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== Épilogue — Fin Idéal==
== Chapitre 5 : Pour répondre (Pragmatisme)==
=== Partie 1 ===


── Whack !
Et donc,


C'était le son d'un seau du grand bain public de Miyashiro, l'écho du paradis.
la marionnette s'enfuit vers le ciel que l'oisillon désirait tant,


En ce moment, cet endroit était comme un rêve, c'était Shangri-La──Ou c'était censé être comme ça.
vers ce monde étroit et sombre.


C'était un paradis interdit qu'il ne pouvait pas regarder directement, même s'il croit en la puissance de la science──
Oui...


"Vous ! vous vous vous ! Celui qui se fait appeler Sora !"
Un ciel pour que la marionnette soit à l'abri du mal, pour sourire du cœur.


"Ne m'appelle pas comme ça ! Est-ce que je suis un pokémon !? Appele-moi Sora-san comme tout le monde !"
Un endroit où personne ne les piétinerait, où personne ne les blesserait,


Sora prépare son appareil photo de l'autre côté de l'écran alors qu'il imagine une image de ce paradis dans son esprit.
aucune force ne les contraint, aucun besoin de changer.


Devant ses yeux, comme si c'était tout à fait naturel, le paradis avait franchi la frontière et est venu.
Un nouveau monde où ils pourraient voler.


Même après que ses pouvoirs aient été réduits au minimum, elle semblait encore plus folle que Jibril, cependant──
 


"Horou !? Même si tu es une jeune fille, tu es complètement ouverte, souviens-toi d'être modeste !" Pour l'instant, Sora détourna instantanément son regard et cria.
Ce jour-là,


“....... Tu es incohérente. Tu as déjà photographié les régions souterraines d'Horou." C'était exactement comme ça.
L'oisillon savait très bien que ça ne serait probablement jamais le cas.


On estimait qu'elle avait des centaines de millions d'années. De plus, elle n'est même pas une personne, et cette apparence n'était pas son vrai corps, c'était juste une image virtuelle.
L'oisillon implora la marionnette, qui jura de se battre :


Elle était quelque chose qui ne semblait pas exister dans son ancien monde : une parfaite loli légale ──cependant !
Aucun ciel ne vaut la peine de te voir souffrir.


"Idiot ! C'est pourquoi les dieux sont si.... Les scènes érotiques sans timidité ne sont pas ero── Non, attendez. Si c'est avec une petite fille, est-ce exact ? N-non mais je ne suis pas que p ──" marmonna Sora alors qu'il considérait un problème plus grand que le monde,
Alors la marionnette, elle aussi, s'enfuit dans cette même cage.


"J'écouterai ton conflit plus tard ! J'ai une question beaucoup plus importante que ça, alors réponds-moi !" Cependant, la présence divine nue qui s'approchait l'interrompit.
Jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions un moyen de créer ce ciel,


"Vous, celui qui se fait appeler Sora. As-tu défini Horou comme Horou ?"
c'est ce que pensait la marionnette dans ce monde étouffant.


"....T'es toujours occupé par ça ? Et je n'arrête pas de te dire que "celui qui se dit lui-même" n'est pas nécessaire !"
Pensée et seulement pensée...


“..... ? Cependant, les composantes qui définissent l'individu appelé "Sora" sont variables, non ? Par conséquent, le point de vue de "Sora" qui a reconnu Horou ; et le vôtre, "celui que l'on suppose être le point de vue actuel de Sora" sont différents. Cela fait de vous "quelqu'un qui se fait appeler Sora" ! Dans ce cas, l'intelligence singulière qui a défini Horou comme Horou, "Sora", peut-elle définir l'intelligence multiple, de la myriade de points de vue de Horou comme "Horou"──" ?
Doutant et vacillant, ne trouvant rien à chercher,


"Ack, tu es gênant au delà de l'imagination, tu sais !?"
la marionnette pensait toujours à cette promesse :


"Comme prévu, es-tu juste "quelqu'un qui se fait appeler Sora" ? "Sora" a dit qu'il répondrait à toutes les questions d'Horou.
 


La déesse loli entièrement nue n'arrêtait pas de cracher des mots énigmatiques à mesure qu'elle s'approchait. Sora n'a pas pu le supporter et a crié.
Ce jour-là,


Cependant, quand elle entendit ce cri, les yeux de Holou devinrent un peu mal à l'aise et elle prit de la distance en entendant l'écho.──
dans un nouveau pays, regardant les cieux,


“... En fait, d'où vient ton énergie..."
voyant le bébé oiseau déployer ses ailes et sourire,


Sa voix choquée résonnait à travers ce Shrangri-La onirique.....
la marionnette vide - le ciel - Sora -


──Vraiment, c'était une scène que personne n'avait jamais vue auparavant, même dans un rêve.
Traduit avec www.DeepL.com/Translator (version gratuite)


Couverte par la vapeur, et submergée dans la baignoire, Fiel, qui avait perdu confiance en elle, et Kurami, qui s'appuyait sur elle.
== Partie 1 ==


S'il arrêtait de sucer du sang, il disparaîtrait même maintenant. Plum était déguisée en fille et mordait Leila sans bouger.
...Une scène remplie de l'écho de l'éruption de la Forge Sacrée... le site d'élimination des déchets.


Comme ils étaient si fatigués qu'ils n'ont pas pu résister, Shiro lavait doucement Izuna et Miko sans réserve.
Une gigantesque machine humanoïde argentée avance à pas lourds dans les ruines souterraines ensevelies sous les déchets métalliques. Des larmes coulent dans les yeux ardents de Veig qui marmonne avec désolation le premier souci de sa vie.


Submergée dans la baignoire, comme si elle fuyait la réalité, se trouvait Steph, elle avait une expression sans la moindre trace de fatigue.──
"... Ai-je vraiment fait quelque chose de si mal... ?"


En compensation du prêt de la pièce raciale des Flügels, Asriel se faisait laver par une Jibril malheureux.
Il se souvint des deux âmes qu'il avait fracassées après une lutte inattendue - l'âme de cette petite herbe étrangement coriace aux seins excellents, et l'âme de cette vipère incompréhensiblement toxique qui avait fait craquer son épée pour la première fois. Se balançant sombrement, vacillant en avant, il pensait :


... Et, se téléportant anxieusement encore et encore, Horou.
...Que diable ai-je fait... ?


── Imanity, Elfe, Thérianthrope, Dhampire, Seirène, Flügel, et même un Ancien Dieu.
Veig se souvenait avoir été remercié, mais jamais blâmé. Pourtant, tout ce qu'il ressentait maintenant était un mystérieux sentiment de culpabilité gravé dans son âme trop profondément pour le nier. Maintenant, il se tenait là, devant la masse métallique tombée, la machine gisant sur le sol avec ses membres totalisés.


Les seize races, les Exceed, se détestaient, s'entretuaient et même détruisaient la planète. Et pourtant, sept de ces races étaient là.
"...Ho... J'ai bien dit que je serais en retard, mais pour faire une sieste, tu as du cran, hein ?"


Quiconque rêvait de ce paysage était un imbécile, imaginant simplement que c'était pratiquement impossible. Mais tous les deux faisaient partie des quelques privilégiés qui ont pu l'imaginer.
Veig a regardé attentivement le cadre cassé. Par le biais du système de communication, il a accusé ses pilotes de faire les morts.


Et l'un d'entre eux, Sora, rien qu'en pensant à son appareil photo rempli de belles filles, il a été capable de se remonter le moral à l'infini, alors il a crié :
Dans ce jeu, les attaques ne causent aucun dommage direct à la machine adverse. Par conséquent, tout dommage doit provenir d'une défaillance du rite ou d'une erreur de tir - ou être auto-infligé. Et honnêtement, c'était les deux. L'intuition de Veig lui a dit. Il a soulevé le corps brisé et a hurlé.


"YATAAAAA !!"
"Hey, je te parle !! Ton adversaire, c'est moi. Ne te retourne pas et ne meurs pas. Tu n'as aucun sens ?!"


Une fois qu'il a confirmé que la caméra fonctionnait correctement, il a levé son téléphone.
En effet... Sora et Shiro n'ont jamais eu la moindre chance contre Veig dans une bataille d'armes spirituelles. Il était donc inévitable qu'ils perdent. Mais quand même...


"Alors ! Sur le territoire que nous avons obtenu d'Elven Garde qui fait maintenant partie de la Fédération Elkia !"
"Tu n'as pas l'intention de te taire sans dire un mot sur ton âme, n'est-ce pas ? !"


“... Et, plus que tout... à la bonne fortune d'Horou..."
Oui, ils avaient tenu tête à Veig avec une tempête de balles impensable. Mais ils n'ont rien emporté de leur âme, le barrage était trop fragile. Tout ce qu'il a fait c'est rejeter l'attaque de Veig et dire non à son âme...


Les deux qui commandaient un jeu d'une telle envergure, levèrent leurs verres remplis de jus, et déclarèrent :
Il n'a rien dit. Il n'a rien admis. Leur âme avait seulement rejeté la sienne et était restée inébranlable. Veig a serré les dents. S'ils pouvaient faire autant, alors pourquoi ?


"Santé !"
Il souleva le cadre en ruine comme s'il le tenait par le col et se mit en colère :


──Santé.
'''“Quand allez-vous répondre à ma question ?!”'''


Jibril, Asriel, Horou, Miko, Leila et Steph ont répondu :
Et il a enfin obtenu une réponse.


“... Santé !"
"...Tout de suite, je le ferai. Je vais vous donner votre réponse, je vais le faire."


── Avec un ton complètement défait. <ref>Les acclamations et la défaite totale sont des homophones, c'est donc un jeu de mots intraduisible.</ref>
... Une voix a murmuré à travers la porte.


Soupir.... Ce fut, en effet, une défaite totale. Les autres marmonnaient dans leur tête.
"Whuh ?!"


【Note】M Hatsuse Ino est actuellement aux soins intensifs, donc il est absent pour aujourd'hui. S'il vous plaît, comprenez-moi.
L'épave a soudainement répliqué en explosant, libérant un torrent d'âme fou. Elle lui répondit par une puissante imagerie qui lui vola momentanément sa conscience.


=== Partie 2 ===
—……


"Vous. Présumé Sora"
'''Il était au fond d'un petit trou, sombre et exigu. Veig connaissait la fille qui pleurait en regardant le ciel, seule. Il la connaissait bien... la fille incapable de voler, qui plus que quiconque admirait les oiseaux qui volaient si haut.'''


Elle est passée à travers l'écran de séparation juste avec son visage comme elle l'appelait Sora par son nom, cependant, il l'a grondée :
'''Une fille paradoxale, elle savait qu'elle ne pouvait pas voler et pourtant elle levait les yeux au ciel... Elle pleurait même si elle avait abandonné... Le monde l'interrogeait avec des questions sans réponse - pourquoi elle avait fui, pourquoi elle n'avait pas essayé - puis lui demandait pourquoi elle pleurait... et la méprisait pour cela. Il l'a laissée dans ce trou... sans rien vouloir...'''


"Horou. Tu devrais appeler les gens par leur nom. C'est impoli de ne pas le faire."
'''La fille solitaire... balançant son marteau à travers les larmes...... Il-'''


"... Horou est une déesse que tu connais ?.... Par conséquent, l'hypothèse : "Sora".
—……


En réponse aux réprimandes très sérieuses de Sora, Horou gonfle un peu les joues.
Veig a essayé de tendre la main... mais blam, l'explosion a secoué la grotte et l'a tiré de sa rêverie. Dès qu'il a jeté un coup d'oeil autour de lui, peut-être plus tôt, il a deviné ce qui se passait. Il grimaça et hurla d'impatience.


Elle définit temporairement "celui qui se fait appeler Sora" comme "définitivement Sora" pour l'instant, et demande :
"Quelle blague... Vous n'avez jamais eu personne là-dedans depuis le début ? C'était télécommandé... ?!"


"L'indépendance de Horou. Je comprends maintenant plus ou moins que c'était l'objectif du médium..."
Maintenant que tu le dis, il n'y avait aucune règle qui disait que tu devais piloter la machine... si ? S'ils le contrôlaient depuis un cockpit à l'extérieur du cadre, ils pouvaient le balancer sans problème.


Elle se sent probablement coupable de ne pas avoir compris quelque chose d'aussi simple.  
Mais même si c'était télécommandé, ils devaient être connectés à leurs bras spirituels. Ce qui signifiait que faire exploser leur propre cadre si négligemment aurait des répercussions. Et en effet, le sol a tremblé avec une réaction en chaîne d'explosions l'une après l'autre dans toute la décharge.


Horou ne s'en rend probablement pas compte elle-même. Elle n'arrête pas de parler d'une voix déprimée :
Les esprits générés ont dessiné des lignes de lumière comme si elles circulaient dans des circuits gravés sur la scène. Le circuit de lumière convergeait pour le montrer :


"Mais pour quel objectif as-tu fait ce jeu avec Horou... ?" Elle a continué sur un ton mal à l'aise.
La véritable unité !


Ce que Horou demandait, c'était les attentions de Sora et de l'autre.
Désireux de voir où se trouvait le vrai cockpit, Veig a suivi la lumière de l'esprit jusqu'à sa destination. Il s'est avéré qu'il se trouvait au centre de la scène tremblante, si loin que sa fonction zoom était tout juste suffisante pour le distinguer. Au sommet d'une plante particulièrement haute, ses yeux ont trouvé leur cible et se sont ouverts en grand. Il s'agissait d'une fille qu'il connaissait bien, debout sur le siège d'un cockpit ouvert.


── C'est exact. C'était une question fondamentale.
"Vous demandez pourquoi j'ai fui ce monde sanglant, n'est-ce pas... ? ...C'est une question stupide, en effet."


Quel était l'objectif qui les a poussés à vouloir réaliser un tel jeu ?
Mais c'est une fille qu'il ne connaissait pas qui lui a murmuré. Ses yeux, embrasés d'un feu inextinguible, regardaient sa machine au loin. La fille, avec un morceau de ferraille en forme de marteau dans sa main, a parlé comme si elle déposait une déclaration de guerre. De son cœur, elle a dit son âme... pas des faits objectifs, mais ses sentiments :


── Un jeu où ils parient des pièces raciale.
"C'est parce que je méprise ce monde, vraiment."


Le seul précédent a été lorsque Sora et Shiro se sont opposés à la Fédération de l'Est.
== Partie 2 ==


── De plus, un jeu où cinq d'entre eux ont été pariés.
Til’s voice, resolute, was yet like her limbs…jittery. She couldn’t help but tremble, because of what she saw down there from the open cockpit—Veig standing there in the venue that still quaked from the blasts—and because of the sparkling hammer in her right hand. Regardless—


De surcroit, plusieurs représentants désignés parient chacun une pièce raciale pour jouer contre un Ancien Dieu.
“Don’t worry. We’ll blast off with you. We promised, didn’t we?”


Imanity, Thérianthrope, Dhampire, Seirène et Flügel. Un seul faux pas et cinq races auraient été détruites.
“…Brother…always…keeps, his promises… Trust us, okay?”


Il n'y a pas moyen qu'il y ait eu un précédent, du moins pas avant qu'ils aient gagné ce match sans précédent. Et à la fin ce que Sora et chacune des autres races ont obtenu était──
—Sora’s and Shiro’s voices intoned from the seat in front of her, joyful but firm. And Til felt them holding her left hand tight. She broke into a smile to realize her trembling had somehow stopped…and she continued with her eyes fixed straight ahead on Veig’s machine, all the way through to the man inside.


