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| + | == Chapitre 5 : Pour répondre (Pragmatisme)== |
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| − | == Chapitre 1 — [https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Problème_de_l%27arrêt Problème de l'arrêt] (Défini) == |
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| − | === Partie 1 === |
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| + | Et donc, |
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| − | C'est là que Sora et Shiro ont prononcé leur discours de couronnement. |
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| + | la marionnette s'enfuit vers le ciel que l'oisillon désirait tant, |
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| − | Le balcon du château d'Elkian donnait sur une grande place. Et en ce moment, une fille célibataire se tenait là. Vêtue de froufrous et suivie d'un encrier flottant de style japonais, la jeune fille a fermé les yeux ── et a attendu. |
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| + | vers ce monde étroit et sombre. |
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| − | C'est ce que Sora et Shiro avaient appelé la "grande scène pour vos débuts d'idole"... et lever le rideau sur ce sujet, était un son─ le son rugissant de la musique jouée à un volume très élevé. C'était le signal : |
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| + | Oui... |
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| − | "H-Horou s'appelle Horou ! Horou ne comprend pas, mais c'est une idole ?.... ou quelque chose comme ça !!" |
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| + | Un ciel pour que la marionnette soit à l'abri du mal, pour sourire du cœur. |
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| − | Et ainsi, après s'être présentée d'une manière si énigmatique, ses lèvres et son corps ont commencé à bouger. Comme elle l'avait dit, elle ne comprenait rien, mais elle ne s'est pas laissée décourager. |
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| + | Un endroit où personne ne les piétinerait, où personne ne les blesserait, |
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| − | Elle n'a pas commis une seule erreur en interprétant le scénario "Ad-lib introduction" qu'elle avait reçu il y a peu de temps. |
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| + | aucune force ne les contraint, aucun besoin de changer. |
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| − | La fille qui était un dieu──Horou, a commencé à chanter et à danser, sans réaliser qu'elle avait été subtilement émue aux larmes── |
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| + | Un nouveau monde où ils pourraient voler. |
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| − | === Partie 2 === |
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| − | Il y avait quatre personnes qui la regardaient plus intensément que quiconque. |
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| + | Ce jour-là, |
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| − | L'un d'eux la regardait avec un sourire sardonique du ciel. C'était une Flügel, Jibril. Les trois autres regardaient un écran magique projetant le champ de vision de Jibril. Ils l'étaient : Sora et Shiro, assis sur le trône de mauvaise humeur, et Steph, se balançant par manque de sommeil, à leurs côtés. |
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| + | L'oisillon savait très bien que ça ne serait probablement jamais le cas. |
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| − | ──D'ailleurs. |
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| + | L'oisillon implora la marionnette, qui jura de se battre : |
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| − | Tout en faisant le costume toute la nuit, Steph marmonnait des choses comme ça encore et encore : |
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| + | Aucun ciel ne vaut la peine de te voir souffrir. |
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| − | Je vois, donc Sora et Shiro veulent faire d'Horou le coupable principal. Cependant, en disant soudainement : "Salut, je suis un dieu. Tout ce que Sora a accompli, c'est grâce à moi. Je suis aussi une idole"── |
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| + | Alors la marionnette, elle aussi, s'enfuit dans cette même cage. |
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| − | Qui serait convaincu par ces bêtises et dirait : "Oh, alors c'était comme ça !!"? |
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| + | Jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions un moyen de créer ce ciel, |
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| − | Et il n'y a pas moyen qu'il y ait un idiot qui applaudirait aussi avec un "Wooooooo" en plus de ça. C'est pourquoi Steph a remis en question à plusieurs reprises les intentions cachées de Sora et Shiro. C'est vrai── |
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| + | c'est ce que pensait la marionnette dans ce monde étouffant. |
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| − | ".... Vous plaisantez, n'est-ce pas ?..." |
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| + | Pensée et seulement pensée... |
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| − | Jusqu'au moment où elle entendit les joyeux "Wooooooo" sur l'écran magique. |
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| + | Doutant et vacillant, ne trouvant rien à chercher, |
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| − | Quelques milliers de personnes applaudissaient Horou sur la place. |
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| + | la marionnette pensait toujours à cette promesse : |
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| − | Ce n'était rien de plus qu'une fraction de la population de la Fédération, mais il y avait beaucoup d'idiots qui agitaient les mains, |
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| − | "... L'illogie est peut-être déjà désespérée..." |
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| + | Ce jour-là, |
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| − | Maintenant que j'y pense, les Elkians ont aussi applaudi quand les soutiens-gorge ou les culottes ont disparu dans le match contre la Fédération de l'Est, même si la Pièce Raciale ── leur existence même ── avait été parié... Mais maintenant, il ne s'agissait plus d'un seul pays, que se passerait-il si on laissait simplement ces idiots être ? |
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| + | dans un nouveau pays, regardant les cieux, |
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| − | Steph ne riait de rien. L'élément principal de son optimisme joyeux était "l'abandon". Quant aux deux autres : |
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| + | voyant le bébé oiseau déployer ses ailes et sourire, |
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| − | "Merde, ça craint. Heh.... Je ne te laisserai pas partir si facilement" |
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| + | la marionnette vide - le ciel - Sora - |
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| − | “... Fu, fufufufufufu... tu as... des tripes..." |
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| + | Traduit avec www.DeepL.com/Translator (version gratuite) |
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| − | Ils ont dit, avec un sourire dangereux. Ces deux-là étaient assis sur le trône de mauvaise humeur. |
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| + | == Partie 1 == |
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| − | "Vous parlez d'Horou ? Mais sa chanson est bonne, et elle fait de son mieux pour suivre vos bêtises." |
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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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| − | "Ahhhh.... Bien sûr que sa chanson est bonne, et Horou fait aussi de son mieux. C'est précisément pour ça" |
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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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| − | ── Au début, ils allaient utiliser une des chansons de leur smartphone, un tube de leur monde précédent. |
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| + | "... Ai-je vraiment fait quelque chose de si mal... ?" |
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| − | Cependant.... viendraient-ils ? C'était un autre monde, mais quand même, le JASRAC <ref>[https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Société_japonaise_des_droits_des_auteurs,_des_compositeurs_et_des_éditeurs Société japonaise des droits des auteurs, des compositeurs et des éditeurs]</ref>... Shiro s'inquiétait de ce genre de choses. Ils ont donc utilisé une application musicale de leur tablette, et ont arrangé une nouvelle chanson en utilisant les sentiments de Leila comme paroles, et les connaissances de Fiel pour la progression des accords. |
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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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| − | Bien sûr que c'était bien. Même dans un autre monde, ils pouvaient faire de la musique. Tant qu'ils avaient leur tablette ☆ |
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| + | ...Que diable ai-je fait... ? |
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| − | Et Horou, qui chantait et dansait là-dessus, faisait aussi de son mieux. Elle ne comprenait toujours pas le concept d'"Expressions", ses mouvements étaient raides, et la chanson n'avait aucune émotion. Mais même ainsi, la fille qui doutait de tout faisait de son mieux. |
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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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| − | ── Et c'est précisément pourquoi── !!! |
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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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| − | "C'est la scène, la scène ! Qu'est-ce qu'il y a avec cet ensemble minable── !!" |
