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== Chapitre 5 : Pour répondre (Pragmatisme)==
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== Prologue — Recommencer==
  
   
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Et donc,
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la marionnette s'enfuit vers le ciel que l'oisillon désirait tant,
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-Il était une fois
  
   
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vers ce monde étroit et sombre.
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Une poupée vide et un oiseau blanc qui ne pouvait pas voler
 
   
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Oui...
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Ils se sont pris la main et ont regardé vers le ciel
 
   
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Un ciel pour que la marionnette soit à l'abri du mal, pour sourire du cœur.
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"On peut aller n'importe où" S'est elle menti à elle-même.
  
   
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Un endroit où personne ne les piétinerait, où personne ne les blesserait,
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"Tu me laisseras aller où je veux ?" Demanda t'elle au ciel.
  
   
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aucune force ne les contraint, aucun besoin de changer.
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'''Je suis le Ciel. Le Ciel vide. Ton Ciel.'''
  
   
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Un nouveau monde où ils pourraient voler.
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'''Je te le promets.'''
  
   
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'''De devenir votre Ciel. De créer un Ciel où tu pourrais voler.'''
  
   
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Ce jour-là,
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'''Partout où tu voudras voler. Je t'y emmènerai.'''
  
   
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L'oisillon savait très bien que ça ne serait probablement jamais le cas.
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Dit la poupée. Elle admirait l'oiseau blanc, mais elle n'a jamais tenu sa promesse, et avec lui, elle a fui le monde.
  
   
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L'oisillon implora la marionnette, qui jura de se battre :
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=== Partie 1 ===
  
   
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Aucun ciel ne vaut la peine de te voir souffrir.
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Dans la région occidentale du continent de Lucie - l'ancien royaume d'Elkia - l'Immanity avait tout perdu sauf une seule ville dans le dernier pays qu'elle contrôlait encore. Mais ce n'est plus qu'un lointain souvenir. Dans une reprise étonnante de leur territoire, ils avaient fait de l'Union de l'Est, de l'Océania et de l'Avant Heim une communauté de trois pays et de six races, une grande puissance qu'il fallait reconnaître. Mais c'était déjà du passé. La nouvelle s'était répandue que le monarque qui avait mené cette avancée stupéfiante avait soudainement disparu.
  
   
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Alors la marionnette, elle aussi, s'enfuit dans cette même cage.
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L'histoire ne connaît que trop bien ce qui arrive lorsqu'un pays perd son roi sage, son grand chef. Le gouvernement s'arrête. Les factions se battent pour le pouvoir. Le chaos règne. Et le pays se divise. Tôt ou tard, la grande puissance décline... jusqu'à ce que, inévitablement, on dise qu'elle est tombée... 
  
   
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Jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions un moyen de créer ce ciel,
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...Mais c'est supposer l'existence d'un roi sage ou d'un grand chef. Quand il s'agit d'un monarque qui n'est ni sage ni grand, alors c'est une autre histoire. Par exemple, un roi fainéant qui se débarrasse de tout le "travail" sur quelqu'un d'autre. Ou un leader renfermé qui sape la dignité de l'État. Un monarque qui parie sur la Pièce de race comme si elle n'était rien et qui choisit de se battre avec des races supérieures dans le cadre de politiques à un demi-pas du règne de la terreur. Si un tel tyran disparaissait, ce serait une toute autre histoire. Et c'est l'histoire du Royaume d'Elkia - oh, désolé. Le duché républicain d'Elkia. 
  
   
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c'est ce que pensait la marionnette dans ce monde étouffant.
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C'était aussi paisible que possible. Plus stable qu'avant, si tant est qu'il y ait quelque chose.
  
   
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Pensée et seulement pensée...
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...A quelques exceptions près. Par exemple :
  
   
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Doutant et vacillant, ne trouvant rien à chercher,
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"...Vous m'écoutez ? Vous avez trois choix."
  
   
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la marionnette pensait toujours à cette promesse :
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Par exemple, sur la route principale, à une aire de repos située à l'extrême nord-ouest de la capitale. »
  
   
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'''"Vous me rendez mes seins, vous me crachez là où vous obtenez la drogue, ou vous mourez ! Vous comprenez ? !"'''
  
   
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Ce jour-là,
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Cheveux noirs et poitrine plate, elle a crié, les larmes aux yeux, devant la cabine en plein air. C'était une ville si heureuse et si vivante, remplie de l'agitation des marchands qui profitaient de l'essor du commerce...
 
   
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dans un nouveau pays, regardant les cieux,
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"Kurami ? Pourquoi, je te l'ai dit, cette drogue n'était rien d'autre qu'une herbe de baron extraiiiiite."
  
   
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voyant le bébé oiseau déployer ses ailes et sourire,
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A côté de la jeune Kurami Zell, au sein modeste, se trouvait Feel Nirvalen, au sein généreux. L'elfe Feel réprimandait gentiment son ami.
  
   
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la marionnette vide - le ciel - Sora -
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"L'herbe du baron est une herbe spirituellement active qui ne fait que gonfler les seins avec de l'air pendant une courte période de temps."
  
   
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Traduit avec www.DeepL.com/Translator (version gratuite)
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"C'est pourquoi j'enquête sur cette substance fallacieuse ! Fi, peux-tu comprendre ce que je ressens ? !"
  
   
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== Partie 1 ==
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Kurami était furieuse. Elle pleurait à chaudes larmes dans son désir ardent de battre les salauds responsables de cet outrage contre tout ce qui était juste et convenable. Après tout, elle n'avait jamais été bénie lorsqu'il s'agissait de questions de poitrine. Elle avait vécu sa vie en regardant un mur qui ne pourrait jamais être surmonté, faisant de son mieux pour amortir le coup avec des coussins. Mais dans son cœur, non loin de la surface, elle connaissait plus profondément que quiconque la grandeur des seins volumineux.
  
   
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...Une scène remplie de l'écho de l'éruption de la Forge Sacrée... le site d'élimination des déchets.
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Trois semaines plus tôt, le roi et la reine avaient brusquement disparu. Elle et Feel les avaient cherchés en haut et en bas, dans toutes les plaines et sur toutes les montagnes. Même la magie des Elfes n'a pas permis de retrouver leur trace. Puis, la nuit précédente, ils étaient arrivés ici, et Kurami avait trouvé ceci. Il ne lui fallut pas longtemps pour vider son sac à main.
  