Un Ancien Dieu solitaire, le salut d'une fille seule et impuissante.
“…I hate this country. I hate Hardenfell, I do.”


── Juste ça.
She reaffirmed her feelings—her belief. This arrogant world told her not to run. This


Horou ne pouvait pas être si précieux──Non. Il était encore impossible de déterminer si elle avait même une petite valeur ou non.
oppressive world told her not to be ashamed. Til looked up at its tireless way of life and sneered at it.


Sa voix tremblante demandait les intentions de quelqu'un comme elle d'aller si loin juste pour quelqu'un comme elle, "Eh, pour faire quelque chose d'amusant avec la beauté du joueur débutant auquel j'ai de grandes attentes ?"
“I love the sky, I do… In this country…the sky is closed off, it is.”


“... Mhm. Parce que... on voulait jouer à un jeu... et on voulait jouer à un jeu... et peut-être qu'on voulait aussi... jouer à un jeu ?"
The cave’s ceiling reminded her; lost and confused, she’d ended up in this dump before she knew it, and the world asked her, Why did you run? Now, Til knew the feeling of a hand in hers. Now, she knew another world—that of those two. Now, she could say it:


Quand elle a entendu les réponses de Sora et Shiro, Horou était dubitatif ── Non, elle a été stupéfaite.
Ah…there never was a place for me here.


Certes, Sora et Shiro avaient dit que lorsqu'ils lui tendaient la main.... Mais était-ce vraiment juste pour ça ?
—Screw this place—!!


Horou était perplexe et perdu dans ces mots, cependant, les mots suivants ont porté le coup de grâce.
So—!


"Eh bien, le jeu de devenir une idole sera probablement le plat principal."
“I also hate the chieftain of this country. I hate you, I do…!”


────
The hammer sparkled ever brighter as Til’s words spilled out uncontrollably, with the pain that burned her up. What came back was a lonely, sorrowful chuckle. Til ground her teeth.


"... était-ce peut-être un mot en dehors du vocabulaire d'Horou ?.... Sora. Qu'est-ce que tu viens de dire ?"
…She’d known—no, she’d had a hunch—that he’d say that. What he was saying. As if it was everything—


Un dieu est le fruit d'une réflexion minutieuse de plusieurs secondes. La réponse à la question compliquée d'Horou se trouvait au-delà des longues années de réflexion d'une personne, c'était :
'''“I hate that…how everything’s just as you expected… I hate iiit!!”'''


"Devenir une idole. Dieu=idole, n'est ce pas !? Nous allons te rendre populaire pour te gagner des croyants. ♪"
Her voice impulsively swelled with the pain that only grew:


Mais les mots de Sora n'avaient aucun sens, même quand Shiro a sonné :
'''“I hate how you act like you’re so great, I do! I hate even more that you actually are, I do!!”'''


"Prépare-toi Horou, tu vas être occupée ! Les perspectives de création de costumes sont déjà faites !" "... il y a aussi... la réservation des salles... nous visons aussi... à offrir de la musique."
The dam had burst, and her feelings could no longer be contained.


"Fabriquant des marchandises, nous avons déjà commencé à choisir une compagnie d'amarrage, alors ne t'inquiéte pas.♪ " ── Sora et Shiro n'arrêtaient pas de sonner encore et encore.
“I hate how you advertise yourself as a genius, I do! I hate how I can’t argue because you actually are a genius, I do!! I hate how you look down on me, I do! I hate so much that it’s only natural because you’re above me, I do!! I hate how you’re so hairy!! You shaved too much, you say?! So what? Are you trying to rub it in? I wish you’d go to hell, I do!! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you—U-Uncle, you’re a pervert!! I hate you very, very, veeery much, I do!!”


Un Ancien Dieu est disséminé à travers de multiples points dans l'espace-temps et ceux-ci peuvent se comprendre sans avoir besoin de langage, et pourtant :
«Whoa!! Come on, stop already or I’m really gonna cry! Goddamn!»


"... Pourquoi ! Horou est une entité d'intelligence multiple ! Pourquoi je ne peux pas comprendre un seul sens de ça.... !" Horou finit par se plaindre les larmes aux yeux. Jibril répondit à la place de Sora et Shiro :
The momentum had flushed out everything Til wanted to say. Inattentive to the tearful begging over the comm system, Til caught her breath. As the shaking of the stage and the sparkling of her hammer and her pain all grew in speed, she wiped her tears. With a sharp, firm voice, she mulled over her words carefully and gave her answer:


"Il est naturel que la compréhension de Dieu (lol) ne puisse atteindre les desseins profonds de mes Maîtres♪" Dit-elle en se tortillant.  
“I hate you. That’s why I run. If that’s not enough for you to understand—”


Elle s'est débarrassée d'Asriel ? Elle est passée à travers l'écran aussi, et a jeté un coup d'oeil avec son visage.
Then in the spirit of the game:


..... Personne ne semblait être d'humeur à obéir aux lois de la physique, Sora sympathisait dans sa tête, alors qu'elle continuait à parler d'un autre sujet :
“—I’ll sock it to you like this—and then I think you will understand, I do.”


"L'indigne Jibril s'expliquera pour que même un dieu puisse comprendre♥" Comme ça, Jibril a commencé à parler avec un sourire.
Yes—seeing behind her eyelids the place the feeling of those two had taken her as they held her left hand, that black sky with a white bird, Til laid down the gauntlet sonorously.


"Tout d'abord, comme on peut s'y attendre, mes Maîtres feront tomber ce salaud de bra──Excuse moi♥ l'Unique Véritable Dieu."
“I fled to win—to honor my promise, I did.”


......... veulent. C'est le plan. Elle n'a pas dit ça, Jibril l'a dit comme si c'était une affaire déjà conclue.
…A tactical withdrawal was made when one had a chance of victory… She had been just lost, but now it would be redefined—no. Each time another explosion went off, the spirits converged into her hammer, and it was that pain.


Horou se tourna vers Jibril avec les yeux à moitié ouverts, ce qui ne l'étonna pas en soi.
And now it had been redefined—!!


Après tout, elle en avait déjà entendu parler quand elle était à l'intérieur de Miko, et plus important encore.──
That pain had turned her conviction into that of the past. Til savagely swung her hammer as she—


"....je suis au courant. Mais j'en doute pour l'instant."
—bellowed forth her soul with the stirring of a power beyond all normal conception throughout the venue.


──Même si c'était à moitié désespéré, Horou avait aussi prévu de le faire. Alors que Horou pensait cela, Jibril sourit comme pour la ridiculiser :
'''“I fled for the sake of this day, when I’d surpass you, I diiid!!”'''


"Alors tu dois aussi savoir que pour faire ça, tu ne peux pas voler des Pièces Raciale, d'accord♥"
== Partie 3 ==


"───────────eh ?"
It was a power that all feared instinctively. The memories sleeping deep in their blood awakened. An outrageous power of a whole different rank, a whole different status, a whole different order of magnitude—quite literally a different level. The future brought on in the next few moments by this power beyond reason didn’t take someone like Veig to foresee. It was a strike from the heavens that sneered at every one of heaven’s gifts crawling atop the earth, judging them likewise of null value. No one could mistake that power. It was


──Horou ne savait pas, alors elle laisse échapper une voix étrange.
a Heavenly Smite……


En fait, si elle l'avait su, elle n'aurait pas exigé qu'ils parient les Pièces Raciales.
“Hey, whoaaa! I thought the Flügel wasn’t—hey, isn’t that against the rules?!”


Comme Jibril le savait manifestement, elle profitait de l'occasion pour regarder un dieu de haut et continuait en souriant :
From his machine—his cockpit—Veig screeched, blanching. Someone who wasn’t in the game—with magic that wasn’t even a seal rite!! His one eye searched in a panic for the Flügel, but in the next moment—


"Mon maître est d'avis que nous ne devrions pas prendre les Pièces Raciales. Au lieu de cela, nous devons unir tous les Exceed sous une seule bannière, et avec les Pièces Raciales de chacun d'entre eux, défier Tet de leur propre gré. ♪"
—he realized that the center of the crawling power…was Til’s hammer. And his one eye was opened by the roar over the comm system and the unheard-of shock that followed… Yes:


“..................”
'''«Ultra-large-scale spirit-arm expansion—connect all!! Ariiiise!!!»'''


Le visage d'Horou demandait pourquoi, alors Sora répondit :
Til’s face wrenched in agony as she brought down the hammer. There was a flash as it bore through the cockpit…and through the plant below. With that, there came a moment of silence to the blast-stricken venue. And then…


"── En prenant leurs Pièces Raciales et en leur disant de se taire et de m'obéir ?"
“—?!!”


Il a fait un sourire amer,
…a vertical oscillation unlike anything that had gone before tossed them. A heavy shock came from behind Veig. He dodged instinctively on the spot, but from the mass of metal that had only grazed him flowed a tempestuous soul.


“... Les diriger et les ordonner comme ça, c'est comme la guerre, la tactique établie..."
'''……'''


────
'''A girl who wanted to imagine things that could not be imagined. A girl who wanted to fly though by no effort could she fly. Saying she could do nothing, she chased the bird in the sky for which there was nothing to do…'''


S'ils avaient gouverné, réduit en esclavage et piétiné, rien n'aurait changé depuis la Grande Guerre.
'''They said she was just running. They mocked that it was impossible. Her soul…'''


Les paroles de ceux qui prétendaient que le monde avait changé, et qui en ont apporté la preuve, ont réduit au silence Horou──
«I…knew it! …I knew it!! Better than anyone, I did…!!»


"Cependant, même si nous ne les prenons pas, quelqu'un qui possède la Pièce Raciales, un représentant désigné, est indispensable." Jibril continue, et Horou acquiesce.
The transmission helped Veig crawl back to reality. But another—no, ten more—no, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand—innumerable storms of metal whipped through the stage and assaulted his unit like squalls.


Horou s'est rendu compte qu'elle était aveugle à ses propres défauts, alors elle a formulé une hypothèse avec les yeux à moitié ouverts :
Just scraps, they hadn’t much in the way of force or even speed. But every time the fierce soul contained in them scratched by his frame, it left residue. As Til’s voice, wheezing in agony, continued to come through, it pounded at Veig’s will, hard, so hard—


"── Hypothèse : Les Anciens Dieux ne peuvent pas avoir de représentant désigné."
«So…you wanted me to live like you…? Fa-kew!!»


En premier lieu, un représentant désigné est quelqu'un qui a le pouvoir de résoudre les conflits entre les groupes.
To live like them. Like a Dwarf. Without giving up. Without going astray or tiring. To try to overcome natural gifts. To live without shame or retreat. Indeed… Putting themselves on pedestals, though they couldn’t overcome Veig!! Looking as if they understood, talking as if they knew!! They’d called her rubbish, and then!! They’d all said it. They’d basically said this…


Mais les Anciens Dieux ne se regroupent pas, ils ne forment pas de groupes, il n'est donc pas nécessaire d'en avoir un en premier lieu──
—Everyone else is doing it, so you should, too.


"Eh ? Pourquoi est-ce devenu une question de pouvoir ou non ?"
—You can dream you’ll be rewarded. Just do it—


C'est ce que Horou pensait, cependant, Sora incline la tête avec un visage vide et dit : "Horou est le représentant désigné des Anciens Dieux, non ?"
—just shut up and do your work!!—


────
«I don’t like a world that tells me what to do… I hate it, I do!!»


────────
I’ll never give in…


"S-Sora.... Horou suppose qu'elle est une idiote. M-mais suis-je vraiment une fille si idiote... ?"
I’ll overcome the chieftain and destroy those dictates—!!


Horou ne pouvait pas du tout suivre la conversation. Elle doutait enfin de sa propre intelligence ?
I’ll use measuring instruments and Elven theory. I’ll use anything to find a different way!


Sa tête qui regardait à travers l'écran est tombée par terre, elle a littéralement sombré dans la dépression.
I’ll show him… So she thought…


"Toutes les victoires passées et futures de la Fédération Elkia sont dues à Horou ! C'est grâce à toi !"
«But…no matter what I did…I just…couldn’t find anything!!»


"─────Donc Horou... était vraiment une fille idiote après tout..."
Just piling up failures. Bathed in error, lost, confused, making one mistake after another. At last surrendering to a false resignation, as paradoxical as ever. Unable to say anything in return… At some point…she came to think she’d forgotten those feelings, and just wandered, pathetically.


Quand elle entendit le cri de Sora, elle atteignit le sol et continua à couler en dessous. Mais Sora continua sans soin :
«…But—hee-hee… Now I know what to say—I do…»


"Personne ne me croit, n'est-ce pas ? Mais c'est très bien !"
Weeping, sobbing, yet the two souls grinned. At last Veig realized the true nature of the maelstrom of metal pounding his unit. And for the first time in his life, he said, It couldn’t be—he doubted his own intuition.


Sora montra lentement l'autre côté de l'écran, et le regard de Horou suivit.
“……Hey… Ho. I must be hallucinating, ain’t I?”


Submergés dans la baignoire de ce grand bain, il y avait une grande variété de personnes de races différentes, et chacune d'entre elles était nécessaire.
He saw the whirlwind of metal converging. Not the ground shaking, but the stage moving. Not the metal flying, but just gathering. The parts, the catalysts were joining and coupling and assembling. The majestic waste disposal site was rising as one. The stage itself was wakening—and standing up. That was his impression. It was confirmed by Til’s announcement to everyone watching in Hardenfell, I’ll tell you, and the thing that towered before his eyes—a thing inconceivably gargantuan.


"Que se passerait-il si on ajoutait un Ancien Dieu à une Fédération avec autant de races ?" Dit Sora en souriant.
«You forge ahead without shame…as you will—but I, too…will do as I will, I will!!»


Et comme prévu, Horou devina aussi.
She’d led a life of shame—failing, contradicting herself, getting lost without end. Today, this moment, was what it had all been for, and for that she was proud. She trumpeted to all the world that had rejected her, just as they were taught:


Le monde entier, tous les pays, quelle que soit leur race, seront engloutis par une tempête de doutes.
'''«Shut up!! Your stupid world can eat shit, it can!! Pft!»'''


"Et alors apparaît l'indigne moi, Sora ! Avec des choses comme Idolmaster, Love Live, Tokyo 7th Sisters, Aikatsu !"
Having asserted her freedom to rebel, the girl crumpled. The siblings embraced her and kept her from falling. Veig gaped at last.


"... Shiro... avec les meilleurs scores mondiaux dans de nombreux jeux d'idoles..... Blanc va...."
It wasn’t from finally observing the giant object towering over him. It was the girl held by the siblings in the now-empty cockpit at the top…the girl weeping tears of heartfelt joy that she was not alone—a girl beyond his knowledge, who looked down at a bird from heights beyond its knowledge…with a dazzling smile…beyond all knowledge.


"Magnifiquement produit ! En grande pompe ! Nous ferons les débuts de Horou en tant qu'"Idole" au sens propre du terme ! Nous te ferons chanter, danser et tenir des événements de poignée de main── nous te ferons aussi profiter des bénéfices !!"
«…Uncle, did you…ever imagine…this…?»


C'est ce qu'ils veulent faire.
She asked him whether this was a sight that effort and sensibility could get to—and that moment, a torrent of violence descended upon Veig’s unit…


Sora, avec un sourire extrêmement heureux, jette un coup d'œil dans les yeux de Horou, et dit :
== Partie 4 ==


“... Comme la déesse du doute, la déesse du désir, la déesse de la sagesse."
Neither Veig nor any of the Dwarves watching through all of Hardenfell had ever imagined it, most likely. However, aside from Dwarves…the three who were watching at Til’s hideout did not seem all that surprised. Their eyes still on the monitor, they spoke admiringly…


Si la force du concept a déterminé la force de l'Ancien Dieu── de leur Quintessence, alors : "Doute, demande, refus, désir.... Tout deviendra la nourriture d'Horou."
“…Wow… A city can walk, can it…? Oh, is that also a spirit arm?”