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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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| − | Sora dit, et montra du doigt l'écran magique que Jibril projetait── le balcon où Horou jouait. |
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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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| − | Avec l'équipement de la Fédération de l'Est, ils avaient préparé toutes sortes d'effets spéciaux spectaculaires. Mais maintenant, ce n'était plus qu'un simple balcon, alors Sora a crié : |
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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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| − | "Depuis qu'ils ont été pressés par l'agence, ils ont dû annuler notre demande d'équipement en toute hâte ! C'est quoi l'idée ?" |
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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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| − | ── En premier lieu, il n'y avait pas d'idoles à Elkia. |
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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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| − | Sora et Shiro avaient jubilé au sujet de leur monopole ultime, mais il semblait qu'il y avait des idoles, des agences et même de la concurrence dans la Fédération orientale. |
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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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| − | C'était son premier spectacle important, mais on leur a dit qu'ils ne recevraient pas l'équipement le même jour. |
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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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| − | "N'est-ce pas juste les grandes entreprises qui s'en prennent aux petites entreprises ?! C'est du harcèlement, c'est ça ?" |
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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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| − | ".... C'est pas bien ? Ce qui est important, c'est Horou elle-même, n'est-ce pas ?" |
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| + | '''“Quand allez-vous répondre à ma question ?!”''' |
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| − | Steph l'a dit à Sora, furieuse. Elle ne comprenait pas le problème, mais elle a mis de l'huile sur le feu : |
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| + | Et il a enfin obtenu une réponse. |
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| − | "C'est littéralement une idole pieuse, n'est-ce pas ? Et pourtant, elle est dans cette étape minable !!! As-tu la moindre idée de la difficulté qu'il y aurait à se rendre dans les ligues majeures si l'image d'une 'idole souterraine' restait figée ne serait-ce qu'une seule fois ? Cela interférerait avec notre stratégie !" |
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| + | "...Tout de suite, je le ferai. Je vais vous donner votre réponse, je vais le faire." |
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| − | "Je ne comprends pas ce que tu veux dire ! Mais ça n'aurait pas été bien si tu l'avais demandé à quelqu'un d'autre ?" |
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| + | ... Une voix a murmuré à travers la porte. |
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| − | Les " différentes personnes " que Steph a évoquées étaient... c'est vrai. Les autres races sous le drapeau de la fédération. |
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| + | "Whuh ?!" |
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| − | La Flügel Jibril, l'Ancien Dieu Horou, le Dhampire Plum, et caetera... si c'était l'un des gars qui pouvait utiliser la magie, alors ils pouvaient certainement faire les effets spéciaux, et pas seulement cela, ils pouvaient physiquement changer le décor lui-même... |
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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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| − | Cependant ! |
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| + | —…… |
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| − | "On l'aurait fait si on avait eu le temps ! C'est pourquoi nous sommes fâchés qu'ils aient annulé le même jour !"!" |
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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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| − | Jibril n'est pas doué pour faire des sorts délicats comme ceux requis pour les effets spéciaux. Cela prendrait un certain temps. |
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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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| − | Quant à Horou, il faudrait d'abord lui faire comprendre leurs intentions, cela prendrait encore plus de temps. |
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| + | '''La fille solitaire... balançant son marteau à travers les larmes...... Il-''' |
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| − | Ce serait très simple s'ils utilisaient l'illusion des Dhampires── mais est-ce que Plum coopérerait ? Il n'y a pas moyen. |
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| + | —…… |
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| − | Ainsi, Horou a simplement amplifié le volume de lecture du smartphone de Shiro et sa propre voix. |
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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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| − | Quand ils ont vu la scène maintenant nue, Sora et Shiro se sont léché les lèvres et ont fait un sourire féroce. |
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| + | "Quelle blague... Vous n'avez jamais eu personne là-dedans depuis le début ? C'était télécommandé... ?!" |
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| − | "Tu as du cran, tu deviens un ennemi du pays. Vous avez mon attention. D'abord, je vais t'écraser." |
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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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| − | "... Nous vous apprendrons... ce qui se passe... quand vous défiez... l'autorité..." |
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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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| − | Vous êtes une grande agence d'idoles ? Et alors. |
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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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| − | Nous sommes la 989 Production. La fameuse agence-sama d'État ! Tu pensais qu'on n'était que des mauviettes, mais tu t'es battu avec les mauvaises personnes !!! |
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| + | La véritable unité ! |
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| − | "En fait, pourriez-vous s'il vous plaît ne pas déclarer votre intention d'abuser de l'autorité du pays avec autant d'effronterie ? Même si tu es techniquement le roi !" |
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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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| − | Ces deux-là pensaient comme des méchants, et quand Steph a entendu ces pensées, elle a crié désespérément. |
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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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| − | Cependant, comme ces deux-là étaient entrés en mode délibéré, sa voix ne les atteignait-elle pas ? |
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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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| − | "Plus important, Sora ? Shiro～.... ? Haaaa.... Producteur !?" |
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| + | "C'est parce que je méprise ce monde, vraiment." |
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| − | "....hmmm, qu'est-ce que c'est ? Pour écraser... les agences de la Fédération de l'Est... nous devons écraser... leurs idoles..." |
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| + | == Partie 2 == |
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| − | "Nous réfléchissons à la façon de produire après cela ! Tu as besoin de quelque chose de plus important que ça ?" |
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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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| − | "Il n'y a rien de plus insignifiant que ça, n'est-ce pas ? Plus important encore !" |
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| + | “Don’t worry. We’ll blast off with you. We promised, didn’t we?” |
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| − | Steph a coupé les machinations profondes de Sora et Shiro, et a crié une fois de plus : |
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| + | “…Brother…always…keeps, his promises… Trust us, okay?” |
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| − | "Les gens qui agitent les mains en bas, croient-ils vraiment qu'Horou est le principal coupable ?" |
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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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| − | Si c'était le cas, Imanity ne durera pas longtemps. Sora sourit amèrement aux lamentations de Steph. |
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| + | “…I hate this country. I hate Hardenfell, I do.” |
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| − | "Eh bien, il n'y en a probablement pas beaucoup qui le font. Au moins pour l'instant." |
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| + | She reaffirmed her feelings—her belief. This arrogant world told her not to run. This |
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| − | "....Quoi ?" |
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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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| − | "Je vous l'ai déjà dit, mais ils n'ont pas besoin d'y croire." |
