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| + | == Chapitre 5 : Pour répondre (Pragmatisme)== |
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| − | == Prologue — Début ignoré== |
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| − | === Partie 1 === |
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| + | Et donc, |
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| − | ──C'est peut-être soudain, mais parlons de tout ce qui s'est passé jusqu'ici. |
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| + | la marionnette s'enfuit vers le ciel que l'oisillon désirait tant, |
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| − | Et je suis désolé, mais toutes les plaintes sur le fait que c'est plus qu'un peu soudain, sont rejetées. Après tout, il est nécessaire de "retourner à la case départ" de temps en temps. Le résumé se chargera si vite qu'il devrait gagner le jeu de l'année. S'il vous plaît, soyez tolérant et accepté-le cette fois-ci. Si ça te dérange, laisse tomber. |
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| + | vers ce monde étroit et sombre. |
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| − | ── La scène est le Disboard, le monde du plateau de jeux. |
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| + | Oui... |
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| − | Un monde où la guerre est interdite par les Dix Engagements, et où tout est décidé par les jeux. |
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| + | Un ciel pour que la marionnette soit à l'abri du mal, pour sourire du cœur. |
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| − | Deux personnes de la Terre sont tombées dans ce monde : Les frères et sœurs dont la seule caractéristique rédemptrice était leurs talents de joueurs. Non, je les ai trop sous-estimé. Modifions respectueusement cette disposition. Il s'agissait de deux rencontres hikikikomori avec un trouble de la communication. Ces frères et sœurs étaient aussi les maîtres de l'inutile person-fu. Et leurs noms étaient : Sora et Shiro. |
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| + | Un endroit où personne ne les piétinerait, où personne ne les blesserait, |
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| − | Ils ont été fièrement invaincus à chaque match en tant que Blanc, le joueur deux en un. Mais si on omettait ce fait, ils étaient tout à fait inutiles dans la société. L'endroit où ces deux-là sont tombés était : "Le royaume d'Elkia". Coincé jusqu'à leur dernière ville et sur le point de s'effondrer, c'était le seul pays d'Imanity. |
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| + | aucune force ne les contraint, aucun besoin de changer. |
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| − | Sora et Shiro sont en quelque sorte devenus ses monarques. |
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| + | Un nouveau monde où ils pourraient voler. |
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| − | Les Seize Races, les Exceed, avaient des triches officiels comme la magie ou l'ESP, mais Sora et Shiro ont quand même joué beaucoup de parties contre eux. |
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| − | Il y avait des élèves honorable qui parlaient d'amour, d'amitié et de justice. Malheureusement, ces deux-là n'étaient pas du tout d'accord avec eux. |
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| + | Ce jour-là, |
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| − | Au lieu de cela, ils ont recruté beaucoup de mauvais amis intrigants. Tout ce que ces amis ont dit n'était qu'un piège, une tricherie, un mensonge ou un bluff. |
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| + | L'oisillon savait très bien que ça ne serait probablement jamais le cas. |
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| − | Ils ont battu les Flügel, les Thérianthropes, les Seirènes et les Dhampires dans des jeux les uns après les autres. Jusqu'à ce qu'ils gagnent contre un Ancien Dieu ── un "Dieu". |
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| + | L'oisillon implora la marionnette, qui jura de se battre : |
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| − | De plus, ils ne les ont même pas subjugués. Ils ne les dominaient pas et ne les exploitaient pas non plus. Ils les ont juste mis sous un seul drapeau, et le "Royaume d'Elkia" est devenu la "Fédération d'Elkia". Elle est devenue la première fédération de nombreuses races dans l'histoire, et elle n'a cessé de s'étendre rapidement même aujourd'hui. |
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| + | Aucun ciel ne vaut la peine de te voir souffrir. |
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| − | Cela s'est fait en quelques mois seulement. |
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| + | Alors la marionnette, elle aussi, s'enfuit dans cette même cage. |
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| − | En accumulant sans cesse ces acquis, la ville-état qui était sur le point de mourir, Elkia, est devenue l'une des grandes puissances mondiales. Et, en même temps, ils sont aussi devenus la plus grande menace pour le monde... enfin, en laissant cela de côté. |
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| + | Jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions un moyen de créer ce ciel, |
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| − | La persévérance est la clé. Si vous n'applaudissiez pas à ce que ces deux personnes inutiles ont accompli, vous recevriez la punition divine. |
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| + | c'est ce que pensait la marionnette dans ce monde étouffant. |
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| − | ... Et au fait. |
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| + | Pensée et seulement pensée... |
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| − | Beaucoup d'entre vous connaissent sûrement la "Loi de l'augmentation de l'entropie". Pour dire les choses simplement, il dit qu'au lieu de se rassembler en un seul lieu, tout tend vers l'homogénéisation. Ce n'est pas si difficile. Je pense que c'est quelque chose que tout le monde se souvient d'avoir fait. |
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| + | Doutant et vacillant, ne trouvant rien à chercher, |
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| − | Par exemple, par rapport au rangement de votre chambre, il est beaucoup plus facile de laisser les choses éparpillées. |
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| + | la marionnette pensait toujours à cette promesse : |
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| − | Ou comment donner à la fille que vous aimez une impression favorable demande beaucoup de travail, mais se faire haïr est instantané. |
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| − | Ou comment ton argent durement gagné fond dans l'oubli. |
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| + | Ce jour-là, |
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| − | Et enfin, gagner un jeu demande beaucoup d'efforts, mais en perdre un ne l'est pas.... |
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| + | dans un nouveau pays, regardant les cieux, |
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| − | En fin de compte, c'est comme ça : |
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| + | voyant le bébé oiseau déployer ses ailes et sourire, |
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| − | En général, il est plus facile de détruire que de construire ; il est plus facile de perdre que de préserver. |
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| + | la marionnette vide - le ciel - Sora - |
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| − | ──Mais alors, maintenant pour tous les lecteurs qui ont sauté à ce point. |
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| + | Traduit avec www.DeepL.com/Translator (version gratuite) |
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| − | Maintenant que le résumé est terminé, pourquoi ne pas parler d'un spoiler ? |
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| + | == Partie 1 == |
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| − | Suivant la loi de l'entropie, ces deux-là, Sora et Shiro ont.... |
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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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| − | ─────────── Tout perdu. |
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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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| − | C'est vrai, tout. Leur position en tant que rois, en tant que représentants désignés ── tout et n'importe quoi. |
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| + | "... Ai-je vraiment fait quelque chose de si mal... ?" |
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| − | L'effondrement de tout ce qu'ils avaient construit jusque-là, a commencé quand un seul téléphone a sonné. |
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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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| − | Il n'arrêtait pas d'afficher le symbole du silence, et dans un autre monde, il n'y avait aucun moyen qu'il sonne. Non, peu importe où. Il n'y avait toujours pas moyen. |
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| + | ...Que diable ai-je fait... ? |
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| − | Ils l'ont ramassé avec suspicion, et les mots qui résonnaient là étaient les suivants── |
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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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| − | "Nous cherchons une audience, ô roi des Imanity. Oh Spieler. <ref>"Spieler" est le mot allemand pour dire "Joueur". Les Ex-Machinas utilisent souvent des termes allemands. Ou même l'auteur en général. Exemple : "Flügel" se traduit par "Aile". Pour rester fidèle à l'attention de l'auteur, les termes allemands ne seront pas traduit. </ref> Nous── sommes les Ex-Machina." |
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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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| − | === Partie 2 === |
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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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| − | ── C'était à l'époque où la Fédération d'Elkia et le Royaume d'Elkia étaient encore en bonne santé. |
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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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| − | En plein centre de la capitale, il y avait le magnifique château d'Elkia, et actuellement, il y avait une pancarte dessus. C'était une affiche géante accrochée à la flèche. C'était aussi magnifique, et c'est ce qui était écrit dessus : |
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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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| − | ── "Fermé"..... |
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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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| − | Et à l'intérieur du château d'Elkia qui était actuellement fermé... correction. On aurait dit qu'il y avait un panneau en bois qui disait "989 production" <ref>En utilisant des prononciations très libérales, le furigana pour 989 est kuuuhaku=Blanc. De plus, c'est une référence à l'agence "765 production" de Idolmaster, qui est un jeux d'idole. </ref> au sommet de la stèle du château. |
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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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| − | Quoi qu'il en soit, le château a été déserté à cause de la fête annoncée. À l'intérieur de ce château, les pas d'une jeune fille aux cheveux roux, Stephanie Dola, ou Steph pour faire court, faisaient écho et : |
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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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| − | "Ce n'est pas bon !!! Holou, tu crois vraiment que tu peux devenir une idole comme ça ?" |
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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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| − | "... Si tu n'as aucune motivation... alors arrête..." |
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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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| − | Aussi, de la salle de réunion réaménagée, où une enseigne en bois similaire disait "Salle de cours". |
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| + | '''“Quand allez-vous répondre à ma question ?!”''' |
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| − | "Je ne comprends pas ce que tu veux dire par motivation ! Si c'est d'accord pour arrêter, alors j'arrêterai !!" |
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| + | Et il a enfin obtenu une réponse. |
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| − | "Idiote !!! Tu pensais qu'on te laisserait arrêter si tu disais ça ? Tu es un de ces enfants modernes ?" |
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| + | "...Tout de suite, je le ferai. Je vais vous donner votre réponse, je vais le faire." |
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| − | "... ils appellent ça... la génération sans pression..." |
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| + | ... Une voix a murmuré à travers la porte. |
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| − | Il y avait une jeune fille qui se plaignait de son incompréhension avec les larmes aux yeux, et deux personnes de la génération la plus libre de pression qui soupirent à cause d'elle. |
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| + | "Whuh ?!" |
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| − | Le premier était Horou. C'était une petite fille avec un encrier flottant de style japonais qui était aussi grand qu'elle. Elle essayait de le cacher, mais c'était sans aucun doute un dieu. Quelqu'un de la race de premier rang : un "Ancien Dieu". |
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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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| − | Les deux autres étaient Sora et Shiro. Le grand frère avait un t-shirt "I ♥ humanity", et la petite sœur avait les cheveux blancs et les yeux rouges. Ils voulaient se cacher de tout et de rien, mais malheureusement ces deux-là étaient les rois d'Elkia. |
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| + | —…… |
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| − | Deux personnes inutiles avaient fait pleurer un dieu. Steph regarda fixement cette vue étonnante avec les yeux à moitié ouverts, |
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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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| − | "Demain, c'est ton début sur la grande scène, n'est-ce pas ? Qu'est-ce qui se passe avec ces marches ? C'est la veille !" |
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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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| − | Mais Sora n'arrêtait pas d'exagérer sans la remarquer. C'est à cause de ces exagérations que Sora et Shiro sont allés jusqu'à fermer le château. C'était, en bref, pour un Ancien Dieu ── "Travaille de production d'Idol" d'Horou. Doutant de sa propre santé mentale à cause de cette vérité, Steph a pendu sa tête, mais ils ont continué à l'ignorer, |
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| + | '''La fille solitaire... balançant son marteau à travers les larmes...... Il-''' |
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| − | "Holou se déplace selon vos instructions ! Précisez le problème !" Protesta Horou. Sora et Shiro étaient assis sur une chaise. Ils soupiraient sur elle, et── |
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| + | —…… |
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| − | ──Ils se sont brusquement levés. Leurs pas de danse sonnaient comme un instrument de musique. Même Steph était à court de mots. Leurs pas et leurs chants ne peuvent être décrits que comme parfaits. |
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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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| − | "Huff.... Pfffiouu... ! Alors c'est comme ça ! Est-ce que tu comprends ?" |
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| + | "Quelle blague... Vous n'avez jamais eu personne là-dedans depuis le début ? C'était télécommandé... ?!" |
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| − | ".... N-nous n'avons pas l'endurance pour faire ça trop de fois... s'il vous plaît, comprenez." <ref>En disant "Nous", Horou fait référence à la Divinité et à sa représentation physique, soit LÀ Horou. Il est à noté qu'Horou parle de elle à la troisième personne. Pour les explications, voir le volume précédant.</ref> |
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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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| − | Juste comme ça, Sora et Shiro tombèrent par terre, essoufflés. |
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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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| − | "Il n'y a rien de différent de vos instructions précédentes !!" Cria Horou en tapant du pied. |
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| + | La véritable unité ! |
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| − | Ils ont fait taper des pieds à une déesse. D'une certaine manière, ces deux-là avaient accompli un grand exploit. Ils ont soudain souri : |
