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== Chapitre 5 : Pour répondre (Pragmatisme)==
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== Chapitre 3 : Formula Front <ref>[https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armored_Core:_Formula_Front C'est une référence au jeu Armored Core: Formula Front où l'on peut conduire des mécha.]</ref> (Généralisation)==
  
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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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vers ce monde étroit et sombre.
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Oui...
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Un ciel pour que la marionnette soit à l'abri du mal, pour sourire du cœur.
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Un endroit où personne ne les piétinerait, où personne ne les blesserait,
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aucune force ne les contraint, aucun besoin de changer.
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Un nouveau monde où ils pourraient voler.
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Ce jour-là,
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L'oisillon savait très bien que ça ne serait probablement jamais le cas.
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L'oisillon implora la marionnette, qui jura de se battre :
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Aucun ciel ne vaut la peine de te voir souffrir.
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Alors la marionnette, elle aussi, s'enfuit dans cette même cage.
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Jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions un moyen de créer ce ciel,
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c'est ce que pensait la marionnette dans ce monde étouffant.
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Pensée et seulement pensée...
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Doutant et vacillant, ne trouvant rien à chercher,
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la marionnette pensait toujours à cette promesse :
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Ce jour-là,
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dans un nouveau pays, regardant les cieux,
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voyant le bébé oiseau déployer ses ailes et sourire,
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la marionnette vide - le ciel - Sora -
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Traduit avec www.DeepL.com/Translator (version gratuite)
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== Partie 1 ==
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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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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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"... 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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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!!”'''
   
 
== Partie 3 ==
  
== 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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Ils se trouvaient dans un petit trou exigu au fond du sol sombre, le cliquetis du métal étant le seul son qui remplissait l'air. Le trou était encombré de pièces de métal, mais il était plus que suffisamment spacieux pour qu'une petite silhouette puisse y manier un marteau seule. Soudain, le son s'arrête, et à travers le trou maintenant rempli de silence, une voix vide entonne :
  
   
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a Heavenly Smite……
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"...Comment as-tu su que je serais ici ?"
  
   
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“Hey, whoaaa! I thought the Flügel wasn’t—hey, isn’t that against the rules?!”
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La petite silhouette -Til- bredouilla une question sèche en se retournant. Le jeune homme désigna le plafond de la grotte étroite et sombre, un trou à travers lequel on pouvait voir un peu de ciel bleu et par lequel la lumière du soleil entrait. C'était Sora, avec sa sœur et leur serviteur. Ses yeux étaient comme ce ciel lorsqu'il répondit par un sourire.
  
   
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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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"Le ciel... Ça t'ennuie de ne pas pouvoir le voir, hein ?"
  
   
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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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"...J'aime le ciel, vraiment... J'aime... voir les oiseaux voler, vraiment."
  
   
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“—?!!”
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Comme pour dire qu'elle ne voulait plus courir - non, qu'elle n'avait plus d'endroit où courir...
  
   
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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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"J'aime fantasmer sur ce que ces oiseaux voient, je le fais - nager dans l'air, faire ce que je ne peux pas faire comme s'il n'y avait rien à faire. J'aimerais pouvoir au moins rêver... Si seulement je pouvais voler..."
  
   
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'''……'''
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...Til a jeté un regard résigné au ciel sombre et à l'oiseau blanc, puis a fait demi-tour.
  
   
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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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"...Il est temps de faire une démonstration de la fabrication simple et facile d'un bras spirituel, à la manière d'une taupe crasseuse qui ne sait rien faire...c'est ça."
  
   
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'''They said she was just running. They mocked that it was impossible. Her soul…'''
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Elle fit référence avec autodérision à la leçon qu'elle avait donnée auparavant sur ce que n'importe quel Nain pouvait faire. C'était il y a deux jours. Son marmonnement maintenant indiquait qu'elle allait leur montrer avec des actions plutôt que des mots.
  
   
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«I…knew it! …I knew it!! Better than anyone, I did…!!»
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"D'abord... vous faites de votre mieux pour fouiller dans un tas de ferraille à la recherche de rites de scellement existants... et vous rassemblez ce que vous trouvez, vous le faites."
  
   
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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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"Ensuite... vous essayez désespérément de comprendre ce que les sceaux signifient et ce que vous pouvez faire, vous le faites..."
  
   
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«So…you wanted me to live like you…? Fa-kew!!»
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De la ferraille recouvrait le fond du trou dans le sol, visible depuis le ciel au-dessus. Til en tenait une partie, décorée de sceaux dont ils ne pouvaient percevoir la signification. Elle l'a regardé avec un regard vaincu.
  
   
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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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"Puis, comme toujours, vous vous lamentez de ne pas pouvoir comprendre, et, un par un..."
  
   
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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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"...tu t'amuses avec eux, en te disant, Non, pas comme ça, ni comme ça... et c'est tout ce que c'est. Donc c'est tout ce que tu obtiens, c'est tout."
  
   
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—just shut up and do your work!!—
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-et en souriant, elle a indiqué que, dans ce tas de ferraille qui remplissait le trou, il y avait maintenant une nouvelle pièce de ferraille.
  
   
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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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"Ensuite, vous continuez jusqu'à ce que vous obteniez quelque chose qui fonctionne... Vous voyez ? C'est simple, n'est-ce pas ?"
  