“────!”
“To be more precise, it is a spirit-arm expansion connected to her hammer, on which she engraved my one-percent Heavenly Smite.”


"C'est vrai !!! "Chaque émotion ressentie envers une idole" deviendra ton pouvoir !"
“Observation: Height 9,700 meters. Length 74,200 meters. Cannon count 982. Definition: High-maneuver fortress class. Evidence of brilliance of Master. Excessive. Zero maturity. This unit loves that part of him, too… Blush.”


"... H-Horou a compris la seconde moitié de tout ça, mais toi, sûrement..."
Steph knew those siblings… She’d imagined they’d do something unimaginable. No, she’d known it. So she watched the screen with a sense of resignation, as a shadow desperately ran from the storm falling from the mountain of steel…


── Et ainsi, Horou a finalement pu comprendre, mais elle doute de cette pensée.
== Partie 5 ==


Le médium et les Immanitys ont formé un front uni et ont vaincu Horou.
At the venue, rain fell from the heap of scrap—torrential rain deep underground where there was no sky. Each drop sliced the wind, pierced the ground, and created a deeper depth below the bottom.


Tout est possible, tout ne peut pas arriver...... Mais c'était trop.
“What a little man you are, Veig!! You talk big, but you’re the one who’s smaaaall!!”


Horou pensait que les yeux grands ouverts, mais, comme pour affirmer cette pensée, Sora continue :
It was a hailstorm of scrap that accompanied the raucous laughter.


"C'est bon si Horou se fait appeler la représentante désignée des Anciens Dieux."
“You called this stage our hunting grounds?! What puny thoughts—what a tiny imagination!! As would be expected from someone so small-minded as to only appreciate big boobs—ah, it’s a veritable microcosm of your life!!”


Il a souri en disant cela, combien de plaisir était suffisant pour le satisfaire ?
“…You said…we could use any machines…and do anything with the venue, didn’t you?♪”


"Si tu fais ça, l'Ancien Dieu qui n'aime pas ça n'aura d'autre choix que de venir te défier" Mais, il était plus profond que le plus bas niveau de l'enfer, comme essayer de remplir un puits sans fond.
Towering with a sneer on top was a giant mecha of junk—of the unwanted. Of unvalued failures and rejected scrap.


"Rien qu'avec ça, ces incompétents qui ont pris des airs de dirigeants tomberont tous dans notre assiette " ──Et, comme Sora l'a dit, il a encore une fois tendu la main vers Horou.
This was the gathering place for the things that might have not been mistakes. This was their home turf, they indicated with a sneer.


".... Et si on s'amusait beaucoup ? Si vous voulez, jouons ensemble."
“Who’s gonna take the time to hunt their prey after they’ve already lured them in?”


── Horou ouvre grand les yeux, et reprend cette main, mais pense aussi :
Sora uproariously exposed the truth that was now assaulting Veig.


Cet homme comprend sûrement ce que j'ai traversé, non ?
“If you’re gonna lure in your prey, obviously you’re gonna go straight to a trap, aren’t you, you scrub?!”


C'était certainement un jeu majestueux. Un jeu sans précédent où cinq Pièces Raciales ont été pariés. Cependant, à part l'indépendance de Holou, cet homme n'a rien obtenu──Non.
It was a cage, a trap. The junk itself, the venue itself, the soul of a girl who had patched failure to error itself—


Il était de connivence avec sa petite soeur── Sora et Shiro, ces deux-là. 
'''“Ladies and gentlemen—the venue itself is our machine!! How do you like that?!”'''


──Avec juste un seul coup.
'''“…We of Blank call it…the Spirit of Mother Til…♪”'''


──Juste un seul jeu.
It literally looked down on Veig, nine hundred seventy times his size. Sora and Shiro cackled, back at the reins for their big counterattack.


──Juste en gagnant contre Holou seul.
—Come, O ye who declare yourselves infallible, those of the righteous world. Now our patchwork heap shall speak with iron and lightning and fire to test our Mother’s spirit. We shall now question the refuse that you have shorn away and discarded in your quest to forge. We ask: On what grounds did you reject us—?!


Juste──avec ça.
“Personally, I’m not as into the NEXTs as the Arms Forts built by average schmucks to confront them.”


──Ils ont mit échec et mat tous les Anciens Dieux.
In fiction, raw size is destined to be overthrown.


=== Partie 3 ===
Which is how we know that reality is different!! Indeed—!!


── Cependant, Holou a été étonné de cette vérité.
'''“Raw mass is the secret to defeating genius, biiitch!! We haven’t designed this bullet hell with any place to hide! You trap ’em and smash ’em with sheer numbers! There’s no better tactic!! All you gotta do is win, baby, win!!”'''


En premier lieu, tous les participants l'ont plus ou moins compris lorsqu'ils ont accepté le jeu. C'est pour cette raison que, de façon inattendue, Plum a misé sur la Pièce Raciale des Dhampires.
In reality—overkill is all the better!!


C'est aussi la raison pour laquelle Asriel a confié à Jibril la Pièce Raciale des Flügels.
Seated in the cockpit, Sora and Shiro controlled the massive body and filled the screen with projectiles.


──Ils abattraient l'arrogant Ancien Dieu sans vergogne.
«The fock?! How’d you get such a crazy machine?!»


Pour tous les joueurs rassemblés ici, c'était un motif plus que suffisant pour parier leur extinction.
Veig screeched as he just barely managed to demi-shift from one empty location to another.


".... hey~ Kurami ? C'est comme vous l'avez dit..." dit Fiel alors qu'un peu de lumière retournait dans ses yeux vides.
«What kinda Dwarf has the power to run a barmy monster like that?!»


"Aujourd'hui, en ce jour, le monde était à l'envers."
Between that and the Heavenly Strike, Veig was sure now there were some spirits involved far outside the regulations. He raged at their perceived violation of the rules.


C'est vrai, c'est exactement ce qu'elle imaginait avant de partir d'Elven Garde.
……Ha. His opponents laughed in unison. They knew it: Dwarves were the perfect negative examples. After all, they were just half-right. Just as he guessed that the stage itself was their machine, but that wasn’t even close to enough. On Sora’s lap sat Shiro—and on her lap sat a girl whose face was scrunched in pain, but who still sneered with fearless irony—


Cependant, Kurami prend le relais et pose une question à l'autre côté de l'écran :
“Chieftain… You ask that now? I couldn’t even start up our first machine without boosting, I couldn’t.”


"En effet, ils n'ont pas seulement pris une partie du territoire d'Elven Garde, mais l'Ancien Dieu ne peut pas redevenir comme avant."
It seemed he had still overlooked the trick in Shiro’s arms. Yes, it was the murmuring of Til, the real trick, most impossible of all—


En effet, le monde était en ce moment une source de suspicion.
“To begin with…I can’t even use magic without boosting, I can’t.”


Il reste très peu de personnes qui déclareraient la guerre à Elkia, mais pas zéro. Par exemple, Elven Garde ne peut pas rester silencieux, et qui plus est──
«—Huhhh?!»


".... Il ne serait pas surprenant que l'Ancien Dieu qui se plaint de cela vienne nous attaquer maintenant. On peut s'en sortir, non ? S'ils nous tenaient une embuscade, on ne pourrait pas dire non."
—that made Veig cry out in long-delayed recognition. Sora chuckled. Yes, a Dwarf so great as Veig probably couldn’t have imagined such a trick. Til, by nature, couldn’t even use magic, much less operate a supermassive spirit arm. For Til—


C'était la question astucieuse de Kurami, mais les frères et sœurs ont répondu franchement :
'''—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!'''


"...'s'en sortir' ?.... s'ils viennent nous attaquer... et qu'ils sont "favorisés"... alors c'est plus amusant... que de s'attaquer soi-même"
Dwarves used catalysts because of the spiritual overload caused by their mithril—to synchronize externally. But Til didn’t have that mithril!! She wasn’t subject to such overload, or even load for that matter!! That was why she used boosting… Yes…the hidden truth that astonished Jibril when Til used her shift. Til couldn’t use magic without boosting. Conversely, that meant she could if she used boosting…


"De plus, outre Imanity, nous avons des Thérianthropes, les Flügels, les Dhampires, des Sirènes, un Anciens Dieux et même une Elfe. S'il y a quelqu'un avec autant de confiance pour gagner contre ce parti, alors c'est nous qui voudrions avoir un match avec lui♪" Dit Sora avec joie et enthousiasme, mais quand elle l'entendit, Fiel fronça les sourcils.
…It meant she could use boosting. For example: She could chain boost to boost on the chain reaction of explosions of the huge number of demi-shift anchors they’d planted, funnel the spirits into her hammer on which she’d engraved a Rite of Heavenly Smiting, and synchronize it into her body! With the vast amount of spirits thus summoned under her control, she could operate this leviathan assemblage of parts, this scrap on the stage on which she’d engraved seal rites…!!


“... Tout à l'heure, tu m'as inclus sans hésitation, c'était juste mon imagination ?" Mais il répondit d'une voix surprise :
… Yes, if a normal Dwarf tried this, they’d blow right up. It would be impossible and meaningless. Just as Til said, it would be as perverse an idea as building an underwater breathing apparatus for a fish. But for such an abnormal dwarf, it was both possible and essential. For Til—


"Eh ? Après tout, Kurami et Fiel ne peuvent plus retourner chez Elven Garde." ──── ?
'''—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!'''


Il y eut une minute de silence, mais elle fut brisée par Sora lui-même :
«Wha—? Wait, whoa— Niecey, don’t tell me yours still hasn’t growwwn?!»


"Nous avons prévenu Elven Garde de votre départ── ou de votre trahison dans une lettre officielle. Ah, nous avons une maison entièrement meublée pour vous, alors ne vous inquiétez pas. Sois reconnaissante pour les capacités de Steph, d'accord les filles ? "Et ainsi, avec un grincement de voix, Kurami et Fiel, tournèrent leur regard vers Steph.
“Heh…heh-heh, Ch-Chieftain…I’d like to see you burn in hell! I would…”


Avec ce même grincement sur son cou, Steph détourna le regard et répondit :
Listening to their exchange, Sora, to be honest, was fairly sure by now this was not the case. But he still insisted: they had to be talking about beards!! So anyway—!


".... Heuu.... C'était les instructions de Sora, tu sais ? O-ohohohohoho..."
“Heh, this is the difference in natural gifts… Bow before the absolute wall you cannot overcome, Veig!!”


Kurami se leva avec le bruit de l'eau qui jaillissait, et hurla férocement de l'autre côté de l'écran──à Sora :
«Fock!! How can a Dwarf’s body endure that shite? You wanna kill my fockin’ niece?!»


"T-t-toi !!!!! Qu'as-tu fait !?"
The transmission to Sora roared full of naked rage. Understandable. One percent of Jibril’s power—the power to run a supermassive machine like that—was as reckless as pouring rocket fuel into an automobile. Therefore…


"Je veux dire, c'était évident que vous alliez perdre de toute façon... On était juste raisonnables..."
“…Didn’t you say no mercy? A man’s word isn’t worth much these days, huh?”


"Je vais te frapper ! Je veux dire, maintenant tu ne pourras plus détruire Elven Garde depuis l'inté──" "Non, je veux dire, ce n'est plus nécessaire, tu sais ?"
«—!!»


"............................. Quoi ?"
…Sora saw that Veig was thinking of taking a bullet and losing the game for Til’s sake, and Sora stopped him, making a face. If Til died, it would probably spell death for Sora and Shiro, who were holding her, too. Til was barely conscious, but still she held firm to her hammer and smiled.


Kurami et Fiel gelèrent lorsqu'ils entendirent la joyeuse déclaration de Sora.
—Veig meant to lose intentionally.


"Parce que nous vous avons accusé de vos manœuvres secrètes et les avons exagérées autant qu'humainement possible♥"
This man didn’t seem to understand what a humiliation that would be—!!


“.................”
“To hell with your patronizing sympathy!! This is a trap—there’s no place for you to hide and no room for you to choose!!”


── Quand elle a compris ce que cela signifiait, Kurami a serré le poing.
Sora’s howl what seemed like a signal to that which sat somewhere in the supermassive machine behind the giant cannon that opened its mouth with a roar: another machine. Sora and the operator inside the additional cockpit announced savagely:


Peu importe avec combien de mensonges ils l'ont mélangé, les manœuvres de Kurami et de Fiel ont été faites pour parier un état.
“There’s only one future: Til’s complete victory!!”


C'était dans la mesure où ils manipulaient même les souvenirs pour le faire, et il y avait aussi le fait qu'ils avaient perdu un peu de territoire.
«Whyyy, it’s time for the showwwdowwwn.♥»


Cela susciterait beaucoup de soupçons, alors probablement──
That moment, the light of the Holy Forge flashed from the barrel, and suddenly a metal glob blocked the opening. Connected to the muzzle, the object sparkled—and this time, Veig froze, mech and all. It was another legacy of the past that he could not mistake.


"Même si nous la laissons tranquille, Elven Garde se séparera bientôt ?"
“Can you dodge a bomb? If you know a way, as a gamer, I’d very much like to know!”


............
A bomb indeed, leaving no place to hide. A bomb called…yes, that’s right:


"La guerre civile dans un si grand pays ? Ce sera une très grosse affaire..."
…The E-bomb…


Sora et Shiro ont dit "en fait" et avec un grand sourire.
== Partie 6 ==


── D'un autre côté, Kurami, grinçant des dents, a frappé le mur avec son poing, et s'est dit : 'Alors c'est comme ça'.
In the cockpit behind the blazing E-bomb was Fiel, smiling.


Plus leurs petites manœuvres s'accumulaient, plus ils produisaient de restes.  
“Why, you’ll note that we’ve followed the rules to a T. And in a most sustainable way, if I might add.♥”


── Ils ont tout gâché avec une seule attaque, et maintenant ils s'enfuient après avoir gagné....
No magic other than seal rites. You lost if your core broke. And the players here were everyone…


Le seul mouvement qu'elle recherchait depuis toujours avec Fiel. C'était un geste incroyablement exaspérant.
“Anyone can very well recycle the unit we lost in, caaan’t theyyy?♥”


Sora et Shiro ont réussi nonchalamment devant ses yeux, et ils n'en étaient même pas fiers. Ça lui donnait envie de les tuer.
True, Til could connect and use Fiel’s unit. Also:


".... Kurami... Fais avec..."
“Incluuuding the seal of protection of that boorish fire, and incluuuding the seal rites on the unit.♪”


Les yeux de Fiel revinrent à la vie, et elle gronda la Kurami tremblante.
Fiel had in mind the seventh player, and their fifth trump card.


"La prochaine fois, nous vous rendrons la pareille un billion de fois.... Oui, et ce pseudo-moustique aussi, pour sûr♥"
They hadn’t bothered with any seal rites for the specs, but they had bothered with seal rites.


Fiel a dit avec un sourire bouillonnant de colère, alors que Kurami a sorti un sourire de mauvais augure une fois encore──
They had implemented an eighty-four-fold rite using the seal of protection of an Old Deus. And they’d used the Holy Forge, the power of Ocain, to enable shifting.


