" 'I haven't the slightest interest in anything except you, brother.' "
"Who said that?"
There's No Meaning to It
(Stage 04 Open 04/15 16:03)
"I bind this covenant of blood in the name of The Spirit of Fluttering 'Yellow' Gills that Rules the Heavens (s – a – so – voz – tix – ei – yw – za), one of the Three which manage and guide the summoning ceremony. You are of human flesh with a proper heart and soul, yet from this moment onward, you shall be a limited vessel that can hold all things."
"You shall be a lord of emptiness that uses the power filling you to at times bend the laws of this world."
"So I shall prepare this vessel. I am a summoner, unable to leave the world of man, yet a symbol of haughty intellect that uses power from beyond the world of man to guide the world of man to the next age!!"
Shiroyama Kyousuke's contract with Higan had been stolen in an irregular fashion, so he had restored it to its proper form.
He had already discussed this with her sister Renge.
"I think we would both be in agreement that we need to search for every possible means of saving her."
"Get to the point."
"Which one of us can make better use of Meinokawa Higan as a vessel? If you want to increase her odds of survival as much as possible, then I want you to hand her over to me."
He felt that was an inhuman opinion.
He was basically telling her to butt out when her sister was in great need.
Even so, he forced it through.
That was why he was known as Alice (with) Rabbit.
"Fwahh… I-I'm finally back in my shrine maiden outfit."
Below the countless crisscrossing bridges of Toy Dream 35, cruisers and boats were moored in the evening sunlight. There, Higan lightly patted the waist of her shrine maiden outfit.
To her, that was likely about as important as the fate of the world that hung in the balance
"B-but where are we going to sneak in? Guard of Honor's headquarters is located in those staff-only passageways covering this city like a spider web, right? Doesn't that mean any part of this thirty kilometer square city is a candidate?"
According to Aika, the passageways covered a combined total of three million kilometers. One could not cover all of that in a lifetime while wandering around randomly.
"There are entrances everywhere." Kyousuke did not sound worried. "And even if this looks like an over-the-top setup with a complex ceremonial process, it's really just a treasure hunting game set up by her and her love for being in love. There's no meaning to it. So I'm betting the first place that comes to my mind will be the right place. That's just how it's set up."
He did not need any obvious evidence.
His confidence came from the long time they had spent together.
"W-we have to do everything we can," said Higan. "They'll finish in three hours and then uncontrollable Materials will pour out, swallow up the people of this city, and wreak havoc on the entire world. We have to do something."
"Yes. But to be honest, fighting the White Queen is more than enough of a threat on its own. Going up against her at full power is more frightening than fighting a million summoners."
"The White Queen…"
"Is it still a shock?"
"Yes. Of course it is. But we have to do something… If the White Queen will really bring that kind of catastrophe, um, we can't just ignore it."
Higan sounded more sad than afraid, but that may have been because she did not directly remember the White Queen's violence.
She had managed to shake free of her dependence, but that likely had nothing to do with herself. It would have more to do with seeing the painful-looking injuries left on her sister's body.
"Fortunately, Guard of Honor's Sewn Realm Summoning is apparently full of holes. The White Queen's perfection is unstable and she might have a few extra vulnerabilities. It looks like there might be something we can take advantage of."
That was not a lie.
However, there was something Shiroyama Kyousuke was not telling Higan.
"This is the only way."
A certain girl had literally tried to chop up and sell her body to protect her family.
"Thanks to this, the normal theories of organ transplants don't apply."
She could have run away if she had wanted to. If she had given up on this one thing, she would have been free to live a completely different life. But out of those infinite possibilities, she had chosen death in order to protect her sister.
"Why not? I'm a Joruri Method machine while she's human. Protecting her is my only reason to continue functioning. The optimal answer is right before my eyes. We don't need to bet on the ridiculous possibility of defeating the White Queen. I can save her like this! So…!!"
That was beautiful, but it had to be mistaken. Just like a sculpture that ignored proper anatomy in order to increase the apparent beauty, it was praiseworthy but wrong.
So Shiroyama Kyousuke had broken her heart for his own convenience. And he had drawn a certain word out of her.
"If you think you can help us, then prove it!!!!!"
"…"
Kyousuke lightly cracked his neck.