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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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| − | "Tu suis la partition comme un amateur complet ! Un pro épaterait aussi le public avec ses expressions !" |
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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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| − | "... Il n'y avait pas de public, mais... c'était seulement... à la maison, ou... quand il n'y avait personne autour." |
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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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| − | Ces deux-là avaient les meilleurs scores dans les jeux rythmiques et le karaoké, mais c'était tout. |
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| + | "C'est parce que je méprise ce monde, vraiment." |
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| − | Depuis qu'elle était un dieu, Horou pouvait parfaitement copier tout ce qu'elle voyait sans aucune difficulté. Cependant── |
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| + | == Partie 2 == |
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| − | "Même si tu le copie parfaitement, ça n'a aucun sens ! Exprime-toi ! Tu n'es pas une machine, alors mets-y du cœur !" |
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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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| − | "Dans ce cas, que faut-il exprimer ? Et aussi, quelle est la définition du " cœur " ? Définissez-les clairement !" Hurla Horou sur les producteurs inutiles qui ne pouvaient que donner des instructions vagues, les larmes aux yeux. |
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| + | “Don’t worry. We’ll blast off with you. We promised, didn’t we?” |
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| − | ... D'ailleurs, pour Steph, c'était la quatrième fois. |
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| + | “…Brother…always…keeps, his promises… Trust us, okay?” |
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| − | Elle avait insulté Sora et Shiro, mais── |
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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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| − | "Allez Horou ! Encore une fois ! "Aide-moi déesse-été ☆" depuis le début !" |
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| + | “…I hate this country. I hate Hardenfell, I do.” |
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| − | On aurait dit qu'ils n'avaient pas vraiment l'intention de répondre, à moins qu'elle ne les appelle comme ça. |
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| + | She reaffirmed her feelings—her belief. This arrogant world told her not to run. This |
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| − | Ces deux-là n'arrêtaient pas de l'ignorer, alors Steph leur a soupiré dessus.── et hurla. |
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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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| − | '''"Producteur─────── !"''' |
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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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| − | "Oui ? Oh, donc tu étais là, manageuse." |
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| + | Ah…there never was a place for me here. |
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| − | “... N'hésite pas à nous appeler 'P'.... okay～" |
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| + | —Screw this place—!! |
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| − | Steph les appela finalement par leur nom propre, alors Sora et Shiro se tournèrent vers elle avec détermination. |
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| + | So—! |
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| − | "Je croyais que tu plaisantais... Non, pour être tout à fait honnête, je ne pensais pas ça. Ouais..." |
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| + | “I also hate the chieftain of this country. I hate you, I do…!” |
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| − | Les choses que Sora et Shiro disent ne sont pas que des blagues. Pour l'instant, Steph ne pouvait pas l'ignorer, alors elle était d'humeur vaincue. Mais quand même, il y avait quelque chose qu'elle voulait savoir. |
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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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| − | Leurs intentions quant aux raisons pour lesquelles ils ont fermé le château du roi, donné des vacances à tout le personnel et fermé le gouvernement interne── |
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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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| − | "Mais je vais demander au cas où : "Voulez-vous détruire ce pays par la fermeture du gouvernement ?" Demanda Steph en criant. |
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| + | '''“I hate that…how everything’s just as you expected… I hate iiit!!”''' |
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| − | En d'autres termes : les rois de ce pays ont-ils la moindre raison ? |
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| + | Her voice impulsively swelled with the pain that only grew: |
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| − | "Eh～ ? Mais si nous ne laissons pas nos employés se reposer, les rumeurs selon lesquelles nous sommes une société noire vont se répandre..." |
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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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| − | "N'est-ce pas mieux que les rumeurs sur un président fou ?" |
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| + | The dam had burst, and her feelings could no longer be contained. |
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| − | Cependant, Sora avait observé la danse et le chant d'Horou jusqu'à la toute fin, puis il a donné une réponse à moitié cuite. |
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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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| − | "Vous savez comment le monde vous appelle en ce moment ?" |
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| + | «Whoa!! Come on, stop already or I’m really gonna cry! Goddamn!» |
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| − | Steph les a montrés du doigt et ils ont pensé : |
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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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| − | ── Hmm, de quoi s'agit-il ? |
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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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| − | Ceux qui ont vaincu les races supérieures les unes après les autres, et même vaincu un dieu ; les grands rois qui ont reconstruit ce pays... ? |
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| + | Then in the spirit of the game: |
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| − | Ils savaient que ce n'était pas possible, alors Sora et Shiro ont pensé à toutes les calomnies possibles. |
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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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| − | "Les rois absents". La méfiance en vous deux, qui avez sauvé ce pays, ne cesse d'augmenter !" |
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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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| − | "Quoi ? Juste ça ? En fait, c'est pas plutôt cool ?" |
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| + | “I fled to win—to honor my promise, I did.” |
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| − | ".... C'est un peu trop... chuuni..." <ref>[https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Chuunibyou Syndrome de la 8e année]</ref> |
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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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| − | Ils ont été soulagés par la réponse de Steph. Sora répondit joyeusement et Shiro gémit d'insatisfaction. Mais Steph a-t-elle perdu son sang-froid à cause de leur attitude indéfiniment facile à vivre ? |
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| + | And now it had been redefined—!! |
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| − | "Sais-tu pourquoi, après avoir fait tout ça, ils ne te louent toujours pas ? Et en plus, ils sont insatisfaits !?" demanda Steph. Plutôt que Sora et Shiro, c'est Steph elle-même qui était frustrée. |
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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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| − | ──'Même si elle demande pourquoi...' |
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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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| − | Tous les deux délibérèrent soigneusement sur le problème difficile qui se posait à eux et répondirent avec un visage doux── |
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| + | '''“I fled for the sake of this day, when I’d surpass you, I diiid!!”''' |
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| − | "J'ai trompé un étranger pour qu'il tombe amoureux de moi, et j'ai aussi parié la Pièce Raciale de mon plein gré. Comment peut-on croire en un tel type ? N'est-il pas juste un escroc, ou dans le pire des cas, un salaud de merde ?" |
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| + | == Partie 3 == |
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| − | "Aha♥ Vous avez une merveilleuse conscience de vous-même～♪ Ensuite, tu dois juste faire un effort pour changer, pas vrai !??" |
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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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| − | ──"S'il te plait, dis-moi plutôt les raisons de me faire confiance" Sora avait inversé la question. |
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| + | a Heavenly Smite…… |
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| − | Et, chantant et dansant en faisant des pirouettes, Steph lui répondit. C'était une danse pleine de grâce, comme un ballet, mais, |
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| + | “Hey, whoaaa! I thought the Flügel wasn’t—hey, isn’t that against the rules?!” |
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| − | "Non～ Je sais que les gens ne changent pas si vite ～ Ils changent pas à pas, petit à petit, dans la mesure du raisonnable ～ Par exemple, pour changer votre nature d'escroc qui ne vous laisse pas révéler votre main même à moi ! Pour l'instant, commençons par la raison pour laquelle vous avez arrêté notre gouvernement interne ～ Qu'est-ce que tu penses de ça ? ── !"? |
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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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| − | Peu à peu, c'est devenu de plus en plus passionnant et, à la fin, c'est devenu un break dance criard. |
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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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| − | ──"Je veux qu'Horou regarde et apprenne" Pensèrent Sora et Shiro en même temps, mais..... |
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| + | '''«Ultra-large-scale spirit-arm expansion—connect all!! Ariiiise!!!»''' |
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| − | "La raison pour laquelle nous avons arrêté le gouvernement interne... ? Il n'y avait pas de travail de toute façon, n'est-ce pas ?" |
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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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| − | Ils disaient qu'en ce moment, Elkia n'a rien à faire. Sora lui a donné leur première raison. Et peut-être que Steph ne comprenait pas, mais elle a fait un contre-argument : |
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| + | “—?!!” |
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| − | "C'est impossible que ce soit vrai ! En fait, le ministère du commerce et de l'industrie n'était-il pas en train de se renforcer ?" |
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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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| − | ... Le ministère du Commerce et de l'Industrie... oui... c'est quoi ? |
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| + | '''……''' |
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| − | "En raison de l'augmentation soudaine des exportations de ressources, les commerçants et les seigneurs sont devenus riches ! Alors l'autre jour, Shiro et toi les avez tous forcés à accepter vos documents avec un jeu des Commandements, eux !"!" |
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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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| − | "Ah non. Je m'en souviens. C'était cette bande de prétentieux, n'est-ce pas ?" |
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| + | '''They said she was just running. They mocked that it was impossible. Her soul…''' |
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| − | Il n'a pas menti. Il s'en est souvenu. Il disait juste qu'il n'avait pas oublié. Et Sora et Shiro pensaient tous les deux : |
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| + | «I…knew it! …I knew it!! Better than anyone, I did…!!» |
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| − | ──'C'est pourquoi le style de jeu expansionniste est si gênant'. |
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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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| − | Une fédération de plusieurs races. Ils étaient bien conscients que, même dans le meilleur des cas, c'était une idée que beaucoup avaient du mal à accepter. |
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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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| − | Qui plus est, parce que l'expansion a été trop soudaine, et à cause de la façon dont les citoyens percevaient les réformes, l'économie et l'établissement des lois ne rattrapaient pas leur retard, de sorte que les problèmes internes ne cessaient de s'accumuler. L'un de ces problèmes était l'agitation provoquée par les arrivistes, puisque seuls leurs fonds ont augmenté, mais── |
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| + | «So…you wanted me to live like you…? Fa-kew!!» |
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| − | "Alors, qu'est-ce qu'ils ont, ces types ? N'était-ce pas déjà résolu ?" |
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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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| − | "Cette façon de faire n'a fait qu'ajouter de l'huile sur le feu ! Ça n'a pas augmenté l'insatisfaction ?" Cria Steph en pointant Sora du doigt avec un whoosh et dit : |
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| + | —Everyone else is doing it, so you should, too. |
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| − | "C'est maintenant le moment pour votre leadership── votre charisme en tant que roi sera remis en question !?" |
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| + | —You can dream you’ll be rewarded. Just do it— |
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| − | A cette époque, le roi était ainsi... Steph avait le visage de quelqu'un qui a abandonné. Elle craignait également les suites qu'elle aurait à faire parce qu'ils ont fermé le château ── le gouvernement interne de la quasi-totalité de la fédération. |
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| + | —just shut up and do your work!!— |
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| − | "... Ce qui nous manque le plus... c'est... le charisme..." |
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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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| − | "Les Hikikomoris n'ont pas de charisme ! Ne nous sous-estime pas !" |
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| + | I’ll never give in… |
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| − | Ces deux-là n'avaient pas la moindre confiance qu'on les aimait. Cependant ! Ils n'avaient pas leur pareil pour être haïs ! C'est pour ça qu'ils étaient les Rois ! Ils ont souri avec audace : |
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| + | I’ll overcome the chieftain and destroy those dictates—!! |
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| − | "Comme ça, c'est évident ! Ce qui manque à Elkia en ce moment !" |
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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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| − | "... C'est... un symbole... avec charisme... et pouvoir unificateur..." |
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| + | I’ll show him… So she thought… |
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| − | "En d'autres termes, 'Élever l'idole ultime' est de la plus haute priorité── un projet national !" |
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| + | «But…no matter what I did…I just…couldn’t find anything!!» |
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| − | Ils lui dirent haut et fort la deuxième raison, et regardèrent Horou. |
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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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| − | Et comme ça, ils se sont tournés vers Holou. Cependant, elle lisait silencieusement ses doutes sur son parchemin avec un visage boudeur. |