=== Partie 4 ===
Til had subsumed Fiel’s unit and commandeered it under the protection of Ocain. And there was no rule that Til couldn’t use that thing shifted from her hideout!! Chlammy asked suspiciously of the merry Fiel, who occupied the same cockpit:


C'était un bain très bruyant, mais malgré cela, Steph était submergée dans l'eau chaude.
“…Fi, I’ve been wondering: Whose idea was it to use the seal of Ocain’s protection?”


Les plaintes, le mécontentement et l'insatisfaction volaient en éclats. Mais malgré tout, tout le monde semblait s'amuser.
She’d heard of the “rites of spirit-breaking” or whatever that they’d used in the War, such as Áka Si Anse—spells that used seal rites to call upon the protection of Kainas, creator of the Elves. But it was said they were no longer usable after the Ten Covenants. In that case, this thing Fiel produced must have been newly compiled, after the War.


"....s'amuser est la chose la plus importante après tout"
…Who would have implemented a seal rite to call upon Ocain, of all gods? For that matter, even having grown up in Elven Gard, Chlammy had never heard of a spell that could un-quasi-shift such a large mass.


Ce paysage était comme prévu, comme elle le souhaitait, et Steph a souri un peu.
“Mmm, I don’t know, myself. It’s been the Nirvalens’ ace in the hole for generations.”


── Cependant, l'instant d'après.
Fiel tilted her head. Yes, and they’d said this…


"Vous. Vous,vous ! Individu d'un nom indéterminé !"
“They said trump cards are trump cards because you don’t reveal them until the showdown.”


"Hyaaaaaaaaaaa !? Attends, je pense que c'est la pire chose qu'on m'ait jamais appelée !?"
Howeverrr… She gave Chlammy her greatest smile as she continued.


Holou est apparue de nulle part devant elle, submergée dans la baignoire, et Steph a poussé un cri.
“Why, my ultimate trump card is you, Chlammy.♪”


Mais Horou n'avait aucune mauvaise volonté.── Non, elle ne savait même pas ce qu'était la " mauvaise volonté ", alors elle a incliné la tête dans la confusion,
Fiel had gone to such lengths as to reveal her family’s secret. She smiled at her best friend: They had lost—and that therefore was the victory planned. Chlammy beamed and reflexively looked away, embarrassed.


“......... ? Quoi qu'il en soit, tu as trop de désignations. Lequel dois-je supposer ?"
“If you say we can’t win…why, then we can’t win.”


"Stéphanie Dola ! Je viens d'une famille respectable ! J'ai un nom avec un bon pédigrée !"
Yes…from the moment Chlammy had concluded that they couldn’t win…


── Horou s'est-il souvenu de ce que Sora vient de dire, que c'est impoli de ne pas appeler quelqu'un par son nom ?
…Fiel had resigned from this game…


Cependant, pour une raison ou une autre, Horou y a réfléchi très sérieusement et a hoché la tête. Puis, elle l'a appelée :
So, they had requested of Sora and Shiro a friendly token of appreciation for their friendly cooperation. It was a condition of the deal, in other words: No matter who won—


"Cependant, il n'y en a aucun qui t'appelle comme ça. En calculant celui qui se chevauche le plus, j'ai émis l'hypothèse : "Ste".
—Veig must be commanded to bear shame for the rest of his life…


"Après avoir dit tout ce que vous n'auriez pas pu faire pendant deux lettres de plus !"?
“Whyyy, it doesn’t matter what you do as long as you win!! Our objective is to convict that thing, the offender! In which caaase, it doesn’t maaatter who uses whose power to win. As long as the crook gets his just deserts, we have wooon!!”


Était-elle satisfaite de pouvoir émettre des hypothèses sur son nom ? Holou ignore Steph et lui demande ce qu'elle voulait demander à l'origine.
Fiel’s bright demeanor made Chlammy chuckle.


C'est-à-dire──
“…Well, we do have to regret a little we didn’t make good on our chance to win directly.”


"Ste, qu'est-ce qui est "amusant" ?"
“But we must count ourselves blessed to have been able to pummel you a bit.♪ After allll—”


"Qu-Qu-Quoi ? Ah mm, tu vois.... N'est-ce pas amusant... en ce moment ?"
“Yes. We are really perfect outsiders to this matter. We’re not even friends, you know?”


─Faisons quelque chose d'amusant. C'est amusant, non ?
As they snidely echoed Veig’s remarks, Chlammy had a thought.


Sora et Shiro avaient dit cela à Horou, mais elle n'avait pas été capable de le définir avec précision.
—They could win an unwinnable match through someone else’s power. Then how might they answer an unanswerable question?


Elle regardait Steph avec des yeux purs──
“We’ll make others answer for us… In other words, as usual, we win through sophistry.”


"H-hmm. Ce n'est pas juste si tu es heureux ou pas ?"
—Having had their past questioned: Have you paid your tab?


Quand elle a entendu cette réponse, Horou a incliné la tête.
—They answered with their future: I will when I can…


"....si c'est une question de plaisir ou de désagrément, alors oui. Il semble que Horou ne soit pas mécontent pour le moment. Cependant──"
……


".... on ne sait pas si cela continuera d'être le cas. Par conséquent, on ne peut pas émettre une hypothèse complète, n'est-ce pas ?"
“…And so the puppet continued building the sky… The sky only they still could not see…”


"── S-Sora──Vous ! Avez-vous lu les pensées d'une entité à intelligence multiple── ?"
In the cramped cockpit, Chlammy smiled subtly as she gazed upon the sky before her. They’d opened it for her, for Fi, for Jibril, the Werebeasts, the Old Deus, and Ex Machina… And now…


Sora répondit à la place de Steph, et quand elle l'entendit, Holou répondit d'une voix terrifiée.
“They’re opening up Til’s sky… Going on until they find their own…”


── Le fait qu'il y ait un avenir que même un Ancien Dieu ne peut pas voir doit la rendre mal à l'aise.
== Partie 7 ==


Sora a dû le deviner par sa finesse, Miko a souri involontairement à cela, et a failli éclater de rire.
At last, brilliant, blinding light.


Avec Holou, elle a écouté attentivement ce qui a suivi :
Til had gathered things from outside—welded them, forged them, patched them together in one wrong way after another. Now her fire melted them all together, and cast them as ingenuity, which she used to reach the sky.


"Dans ce cas, vous ne savez pas ce qui se passera après ça. Essaie d'y penser." ────
“…Uncle…have I…kept…my promise…?”


"C'est désagréable ?"
The spirits raged, and her body ached as if it was about to break.


"....................... Non. Pourquoi ?"
“Have I…reached a sky…that no one has seen before?!”


Demanda Holou à Sora, s'émerveillant du fond du cœur, cependant,
The heat threatened to burn out her spirit corridor junction nerves. But alas, Til smiled regardless…


"Qui sait♪ Je ne sais pas ce qui va se passer après ça, mais──"
“…Do you…want…to know…what it’s…like…?!”


Quand Holou a demandé ça, son visage n'était pas mal à l'aise, c'était juste,
By now, only one thing entered her muddied consciousness: the distant sky Til was sure she’d never imagined, and that no one else ever had—the feeling of floating in a deep, black sky, Veig too far behind to see, uncertain of whether he could hear the voice she wrung out, or even whether it was coming out at all—


"J'ai l'impression que ce sera aussi amusant qu'aujourd'hui, si ce n'est plus, n'est-ce pas ?"
Still, she’d fulfill the promise of that distant day. She’d vowed that she would surpass him—and promised something to the bird of that day. She spelled out the wish she’d held in her heart, that her words, her smile would reach their destination.


────
'''“You piece of shit, you’ll never understand, you won’t!! Serves you right, it does!! Pft!”'''


"Médium, médium"
«Niecey!! You got to get back at me, huh?! Ain’t ya imitatin’ me?!»


Soudain, Horou s'est téléporté à nouveau et a appelé Miko, qui se concentrait sur une seule tasse de saké. Miko a répondu non pas avec sa voix, mais juste avec ses yeux──
Veig’s transmission came through at trace volume. Til did hear it, though, and she closed her eyes and grinned.


"Hypothèse : On dirait que Horou..."
…Please. I’m about to fall under the delusion that I have become a bird, I do. But I know…that it’s just an illusion, I do. By tomorrow, perhaps even by one second in the future, I’ll be made to know


"──...S'amuse beaucoup en ce moment !" Dit Horou en souriant.
Very well then…!! Making mistakes is my only specialty—!!


Quand elle a entendu cela, Miko a été profondément émue et a fermé les yeux.
—Assuming I can… Assuming that nothing’s impossible! I’ll fail again, and build up my mountain of mistakes, I will!!


Elle ne se souvenait plus combien d'années s'étaient écoulées depuis la dernière fois qu'elle avait vu ce tendre sourire.
She’d lose her way, she’d get confused, she’d blunder—and every time, she’d cry and wail and gnash her teeth in vexation! Til would take the long way around like a perfect fool, getting lost repeatedly, pathetically drenched in tears and shame. She might never even know if it had meaning. But there was a sight that could only be seen by taking that foolish path.


Miko elle-même était plus surprise que n'importe qui d'autre du fait qu'elle l'avait fait spontanément──et dit quelques mots :   
It could never be seen by those born with natural talent…by the birds that didn’t build airplanes.


“... Laisse-moi l'être"
It could never be seen by the birds that had never felt that obsession: I want to fly anyway. There was such an entertaining sight to see, to be found in a place no one imagined.


C'est ainsi qu'elle a répondu à son amie............
…I’m ready to make as many mistakes as it takes. I can say that now, I can…


=== Partie 5 ===
And so, while Til went limp in Shiro’s arms—


──Quelques jours plus tard.
“…Well, bet this is news to you smart folks. Here’s the common knowledge of the weak. Listen with gratitude, yeah?!”


"Eh bien.... quelles sont vos affaires, possesseur du Suniaster ── correction"
—Sora howled at the shell of the E-bomb, which glowed like a star to announce it was ready for blast-off.


Ils étaient au bout du monde, au sommet d'une gigantesque pièce d'échecs,
“…Generally speaking, things in the world don’t go the way you imagine…”


"Ou devrais-je t'appeler par ton nom...'Tet' ?..." demanda Horou en le regardant fixement. Il était soudain apparu et avait dit 'Jouons au échec☆'.
Just as they had sailed for India and mistakenly arrived in the New World; as they had tried to prove everything with mathematics and mistakenly refuted their mathematics; as they had built rockets to reach the moon and mistakenly dropped them on Earth…


Le Horou actuel n'a même pas le pouvoir de parler à Tet.
…As far as humans were concerned, perfection was a waste of time. They’d mess it up anyway. To seek mere perfection wasn’t going to do it. Therefore—!!


Elle n'a pas non plus le pouvoir de résister aux convocations directes de Tet, donc elle était de mauvaise humeur.
“Your thinking is too damn small!! If you want to fly, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go past the damn moon and crash into Mars by mistake!!”


"Bien sûr ! Ah, en échange, je t'appellerai aussi Horou ! C'est bien, n'est-ce pas ?"
Well…yes…?


Elle avait été convoquée unilatéralement et sans hésitation par cet infidèle Dieu Unique et Véritable.
“Even if you get up and down backward, you might be able to go through the planet to the sky at the other side, right?♪”


Ce Dieu Unique et Véritable a vu les sentiments derrière cette protestation silencieuse, mais peut-être qu'il n'aurait pas dû, à la fin, il a dû les ignorer.
You might end up with a result better than perfect, right?


“... Rejetée. Puisque tu es pour Horou une──Non. Je suppose que tu es notre "ennemi"." La mauvaise humeur d'Horou a augmenté d'un cran, et elle a déplacé une pièce parce qu'elle a refusé, cependant,
«…You fockin’ with me? Shit—»


“... Mmm. Je vois ~'Horou-chan' veux-tu toujours obtenir le Suniaster ?" demanda Tet, alors qu'il déplaçait sa pièce.  
A man born with natural talent… A bird that flew by sensibility alone…transmitted back with a sense of awe at the unknown he’d never had before—or not in a long time at least.


Il avait complètement ignoré son refus et lui avait ouvertement fait référence avec familiarité. Bien sûr, c'était une question à laquelle Tet connaissait la réponse.
Indeed…they couldn’t use the E-bomb. So he didn’t know what it was they were on the verge of launching. He didn’t know what it was to accomplish. He didn’t even know a thing about the heights where his niece floated now.


Par conséquent, Horou──
But even so! There was one thing he was sure about. He howled with a longing he’d never felt.


"....Tet. Tu as dit : "Je ne regarde que le passé", c'est exact ?"
«So you’re saying you don’t know what the hell will happen. You’re bloody daft, aren’t ya?!»


C'est vrai, Tet avait le principe de ne pas regarder vers l'avenir, et il était fier d'avoir une si bonne habitude.
If it might be the case that Til couldn’t take it—!! That instant, Veig’s unit appeared to get blown away and then vanished from sight. One soul raced forth through the air, with maneuvers uncapturable by Sora’s eyes, or by the venue’s cameras. It left no trace; the unit broken down, it raced past its limits, riding the force of a fist.


Cependant, sa seule réponse a été un sourire. Quand Horou vit cela, elle poussa un soupir et déclara : "── Hypothèse : tu pourrais dire que ce n'est pas un mauvais passe-temps."
—I’ll overcome even that—


"Je suis heureux que tu comprennes. Mais c'était une mauvaise idée, n'est-ce pas ? Très bien, échec♪"
Detecting the single strike to end it, Sora smirked and answered inwardly.


── La mauvaise humeur d'Horou s'est encore aggravée, alors Tet a souri un peu.
—Yeah. That’s right! That’s how we live, as fools incapable of anything but straying and failing and erring. Bet it’s a breath of fresh air for smarty-pants jerks like you who live with all trial and no error, huh?


──C'est vrai, cet Horou ne veut plus connaître l'avenir ni les réponses. Tet n'avait même pas besoin d'utiliser le Suniaster, il l'a compris rien qu'en la regardant. C'est parce que ce ne serait pas drôle.
What’s gonna happen? How the hell would I know?!


Her Quintessence Doubted, Desired, and thought about those things at the same time. What that Quintessence wanted now wasn’t that. Holou stares at Tet.
“That’s why you gotta test that shit! That’s what we idiots call science!”


“However, thou said that thou wanted to see Holou’s tearful face.”
Sora sneered and activated the contents of the E-bomb in the muzzle, and a moment later Veig unleashed one soulful strike that pierced the shell.


“Hmm...... well, that’s right. But I said ‘your’──” Tet said ambiguously with a bitter smile. At any rate, he didn’t want to see the current Holou’s crying face.
== Partie 8 ==


‘If I had to choose between them, I prefer the current one’ Tet thought.
It was a full-on collision of Veig’s and Til’s souls, entangling, stirring, radiating white. No one could tell whose soul it was anymore. Everything raced through the catalysts and through the minds of all present…


“── Hypothesis: Thy demand will not be fulfilled.” Holou announced.
……


That’s right, and definitely:
…The man had been born with outstanding sensibilities. Everyone knew him to be a genius. He too knew this, not as a matter of presumption or conceit, but as a proud matter of fact. He swung his hammer without guile, yet with ferocity. To create a work that was better—no, the best. An unprecedented masterpiece. A divine revelation!! He would enter that


“... Because the one who will make a crying face is thou, Tet.”
realm only one before in the history of Dwarf, his ancestor, had laid eyes on. His eyes reflected the back of that genius who had laid his fingers on creation—the alteration of concepts. He would reach that extreme none had approached in six thousand years. The man who kept piling up successes was the second coming of that sublimity. Everyone was certain he would be the next chieftain. Amidst all this, the man was hurling invective at a strange kid who was following him around:


Tet thought that, if anything, he’d want to see that and smiled at that.
“Hey… Get lost already, would ya, fockin’ brat?! You’re gettin’ in the way of my work!!”