He shifted his focus from inward to outward.
"Now, let's get started."
"Wh-what exactly are we going to do? Guard of Honor is a collection of summoners powerful enough to face the aces of Government, Illegal, and Freedom head-on, right? And they even have a Repliglass army. A direct attack on them would turn into a real war, wouldn't it?"
"I have an idea."
Higan heard a thunk. It was the sound of Kyousuke lightly kicking something in the evening road.
She hesitantly looked down.
It was a Horseshoe Crab.
It was a cutting-edge amphibious Repliglass soldier with a giant hemisphere of armor on its back.
Including the tail, it was about four meters long. It was one of the things Kyousuke had fished up while scouting out their strength. An unarmed boy could not defeat that cutting-edge weapon covered in a shell and artificial muscles made of silicon. But if he threw an Incense Grenade into the center of the enemy formation, a great number of guards would notice and it would cause a huge commotion.
However, that had not been enough for Shiroyama Kyousuke to give up.
He had started by spotting a single Repliglass soldier carelessly moving out alone on the very edge of their patrol route. He had then walked right up to it and thrown the Incense Grenade backwards.
The Artificial Sacred Ground had opened with its outside edge just two meters ahead of Kyousuke. He accurately brought in that nearest Horseshoe Crab without including any of the other guards. The surprised target had tried to fight back with its close-range weaponry, but Kyousuke had already been automatically moved back to the center of the Artificial Sacred Ground. Then, as the Horseshoe Crab stared in confusion at the spot where its target had dodged with inhuman speed, he had used his Blood-Sign to summon the weakest and simplest Material and quickly defeated it. He had dumped the defeated Horseshoe Crab into the ocean directly below the bridge and then collected and towed it away using the cruiser he had waiting in case he needed to flee.
It had been over in less than five seconds after the Artificial Sacred Ground had opened.
They would almost certainly have seen that two meter glowing cube from the outside, but it had only lasted five seconds, there was no report of an intruder or a battle, and searching the scene would turn up nothing.
A group that takes in so many summoners would first assume an Incense Grenade had gone off by accident. Of course, if they checked the reports of all the summoners working for Guard of Honor, they would eventually find out that no one had done that. However, it would take some time before that happened.
Finding a definite hole was easy, but checking to see if "no one did anything" required going through what every single report said and deciding if they were telling the truth or not.
"Either way, they'll get suspicious as time goes on and this Horseshoe Crab doesn't make its periodic reports. It doesn't really matter if they figure it out sooner or later. We just have to get in before that."
Kyousuke calmly answered Higan who looked worried.
She nervously peered at the unmoving Horseshoe Crab.
"There's, um, a bunch of stuff underneath that shell, isn't there? …I don't know what it's all called though."
There was indeed a Gatling gun made for underwater use, a super-high temperature saber that reached temperatures of five or six thousand degrees using a plasma jet also made for underwater use, and amphibious guided weaponry. A specialist in that sort of thing would probably have been drooling if they saw all that cutting-edge technology, but that was not Kyousuke's focus.
"So it's completely reliant on the detachable visor during night battles. Infrared, ultraviolet, ultrasound visualization, and light amplification… It combines them all into a single grayscale image. It looks like a modified version of the Quad Motors CE-30."
Summoners and Material did not appear on mechanical sensors when the Incense Grenade was in effect. The visor was detachable so they could switch between the naked eye and the mechanical sensors.
After checking over the equipment, Kyousuke grinned.
"I think we can use this."
"H-how?"
"One: the advantage of numbers doesn't really apply in summoner battles unless it's a large battlefield like a desert or plain. If you can build up a high-level Material with a Chain, you can defeat all of the others that have to start from scratch."
He bent another finger down as he continued.
"Two: Summoners can bend the laws of physics, but even they have to follow a few steps to summon a Material. To put that another way, they're almost completely helpless if you can seal off those steps."
At that point, he asked a sudden question.
"Just to be sure, you don't have glaucoma, do you?"
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The place looked like giant ruins from the BCE period.
There were disaster-relief waterways that gathered the rainwater, subway tunnels, and passageways for buried high-voltage lines and high-speed communication lines. The underground area of this great city was a collection of cutting-edge technology, yet people viewed it just like ancient ruins.