   
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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.
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Elle s'est empressée de saisir la bouteille étiquetée AMPLIFICATEUR DE POITRINE. Le petit doigt sorti, sans une seconde d'hésitation, elle a avalé le flacon d'un grand geste.
  
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"... Ai-je vraiment fait quelque chose de si mal... ?"
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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 :
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...Que diable ai-je fait... ?
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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.
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"...Ho... J'ai bien dit que je serais en retard, mais pour faire une sieste, tu as du cran, hein ?"
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Veig a regardé attentivement le cadre cassé. Par le biais du système de communication, il a accusé ses pilotes de faire les morts.
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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.
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"Hey, je te parle !! Ton adversaire, c'est moi. Ne te retourne pas et ne meurs pas. Tu n'as aucun sens ?!"
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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...
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"Tu n'as pas l'intention de te taire sans dire un mot sur ton âme, n'est-ce pas ? !"
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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...
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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 ?
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Il souleva le cadre en ruine comme s'il le tenait par le col et se mit en colère :
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'''“Quand allez-vous répondre à ma question ?!”'''
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Et il a enfin obtenu une réponse.
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"...Tout de suite, je le ferai. Je vais vous donner votre réponse, je vais le faire."
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... Une voix a murmuré à travers la porte.
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"Whuh ?!"
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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.
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—……
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'''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.'''
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'''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...'''
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'''La fille solitaire... balançant son marteau à travers les larmes...... Il-'''
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—……
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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.
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"Quelle blague... Vous n'avez jamais eu personne là-dedans depuis le début ? C'était télécommandé... ?!"
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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.
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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.
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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 :
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La véritable unité !
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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.
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"Vous demandez pourquoi j'ai fui ce monde sanglant, n'est-ce pas... ? ...C'est une question stupide, en effet."
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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 :
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"C'est parce que je méprise ce monde, vraiment."
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== Partie 2 ==
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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—
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“Don’t worry. We’ll blast off with you. We promised, didn’t we?”
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“…Brother…always…keeps, his promises… Trust us, okay?”
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—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.
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“…I hate this country. I hate Hardenfell, I do.”
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She reaffirmed her feelings—her belief. This arrogant world told her not to run. This
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oppressive world told her not to be ashamed. Til looked up at its tireless way of life and sneered at it.
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“I love the sky, I do… In this country…the sky is closed off, it is.”
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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:
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Ah…there never was a place for me here.
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—Screw this place—!!
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So—!
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“I also hate the chieftain of this country. I hate you, I do…!”
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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.
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…She’d known—no, she’d had a hunch—that he’d say that. What he was saying. As if it was everything—
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'''“I hate that…how everything’s just as you expected… I hate iiit!!”'''
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Her voice impulsively swelled with the pain that only grew:
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'''“I hate how you act like you’re so great, I do! I hate even more that you actually are, I do!!”'''
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The dam had burst, and her feelings could no longer be contained.
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“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!!”
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«Whoa!! Come on, stop already or I’m really gonna cry! Goddamn!»
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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:
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“I hate you. That’s why I run. If that’s not enough for you to understand—”
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Then in the spirit of the game:
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“—I’ll sock it to you like this—and then I think you will understand, I do.”
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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.
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“I fled to win—to honor my promise, I did.”
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…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.
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And now it had been redefined—!!
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That pain had turned her conviction into that of the past. Til savagely swung her hammer as she—
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—bellowed forth her soul with the stirring of a power beyond all normal conception throughout the venue.
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'''“I fled for the sake of this day, when I’d surpass you, I diiid!!”'''
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== Partie 3 ==
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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
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a Heavenly Smite……
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“Hey, whoaaa! I thought the Flügel wasn’t—hey, isn’t that against the rules?!”
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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—
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—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:
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'''«Ultra-large-scale spirit-arm expansion—connect all!! Ariiiise!!!»'''
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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…
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“—?!!”
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…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.
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'''……'''
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'''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…'''
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'''They said she was just running. They mocked that it was impossible. Her soul…'''
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«I…knew it! …I knew it!! Better than anyone, I did…!!»
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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.
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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—
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«So…you wanted me to live like you…? Fa-kew!!»
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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…
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—Everyone else is doing it, so you should, too.
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—You can dream you’ll be rewarded. Just do it—
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—just shut up and do your work!!—
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«I don’t like a world that tells me what to do… I hate it, I do!!»
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I’ll never give in…
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I’ll overcome the chieftain and destroy those dictates—!!
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I’ll use measuring instruments and Elven theory. I’ll use anything to find a different way!
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I’ll show him… So she thought…
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«But…no matter what I did…I just…couldn’t find anything!!»
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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.
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«…But—hee-hee… Now I know what to say—I do…»
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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.
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“……Hey… Ho. I must be hallucinating, ain’t I?”
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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.
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«You forge ahead without shame…as you will—but I, too…will do as I will, I will!!»
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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:
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'''«Shut up!! Your stupid world can eat shit, it can!! Pft!»'''
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Having asserted her freedom to rebel, the girl crumpled. The siblings embraced her and kept her from falling. Veig gaped at last.
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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.
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«…Uncle, did you…ever imagine…this…?»
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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…
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== Partie 4 ==
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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…
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“…Wow… A city can walk, can it…? Oh, is that also a spirit arm?”
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“To be more precise, it is a spirit-arm expansion connected to her hammer, on which she engraved my one-percent Heavenly Smite.”
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“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.”
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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…
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== Partie 5 ==
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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.
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“What a little man you are, Veig!! You talk big, but you’re the one who’s smaaaall!!”
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It was a hailstorm of scrap that accompanied the raucous laughter.
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“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!!”
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“…You said…we could use any machines…and do anything with the venue, didn’t you?♪”
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Towering with a sneer on top was a giant mecha of junk—of the unwanted. Of unvalued failures and rejected scrap.
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This was the gathering place for the things that might have not been mistakes. This was their home turf, they indicated with a sneer.
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“Who’s gonna take the time to hunt their prey after they’ve already lured them in?”
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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 ==
  +
  +
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…”
−
Il n'a pas fallu longtemps pour traquer le fournisseur de l'étal. C'était un petit magasin au coin de la rue, et en effet, il semblait faire des affaires florissantes. La file et la foule étaient si massives qu'ils pouvaient à peine s'en approcher. Kurami ricana en voyant ce qui était écrit sur l'enseigne : APOTHICAIRE DES RÊVES. Elle se glissa dans la rue latérale et réfléchit à l'ironie de la situation. 
  
