandably incensed and had wanted nothing more than to escape from their bonds and exact revenge upon the killers of their steeds.

The enemy understood this fact well and knew better than to keep such malefactors close at hand, and they just so happened to need a boost to their financial situation.

Before Chief Gallum could rescue his sons, before the Gallum Brothers could break loose and wreak havoc, the enemy had shipped all three of them off to a slave mine that asked no questions and provided ludicrous returns per slave.

This place was known as the [Mines of Malevolence].

^This place is a dump.^

^What the fuck is up with the warriors guarding this place?^

^I don't know, but the aura here is…dark.^

The [Mines of Malevolence] had a reputation of grinding even the most stalwart of warriors into being nothing more than drooling idiots who understood nothing but the food in their mouths and the pickaxes in their hands. As such, the enemy assumed that the infamous Gallum Brothers would meet their demise here in the mines or, at the very least, fade into obscurity as their legacies disappeared alongside their minds.

However, they had underestimated the resilience of these three brothers.

As well as just how clever the trio actually was.

While in those dark and dank mines, the trio had made it a habit to observe the movement of all of the "kaijin", the frequency in which the mine's overseer went on his fucked-up little hunting trips, and which caravans were going to show up in order to exchange slaves for gold.

It took the brothers a little over a year to have most of the information jotted down and memorized, but it was enough for an escape attempt that had a ninety-nine percent success rate.

If they had followed through with this idea, the Gallum brothers would've been freed, and they would've written their names down in history after returning to the Lava Flow Plains, becoming known to the world as the ones who unified the thousand tribes.

But alas, none of that happened because they had decided to listen to their hearts instead of their heads.

In the time they had spent in the mines, the brothers had gotten close with several other slaves, with the eldest even falling in love with a Bloodliner named Maggie, and realized that if they left on their own, if they escaped, then there would be no one to help their friends.

If they left, there was a very high chance that by the time they returned with help, all of their loved ones would be slaughtered or left as mindless husks at the bottom of a corpse pit.

In light of this revelation, the three brothers attempted to stage a rebellion in order to take down Dante the Overseer and claim the mines and the freedom of their friends.

Unfortunately, the only thing the brothers found at the end of this foolish attempt at rebellion was death for themselves and punishment for their friends.

In other words, it was a tragically pointless ending for a group of would-be heroes that were destined for greatness.

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Then again, maybe their mortal lives were just a prologue to something greater.

…Somewhere, beyond the stars…

In a vast empty plain, with a sky of endless stars above and an infinite sunset on the horizon, three horse-mounted warriors rode across it as if they were one with the environment and the universe itself.

These three warriors were once brothers in life and seemed to hang on to this idea in death as well, their spirits forever riding with one another on the plains of infinity.

A fitting afterlife for nomadic warriors like them.

These three riders would keep riding forever and always, living in an eternal dream that would never come to an end...or so they thought.

As the trio kept riding forward, uncaring about the scenery save for what was in front of them, something unexpected occurred.

Something that caused the riders, for the first time in their afterlives, to stop.

^What the hell...^

And remember things that they had forgotten about a long time ago.

^Why is this door here?^

^How is this door here?^

^And...what am I sensing that feels so familiar and forieng all at once?^