In the end, the awed fear of giant structures beyond an individual's understanding remained unchanged in the modern era.
Uniquely Selfless stood in one of those sealed areas that overwhelmed everyone who saw it.
She had already abandoned the name of Freedom Award 954, L.D. 250. She had also been a part of Government and Illegal in the past, but she had repeatedly abandoned her past to move ever onward and forward.
She had even lost the ability to think of those things as abandoned.
So she had nothing.
"Point 13: nothing to report."
She was in her early twenties, her long hair was tied back, and she wore a cheap track suit. She wore no real makeup. Just like a shut-in who had forgotten how to interact with other human beings, she had lost any distinction between at-home clothes and outside clothes and she essentially wore pajamas year-round. Although it was impressive in a way that she could still attract others despite completely losing the ability to focus on herself as an individual.
"Do we really need to make these periodic reports, Uniquely Selfless?" she asked.
"How are we supposed to know who you're talking to? Maybe we should have at least added numbers to the end."
"It doesn't matter who I'm talking to as long as I get the right answer."
"I suppose that's true."
This was a giant tomb surrounded by thick concrete in every direction. Uniquely Selfless sat on a pile of construction materials and spoke with another Uniquely Selfless over her cellphone.
All the while, she looked down at the countless Repliglass soldiers, those giant bugs wriggling down below.
"Periodic reports are the standard for guards. We can't rely on mechanical cameras and sensors when an Incense Grenade is active, so a report from a physical voice is all we can use."
"Ha ha. But these phones are mechanical, aren't they? We can't use them if we're swallowed up by an Artificial Sacred Ground."
"Yes, but then we will notice the lack of periodic reports. We would be unable to detect a summoner's attack if we only had you call in during an emergency."
That textbook answer led Uniquely Selfless to briefly recall someone.
However, she could not remember who they were or which of the three major powers they were from.
Everything from her past was simply placed under the category of "the past". Both the living and the dead.
"Hey, who do you think will be first?"
"It doesn't matter who."
"Government, Illegal, and Freedom… None of them are functioning at the moment and none of them is a match for us. Out of the 450 we instructed, at least 70 of them rose to the higher 800s, so we can survive even a full-on war."
Her use of the word "war" was no laughing matter.
By making Incense Grenades from wood and glass, they could be carried in secret and slip past metal detectors and searches. If anyone looked away for just a second, they would be completely forgotten. All cameras and sensors for defenses and guided weaponry were useless inside an Artificial Sacred Ground. With the protective circle, they were immune to all kinds of firepower. If they continued a Chain at length, they could continue their paranormal battle without resupplying.
Simply put, heading out with a party like this, they could reach the president of a great nation. Before the so-called "industry rules" had been created, wars meant to target and kill just the top commander had been quite common.
So to Uniquely Selfless, her enemy would be nothing more than someone who had disappeared into the past.
Whoever arrived first, it would be nothing more than someone whose name and face she could not remember.
A moment later, all of the lights went out at once.
The giant windowless structure felt like ancient ruins. Darkness filled every inch of the space, as if to remind her this was a thick concrete tomb.
At the same time, she heard a quiet yet solid sound. It came from the cellphone held to her ear, and it was the sound of the LCD backlight breaking. It seemed to have been pierced by something sharp, not hit by a blunt object.
With every light source gone, true darkness reigned.
She heard someone breathing nearby.
She reached for an Incense Grenade on reflex, but then she remembered something.
If she could not see her target with the naked eye, the Incense Grenade would not create an Artificial Sacred Ground.
Even with someone right in front of her eyes, there was nothing she could do if she could not see!
"Wait…"
She had not given any thought to this possibility she had buried in her past.
A dull sound burst out as killer intent rushed out to surround the entire area.
Kyousuke felt his enemy's defeat through the Blood-Sign he had thrust out like a spear.
The summoner had been crushed.
But there was still the vessel and the countless Repliglass soldiers.
"(Hurry!!)"
He gestured to Higan and ran through the dark.
Yes, he gestured.
They did not need to defeat all of the enemy soldiers. Their top priority was reaching the deepest area where the White Queen's Sewn Realm Summoning was being carried out. The two of them slipped past the Repliglass soldiers as they ran.
