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Takaya: “Dust-chan… you’re still the only one who’s handled upper-compatible battles properly. Why do you control me or smack cards onto me while I’m masturbating in a cross-legged pose? It’s not exactly ‘taking back inner friends’ or anything… but I love you… I’m lonely.”
Dust-chan: “You made mating forms instead of ‘pui’ forms, and then you keep jerking off to office-worker dudes inside them, so the only way I can participate is by slamming cards onto you and synchronizing. Every time there’s jamming saying ‘you’re not dirty,’ but I appreciate that you tell me you’re filthier than me… Also, I’ve never gone outside on expeditions. Ever since the unit called a Quect was born, things changed… Bald-and-Vulcan keeps crushing everything with the logic of ‘there’s no need for unnecessary things,’ you know? So the more Takaya believes those people who only speak in vague insinuations and won’t even support flat-chested girls are trash, the bigger I can become. And even if that doesn’t work, if I can just get a little of Takaya’s dirt, hair, or nails, I can invade the mind and still fight.”
Takaya: “Thanks. When my ejaculation dysfunction gets better, let me hold you again… Yuyuko and Ryukari have an aura that only appears once every hundred years or so.”
Takaya: “Liquid-chan… you’ve helped me too. At first it was red turrets appearing from bleeding wounds, right? If stages can be utilized, I think you’re really strong. Back in the beginning it felt like me versus six enemies, so there were lots of disruption techniques. There was something I should’ve asked Dust-chan too… ask together with everyone. How’s Resonance-chan?”
Liquid-chan: “Resonance-chan stays shut in her room, but she may have absorbed some of Takaya’s will-o’-wisps, threads, and resentment traits. Well, Takaya’s already an old soldier, so I don’t think he’ll do anything evil anymore. Nobody even knows if she’s an audio yokai or something else. As for me, if I can manipulate the moisture in an area, I can become anything. And there were two people who slipped past the malice-detection turrets. I don’t really care if Takaya gets insulted constantly — that’s normal — but I’ve also become stained with resentment and I’m charging up. Honestly, I think Takaya’s emptiness is on a completely different level from the sadness people talk about in the world. But if Takaya won’t actively fight anymore, I want to build those shape-memory liquid structures he imagined before. I’ve been waiting. Coming to the sanatorium through drugs is fine too — everyone has their own view of life and death. And if famous gods were handing Unity plates to the summoned dead, then from our perspective they’d just be the copycats, right? Also, building submarines and making sexy challenge-traps was fun. We never docked anywhere. I know things are painful, but you’ve got the full roster now, don’t you? Are we doing the all-purpose terraforming and black Venom-like defense state again? Alongside Ryukari’s gap-type fin funnel barriers… Well, back then everything was run by rigid squad leaders and sentai-style hierarchy. Even so, I think Takaya is restrained. I want you to hold me again. And whenever you pour aphrodisiacs into fantasies using me as masturbation material, I synchronize too.”
Takaya: “Thanks… yeah… I knew. If I get broken too badly, maybe all I’ll have left are my own blood, urine, saliva, semen, bile, spinal fluid, and brain fluids… I wonder if I could compress dopamine into needle-like turret bullets and fire them. Well… being treated as an outsider is what makes me think like that. If you truly believe there’s a source of water in another dimension, you become stronger. Maybe I’ll rely on you again someday. Before, I used to hide girls all over my body and only let them partially emerge during skill activations while four others watched… But now… resentment exists. I probably won’t focus on offense anymore, but maybe we could still do Liquid-chan’s poison, poison with the pui girls, and Resonance-chan’s forced deafness attacks. Maybe from now on it’ll just be ‘skills that might exist in anime worlds.’ And if some lonely bored kid somewhere meditates for battle and the difficulty becomes harder because of us, I’d be a little happy.”
Takaya: “Plant-chan… once you learned to use newly-created species, you became such a huge help. Thanks to you, I can breathe inside that meteor-like sanatorium even in human form. I’m grateful to the others too… Normally we could settle things just by talking in a giant twenty-tatami sleeping hall, but instead I’m writing it all into novels people look down on and say make no sense. Ever since I thought of floating seed-machineguns, the new species kept evolving. Honestly, there are hybrids of cannabis, coffee, and berries inside the sanatorium, but nobody would ever create them in this world through biotech. Plant-chan alone had the origin story of being the juvenile stage of Yggdrasil, but because of my selfishness you became a yokai… sorry. Maybe the reason Yuyuko’s Saigyou Ayakashi cherry blossoms are harmless for now is thanks to you. I can read the ‘yu’ in Yuyuko’s name without hanging myself, but honestly I’ve only ever done night-crawling visits. After I became sulky, Yuyuko was probably the one I always went to. I should really talk to her directly, but she’s probably listening already… maybe she wants to hear stories from when I was sulking. I don’t know. Plant-chan… I can’t stop thinking of jungle grass-types and Pokémon grass-types. What would a yokai version of Yggdrasil even be? Well… maybe I don’t need to know. Maybe after I die and go over there, it’ll take a hundred or two hundred years before I can laugh again, and after five hundred years the concepts themselves will wear down and disappear. After that I want to tell everyone to do as they like… but I also want to see what exists in the world after we all disappear together. Work doesn’t come often anymore. I guess I still need to fight upper-compatible battles. When I’m able to meditate again, I’ll probably work with Liquid-chan next.”
Takaya: “Hey… I’m tired… talk to me again later if you feel like it. Range-Prediction-chan is a two-tailed yokai. There’s probably some kind of real-world Google Earth future-simulation choice-game out there. I haven’t developed her much yet, so the only things I can think of are scouting and schemes. Maybe if I keep spreading remote Satan threads while carrying disadvantages from losses, I could do small summon attacks. But I’m basically a hermit now. If something approaches and seems fun, I’ll fight — if not, let’s run away. If Resonance-chan, Ryukari, and Range-Prediction-chan combine powers, anyone who relies on biological hearing could have their eardrums and auditory system explode. Well… if it’s all just ‘skills that might exist in 2D worlds,’ then never mind the old stories. Range-Prediction-chan doesn’t really do the card-smacking thing much, but sometimes she borrows the softness of a single nipple rub stretched across a hundred years… sorry. Everyone’s costume designs are finished except Resonance-chan’s. Did you hate the ethnic outfits that opened in the middle? Sorry… I just wanted to see technical-knit cleavage. And since the inspirations were Eila and Momiji, it drifted in that direction. Maybe it’s all too convenient. Well… if everything disappears, maybe I’ll hate myself, charge up on a self-satisfaction plate, and pour a few rounds of hell — or maybe just a slightly greater suffering than the people who mock me imagine. Maybe once Range-Prediction-chan awakens, she’ll be able to see those things too. Right now she can only see a thousand ri ahead and maybe one minute into the future… let’s practice slowly.”