   
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I’ll never give in…
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Pour souligner l'ironie de ses paroles, elle a jeté l'objet qu'elle venait de terminer.
  
   
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I’ll overcome the chieftain and destroy those dictates—!!
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Donc, ici, elle a pêché dans les rites de scellement existants... les déchets... elle les a assemblés...
  
   
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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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Elle a fait sa propre montagne de ferraille, construisant sa propre strate géologique - ici même.
  
   
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I’ll show him… So she thought…
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Née d'une race qui ne s'est jamais trompée - puis s'est trompée constamment.
  
   
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«But…no matter what I did…I just…couldn’t find anything!!»
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D'une race qui allait toujours de l'avant, mais qui était incapable de suivre.
  
   
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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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Submergée par la honte, la frustration et l'échec, elle a fui sa patrie, son pays, son oncle talentueux. Elle avait fui, fui et fui. Et c'est ici qu'ils ont fini, ceux qui avaient fui tout ça. Comme la chaise l'avait dit, c'était la destination pour ceux dont personne n'avait besoin, ceux qui n'étaient même pas en vie...
  
   
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«…But—hee-hee… Now I know what to say—I do…»
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"Bienvenue dans ma maison, si vous voulez... Qu'est-ce qui vous amène ici ?"
  
   
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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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Til sourit faiblement, dans ce profond et sombre donjon - ce non-lieu désolé pour ceux qui n'ont pas de place du tout - et demanda :
  
   
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“……Hey… Ho. I must be hallucinating, ain’t I?”
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"Ayant vu cela... voulez-vous toujours que je vous fasse quelque chose ?"
  
   
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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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"......"
  
   
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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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Le dos de Til continue de trembler. Sora a silencieusement fait un pas en avant.
  
   
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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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"Vivre sans honte, sans fuir ? C'est de la foutaise, c'est vrai. S'il est si possible de surpasser un génie avec des efforts, alors pourquoi personne ne l'a pas déjà prouvé ?! Personne ne peut le faire - et bien ils prétendent que c'est leur destination, ils le font !!!"
  
   
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'''«Shut up!! Your stupid world can eat shit, it can!! Pft!»'''
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Une autre étape. Et encore une autre. Til semblait effrayé par l'approche de Sora.
  
   
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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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"Ils peuvent aller travailler. J'en ai assez, c'est vrai ! Être fier d'un échec ? C'est insensé, vraiment ! Je ne vois pas l'intérêt d'essayer et d'échouer quand on ne peut pas gagner, je ne vois pas !!"
  
   
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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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Elle ne s'est pas retournée. Elle n'a pas pu. Til a juste continué à trembler alors qu'elle empilait les excuses. Mais...
  
   
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«…Uncle, did you…ever imagine…this…?»
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"Les efforts seront récompensés ?! Parler de rêves, c'est très bien. Mais ce ne sont que des rêves, ils le sont !!"
  
   
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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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C'est ainsi qu'elle a fini par s'écrier en sentant Sora se placer juste derrière elle. L'instant d'après, elle a pratiquement bondi dans les airs alors que Sora hochait la tête de façon spectaculaire et rugissait !
  
   
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== Partie 4 ==
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'''"PUTAIN DE MEEEEEEEEERDE !!!"'''
  
   
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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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"Je vais vous l'épeler ! L'effort n'est pas récompensé, et vous ne pouvez pas surmonter le talent. C'est la réalité !!!"
  
   
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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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"............ Monsieur. Um, uh... C'est vrai, c'est... ?"
  
   
  +
“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.”
−
Til se retourna avec effroi, abasourdi par l'accord inattendu de Sora. Ses yeux ronds en orichalque sont devenus encore plus ronds dans sa perplexité, que Sora a élégamment piétinée !
  
   
  +
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…
−
"Dans notre vieux monde, les personnages de jeux et de bandes dessinées disent toujours : "L'effort paie", "L'effort peut surpasser le talent". Et pourquoi ?! Parce que c'est de la '''fiction''' ! Parce qu'ils racontent l'histoire de quelque chose qui n'existe pas !"
  
   
  +
== Partie 5 ==
−
Sora est devenu passionné, véhément ! Il a levé les bras triomphalement. Ses poings et sa voix tremblaient alors qu'il l'épelait article par article-oui ! !!
  
   
  +
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.
−
"Et ainsi, c'est clair ! 'Les gens peuvent se comprendre les uns les autres'. 'Tous les gens sont égaux' ! Toutes ces lignes qu'ils débitent dans les divertissements, c'est de la fiction !!! Ce sont des rêves qu'on souhaite parce qu'on ne les a pas. C'est ça le divertissement, non ?!"
  
   
  +
“What a little man you are, Veig!! You talk big, but you’re the one who’s smaaaall!!”
−
-Tout ce qu'ils ont montré dans le divertissement pourrait être considéré comme de la fiction ! Si c'était une réalité évidente, ce ne serait pas du divertissement. Par exemple !!
  
   
  +
It was a hailstorm of scrap that accompanied the raucous laughter.
−
...Les gens ont sommeil. Existe-t-il une œuvre de divertissement dans laquelle les personnages principaux argumentent passionnément pour cela ? Probablement pas. Pourquoi ? Parce que c'est évident. C'est une réalité qui nous est plus familière que nos oreillers à la maison. On sait, idiot. Rendez-nous notre argent ! Quel genre d'idiot veut qu'un idiot argumente en détail pour une réalité qui va de soi ?!
  