Those soldiers armed with cutting-edge weapons pulled down their visors for night-vision the instant their own vision went dark. They also turned their heads toward the footsteps.
But they could not "see" Kyousuke and Higan.
However, Kyousuke doubted this cheap trick would last for long.
"(We need to slip past as many as we can while this confusion lasts!! Unnecessary fighting will only use up what time we have!!)"
They moved from the giant stone tomb to a narrow passageway and ran down a stairway with a metal pipe railing forcibly attached. They ran into a few two meter Repliglass soldiers that resembled praying mantises or pill bugs on the way. Normally, they would have had difficulty with those monsters that could crush an armored car and dig through a concrete wall, but they slipped right past them and kept running. Their progress was oddly smooth.
They continued down, down, down, and down.
There were no windows and no sunlight reached them. Partially thanks to that, they gradually lost track of whether they were currently above or belowground.
It felt like a Mobius strip or a Klein bottle.
They were gradually afflicted by a sense that they were plunging into some alternate world removed from reality.
There was great confusion.
But as soon as new footsteps rang through the large transformer substation, the summoner Uniquely Selfless did not hesitate to shout out.
"Fire at those footsteps!!"
A deluge of gunfire burst from the walls and ceiling. That was not due to echoes. The giant bug Repliglass soldiers really were clinging to those surfaces.
The intense strobe light of their disturbed vision showed something fluttering through the air.
It was a gray plastic sheet about the size of a blanket.
(The bugs' night vision visors use grayscale, don't they? So just like the color red vanishes under a red light, their vision is weak to the right form of gray. So that's why the intruders have slipped past before the Repliglass can react.)
But now they had lost their means of camouflage.
Uniquely Selfless called out again.
"This summon-sealing darkness means they can't use their summoning ceremony either! Your bullets will reach them now!!"
Countless gunshots and explosions followed.
And that was why Uniquely Selfless was so slow to notice the much smaller bursting sound hidden behind the deluge of noise. Specifically, the sound of someone throwing an Incense Grenade.
"Hang on…wait…"
Uniquely Selfless's voice trembled in the darkness.
He had heard the characteristic sound of bullets being deflected by a protective circle and felt the sensation of something wrapping around himself.
"How can you summon Material here? You created this darkness! You need to see your target with the naked eye rather than mechanical night vision just as much as we do! Otherwise you can't open an Artificial Sacred Ground!!"
He received no answer.
The true darkness was torn apart by the explosion of scarlet lines and broken music created by the summoning ceremony's Petals.
One of them could use it and one could not. The difference that created was demonstrated with overwhelming destruction.
As reports came in of the battle lines crumbling one after another and panicked voices reached her ears, Azalea Magentarain sighed with the old butler by her side.
"I see. So that's his trick."
She understood it now, but it was too late to pass the information along. The enemy had already broken through. On top of that, the attacker was not serious about this. He was only using the trick to gain as much ground as he could.
Which meant…
"Milady."
"Yes. Get everything ready for me."
A deep sound, much like a giant drumbeat, reverberated more in her gut than her ears.
This was two hundred meters below Toy Dream 35. Pure white bubbles filled the inside of the giant spherical bacteria pool created from silicon as a Repliglass water purifier.
"At this rate, he will definitely make it here. When you get down to it, greater numbers mean nothing in a battle between summoners."
She grabbed a few reels of ribbons.
"It would seem we need to crush him ourselves."
Shiroyama Kyousuke's vision was dazzled among the strobe light of so much gunfire. The protective circle defended against all paranormal and physical phenomena now that he had summoned a Material, but anything that did not threaten his life would pass through the protective circle's filter. There was nothing he could do about this.
"(Dammit. So our trick isn't going to get us any further. Higan, we'll have to force our way with a Chain from here on!!)"
It was too dark to see even the hand in front of one's face with the naked eye.
However, they could not use the summoning ceremony when relying on mechanical night vision equipment either.
So how had Kyousuke and Higan conquered that darkness and summoned a Material?
The answer was quite simple.
"Um… Are these eye drops?"
"They contain homatropine, a parasympathetic nerve blocker. It's an over-the-counter drug you can buy at a train station drugstore, but I had Lu-san's help concentrating it a fair bit. It's a mydriatic…which, simply put, causes your pupil to dilate unnaturally wide."