Holou returned his check, and Tet thought for a long time, however, he still happily asked:
“I’m not getting in the way, I’m not. I’m seducing my future husband, I am.”


“── Is that future sight? Or is it just an expectation?”
The one contradicting him as if it was nothing was, at the time, a little girl. The one who called herself his future wife.


He knew that the answer to his question was, of course, that it was an expectation.
“If you think I’m getting in your way, that just proves you have feelings for me, doesn’t it, Uncle? Doesn’t it?!”


Tet smiles at how Holou now recognized expectations.
“Niecey, you’re gonna stand there winkin’ and blowin’ kisses at me like some bloody fool? I’ve feelings, harsh feelings!”


Holou was smiling, but she wasn’t aware of it herself, and Tet continued:
She was the precocious daughter of one of his older stepsisters, and she’d taken an inexplicable shine to him.


“It’s future sight. The future that thou don’t see. Holou hypothesizes that she will see it.”
“I ain’t got no interest in some kid who ain’t even got any hair grown in yet—can’t bear to look at ya. Piss off,” he commanded.


──Hmm?
The child shuddered at the man’s sharp one-eyed glare.


At that unexpected answer, Tet tries to understand Holou’s intentions, and returns the check again.
That was that. Everyone kept their distance from him. His eye had the gift of ending the conversation. Even children always grasped the point that he lived in a different world…until then…


Tet was probably unaware that it was more than he expected, he had a full face smile.
“H-how do you know that I’m smooth?! Have you seen it?!”


“── Holou, together with them, will make a future where thou are crying, and see it.” Holou said as she made a move to satisfactorily return the check, and Tet──
But this child shuddered because she suspected he had looked at her naked. Incidentally, this was the fifth time this exchange had occurred. In other words—


“... I see♪ All right, I’m really looking forward to that”
“You peeped on me?! You licked me all over with your eyes, how can I get married now, you should take responsibility, and then I’ll be the wife of the chieftain, what a way to marry up, it is! Come, come, come, Mr. Sir? If you’ll marry me, I can show you my body aaany—”


That’s right, he was truly looking forward to it from the bottom of his heart, and like that, he suddenly closed his eyes:
“I can see from your face you ain’t got no beard, all right?! Don’t blush. Why are ya strippin’?!”


“Then I’ll give you some quick advice. Holou-chan, you should perhaps be a little more patient☆”
“Ah!! No, I don’t want to be the wife of some pervert who lusts after children, I don’t!!”


So he made a serious move to try and end this reception game.
“Listen to me, will ya?! Wait, didn’t you just say you were seducing me? What do you want?!”


“.................................... Whyat?”
No matter how he tried to get rid of her, she kept coming. The man clutched his head.


With a single move, he reversed the situation on the board, so Holou unintentionally let out a weird voice, and entered into deep thought.
—The hell’s with this fockin’ brat? His niece had a strange way with words. But more than anything, it was his own sense of discomfort that confused him. Never having experienced failure or discouragement, the feeling was altogether unfamiliar to him. It would be a while before he realized it was his first experience of anger.


However, Tet’s attack was one of gaming’s basics, a mental attack, so he continues without stopping:
“…Listen, Niecey. I’m a fockin’ genius. And that makes me a bloody fine man. You followin’ me?”


“Ah! S-so you mean, when I marry you, I’ll be a fine woman?!”


“Argh, that ain’t it at all. This is the problem. You ain’t good for me, is what I’m sayin’.”


Back then, he had concluded thus:


“You’ll never be a fine woman.”






“…Uh-huhhh… What is a fine woman…?”


“First of all, she’s an adult with hair. You’re out of the question. And she’s a woman who fits me. Let’s see… So first, she has big boobs. And then, if her spirit-arm craft ain’t at least on my level, I ain’t messin’ with that, either. Otherwise, hmm, she’s damn beautiful and damn chaste and damn sexy as far as I’m concerned. That’s what it means to be a fine woman.”


“…Uncle, that’s just a fantasy woman, it is.”


“Rngh?”


“I-I—I mean, there are no Dwarves with big boobs, there aren’t! And everything after the ‘Otherwise, hmm’ is exactly what my aunts told me virgins fantasize about, it is! Uncle, are you a virgin? By the way, what is a virgin?!”


“Shut up! What’s wrong with an outta-this-world man wanting an outta-this-world woman? Those fockin’ sisters of mine!!”


And then:


“Heh, you’re hopeless, you are. I’ll just have to become a fine woman for you, I will.”


……Suddenly…


“In another thirteen, I’ll be an adult, I will. I’ll be downright bushy, I will!! I’ll be beautiful, and oh so chaste, whatever that means, I will! Then you just have to get me sexy, and that’s that, it is!!”


…the child whose pale blue eyes sparkled as she spoke started to feel extremely dissatisfied.


“I’ll do my best to make spirit arms like you, I will. If you just give up on the big boobs, I’ll be such a fine woman, right in front of you! And I’ll help you stop being a virgin, I will!!”


She smiled as if to ask: So what is a virgin? He thrust back feelings he didn’t understand himself—


“It ain’t happening. Such a good-for-nothin’ ain’t ever gonna get how to make spirit arms.”
…And that—
was the man’s first misreading…
“……A good-for-nothing…? …What? You mean me…?”
…What? What’s with those teary eyes like you can’t believe what you just heard?! The man felt ever more uncomfortable.
“Wh-why nottt? I-I’ll d-do my best, I will.”
“Your best ain’t gonna do it…!! Why can’t you see?!”
Ah—the child truly didn’t understand.
Dwarf was a race that created exactly what it imagined. But she didn’t see that she didn’t see what he saw. She’d never even imagined she might not have talent. The man stood bewildered as to why that was so uncomfortable for him.
“…I…I just don’t—understand, I don’t… A-after all…”
She rebutted between sobs.
“…Uncle, you don’t understand why I don’t understand, you don’t!”
And at last the man had his answer.
'''“U-Uncle—you can’t overcome the limits of your own imagination, you can’t!!”'''
“R-really…I’ve already surpassed your imagination, by being unimaginable to you, I have. I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you easily… S-see, I’ve won the argument, I have!”
…Indeed…the man himself did not understand the child. He couldn’t imagine what she was thinking, what she was feeling, what…she was crying about… The man she admired over all others had told her she was good for nothing. But she argued against that absolute pronouncement and declared that she’d yet overcome it, weeping and despairing while her eyes burned with blue fire. It was that paradox that baffled the man who never strayed or erred:
…He feared that unimaginable child…
…The man had been born with outstanding sensibilities. They grasped even that divine realm only his ancestor had seen. And thereby he became the first in history to reach the extreme that in over six thousand years no one had been able to approach.
And then? What next?
The man could only imagine following in the footsteps of his ancestor, but still he had a hunch. Given all this, what was it that his ancestor had seen before he reached this realm?
He couldn’t have been a normal Dwarf. He must have been different, something unreadable, incomprehensible, unimaginable… Rather like that well-endowed lady his ancestor was said to have loved…or—
“I—I promise I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you, I do.”
—like the paradoxical child declaring this irresolute resolution—
“…Arright then. Go make a spirit arm that surpasses mine and bring it back here.”
—to overcome six thousand years of Dwarven stagnation…and the limits of sensibility—
“I’ll be here waiting for the damn fine woman who can beat me. It’s a promise.”
—to become a damn fine woman.
The man and the child joined pinkies in a solemn oath. He didn’t understand what was meant by her eyes, which looked up at him holding back tears. But he decided that, until he understood, until he was surpassed—he’d be the finest man imaginable…to be a good match for such a fine woman.
But the child fled…
She was still a paradox, while he still did not understand her at all, running even as he chased. The days and months passed idly—until one day…
…the man fell right into the trap of two strange Immanities. The otherworlders were winning while running from their past. The contradiction made the man sure: These two would know why the child ran.
…And his hunch was proven right. However—
“…A damn ham-fisted resolution… I was the one running, huh?”
—as their consciousnesses melded and the man touched the soul of the child from back then, he laughed at himself. He’d been called out on his limits—and he himself had run from overcoming them.
And from trying to imagine why the child had cried that day. Her eyes, heavy with unease, had sought—
—someone to be her place of belonging, to take her fumbling hand as she looked up to that sky where she knew she couldn’t fly…in that darkness as deep as her will. That was all… The man shouldn’t have waited to be surpassed. He should have sought with the child a way to surpass his limits.
“… Really? Is that really how it is? You were running? Are you sure?”
In their melding consciousnesses, the sarcastic laughter of a young man interrupted their thoughts.
“You think falling into the junk heap with Til and becoming like Shiro and me is not running? You think that’s being right? Yeah, maybe it is. But maybe it isn’t.”
Was the man running from his tab? From the paradoxical child who hoped for what he couldn’t imagine? From his paradoxical self who tried to understand a child he couldn’t? Chasing after the child who fled against his sensibilities that told him it was impossible, going so far as to put us on the hook…
So, what’s the difference between running and running from running…?
== Partie 9 ==
And so…the impact that shook to the surface left the cave. The force that connected the parts of the massive body ceased, and pieces of metal fell like hail. Through the whirlwind of dust walked a man who carried an unconscious girl. A rusty man. His mithril had lost its luster due to spiritual overload, his hair and his beard now rusted over… But strangely it seemed to be the true form of a man with the surname Drauvnir. It seemed proof of the way of life of a fool, using and abusing himself to overcome himself, not knowing what would happen, unafraid of overload—the only one to overcome the limits of his race…
I won’t let her die. The man had sacrificed his frame and overcome his limits to save his niece. But then suddenly—seeing her unconscious in his arms yet unwilling to release her hammer, looking genuinely happy, her chest rising and falling dramatically in sleep, smiling—
“……Ha…ha…! Haaa—ha-ha-haaa…!!”
—the man at last collapsed, like his broken soul sword, spread-eagled over the ground laughing.
“…Ahh… My fockin’ niece beat me good… The future is hers… I’ve lost…”
Yes: Veig recognized his defeat. He looked up to the heavens—and at last, he and all the Dwarves watching the broadcast—
—saw…the sky…
An unknown sky, inconceivable underground…yet they saw it. That of which Til had spoken—just as that which had closed off the sky before had broken, for the first time in six thousand years, it was pried open—that which lay beyond the high blue sky…
“…You feel that, Veig Drauvnir? You see how small you are, how shitty your taste?” asked one of the shadows peering down at him. The shadowy figure glanced at the group that Jibril had saved the moment Veig’s core had broken.
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“You gotta fight with people on your level. Sorry, man. You’re just not up to playing me yet.”
Ah, what a small man he had been. Veig looked up at Sora, seeing in him a very different kind of man.
“…Small boobs, big boobs, even humongous boobs; fake boobs and real boobs… They are all boobs…”
A big man… Such a big man. Sora eyed him calmly.
“If you claim to love boobs, how can you speak of right or wrong? Speak of love.”
The big, big man’s voice was so clear you could hear him all the way to nirvana.
“To reject boobs other than those of the uniform ponderous size you favor as fake, and to impose this view on others…”
No censure, no blame, no scorn or spite could be heard in his voice…only the sound of a man who had obtained enlightenment and imparted to the world the truth.
“To speak to such a soul is less than my soul is worth.”
…Dost thou find it wonderful? Then may it be wonderful. No one can violate thy freedom to so find it. Then why, in speaking thy feelings, shalt thou denigrate others’? Indeed…
“Ideal tits? They’re perfect if you work on them? Ahh, how small, how small!!”
It was he, Veig, who had lacked confidence. Whereas this immeasurable man, as vast as the sky, had stood from the beginning far beyond Veig, on a higher plane.
…He was one truly great virgin. Yes…
“If ya want ideal boobs, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go for the woman who goes way the hell past your ideals, are ya?!”
Ah…it was just as his fockin’ niece had said. The child that day had already surpassed him…and now she’d become a fine woman who surpassed his imagination. Sora smiled at this, too.
“…Yeah. It was my limit to pursue mere perfection.”
Veig felt he’d seen for the first time what that child kept yearning for. She hadn’t been looking at the birds. From the very start, she’d been looking at the sky in which they flew…
“…Ah, finally I can see what my fockin’ niece saw.”
That sky one wished for and longed for and pined for and yet could never imagine: that which he’d always pursued…the ideal big tits that surpassed the perfect… Ah, yes…
Bwoing…
Veig gazed innocently at Til as she slept, her rising and falling chest—her humongous boobs. Tits of such excess as to look a little unbalanced, allowing statuesque beauty to crumble. He smiled at this ideal he’d finally found, an ideal beyond limits. He was happy……
== Partie 10 ==
Indeed… Only two in history had seen that divine realm. A third who had opened the door without being able to see it was responsible for this by-product of a successful failure. In the E-bomb shell had been placed two false ethers to conceptually resonate.
“Hey—th-these are heavy; I can’t even stand! ‘Big’ doesn’t even describe these!”
“You see, Dora, this is the conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob(?) essence’—”
“Analysis: Bust value of woman of unknown name. Provisionally categorized under handle ‘megatits.’ Very niche support.’”
“What are you talking about?! These are going to turn back, aren’t they? I can’t live like this!”
“Why, I’m fine if we don’t turn back, insofar as I’ve happened to match Chlammy. ”
“You must be joking! Why do I have even less now?! I won’t tolerate having no boobs! Hey, Fi, saying your small boobs match me, are you indirectly dissing me?! Give me back my boobs!”
“Query: This unit’s bust provisionally categorized under ‘ample bosom’… Questioning conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob essence.’”
“You see, it is not ‘big boob essence’ but ‘big boob(?) essence’—”
And there the ladies cavorted, their boobs changing randomly. Exactly as in the experiment four days earlier, except that this time it worked without an explosion. The conceptual rewriter used Lóni Drauvnir’s “big boob essence” along with one other false essence. Yes, just the same thing had happened as four days ago—instead of an explosion, it was its by-product. In other words:
“To summarize, it seems to be as in the experiment of four days ago, when, according to the sublime teachings of my masters, I engraved on unprocessed essence a seal identical to that for the big boob essence and activated this unidentified essence,” Jibril rehashed for the two who hadn’t been there. “I posit that a two-way reaction with the big boob essence
has generated a composite conceptual rewrite.”
Indeed…the principle was unknown. No one even understood how conceptual falsification worked. Thus, even Jibril was unable to explicate or elucidate this incomprehensibility. But she described it in words in such a rough manner as was possible. So:
“In short—the conceptual rewrite is in the form of a question: ‘Are these big boobs?’”
“These clearly cannot be described as big boobs!”
“Yes, you see, it is ‘big boob(?) essence,’ such as to make everyone ask, ‘These are big boobs?’”
……
== Partie 11 ==
“For the record, this is the first and last time I’m gonna play Cupid for anyone, all right?!”
Sora paid no attention to the commotion. He took the hand of his sister, apparently the only one unaffected: Big boobs? Where?
“For God’s sake, I’m still updating my years alive and without a girlfriend!! And now I’m supposed to help some d00d land a heroine?! And not just any heroine, but the one and only—the real thing—the brown legal Loli monster girl!”
“…I hope you find…happiness.♪ That’s one heroine…out of the running…”
The siblings walked away. Veig heard them loud and clear. He grinned softly at the sleeping face of his niece, who still smiled happily in his arms.
“…Ho… Bitches, I’ve heard your answer… I feel your soul…”
There was something the otherworldly siblings had never spoken of to the end. They hadn’t put that answer into words, or even returned it in their souls. Indeed…
“I was wrong to question you. Thanks for showin’ me…the sky…”
He got the sense that if they could beat this game world, they could say they’d fled to win… So:
“Lemme help ya build the sky of your future. Let’s be bosom buddies.”
They’d overthrow this game world, its rules, everything. They’d beat the world. Just you wait.
We’re coming for you next, friggin’ Earth…




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Chapitre 5 : Pour répondre (Pragmatisme)[edit]

Et donc,

la marionnette s'enfuit vers le ciel que l'oisillon désirait tant,

vers ce monde étroit et sombre.