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| + | «…But—hee-hee… Now I know what to say—I do…» |
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| − | "Heeey, Horou ! Est-ce que tu nous écoutais ?～ ?" |
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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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| − | Elle avait écouté. Cependant, elle a quand même répondu avec un visage qui disait qu'elle n'était pas convaincue : |
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| + | “……Hey… Ho. I must be hallucinating, ain’t I?” |
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| − | "Tu n'as aucun sens ! En quoi ton manque de force unificatrice est-il lié à Horou ?" |
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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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| − | "Oublie notre art. En utilisant le charisme écrasant d'Horou, nous gagnerons de l'autorité !" |
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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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| − | C'est vrai. Par exemple, c'est exactement comme ce qu'a fait Miko de la Fédération de l'Est. Sora sourit avec audace. |
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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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| − | Même s'ils ne pouvaient pas faire confiance à Sora et aux autres, Horou fonctionnerait comme un symbole. Quelqu'un à qui confier la gestion du pays. |
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| + | '''«Shut up!! Your stupid world can eat shit, it can!! Pft!»''' |
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| − | "En acceptant provisoirement une telle demande, Horou suppose qu'il s'agit d'une instruction identique à celle du médium──" |
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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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| − | Si elle faisait les mêmes choses que le médium ── comme Miko, ça irait. Horou continua : |
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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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| − | "Mais le médium ne chante ni ne danse ! Dis à Horou la raison pour laquelle elle doit faire ce truc d'idole !" |
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| + | «…Uncle, did you…ever imagine…this…?» |
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| − | "C'est la 19e fois que tu demandes ça ! Cependant, la réponse sera la même la 19e fois : A cause du décret céleste── !" |
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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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| − | En tant qu'idole, il n'y en avait pas de plus talentueux que celui qui se trouvait devant eux. S'ils n'en faisaient pas une idole, le ciel les punirait sûrement là où ça fait le plus mal. Quand Sora a dit ça, Steph l'a percé d'un regard froid. |
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| + | == Partie 4 == |
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| − | "....en bref, l'idolâtrie n'est que ton hobby, hein ?" |
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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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| − | "Impolie～ Tu es vraiment impolie, tu sais !?? C'est un plan parfait qui combine à la fois hobby et profits !"!" |
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| + | “…Wow… A city can walk, can it…? Oh, is that also a spirit arm?” |
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| − | Dit Sora, et pensa... Pourquoi ne pas essayer de l'imaginer ? |
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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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| − | Donner l'autorité du pays à une fille d'une beauté sans pareille, littéralement pieuse, l'"Idole Parfaite" ── |
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| + | “Observation: Height 9,700 meters. Length 74,200 meters. Cannon count 982. Definition: High-maneuver fortress class. Evidence of brilliance of Master. Excessive. Zero maturity. This unit loves that part of him, too… Blush.” |
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| − | Pensa Sora. Shiro pensait aussi : "J'immigrerais instantanément là-bas" ! |
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| + | Steph knew those siblings… She’d imagined they’d do something unimaginable. No, she’d known it. So she watched the screen with a sense of resignation, as a shadow desperately ran from the storm falling from the mountain of steel… |
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| − | Et, avec des yeux qui voyaient une utopie lointaine et sans fin... Sora dit : |
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| + | == Partie 5 == |
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| − | "Ce qui franchit la barrière de la race... c'est 'l'Amour'. L'amour est un sentiment, une croyance ── une foi. Ceux qui rassemblent la foi sont les dieux. A savoir des idoles. Qui sont nécessairement de belles filles. Par conséquent, Horou ! C'est un argument sans faille. Si quelqu'un pense qu'il peut le réfuter, alors allez-y── !!" |
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| + | At the venue, rain fell from the heap of scrap—torrential rain deep underground where there was no sky. Each drop sliced the wind, pierced the ground, and created a deeper depth below the bottom. |
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| − | “... Refuser le sophisme est certainement impossible, hein ?" |
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| + | “What a little man you are, Veig!! You talk big, but you’re the one who’s smaaaall!!” |
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| − | Sora avait fait un saut logique de sept étages, c'était même rafraîchissant. Alors Steph répondit avec des yeux à moitié ouverts, et Horou continua avec un visage encore boudeur : |
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| + | It was a hailstorm of scrap that accompanied the raucous laughter. |
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| − | "Dans ce cas, donnez à Horou des instructions précises sur la façon de devenir cette 'idole parfaite' ! Horou jouera parfaitement le rôle !" Déclara Horou. Cependant, Sora et Shiro soupirèrent une fois, secouèrent la tête et répondirent : |
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| + | “You called this stage our hunting grounds?! What puny thoughts—what a tiny imagination!! As would be expected from someone so small-minded as to only appreciate big boobs—ah, it’s a veritable microcosm of your life!!” |
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| − | "Hmm.... Nous avons certainement réussi une multitude de jeux d'idoles." |
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| + | “…You said…we could use any machines…and do anything with the venue, didn’t you?♪” |
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| − | “... Faire.... le personnage parfait... n'est pas... difficile..." |
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| + | Towering with a sneer on top was a giant mecha of junk—of the unwanted. Of unvalued failures and rejected scrap. |
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| − | Et, avec un sale sourire, Sora dit : |
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| + | This was the gathering place for the things that might have not been mistakes. This was their home turf, they indicated with a sneer. |
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| − | "Bref, une chorégraphie qui fait naître l'obscénité sans être trop obscène ! Puis, en préparant son costume, et en la faisant chanter des chansons comme 'I love you' ! Et même lui faire dire des phrases comme " Tous ～mes fans sont mes bien-aimés♥ " de temps en temps ! Ou 'Je pourrais avoir un autre chien～' ! Tenir également des événements de poignée de main pour faire rêver les fans et raccourcir la distance avec eux ! C'est tout !" |
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| + | “Who’s gonna take the time to hunt their prey after they’ve already lured them in?” |
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| − | L'apparence d'Horou mise à part, puisque c'est une vieille dame, elle pourrait agir parfaitement. |
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| + | Sora uproariously exposed the truth that was now assaulting Veig. |
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| − | "Je peux parier là-dessus. Tu te feras un nombre absurde de fans, et assez d'argent pour brûler." |
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| + | “If you’re gonna lure in your prey, obviously you’re gonna go straight to a trap, aren’t you, you scrub?!” |
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| − | ".... C'est juste mon imagination ? Je sens une sorte de rancune personnelle de la part de Sora" |
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| + | It was a cage, a trap. The junk itself, the venue itself, the soul of a girl who had patched failure to error itself— |
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| − | Il semble que Steph ait remarqué une sorte d'obscurité sur le visage de Sora quand il a parlé, mais elle a été ignorée. |
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| + | '''“Ladies and gentlemen—the venue itself is our machine!! How do you like that?!”''' |
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| − | "Cependant, je crois vous l'avoir déjà dit : Nous allons faire de Holou une 'Super Idole". |
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| + | '''“…We of Blank call it…the Spirit of Mother Til…♪”''' |
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| − | "... il n'y a pas d''Idole Parfaite'... en 2D... ou en 3D..." |
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| + | It literally looked down on Veig, nine hundred seventy times his size. Sora and Shiro cackled, back at the reins for their big counterattack. |
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| − | Dirent-ils, se promenant sans signification. Ils définissaient quelque chose : |
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| + | —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—?! |
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| − | Après être devenus une idole de premier plan, on pourrait les appeler une idole parfaite, mais qu'est-ce que c'est ? |
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| + | “Personally, I’m not as into the NEXTs as the Arms Forts built by average schmucks to confront them.” |
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| − | "Ce que nous visons, c'est quelqu'un avec l'idéal irréaliste de la 2D, et le sens de l'existence de la 3D : qu'ils ne sont pas inventés et vivants !! La combinaison de ces deux n'est pas 2.5D ─ ce n'est pas 3.5D ou 4.0D soit ───── uhmm ?" Sora parla avec passion, mais il s'arrêta soudain, se tourna vers Holou et demanda : |
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| + | In fiction, raw size is destined to be overthrown. |
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| − | "Horou, tu dit que tu étais une intelligence multidimensionnelle, n'est-ce pas ? Combien de dimensions ?" |
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| + | Which is how we know that reality is different!! Indeed—!! |
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| − | "Ça dépend de la définition, mais je suppose que les Quintessences sont sur une coordonnée variable 13+iR systè──" |
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| + | '''“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!!”''' |
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| − | "C'est ça ! C'est déjà au-delà de 11 dimensions, une idole littéralement dans une autre dimension !" |
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| + | In reality—overkill is all the better!! |
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| − | Dans leur monde précédent, c'était un concept que même les plus récentes théories de la physique n'entretenaient pas, de simples références qui étaient le plus souvent ignorées ! |
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| + | Seated in the cockpit, Sora and Shiro controlled the massive body and filled the screen with projectiles. |
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| − | Sora n'arrêtait pas de crier courageusement à propos de ce noble idéal── !!! |
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| + | «The fock?! How’d you get such a crazy machine?!» |
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| − | "C'est un vœu pieux ! Pour devenir leur petit ami, se marier et vieillir ensemble !!! Une existence bienheureuse qui vous fait pleurer des larmes de gratitude ! L'Avalon que nous envisageons est l'idole parfaite..." |
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| + | Veig screeched as he just barely managed to demi-shift from one empty location to another. |
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| − | Cet homme et sa petite sœur terminèrent leur conversation passionnée, et il y eut un silence comme s'ils réfléchissaient à la note finale, |
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| + | «What kinda Dwarf has the power to run a barmy monster like that?!» |
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| − | “... Est-ce que tu comprends ?" |
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| + | 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. |
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| − | "Je ne peux pas" |
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| + | ……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— |
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| − | "Je ne peux pas comprendre" |
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| + | “Chieftain… You ask that now? I couldn’t even start up our first machine without boosting, I couldn’t.” |
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| − | Sa voix cherchait la sympathie pour son idéal ; cependant, il fut rejeté par les réponses instantanées de la déesse et de la femme. |
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| + | 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— |
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| − | "Eh bien, c'est bien même si tu ne comprends pas ! En fait, nous ne comprenons pas encore non plus !" |
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| + | “To begin with…I can’t even use magic without boosting, I can’t.” |
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| − | “... *hoche la tête*" |
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| + | «—Huhhh?!» |
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| − | Ils disaient simplement qu'ils ne savent pas eux-mêmes. Des regards à moitié ouverts se sont jetés sur eux pendant qu'ils parlaient et hochaient la tête, mais, |
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| + | —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— |
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| − | "Cependant, nous croyons qu'Horou elle-même est la personnification de cela" |
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| + | '''—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!''' |
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| − | "Ou peut-être même au-delà de cet idéal." Pensa Sora avec un sourire doux. |
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| + | 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… |
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| − | "Après tout, Horou ne vieillit pas, et elle ne va pas aux toilettes non plus ! Tu veux que je continue à écouter les raisons pour lesquelles Horou est une idole ?" |
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| + | …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…!! |
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| − | Les yeux de Sora brillaient à la fin, et le facteur le plus important pendant qu'il terminait de parler. |
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| + | … 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— |
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| − | "... Non... J'en ai assez... Je suis rassasié..." Répondit Steph d'un air déprimé, comme si elle avait l'estomac aigre. |
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| + | '''—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!''' |
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| − | "Très bien ! Alors reprenons la leçon, Horou. "Aide-moi déesse-estival☆" depuis le début !" |
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| + | «Wha—? Wait, whoa— Niecey, don’t tell me yours still hasn’t growwwn?!» |
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| − | "... si tu ne peux pas le faire... d'ici aujourd'hui... ce sera embarrassant demain... Horou" |
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| + | “Heh…heh-heh, Ch-Chieftain…I’d like to see you burn in hell! I would…” |
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| − | "H-Horou a encore des questions ! Horou ne peut même pas comprendre la moitié de ce que tu as dit ! Sora, Shiro !" |
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| + | 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—! |
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| − | Voyant les vaines plaintes d'Horou et la façon dont Sora et Shiro l'ont traînée, Steph a soupiré une fois : |
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| + | “Heh, this is the difference in natural gifts… Bow before the absolute wall you cannot overcome, Veig!!” |
