D has acquired an evil twin. This twin is charismatic, sarcastic, charmingly arrogant, insouciant and rather curious about his other self. In short, he possesses much of the emotional components that the real D lacks. However, he’s also lacking D’s talkative left hand, which makes you wonder just who or what the fake D is.
D’s entire journey in this novel is precipitated by the death of another unreal opponent who sends him on his way with a final cryptic word: Muma. Thus D embarks on yet another fantastic journey, one that reminds this reader of an unsettling and particularly pointless journey to Oz, one in which he has to kill someone that he could have wiped out right at the beginning of the novel, thus sparing the readers a long and tedious journey to nowhere. Couple that with inexplicable rescues and the constant reappearance of a seemingly deathless foe that exists for no other purpose than to destroy and you’ve got a truly turgid novel on your hands.
As usual, over-the-top fighting goes hand in hand with awkward exposition and the florid prose that are Mr. Kikuchi’s trademarks. It’s hard to care when the protagonists are up against emotionless foes that are nothing more than giant machines or broken-down facilities; evidently no one told Mr. Kikuchi that readers find it hard to be invested in fights against soulless, merciless things unless the heroes themselves are more than two-dimensional characters (oops).
The book is only slightly redeemed by the character of the fortuneteller’s daughter Mia. While somewhat spirited, she proves to be little more than a damsel in distress, managing to be a capable fighter at spots, and a love interest for the boy Kuentz. But Kuentz is so easily shunted out of the main story, he adds little to it while poor Mia suffers the fate of too many people on the Frontier.