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===Part 9===

"So that's why 3D printers are like pyramids."

Said a young man who was holding a plastic bag with anime designs on it.

He was Yumasaki Walker. Next to him, a woman named Karisawa, who was also holding a plastic bag, laughed.

"Yumacchi, I'm a cosplayer, so I only know so much about 3-D objects. How do you expect me to understand something as philosophical as that?"

"How should I say this... Whether you're making a battleship or a girl, or a girl in the form of a battleship… It's like building something up with loads of tiny dots to make a smooth outline. Basically, you can only add to it and can never subtract from it. After all, you can't make the tunnel after building the mountain. So in the end, it's like a pyramid–you can only create the internal rooms and pathways by changing the way you stack the dots when you make it at first."

"So what?"

"But this place, Academy City, is just filled with tools that allow one to use the taking away method to dig right through all three dimensions! And it's as easy as using a photocopier in a convenience store! Man, I can't even put into words how awesome this is! It's indescribable! The possibilities, the range of what can be done, are on a totally different level! POGGERS!!!" 

"So, Yumacchi, you're a 3-D kinda guy?"

"Up to a purity of about 2.99 dimensions, I'm your guy! An idol made of polygons is not three dimensional! It's just pretending to be so!"

Next to them, there was also one man who actually had some common sense. He made a face like he had eaten a bitter insect after listening to the others' conversation. The man named Kyohei Kadota always had something weighing down his mind.

"...You know what, it's your life, so I won't say anything more about it. But what the hell happened to that Togusa guy?"

"Ah, well, Togusa-san is totally obsessed with 3-D idols. After seeing Meigo Arisa-chan just now, he disappeared into the crowd like a slippery eel."

"That was pretty cool, right!? It's definitely not just a normal cosplay–could it be some kind of promo for a theatrical release!?"

"Hey, what about Hijiribe Ruri...?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! That ain't right, Dotachin; this isn't cheating! While idol fans know they'll never be able to touch the real deal, they're free to construct harems and dream teams in their brains!! Of course, this is all confined by the limits of their wallet!!"

They hadn't changed at all. It's as if that group of people had concentrated all of their points in professional baseball into a single parameter.

At that moment, Kadota noticed that Karisawa was looking elsewhere.

In her line of sight, next to the window of a shop of some sort, stood a girl in a pure-white nun's habit and a bespectacled, ample-chested high school girl in an indigo jacket.

Kadota warned them just in case.

"... Don't get involved in that. If that's a religious person, you might accidentally create an international incident!"

"What are you talking about, Dotachin? They're our comrades! Can't you see!?"

"Huh?"

"That's Index and Kazakiri Hyouka from the show ''A Certain Magical Index''! ...You know, that's a lot more difficult than it looks. It always gets heated whenever we discuss how one would portray the safety pins!!!"

"So they're cosplayers, huh...?"

"But really, that's a scarily accurate reproduction. Let's go ask how they did it! Wheee!!"

Saying that, Karisawa stretched her arms out horizontally while holding on to her plastic bag and charged off like a plane taking off.

The cosplay(?) girls were saying some things as they looked through the window.

It looks like they weren't browsing the shop's merchandise. 

"Well, it's based in German, but there's a lot of phrases in some sort of dialect, so it's hard to decipher..."

"...I-I don't speak German, so I can't say much."

On one side of the transparent glass window, crimson letters were haphazardly scrawled over it.

It wasn't lipstick or anything like that: it was written in some kind of paint that looked suspiciously like blood and gave an ominous feeling.

Karisawa, who was looking at the window over the shoulders of the girls she had just met, suddenly said,

"Hm? Doesn't that say, 'The Sky by Fire will fall from up high. Three more people, and it'll fall for sure'?"

"Whoa!?"

"Uh, umm, and you are…?"

The two girls, shocked, turned around, shoulders shaking, but Kirasawa only gave them a non-sequitur answer.

"Heh, for the users of the Evil Eye, German is a compulsory subject! Rather than one, two, and three, it should be, ''eins'', ''zwei'', and ''drei''! ''Schwarz Kreuz,'' Black Crucifix! But everyone wants to use German, so it's common sense to memorize all sorts of niche words in order to stand out from the rest!!"

"......"

"......"

The conversation died. Maybe it had never been alive in the first place.

The gaze of the girls wandered around, and then fixed on a single point, resting on the face of someone who looked like he could actually communicate properly with them.

As always, Kyohei Kadota had a face like he had eaten a bitter insect.

"... I'll do my best to translate, but even I have my limits."