Oui...

Un ciel pour que la marionnette soit à l'abri du mal, pour sourire du cœur.

Un endroit où personne ne les piétinerait, où personne ne les blesserait,

aucune force ne les contraint, aucun besoin de changer.

Un nouveau monde où ils pourraient voler.

 

Ce jour-là,

L'oisillon savait très bien que ça ne serait probablement jamais le cas.

L'oisillon implora la marionnette, qui jura de se battre :

Aucun ciel ne vaut la peine de te voir souffrir.

Alors la marionnette, elle aussi, s'enfuit dans cette même cage.

Jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions un moyen de créer ce ciel,

c'est ce que pensait la marionnette dans ce monde étouffant.

Pensée et seulement pensée...

Doutant et vacillant, ne trouvant rien à chercher,

la marionnette pensait toujours à cette promesse :

 

Ce jour-là,

dans un nouveau pays, regardant les cieux,

voyant le bébé oiseau déployer ses ailes et sourire,

la marionnette vide - le ciel - Sora -

Traduit avec www.DeepL.com/Translator (version gratuite)

Partie 1[edit]

...Une scène remplie de l'écho de l'éruption de la Forge Sacrée... le site d'élimination des déchets.

Une gigantesque machine humanoïde argentée avance à pas lourds dans les ruines souterraines ensevelies sous les déchets métalliques. Des larmes coulent dans les yeux ardents de Veig qui marmonne avec désolation le premier souci de sa vie.

"... Ai-je vraiment fait quelque chose de si mal... ?"

Il se souvint des deux âmes qu'il avait fracassées après une lutte inattendue - l'âme de cette petite herbe étrangement coriace aux seins excellents, et l'âme de cette vipère incompréhensiblement toxique qui avait fait craquer son épée pour la première fois. Se balançant sombrement, vacillant en avant, il pensait :

...Que diable ai-je fait... ?

Veig se souvenait avoir été remercié, mais jamais blâmé. Pourtant, tout ce qu'il ressentait maintenant était un mystérieux sentiment de culpabilité gravé dans son âme trop profondément pour le nier. Maintenant, il se tenait là, devant la masse métallique tombée, la machine gisant sur le sol avec ses membres totalisés.

"...Ho... J'ai bien dit que je serais en retard, mais pour faire une sieste, tu as du cran, hein ?"

Veig a regardé attentivement le cadre cassé. Par le biais du système de communication, il a accusé ses pilotes de faire les morts.

Dans ce jeu, les attaques ne causent aucun dommage direct à la machine adverse. Par conséquent, tout dommage doit provenir d'une défaillance du rite ou d'une erreur de tir - ou être auto-infligé. Et honnêtement, c'était les deux. L'intuition de Veig lui a dit. Il a soulevé le corps brisé et a hurlé.

"Hey, je te parle !! Ton adversaire, c'est moi. Ne te retourne pas et ne meurs pas. Tu n'as aucun sens ?!"

En effet... Sora et Shiro n'ont jamais eu la moindre chance contre Veig dans une bataille d'armes spirituelles. Il était donc inévitable qu'ils perdent. Mais quand même...

"Tu n'as pas l'intention de te taire sans dire un mot sur ton âme, n'est-ce pas ? !"

Oui, ils avaient tenu tête à Veig avec une tempête de balles impensable. Mais ils n'ont rien emporté de leur âme, le barrage était trop fragile. Tout ce qu'il a fait c'est rejeter l'attaque de Veig et dire non à son âme...

Il n'a rien dit. Il n'a rien admis. Leur âme avait seulement rejeté la sienne et était restée inébranlable. Veig a serré les dents. S'ils pouvaient faire autant, alors pourquoi ?

Il souleva le cadre en ruine comme s'il le tenait par le col et se mit en colère :

“Quand allez-vous répondre à ma question ?!”

Et il a enfin obtenu une réponse.

"...Tout de suite, je le ferai. Je vais vous donner votre réponse, je vais le faire."

... Une voix a murmuré à travers la porte.

"Whuh ?!"

L'épave a soudainement répliqué en explosant, libérant un torrent d'âme fou. Elle lui répondit par une puissante imagerie qui lui vola momentanément sa conscience.

—……

Il était au fond d'un petit trou, sombre et exigu. Veig connaissait la fille qui pleurait en regardant le ciel, seule. Il la connaissait bien... la fille incapable de voler, qui plus que quiconque admirait les oiseaux qui volaient si haut.

Une fille paradoxale, elle savait qu'elle ne pouvait pas voler et pourtant elle levait les yeux au ciel... Elle pleurait même si elle avait abandonné... Le monde l'interrogeait avec des questions sans réponse - pourquoi elle avait fui, pourquoi elle n'avait pas essayé - puis lui demandait pourquoi elle pleurait... et la méprisait pour cela. Il l'a laissée dans ce trou... sans rien vouloir...

La fille solitaire... balançant son marteau à travers les larmes...... Il-

—……

Veig a essayé de tendre la main... mais blam, l'explosion a secoué la grotte et l'a tiré de sa rêverie. Dès qu'il a jeté un coup d'oeil autour de lui, peut-être plus tôt, il a deviné ce qui se passait. Il grimaça et hurla d'impatience.

"Quelle blague... Vous n'avez jamais eu personne là-dedans depuis le début ? C'était télécommandé... ?!"

Maintenant que tu le dis, il n'y avait aucune règle qui disait que tu devais piloter la machine... si ? S'ils le contrôlaient depuis un cockpit à l'extérieur du cadre, ils pouvaient le balancer sans problème.

Mais même si c'était télécommandé, ils devaient être connectés à leurs bras spirituels. Ce qui signifiait que faire exploser leur propre cadre si négligemment aurait des répercussions. Et en effet, le sol a tremblé avec une réaction en chaîne d'explosions l'une après l'autre dans toute la décharge.

Les esprits générés ont dessiné des lignes de lumière comme si elles circulaient dans des circuits gravés sur la scène. Le circuit de lumière convergeait pour le montrer :

La véritable unité !

Désireux de voir où se trouvait le vrai cockpit, Veig a suivi la lumière de l'esprit jusqu'à sa destination. Il s'est avéré qu'il se trouvait au centre de la scène tremblante, si loin que sa fonction zoom était tout juste suffisante pour le distinguer. Au sommet d'une plante particulièrement haute, ses yeux ont trouvé leur cible et se sont ouverts en grand. Il s'agissait d'une fille qu'il connaissait bien, debout sur le siège d'un cockpit ouvert.

"Vous demandez pourquoi j'ai fui ce monde sanglant, n'est-ce pas... ? ...C'est une question stupide, en effet."

Mais c'est une fille qu'il ne connaissait pas qui lui a murmuré. Ses yeux, embrasés d'un feu inextinguible, regardaient sa machine au loin. La fille, avec un morceau de ferraille en forme de marteau dans sa main, a parlé comme si elle déposait une déclaration de guerre. De son cœur, elle a dit son âme... pas des faits objectifs, mais ses sentiments :

"C'est parce que je méprise ce monde, vraiment."

Partie 2[edit]

Til’s voice, resolute, was yet like her limbs…jittery. She couldn’t help but tremble, because of what she saw down there from the open cockpit—Veig standing there in the venue that still quaked from the blasts—and because of the sparkling hammer in her right hand. Regardless—

“Don’t worry. We’ll blast off with you. We promised, didn’t we?”

“…Brother…always…keeps, his promises… Trust us, okay?”

—Sora’s and Shiro’s voices intoned from the seat in front of her, joyful but firm. And Til felt them holding her left hand tight. She broke into a smile to realize her trembling had somehow stopped…and she continued with her eyes fixed straight ahead on Veig’s machine, all the way through to the man inside.

“…I hate this country. I hate Hardenfell, I do.”

She reaffirmed her feelings—her belief. This arrogant world told her not to run. This

oppressive world told her not to be ashamed. Til looked up at its tireless way of life and sneered at it.

“I love the sky, I do… In this country…the sky is closed off, it is.”

The cave’s ceiling reminded her; lost and confused, she’d ended up in this dump before she knew it, and the world asked her, Why did you run? Now, Til knew the feeling of a hand in hers. Now, she knew another world—that of those two. Now, she could say it:

Ah…there never was a place for me here.

—Screw this place—!!

So—!

“I also hate the chieftain of this country. I hate you, I do…!”

The hammer sparkled ever brighter as Til’s words spilled out uncontrollably, with the pain that burned her up. What came back was a lonely, sorrowful chuckle. Til ground her teeth.

…She’d known—no, she’d had a hunch—that he’d say that. What he was saying. As if it was everything—

“I hate that…how everything’s just as you expected… I hate iiit!!”

Her voice impulsively swelled with the pain that only grew:

“I hate how you act like you’re so great, I do! I hate even more that you actually are, I do!!”

The dam had burst, and her feelings could no longer be contained.

“I hate how you advertise yourself as a genius, I do! I hate how I can’t argue because you actually are a genius, I do!! I hate how you look down on me, I do! I hate so much that it’s only natural because you’re above me, I do!! I hate how you’re so hairy!! You shaved too much, you say?! So what? Are you trying to rub it in? I wish you’d go to hell, I do!! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you—U-Uncle, you’re a pervert!! I hate you very, very, veeery much, I do!!”

«Whoa!! Come on, stop already or I’m really gonna cry! Goddamn!»

The momentum had flushed out everything Til wanted to say. Inattentive to the tearful begging over the comm system, Til caught her breath. As the shaking of the stage and the sparkling of her hammer and her pain all grew in speed, she wiped her tears. With a sharp, firm voice, she mulled over her words carefully and gave her answer:

“I hate you. That’s why I run. If that’s not enough for you to understand—”

Then in the spirit of the game:

“—I’ll sock it to you like this—and then I think you will understand, I do.”

Yes—seeing behind her eyelids the place the feeling of those two had taken her as they held her left hand, that black sky with a white bird, Til laid down the gauntlet sonorously.

“I fled to win—to honor my promise, I did.”

…A tactical withdrawal was made when one had a chance of victory… She had been just lost, but now it would be redefined—no. Each time another explosion went off, the spirits converged into her hammer, and it was that pain.

And now it had been redefined—!!

That pain had turned her conviction into that of the past. Til savagely swung her hammer as she—

—bellowed forth her soul with the stirring of a power beyond all normal conception throughout the venue.

“I fled for the sake of this day, when I’d surpass you, I diiid!!”

Partie 3[edit]

It was a power that all feared instinctively. The memories sleeping deep in their blood awakened. An outrageous power of a whole different rank, a whole different status, a whole different order of magnitude—quite literally a different level. The future brought on in the next few moments by this power beyond reason didn’t take someone like Veig to foresee. It was a strike from the heavens that sneered at every one of heaven’s gifts crawling atop the earth, judging them likewise of null value. No one could mistake that power. It was

a Heavenly Smite……

“Hey, whoaaa! I thought the Flügel wasn’t—hey, isn’t that against the rules?!”

From his machine—his cockpit—Veig screeched, blanching. Someone who wasn’t in the game—with magic that wasn’t even a seal rite!! His one eye searched in a panic for the Flügel, but in the next moment—

—he realized that the center of the crawling power…was Til’s hammer. And his one eye was opened by the roar over the comm system and the unheard-of shock that followed… Yes:

«Ultra-large-scale spirit-arm expansion—connect all!! Ariiiise!!!»

Til’s face wrenched in agony as she brought down the hammer. There was a flash as it bore through the cockpit…and through the plant below. With that, there came a moment of silence to the blast-stricken venue. And then…

“—?!!”

…a vertical oscillation unlike anything that had gone before tossed them. A heavy shock came from behind Veig. He dodged instinctively on the spot, but from the mass of metal that had only grazed him flowed a tempestuous soul.

……

A girl who wanted to imagine things that could not be imagined. A girl who wanted to fly though by no effort could she fly. Saying she could do nothing, she chased the bird in the sky for which there was nothing to do…

They said she was just running. They mocked that it was impossible. Her soul…

«I…knew it! …I knew it!! Better than anyone, I did…!!»

The transmission helped Veig crawl back to reality. But another—no, ten more—no, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand—innumerable storms of metal whipped through the stage and assaulted his unit like squalls.

Just scraps, they hadn’t much in the way of force or even speed. But every time the fierce soul contained in them scratched by his frame, it left residue. As Til’s voice, wheezing in agony, continued to come through, it pounded at Veig’s will, hard, so hard—

«So…you wanted me to live like you…? Fa-kew!!»

To live like them. Like a Dwarf. Without giving up. Without going astray or tiring. To try to overcome natural gifts. To live without shame or retreat. Indeed… Putting themselves on pedestals, though they couldn’t overcome Veig!! Looking as if they understood, talking as if they knew!! They’d called her rubbish, and then!! They’d all said it. They’d basically said this…

—Everyone else is doing it, so you should, too.

—You can dream you’ll be rewarded. Just do it—

—just shut up and do your work!!—

«I don’t like a world that tells me what to do… I hate it, I do!!»

I’ll never give in…

I’ll overcome the chieftain and destroy those dictates—!!

I’ll use measuring instruments and Elven theory. I’ll use anything to find a different way!

I’ll show him… So she thought…

«But…no matter what I did…I just…couldn’t find anything!!»

Just piling up failures. Bathed in error, lost, confused, making one mistake after another. At last surrendering to a false resignation, as paradoxical as ever. Unable to say anything in return… At some point…she came to think she’d forgotten those feelings, and just wandered, pathetically.

«…But—hee-hee… Now I know what to say—I do…»

Weeping, sobbing, yet the two souls grinned. At last Veig realized the true nature of the maelstrom of metal pounding his unit. And for the first time in his life, he said, It couldn’t be—he doubted his own intuition.

“……Hey… Ho. I must be hallucinating, ain’t I?”

He saw the whirlwind of metal converging. Not the ground shaking, but the stage moving. Not the metal flying, but just gathering. The parts, the catalysts were joining and coupling and assembling. The majestic waste disposal site was rising as one. The stage itself was wakening—and standing up. That was his impression. It was confirmed by Til’s announcement to everyone watching in Hardenfell, I’ll tell you, and the thing that towered before his eyes—a thing inconceivably gargantuan.

«You forge ahead without shame…as you will—but I, too…will do as I will, I will!!»

She’d led a life of shame—failing, contradicting herself, getting lost without end. Today, this moment, was what it had all been for, and for that she was proud. She trumpeted to all the world that had rejected her, just as they were taught:

«Shut up!! Your stupid world can eat shit, it can!! Pft!»

Having asserted her freedom to rebel, the girl crumpled. The siblings embraced her and kept her from falling. Veig gaped at last.

It wasn’t from finally observing the giant object towering over him. It was the girl held by the siblings in the now-empty cockpit at the top…the girl weeping tears of heartfelt joy that she was not alone—a girl beyond his knowledge, who looked down at a bird from heights beyond its knowledge…with a dazzling smile…beyond all knowledge.