   
  +
“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!!”
−
Si c'est dépeint ainsi dans les divertissements, c'est la preuve que c'est autrement dans la réalité, et donc- !!
  
   
  +
“…You said…we could use any machines…and do anything with the venue, didn’t you?♪”
−
"L'amitié véritable" ! "L'amour véritable" ! "Le gars pour qui toutes les filles craquent" !! Tout cela est intrinsèquement de la fiction. Cela devrait être évident !!!"
  
   
  +
Towering with a sneer on top was a giant mecha of junk—of the unwanted. Of unvalued failures and rejected scrap.
−
"......Uh. Eh bien... je ne suis pas sûr... de ça... ?"
  
   
  +
This was the gathering place for the things that might have not been mistakes. This was their home turf, they indicated with a sneer.
−
Interrompit Shiro, montrant un attachement résiduel à l'espoir, mais Sora l'a impitoyablement coupé !
  
   
  +
“Who’s gonna take the time to hunt their prey after they’ve already lured them in?”
−
"C'est de la fiction ! L'amitié se brise. L'amour véritable tourne au vinaigre ! Le gars que toutes les filles aiment se fait poignarder. C'est la réalité. Je veux dire, tu dois faire un choix ici, soit te retirer dans la fiction, soit te faire poignarder et quitter la scène de la réalité. Mais de toute façon... !!"
  
   
  +
Sora uproariously exposed the truth that was now assaulting Veig.
−
Il a coupé l'espoir en deux, et a de nouveau regardé Til dans les yeux-
  
   
  +
“If you’re gonna lure in your prey, obviously you’re gonna go straight to a trap, aren’t you, you scrub?!”
−
"Til, tu as absolument raison. Faire un effort à un jeu que tu ne peux pas gagner ? Balivernes. Toute personne saine d'esprit s'enfuirait."
  
   
  +
It was a cage, a trap. The junk itself, the venue itself, the soul of a girl who had patched failure to error itself—
−
-et affirma ce qu'elle avait dit.
  
   
  +
'''“Ladies and gentlemen—the venue itself is our machine!! How do you like that?!”'''
−
"Battre le plus grand Nain par un simple effort ? Toi, le plus mauvais Nain ? Ouais, c'est ça."
  
   
  +
'''“…We of Blank call it…the Spirit of Mother Til…♪”'''
−
"...... ! ...Monsieur. C'est comme vous le dites, c'est comme ça."
  
   
  +
It literally looked down on Veig, nine hundred seventy times his size. Sora and Shiro cackled, back at the reins for their big counterattack.
−
Ses yeux bleus pâles ont acquiescé avec confusion, le feu s'y agitant fragilement - des yeux que Sora connaissait bien. Til ne semblait pas réaliser qu'ils s'étaient assombris suite à l'affirmation de Sora...
  
   
  +
—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—?!
−
"Si l'effort est suffisant pour que les plus faibles battent les génies, alors les génies peuvent juste faire un effort et te botter le cul, n'est-ce pas ?!"
  
   
  +
“Personally, I’m not as into the NEXTs as the Arms Forts built by average schmucks to confront them.”
−
"Monsieur ! C'est exactement ça !!! Il est impossible de rattraper un génie qui fait un effort, c'est vrai ! !"
  
   
  +
In fiction, raw size is destined to be overthrown.
−
Elle hocha furieusement la tête à l'adresse continue de Sora.
  
   
  +
Which is how we know that reality is different!! Indeed—!!
−
Mais elle ne semblait pas se rendre compte du feu qui vacillait dans ses yeux quand elle regardait son ciel, ni de l'étincelle d'espoir qui grondait en elle...
  
   
  +
'''“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!!”'''
−
"Pouvez-vous entraîner votre corps à battre un Thérianthrope au bras de fer ? ! Pouvez-vous entraîner vos yeux à voir les esprits ?! Si tu penses vraiment que ce genre d'effort sera payant, entraîne tes muscles et surpasse un gorille !!! Nous ne sommes que des humains, dites-vous ? Avec tout le respect que je vous dois, c'est une erreur ! Aucun humain n'est juste un humain ! Si vous pensez que ce genre de bêtises vous mènera quelque part, écoutez, nous sommes tous des êtres vivants, ok ? Donc tu fais cet effort et tu évolues pour pouvoir faire jaillir la lumière de ton cul comme une luciole !!"
  
   
  +
In reality—overkill is all the better!!
−
"Oui, oui !! Fais briller cette lumière, étincelle, étincelle ! !! Ca a même l'air un peu mignon, c'est vrai !"
  
   
  +
Seated in the cockpit, Sora and Shiro controlled the massive body and filled the screen with projectiles.
−
"Si vous voulez nous mettre au même niveau que les puissants, tout ce qu'on a à dire, c'est "Allez vous faire foutre !".
 
   
  +
«The fock?! How’d you get such a crazy machine?!»
−
"Oui, oui ! Fu-te ! ...Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire fu-te ?!"
  