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"Basically, it gives you really good night vision, but in exchange makes you more susceptible to camera flashes and the like. Anyway, you don't have any eye diseases like glaucoma, do you? This is a concentrated version of a drug you can't give people who have things like that."
They only put the special eye drops in one eye.
As soon as they were swallowed up by the dance of gunfire, he squeezed the one eye shut and switched to using the other one, but that did not entirely eliminate the effect.
Still, he ignored it.
He shook off the sharp headache stabbing into the core of his head and they took out more and more of this normally unbeatable firepower.
They kept the Chain going and kicked through the thick door leading even deeper.
But then…
"…Ugh!?"
His mind was shaken.
For just a brief moment, Shiroyama Kyousuke's "awareness" grew distorted.
First, there was an overwhelming light. The underground structure had been like a construction zone with the power cut off, but this large area was filled with old-fashioned lights such as gas lamps, candles, and chandeliers. Those directly disturbed the eye he had used the eye drops on.
Second, it was an utterly luxurious palace.
It was so very unlike the exposed concrete from before. It was filled with so much gold and art from all around the world that he could hardly believe this was more than fifty meters underground. It felt like that door had led into another world. Kyousuke's brain was shaken as if in a waking dream and he completely forgot where he was and why he was here.
Lastly, there was a giant spherical container.
The ten meter sphere bubbled near the ceiling of that palace and it shined like a star. It was filled with a white bubbling liquid and it just barely retained some traces of its original form as a bacteria pool using Repliglass technology.
"Oh, my."
And that slight pause was a fatal lag when it came to first-rate summoners.
"So it comes down to this in the end, does it? Well, if this world revolves around Her Majesty, I suppose this makes sense."
She would have been absorbed by the Chain-state Artificial Sacred Ground regardless, but she still threw her own Incense Grenade. It was likely a symbol much like throwing a glove at him. The noble blood in her veins had wanted a way to signal the beginning of this duel.
And Azalea did not care about the handicap created by the cost difference in the Material already built up in the Chain.
She had her non-consuming strategy that created an endless loop of her White Thorns with incredible speed and precision.
She could immediately catch up and surpass that difference.
A gorgeous ribbon wrapped around in midair to form a long rod.
With her Blood-Sign in hand, the young lady spoke directly below the unique bacteria pool that resembled a giant crystal ball.
"Now, how about we settle this? You or me? Which servant can move closest to Her Majesty and which one is most worthy of her deep love!?"
"Un."
A clear voice filled the air.
The White Thorns launched from the Blood-Sign collided precisely three times with the walls, floor, decorations, edges of the Artificial Sacred Ground, and the low, middle, high, and lowest sound Petals to draw a variety of different squares and accurately return to her.
"Deux."
It was not quite a dance.
Nor was it like a circus act.
The many White Thorns were released one after another to draw different squares and different loops in a process that accurately built up her Material at great speed. Azalea viewed it like a Gatling gun.
The structure was simple, so there was no fear of error.
The amount was great, so it could break through any obstacle.
"Trois."
There was a deafening deluge of noise. The bright red dance of light and chaotic deluge of noise were the song of a mad god that desired war and bloodshed. Azalea's Material normally would have been easily crushed by the difference in cost level, but it caught the giant claws rushing at it. It stopped them. It endured them. And all the while, it was being built up further. It grew stronger and greater and would soon catch up.
Azalea had the Crimson Calamity of Countless Bestial Heads (nic – a – zx – a – c – ei – tf – b – qux – wzb – a – hatl).
Countless red eyes glowed from a hideous ball-like Material made from dozens of dragon and beast heads, each over a meter tall. Each mouth produced a shockwave-like roar that evenly crushed all foreign objects in its territory.
Shiroyama Kyousuke had the SSC for Puppet #2000 (yi – a – ns – ou – wh – ia – iu – seb – e – hig – o – sd – c – li – dr – oq).
The giant empty armor was controlled by invisible threads attached across its body and two red lights escaped from gaps in the armor like eyes. The twenty meter monster was inorganic, yet it gave off a bestial odor and tore its prey's internal organs to shreds using sharp claw- and fang-like protrusions. It was simple yet effective, so "as long as it could get close", it could tear open an aircraft carrier's flight deck like a can.
But.