   
  +
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…
−
"Heh... Oui, tout à fait. Cette nuit-là était certainement un rêve..."
  
   
  +
“They’re opening up Til’s sky… Going on until they find their own…”
−
...Ce n'est pas comme si Kurami avait fait confiance à l'authenticité de la concoction en premier lieu. Elle avait placé ses espoirs et ses rêves dans l'amplificateur de poitrine avec un doute - non, avec une conviction quasi certaine qu'elle serait déçue. Cependant...
 
   
  +
== Partie 7 ==
−
"Oui, un décolleté comme dans un rêve... Je ne pouvais même pas voir mon nombril quand je regardais en bas."
  
   
  +
At last, brilliant, blinding light.
−
"Ses seins avaient en fait poussé ! Ah, avoir les seins les plus abondants ! Elle n'entendait même pas ce que Feel disait ! Il était temps de se précipiter à l'auberge, de porter un toast, et de festoyer jusqu'à ce que son torse tout entier soit gonflé ! Attends ? Où est-ce qu'ils vendent de la lingerie assez grande pour ça ?♥Ha-ha !"
  
   
  +
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.
−
"C'était une belle préoccupation d'avoir, si vous voulez, un rebondissement dans ma poitrine lorsque je m'endormais. Une nuit des plus agréables..." Chuchota Kurami, ses yeux regardant au loin. Elle se dirigea vers l'arrière de la boutique et, sans réfléchir, escalada la clôture du jardin où il semblait qu'ils cultivaient leurs médicaments. Alors qu'elles faisaient face à la porte sur laquelle était écrit POUR LES INTERVENANTS UNIQUEMENT, Feel éleva la voix pour freiner Kurami. 
  
   
  +
“…Uncle…have I…kept…my promise…?”
−
"Ku-Kurami ? P-pourquoi, je ne pense pas que nous devrions entrer..."
  
   
  +
The spirits raged, and her body ached as if it was about to break.
−
"De quoi tu parles, Fi ? C'est écrit 'Pour les intervenants seulement'. En d'autres termes, pour moi."
  
   
  +
“Have I…reached a sky…that no one has seen before?!”
−
Kurami pensait "Apothicaire des rêves" ? C'est tout à fait approprié. Oui, les rêves. Ce qui disparaît au moment où l'on se réveille - rien de plus que des rêves.
  
   
  +
The heat threatened to burn out her spirit corridor junction nerves. But alas, Til smiled regardless…
−
Elle mit la main sur sa poitrine, qui avait été si cruellement ramenée à la réalité après une nuit de rêve, laissa couler les plus grandes larmes de ses yeux désormais dépourvus d'éclat - et demanda : 
  
   
  +
“…Do you…want…to know…what it’s…like…?!”
−
'''"Tu veux dire qu'avec ce vide qui m'est rendu, avec ce vide dans mon sein stérile, je n'ai aucun intérêt !"'''
  
   
  +
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—
−
Un charlatan vendant de faux seins d'une part, et les seins de Kurami d'autre part. Le bien et le mal. Qu'est-ce que Feel voulait de plus en jeu ? ! Sanglotant de façon incontrôlable, Kurami a commencé à essayer de défoncer la porte alors que Feel se dépêchait de l'encercler.
  
   
  +
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.
−
"Kurami, tu dois te calmer ! Pourquoi, tu savais sûrement que c'était une fraude !"
  
   
  +
'''“You piece of shit, you’ll never understand, you won’t!! Serves you right, it does!! Pft!”'''
−
"Une fraude monétaire, oui ! Mais si vous voulez m'escroquer, '''ne me gonflez pas les seins en premier lieu !"'''
  
   
  +
«Niecey!! You got to get back at me, huh?! Ain’t ya imitatin’ me?!»
−
Ah, la fraude psychologique... d'abord remplir la poitrine de joie, puis la vider de tout espoir. L'élever avec un rêve qui ne pourrait jamais être, puis la faire tomber d'une hauteur sans précédent - c'était un péché qui méritait la colère du ciel ! Kurami s'est libérée de l'emprise de Fiel et a déchaîné sa juste fureur.
  
   
  +
Veig’s transmission came through at trace volume. Til did hear it, though, and she closed her eyes and grinned.
−
...Seulement pour se figer dans le vide quand elle entendit la voix de quelqu'un derrière elle.
  
   
  +
…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
−
"...Bien maintenant. J'ai planté toute une variété de graines pour les médicaments..."
  
   
  +
Very well then…!! Making mistakes is my only specialty—!!
−
Kurami et Fiel se retournèrent, et leurs yeux s'ouvrirent largement.
  
   
  +
—Assuming I can… Assuming that nothing’s impossible! I’ll fail again, and build up my mountain of mistakes, I will!!
−
"...mais je ne me souviens pas avoir planté des graines pour les planches à pain ou les mauvaises herbes. Comme c'est curieux. ♥"
  
   
  +
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.
−
Elles se sont retournés sur cet être à la langue venimeuse, le plus curieux de tous, avec des sourires tendus.
  
   
  +
It could never be seen by those born with natural talent…by the birds that didn’t build airplanes.
−
Un ange diabolique avec une auréole sur sa tête, des cheveux prismatiques - la chose était apparue sans bruit, et maintenant elle a ouvert la porte susmentionnée avec désinvolture.
  
   
  +
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.
−
"Maître ! Votre humble serviteur Jibril est revenu des livraisons ! ”
  
   
  +
…I’m ready to make as many mistakes as it takes. I can say that now, I can…
−
"Ouais, bon travail — hey, c'est Kurami et Feel. Allez, entrez."
  
   
  +
And so, while Til went limp in Shiro’s arms—
−
"...Eh bien, venez... Que faites-vous...ici... ?"
  