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| − | "Haaah... Même si nous ne savons pas quand nous pourrions être attaqués..." Grogna Steph. |
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| + | «Fock!! How can a Dwarf’s body endure that shite? You wanna kill my fockin’ niece?!» |
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| − | "Hm ? On ne peut pas être attaqués, tu sais ?" Cependant, Sora répondit instantanément. |
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| + | 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… |
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| − | "C'est comme je te l'ai dit. Nous avons fermé le château parce qu'il n'y a pas de travail..." |
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| + | “…Didn’t you say no mercy? A man’s word isn’t worth much these days, huh?” |
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| − | Actuellement, Elkia n'a " aucun mouvement à faire ". Sora expliqua la première raison pour laquelle ils fermèrent le château une fois de plus : |
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| + | «—!!» |
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| − | "Nous ne pouvons pas être attaqués. Personne ne peut toucher l'Elkia actuelle." |
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| + | …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. |
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| − | “...................” |
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| + | —Veig meant to lose intentionally. |
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| − | Steph demanda sans mot ce que Sora voulait vraiment dire. Il a compris son silence. |
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| + | This man didn’t seem to understand what a humiliation that would be—!! |
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| − | La Fédération Elkia s'est développée trop soudainement, et c'est devenu un problème national... C'était certainement gênant. Mais c'est précisément pour cela qu'ils avaient fermé le château. Après tout, Steph pourrait faire un suivi de tout ce qui pourrait arriver. Ce n'était rien comparé à l'impression que les rois d'Elkia, de Sora et de Shiro, faisaient hors du pays. |
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| + | “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!!” |
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| − | C'était un grand pays qui avait subjugué de nombreuses races, mis à l'écart les races les mieux classées et les avait rassemblées sous le même drapeau pour se développer. De plus, ils ont gagné indirectement, sans se battre contre le plus grand pays du monde, Elven Garde, dans un match public. Ils ont volé le territoire des Elfes et les ont entraînés dans la guerre civile. Ils ont même fait douter les Elfes que leur propre pays soit en train d'être divisé en ce moment. |
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| + | 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: |
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| − | Devenir un grand pays ? Une fédération de plusieurs races ? Ces choses n'avaient pas d'importance. |
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| + | “There’s only one future: Til’s complete victory!!” |
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| − | Pour résumer en quelques mots, l'actuel Elkia était : |
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| + | «Whyyy, it’s time for the showwwdowwwn.♥» |
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| − | ── Le pays qui provoque systématiquement tout le monde dans un jeu: 'Les rois de la conquête'. |
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| + | 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. |
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| − | De plus, ils étaient sur une série de victoires, et ils ont même vaincu un dieu. C'était un pays avec un "Roi" énigmatique. |
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| + | “Can you dodge a bomb? If you know a way, as a gamer, I’d very much like to know!” |
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| − | Dans un jeu de stratégie, par exemple, ils gagneraient trop. |
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| + | A bomb indeed, leaving no place to hide. A bomb called…yes, that’s right: |
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| − | Si tous les joueurs étaient enclins à conspirer contre eux, il est fort probable qu'Elkia serait bientôt battue de toutes parts. |
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| + | …The E-bomb… |
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| − | Cependant──'C'est futile' Pensa Sora avec un sourire audacieux et dit : |
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| + | == Partie 6 == |
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| − | "Il n'y a pas une seule personne qui puisse défier l'actuelle Elkia, Shiro et moi, à un jeu." |
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| + | In the cockpit behind the blazing E-bomb was Fiel, smiling. |
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| − | Peu importe à quel point Sora et Shiro étaient dangereux, ou combien ils gagnaient. C'est précisément pour cela que leurs adversaires n'ont pas pu lever la main sur eux. Et c'est aussi précisément pour cela qu'ils n'étaient pas appréciés. Sora continua avec une expression ennuyée : |
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| + | “Why, you’ll note that we’ve followed the rules to a T. And in a most sustainable way, if I might add.♥” |
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| − | "Mais ils ne peuvent pas nous laisser seuls non plus. C'est pourquoi ils n'ont d'autre choix que de défier quelqu'un d'autre que Shiro et moi." |
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| + | No magic other than seal rites. You lost if your core broke. And the players here were everyone… |
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| − | "....Ah ! Serons-nous séparés de la Fédération de l'Est ou d'Océania ?" |
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| + | “Anyone can very well recycle the unit we lost in, caaan’t theyyy?♥” |
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| − | Il semble que Steph ait finalement remarqué l'une des raisons pour lesquelles il n'y avait pas de problème même s'ils arrêtaient l'organe administratif central d'Elkia, alors elle a élevé la voix. |
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| + | True, Til could connect and use Fiel’s unit. Also: |
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| − | C'est vrai, c'est vrai. Ce n'était pas le moment de s'inquiéter pour Elkia. Puisque ces types venaient pour enquêter et les diviser── |
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| + | “Incluuuding the seal of protection of that boorish fire, and incluuuding the seal rites on the unit.♪” |
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| − | "Aah... cependant, puisque le match de la Fédération de l'Est est encore une certaine victoire... alors ?" |
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| + | Fiel had in mind the seventh player, and their fifth trump card. |
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| − | ── Ils exploiteraient cela autant qu'ils le pourraient... ils seraient très occupés quand la saison commencerait. |
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| + | They hadn’t bothered with any seal rites for the specs, but they had bothered with seal rites. |
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| − | "Quoi qu'il en soit, ce n'est pas le moment pour nous d'attaquer... il n'y a pas de mesures à prendre. Dans ces moments-là ?" |
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| + | 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. |
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| − | "... nous passons un tour..." |
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| + | 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: |
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| + | “…Fi, I’ve been wondering: Whose idea was it to use the seal of Ocain’s protection?” |
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| − | “...................” |
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| + | 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. |
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| − | ──'Je vois, maintenant, au temps progressif, le piège que Sora a posé à l'arrière s'active.'' |
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| + | …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. |
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| − | Le pays n'avait qu'un seul drapeau et ils l'utilisaient sans réserve. Ils n'avaient pas à s'en inquiéter. Cependant, Steph ne comprenait toujours pas la raison pour laquelle ils ont fermé le gouvernement interne d'Elkia, |
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| + | “Mmm, I don’t know, myself. It’s been the Nirvalens’ ace in the hole for generations.” |
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| − | ".... Nous ne cherchions pas une confiance depuis le tout début, vous voyez" |
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| + | Fiel tilted her head. Yes, and they’d said this… |
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| − | "Tout d'abord, nous ne sommes pas le récipient pour cela" ¨Pensa Sora avec un sourire amer. Peu importe comment vous les appeliez : Rois, représentants, désignés.... en fin de compte, ce ne sont que des joueurs. |
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| + | “They said trump cards are trump cards because you don’t reveal them until the showdown.” |
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| − | "Laisser les choses à un spécialiste est le mieux. Laissez la politique aux politiciens." |
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| + | Howeverrr… She gave Chlammy her greatest smile as she continued. |
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| − | Par conséquent, c'est vrai── Laisser les jeux aux joueurs. |
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| + | “Why, my ultimate trump card is you, Chlammy.♪” |
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| − | "Nous allons simplement résoudre des problèmes avec notre propre spécialité, en tant que joueurs." dit Sora, en souriant. |
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| + | 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. |
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| − | ".... haaaa... Je comprends. Alors vous deux, vous avez une idée." |
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| + | “If you say we can’t win…why, then we can’t win.” |
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| − | Steph a laissé un sourire amer. Elle était toujours insatisfaite de quelque chose. Tout ce que font Sora et Shiro a, à coup sûr, un côté caché. |
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| + | Yes…from the moment Chlammy had concluded that they couldn’t win… |
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| − | Au fur et à mesure qu'ils devenaient de plus en plus familiers, Steph devenait capable de deviner de plus en plus à ce sujet. Cependant, comme d'habitude, Sora et Shiro n'avaient aucune intention de lui dire quoi que ce soit, alors elle a fait une petite contre-attaque : |
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| + | …Fiel had resigned from this game… |
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| − | "Mais Sora, tu as fait beaucoup de fautes d'interprétation dernièrement... c'est vraiment bien ?" |
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| + | 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— |
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| − | "Mauvaises interprétations !? Qui !?? Quand et où !? A quelle heure, à quelle minute ? Combien de fois la planète a-t-elle tourné autour du soleil ?" |
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| + | —Veig must be commanded to bear shame for the rest of his life… |
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| − | ── Le match contre Horou de l'autre jour. La bataille contre un Ancien Dieu. |
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| + | “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!!” |
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| − | Il avait fait plusieurs erreurs de lecture, et ils ont subi une défaite autoproclamée. Sora s'est enflammée à la provocation de Steph. |
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| + | Fiel’s bright demeanor made Chlammy chuckle. |
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| − | "... Nii, c'est nul... tu es comme un élève du primaire..." |
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| + | “…Well, we do have to regret a little we didn’t make good on our chance to win directly.” |
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| − | "Un vrai écolier du primaire le dit ! Aah, je ne me tromperai pas encore, ok ?" |
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| + | “But we must count ourselves blessed to have been able to pummel you a bit.♪ After allll—” |
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| − | Mais quand il reçut le regard glacial de Shiro, il cria désespérément. Contrairement à ce qu'il disait, sa voix sonnait comme s'il racontait une blague. Mais il était bouillant de frustration. Il n'était pas négligent ou prétentieux.── |
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| + | “Yes. We are really perfect outsiders to this matter. We’re not even friends, you know?” |
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| − | ── Steph a-t-il aussi remarqué que ses yeux ne riaient pas ? |
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| + | As they snidely echoed Veig’s remarks, Chlammy had a thought. |
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| − | "Alors ! Puisque vous êtes allé jusqu'à arrêter le gouvernement interne, comment avez-vous l'intention de m'utiliser ?" Dit Steph avec un sourire amer. Ils ont fermé le château pour ça, non ? |
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| + | —They could win an unwinnable match through someone else’s power. Then how might they answer an unanswerable question? |
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| − | "Steph, tu as enfin compris ! Ici !" |
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| + | “We’ll make others answer for us… In other words, as usual, we win through sophistry.” |
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| − | "... Le... costume... de Horou..." |
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| + | —Having had their past questioned: Have you paid your tab? |
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| − | Sora et Shiro lui ont remis plusieurs papiers et lui ont dit avec le sourire : |
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| + | —They answered with their future: I will when I can… |
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| − | "Tu as jusqu'à demain ! Nous n'avons personne qui peut le faire correctement tu vois～ Mais tu peux le faire à l'heure juste !"?" |
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| + | …… |
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| − | "... Nii, c'est bon...'Je ne peux pas'... sont les mots... d'un menteur..." |
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| + | “…And so the puppet continued building the sky… The sky only they still could not see…” |
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| − | Quand elle entendit ces deux présidents de compagnies noires, Steph regarda au loin et marmonna : |
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| + | 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… |
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| − | ".... En y réfléchissant bien, je... n'ai pas de vacances..." |
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| + | “They’re opening up Til’s sky… Going on until they find their own…” |
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| − | === Partie 4 === |
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| + | == Partie 7 == |
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| − | A l'extérieur du château d'Elkia, où une multitude de drapeaux avaient été hissés. |
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| + | At last, brilliant, blinding light. |
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| − | L'avenue centrale était prospère grâce aux marchands. À l'intérieur de cette agitation, il y avait un groupe noir qui se faufilait dans la foule. Ils étaient tous recouverts d'une robe de chambre et portant un capuchon bas sur les yeux, on ne pouvait même pas voir leur visage. Tout le groupe annonçait qu'ils avaient des soupçons. Sans paroles, presque comme s'ils marchaient, ils marchaient. |
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| + | 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. |
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| − | 【Observation rapport d'unité (Seher) : Le signal de l'Ancien Dieu est confirmé. Coordonnées objectives estimées : "Château royale d'Elkia" 】 |
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| + | “…Uncle…have I…kept…my promise…?” |
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| − | 【Analysis rapport d'unité (Prüfer) : Cible identifiée. Le représentant désigné d'Imanity. Nom présumé : "Sora"】 |
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| + | The spirits raged, and her body ached as if it was about to break. |
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| − | Ils marchaient droit devant pendant qu'ils observaient une vaste zone et partageaient les informations qu'ils recueillaient en analysant les voix qui les entouraient. |
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| + | “Have I…reached a sky…that no one has seen before?!” |
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| − | Tout droit. Uniquement tout droit, en d'autres termes : |