   
  +
Veig screeched as he just barely managed to demi-shift from one empty location to another.
−
Scanda Til, pleurant sous l'émotion du discours de Sora. Mais fwip, Sora a tourné le dos. Seuls Shiro et Jibril ont vu son visage, tiraillé en un sourire mauvais. Et à présent, ce n'était plus une surprise...
  
   
  +
«What kinda Dwarf has the power to run a barmy monster like that?!»
−
-Vaincre les personnes naturellement fortes par l'effort ? -C'est de la foutaise.
  
   
  +
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.
−
Peu importe à quel point il essayait, il ne pourrait jamais devenir comme sa sœur. Il le savait mieux que quiconque et c'est pourquoi il avait vécu en regardant de haut ces stratégies conventionnelles, plus que quiconque... Ils le connaissaient, et donc ils savaient. La question fondamentale était la suivante : Pourquoi fallait-il gagner par sa propre force... ?
  
   
  +
……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—
−
Ils savaient que c'était ce que signifiait ce sourire sauvage. Ils se sont tus et ont regardé la farce de Sora se dérouler. Alors, Sora se retourna pour faire face à Til à nouveau, et entama un dialogue ! !!
  
   
  +
“Chieftain… You ask that now? I couldn’t even start up our first machine without boosting, I couldn’t.”
−
"Je te le demande, Til ! Peux-tu vaincre un Thérianthrope dans un combat sans magie ?!"
  
   
  +
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—
−
"Je ne peux pas, je ne le peux pas ! En aucun cas !! Je ne peux pas, je ne le peux pas ! !"
  
   
  +
“To begin with…I can’t even use magic without boosting, I can’t.”
−
"Et je te demande, Til ! Peux-tu battre une Ex-Machina aux échecs ?!"
  
   
  +
«—Huhhh?!»
−
"Non, monsieur ! Non, non, non, monsieur ! !
  
   
  +
—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—
−
"Alors laisse-moi te demander, Til ! Peux-tu vaincre Veig, le plus grand maître des armes spirituelles ?!"
  
   
  +
'''—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!'''
−
"Semper fi <ref>[https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semper_fidelis Wikipedia : Semper fidelis]</ref> ! Marche ou crève ! Pas du tout !! Pas du tout. !!!"
  
   
  +
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…
−
Répondit passionnément Til à l'interrogation de Sora, avec un salut martial !
  
   
  +
…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…!!
−
...Yoink, yoink, yoink...
  
   
  +
… 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—
−
"Voyons voir, votre score est... ☆ Zéro. ♪ Et quelle est la pénalité pour les petits malins qui ont les mauvaises questions ?"
  
   
  +
'''—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!'''
−
"...Harcèlement sexuel...de la part de Shiro...plus...une photo..."
  
   
  +
«Wha—? Wait, whoa— Niecey, don’t tell me yours still hasn’t growwwn?!»
−
Til a été accueilli par les sourires odieux de Sora et Shiro, qui avaient l'air d'enfants qui avaient fait une farce. Til est restée là, oubliant même de rougir du harcèlement qu'elle avait subi trois jours auparavant. Mais les mots de Sora qui suivirent-
  
   
  +
“Heh…heh-heh, Ch-Chieftain…I’d like to see you burn in hell! I would…”
−
"La réponse correcte à toutes les questions est oui... C'est juste la réalité. C'est juste un fait."
  
   
  +
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!!”
−
-ont permit à Til de se souvenir, qu'elle le veuille ou non, à qui appartenaient ces deux paires d'yeux qui la transperçaient maintenant. Elle se tenait debout, frissonnant comme si elle avait été frappée par la foudre. Oui... Ils avaient toujours vaincu et battu les races supérieures, ces talents insurmontables par l'effort. Maintenant ils promettaient de vaincre Veig. Non, comme lors de leurs précédentes victoires, ils se sont vantés d'avoir déjà gagné. Ils étaient Sora et Shiro...『  』...de simples humains, qui incarnaient le fait qu'il était possible de détruire complètement ceux qui avaient de plus grands dons, même les divins.
  
   
  +
«Fock!! How can a Dwarf’s body endure that shite? You wanna kill my fockin’ niece?!»
−
"Til... Tu réalises à qui tu parles quand tu prétends être le plus inférieur de tous ?"
  
   
  +
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…
−
"...Nous sommes des rebuts sans précédent...littéralement sans précédent... C'est-à-dire, nous..."
  
   
  +
“…Didn’t you say no mercy? A man’s word isn’t worth much these days, huh?”
−
La dignité de leur présence divine (inexplicable) alors qu'ils prenaient Til à partie fit déchanter Til et Jibril, qui eurent l'impression d'entendre le sous-texte de manière audible...
  
   
  +
«—!!»
−
-Saisissez votre place, ô les forts. Détendez-vous. Fanfaronnez.
  
   
  +
…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.
−
-Sachez aussi que vous avez beau ramper ou vous tortiller, vous n'atteindrez jamais nos profondeurs.
  
   
  +
—Veig meant to lose intentionally.
−
"Vous pouvez battre un gorille, pas vrai ?! Vous pouvez voir les esprits, et avant tout - !!"
  
   
  +
This man didn’t seem to understand what a humiliation that would be—!!
−
...Oui, regardant tout ce qui se trouve plus loin sous leur nez que n'importe qui d'autre, ces deux-là ont poussé un grand cri !
  