«…Uncle, did you…ever imagine…this…?»

She asked him whether this was a sight that effort and sensibility could get to—and that moment, a torrent of violence descended upon Veig’s unit…

Partie 4[edit]

Neither Veig nor any of the Dwarves watching through all of Hardenfell had ever imagined it, most likely. However, aside from Dwarves…the three who were watching at Til’s hideout did not seem all that surprised. Their eyes still on the monitor, they spoke admiringly…

“…Wow… A city can walk, can it…? Oh, is that also a spirit arm?”

“To be more precise, it is a spirit-arm expansion connected to her hammer, on which she engraved my one-percent Heavenly Smite.”

“Observation: Height 9,700 meters. Length 74,200 meters. Cannon count 982. Definition: High-maneuver fortress class. Evidence of brilliance of Master. Excessive. Zero maturity. This unit loves that part of him, too… Blush.”

Steph knew those siblings… She’d imagined they’d do something unimaginable. No, she’d known it. So she watched the screen with a sense of resignation, as a shadow desperately ran from the storm falling from the mountain of steel…

Partie 5[edit]

At the venue, rain fell from the heap of scrap—torrential rain deep underground where there was no sky. Each drop sliced the wind, pierced the ground, and created a deeper depth below the bottom.

“What a little man you are, Veig!! You talk big, but you’re the one who’s smaaaall!!”

It was a hailstorm of scrap that accompanied the raucous laughter.

“You called this stage our hunting grounds?! What puny thoughts—what a tiny imagination!! As would be expected from someone so small-minded as to only appreciate big boobs—ah, it’s a veritable microcosm of your life!!”

“…You said…we could use any machines…and do anything with the venue, didn’t you?♪”

Towering with a sneer on top was a giant mecha of junk—of the unwanted. Of unvalued failures and rejected scrap.

This was the gathering place for the things that might have not been mistakes. This was their home turf, they indicated with a sneer.

“Who’s gonna take the time to hunt their prey after they’ve already lured them in?”

Sora uproariously exposed the truth that was now assaulting Veig.

“If you’re gonna lure in your prey, obviously you’re gonna go straight to a trap, aren’t you, you scrub?!”

It was a cage, a trap. The junk itself, the venue itself, the soul of a girl who had patched failure to error itself—

“Ladies and gentlemen—the venue itself is our machine!! How do you like that?!”

“…We of Blank call it…the Spirit of Mother Til…♪”

It literally looked down on Veig, nine hundred seventy times his size. Sora and Shiro cackled, back at the reins for their big counterattack.

—Come, O ye who declare yourselves infallible, those of the righteous world. Now our patchwork heap shall speak with iron and lightning and fire to test our Mother’s spirit. We shall now question the refuse that you have shorn away and discarded in your quest to forge. We ask: On what grounds did you reject us—?!

“Personally, I’m not as into the NEXTs as the Arms Forts built by average schmucks to confront them.”

In fiction, raw size is destined to be overthrown.

Which is how we know that reality is different!! Indeed—!!

“Raw mass is the secret to defeating genius, biiitch!! We haven’t designed this bullet hell with any place to hide! You trap ’em and smash ’em with sheer numbers! There’s no better tactic!! All you gotta do is win, baby, win!!”

In reality—overkill is all the better!!

Seated in the cockpit, Sora and Shiro controlled the massive body and filled the screen with projectiles.

«The fock?! How’d you get such a crazy machine?!»

Veig screeched as he just barely managed to demi-shift from one empty location to another.

«What kinda Dwarf has the power to run a barmy monster like that?!»

Between that and the Heavenly Strike, Veig was sure now there were some spirits involved far outside the regulations. He raged at their perceived violation of the rules.

……Ha. His opponents laughed in unison. They knew it: Dwarves were the perfect negative examples. After all, they were just half-right. Just as he guessed that the stage itself was their machine, but that wasn’t even close to enough. On Sora’s lap sat Shiro—and on her lap sat a girl whose face was scrunched in pain, but who still sneered with fearless irony—

“Chieftain… You ask that now? I couldn’t even start up our first machine without boosting, I couldn’t.”

It seemed he had still overlooked the trick in Shiro’s arms. Yes, it was the murmuring of Til, the real trick, most impossible of all—

“To begin with…I can’t even use magic without boosting, I can’t.”

«—Huhhh?!»

—that made Veig cry out in long-delayed recognition. Sora chuckled. Yes, a Dwarf so great as Veig probably couldn’t have imagined such a trick. Til, by nature, couldn’t even use magic, much less operate a supermassive spirit arm. For Til—

—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!

Dwarves used catalysts because of the spiritual overload caused by their mithril—to synchronize externally. But Til didn’t have that mithril!! She wasn’t subject to such overload, or even load for that matter!! That was why she used boosting… Yes…the hidden truth that astonished Jibril when Til used her shift. Til couldn’t use magic without boosting. Conversely, that meant she could if she used boosting…

…It meant she could use boosting. For example: She could chain boost to boost on the chain reaction of explosions of the huge number of demi-shift anchors they’d planted, funnel the spirits into her hammer on which she’d engraved a Rite of Heavenly Smiting, and synchronize it into her body! With the vast amount of spirits thus summoned under her control, she could operate this leviathan assemblage of parts, this scrap on the stage on which she’d engraved seal rites…!!

… Yes, if a normal Dwarf tried this, they’d blow right up. It would be impossible and meaningless. Just as Til said, it would be as perverse an idea as building an underwater breathing apparatus for a fish. But for such an abnormal dwarf, it was both possible and essential. For Til—

—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!

«Wha—? Wait, whoa— Niecey, don’t tell me yours still hasn’t growwwn?!»

“Heh…heh-heh, Ch-Chieftain…I’d like to see you burn in hell! I would…”

Listening to their exchange, Sora, to be honest, was fairly sure by now this was not the case. But he still insisted: they had to be talking about beards!! So anyway—!

“Heh, this is the difference in natural gifts… Bow before the absolute wall you cannot overcome, Veig!!”

«Fock!! How can a Dwarf’s body endure that shite? You wanna kill my fockin’ niece?!»

The transmission to Sora roared full of naked rage. Understandable. One percent of Jibril’s power—the power to run a supermassive machine like that—was as reckless as pouring rocket fuel into an automobile. Therefore…

“…Didn’t you say no mercy? A man’s word isn’t worth much these days, huh?”

«—!!»

…Sora saw that Veig was thinking of taking a bullet and losing the game for Til’s sake, and Sora stopped him, making a face. If Til died, it would probably spell death for Sora and Shiro, who were holding her, too. Til was barely conscious, but still she held firm to her hammer and smiled.

—Veig meant to lose intentionally.

This man didn’t seem to understand what a humiliation that would be—!!

“To hell with your patronizing sympathy!! This is a trap—there’s no place for you to hide and no room for you to choose!!”

Sora’s howl what seemed like a signal to that which sat somewhere in the supermassive machine behind the giant cannon that opened its mouth with a roar: another machine. Sora and the operator inside the additional cockpit announced savagely:

“There’s only one future: Til’s complete victory!!”

«Whyyy, it’s time for the showwwdowwwn.♥»

That moment, the light of the Holy Forge flashed from the barrel, and suddenly a metal glob blocked the opening. Connected to the muzzle, the object sparkled—and this time, Veig froze, mech and all. It was another legacy of the past that he could not mistake.

“Can you dodge a bomb? If you know a way, as a gamer, I’d very much like to know!”

A bomb indeed, leaving no place to hide. A bomb called…yes, that’s right:

…The E-bomb…

Partie 6[edit]

In the cockpit behind the blazing E-bomb was Fiel, smiling.

“Why, you’ll note that we’ve followed the rules to a T. And in a most sustainable way, if I might add.♥”

No magic other than seal rites. You lost if your core broke. And the players here were everyone…

“Anyone can very well recycle the unit we lost in, caaan’t theyyy?♥”

True, Til could connect and use Fiel’s unit. Also:

“Incluuuding the seal of protection of that boorish fire, and incluuuding the seal rites on the unit.♪”

Fiel had in mind the seventh player, and their fifth trump card.

They hadn’t bothered with any seal rites for the specs, but they had bothered with seal rites.

They had implemented an eighty-four-fold rite using the seal of protection of an Old Deus. And they’d used the Holy Forge, the power of Ocain, to enable shifting.

Til had subsumed Fiel’s unit and commandeered it under the protection of Ocain. And there was no rule that Til couldn’t use that thing shifted from her hideout!! Chlammy asked suspiciously of the merry Fiel, who occupied the same cockpit:

“…Fi, I’ve been wondering: Whose idea was it to use the seal of Ocain’s protection?”

She’d heard of the “rites of spirit-breaking” or whatever that they’d used in the War, such as Áka Si Anse—spells that used seal rites to call upon the protection of Kainas, creator of the Elves. But it was said they were no longer usable after the Ten Covenants. In that case, this thing Fiel produced must have been newly compiled, after the War.

…Who would have implemented a seal rite to call upon Ocain, of all gods? For that matter, even having grown up in Elven Gard, Chlammy had never heard of a spell that could un-quasi-shift such a large mass.

“Mmm, I don’t know, myself. It’s been the Nirvalens’ ace in the hole for generations.”

Fiel tilted her head. Yes, and they’d said this…

“They said trump cards are trump cards because you don’t reveal them until the showdown.”

Howeverrr… She gave Chlammy her greatest smile as she continued.

“Why, my ultimate trump card is you, Chlammy.♪”

Fiel had gone to such lengths as to reveal her family’s secret. She smiled at her best friend: They had lost—and that therefore was the victory planned. Chlammy beamed and reflexively looked away, embarrassed.

“If you say we can’t win…why, then we can’t win.”

Yes…from the moment Chlammy had concluded that they couldn’t win…

…Fiel had resigned from this game…

So, they had requested of Sora and Shiro a friendly token of appreciation for their friendly cooperation. It was a condition of the deal, in other words: No matter who won—

—Veig must be commanded to bear shame for the rest of his life…

“Whyyy, it doesn’t matter what you do as long as you win!! Our objective is to convict that thing, the offender! In which caaase, it doesn’t maaatter who uses whose power to win. As long as the crook gets his just deserts, we have wooon!!”

Fiel’s bright demeanor made Chlammy chuckle.

“…Well, we do have to regret a little we didn’t make good on our chance to win directly.”

“But we must count ourselves blessed to have been able to pummel you a bit.♪ After allll—”

“Yes. We are really perfect outsiders to this matter. We’re not even friends, you know?”

As they snidely echoed Veig’s remarks, Chlammy had a thought.

—They could win an unwinnable match through someone else’s power. Then how might they answer an unanswerable question?

“We’ll make others answer for us… In other words, as usual, we win through sophistry.”

—Having had their past questioned: Have you paid your tab?

—They answered with their future: I will when I can…

……

“…And so the puppet continued building the sky… The sky only they still could not see…”

In the cramped cockpit, Chlammy smiled subtly as she gazed upon the sky before her. They’d opened it for her, for Fi, for Jibril, the Werebeasts, the Old Deus, and Ex Machina… And now…

“They’re opening up Til’s sky… Going on until they find their own…”

Partie 7[edit]

At last, brilliant, blinding light.

Til had gathered things from outside—welded them, forged them, patched them together in one wrong way after another. Now her fire melted them all together, and cast them as ingenuity, which she used to reach the sky.

“…Uncle…have I…kept…my promise…?”

The spirits raged, and her body ached as if it was about to break.

“Have I…reached a sky…that no one has seen before?!”

The heat threatened to burn out her spirit corridor junction nerves. But alas, Til smiled regardless…

“…Do you…want…to know…what it’s…like…?!”

By now, only one thing entered her muddied consciousness: the distant sky Til was sure she’d never imagined, and that no one else ever had—the feeling of floating in a deep, black sky, Veig too far behind to see, uncertain of whether he could hear the voice she wrung out, or even whether it was coming out at all—

Still, she’d fulfill the promise of that distant day. She’d vowed that she would surpass him—and promised something to the bird of that day. She spelled out the wish she’d held in her heart, that her words, her smile would reach their destination.

“You piece of shit, you’ll never understand, you won’t!! Serves you right, it does!! Pft!”

«Niecey!! You got to get back at me, huh?! Ain’t ya imitatin’ me?!»

Veig’s transmission came through at trace volume. Til did hear it, though, and she closed her eyes and grinned.

…Please. I’m about to fall under the delusion that I have become a bird, I do. But I know…that it’s just an illusion, I do. By tomorrow, perhaps even by one second in the future, I’ll be made to know

Very well then…!! Making mistakes is my only specialty—!!

—Assuming I can… Assuming that nothing’s impossible! I’ll fail again, and build up my mountain of mistakes, I will!!

She’d lose her way, she’d get confused, she’d blunder—and every time, she’d cry and wail and gnash her teeth in vexation! Til would take the long way around like a perfect fool, getting lost repeatedly, pathetically drenched in tears and shame. She might never even know if it had meaning. But there was a sight that could only be seen by taking that foolish path.

It could never be seen by those born with natural talent…by the birds that didn’t build airplanes.

It could never be seen by the birds that had never felt that obsession: I want to fly anyway. There was such an entertaining sight to see, to be found in a place no one imagined.

…I’m ready to make as many mistakes as it takes. I can say that now, I can…

And so, while Til went limp in Shiro’s arms—

“…Well, bet this is news to you smart folks. Here’s the common knowledge of the weak. Listen with gratitude, yeah?!”

—Sora howled at the shell of the E-bomb, which glowed like a star to announce it was ready for blast-off.

“…Generally speaking, things in the world don’t go the way you imagine…”

Just as they had sailed for India and mistakenly arrived in the New World; as they had tried to prove everything with mathematics and mistakenly refuted their mathematics; as they had built rockets to reach the moon and mistakenly dropped them on Earth…

…As far as humans were concerned, perfection was a waste of time. They’d mess it up anyway. To seek mere perfection wasn’t going to do it. Therefore—!!

“Your thinking is too damn small!! If you want to fly, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go past the damn moon and crash into Mars by mistake!!”

Well…yes…?

“Even if you get up and down backward, you might be able to go through the planet to the sky at the other side, right?♪”

You might end up with a result better than perfect, right?

«…You fockin’ with me? Shit—»

A man born with natural talent… A bird that flew by sensibility alone…transmitted back with a sense of awe at the unknown he’d never had before—or not in a long time at least.

Indeed…they couldn’t use the E-bomb. So he didn’t know what it was they were on the verge of launching. He didn’t know what it was to accomplish. He didn’t even know a thing about the heights where his niece floated now.

But even so! There was one thing he was sure about. He howled with a longing he’d never felt.

«So you’re saying you don’t know what the hell will happen. You’re bloody daft, aren’t ya?!»

If it might be the case that Til couldn’t take it—!! That instant, Veig’s unit appeared to get blown away and then vanished from sight. One soul raced forth through the air, with maneuvers uncapturable by Sora’s eyes, or by the venue’s cameras. It left no trace; the unit broken down, it raced past its limits, riding the force of a fist.

—I’ll overcome even that—

Detecting the single strike to end it, Sora smirked and answered inwardly.

—Yeah. That’s right! That’s how we live, as fools incapable of anything but straying and failing and erring. Bet it’s a breath of fresh air for smarty-pants jerks like you who live with all trial and no error, huh?

What’s gonna happen? How the hell would I know?!

“That’s why you gotta test that shit! That’s what we idiots call science!”

Sora sneered and activated the contents of the E-bomb in the muzzle, and a moment later Veig unleashed one soulful strike that pierced the shell.