   
  +
“…Well, bet this is news to you smart folks. Here’s the common knowledge of the weak. Listen with gratitude, yeah?!”
−
Ah, oui, ces deux voix qui répondaient joyeusement de l'autre côté de la porte étaient en fait celles du roi et de la reine perdus depuis longtemps. Ceux-là même que Kurami et Feel cherchaient depuis trois semaines. Le frère aîné aux cheveux noirs et aux yeux noirs, un tablier sur sa chemise "I♥PPL", un outil sommaire à la main. La petite sœur aux yeux rouges et aux cheveux blancs, debout sur un tabouret, agitant un chaudron tout aussi sommaire. Sora et Shiro, ces deux frères et soeurs qui incarnent le sketch . Enfin, Kurami leur fit un sourire amical et leur dit : 
  
   
  +
—Sora howled at the shell of the E-bomb, which glowed like a star to announce it was ready for blast-off.
−
'''"C'est ma réplique... Qu'est-ce que tu fous ici ? !"'''
  
   
  +
“…Generally speaking, things in the world don’t go the way you imagine…”
−
En effet, ce sont eux qui ont abandonné leur gouvernement sans préavis. Ils se regardaient les uns les autres. Sora s'est excusée et a pris une profonde respiration.
  
   
  +
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…
−
"Désolée... mais en fait, ce n'est pas de la merde. C'est de la médecine. Nous en avons de toutes sortes. Et alors ?"
  
   
  +
…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—!!
−
Il lui a remis une liste de produits, parmi lesquels se trouvait un Amplificateur de Poitrine. Comme c'est gentil de sa part d'avouer par écrit l'indignation qu'il lui avait causée contre tout ce qui est juste et approprié. Profitant de son envie de le frapper, elle a pris la liste et l'a jetée dans le chaudron... 
  
   
  +
“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!!”
−
=== Partie 2 ===
  
   
  +
Well…yes…?
−
Que faisaient Sora et Shiro, vous demandez-vous ? Sora avait une réponse toute prête : Ils tuaient le temps !
  
   
  +
“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?♪”
−
"Nous avons été chassés du trône... Nous aurions des ennuis s'ils savaient que nous sommes toujours dans le pays."
  
   
  +
You might end up with a result better than perfect, right?
−
Il ne bronche pas devant les regards meurtriers de Kurami et Feel. Bien que Sora ait raconté une triste histoire alors qu'il était assis sur sa chaise, Shiro sur ses genoux, son attitude était optimiste. Plus qu'optimiste, c'était grand - c'est avec fierté qu'ils ont souri en continuant !
  
   
  +
«…You fockin’ with me? Shit—»
−
"Nous avons été virés de notre poste de monarque ! Nous sommes au chômage et sans le sou ! Sans la moindre envie de travailler !!"
  
   
  +
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.
−
"...Perdants...joueurs enfermés... C'est...nous... !"
  
   
  +
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.
−
"Mais nous n'avons pas de maison dans laquelle nous enfermer ! Et vous nous demandez ce que nous faisons ? N'est-ce pas de la folie ?!"
  
   
  +
But even so! There was one thing he was sure about. He howled with a longing he’d never felt.
−
"...La vraie...question est...que pouvons-nous faire... ?"
  
   
  +
«So you’re saying you don’t know what the hell will happen. You’re bloody daft, aren’t ya?!»
−
"Oh, et quand j'ai dit que nous avions des problèmes, je ne plaisantais pas. Nous sommes presque finis en tant qu'êtres humains."
  
   
  +
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.
−
Kurami n'a pu s'empêcher de s'éclaircir la gorge face à leur zèle. Ils ricanaient.
  
   
  +
—I’ll overcome even that—
−
-Pourquoi êtes-vous toutes surprises ?
  
   
  +
Detecting the single strike to end it, Sora smirked and answered inwardly.
−
Ils avaient déjà été la racaille de la société, Sora et Shiro... "Presque fini en tant qu'êtres humains" était loin d'être le plus bas qu'ils avaient atteint ! Au fond de la vallée, ils avaient creusé un trou dans le sol et étaient tombés à Disboard, en gros.
  
   
  +
—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?
−
"Mais, vous savez, quand on est arrivé dans ce monde, on était juste au début, non ?"
  
   
  +
What’s gonna happen? How the hell would I know?!
−
"En d'autres termes... 'new game+'... Jouer à nouveau..."
  
   
  +
“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.
−
Oui, ils avaient perdu leur trône, leur maison et leur pouvoir, et même leur valeur pour la société. Mais tout cela, pour eux, n'était que cela. En voyant leurs visages, Kurami ne pouvait s'empêcher de se rappeler qui ils étaient, et cela lui a coupé le souffle.
 
   
  +
== Partie 8 ==
−
Les effets personnels qu'ils possédaient - smartphones, tablette, console de jeu portable - étaient des vestiges de leur perte. C'était tout ce qu'ils avaient quand ils ont débarqué à Disboard, et maintenant c'est avec ça qu'ils jouaient.
  
   
  +
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…
−
C'était tout ce qu'ils avaient. Et maintenant, leurs sourires et les doigts qui jouaient avec eux étaient ceux qui avaient joué avec le monde. Ceux du stratège ultime du monde - Blanc, le plus grand joueur parmi les humains, deux en un. Avec leurs sourires et leurs doigts - à quoi bon s'inquiéter même s'ils ont perdu tout le reste ? Ils ont fait comprendre que le monde était le jeu et que c'était eux qui jouaient. Et maintenant...
  
   
  +
……
−
"Donc, quand vous jouez la deuxième fois, il s'agit de tout sauf de la quête principale, non ? ! Comme..."
  
   
  +
…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
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"...l'artisanat...la forge, l'agriculture...et le commerce, duh... !"
  
   
  +
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:
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'''"Vous n'avez même pas terminé la quête principale ! Battez le jeu une fois d'abord !"'''
  
   
  +
“Hey… Get lost already, would ya, fockin’ brat?! You’re gettin’ in the way of my work!!”
−
Ils en avaient fini avec la conquête des Exceeds et le défi de l'Unique et Véritable Dieu pour l'instant. Kurami a clairement fait savoir qu'elle n'était pas très heureuse de leur déclaration selon laquelle ils allaient s'en prendre à l'économie mondiale, mais ils l'ont complètement ignorée. La seule réponse qu'elle a reçue provenait des médicaments disposés dans cet établissement que Sora et Shiro étaient apparemment en train de diriger. Feel a regardé dans la salle de préparation des médicaments, en fermant les yeux sur les ingrédients pharmacologiques qu'elle voyait.
  
   
  +
“I’m not getting in the way, I’m not. I’m seducing my future husband, I am.”
−
"Herbe de baron... Prana... Feuilles de kama... Pourquoi, aucune de ces herbes ne se trouve sur ce continent, n'est-ce paaaaas ? ♪"
  
   
  +
The one contradicting him as if it was nothing was, at the time, a little girl. The one who called herself his future wife.
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“!!"
  