There was little meaning in describing the details of their Materials.
Before it even reached its perfect form, Azalea's Material changed form. It never obtained a stable body, so it almost looked like a melting amorphous stew.
(Normal people might be able to frighten their opponent by taking slow shots and letting them see the result.)
This was Azalea Magentarain, who had once been known as Golden Luxury.
(But my Gatling gun readily destroys the concept of numbers. Cheap, plentiful, and certain. In the face of an "army" that washes away the "individual", the skills and strategies of a single summoner are meaningless.)
She was certain of her victory. The elegant young lady licked her lips as she manipulated her Blood-Sign.
The cost difference had vanished.
The puny savings and tiny handicap were no help when it came to stopping Azalea.
From here on, it was her turn to drive out Shiroyama Kyousuke.
But something odd happened.
With a pleasant sound, a White Thorn flew in the wrong direction.
"Wha-…?"
All of the Thorns should have been moving in square paths to accurately return to her. They would never vanish while her stock naturally replenished itself. That should have allowed her ferocity to grow as time passed.
But a slight fray caused it all to fall apart.
The flying White Thorns were sent off course. The amount returning to her shrank. The speed of her Material's growth dropped and the advantage of the Gatling gun-like quantity collapsed.
(What happened…?)
She was baffled, but her mind worked furiously to analyze the situation. She reached calculation speeds rivalling a ballistic prediction program and concluded that the mistake had not come from her.
But the fact remained that her Gatling gun system had failed.
Which meant…
"What did you do? What did you do to me!?"
Azalea shouted in anger but also attempted to bring back the accurate movements of her Blood-Sign. Sometimes she successfully completed the White Thorn loop and other times it flew off in the wrong direction. Overall, "something" was tripping her up, but she could not figure out what that was. The situation simply continued.
Meanwhile, Shiroyama Kyousuke adjusted his grip on his Blood-Sign and responded calmly.
"It's true that infinite loop technique will sweep you away if you face it head-on. If I took aim at each individual White Thorn, well, I'd probably never fill the cost gap."
Yes.
That was how it was supposed to work.
What made no sense was Kyousuke's unconcerned expression. He should have been sweating bullets with a look of despair as he saw his Material chewed to pieces by the overwhelming cost gap. That was how the equation was set up. Just as one plus one was two, no other result should have been possible!
"But that accurate square loop is a simple structure. You bounce the White Thorn off of the wall, floor, ceiling, decorations, furnishings, Petals, White Thorns, or edges of the Artificial Sacred Ground three times to continually draw that rectangle. That's really all it is."
It was a simple and basic structure, but that did not mean it was stale.
It was the same idea as a trustworthy weapon having been simplified to the point that it would not malfunction.
But at the same time…
"If the structure is simple, it's also easy to mess with. You send out a ton of White Thorns and open up the cost gap with overwhelming speed, but as long as I can escape the panic that brings, it isn't that difficult to think up a way to bring an end to your undefeated legend."
"And I'm asking what exactly that is!!"
"You still haven't figured it out? There was likely a hint in the chaos that Guard of Honor caused before we even met."
Azalea strongly reminded herself that she could not let her thoughts go blank.
She began to suspect that her opponent's words were no more than a form of psychological warfare meant to keep her from thinking.
But…
"April 14, 10:30 PM. Block R's harbor region was overrun with the Divine-class Materials you set loose: Fafnir and Yamata-no-Orochi… At several dozen meters tall and twice the height of a gantry crane, their ferocity must have looked like hell on earth. But that brings a certain question to mind."
"…"
"They were too big. The Artificial Sacred Ground is initially a cube with twenty meter sides, but you'd have a hard time fitting Fafnir or Yamata-no-Orochi in there. At the very least, they wouldn't be able to fight. So how were those Divine-classes being used so effectively?"
"You…can't mean…"
"The Artificial Sacred Ground can grow under certain conditions. It's probably based on the size of the largest Material inside it. And you use all the obstacles inside to set up your loops. In that case, obstructing you couldn't be easier. I just have to change the size of my Material again and again, which changes the size of the Artificial Sacred Ground each time. …Those "moving walls" are all it takes to overturn your accurate calculations."
That was all it took.