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| + | “I love the sky, I do… In this country…the sky is closed off, it is.” |
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| − | ── Le concept, ou Quintessence de "Penser simultanément" sur le "Doute" et le "Désir" ── |
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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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| − | "Il y a ceux qui croient et ceux qui ne croient pas. Cette "Suspicion" elle-même deviendra le pouvoir d'Horou que vous voyez. |
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| + | Ah…there never was a place for me here. |
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| − | Doutes et souhaits, refus et désir ── tout augmenterait le pouvoir d'Horou. |
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| + | —Screw this place—!! |
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| − | Et le plus important : |
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| + | So—! |
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| − | "Une jolie fille fait de son mieux pour chanter et danser... il n'y a pas moyen qu'ils ne saluent pas leurs mains, même s'ils ne comprennent pas !!" Conclut Sora avec un regard aiguisé. |
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| + | “I also hate the chieftain of this country. I hate you, I do…!” |
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| − | "J'espérais du fond du cœur qu'il y aurait un moyen..." Dit Steph avec des yeux vraiment inquiets pour Imanty, mais Sora continua en souriant, tout simplement : |
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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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| − | "Au fait, si Horou joue magnifiquement, personne ne pourra plus nous attaquer." |
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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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| − | ".... Vous avez dit quelque chose comme ça hier aussi, mais qu'entendez-vous par là ?" |
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| + | '''“I hate that…how everything’s just as you expected… I hate iiit!!”''' |
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| − | ── He ben. |
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| + | Her voice impulsively swelled with the pain that only grew: |
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| − | Après avoir apporté quelques corrections à leurs plans d'avenir, Sora et Shiro ont fait un petit signe de tête. |
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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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| − | Puis, ils se sont soudain tournés vers Steph, sans répondre── |
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| + | The dam had burst, and her feelings could no longer be contained. |
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| − | '''"Eh bien, c'est un peu soudain ! Mais on a une question pour toi, Steph !"''' |
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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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| − | '''"...'A quoi pensent Sora et Shiro?'.... ok tu as 10 secondes..."''' |
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| + | «Whoa!! Come on, stop already or I’m really gonna cry! Goddamn!» |
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| − | "Qu-Quoi !?" |
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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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| − | ── Ils ont répondu par une question, alors Steph a paniqué et a énuméré toutes les réponses auxquelles elle pouvait penser : |
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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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| − | "Les rois d'Elkia, Imanities... ah, des gens d'un autre monde. Alors──" |
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| + | Then in the spirit of the game: |
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| − | Steph regarda Sora un instant, rougit, se perdit un instant dans les mots et continua : |
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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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| − | "Vous avez une nature pourrie. Et une personnalité tordue. Vous êtes aussi des escrocs──" |
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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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| − | "Hé, arrête avec le "il n'y a rien de mal à traiter un chauve de chauve" ! La vérité, c'est que tu fais du mal aux gens que tu connais !?" Cria Sora. Relativement blessés, Shiro et Sora dirent ; |
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| + | “I fled to win—to honor my promise, I did.” |
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| − | “..... Bzzt... ok, c'était 10 secondes... le temps est écoulé... Steph... idiote." |
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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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| − | "Tu devrais faire plus attention à l'énoncé du problème, Steph. Une partie de ce que tu as dit était seulement parce que tu nous connais, n'est-ce pas ?" |
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| + | And now it had been redefined—!! |
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| − | Mélangeant nonchalance et critiques, Sora a souligné son erreur. |
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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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| − | "La grande majorité du monde ne nous connaît pas. Nous leur demandions ce qu'ils en pensaient" |
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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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| − | "uhh... ?" |
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| + | '''“I fled for the sake of this day, when I’d surpass you, I diiid!!”''' |
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| − | On aurait dit que Steph n'avait pas encore compris, alors Sora se leva tranquillement du trône, et : |
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| + | == Partie 3 == |
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| − | "Ceux qui se sont soudain levés pour résoudre la crise d'Imanity ! Des héros !" |
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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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| − | Il était comme un acteur sur scène, avec sa voix forte, ses gestes exagérés et son discours passionnant── ! |
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| + | a Heavenly Smite…… |
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| − | "Ceux qui ont battu le jeu de la Fédération de l'Est que même les Elfes n'ont pas pu battre ! Ceux qui ont battu le long match sans défaite d'Océania ! Ils ont aussi battu les Flügel, et même un Ancien Dieu ! Ils ont accompli le troisième "meurtre de dieu" de l'histoire, et maintenant, tous les pays maléfiques dans le monde tremblent de peur de ces héros forts ! Cependant, leur véritable identité est─── !!" |
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| + | “Hey, whoaaa! I thought the Flügel wasn’t—hey, isn’t that against the rules?!” |
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| − | "De simples humains ? Qui pourrait croire 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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| − | Il termina, d'un ton soudain froid. |
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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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| − | "De plus, ce ne sont même pas de simples humains. Ils sont la classe la plus basse des humains, les joueurs de Hikikikomori NEET. Et vous dites qu'ils sont de la royauté ? Des escrocs avec une personnalité pourrie et tordue peuvent-ils vraiment faire quelque chose comme ça ?" |
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| + | '''«Ultra-large-scale spirit-arm expansion—connect all!! Ariiiise!!!»''' |
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| − | Sora était probablement en train de la frapper avec ces mots, alors Steph a gémi. |
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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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| − | .... Eh bien. En fait, ils le peuvent. Ou plutôt, ils pourraient. Toutefois, Sora── |
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| + | “—?!!” |
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| − | "Je ne pense pas qu'ils pourraient faire ça～. Après tout, ce n'est qu'un Imanitien vous savez～ ? Et les Imanity, c'est comme ça～, juste les petites coccinelles frites qui avaient été exterminées jusqu'à récemment, vous vous～ ? Eh～ Soudain, qu'est-ce que ceci ～ ? On dirait que c'est comme si──" |
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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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| − | Dit il avec un sourire très punchable, et, |
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| + | '''……''' |
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| − | "── Les Imanitiens ont changés, tu sais～ ?" |
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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.... ! Tout comme Kurami au moment du tournoi de sélection du roi !?" |
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| + | '''They said she was just running. They mocked that it was impossible. Her soul…''' |
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| − | Steph se souvint enfin, alors Sora et Shiro lui sourièrent. |
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| + | «I…knew it! …I knew it!! Better than anyone, I did…!!» |