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| + | The heat threatened to burn out her spirit corridor junction nerves. But alas, Til smiled regardless… |
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| − | 【── Compris. A toutes les unités, préparez-vous à engager la cible. Commencer les calculs préliminaires.】 |
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| + | “…Do you…want…to know…what it’s…like…?!” |
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| − | Comme s'ils étaient destinés à recueillir tous les drapeaux qui ont été hissés. |
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| + | |||
| + | 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— |
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| + | |||
| + | 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. |
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| + | |||
| + | '''“You piece of shit, you’ll never understand, you won’t!! Serves you right, it does!! Pft!”''' |
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| + | |||
| + | «Niecey!! You got to get back at me, huh?! Ain’t ya imitatin’ me?!» |
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| + | |||
| + | Veig’s transmission came through at trace volume. Til did hear it, though, and she closed her eyes and grinned. |
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| + | |||
| + | …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 |
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| + | |||
| + | Very well then…!! Making mistakes is my only specialty—!! |
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| + | |||
| + | —Assuming I can… Assuming that nothing’s impossible! I’ll fail again, and build up my mountain of mistakes, I will!! |
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| + | |||
| + | 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. |
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| + | |||
| + | It could never be seen by those born with natural talent…by the birds that didn’t build airplanes. |
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| + | |||
| + | 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. |
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| + | |||
| + | …I’m ready to make as many mistakes as it takes. I can say that now, I can… |
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| + | |||
| + | And so, while Til went limp in Shiro’s arms— |
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| + | |||
| + | “…Well, bet this is news to you smart folks. Here’s the common knowledge of the weak. Listen with gratitude, yeah?!” |
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| + | |||
| + | —Sora howled at the shell of the E-bomb, which glowed like a star to announce it was ready for blast-off. |
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| + | |||
| + | “…Generally speaking, things in the world don’t go the way you imagine…” |
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| + | |||
| + | 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… |
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| + | |||
| + | …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—!! |
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| + | |||
| + | “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!!” |
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| + | |||
| + | Well…yes…? |
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| + | |||
| + | “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?♪” |
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| + | |||
| + | You might end up with a result better than perfect, right? |
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| + | |||
| + | «…You fockin’ with me? Shit—» |
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| + | |||
| + | 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. |
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| + | |||
| + | 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. |
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| + | |||
| + | But even so! There was one thing he was sure about. He howled with a longing he’d never felt. |
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| + | |||
| + | «So you’re saying you don’t know what the hell will happen. You’re bloody daft, aren’t ya?!» |
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| + | |||
| + | 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. |
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| + | |||
| + | —I’ll overcome even that— |
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| + | |||
| + | Detecting the single strike to end it, Sora smirked and answered inwardly. |
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| + | |||
| + | —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? |
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| + | |||
| + | What’s gonna happen? How the hell would I know?! |
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| + | |||
| + | “That’s why you gotta test that shit! That’s what we idiots call science!” |
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| + | |||
| + | 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 == |
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| + | |||
| + | 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… |
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| + | |||
| + | …… |
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| + | |||
| + | …The man had been born with outstanding sensibilities. Everyone knew him to be a genius. He too knew this, not as a matter of presumption or conceit, but as a proud matter of fact. He swung his hammer without guile, yet with ferocity. To create a work that was better—no, the best. An unprecedented masterpiece. A divine revelation!! He would enter that |
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| + | |||
| + | realm only one before in the history of Dwarf, his ancestor, had laid eyes on. His eyes reflected the back of that genius who had laid his fingers on creation—the alteration of concepts. He would reach that extreme none had approached in six thousand years. The man who kept piling up successes was the second coming of that sublimity. Everyone was certain he would be the next chieftain. Amidst all this, the man was hurling invective at a strange kid who was following him around: |
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| + | |||
| + | “Hey… Get lost already, would ya, fockin’ brat?! You’re gettin’ in the way of my work!!” |
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| + | |||
| + | “I’m not getting in the way, I’m not. I’m seducing my future husband, I am.” |
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| + | The one contradicting him as if it was nothing was, at the time, a little girl. The one who called herself his future wife. |
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| + | |||
| + | “If you think I’m getting in your way, that just proves you have feelings for me, doesn’t it, Uncle? Doesn’t it?!” |
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| + | |||
| + | “Niecey, you’re gonna stand there winkin’ and blowin’ kisses at me like some bloody fool? I’ve feelings, harsh feelings!” |
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| + | |||
| + | She was the precocious daughter of one of his older stepsisters, and she’d taken an inexplicable shine to him. |
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| + | |||
| + | “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. |
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| + | |||
| + | The child shuddered at the man’s sharp one-eyed glare. |
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| + | |||
| + | 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… |
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| + | |||
| + | “H-how do you know that I’m smooth?! Have you seen it?!” |
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| + | |||
| + | 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— |
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| + | |||
| + | “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—” |
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| + | |||
| + | “I can see from your face you ain’t got no beard, all right?! Don’t blush. Why are ya strippin’?!” |
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| + | |||
| + | “Ah!! No, I don’t want to be the wife of some pervert who lusts after children, I don’t!!” |
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| + | |||
| + | “Listen to me, will ya?! Wait, didn’t you just say you were seducing me? What do you want?!” |
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| + | |||
| + | No matter how he tried to get rid of her, she kept coming. The man clutched his head. |
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| + | |||
| + | —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. |
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| + | |||
| + | “…Listen, Niecey. I’m a fockin’ genius. And that makes me a bloody fine man. You followin’ me?” |
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| + | |||
| + | “Ah! S-so you mean, when I marry you, I’ll be a fine woman?!” |
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| + | |||
| + | “Argh, that ain’t it at all. This is the problem. You ain’t good for me, is what I’m sayin’.” |
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| + | |||
| + | Back then, he had concluded thus: |
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| + | |||
| + | “You’ll never be a fine woman.” |
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| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | |||
| + | “…Uh-huhhh… What is a fine woman…?” |
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| + | |||
| + | “First of all, she’s an adult with hair. You’re out of the question. And she’s a woman who fits me. Let’s see… So first, she has big boobs. And then, if her spirit-arm craft ain’t at least on my level, I ain’t messin’ with that, either. Otherwise, hmm, she’s damn beautiful and damn chaste and damn sexy as far as I’m concerned. That’s what it means to be a fine woman.” |
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| + | |||
| + | “…Uncle, that’s just a fantasy woman, it is.” |
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| + | |||
| + | “Rngh?” |
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| + | |||
| + | “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?!” |
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| + | |||
| + | “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: |
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| + | |||
| + | “Heh, you’re hopeless, you are. I’ll just have to become a fine woman for you, I will.” |
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| + | |||
| + | ……Suddenly… |
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| + | |||
| + | “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. |
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| + | |||
| + | “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!!” |
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| + | |||
| + | She smiled as if to ask: So what is a virgin? He thrust back feelings he didn’t understand himself— |
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| + | |||
| + | “It ain’t happening. Such a good-for-nothin’ ain’t ever gonna get how to make spirit arms.” |
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| + | |||
| + | …And that— |
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| + | |||
| + | was the man’s first misreading… |
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| + | |||
| + | “……A good-for-nothing…? …What? You mean me…?” |
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| + | |||
| + | …What? What’s with those teary eyes like you can’t believe what you just heard?! The man felt ever more uncomfortable. |
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| + | |||
| + | “Wh-why nottt? I-I’ll d-do my best, I will.” |
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| + | |||
| + | “Your best ain’t gonna do it…!! Why can’t you see?!” |
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| + | |||
| + | 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. |
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| + | |||
| + | “…I…I just don’t—understand, I don’t… A-after all…” |
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| + | |||
| + | She rebutted between sobs. |
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| + | |||
| + | “…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. |
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| + | |||
| + | '''“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!” |
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| + | |||
| + | …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? |
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| + | |||
| + | 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.” |
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| + | |||
| + | —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… |
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| + | |||
| + | …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— |
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| + | |||
| + | “…A damn ham-fisted resolution… I was the one running, huh?” |
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| + | |||
| + | —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— |
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| + | |||
| + | —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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| + | |||
| + | [[Image:NGNL V10 12.jpg|thumb]] |
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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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| − | Pas à pas, ils visaient Sora. Tout droit.... |
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Latest revision as of 20:18, 28 September 2022
Chapitre 5 : Pour répondre (Pragmatisme)[edit]
Et donc,
la marionnette s'enfuit vers le ciel que l'oisillon désirait tant,
vers ce monde étroit et sombre.
Oui...
Un ciel pour que la marionnette soit à l'abri du mal, pour sourire du cœur.
Un endroit où personne ne les piétinerait, où personne ne les blesserait,
aucune force ne les contraint, aucun besoin de changer.
Un nouveau monde où ils pourraient voler.
Ce jour-là,
L'oisillon savait très bien que ça ne serait probablement jamais le cas.
L'oisillon implora la marionnette, qui jura de se battre :
Aucun ciel ne vaut la peine de te voir souffrir.
Alors la marionnette, elle aussi, s'enfuit dans cette même cage.
Jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions un moyen de créer ce ciel,
c'est ce que pensait la marionnette dans ce monde étouffant.
Pensée et seulement pensée...
Doutant et vacillant, ne trouvant rien à chercher,
la marionnette pensait toujours à cette promesse :
Ce jour-là,
dans un nouveau pays, regardant les cieux,
voyant le bébé oiseau déployer ses ailes et sourire,
la marionnette vide - le ciel - Sora -
Traduit avec www.DeepL.com/Translator (version gratuite)
Partie 1[edit]
...Une scène remplie de l'écho de l'éruption de la Forge Sacrée... le site d'élimination des déchets.
Une gigantesque machine humanoïde argentée avance à pas lourds dans les ruines souterraines ensevelies sous les déchets métalliques. Des larmes coulent dans les yeux ardents de Veig qui marmonne avec désolation le premier souci de sa vie.
"... Ai-je vraiment fait quelque chose de si mal... ?"
Il se souvint des deux âmes qu'il avait fracassées après une lutte inattendue - l'âme de cette petite herbe étrangement coriace aux seins excellents, et l'âme de cette vipère incompréhensiblement toxique qui avait fait craquer son épée pour la première fois. Se balançant sombrement, vacillant en avant, il pensait :
...Que diable ai-je fait... ?
Veig se souvenait avoir été remercié, mais jamais blâmé. Pourtant, tout ce qu'il ressentait maintenant était un mystérieux sentiment de culpabilité gravé dans son âme trop profondément pour le nier. Maintenant, il se tenait là, devant la masse métallique tombée, la machine gisant sur le sol avec ses membres totalisés.
"...Ho... J'ai bien dit que je serais en retard, mais pour faire une sieste, tu as du cran, hein ?"
Veig a regardé attentivement le cadre cassé. Par le biais du système de communication, il a accusé ses pilotes de faire les morts.
Dans ce jeu, les attaques ne causent aucun dommage direct à la machine adverse. Par conséquent, tout dommage doit provenir d'une défaillance du rite ou d'une erreur de tir - ou être auto-infligé. Et honnêtement, c'était les deux. L'intuition de Veig lui a dit. Il a soulevé le corps brisé et a hurlé.
"Hey, je te parle !! Ton adversaire, c'est moi. Ne te retourne pas et ne meurs pas. Tu n'as aucun sens ?!"
En effet... Sora et Shiro n'ont jamais eu la moindre chance contre Veig dans une bataille d'armes spirituelles. Il était donc inévitable qu'ils perdent. Mais quand même...
"Tu n'as pas l'intention de te taire sans dire un mot sur ton âme, n'est-ce pas ? !"
Oui, ils avaient tenu tête à Veig avec une tempête de balles impensable. Mais ils n'ont rien emporté de leur âme, le barrage était trop fragile. Tout ce qu'il a fait c'est rejeter l'attaque de Veig et dire non à son âme...
Il n'a rien dit. Il n'a rien admis. Leur âme avait seulement rejeté la sienne et était restée inébranlable. Veig a serré les dents. S'ils pouvaient faire autant, alors pourquoi ?
Il souleva le cadre en ruine comme s'il le tenait par le col et se mit en colère :
“Quand allez-vous répondre à ma question ?!”
Et il a enfin obtenu une réponse.
"...Tout de suite, je le ferai. Je vais vous donner votre réponse, je vais le faire."
... Une voix a murmuré à travers la porte.
"Whuh ?!"
L'épave a soudainement répliqué en explosant, libérant un torrent d'âme fou. Elle lui répondit par une puissante imagerie qui lui vola momentanément sa conscience.