   
  +
“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!!”
−
"Vous pouvez sortir seul et parler aux gens seul !!! Rien que ça, c'est beaucoup, beaucoup plus fort que nous. Ne soyez pas trop sûrs de vous !!"
  
   
  +
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:
−
"...Nous pouvons à peine, respirer par nous-mêmes, et vous pensez que vous êtes pires... ? Vous avez quelque chose à apprendre, mademoiselle..."
  
   
  +
“There’s only one future: Til’s complete victory!!”
−
"Comme vous le dites, c'est vrai, mais, euh, euh ! J'ai quatre-vingt-quatre ans, donc je suis votre aîné..."
  
   
  +
«Whyyy, it’s time for the showwwdowwwn.♥»
−
"Gaaah !!! Je ne vais pas me la couler douce avec toi juste parce que tu es exactement mon type !!! Pourquoi dois-je mettre les drapeaux de l'héroïne de quelqu'un d'autre ? Ça n'a aucun sens ! On va faire du spartiate avec ton cul maintenant. T'es prêt ?!"
  
   
  +
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.
−
Sora déclara de lui-même qu'il n'accepterait aucune réfutation de Til. Ils appartenaient à la race la plus faible et la plus inférieure. Et parmi eux, ils étaient la sélection du fond du fond du fond.
  
   
  +
“Can you dodge a bomb? If you know a way, as a gamer, I’d very much like to know!”
−
"Peut-être aimerais-tu savoir comment nous, les『 』, les véritables prétendants au titre de plus inférieurs, dominons et continuons à dominer... Si tu es si déterminé à te vanter d'une faiblesse rivalisant avec la nôtre, si tu as l'intention d'aller jusqu'à l'extrême, alors très bien. Ouvre tes oreilles, écoutes et apprends..."
  
   
  +
A bomb indeed, leaving no place to hide. A bomb called…yes, that’s right:
−
Sora sourit malicieusement, prêt à éclairer Til sur ce qu'est la réalité, sur ce que signifie vraiment être le plus faible. Prêt à révéler le point culminant de l'abîme, le secret pour vaincre des talents qui ne pourraient jamais être surmontés par le seul effort. Il mit ses coudes sur les côtés et leva ses paumes, prophétisant à la manière d'un conquérant. Il dit - !!!
  
   
  +
…The E-bomb…
−
'''"-TU LES BATS EN TRICHANT... !"'''
  
   
  +
== Partie 6 ==
−
......
  
   
  +
In the cockpit behind the blazing E-bomb was Fiel, smiling.
−
"C'est ça !!! Tu les poignardes dans le dos, tu les frappes quand ils ne regardent pas, tu les obliges à tirer sur leurs amis, tu les empoisonnes, tu les décrédibilises et tu les pièges !"
  
   
  +
“Why, you’ll note that we’ve followed the rules to a T. And in a most sustainable way, if I might add.♥”
−
Ah, la fiction nous dit que le Mal ne prévaut jamais... Cependant, malheureusement, dans la réalité, le Mal l'emporte toujours !!!
  
   
  +
No magic other than seal rites. You lost if your core broke. And the players here were everyone…
−
" Tu analyses les forts, tu les étudies, tu les exploites, tu les copies - peu importe ce que tu fais tant que tu gagnes. Tu as compris ?!"
  
   
  +
“Anyone can very well recycle the unit we lost in, caaan’t theyyy?♥”
−
"............Uh... Je suppose, je... le comprends..."
  
   
  +
True, Til could connect and use Fiel’s unit. Also:
−
Sora a conclu son discours avec son visage tordu en un sourire méchant qui, en termes de divertissement, ressemblait à celui d'un seigneur démon destiné à être tué. Til était confuse d'entendre les louanges du mal chantées si galamment, mais Sora a continué à passer devant elle.
  
   
  +
“Incluuuding the seal of protection of that boorish fire, and incluuuding the seal rites on the unit.♪”
−
"C'est ça, tu triches. Si je dois l'honorer d'un mot..." Sora a ramassé un objet dans le tas de ferraille et s'est retourné. Souriant maintenant sereinement, il exaltait l'épitomé du mal qu'il venait de chanter. On pourrait appeler ça... de la sagesse. Ou peut-être le calcul. Ou apprentissage. Ou délibération.
  
   
  +
Fiel had in mind the seventh player, and their fifth trump card.
−
-Ou, en dernière analyse, de la théorie. Ce système académique, le grand-père de toutes sortes de tactiques et de stratégies...
  
   
  +
They hadn’t bothered with any seal rites for the specs, but they had bothered with seal rites.
−
"...... C'est ce qu'on appelle... l'ingéniosité..."
  
   
  +
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.
−
En effet - c'était la nature de la faiblesse humaine. C'est ainsi que les humains vivaient, et c'est justement ce que la taupe, fière de son infériorité, avait accumulé pendant tout ce temps. Oui, il était impossible de vaincre les personnes naturellement fortes par un simple effort. Et cela était illustré par l'objet que Sora tenait maintenant, décrit comme l'un des nombreux échecs, et sa gravure clairement étrange :
  
   
  +
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:
−
" Tu gagnes en accumulant les tours, comme tu l'as fait. "
  
   
  +
“…Fi, I’ve been wondering: Whose idea was it to use the seal of Ocain’s protection?”
−
A tâtons dans l'obscurité. Tu as considéré, déduit, observé, rapiécé les principes des forts. Se raccrocher à n'importe quoi. Vous avez échoué et souffert jusqu'à ce que vous ayez amassé une montagne. Sora savait où cela menait : à la victoire. Et c'est pourquoi il a parlé avec un sourire.
  