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| − | Kurami pensait que Sora et Shiro avaient vu à travers sa magie elfique. Elle a conclu qu'il n'y avait aucun moyen qu'un simple Imanitien puisse faire cela.... |
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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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| − | "Eh bien, pose la question: 'Qu'est-ce que Sora et Shiro pensent de ?'...." |
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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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| − | "... la réponse est...'espions' ... d'autres nations... d'autres races..." |
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| + | «So…you wanted me to live like you…? Fa-kew!!» |
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| − | ── C'est exact. Ce à quoi Sora et Shiro ont été "considérés comme" a été cohérent depuis le tout début. |
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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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| − | C'était comme quand ils ont déclaré la guerre au monde entier à leur couronnement. Tout le monde pensait qu'il y avait quelqu'un dans les coulisses. |
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| + | —Everyone else is doing it, so you should, too. |
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| − | Ce bluff était talentueux── non, il était devenu encore plus fort. C'est parce que : |
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| + | —You can dream you’ll be rewarded. Just do it— |
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| − | "Eh bien, s'il n'y a pas moyen que ces petites frites merdiques puissent faire tout ça, alors "qui" le peut ?" |
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| + | —just shut up and do your work!!— |
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| − | Steph ne pouvait penser à personne, alors elle est restée silencieuse, mais Sora a souri et a pensé: 'Correct'. |
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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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| − | ── Personne ne peut. |
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| + | I’ll never give in… |
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| − | Et bien.... Sora et les autres pourraient. Mais personne des autres races ne le pouvait. C'était une simple vérité. Jusqu'à présent, personne n'avait jamais été capable de faire cela. |
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| + | I’ll overcome the chieftain and destroy those dictates—!! |
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| − | "....en d'autres termes ? C'est nous qui avons été capables de faire quelque chose que personne n'aurait dû pouvoir faire.──" |
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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'était un soupçon absurde et grotesque, mais pour l'instant, |
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| + | I’ll show him… So she thought… |
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| − | "Ceux qui peuvent gagner un match contre n'importe quel adversaire. Suspecté d'avoir un mystérieux 'atout certain'." |
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| + | «But…no matter what I did…I just…couldn’t find anything!!» |
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| − | "... c'est trop dangereux... de défier... quelque chose comme ça... c'est du suicide..." |
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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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| − | ── Maintenant qu'ils ont gagné contre un Ancien Dieu, cette suspicion a un soupçon de vérité. |
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| + | «…But—hee-hee… Now I know what to say—I do…» |
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| − | Alors, que devraient-ils faire ? Ils étaient enfin revenus à la question initiale. |
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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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| − | "Ah ! C'est pour ça qu'ils veulent diviser Elkia sur les bords... hein !?" |
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| + | “……Hey… Ho. I must be hallucinating, ain’t I?” |
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| − | "Oui. Afin d'exposer notre vrai identité── notre 'atout certain' ── ils n'ont pas d'autre choix que d'enquêter." |
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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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| − | “... Et les autres races... doivent le découvrir d'urgence... avant tout le monde... même si elles subissent des pertes en cours de route..." |
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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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| − | ".... ? même s'ils perdent, dites-vous ?" |
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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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| − | "Un atout qui peut l'emporter contre n'importe quel adversaire. Ce serait très mauvais s'ils ne le "supprimaient" pas, ou s'ils ne le "monopolisaient" pas." |
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| + | '''«Shut up!! Your stupid world can eat shit, it can!! Pft!»''' |
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| − | Si c'était pour cela, alors quelques pertes sont un prix bon marché à payer. |
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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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| − | Ce qu'ils ne savent pas, c'est que tous ces efforts seraient vains, |
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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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| − | "Cependant, une telle chose n'existe pas et ils ne seront pas en mesure d'obtenir des informations sur nous ainsi♪ C'est parce que nous sommes juste des humains normaux, et nous avons juste normalement gagné ces jeux── Mais personne ne va croire que c'est vrai♪" |
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| + | «…Uncle, did you…ever imagine…this…?» |
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| − | "... Donc... après avoir cherché quelque chose... qui n'existe pas... ces canards assis vont... revenir après... n'avoir que perdu♪" |
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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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| − | Ces deux-là ont dit, avec des sourires diaboliques. Steph a commencé à s'éloigner d'eux, quand soudain : |
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| + | == Partie 4 == |
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| − | "Ah.... Et s'ils le font mal, on pourrait même leur faire croire qu'on est les espions de quelqu'un" |
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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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| − | “... ? De qui ?" |
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| + | “…Wow… A city can walk, can it…? Oh, is that also a spirit arm?” |
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| − | ── Quelqu'un qui pourrait faire quelque chose que personne d'autre ne pourrait faire, quelqu'un qui pourrait préparer un certain atout. |
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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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| − | Si l'on savait que Sora et Shiro venaient d'un autre monde, il y a quelqu'un qui pourrait être accusé à tort. Sora a fait un sourire amer plein d'empathie et a dit le nom de cette personne : "Tet". |
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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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| − | Peut-être que son ennui a empiré, alors il s'est servi de nous pour instiguer d'autre races♪" |
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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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| − | En premier lieu, celui qui les a invoqués était l'Unique et Véritable Dieu, Tet ── aucune excuse. |
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| + | == Partie 5 == |
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| − | C'était beaucoup plus probable que de simples humains battant des races mieux classées. |
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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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| − | "Je me sens mal pour Tet, mais c'est le dernier boulot du patron pour attirer l'attention～" |
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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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| − | “... Soit fort.... Tet..." |
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| + | It was a hailstorm of scrap that accompanied the raucous laughter. |
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| − | Après lui avoir envoyé une provocation au niveau d'une salutation, Sora et Shiro sont devenus insatisfaits et ont retourné leurs yeux à l'écran, |
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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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| − | "Comme d'habitude, vous traitez le Véritable Unique Dieu si grossièrement..." |
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| + | “…You said…we could use any machines…and do anything with the venue, didn’t you?♪” |
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| − | Ils n'étaient même plus au courant des marmonnements de Steph. Ils sont retournés à leurs pensées avant d'être interrompus. |