   
  +
“If you think I’m getting in your way, that just proves you have feelings for me, doesn’t it, Uncle? Doesn’t it?!”
−
Ces elfes et leurs méthodes forestières. Sora et Shiro ricanaient tandis que Kurami s'étouffait. Feel avait l'œil pour identifier d'un coup d'œil les effets et l'habitat de chaque herbe et pour discerner que les affirmations de Sora et Shiro ne méritaient pas qu'on leur fasse confiance. S'ils étaient si fauchés et sans domicile, comment ont-ils lancé cette boutique ? Kurami a cherché la vérité sur leur visage. Elle fut accueillie avec un sourire.
  
   
  +
“Niecey, you’re gonna stand there winkin’ and blowin’ kisses at me like some bloody fool? I’ve feelings, harsh feelings!”
−
"Ah, vous voyez, je me suis simplement déplacée autour du globe pour collecter ce qui était nécessaire et j'ai utilisé la magie pour les faire pousser dans le jardin de derrière. ♪”
  
   
  +
She was the precocious daughter of one of his older stepsisters, and she’d taken an inexplicable shine to him.
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Que voulez-vous dire par "New Game+" ? Plutôt "Tricherie activée" !
  
   
  +
“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.
−
Malgré les protestations de Kurami avec un visage visiblement brisé, Sora a calmement levé la main pour la faire taire.
  
   
  +
The child shuddered at the man’s sharp one-eyed glare.
−
"Dois-tu m'accuser si injustement ? Vous devez savoir que vous allez apporter de nouvelles choses dans la deuxième version."
  
   
  +
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…
−
Oui - qui s'est soucié de savoir à quel point elle était brisée et OP ! Si les développeurs ont dit que vous pouviez l'utiliser, alors pourquoi ne pas l'utiliser ? C'est vrai !
  
   
  +
“H-how do you know that I’m smooth?! Have you seen it?!”
−
"Donc, pour la deuxième partie, on commence avec Jibril !! Ainsi, on passe du statut de fauché, de chômeur et de sans-abri ! Nous avons vendu du matériel et collecté des fonds, puis nous avons développé nos propres produits et nous nous sommes lancés dans les affaires ! Vous voyez ?!"
  
   
  +
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—
−
"...Jibril, eh bien...as-tu servi..."
  
   
  +
“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—”
−
"C'était une simple bagatelle. Ah... Je ne mérite pas cet honneur..."
  
   
  +
“I can see from your face you ain’t got no beard, all right?! Don’t blush. Why are ya strippin’?!”
−
"...Très bien... Je vois ce que tu fais maintenant" Murmura Kurami au regard de Sora, Shiro leva son pouce pour Jibril qui fit des génuflexions avec ces ailes. "En gros, les tricheries et les escroqueries habituelles, non ? !" Elle avait retenu son envie de crier, faisant de son mieux pour l'écouter, mais elle avait atteint sa limite.
 
   
  +
“Ah!! No, I don’t want to be the wife of some pervert who lusts after children, I don’t!!”
−
Sora déclara :
  
   
  +
“Listen to me, will ya?! Wait, didn’t you just say you were seducing me? What do you want?!”
−
"...Désolée. De quel cas de tricherie et d'escroquerie parle-tu ? Il y en a eu tellement, je n'en suis pas sûre."
  
   
  +
No matter how he tried to get rid of her, she kept coming. The man clutched his head.
−
"Tu es malin de me faire faux bond en t'excusant, mais pourrais-tu arrêter ?! Je parle de votre amplificateur de poitrine. Ta plus mauvaise ruse à ce jour, pour vendre des faux seins. Rends-moi mes rêves !"
  
   
  +
—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.
−
Criait Kurami avec des larmes dans les yeux. Mais Sora regarda en arrière avec plus d'étonnement que jamais.
  
   
  +
“…Listen, Niecey. I’m a fockin’ genius. And that makes me a bloody fine man. You followin’ me?”
−
-Hein ? Il sortit une fiole de l'amplificateur de poitrine.
  
   
  +
“Ah! S-so you mean, when I marry you, I’ll be a fine woman?!”
−
"Prends une autre dose. Si tu en prend tous les jours, félicitations ! Tu as de gros seins."
  
   
  +
“Argh, that ain’t it at all. This is the problem. You ain’t good for me, is what I’m sayin’.”
−
"Oui, j'aurai de gros faux seins qui se ratatineront dès que j'arrêterai d'en prendre, n'est-ce pas ?! Ta sournoiserie ne connaît pas de limites ?!"
  
   
  +
Back then, he had concluded thus:
−
Kurami le critiqua avec un gémissement plaintif. Quoi qu'il en soit, elle a pris la fiole.
  
   
  +
“You’ll never be a fine woman.”
−
"... De gros faux seins... Ohhh, je vois. Tu dis que ce n'est pas juste parce que les seins sont faux... n'est-ce pas ?"
  
   
−
Comme s'il avait enfin compris pourquoi elle était en colère, Sora a hoché la tête plusieurs fois et a dit...
  
   
−
"Très bien, Kurami... Quel genre d'augmentation mammaire n'est pas fausse ?"
  
   
  +
“…Uh-huhhh… What is a fine woman…?”
−
Kurami a pris une grande respiration, en pressentant au son lourd de la question de Sora que quelque chose se tramait.
  
   
  +
“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.”
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"Kurami... Tu as mes souvenirs, tu devrais le savoir. Dans notre ancien monde... Oui. Nous avons de nombreuses méthodes pour augmenter la poitrine... Cependant..."
  
   
  +
“…Uncle, that’s just a fantasy woman, it is.”
−
Oui, ayant reçu les souvenirs de Sora dans le jeu de l'existence, Othello, Kurami aurait dû le savoir. Les nombreuses et diverses technologies de nichons oniriques qui existaient dans leur ancien monde - pour autant - n'étaient rien de mieux que celles de l'Amplificateur de Poitrine ! 
  
   
  +
“Rngh?”
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'''"TOUTES LES FORMES D'AUGMENTATIONS MAMMAIRE NE SONT QUE DES REMBOURRAGES !!!"'''
  
   
  +
“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?!”
−
« Ah… Ahh!”
  