   
  +
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.
−
Fondamentalement, pour commencer :
  
   
  +
…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.
−
-Pourquoi avez-vous dû gagner par votre propre force ?
  
   
  +
“Mmm, I don’t know, myself. It’s been the Nirvalens’ ace in the hole for generations.”
−
Si vous deviez surmonter le talent absolu pour gagner contre un Flügel :
  
   
  +
Fiel tilted her head. Yes, and they’d said this…
−
"La façon dont tu t'es appuyé sur les autres pour échapper à Jibril, par exemple.♪"
  
   
  +
“They said trump cards are trump cards because you don’t reveal them until the showdown.”
−
"'''Oh'''. Oh, ohh-uh, um ! Ce n'était pas comme ça, ça ne l'était pas !!"
  
   
  +
Howeverrr… She gave Chlammy her greatest smile as she continued.
−
Sora lança à Jibril l'objet qu'il tenait, et Til sembla enfin réaliser ce que c'était. Elle bondit désespérément pour l'attraper dans les airs mais finit par faire un plongeon inutile.
  
   
  +
“Why, my ultimate trump card is you, Chlammy.♪”
−
"Oh là là... ? N'est-ce pas... un rite de scellement elfique ?"
  
   
  +
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.
−
"Noooon !!! S'il vous plaît, non, je vous supplie, ne regardez pas, oh s'il vous plaît !"
  
   
  +
“If you say we can’t win…why, then we can’t win.”
−
Jibril s'est simplement déplacée pour l'attraper en premier, sans tenir compte de la supplication de Til, maintenant coincé la tête la première dans le tas de métal.
  
   
  +
Yes…from the moment Chlammy had concluded that they couldn’t win…
−
...Elle a juste bricolé des sceaux existants. D'accord, ça semblait assez plausible. Assembler des joints plus complexes que des circuits intégrés dans des machines plus précises qu'une montre mécanique ?
  
   
  +
…Fiel had resigned from this game…
−
Des objets construits par la seule sensibilité ?
  
   
  +
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—
−
Sans une once de théorie ?
  
   
  +
—Veig must be commanded to bear shame for the rest of his life…
−
"Je vois... Tu as donc utilisé le cadre théorique des Elfes, même si tu les méprises tant..."
  
   
  +
“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!!”
−
"Aaah, je ne peux pas vous entendre, je ne le peux pas. Je veux mou- je plaisante, je ne veux pas mourir, je ne le veux pas."
  
   
  +
Fiel’s bright demeanor made Chlammy chuckle.
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Bien. Elle a juste à rajouter des rites de scellement elfiques, qui ont un système théorique. Cela expliquerait comment Til en savait assez pour détecter la magie de Fiel avant qu'elle ne fasse feu. Mais les yeux de Jibril se demandaient encore comment elle avait pu lui échapper.
  
   
  +
“…Well, we do have to regret a little we didn’t make good on our chance to win directly.”
−
"Hey, Jibril. Si elle veut utiliser les rites elfiques..."
  
   
  +
“But we must count ourselves blessed to have been able to pummel you a bit.♪ After allll—”
−
"...il n'y a aucune...raison pour qu'elle n'utilise pas ceux des autres, n'est-ce pas... ?"
  
   
  +
“Yes. We are really perfect outsiders to this matter. We’re not even friends, you know?”
−
La magie n'était pas la spécialité de Sora et Shiro... Ils ne pouvaient même pas comprendre cette merde. Mais dans ce cas précis, les choses étaient particulièrement faciles à reconstituer à partir des preuves circonstancielles. Ils ont tous les deux souri. Après tout, il n'y avait pas tant de moyens de fuir Jibril que de passer par l'au-delà. Parmi eux, l'un d'entre eux pouvait être un rite que Til avait vu avant de l'utiliser. Et le seul moment où elle aurait pu graver le rite était quand ils étaient dans le souterrain -oui...
  
   
  +
As they snidely echoed Veig’s remarks, Chlammy had a thought.
−
"Par exemple, le rite de déplacement que tu as d'abord tissé pour aller au-dessus de la capitale de Hardenfell, Jibril.♪"
  
   
  +
—They could win an unwinnable match through someone else’s power. Then how might they answer an unanswerable question?
−
C'est pour cela qu'ils lui avaient ordonné de se déplacer là, disaient-ils. Mais ça veut dire que... ! Les yeux de Jibril se sont ouverts en grand à cette révélation.
  
   
  +
“We’ll make others answer for us… In other words, as usual, we win through sophistry.”
−
Til s'était enfuie en gravant un rite Flügel sur son marteau et en l'utilisant pour se transformer...
  
   
  +
—Having had their past questioned: Have you paid your tab?
−
"Inconcevable ! On ne se contente pas de transcrire - non, en premier lieu, pour effectuer un déplacement non virtuel - même si on pouvait l'exprimer sous la forme d'un sceau, il ne fonctionnerait pas avec la quantité d'esprits dont dispose un Nain - c'est insensé !"
  
