For half a year’s time, Chiba Mamoru did not exist. He was dead. The Kinzuishou was ripped from his chest, thus destroyed his physical body. He never made it to the university in America; he never even made it out of the airport. Sailor Galaxia killed him right before his fiancée’s eyes.

But now he was back, alive and well. The world was at peace and he gladly spent the rest of his days by Usagi’s side. After everything she went through, without having him or any of her friends by her side, there was no way he could possibly leave Japan now. There were plenty of medical schools he could attend, all close to home.

There was just one problem.

It was tax season. And the government wanted taxes from those six months he was dead.

… How was he going to explain that?