   
  +
“Shut up! What’s wrong with an outta-this-world man wanting an outta-this-world woman? Those fockin’ sisters of mine!!”
−
Tu pourrais te bourrer les seins de graisse ou de silicone. En tout cas, c'était juste de la garniture. Juste des rembourrages ! La seule différence était de savoir si vous le mettiez sous vos seins ou sous votre soutien-gorge ! Et elle disait que les gonfler avec de l'air était une fraude ? ! Alors toute augmentation de la poitrine était une fraude. Pourquoi, tu demandes ? !
  
   
  +
And then:
−
"Même si tu arrives à avoir des gros seins, comme tu l'as toi-même réalisé, ils seront faux ! !"
  
   
  +
“Heh, you’re hopeless, you are. I’ll just have to become a fine woman for you, I will.”
−
"Non - stop ! ! Je ne veux pas entendre ça. Je - je ne veux pas l'admettre !"
  
   
  +
……Suddenly…
−
"Tu dis que tu veux avoir de gros seins - mais ça prouve que tu n'en n'as pas. En fin de compte, y penser prouve que ta poitrine est plate comme une planche ! Peu importe le nombre de rembourrages que tu mets là-dedans. Ce fait ne changera jamais !!"
  
   
  +
“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!!”
−
"Non... Nooon... Oh, stop - stop - stopppppp !"
  
   
  +
…the child whose pale blue eyes sparkled as she spoke started to feel extremely dissatisfied.
−
C'était une dure vérité... mais une vérité qu'elle devait accepter. Shiro, Feel et Jibril ont tous regardé en silence. Bien que Kurami se couvre les oreilles et tremble, le perfide Sora continue impitoyablement.
  
   
  +
“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!!”
−
« Tu as une maigre poitrine ! Tu es misérable ! Peu importe les efforts que tu fais, tu ne seras jamais bien doté. Alors, si tu ne veux pas être fier des faux qui ont l'air plus vrais que les vrais -"
  
   
  +
She smiled as if to ask: So what is a virgin? He thrust back feelings he didn’t understand himself—
−
Oui... Si seulement elle se trompait fièrement, avec suffisance, et disait Je peux avoir de vrais gros seins, ou mettre de faux seins rebondissants et se dire Ce sont de vrais seins -
  
   
  +
“It ain’t happening. Such a good-for-nothin’ ain’t ever gonna get how to make spirit arms.”
−
"Alors ce que tu as - est encore pire que du faux."
  
   
  +
…And that—
−
Kurami s'est effondré sur le sol sans un mot. Feel a rompu le silence :
  
   
  +
was the man’s first misreading…
−
"Kurami... ? S'il te plaît, écoute-moi bien..."
  
   
  +
“……A good-for-nothing…? …What? You mean me…?”
−
Feel embrassa doucement Chlammy. L'Elfe, la race la plus habile en magie, dit :
  
   
  +
…What? What’s with those teary eyes like you can’t believe what you just heard?! The man felt ever more uncomfortable.
−
"Nous avons de la magie qui peut faire grossir tes seins... Maiiiss..."
  
   
  +
“Wh-why nottt? I-I’ll d-do my best, I will.”
−
Ils avaient toutes sortes de moyens, disait-elle, depuis les sorts de changement de sexe jusqu'aux sorts de camouflage. Mais comme Kurami l'avait vu elle-même, et comme Sora le lui avait dit, quoi qu'il arrive :
  
   
  +
“Your best ain’t gonna do it…!! Why can’t you see?!”
−
"Au bout du compte... ils sont tous faux... Les rêves ne sont que des rêves... tu vois."
  
   
  +
Ah—the child truly didn’t understand.
−
"...Ugh... Egh... Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah !!!"
  
   
  +
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.
−
-Transformer le faux en vrai... était impossible, même avec de la magie. Ce n'était qu'un rêve. Kurami se mit à brailler en lui faisant comprendre que la vraie nature de la réalité est le désespoir. Même les yeux de Sora et de Shiro brillaient légèrement de larmes.
  
   
  +
“…I…I just don’t—understand, I don’t… A-after all…”
−
"Oui, ce ne sont que des rêves. Juste des rêves qui disparaissent quand on se réveille, mais alors..."
  
   
  +
She rebutted between sobs.
−
Sora et Shiro essuyèrent leurs larmes et corrigeaient fièrement leur position assise, annonçant avec une lueur encore plus féroce :
  
   
  +
“…Uncle, you don’t understand why I don’t understand, you don’t!”
−
"...C'est, pourquoi...il y a, une demande..."
  
   
  +
And at last the man had his answer.
−
"Et la nature des affaires est de toujours fournir une demande."
  
   
  +
'''“U-Uncle—you can’t overcome the limits of your own imagination, you can’t!!”'''
−
Oui, à chaque époque, dans chaque monde, c'était une marchandise toujours en pénurie. Un bien immatériel soumis en permanence à la plus grave des pénuries, à savoir !
  
   
  +
“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!”
−
"C'est à nous de le vendre - de vendre des rêves. Des drogues qui font rêver pour un court moment !"
  
   
  +
…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:
−
C'est pour ça que le panneau disait "Apothicaire des rêves". Il a continué.
  
   
  +
…He feared that unimaginable child…
−
"Vous savez pourquoi on appelle les rêves des rêves ? Parce qu'ils n'existent pas dans la réalité ! !"
  
   
  +
…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.
−
En effet. Les rêves étaient des rêves, une simple fantaisie, une simple fiction. Ce n'est pas pour rien qu'ils avaient écrit sur l'étiquette : "Ne pas dépasser la dose indiquée" ! Ces rêves emballés si étroitement dans ce petit flacon de médicaments —
  
   
  +
And then? What next?
−
"Ah, le paradoxe d'une Kurami à grosse poitrine ! Une proposition moins réaliste que la paix mondiale ! ! Une fantaisie sauvage contraire à Brahman ! Un rêve aussi ridicule qu'un rêve ! Même un tel rêve, on est libre de rêver".
  
   
  +
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?
−
".............. Excuse moi."
  
   
  +
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—
−
"Les rêves sont l'épice qui ajoute du piquant à une réalité autrement désagréable. Ce n'est donc pas un médicament miracle. C'est un faux. Mais il n'y a pas de fin à la demande de drogues récréatives comme celle-ci - c'est un océan de rêves !"
  