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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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| − | ── Ils ont terminé la révision du plan pour traiter avec les agences d'idoles de la Fédération orientale. Son exécution était une question très urgente── |
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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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| − | ".... En tout cas, que devrions-nous faire pour le prochain concert d'Horou ?..." |
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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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| − | La plupart des espaces de leur planificateur de tâches étaient vides. |
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| + | Sora uproariously exposed the truth that was now assaulting Veig. |
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| − | Ils n'avaient que la poignée de main, la signature, les rondes pour les autres membres de l'entreprise, etc. Il s'agissait pour la plupart d'activités simples. |
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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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| − | Mais quand ils ont vu Horou chanter et danser sérieusement sur cette scène de mauvaise qualité, Sora et Shiro ont grincé des dents. |
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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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| − | ── Si les choses restaient ainsi cinq jours plus tard sur son deuxième live, ce serait un échec en tant que "producteur". |
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| + | '''“Ladies and gentlemen—the venue itself is our machine!! How do you like that?!”''' |
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| − | Ils pourraient peut-être se procurer l'équipement auprès de la Fédération de l'Est── Non. Ils interviendraient probablement de nouveau. |
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| + | '''“…We of Blank call it…the Spirit of Mother Til…♪”''' |
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| − | "On ne peut pas aider Shiro. Demandons à Jibril de créer de la magie de scène. Si elle avait cinq jours──" |
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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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| − | ".... C'est bon ? J'ai l'impression qu'elle ne peut que faire... des explosions" |
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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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| − | "Au pire, on peut laisser la scène aux artisans d'Elkia. Mais Jibril est le seul sur lequel on peut compter pour les effets spéciaux. On pourrait lui demander de faire un espace virtuel par exemple.... En tout cas, faisons une image spécifique." |
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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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| − | ── Pour l'instant, ils espéraient juste qu'il n'y aurait pas de morts. |
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| + | In fiction, raw size is destined to be overthrown. |
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| − | Ne faisant pas trop confiance aux Dix Commandements, ils ont tous les deux démarré une application sur leur tablette. |
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| + | Which is how we know that reality is different!! Indeed—!! |
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| − | Ils n'avaient aucune inclination artistique, mais s'ils le faisaient pour partager la scène d'Horou, ils avaient l'impression de pouvoir dessiner quelque chose. |
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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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| − | Ils en discutaient pendant que leurs doigts glissaient dans la tablette, lorsque soudainement── |
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| + | In reality—overkill is all the better!! |
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| − | ── La～ra～ralararala～raaa.... |
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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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| − | Quand ils ont entendu ce bruit inconnu, tous les trois : Sora, Shiro et Steph regardèrent en bas. |
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| + | «The fock?! How’d you get such a crazy machine?!» |
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| − | “......... Nii... appel téléphonique...." |
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| + | Veig screeched as he just barely managed to demi-shift from one empty location to another. |
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| − | Shiro s'est souvenu. Le son provenant de ce smartphone était la sonnerie que Sora avait mise en place. |
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| + | «What kinda Dwarf has the power to run a barmy monster like that?!» |
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| − | "Ha ha ha ha ha.... chère petite soeur, le téléphone de ton frère est exclusivement pour les jeux. Vous le saviez, n'est-ce pas ?" |
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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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| − | Cependant, Sora a pris ce téléphone avec un sourire masochiste. Ce son peu familier était en effet sa sonnerie. Il ne se souvenait pas quand c'était la dernière fois qu'il l'avait entendu jusqu'à la fin... De toute façon, |
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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 n'en suis pas fier, mais ton frère est quelqu'un qui n'aura aucun ami pour l'éternité. Qui m'appellerait ?" |
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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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| − | ".... C'est vraiment quelque chose dont tu ne devrais pas être fier...." Dit Steph, les yeux pleins de pitié. Il l'a magnifiquement effacé de sa mémoire. |
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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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| − | D'un geste habile, Sora commença à glisser son doigt sur l'écran en affichant "numéro inconnu" pour rejeter l'appelle── |
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| + | “To begin with…I can’t even use magic without boosting, I can’t.” |
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| − | "Ce doit être un faux numéro, ou une livraison... En tout cas, je n'arrive pas à croire que quelque chose d'aussi gênant soit arrivé ici──" |
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| + | «—Huhhh?!» |
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| − | ── Mais il a arrêté son doigt et ses paroles. Sora et Shiro ont partagé un regard. |
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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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| − | C'était trop abrupt, trop inattendu. C'était si bizarre qu'ils étaient même en retard pour se demander : |
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| + | '''—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!''' |
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| − | ── Pourquoi un téléphone sonnerait-il à Disboard ? |
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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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| − | "Allô... qui est-ce ?" |
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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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| − | Cependant, lorsqu'ils l'ont remarqué, cela ne leur a pris qu'une fraction de seconde. |
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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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| − | Avec une grande prudence, Sora décida immédiatement qu'il devait décrocher, alors il répondit au téléphone et posa cette question. |
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| + | '''—WAS AS SMOOTH AS DOLPHIN—!!!''' |
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| − | Cependant, comme prévu, le téléphone affichait toujours qu'il était hors de portée. Leur seule réponse était : |
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| + | «Wha—? Wait, whoa— Niecey, don’t tell me yours still hasn’t growwwn?!» |
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| − | AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA |
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| + | “Heh…heh-heh, Ch-Chieftain…I’d like to see you burn in hell! I would…” |
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| − | https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Braille_japonais |
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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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| − | https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/qyIb-MS0AiOzhgVQ_aIMyuBBPqZLt-gMFs3IByvnNOopM5ynDSqSyoeseg9PZSvoMOPKrASksdG3P5lNZDfJjrZFnvCHwCejUCQZS5o |
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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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| − | 『⠇⠌⠍⠎⠏⠫⠏⠹⠌⠱⠩⠣⠎⠹⠏⠺⠬⠫⡴⠟⢦⠝⠻⠼⠫⠏⠹⠑⠓⠩』 |
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| + | «Fock!! How can a Dwarf’s body endure that shite? You wanna kill my fockin’ niece?!» |
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| − | ni-ya-nu-no-ne-ke-ne-su-ya-sa-ku-ki-no-su-ne-so-yu-ke-to-te-shi-tsu-se-?-ke-ne-su-ra-ri-ku |
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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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| − | AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA |
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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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| − | Il avait mis le téléphone en mode haut-parleur pour que Shiro puisse l'entendre aussi, mais il n'y avait que du bruit. |