—……
Il était au fond d'un petit trou, sombre et exigu. Veig connaissait la fille qui pleurait en regardant le ciel, seule. Il la connaissait bien... la fille incapable de voler, qui plus que quiconque admirait les oiseaux qui volaient si haut.
Une fille paradoxale, elle savait qu'elle ne pouvait pas voler et pourtant elle levait les yeux au ciel... Elle pleurait même si elle avait abandonné... Le monde l'interrogeait avec des questions sans réponse - pourquoi elle avait fui, pourquoi elle n'avait pas essayé - puis lui demandait pourquoi elle pleurait... et la méprisait pour cela. Il l'a laissée dans ce trou... sans rien vouloir...
La fille solitaire... balançant son marteau à travers les larmes...... Il-
—……
Veig a essayé de tendre la main... mais blam, l'explosion a secoué la grotte et l'a tiré de sa rêverie. Dès qu'il a jeté un coup d'oeil autour de lui, peut-être plus tôt, il a deviné ce qui se passait. Il grimaça et hurla d'impatience.
"Quelle blague... Vous n'avez jamais eu personne là-dedans depuis le début ? C'était télécommandé... ?!"
Maintenant que tu le dis, il n'y avait aucune règle qui disait que tu devais piloter la machine... si ? S'ils le contrôlaient depuis un cockpit à l'extérieur du cadre, ils pouvaient le balancer sans problème.
Mais même si c'était télécommandé, ils devaient être connectés à leurs bras spirituels. Ce qui signifiait que faire exploser leur propre cadre si négligemment aurait des répercussions. Et en effet, le sol a tremblé avec une réaction en chaîne d'explosions l'une après l'autre dans toute la décharge.
Les esprits générés ont dessiné des lignes de lumière comme si elles circulaient dans des circuits gravés sur la scène. Le circuit de lumière convergeait pour le montrer :
La véritable unité !
Désireux de voir où se trouvait le vrai cockpit, Veig a suivi la lumière de l'esprit jusqu'à sa destination. Il s'est avéré qu'il se trouvait au centre de la scène tremblante, si loin que sa fonction zoom était tout juste suffisante pour le distinguer. Au sommet d'une plante particulièrement haute, ses yeux ont trouvé leur cible et se sont ouverts en grand. Il s'agissait d'une fille qu'il connaissait bien, debout sur le siège d'un cockpit ouvert.
"Vous demandez pourquoi j'ai fui ce monde sanglant, n'est-ce pas... ? ...C'est une question stupide, en effet."
Mais c'est une fille qu'il ne connaissait pas qui lui a murmuré. Ses yeux, embrasés d'un feu inextinguible, regardaient sa machine au loin. La fille, avec un morceau de ferraille en forme de marteau dans sa main, a parlé comme si elle déposait une déclaration de guerre. De son cœur, elle a dit son âme... pas des faits objectifs, mais ses sentiments :
"C'est parce que je méprise ce monde, vraiment."
Partie 2[edit]
Til’s voice, resolute, was yet like her limbs…jittery. She couldn’t help but tremble, because of what she saw down there from the open cockpit—Veig standing there in the venue that still quaked from the blasts—and because of the sparkling hammer in her right hand. Regardless—
“Don’t worry. We’ll blast off with you. We promised, didn’t we?”
“…Brother…always…keeps, his promises… Trust us, okay?”
—Sora’s and Shiro’s voices intoned from the seat in front of her, joyful but firm. And Til felt them holding her left hand tight. She broke into a smile to realize her trembling had somehow stopped…and she continued with her eyes fixed straight ahead on Veig’s machine, all the way through to the man inside.
“…I hate this country. I hate Hardenfell, I do.”
She reaffirmed her feelings—her belief. This arrogant world told her not to run. This
oppressive world told her not to be ashamed. Til looked up at its tireless way of life and sneered at it.
“I love the sky, I do… In this country…the sky is closed off, it is.”
The cave’s ceiling reminded her; lost and confused, she’d ended up in this dump before she knew it, and the world asked her, Why did you run? Now, Til knew the feeling of a hand in hers. Now, she knew another world—that of those two. Now, she could say it:
Ah…there never was a place for me here.
—Screw this place—!!
So—!
“I also hate the chieftain of this country. I hate you, I do…!”
The hammer sparkled ever brighter as Til’s words spilled out uncontrollably, with the pain that burned her up. What came back was a lonely, sorrowful chuckle. Til ground her teeth.
…She’d known—no, she’d had a hunch—that he’d say that. What he was saying. As if it was everything—
“I hate that…how everything’s just as you expected… I hate iiit!!”
Her voice impulsively swelled with the pain that only grew:
“I hate how you act like you’re so great, I do! I hate even more that you actually are, I do!!”
The dam had burst, and her feelings could no longer be contained.
“I hate how you advertise yourself as a genius, I do! I hate how I can’t argue because you actually are a genius, I do!! I hate how you look down on me, I do! I hate so much that it’s only natural because you’re above me, I do!! I hate how you’re so hairy!! You shaved too much, you say?! So what? Are you trying to rub it in? I wish you’d go to hell, I do!! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you—U-Uncle, you’re a pervert!! I hate you very, very, veeery much, I do!!”
«Whoa!! Come on, stop already or I’m really gonna cry! Goddamn!»
The momentum had flushed out everything Til wanted to say. Inattentive to the tearful begging over the comm system, Til caught her breath. As the shaking of the stage and the sparkling of her hammer and her pain all grew in speed, she wiped her tears. With a sharp, firm voice, she mulled over her words carefully and gave her answer:
“I hate you. That’s why I run. If that’s not enough for you to understand—”
Then in the spirit of the game:
“—I’ll sock it to you like this—and then I think you will understand, I do.”
Yes—seeing behind her eyelids the place the feeling of those two had taken her as they held her left hand, that black sky with a white bird, Til laid down the gauntlet sonorously.
“I fled to win—to honor my promise, I did.”
…A tactical withdrawal was made when one had a chance of victory… She had been just lost, but now it would be redefined—no. Each time another explosion went off, the spirits converged into her hammer, and it was that pain.
And now it had been redefined—!!
That pain had turned her conviction into that of the past. Til savagely swung her hammer as she—
—bellowed forth her soul with the stirring of a power beyond all normal conception throughout the venue.
“I fled for the sake of this day, when I’d surpass you, I diiid!!”
Partie 3[edit]
It was a power that all feared instinctively. The memories sleeping deep in their blood awakened. An outrageous power of a whole different rank, a whole different status, a whole different order of magnitude—quite literally a different level. The future brought on in the next few moments by this power beyond reason didn’t take someone like Veig to foresee. It was a strike from the heavens that sneered at every one of heaven’s gifts crawling atop the earth, judging them likewise of null value. No one could mistake that power. It was
a Heavenly Smite……
“Hey, whoaaa! I thought the Flügel wasn’t—hey, isn’t that against the rules?!”
From his machine—his cockpit—Veig screeched, blanching. Someone who wasn’t in the game—with magic that wasn’t even a seal rite!! His one eye searched in a panic for the Flügel, but in the next moment—
—he realized that the center of the crawling power…was Til’s hammer. And his one eye was opened by the roar over the comm system and the unheard-of shock that followed… Yes:
«Ultra-large-scale spirit-arm expansion—connect all!! Ariiiise!!!»
Til’s face wrenched in agony as she brought down the hammer. There was a flash as it bore through the cockpit…and through the plant below. With that, there came a moment of silence to the blast-stricken venue. And then…
“—?!!”
…a vertical oscillation unlike anything that had gone before tossed them. A heavy shock came from behind Veig. He dodged instinctively on the spot, but from the mass of metal that had only grazed him flowed a tempestuous soul.
……
A girl who wanted to imagine things that could not be imagined. A girl who wanted to fly though by no effort could she fly. Saying she could do nothing, she chased the bird in the sky for which there was nothing to do…
They said she was just running. They mocked that it was impossible. Her soul…
«I…knew it! …I knew it!! Better than anyone, I did…!!»
The transmission helped Veig crawl back to reality. But another—no, ten more—no, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand—innumerable storms of metal whipped through the stage and assaulted his unit like squalls.
Just scraps, they hadn’t much in the way of force or even speed. But every time the fierce soul contained in them scratched by his frame, it left residue. As Til’s voice, wheezing in agony, continued to come through, it pounded at Veig’s will, hard, so hard—
«So…you wanted me to live like you…? Fa-kew!!»
To live like them. Like a Dwarf. Without giving up. Without going astray or tiring. To try to overcome natural gifts. To live without shame or retreat. Indeed… Putting themselves on pedestals, though they couldn’t overcome Veig!! Looking as if they understood, talking as if they knew!! They’d called her rubbish, and then!! They’d all said it. They’d basically said this…
—Everyone else is doing it, so you should, too.
—You can dream you’ll be rewarded. Just do it—
—just shut up and do your work!!—
«I don’t like a world that tells me what to do… I hate it, I do!!»
I’ll never give in…
I’ll overcome the chieftain and destroy those dictates—!!
I’ll use measuring instruments and Elven theory. I’ll use anything to find a different way!
I’ll show him… So she thought…
«But…no matter what I did…I just…couldn’t find anything!!»
Just piling up failures. Bathed in error, lost, confused, making one mistake after another. At last surrendering to a false resignation, as paradoxical as ever. Unable to say anything in return… At some point…she came to think she’d forgotten those feelings, and just wandered, pathetically.
«…But—hee-hee… Now I know what to say—I do…»
Weeping, sobbing, yet the two souls grinned. At last Veig realized the true nature of the maelstrom of metal pounding his unit. And for the first time in his life, he said, It couldn’t be—he doubted his own intuition.
“……Hey… Ho. I must be hallucinating, ain’t I?”
He saw the whirlwind of metal converging. Not the ground shaking, but the stage moving. Not the metal flying, but just gathering. The parts, the catalysts were joining and coupling and assembling. The majestic waste disposal site was rising as one. The stage itself was wakening—and standing up. That was his impression. It was confirmed by Til’s announcement to everyone watching in Hardenfell, I’ll tell you, and the thing that towered before his eyes—a thing inconceivably gargantuan.
«You forge ahead without shame…as you will—but I, too…will do as I will, I will!!»
She’d led a life of shame—failing, contradicting herself, getting lost without end. Today, this moment, was what it had all been for, and for that she was proud. She trumpeted to all the world that had rejected her, just as they were taught:
«Shut up!! Your stupid world can eat shit, it can!! Pft!»
Having asserted her freedom to rebel, the girl crumpled. The siblings embraced her and kept her from falling. Veig gaped at last.
It wasn’t from finally observing the giant object towering over him. It was the girl held by the siblings in the now-empty cockpit at the top…the girl weeping tears of heartfelt joy that she was not alone—a girl beyond his knowledge, who looked down at a bird from heights beyond its knowledge…with a dazzling smile…beyond all knowledge.
«…Uncle, did you…ever imagine…this…?»
She asked him whether this was a sight that effort and sensibility could get to—and that moment, a torrent of violence descended upon Veig’s unit…
Partie 4[edit]
Neither Veig nor any of the Dwarves watching through all of Hardenfell had ever imagined it, most likely. However, aside from Dwarves…the three who were watching at Til’s hideout did not seem all that surprised. Their eyes still on the monitor, they spoke admiringly…
“…Wow… A city can walk, can it…? Oh, is that also a spirit arm?”
“To be more precise, it is a spirit-arm expansion connected to her hammer, on which she engraved my one-percent Heavenly Smite.”
“Observation: Height 9,700 meters. Length 74,200 meters. Cannon count 982. Definition: High-maneuver fortress class. Evidence of brilliance of Master. Excessive. Zero maturity. This unit loves that part of him, too… Blush.”
Steph knew those siblings… She’d imagined they’d do something unimaginable. No, she’d known it. So she watched the screen with a sense of resignation, as a shadow desperately ran from the storm falling from the mountain of steel…
Partie 5[edit]
At the venue, rain fell from the heap of scrap—torrential rain deep underground where there was no sky. Each drop sliced the wind, pierced the ground, and created a deeper depth below the bottom.
“What a little man you are, Veig!! You talk big, but you’re the one who’s smaaaall!!”
It was a hailstorm of scrap that accompanied the raucous laughter.