   
  +
—They answered with their future: I will when I can…
−
"Oui. C'est à ça que sert le renforcement, non ? Til ne peut pas utiliser un seul sort sans renforcement.♪"
  
   
  +
……
−
Jibril a saisi le sous-entendu de Sora, et maintenant elle ne savait plus quoi dire.
  
   
  +
“…And so the puppet continued building the sky… The sky only they still could not see…”
−
Il est vrai que pour un Nain normal, ce serait probablement insignifiant et impossible.
  
   
  +
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…
−
Mais pour Til, qui n'était pas un Nain normal, c'était à la fois une évidence et entièrement possible.
  
   
  +
“They’re opening up Til’s sky… Going on until they find their own…”
−
"Et c'est une astuce bien utile à utiliser contre nous, puisque nous ne sommes pas normaux non plus, n'est-ce pas ?"
  
   
  +
== Partie 7 ==
−
Sora appela affectueusement le bout de derrière qui poussait sur le tas de ferraille.
  
   
  +
At last, brilliant, blinding light.
−
"Hé, petite taupe dégoûtante qui est si fière de sa conviction qu'elle ne peut rien faire."
  
   
  +
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.
−
Pour vaincre le plus grand de tous les Nains -Veig- ils avaient besoin du plus petit de tous les Nains -Til. C'est vrai...
  
   
  +
“…Uncle…have I…kept…my promise…?”
−
Elle se vantait avec une confiance débordante qu'elle ne pouvait rien faire sans artifices. Elle fuyait les efforts inutiles et pourtant...
  
   
  +
The spirits raged, and her body ached as if it was about to break.
−
"Malgré tout ça, pourquoi as-tu construit ton bras spirituel en regardant le ciel ?"
  
   
  +
“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…
−
L'arrière train a sauté avec un petit cri. Hésitante, Til a sorti son visage du tas de ferraille. Puis, tergiversant et vacillant, s'inquiétant et fronçant les sourcils, elle regarda directement dans les yeux de Sora. Ses propres yeux étaient les mêmes que deux jours auparavant ; le même regard fixe. Et elle a demandé de la même manière :
  
   
  +
“…Do you…want…to know…what it’s…like…?!”
−
"...Est-ce que je peux...partir avec vous...?"
  
   
  +
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—
−
En effet...
  
   
  +
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.
−
"Je suis ... une petite taupe sale, je le suis. Je ne peux rien faire sans me souiller les mains avec le terrible, horrible crime d'utiliser les rites elfiques. Je n'ai pas de raison, ni de courage, ni de tripes, ni une once de poil, petite taupe que je suis". -Lorsque les yeux de Til se sont posés sur l'obscurité de Sora, incertaine, faible, effrayée et fragile, mais avec une grande conviction... de son infériorité, elle a...
  
−
demandé :
  
   
  +
'''“You piece of shit, you’ll never understand, you won’t!! Serves you right, it does!! Pft!”'''
−
"Malgré tout...est-il-possible pour moi de voler comme vous... ?"
  
   
  +
«Niecey!! You got to get back at me, huh?! Ain’t ya imitatin’ me?!»
−
Les yeux d'orichalque qui brillent d'une flamme bleu pâle n'ont pas demandé : Allez-vous m'abandonner ? Ni : Est-ce que ça vaut la peine de m'avoir avec vous ? C'était : Y a-t-il quelque chose que je puisse faire ?
  
   
  +
Veig’s transmission came through at trace volume. Til did hear it, though, and she closed her eyes and grinned.
−
C'était ce qu'ils semblaient demander. Til elle-même ne le savait même pas alors qu'elle regardait le ciel avec espoir, et demandait :
  
   
  +
…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
−
"Est-il possible pour moi d'être quelque chose de plus qu'un poulet... ?"
  
   
  +
Very well then…!! Making mistakes is my only specialty—!!
−
Le chef, son oncle, ses dons naturels, ses bras spirituels, ses promesses...
  
   
  +
—Assuming I can… Assuming that nothing’s impossible! I’ll fail again, and build up my mountain of mistakes, I will!!
−
Pourrait-elle affronter tout ce qu'elle a fui, tout ce à quoi elle a tourné le dos, et gagner ?
  
   
  +
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.
−
Pourrait-elle croire qu'elle pourrait être comme Sora et Shiro ?
  
   
  +
It could never be seen by those born with natural talent…by the birds that didn’t build airplanes.
−
--Pourrait-elle être un oiseau sans ailes, mais capable de voler... ?
  
   
  +
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.
−
Le feu dans ses yeux bleu pâle, d'une température plus chaude que le rouge, rugit : Je ne l'accepterai pas et je ne me rendrai pas. Sora se rappela comment Veig avait interrompu les choses ce jour-là et gloussa.
  
   
  +
…I’m ready to make as many mistakes as it takes. I can say that now, I can…
−
-Si c'est le cas, petite. Tu as juste besoin d'être délicieusement appréciée.
  
   
  +
And so, while Til went limp in Shiro’s arms—
−
Supplie, et tu vas t'envoler si haut...
  
   
  +
“…Well, bet this is news to you smart folks. Here’s the common knowledge of the weak. Listen with gratitude, yeah?!”
−
"Ouais, les opinions des Nains sont de parfaits exemples négatifs. Après tout... ils n'ont qu'à moitié raison."
  