Partie 8[edit]

It was a full-on collision of Veig’s and Til’s souls, entangling, stirring, radiating white. No one could tell whose soul it was anymore. Everything raced through the catalysts and through the minds of all present…

……

…The man had been born with outstanding sensibilities. Everyone knew him to be a genius. He too knew this, not as a matter of presumption or conceit, but as a proud matter of fact. He swung his hammer without guile, yet with ferocity. To create a work that was better—no, the best. An unprecedented masterpiece. A divine revelation!! He would enter that

realm only one before in the history of Dwarf, his ancestor, had laid eyes on. His eyes reflected the back of that genius who had laid his fingers on creation—the alteration of concepts. He would reach that extreme none had approached in six thousand years. The man who kept piling up successes was the second coming of that sublimity. Everyone was certain he would be the next chieftain. Amidst all this, the man was hurling invective at a strange kid who was following him around:

“Hey… Get lost already, would ya, fockin’ brat?! You’re gettin’ in the way of my work!!”

“I’m not getting in the way, I’m not. I’m seducing my future husband, I am.”

The one contradicting him as if it was nothing was, at the time, a little girl. The one who called herself his future wife.

“If you think I’m getting in your way, that just proves you have feelings for me, doesn’t it, Uncle? Doesn’t it?!”

“Niecey, you’re gonna stand there winkin’ and blowin’ kisses at me like some bloody fool? I’ve feelings, harsh feelings!”

She was the precocious daughter of one of his older stepsisters, and she’d taken an inexplicable shine to him.

“I ain’t got no interest in some kid who ain’t even got any hair grown in yet—can’t bear to look at ya. Piss off,” he commanded.

The child shuddered at the man’s sharp one-eyed glare.

That was that. Everyone kept their distance from him. His eye had the gift of ending the conversation. Even children always grasped the point that he lived in a different world…until then…

“H-how do you know that I’m smooth?! Have you seen it?!”

But this child shuddered because she suspected he had looked at her naked. Incidentally, this was the fifth time this exchange had occurred. In other words—

“You peeped on me?! You licked me all over with your eyes, how can I get married now, you should take responsibility, and then I’ll be the wife of the chieftain, what a way to marry up, it is! Come, come, come, Mr. Sir? If you’ll marry me, I can show you my body aaany—”

“I can see from your face you ain’t got no beard, all right?! Don’t blush. Why are ya strippin’?!”

“Ah!! No, I don’t want to be the wife of some pervert who lusts after children, I don’t!!”

“Listen to me, will ya?! Wait, didn’t you just say you were seducing me? What do you want?!”

No matter how he tried to get rid of her, she kept coming. The man clutched his head.

—The hell’s with this fockin’ brat? His niece had a strange way with words. But more than anything, it was his own sense of discomfort that confused him. Never having experienced failure or discouragement, the feeling was altogether unfamiliar to him. It would be a while before he realized it was his first experience of anger.

“…Listen, Niecey. I’m a fockin’ genius. And that makes me a bloody fine man. You followin’ me?”

“Ah! S-so you mean, when I marry you, I’ll be a fine woman?!”

“Argh, that ain’t it at all. This is the problem. You ain’t good for me, is what I’m sayin’.”

Back then, he had concluded thus:

“You’ll never be a fine woman.”


“…Uh-huhhh… What is a fine woman…?”

“First of all, she’s an adult with hair. You’re out of the question. And she’s a woman who fits me. Let’s see… So first, she has big boobs. And then, if her spirit-arm craft ain’t at least on my level, I ain’t messin’ with that, either. Otherwise, hmm, she’s damn beautiful and damn chaste and damn sexy as far as I’m concerned. That’s what it means to be a fine woman.”

“…Uncle, that’s just a fantasy woman, it is.”

“Rngh?”

“I-I—I mean, there are no Dwarves with big boobs, there aren’t! And everything after the ‘Otherwise, hmm’ is exactly what my aunts told me virgins fantasize about, it is! Uncle, are you a virgin? By the way, what is a virgin?!”

“Shut up! What’s wrong with an outta-this-world man wanting an outta-this-world woman? Those fockin’ sisters of mine!!”

And then:

“Heh, you’re hopeless, you are. I’ll just have to become a fine woman for you, I will.”

……Suddenly…

“In another thirteen, I’ll be an adult, I will. I’ll be downright bushy, I will!! I’ll be beautiful, and oh so chaste, whatever that means, I will! Then you just have to get me sexy, and that’s that, it is!!”

…the child whose pale blue eyes sparkled as she spoke started to feel extremely dissatisfied.

“I’ll do my best to make spirit arms like you, I will. If you just give up on the big boobs, I’ll be such a fine woman, right in front of you! And I’ll help you stop being a virgin, I will!!”

She smiled as if to ask: So what is a virgin? He thrust back feelings he didn’t understand himself—

“It ain’t happening. Such a good-for-nothin’ ain’t ever gonna get how to make spirit arms.”

…And that—

was the man’s first misreading…

“……A good-for-nothing…? …What? You mean me…?”

…What? What’s with those teary eyes like you can’t believe what you just heard?! The man felt ever more uncomfortable.

“Wh-why nottt? I-I’ll d-do my best, I will.”

“Your best ain’t gonna do it…!! Why can’t you see?!”

Ah—the child truly didn’t understand.

Dwarf was a race that created exactly what it imagined. But she didn’t see that she didn’t see what he saw. She’d never even imagined she might not have talent. The man stood bewildered as to why that was so uncomfortable for him.

“…I…I just don’t—understand, I don’t… A-after all…”

She rebutted between sobs.

“…Uncle, you don’t understand why I don’t understand, you don’t!”

And at last the man had his answer.

“U-Uncle—you can’t overcome the limits of your own imagination, you can’t!!”

“R-really…I’ve already surpassed your imagination, by being unimaginable to you, I have. I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you easily… S-see, I’ve won the argument, I have!”

…Indeed…the man himself did not understand the child. He couldn’t imagine what she was thinking, what she was feeling, what…she was crying about… The man she admired over all others had told her she was good for nothing. But she argued against that absolute pronouncement and declared that she’d yet overcome it, weeping and despairing while her eyes burned with blue fire. It was that paradox that baffled the man who never strayed or erred:

…He feared that unimaginable child…

…The man had been born with outstanding sensibilities. They grasped even that divine realm only his ancestor had seen. And thereby he became the first in history to reach the extreme that in over six thousand years no one had been able to approach.

And then? What next?

The man could only imagine following in the footsteps of his ancestor, but still he had a hunch. Given all this, what was it that his ancestor had seen before he reached this realm?

He couldn’t have been a normal Dwarf. He must have been different, something unreadable, incomprehensible, unimaginable… Rather like that well-endowed lady his ancestor was said to have loved…or—

“I—I promise I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you, I do.”

—like the paradoxical child declaring this irresolute resolution—

“…Arright then. Go make a spirit arm that surpasses mine and bring it back here.”

—to overcome six thousand years of Dwarven stagnation…and the limits of sensibility—

“I’ll be here waiting for the damn fine woman who can beat me. It’s a promise.”

—to become a damn fine woman.

The man and the child joined pinkies in a solemn oath. He didn’t understand what was meant by her eyes, which looked up at him holding back tears. But he decided that, until he understood, until he was surpassed—he’d be the finest man imaginable…to be a good match for such a fine woman.

But the child fled…

She was still a paradox, while he still did not understand her at all, running even as he chased. The days and months passed idly—until one day…

…the man fell right into the trap of two strange Immanities. The otherworlders were winning while running from their past. The contradiction made the man sure: These two would know why the child ran.

…And his hunch was proven right. However—

“…A damn ham-fisted resolution… I was the one running, huh?”

—as their consciousnesses melded and the man touched the soul of the child from back then, he laughed at himself. He’d been called out on his limits—and he himself had run from overcoming them.

And from trying to imagine why the child had cried that day. Her eyes, heavy with unease, had sought—

—someone to be her place of belonging, to take her fumbling hand as she looked up to that sky where she knew she couldn’t fly…in that darkness as deep as her will. That was all… The man shouldn’t have waited to be surpassed. He should have sought with the child a way to surpass his limits.

“… Really? Is that really how it is? You were running? Are you sure?”

In their melding consciousnesses, the sarcastic laughter of a young man interrupted their thoughts.

“You think falling into the junk heap with Til and becoming like Shiro and me is not running? You think that’s being right? Yeah, maybe it is. But maybe it isn’t.”

Was the man running from his tab? From the paradoxical child who hoped for what he couldn’t imagine? From his paradoxical self who tried to understand a child he couldn’t? Chasing after the child who fled against his sensibilities that told him it was impossible, going so far as to put us on the hook…

So, what’s the difference between running and running from running…?

Partie 9[edit]

And so…the impact that shook to the surface left the cave. The force that connected the parts of the massive body ceased, and pieces of metal fell like hail. Through the whirlwind of dust walked a man who carried an unconscious girl. A rusty man. His mithril had lost its luster due to spiritual overload, his hair and his beard now rusted over… But strangely it seemed to be the true form of a man with the surname Drauvnir. It seemed proof of the way of life of a fool, using and abusing himself to overcome himself, not knowing what would happen, unafraid of overload—the only one to overcome the limits of his race…

I won’t let her die. The man had sacrificed his frame and overcome his limits to save his niece. But then suddenly—seeing her unconscious in his arms yet unwilling to release her hammer, looking genuinely happy, her chest rising and falling dramatically in sleep, smiling—

“……Ha…ha…! Haaa—ha-ha-haaa…!!”

—the man at last collapsed, like his broken soul sword, spread-eagled over the ground laughing.

“…Ahh… My fockin’ niece beat me good… The future is hers… I’ve lost…”

Yes: Veig recognized his defeat. He looked up to the heavens—and at last, he and all the Dwarves watching the broadcast—

—saw…the sky…

An unknown sky, inconceivable underground…yet they saw it. That of which Til had spoken—just as that which had closed off the sky before had broken, for the first time in six thousand years, it was pried open—that which lay beyond the high blue sky…

“…You feel that, Veig Drauvnir? You see how small you are, how shitty your taste?” asked one of the shadows peering down at him. The shadowy figure glanced at the group that Jibril had saved the moment Veig’s core had broken.

“You gotta fight with people on your level. Sorry, man. You’re just not up to playing me yet.”

Ah, what a small man he had been. Veig looked up at Sora, seeing in him a very different kind of man.

“…Small boobs, big boobs, even humongous boobs; fake boobs and real boobs… They are all boobs…”

A big man… Such a big man. Sora eyed him calmly.

“If you claim to love boobs, how can you speak of right or wrong? Speak of love.”

The big, big man’s voice was so clear you could hear him all the way to nirvana.

“To reject boobs other than those of the uniform ponderous size you favor as fake, and to impose this view on others…”

No censure, no blame, no scorn or spite could be heard in his voice…only the sound of a man who had obtained enlightenment and imparted to the world the truth.

“To speak to such a soul is less than my soul is worth.”

…Dost thou find it wonderful? Then may it be wonderful. No one can violate thy freedom to so find it. Then why, in speaking thy feelings, shalt thou denigrate others’? Indeed…

“Ideal tits? They’re perfect if you work on them? Ahh, how small, how small!!”

It was he, Veig, who had lacked confidence. Whereas this immeasurable man, as vast as the sky, had stood from the beginning far beyond Veig, on a higher plane.

…He was one truly great virgin. Yes…

“If ya want ideal boobs, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go for the woman who goes way the hell past your ideals, are ya?!”

Ah…it was just as his fockin’ niece had said. The child that day had already surpassed him…and now she’d become a fine woman who surpassed his imagination. Sora smiled at this, too.

“…Yeah. It was my limit to pursue mere perfection.”

Veig felt he’d seen for the first time what that child kept yearning for. She hadn’t been looking at the birds. From the very start, she’d been looking at the sky in which they flew…

“…Ah, finally I can see what my fockin’ niece saw.”

That sky one wished for and longed for and pined for and yet could never imagine: that which he’d always pursued…the ideal big tits that surpassed the perfect… Ah, yes…

Bwoing…

Veig gazed innocently at Til as she slept, her rising and falling chest—her humongous boobs. Tits of such excess as to look a little unbalanced, allowing statuesque beauty to crumble. He smiled at this ideal he’d finally found, an ideal beyond limits. He was happy……

Partie 10[edit]

Indeed… Only two in history had seen that divine realm. A third who had opened the door without being able to see it was responsible for this by-product of a successful failure. In the E-bomb shell had been placed two false ethers to conceptually resonate.

“Hey—th-these are heavy; I can’t even stand! ‘Big’ doesn’t even describe these!”

“You see, Dora, this is the conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob(?) essence’—”

“Analysis: Bust value of woman of unknown name. Provisionally categorized under handle ‘megatits.’ Very niche support.’”

“What are you talking about?! These are going to turn back, aren’t they? I can’t live like this!”

“Why, I’m fine if we don’t turn back, insofar as I’ve happened to match Chlammy. ”

“You must be joking! Why do I have even less now?! I won’t tolerate having no boobs! Hey, Fi, saying your small boobs match me, are you indirectly dissing me?! Give me back my boobs!”

“Query: This unit’s bust provisionally categorized under ‘ample bosom’… Questioning conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob essence.’”

“You see, it is not ‘big boob essence’ but ‘big boob(?) essence’—”

And there the ladies cavorted, their boobs changing randomly. Exactly as in the experiment four days earlier, except that this time it worked without an explosion. The conceptual rewriter used Lóni Drauvnir’s “big boob essence” along with one other false essence. Yes, just the same thing had happened as four days ago—instead of an explosion, it was its by-product. In other words:

“To summarize, it seems to be as in the experiment of four days ago, when, according to the sublime teachings of my masters, I engraved on unprocessed essence a seal identical to that for the big boob essence and activated this unidentified essence,” Jibril rehashed for the two who hadn’t been there. “I posit that a two-way reaction with the big boob essence

has generated a composite conceptual rewrite.”

Indeed…the principle was unknown. No one even understood how conceptual falsification worked. Thus, even Jibril was unable to explicate or elucidate this incomprehensibility. But she described it in words in such a rough manner as was possible. So:

“In short—the conceptual rewrite is in the form of a question: ‘Are these big boobs?’”

“These clearly cannot be described as big boobs!”

“Yes, you see, it is ‘big boob(?) essence,’ such as to make everyone ask, ‘These are big boobs?’”

……

Partie 11[edit]

“For the record, this is the first and last time I’m gonna play Cupid for anyone, all right?!”

Sora paid no attention to the commotion. He took the hand of his sister, apparently the only one unaffected: Big boobs? Where?

“For God’s sake, I’m still updating my years alive and without a girlfriend!! And now I’m supposed to help some d00d land a heroine?! And not just any heroine, but the one and only—the real thing—the brown legal Loli monster girl!”

“…I hope you find…happiness.♪ That’s one heroine…out of the running…”

The siblings walked away. Veig heard them loud and clear. He grinned softly at the sleeping face of his niece, who still smiled happily in his arms.

“…Ho… Bitches, I’ve heard your answer… I feel your soul…”

There was something the otherworldly siblings had never spoken of to the end. They hadn’t put that answer into words, or even returned it in their souls. Indeed…

“I was wrong to question you. Thanks for showin’ me…the sky…”

He got the sense that if they could beat this game world, they could say they’d fled to win… So:

“Lemme help ya build the sky of your future. Let’s be bosom buddies.”

They’d overthrow this game world, its rules, everything. They’d beat the world. Just you wait.

We’re coming for you next, friggin’ Earth…












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