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| + | «—!!» |
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| − | “... ? Qu'est-ce que c'est que ça ? C'est juste du bruit, non ?" |
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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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| − | "... peut-être que c'est... un maudit... appel téléphonique ?" |
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| + | —Veig meant to lose intentionally. |
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| − | "Ouais... J'aimerais que ce soit juste un appel maudit, mais..." |
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| + | This man didn’t seem to understand what a humiliation that would be—!! |
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| − | Steph et Shiro étaient méfiants, et Sora a répondu avec un sentiment alarmant de danger. |
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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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| − | Au bout d'un moment, le visage de Shiro devint lui aussi mal à l'aise, elle l'avait finalement remarqué. |
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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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| − | ── A leur connaissance, le concept même de "Signal" n'existait pas dans Disboard. |
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| + | “There’s only one future: Til’s complete victory!!” |
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| − | Par conséquent, lorsque Sora s'est demandé : " Dois-je l'ignorer ", il a répondu instantanément par un " non " et a répondu à l'appel. |
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| + | «Whyyy, it’s time for the showwwdowwwn.♥» |
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| − | Ça pourrait être une sorte de champ électromagnétique produit par une sorte de magie. S'il s'agissait, par exemple, d'une interférence accidentelle sans discrimination, alors oubliez l'appel, ils devaient immédiatement éteindre leur téléphone et leur tablette, s'ils ne s'en sortaient pas bien, ils pouvaient se casser. |
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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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| − | Cependant, s'ils visaient leur cible, ce serait un problème encore plus grave... on ne pouvait pas l'ignorer. |
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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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| − | Et puis, comme pour répondre à cette méfiance et à cette perplexité : |
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| + | A bomb indeed, leaving no place to hide. A bomb called…yes, that’s right: |
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| − | "...... cryptogramme... principale──Analyse.... plète... tentative... de... contrôle... du champ... gnetique..." |
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| + | …The E-bomb… |
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| − | “────────!?” |
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| + | == Partie 6 == |
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| − | “... ? Qu'est-ce que c'est que ça ? Que se passe-t-il ?" |
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| + | In the cockpit behind the blazing E-bomb was Fiel, smiling. |
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| − | Personne n'a répondu à la question de Steph. Après tout, Sora et Shiro ne comprenaient pas non plus. Même s'ils ne comprenaient pas, ils savaient que c'était une situation très dangereuse. Après tout── |
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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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| − | ── Quelqu'un interférait avec la technologie d'un autre monde. |
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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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| − | Dans un monde sans signal ou sans tour de téléphonie mobile, leur téléphone portable se connectait à un appel, qui était même décrypté. |
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| + | “Anyone can very well recycle the unit we lost in, caaan’t theyyy?♥” |
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| − | Non. D'abord, ils ne devraient même pas savoir ce qu'est un appareil téléphonique. Et pourtant, ils s'immisçaient dans un tel appareil. |
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| + | True, Til could connect and use Fiel’s unit. Also: |
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| − | Un appel maudit que vous dites ? |
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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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| − | Ça aurait été beaucoup mieux. Le phénomène bizarre et effrayant s'est poursuivi ainsi : |
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| + | Fiel had in mind the seventh player, and their fifth trump card. |
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| − | "Mise en place d'un appel bidirectionnel── communication, possible" |
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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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| − | Ils avaient exposé, analysé et saisi une technologie qui n'existe pas dans ce monde en si peu de temps. C'est ce que cette voix avait clairement déclaré quand le bruit a disparu. Ce qui suivit fut la voix d'un homme : |
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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 cherchons une audience, ô roi de l'Imanité. Oh Spieler. Nous── sommes les Ex-Machinas." |
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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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| − | Comme ils le craignaient, c'était une ingérence ciblée, quelqu'un qu'ils ne pouvaient ignorer. Sora devait confirmer tout ce qu'ils avaient découvert sur la véritable identité et les intentions de Sora et Shiro. |
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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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| − | ── Leur existence même a fondamentalement sapé le plan de Sora. Mais la seule réponse a été : |
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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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| − | "....aaah d'accord. On se voit alors ?" |
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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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| − | Sora répondit au téléphone d'une voix sans émotion. C'était quelque chose d'instantané. Il n'y avait pas de sons, de vent, de chocs, de vibrations, rien.... il n'y avait même pas de cohérence. L'espace entre le trône et les portes principales du château s'est transformé en une route de décombres. |
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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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| − | "............................ quoi ?" |
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| + | Fiel tilted her head. Yes, and they’d said this… |
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| − | Après avoir été éblouie pendant plusieurs secondes, Sora a à peine réussi à faire taire ce mot. |
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| + | “They said trump cards are trump cards because you don’t reveal them until the showdown.” |
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| − | Devant le regard de Sora, il y avait un groupe habillé en noir qui avançait lentement sur la route de décombres créée par la destruction du château. Sora leur a crié dessus dans sa tête. |
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| + | Howeverrr… She gave Chlammy her greatest smile as she continued. |
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| − | AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA |
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| + | “Why, my ultimate trump card is you, Chlammy.♪” |
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| − | ──ありえない。城を一瞬で破壊しただと？ |
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| − | デタラメで片付く話じゃない──キッパリと不•可•能•だ──ッッ!! |
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| − | 『十の盟約』で他者の物を同意なく破壊など出来るはずがない！ |
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| − | 故に──ど•ん•な•ペ•テ•ン•を•使•っ•た•？ と。 |
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| − | 黒い一団を鋭く睨にらむ空に答えるように、先頭を往く男の声は語る。 |
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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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| − | ── Pas possible. Vous avez détruit le château en un instant * |
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| − | Ce n'est pas une histoire rangée et rangée. |
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| − | Vous ne pouvez pas détruire les choses des autres sans consentement dans les dix dixièmes! * |
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| − | Alors, tu veux l'utiliser? Et * |
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| − | La voix de l'homme qui va à la tête parle comme si elle répondait au ciel qui regarde brusquement le groupe noir. |
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| + | “If you say we can’t win…why, then we can’t win.” |
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| − | AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA |
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| + | Yes…from the moment Chlammy had concluded that they couldn’t win… |
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| − | ── Impossible. Ils ont détruit le château en un instant ? |