   
  +
—Sora howled at the shell of the E-bomb, which glowed like a star to announce it was ready for blast-off.
−
Et avec un sourire narquois, Sora a repris le vocabulaire de Veig pour sa réponse.
  
   
  +
“…Generally speaking, things in the world don’t go the way you imagine…”
−
"Pas du tout, petite."
  
   
  +
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…
−
L'espoir dans les yeux de Til s'est instantanément transformé en déception, mais...
  
   
  +
…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—!!
−
"Je veux dire, on ne peut pas non plus. Un poulet est un poulet. Peu importe comment on triche pour voler, on ne peut pas devenir des oiseaux. Mais..."
  
   
  +
“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!!”
−
Sora a souri doucement, a tendu la main et a continué.
  
   
  +
Well…yes…?
−
"...Si tu supplies pour gagner, nous t'aiderons à t'élever avec nous, plus haut que les oiseaux."
  
   
  +
“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?♪”
−
Les yeux de Til vacillaient, ses mains tremblaient de peur et d'admiration, d'espoir et de malaise. Elle regardait en avant et en arrière entre les ténèbres de Sora et le bleu du ciel. Finalement, elle se décida et s'empara du ciel noir, de bonne humeur. Elle n'avait plus d'hésitation.
  
   
  +
You might end up with a result better than perfect, right?
−
"Très bien, alors ! Hum, je ne peux pas me porter garant de mon côté délicieux, mais '''je vais volontiers m'envoler avec vous, je le ferai !!'''"
  
   
  +
«…You fockin’ with me? Shit—»
−
"Ok, je l'ai mal formulé !! Veig avait raison, tu ne devrais pas le faire avec un puceau, alors arrête de te déshabiller. Hé, être "délicieusement apprécié" n'en fait pas partie, d'accord-'''d00d, elle est forte ! Que quelqu'un m'aide à l'arrêter, voulez-vous ?!'''"
  
   
  +
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.
−
Prête ? Voilà ma petite. Prends ça, salaud... ! Le visage cramoisi, Til a commencé à arracher ses vêtements sans hésiter, si bien que Sora a dû appeler des renforts. Cependant...
  
   
  +
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.
−
"...C'est bon... Le couple est déjà formé... Le blocage de la bite est inévitable... Dans le pire des cas... ce sera juste le bout... et alors... il y aura un précédent... qui... me convient... Je peux vivre avec ça..."
  
   
  +
But even so! There was one thing he was sure about. He howled with a longing he’d never felt.
−
"Si c'est ce que dit le Seigneur Shiro, alors tout ce que j'ai à faire est de me tenir prête sous une forme diminuée... Geh-heh, geh-heh-hehhh..."
  
   
  +
«So you’re saying you don’t know what the hell will happen. You’re bloody daft, aren’t ya?!»
−
-il fut abandonné sans ménagement par les petits stratèges aux yeux d'aigle, déjà concentrés sur la prochaine bataille.
  
   
  +
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.
−
== Partie 4 ==
  
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  +
—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.
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  +
== Partie 8 ==
  +
  +
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!!”
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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!!”
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  +
…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.
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  +
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!”
  +
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And at last the man had his answer.
  +
  +
'''“U-Uncle—you can’t overcome the limits of your own imagination, you can’t!!”'''
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“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:
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…He feared that unimaginable child…
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…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.
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And then? What next?
  +
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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—
  +
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“I—I promise I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you, I do.”
  +
  +
—like the paradoxical child declaring this irresolute resolution—
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“…Arright then. Go make a spirit arm that surpasses mine and bring it back here.”
  +
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—to overcome six thousand years of Dwarven stagnation…and the limits of sensibility—
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  +
“I’ll be here waiting for the damn fine woman who can beat me. It’s a promise.”
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—to become a damn fine woman.
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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.
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But the child fled…
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  +
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.
  +
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…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.
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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.
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  +
“… Really? Is that really how it is? You were running? Are you sure?”
  +
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In their melding consciousnesses, the sarcastic laughter of a young man interrupted their thoughts.
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“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.”
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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…
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So, what’s the difference between running and running from running…?
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== Partie 9 ==
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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…
  +
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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—
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“……Ha…ha…! Haaa—ha-ha-haaa…!!”
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—the man at last collapsed, like his broken soul sword, spread-eagled over the ground laughing.
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“…Ahh… My fockin’ niece beat me good… The future is hers… I’ve lost…”
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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—
  +
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—saw…the sky…
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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…
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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.
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“You gotta fight with people on your level. Sorry, man. You’re just not up to playing me yet.”
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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.
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“…Small boobs, big boobs, even humongous boobs; fake boobs and real boobs… They are all boobs…”
  +
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A big man… Such a big man. Sora eyed him calmly.
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“If you claim to love boobs, how can you speak of right or wrong? Speak of love.”
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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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“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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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.
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“To speak to such a soul is less than my soul is worth.”
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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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“Ideal tits? They’re perfect if you work on them? Ahh, how small, how small!!”
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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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…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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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……

Partie 10[edit]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

has generated a composite conceptual rewrite.”

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

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

“These clearly cannot be described as big boobs!”

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

……

Partie 11[edit]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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












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