“You called this stage our hunting grounds?! What puny thoughts—what a tiny imagination!! As would be expected from someone so small-minded as to only appreciate big boobs—ah, it’s a veritable microcosm of your life!!”
“…You said…we could use any machines…and do anything with the venue, didn’t you?♪”
Towering with a sneer on top was a giant mecha of junk—of the unwanted. Of unvalued failures and rejected scrap.
This was the gathering place for the things that might have not been mistakes. This was their home turf, they indicated with a sneer.
“Who’s gonna take the time to hunt their prey after they’ve already lured them in?”
Sora uproariously exposed the truth that was now assaulting Veig.
“If you’re gonna lure in your prey, obviously you’re gonna go straight to a trap, aren’t you, you scrub?!”
It was a cage, a trap. The junk itself, the venue itself, the soul of a girl who had patched failure to error itself—
“Ladies and gentlemen—the venue itself is our machine!! How do you like that?!”
“…We of Blank call it…the Spirit of Mother Til…♪”
It literally looked down on Veig, nine hundred seventy times his size. Sora and Shiro cackled, back at the reins for their big counterattack.
—Come, O ye who declare yourselves infallible, those of the righteous world. Now our patchwork heap shall speak with iron and lightning and fire to test our Mother’s spirit. We shall now question the refuse that you have shorn away and discarded in your quest to forge. We ask: On what grounds did you reject us—?!
“Personally, I’m not as into the NEXTs as the Arms Forts built by average schmucks to confront them.”
In fiction, raw size is destined to be overthrown.
Which is how we know that reality is different!! Indeed—!!
“Raw mass is the secret to defeating genius, biiitch!! We haven’t designed this bullet hell with any place to hide! You trap ’em and smash ’em with sheer numbers! There’s no better tactic!! All you gotta do is win, baby, win!!”
In reality—overkill is all the better!!
Seated in the cockpit, Sora and Shiro controlled the massive body and filled the screen with projectiles.
«The fock?! How’d you get such a crazy machine?!»
Veig screeched as he just barely managed to demi-shift from one empty location to another.
«What kinda Dwarf has the power to run a barmy monster like that?!»
Between that and the Heavenly Strike, Veig was sure now there were some spirits involved far outside the regulations. He raged at their perceived violation of the rules.
……Ha. His opponents laughed in unison. They knew it: Dwarves were the perfect negative examples. After all, they were just half-right. Just as he guessed that the stage itself was their machine, but that wasn’t even close to enough. On Sora’s lap sat Shiro—and on her lap sat a girl whose face was scrunched in pain, but who still sneered with fearless irony—
“Chieftain… You ask that now? I couldn’t even start up our first machine without boosting, I couldn’t.”
It seemed he had still overlooked the trick in Shiro’s arms. Yes, it was the murmuring of Til, the real trick, most impossible of all—
“To begin with…I can’t even use magic without boosting, I can’t.”
«—Huhhh?!»
—that made Veig cry out in long-delayed recognition. Sora chuckled. Yes, a Dwarf so great as Veig probably couldn’t have imagined such a trick. Til, by nature, couldn’t even use magic, much less operate a supermassive spirit arm. For Til—
—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!
Dwarves used catalysts because of the spiritual overload caused by their mithril—to synchronize externally. But Til didn’t have that mithril!! She wasn’t subject to such overload, or even load for that matter!! That was why she used boosting… Yes…the hidden truth that astonished Jibril when Til used her shift. Til couldn’t use magic without boosting. Conversely, that meant she could if she used boosting…
…It meant she could use boosting. For example: She could chain boost to boost on the chain reaction of explosions of the huge number of demi-shift anchors they’d planted, funnel the spirits into her hammer on which she’d engraved a Rite of Heavenly Smiting, and synchronize it into her body! With the vast amount of spirits thus summoned under her control, she could operate this leviathan assemblage of parts, this scrap on the stage on which she’d engraved seal rites…!!
… Yes, if a normal Dwarf tried this, they’d blow right up. It would be impossible and meaningless. Just as Til said, it would be as perverse an idea as building an underwater breathing apparatus for a fish. But for such an abnormal dwarf, it was both possible and essential. For Til—
—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!
«Wha—? Wait, whoa— Niecey, don’t tell me yours still hasn’t growwwn?!»
“Heh…heh-heh, Ch-Chieftain…I’d like to see you burn in hell! I would…”
Listening to their exchange, Sora, to be honest, was fairly sure by now this was not the case. But he still insisted: they had to be talking about beards!! So anyway—!
“Heh, this is the difference in natural gifts… Bow before the absolute wall you cannot overcome, Veig!!”
«Fock!! How can a Dwarf’s body endure that shite? You wanna kill my fockin’ niece?!»
The transmission to Sora roared full of naked rage. Understandable. One percent of Jibril’s power—the power to run a supermassive machine like that—was as reckless as pouring rocket fuel into an automobile. Therefore…
“…Didn’t you say no mercy? A man’s word isn’t worth much these days, huh?”
«—!!»
…Sora saw that Veig was thinking of taking a bullet and losing the game for Til’s sake, and Sora stopped him, making a face. If Til died, it would probably spell death for Sora and Shiro, who were holding her, too. Til was barely conscious, but still she held firm to her hammer and smiled.
—Veig meant to lose intentionally.
This man didn’t seem to understand what a humiliation that would be—!!
“To hell with your patronizing sympathy!! This is a trap—there’s no place for you to hide and no room for you to choose!!”
Sora’s howl what seemed like a signal to that which sat somewhere in the supermassive machine behind the giant cannon that opened its mouth with a roar: another machine. Sora and the operator inside the additional cockpit announced savagely:
“There’s only one future: Til’s complete victory!!”
«Whyyy, it’s time for the showwwdowwwn.♥»
That moment, the light of the Holy Forge flashed from the barrel, and suddenly a metal glob blocked the opening. Connected to the muzzle, the object sparkled—and this time, Veig froze, mech and all. It was another legacy of the past that he could not mistake.
“Can you dodge a bomb? If you know a way, as a gamer, I’d very much like to know!”
A bomb indeed, leaving no place to hide. A bomb called…yes, that’s right:
…The E-bomb…
Partie 6[edit]
In the cockpit behind the blazing E-bomb was Fiel, smiling.
“Why, you’ll note that we’ve followed the rules to a T. And in a most sustainable way, if I might add.♥”
No magic other than seal rites. You lost if your core broke. And the players here were everyone…
“Anyone can very well recycle the unit we lost in, caaan’t theyyy?♥”
True, Til could connect and use Fiel’s unit. Also:
“Incluuuding the seal of protection of that boorish fire, and incluuuding the seal rites on the unit.♪”
Fiel had in mind the seventh player, and their fifth trump card.
They hadn’t bothered with any seal rites for the specs, but they had bothered with seal rites.
They had implemented an eighty-four-fold rite using the seal of protection of an Old Deus. And they’d used the Holy Forge, the power of Ocain, to enable shifting.
Til had subsumed Fiel’s unit and commandeered it under the protection of Ocain. And there was no rule that Til couldn’t use that thing shifted from her hideout!! Chlammy asked suspiciously of the merry Fiel, who occupied the same cockpit:
“…Fi, I’ve been wondering: Whose idea was it to use the seal of Ocain’s protection?”
She’d heard of the “rites of spirit-breaking” or whatever that they’d used in the War, such as Áka Si Anse—spells that used seal rites to call upon the protection of Kainas, creator of the Elves. But it was said they were no longer usable after the Ten Covenants. In that case, this thing Fiel produced must have been newly compiled, after the War.
…Who would have implemented a seal rite to call upon Ocain, of all gods? For that matter, even having grown up in Elven Gard, Chlammy had never heard of a spell that could un-quasi-shift such a large mass.
“Mmm, I don’t know, myself. It’s been the Nirvalens’ ace in the hole for generations.”
Fiel tilted her head. Yes, and they’d said this…
“They said trump cards are trump cards because you don’t reveal them until the showdown.”
Howeverrr… She gave Chlammy her greatest smile as she continued.
“Why, my ultimate trump card is you, Chlammy.♪”
Fiel had gone to such lengths as to reveal her family’s secret. She smiled at her best friend: They had lost—and that therefore was the victory planned. Chlammy beamed and reflexively looked away, embarrassed.
“If you say we can’t win…why, then we can’t win.”
Yes…from the moment Chlammy had concluded that they couldn’t win…
…Fiel had resigned from this game…
So, they had requested of Sora and Shiro a friendly token of appreciation for their friendly cooperation. It was a condition of the deal, in other words: No matter who won—
—Veig must be commanded to bear shame for the rest of his life…
“Whyyy, it doesn’t matter what you do as long as you win!! Our objective is to convict that thing, the offender! In which caaase, it doesn’t maaatter who uses whose power to win. As long as the crook gets his just deserts, we have wooon!!”
Fiel’s bright demeanor made Chlammy chuckle.
“…Well, we do have to regret a little we didn’t make good on our chance to win directly.”
“But we must count ourselves blessed to have been able to pummel you a bit.♪ After allll—”
“Yes. We are really perfect outsiders to this matter. We’re not even friends, you know?”
As they snidely echoed Veig’s remarks, Chlammy had a thought.
—They could win an unwinnable match through someone else’s power. Then how might they answer an unanswerable question?
“We’ll make others answer for us… In other words, as usual, we win through sophistry.”
—Having had their past questioned: Have you paid your tab?
—They answered with their future: I will when I can…
……
“…And so the puppet continued building the sky… The sky only they still could not see…”
In the cramped cockpit, Chlammy smiled subtly as she gazed upon the sky before her. They’d opened it for her, for Fi, for Jibril, the Werebeasts, the Old Deus, and Ex Machina… And now…
“They’re opening up Til’s sky… Going on until they find their own…”
Partie 7[edit]
At last, brilliant, blinding light.
Til had gathered things from outside—welded them, forged them, patched them together in one wrong way after another. Now her fire melted them all together, and cast them as ingenuity, which she used to reach the sky.
“…Uncle…have I…kept…my promise…?”
The spirits raged, and her body ached as if it was about to break.
“Have I…reached a sky…that no one has seen before?!”
The heat threatened to burn out her spirit corridor junction nerves. But alas, Til smiled regardless…
“…Do you…want…to know…what it’s…like…?!”
By now, only one thing entered her muddied consciousness: the distant sky Til was sure she’d never imagined, and that no one else ever had—the feeling of floating in a deep, black sky, Veig too far behind to see, uncertain of whether he could hear the voice she wrung out, or even whether it was coming out at all—
Still, she’d fulfill the promise of that distant day. She’d vowed that she would surpass him—and promised something to the bird of that day. She spelled out the wish she’d held in her heart, that her words, her smile would reach their destination.
“You piece of shit, you’ll never understand, you won’t!! Serves you right, it does!! Pft!”
«Niecey!! You got to get back at me, huh?! Ain’t ya imitatin’ me?!»
Veig’s transmission came through at trace volume. Til did hear it, though, and she closed her eyes and grinned.
…Please. I’m about to fall under the delusion that I have become a bird, I do. But I know…that it’s just an illusion, I do. By tomorrow, perhaps even by one second in the future, I’ll be made to know
Very well then…!! Making mistakes is my only specialty—!!
—Assuming I can… Assuming that nothing’s impossible! I’ll fail again, and build up my mountain of mistakes, I will!!
She’d lose her way, she’d get confused, she’d blunder—and every time, she’d cry and wail and gnash her teeth in vexation! Til would take the long way around like a perfect fool, getting lost repeatedly, pathetically drenched in tears and shame. She might never even know if it had meaning. But there was a sight that could only be seen by taking that foolish path.
It could never be seen by those born with natural talent…by the birds that didn’t build airplanes.
It could never be seen by the birds that had never felt that obsession: I want to fly anyway. There was such an entertaining sight to see, to be found in a place no one imagined.
…I’m ready to make as many mistakes as it takes. I can say that now, I can…
And so, while Til went limp in Shiro’s arms—
“…Well, bet this is news to you smart folks. Here’s the common knowledge of the weak. Listen with gratitude, yeah?!”
—Sora howled at the shell of the E-bomb, which glowed like a star to announce it was ready for blast-off.