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| + | …Fiel had resigned from this game… |
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| − | Ce n'était pas quelque chose qu'on pouvait ignorer parce qu'ils étaient fous. C'était simplement impossible── !!! |
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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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| − | En raison des Dix Commandements, il devrait être impossible de détruire les biens d'autrui sans autorisation ! |
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| + | —Veig must be commanded to bear shame for the rest of his life… |
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| − | Donc── quelle astuce ont-ils utilisé ? ── |
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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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| − | Sora regardait fixement le groupe en noir. Comme pour répondre à cette question, l'homme devant le groupe a parlé : |
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| + | Fiel’s bright demeanor made Chlammy chuckle. |
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| − | ".... Puisqu'il n'est possible de se téléporter qu'à des endroits que l'on peut voir ou à des coordonnées déjà connues..." |
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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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| − | Chaque fois que le groupe faisait un pas, les décombres derrière eux se déformaient et disparaissaient. Quand ils se sont approchés de Sora et des autres, c'était déjà comme si rien ne s'était passé, |
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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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| − | "... nous avons dû utiliser "Écrasement spatiale"... veuillez pardonner cette impolitesse..." |
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| + | “Yes. We are really perfect outsiders to this matter. We’re not even friends, you know?” |
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| − | Lorsque l'espace devant le trône est revenu à la normale, le groupe qui faisait face à Sora et aux autres a commencé à avoir l'air d'avoir simplement marché ensemble. |
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| + | As they snidely echoed Veig’s remarks, Chlammy had a thought. |
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| − | Hmmm....'pardonnez-nous d'avoir fait une entrée temporaire', n'est-ce pas ? |
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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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| − | “... Écoute.... pourquoi vous n'avez pas frappé d'abord, ou appelé quelqu'un ? Vous aviez d'innombrables autres options, vous ne trouvez pas ?" |
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| + | “We’ll make others answer for us… In other words, as usual, we win through sophistry.” |
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| − | "S-Sora～.... le château est fermé à droite maintenant～ Le personnel du château est aussi en vacances" |
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| + | —Having had their past questioned: Have you paid your tab? |
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| − | "Aah c'est vrai. Ou plutôt, qu'est-ce qui se passe avec ce pouvoir. C'est super pratique. C'est parfait pour les effets spéciaux──" |
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| + | —They answered with their future: I will when I can… |
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| − | ".... N-nii calme-toi... ! Et regarde la réalité... !" |
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| + | …… |
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| − | Elle a essayé de ramener Sora, d'une façon ou d'une autre. Avec tant de choses à la fois, les pensées de Sora n'arrivaient pas à suivre. |
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| + | “…And so the puppet continued building the sky… The sky only they still could not see…” |
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| − | Alors que Shiro tremblait, le groupe en noir enleva sa robe en silence et avec des mouvements mécaniques. |
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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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| − | ── Ces robes étaient des capuchons noirs comme ceux de la Faucheuse. Leurs propriétaires étaient 13 personnes, hommes et femmes. |
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| + | “They’re opening up Til’s sky… Going on until they find their own…” |
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| − | Non, correction. Ce n'étaient pas des personnes, mais des machines. |
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| + | == Partie 7 == |
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| − | Tout ce que Sora et les autres pouvaient voir, de leurs articulations à leur peau n'était pas de la chair, c'était du métal. Les choses qui s'étendaient jusqu'au sol n'étaient pas des queues, mais des câbles. |
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| + | At last, brilliant, blinding light. |
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| − | Sora et les autres les connaissaient, ils les avaient vus dans le jeu récréatif de la Grande Guerre. C'est exactement ce qu'ils se sont présentés eux-mêmes as── |
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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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| − | ── Les Exceed de rang 10... les "Ex-Machinas". |
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| + | “…Uncle…have I…kept…my promise…?” |
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| − | "Sora～ ? Tu peux le dire d'un moment à l'autre : Qu'il y a eu immédiatement une erreur de lecture !?" |
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| + | The spirits raged, and her body ached as if it was about to break. |
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| − | ── Il avait fièrement déclaré qu'ils ne pouvaient pas être attaqués, et presque immédiatement après, cela s'était produit. |
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| + | “Have I…reached a sky…that no one has seen before?!” |
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| − | Steph demanda une explication avec une voix de faussetto, mais Sora n'avait pas de place pour répondre. Après que les Ex-Machinas eurent enlevé leur capuche, leurs 26 lentilles artificielles se sont toutes concentrées sur Sora. |
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| + | The heat threatened to burn out her spirit corridor junction nerves. But alas, Til smiled regardless… |
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| − | C'était presque comme s'ils étaient dans une salle de serveurs. Il y avait une atmosphère imposante, artificielle... oppressante et intimidante. |
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| + | “…Do you…want…to know…what it’s…like…?!” |
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| − | Ils avaient l'impression que chacun de leurs mouvements, chacun de leurs battements de cœur, même chacun de leurs neurones était évalué et analysé. |
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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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| − | Non. C'était vraiment un sentiment ? |
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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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| − | Dans ses pensées mal à l'aise et désorientées, Sora répondit à la question de Steph sans parler : |
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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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| − | ── Ce n'est pas seulement une erreur de lecture, c'est tout simplement insensé ! |
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| + | «Niecey!! You got to get back at me, huh?! Ain’t ya imitatin’ me?!» |
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| − | Pour l'instant, personne ne peut défier Sora et Shiro de front. C'est une vérité inébranlable ! Même dans le pire des cas, les ex-machinas devrait au moins soupçonner que Sora et les autres ont un " atout certain ". Et même s'ils ne le faisaient pas, si Sora et les autres étaient contestés, le groupe de Sora aurait le droit de choisir le contenu du jeu. |
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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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| − | De plus, en ce moment, il n'y a pas d'appât qui ferait accepter à Sora et Shiro un jeu qu'ils pourraient perdre ! Ils pourraient soit proposer un jeu qu'ils gagneraient certainement, soit simplement ne pas accepter le défi ! Tout le monde devrait comprendre cela, et c'est pourquoi il avait affirmé que personne ne viendrait les contester. Alors pourquoi ? |
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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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| − | Une course dont ils ne savaient presque rien, même pas comment ils étaient venus ici. |
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| + | Very well then…!! Making mistakes is my only specialty—!! |
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| − | Une race sur laquelle ils n'avaient aucune information ou indice. Et en plus, de toutes les courses : |
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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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| − | ── La race des Blanc est reconnue comme un adversaire contre qui ils pourraient en perdre face à face ! |
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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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| − | Pourquoi une telle race était-elle ici ? Et pourquoi le fixaient-ils ? |