   
  +
“I—I promise I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you, I do.”
−
"Excuse-moi, Shiro. Est-ce que tu as une drogue qui m'aiderait à réaliser mon rêve de frapper Sora ? ! Dis-moi ton prix !"
  
   
  +
—like the paradoxical child declaring this irresolute resolution—
−
Sora fit un signe de tête profond à sa propre déclaration qui lui avait permis de remettre sur pied le Kurami effondré.
  
   
  +
“…Arright then. Go make a spirit arm that surpasses mine and bring it back here.”
−
Oui. C'était une preuve : Même le désespoir s'est effondré sous la rage des rêves ! C'est pourquoi il était là, pour réaliser les petits souhaits des gens, comme être populaire ou avoir de gros seins. Et cela suffisait.
  
   
  +
—to overcome six thousand years of Dwarven stagnation…and the limits of sensibility—
−
"Et cela permet de maintenir notre entreprise sur les rails. Regardez la mer de gens devant notre porte !"
  
   
  +
“I’ll be here waiting for the damn fine woman who can beat me. It’s a promise.”
−
"...Si constante...la foule...nous effraie, nous les misanthropes, de sortir... coup critique !"
  
   
  +
—to become a damn fine woman.
−
"Mais, vous savez, nous sommes isolés de toute façon. Ce n'est pas comme si nous allions sortir ! On a juste Jibril pour faire passer la marchandise aux clients en gros ! Et on est assis là comme des courtisans qui s'éventent ! Haaa-ha-ha-ha ! Regardez tous ces pigeons !!"
  
   
  +
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.
−
"C'est une conséquence naturelle de la sagesse de mes maîtres et de leur talent en affaires. ”
  
   
  +
But the child fled…
−
Jibril s'agenouille devant les frères et soeurs caquetants. Kurami et Feel hochaient la tête de façon blasée.
  
   
  +
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…
−
Pas étonnant que nous ne les trouvions nulle part...
  
   
  +
…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.
−
Kurami rétrécit encore plus les yeux, jurant de ne pas regarder ailleurs cette fois-ci.
  
   
  +
…And his hunch was proven right. However—
−
'''"—ASSEZ PARLÉ AFFAIRES. RETOURNEZ GOUVERNER !!"'''
  
   
  +
“…A damn ham-fisted resolution… I was the one running, huh?”
−
Le hurlement de Kurami a secoué le petit magasin. Et puis...
  
−
 
−
"Si vous êtes si talentueux, alors pourquoi avez-vous été chassé du trône ? !"
  
   
  +
—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.
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—Elle a fait comprendre à Sora et Shiro la raison pour laquelle ils ont été chassés, mais aussi la manière dont ils ont réussi à se faire expulser. Pour le plus grand joueur de l'Immanity, le souverain invaincu -" "-, perdre le poste d'agent plénipotentiaire semblait impossible, et pourtant -
  
   
  +
And from trying to imagine why the child had cried that day. Her eyes, heavy with unease, had sought—
−
"C'est à cause de la façon dont vous avez utilisé les Commandements pour forcer la Confédération commerciale à se plier à votre volonté ! C'est votre oppression implacable qui leur a donné une excuse pour se regrouper en un coup d'État ! "
  
   
  +
—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.
−
...Oui. En gros, c'est tout ce que c'était, un coup d'État. Sora et Shiro se sont mis à rire.
  
   
  +
“… Really? Is that really how it is? You were running? Are you sure?”
−
Trois semaines plus tôt...
  
   
  +
In their melding consciousnesses, the sarcastic laughter of a young man interrupted their thoughts.
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=== Partie 3 ===
  
   
  +
“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.”
−
Une affiche portant l'inscription "FERMÉ POUR LES AFFAIRES" est accrochée au château d'Elkia. Et il y avait un certain nombre de personnes devant. Un groupe hétéroclite d'associations commerciales, de guildes et de nobles de la noblesse, qui s'appelaient collectivement la Confédération commerciale. Faisant semblant d'être en grève, ils demandaient à Sora et Shiro un simple jeu. Prenant en otage les infrastructures du pays, ils ont proposé un jeu simple - simplement truqué pour qu'ils gagnent, voilà... Et voilà l'histoire. Cela a suffi pour que les plus grands joueurs abandonnent le jeu et quittent le trône. 
  
   
  +
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…
−
Le truc pour ne jamais perdre, c'est de ne jamais jouer un match que l'on ne peut pas gagner. Et c'est ainsi que le coup d'État, exécuté sans heurts, a fait passer Elkia d'une monarchie à un duché constitutionnel. Il s'agissait d'un système parlementaire dans lequel les capitalistes et les seigneurs utilisaient leur argent et leurs relations pour influencer les affaires de l'État.
  
   
  +
So, what’s the difference between running and running from running…?
−
"Oh eh bien, cela devait arriver tôt ou tard de toute façon. Ne vous inquiétez pas pour ça".
  
   
  +
== Partie 9 ==
−
"Vous devriez vous en inquiéter ! Hé, tu m'écoutes ? !"
  
   
  +
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…
−
Sortant du mode flashback, Sora a déterminé qu'ils avaient atteint leur quota de réussite pour la journée. Kurami a poursuivi Sora alors qu'il montait les escaliers vers le deuxième étage, où se trouvaient ses quartiers d'habitation. Mais Jibril et Shiro, s'élevant de part et d'autre de Sora, l'ont renvoyée.
  
   
  +
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—
−
"Par exemple... l'Union de l'Est a besoin de ressources continentales. Normalement, Elkia pourrait les vendre à des prix exorbitants..."
  
   
  +
“……Ha…ha…! Haaa—ha-ha-haaa…!!”
−
"...Mais en vertu des politiques, d'un commonwealth multiracial ...Elkia doit, maintenir ses prix, justes... Ce n'est qu'une question de temps..."
  
   
  +
—the man at last collapsed, like his broken soul sword, spread-eagled over the ground laughing.
−
"Je suis...bien conscient de cela... !"
  
   
  +
“…Ahh… My fockin’ niece beat me good… The future is hers… I’ve lost…”
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Oui... Le but ultime de Sora et Shiro était de défier le Tet, l'Unique et Véritable Dieu. Leur projet de créer une communauté multiraciale qui unirait toutes les races sans domination sonnait bien. Personne ne serait perdant, avaient-ils dit, en effet. Mais qu'en est-il de ceux qui sont contraints de vendre des marchandises à des prix élevés et suffisamment bas ? Les commerçants subiraient une perte de revenus - donc, clairement, ils seraient perdants. Kurami savait que le mécontentement ne pouvait pas être réprimé éternellement. Mais même ainsi...
  