“…Generally speaking, things in the world don’t go the way you imagine…”
Just as they had sailed for India and mistakenly arrived in the New World; as they had tried to prove everything with mathematics and mistakenly refuted their mathematics; as they had built rockets to reach the moon and mistakenly dropped them on Earth…
…As far as humans were concerned, perfection was a waste of time. They’d mess it up anyway. To seek mere perfection wasn’t going to do it. Therefore—!!
“Your thinking is too damn small!! If you want to fly, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go past the damn moon and crash into Mars by mistake!!”
Well…yes…?
“Even if you get up and down backward, you might be able to go through the planet to the sky at the other side, right?♪”
You might end up with a result better than perfect, right?
«…You fockin’ with me? Shit—»
A man born with natural talent… A bird that flew by sensibility alone…transmitted back with a sense of awe at the unknown he’d never had before—or not in a long time at least.
Indeed…they couldn’t use the E-bomb. So he didn’t know what it was they were on the verge of launching. He didn’t know what it was to accomplish. He didn’t even know a thing about the heights where his niece floated now.
But even so! There was one thing he was sure about. He howled with a longing he’d never felt.
«So you’re saying you don’t know what the hell will happen. You’re bloody daft, aren’t ya?!»
If it might be the case that Til couldn’t take it—!! That instant, Veig’s unit appeared to get blown away and then vanished from sight. One soul raced forth through the air, with maneuvers uncapturable by Sora’s eyes, or by the venue’s cameras. It left no trace; the unit broken down, it raced past its limits, riding the force of a fist.
—I’ll overcome even that—
Detecting the single strike to end it, Sora smirked and answered inwardly.
—Yeah. That’s right! That’s how we live, as fools incapable of anything but straying and failing and erring. Bet it’s a breath of fresh air for smarty-pants jerks like you who live with all trial and no error, huh?
What’s gonna happen? How the hell would I know?!
“That’s why you gotta test that shit! That’s what we idiots call science!”
Sora sneered and activated the contents of the E-bomb in the muzzle, and a moment later Veig unleashed one soulful strike that pierced the shell.
Partie 8[edit]
It was a full-on collision of Veig’s and Til’s souls, entangling, stirring, radiating white. No one could tell whose soul it was anymore. Everything raced through the catalysts and through the minds of all present…
……
…The man had been born with outstanding sensibilities. Everyone knew him to be a genius. He too knew this, not as a matter of presumption or conceit, but as a proud matter of fact. He swung his hammer without guile, yet with ferocity. To create a work that was better—no, the best. An unprecedented masterpiece. A divine revelation!! He would enter that
realm only one before in the history of Dwarf, his ancestor, had laid eyes on. His eyes reflected the back of that genius who had laid his fingers on creation—the alteration of concepts. He would reach that extreme none had approached in six thousand years. The man who kept piling up successes was the second coming of that sublimity. Everyone was certain he would be the next chieftain. Amidst all this, the man was hurling invective at a strange kid who was following him around:
“Hey… Get lost already, would ya, fockin’ brat?! You’re gettin’ in the way of my work!!”
“I’m not getting in the way, I’m not. I’m seducing my future husband, I am.”
The one contradicting him as if it was nothing was, at the time, a little girl. The one who called herself his future wife.
“If you think I’m getting in your way, that just proves you have feelings for me, doesn’t it, Uncle? Doesn’t it?!”
“Niecey, you’re gonna stand there winkin’ and blowin’ kisses at me like some bloody fool? I’ve feelings, harsh feelings!”
She was the precocious daughter of one of his older stepsisters, and she’d taken an inexplicable shine to him.
“I ain’t got no interest in some kid who ain’t even got any hair grown in yet—can’t bear to look at ya. Piss off,” he commanded.
The child shuddered at the man’s sharp one-eyed glare.
That was that. Everyone kept their distance from him. His eye had the gift of ending the conversation. Even children always grasped the point that he lived in a different world…until then…
“H-how do you know that I’m smooth?! Have you seen it?!”
But this child shuddered because she suspected he had looked at her naked. Incidentally, this was the fifth time this exchange had occurred. In other words—
“You peeped on me?! You licked me all over with your eyes, how can I get married now, you should take responsibility, and then I’ll be the wife of the chieftain, what a way to marry up, it is! Come, come, come, Mr. Sir? If you’ll marry me, I can show you my body aaany—”
“I can see from your face you ain’t got no beard, all right?! Don’t blush. Why are ya strippin’?!”
“Ah!! No, I don’t want to be the wife of some pervert who lusts after children, I don’t!!”
“Listen to me, will ya?! Wait, didn’t you just say you were seducing me? What do you want?!”
No matter how he tried to get rid of her, she kept coming. The man clutched his head.
—The hell’s with this fockin’ brat? His niece had a strange way with words. But more than anything, it was his own sense of discomfort that confused him. Never having experienced failure or discouragement, the feeling was altogether unfamiliar to him. It would be a while before he realized it was his first experience of anger.
“…Listen, Niecey. I’m a fockin’ genius. And that makes me a bloody fine man. You followin’ me?”
“Ah! S-so you mean, when I marry you, I’ll be a fine woman?!”
“Argh, that ain’t it at all. This is the problem. You ain’t good for me, is what I’m sayin’.”
Back then, he had concluded thus:
“You’ll never be a fine woman.”
“…Uh-huhhh… What is a fine woman…?”
“First of all, she’s an adult with hair. You’re out of the question. And she’s a woman who fits me. Let’s see… So first, she has big boobs. And then, if her spirit-arm craft ain’t at least on my level, I ain’t messin’ with that, either. Otherwise, hmm, she’s damn beautiful and damn chaste and damn sexy as far as I’m concerned. That’s what it means to be a fine woman.”
“…Uncle, that’s just a fantasy woman, it is.”
“Rngh?”
“I-I—I mean, there are no Dwarves with big boobs, there aren’t! And everything after the ‘Otherwise, hmm’ is exactly what my aunts told me virgins fantasize about, it is! Uncle, are you a virgin? By the way, what is a virgin?!”
“Shut up! What’s wrong with an outta-this-world man wanting an outta-this-world woman? Those fockin’ sisters of mine!!”
And then:
“Heh, you’re hopeless, you are. I’ll just have to become a fine woman for you, I will.”
……Suddenly…
“In another thirteen, I’ll be an adult, I will. I’ll be downright bushy, I will!! I’ll be beautiful, and oh so chaste, whatever that means, I will! Then you just have to get me sexy, and that’s that, it is!!”
…the child whose pale blue eyes sparkled as she spoke started to feel extremely dissatisfied.
“I’ll do my best to make spirit arms like you, I will. If you just give up on the big boobs, I’ll be such a fine woman, right in front of you! And I’ll help you stop being a virgin, I will!!”
She smiled as if to ask: So what is a virgin? He thrust back feelings he didn’t understand himself—
“It ain’t happening. Such a good-for-nothin’ ain’t ever gonna get how to make spirit arms.”
…And that—
was the man’s first misreading…
“……A good-for-nothing…? …What? You mean me…?”
…What? What’s with those teary eyes like you can’t believe what you just heard?! The man felt ever more uncomfortable.
“Wh-why nottt? I-I’ll d-do my best, I will.”
“Your best ain’t gonna do it…!! Why can’t you see?!”
Ah—the child truly didn’t understand.
Dwarf was a race that created exactly what it imagined. But she didn’t see that she didn’t see what he saw. She’d never even imagined she might not have talent. The man stood bewildered as to why that was so uncomfortable for him.
“…I…I just don’t—understand, I don’t… A-after all…”
She rebutted between sobs.
“…Uncle, you don’t understand why I don’t understand, you don’t!”
And at last the man had his answer.
“U-Uncle—you can’t overcome the limits of your own imagination, you can’t!!”
“R-really…I’ve already surpassed your imagination, by being unimaginable to you, I have. I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you easily… S-see, I’ve won the argument, I have!”
…Indeed…the man himself did not understand the child. He couldn’t imagine what she was thinking, what she was feeling, what…she was crying about… The man she admired over all others had told her she was good for nothing. But she argued against that absolute pronouncement and declared that she’d yet overcome it, weeping and despairing while her eyes burned with blue fire. It was that paradox that baffled the man who never strayed or erred:
…He feared that unimaginable child…
…The man had been born with outstanding sensibilities. They grasped even that divine realm only his ancestor had seen. And thereby he became the first in history to reach the extreme that in over six thousand years no one had been able to approach.
And then? What next?
The man could only imagine following in the footsteps of his ancestor, but still he had a hunch. Given all this, what was it that his ancestor had seen before he reached this realm?
He couldn’t have been a normal Dwarf. He must have been different, something unreadable, incomprehensible, unimaginable… Rather like that well-endowed lady his ancestor was said to have loved…or—
“I—I promise I’ll make a spirit arm that surpasses you, I do.”
—like the paradoxical child declaring this irresolute resolution—
“…Arright then. Go make a spirit arm that surpasses mine and bring it back here.”
—to overcome six thousand years of Dwarven stagnation…and the limits of sensibility—
“I’ll be here waiting for the damn fine woman who can beat me. It’s a promise.”
—to become a damn fine woman.
The man and the child joined pinkies in a solemn oath. He didn’t understand what was meant by her eyes, which looked up at him holding back tears. But he decided that, until he understood, until he was surpassed—he’d be the finest man imaginable…to be a good match for such a fine woman.
But the child fled…
She was still a paradox, while he still did not understand her at all, running even as he chased. The days and months passed idly—until one day…
…the man fell right into the trap of two strange Immanities. The otherworlders were winning while running from their past. The contradiction made the man sure: These two would know why the child ran.
…And his hunch was proven right. However—
“…A damn ham-fisted resolution… I was the one running, huh?”
—as their consciousnesses melded and the man touched the soul of the child from back then, he laughed at himself. He’d been called out on his limits—and he himself had run from overcoming them.
And from trying to imagine why the child had cried that day. Her eyes, heavy with unease, had sought—
—someone to be her place of belonging, to take her fumbling hand as she looked up to that sky where she knew she couldn’t fly…in that darkness as deep as her will. That was all… The man shouldn’t have waited to be surpassed. He should have sought with the child a way to surpass his limits.
“… Really? Is that really how it is? You were running? Are you sure?”
In their melding consciousnesses, the sarcastic laughter of a young man interrupted their thoughts.
“You think falling into the junk heap with Til and becoming like Shiro and me is not running? You think that’s being right? Yeah, maybe it is. But maybe it isn’t.”
Was the man running from his tab? From the paradoxical child who hoped for what he couldn’t imagine? From his paradoxical self who tried to understand a child he couldn’t? Chasing after the child who fled against his sensibilities that told him it was impossible, going so far as to put us on the hook…
So, what’s the difference between running and running from running…?
Partie 9[edit]
And so…the impact that shook to the surface left the cave. The force that connected the parts of the massive body ceased, and pieces of metal fell like hail. Through the whirlwind of dust walked a man who carried an unconscious girl. A rusty man. His mithril had lost its luster due to spiritual overload, his hair and his beard now rusted over… But strangely it seemed to be the true form of a man with the surname Drauvnir. It seemed proof of the way of life of a fool, using and abusing himself to overcome himself, not knowing what would happen, unafraid of overload—the only one to overcome the limits of his race…
I won’t let her die. The man had sacrificed his frame and overcome his limits to save his niece. But then suddenly—seeing her unconscious in his arms yet unwilling to release her hammer, looking genuinely happy, her chest rising and falling dramatically in sleep, smiling—
“……Ha…ha…! Haaa—ha-ha-haaa…!!”
—the man at last collapsed, like his broken soul sword, spread-eagled over the ground laughing.
“…Ahh… My fockin’ niece beat me good… The future is hers… I’ve lost…”
Yes: Veig recognized his defeat. He looked up to the heavens—and at last, he and all the Dwarves watching the broadcast—
—saw…the sky…
An unknown sky, inconceivable underground…yet they saw it. That of which Til had spoken—just as that which had closed off the sky before had broken, for the first time in six thousand years, it was pried open—that which lay beyond the high blue sky…
“…You feel that, Veig Drauvnir? You see how small you are, how shitty your taste?” asked one of the shadows peering down at him. The shadowy figure glanced at the group that Jibril had saved the moment Veig’s core had broken.
“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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