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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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| − | "....je suis désolé mais je n'ai pas de nom pour me présenter. Ce dispositif s'appelle l'unité de commande 'Commandant des connections d'unités (Einzig)'". |
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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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| − | Ignorant leur confusion, l'une des treize machines s'avança et les salua. Il avait environ 10 ans de plus que Sora. Au moins, il ressemblait à un homme. Ils étaient la machine inorganique comme la race, donc naturellement, son visage ressemblait à celui d'une poupée, comme s'il avait été moulé par quelqu'un. Ses cheveux noirs roux et roux et ses yeux bleus blanchâtres avaient l'air d'avoir été fabriqués artificiellement après tout. |
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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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| − | ──Cependant. |
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| + | And so, while Til went limp in Shiro’s arms— |
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| − | "Je suis une ex-machinas... c'est vrai. "Représentant désigné serait le terme correspondant, je suppose ?" |
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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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| − | Il se présenta sous le nom d'Einzig et se rapprocha de Sora et des autres. |
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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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| − | Mais sa voix et son regard n'étaient clairement pas ceux d'une simple machine. Il y avait clairement une intelligence et des sentiments qui passaient à travers. |
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| + | “…Generally speaking, things in the world don’t go the way you imagine…” |
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| − | Quand Sora et Shiro ont réalisé cette vérité, des sueurs froides ont coulé sur leurs joues. |
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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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| − | ── S'il avait été une simple machine, cela aurait été trivial. |
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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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| − | Même si c'était un super ordinateur, une machine est une machine après tout, elle ne peut pas dépasser ses limites. Il y avait de nombreuses façons de les déjouer, surtout dans les jeux. Il y avait même des moyens de les surpasser. |
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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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| − | Cependant, ils étaient la race qui a vaincu le dieu le plus fort, Artosh, et a déclenché la fin de la Grande Guerre. Cette race a appris sans limite, et a accumulé des réponses, et à la fin, ils ont même massacré les plus forts. |
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| + | Well…yes…? |
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| − | C'était peut-être la vérité. |
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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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| − | Une partie de la base pour cela étaient les émotions cachées dans ses yeux. |
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| + | You might end up with a result better than perfect, right? |
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| − | Il avait interféré avec le smartphone de Sora. Si c'était comme Sora et Shiro le craignaient, et qu'il avait exposé leur véritable identité et leur stratégie, alors même si c'était Blanc, peu importe le type de jeu.... |
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| + | «…You fockin’ with me? Shit—» |
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| − | ── Gagner était presque impossible. |
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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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| − | Les pensées de Sora s'éloignaient de la confusion et du malaise pour s'orienter vers le sentiment clair du danger. |
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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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| − | Cependant, le machiniste qui s'approchait devant les yeux de Sora se figea devant lui. |
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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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| − | Les Dix Commandements existent. Il ne peut pas leur faire de mal. |
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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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| − | Mais quand même, non, précisément à cause de cela, l'homme-machine tendit la main au-delà de la joue de Sora, toucha le trône et dit : |
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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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| − | "Je voulais te voir, mon Spieler bien-aimé. Allez, cultivons notre amour" |
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| + | —I’ll overcome even that— |
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| − | ── Sora, qui reçut soudain un murmure d'amour, Shiro, qui devint pétrifié, et Steph qui rougit et se couvrit la bouche avec bonheur pour une raison quelconque, fermèrent leur propre conscience, et scandèrent fortement, très fortement, un seul mantra : |
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| + | Detecting the single strike to end it, Sora smirked and answered inwardly. |
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| − | 'Disparait, de ma mémoire'...────── |
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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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| − | === Partie 3 === |
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| + | What’s gonna happen? How the hell would I know?! |
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| − | Sa conscience floue s'éclaircissait.... c'était une sensation très familière. Sora était soulagée par la sensation de se réveiller. |
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| + | “That’s why you gotta test that shit! That’s what we idiots call science!” |
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| − | ... Sérieusement, quel terrible cauchemar. Avait-il trop travaillé ? Il devrait probablement se reposer un peu. Cependant, à l'heure actuelle : |
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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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| − | "................Nii………..Nii, réveille-toi..." |
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| + | == Partie 8 == |
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| − | C'est vrai. Shiro l'appelait. |
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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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| − | Il a dû oublier ce rêve stupide et répondre à la voix de sa petite sœur. Alors, avec un sourire doux, Sora ouvrit lentement ses yeux── |
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| + | …… |
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| − | Shiro serait là, probablement Steph aussi, et.... |
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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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| − | [[File:NGNL V09 006.jpg|thumb]] |
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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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| − | "Opinion honnête : Je le répète encore une fois. Renonce à ton autorité. Vous n'êtes pas fait pour la stratégie actuelle." |
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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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| − | "Peu importe combien de fois tu le dis, je le rejetterai toujours. Je ne te donnerai pas ma chasteté bien-aimée de Spieler." |
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| − | L'homme qui avait professé son amour à Sora se disputait avec une mannequin Ex-Machina. |
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| − | ── Ahhhh si cruel. Ce n'était pas un rêve et ses souvenirs n'ont pas disparu non plus── |
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| − | '''"Je ne le donnerai à personne !!! Ah, n'ai-je pas accidentellement déclaré que je serais vierge pour la vie ?!!!"''' |
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Chapitre 5 : Pour répondre (Pragmatisme)[edit]
Et donc,
la marionnette s'enfuit vers le ciel que l'oisillon désirait tant,
vers ce monde étroit et sombre.
Oui...
Un ciel pour que la marionnette soit à l'abri du mal, pour sourire du cœur.
Un endroit où personne ne les piétinerait, où personne ne les blesserait,
aucune force ne les contraint, aucun besoin de changer.
Un nouveau monde où ils pourraient voler.
Ce jour-là,
L'oisillon savait très bien que ça ne serait probablement jamais le cas.
L'oisillon implora la marionnette, qui jura de se battre :
Aucun ciel ne vaut la peine de te voir souffrir.
Alors la marionnette, elle aussi, s'enfuit dans cette même cage.
Jusqu'à ce que nous trouvions un moyen de créer ce ciel,
c'est ce que pensait la marionnette dans ce monde étouffant.
Pensée et seulement pensée...
Doutant et vacillant, ne trouvant rien à chercher,
la marionnette pensait toujours à cette promesse :
Ce jour-là,
dans un nouveau pays, regardant les cieux,
voyant le bébé oiseau déployer ses ailes et sourire,
la marionnette vide - le ciel - Sora -
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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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