   
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Yes: Veig recognized his defeat. He looked up to the heavens—and at last, he and all the Dwarves watching the broadcast—
−
Alors que les trois hommes atteignaient leur chambre au deuxième étage et s'asseyaient sur leurs lits respectifs, elle leur demanda
  
   
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—saw…the sky…
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"N'est-ce pas le travail du gouvernement de le réprimer de toute façon ? ! Pourquoi avez-vous dû les traquer ?!"
  
   
  +
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…
−
Ce n'est pas d'oppression dont elle parlait mais de négociation que Kurami a exposé. Sora, Shiro et Jibril ont tous souri avec une férocité accrue.
  
   
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“…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.
−
"Allez, Kurami... Tu demandes à un joueur pourquoi il doit troller les gens ?"
  
   
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"...Nous ne sommes pas...des politiciens... Tu devrais savoir pourquoi on les trolle..."
  
   
  +
“You gotta fight with people on your level. Sorry, man. You’re just not up to playing me yet.”
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La politique, c'était pour les politiciens. Ils laissaient de côté une certaine rouquine. Les sourires de Sora et de Shiro se déformaient avec la malice - et les deux expliquaient comment pensait un joueur.
  
   
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Ah, what a small man he had been. Veig looked up at Sora, seeing in him a very different kind of man.
−
"Le coup d'État aura lieu de toute façon. Alors -"
  
   
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“…Small boobs, big boobs, even humongous boobs; fake boobs and real boobs… They are all boobs…”
−
"...Nous nous débarrassons... de la mise en place des drapeaux...♪"
  
   
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A big man… Such a big man. Sora eyed him calmly.
−
Kurami et Fiel savaient tous deux qu'il ne fallait pas sous-estimer " ”. On pouvait voir sur leurs visages ce qu'ils pensaient en écoutant Sora et Shiro : je le savais. Ils avaient fait exprès de déclencher le coup d'État.
  
   
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“If you claim to love boobs, how can you speak of right or wrong? Speak of love.”
−
Après avoir retrouvé Sora et Shiro pour le confirmer, ils étaient prêts à passer à la question suivante : Pourquoi ?
  
   
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The big, big man’s voice was so clear you could hear him all the way to nirvana.
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"Kurami. Après que la Confédération commerciale nous ait chassés, que s'est-il passé ici ?"
  
   
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“To reject boobs other than those of the uniform ponderous size you favor as fake, and to impose this view on others…”
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“…… ? Parlez-vous de l'explosion des échanges commerciaux après l'assouplissement de vos règlements ?" Répondit Kurami avec suspicion et prudence. Sora fit un signe de tête grave.
  
   
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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.
−
"En particulier... à un certain point de la route commerciale : ici. C'est le centre de distribution."
  
   
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“To speak to such a soul is less than my soul is worth.”
−
La capitale de la Confédération Commerciale se trouvait principalement dans le commerce que Sora et Shiro avaient restreint. Le but du coup d'État était le profit. Et donc, on pouvait en déduire un commerce libre et non réglementé. Tout le monde devait pouvoir voir ce qui allait se passer, il suffisait donc de l'exploiter. En d'autres termes !
  
   
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…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…
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"...Vous connaissez toutes ces histoires de commerçants dans des mondes alternatifs ? Leurs protagonistes ne vous énervent-ils pas ?"
  
   
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“Ideal tits? They’re perfect if you work on them? Ahh, how small, how small!!”
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"................Hein ? Le quoi dans le quoi ?"
  
   
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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.
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Ils gagnent le concours de la saveur en utilisant leurs connaissances de leurs anciens mondes pour faire de la mayo ou du miso et essaient de vendre leur produit sur le seul mérite du goût ? Ha !! Ces pigeons ne savent pas voir grand ! Et ils sont trop lents ! Ils pensent que le commerce consiste à avoir le meilleur produit. Ils ne voient pas les choses dans leur ensemble !
  
   
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…He was one truly great virgin. Yes…
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“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?!”
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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.
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“…Yeah. It was my limit to pursue mere perfection.”
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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…
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“…Ah, finally I can see what my fockin’ niece saw.”
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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…
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Bwoing…
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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……
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== Partie 10 ==
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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.
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“Hey—th-these are heavy; I can’t even stand! ‘Big’ doesn’t even describe these!”
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“You see, Dora, this is the conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob(?) essence’—”
  +
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“Analysis: Bust value of woman of unknown name. Provisionally categorized under handle ‘megatits.’ Very niche support.’”
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“What are you talking about?! These are going to turn back, aren’t they? I can’t live like this!”
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“Why, I’m fine if we don’t turn back, insofar as I’ve happened to match Chlammy. ”
  +
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“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!”
  +
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“Query: This unit’s bust provisionally categorized under ‘ample bosom’… Questioning conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob essence.’”
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“You see, it is not ‘big boob essence’ but ‘big boob(?) essence’—”
  +
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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:
  +
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“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
  +
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has generated a composite conceptual rewrite.”
  +
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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:
  +
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“In short—the conceptual rewrite is in the form of a question: ‘Are these big boobs?’”
  +
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“These clearly cannot be described as big boobs!”
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“Yes, you see, it is ‘big boob(?) essence,’ such as to make everyone ask, ‘These are big boobs?’”
  +
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……
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== Partie 11 ==
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“For the record, this is the first and last time I’m gonna play Cupid for anyone, all right?!”
  +
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Sora paid no attention to the commotion. He took the hand of his sister, apparently the only one unaffected: Big boobs? Where?
  +
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“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!”
  +
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“…I hope you find…happiness.♪ That’s one heroine…out of the running…”
  +
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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.
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“…Ho… Bitches, I’ve heard your answer… I feel your soul…”
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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…
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“I was wrong to question you. Thanks for showin’ me…the sky…”
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He got the sense that if they could beat this game world, they could say they’d fled to win… So:
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“Lemme help ya build the sky of your future. Let’s be bosom buddies.”
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They’d overthrow this game world, its rules, everything. They’d beat the world. Just you wait.
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We’re coming for you next, friggin’ Earth…
   
   
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Latest revision as of 20:18, 28 September 2022

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.

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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……

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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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