"I've managed to gather a bit of information on a celebrity like you. Government Award 930, Golden Luxury. You specialize in high-speed battles in complex areas such as cities or inside buildings. Is that why you'd never really thought about it? Because you generally use the building walls and ceiling rather than the edges of the Artificial Sacred Ground?"
But an excellent weapons developer like Azalea knew first hand not to underestimate simple things and simple structures. She would come up with a countermeasure for his countermeasure. If she did not pour her all into thinking up a way to crush "that", she would simply be cornered.
She adjusted her grip on her Blood-Sign and used the solid sensation on her fingertips to restructure her mental combat manual. She recovered her fighting spirit from the confusion.
"Tch!! Then I just have to take back the right to determine the Artificial Sacred Ground's size for myself. If I always summon a bigger and larger Material, I can maintain control!!"
"Perhaps. But surely an expert like you knows how risky it is to continually choose Materials based on their appearance rather than their sound or cost. Head that route too easily and I'll bite back immediately. I'm already prepared to do just that."
"…!! Then I only have to complete my loops without using the edges of the Artificial Sacred Ground!!"
"Perhaps. But reducing your freedom will trip up your high-speed tactics. If it isn't too fast for me to react, there are all sorts of things I can do."
"———————!!!!!!"
His spoken provocations were proven in actual battle.
They both sent out their White Thorns, but Azalea's lacked their former brilliance. Kyousuke's did not provide an overwhelming threat, but she could tell he was gradually nipping at her heels. Her position reminded her of the fallen royalty, whose blood flowed in her veins, when they had been dragged down by the people in a revolution.
That was a mistake.
A moment later, Kyousuke's speed surpassed hers with a deafening noise.
"Ah…?"
Even if it had declined, her square loop Gatling system was still active. She believed her inferior position was due to his cheap tricks, not a notable difference in pure skill.
She tried to believe it. She wanted to believe it.
However…
"Who said I only had one countermeasure?"
With those words, Kyousuke once more launched a White Thorn. Solid collisions sounded again and again. If Azalea's was a Gatling gun, Kyousuke's was a shotgun. Each time, he produced a wince-inducing deluge of noise like someone slamming their hands down on a piano keyboard.
"Your system accurately draws out a square so the White Thorns always return to your hand, but that means you can't move a bunch of White Thorns at once. Since you need three points for your square, I guess it's three at the most. But the loop is so fast that it ends up looking like you're hitting the Petals into the Spots all at once."
Yes.
This was Shiroyama Kyousuke's second countermeasure against Azalea.
"Then don't I just have to go the opposite route? If I hit five or ten Petals into the Spots with each White Thorn, I can fill the gap."
That was easier said than done.
Once or twice could be written off as a fluke, but it would be incredibly difficult to constantly and reliably knock multiple Petals into the Spots. To be blunt, it involved a lot of luck on top of simple skill. It was only possible if the Petals were conveniently clumped together, so it was not something that could have a steady supply. Including that kind of uncertain element in a weapons system should have led to a malfunction.
(No.)
After thinking that far, a shudder ran down Azalea Magentarain's spine.
(All of the Petals in Toy Dream 35 right now are being influenced by Her Majesty to some extent. But…it can't be… Is he pushing past even that influence and ignoring the main arrangement of Petals to use the seemingly coincidental scattered arrangement…?)
She felt like a great number of eyeballs were staring at her.
Those red spheres were scattered around the Artificial Sacred Ground. Those many Petals had looked like weapons and opportunities worthy of entrusting her life to, but now they seemed to surround her and look down on her.
Conversely, a king stood in the center of it all. He took the form of a boy and spoke to Azalea.
"This plan was also meant to handle you at your full strength. But now you're a far cry from that, so it seems obvious to me how this will turn out if we continue."
"Don't be ridiculous… It…it isn't possible for me as Uniquely Selfless to lose to something like this! My Gatling gun will tear through any obstacle. Even you have been driven to the precipice of death!!"
"I was judging you."
It was a quiet voice, but it was enough to make Azalea gasp.
"Was your high-speed loop tactic just one of many options or was it all you could do? I waited until the last second, but I'm glad to see that was all you had," said Kyousuke. "For us, the key to all this was whether you would use the trump card we'd already seen and knew about."
Those were not words one spoke to a nightmarish threat.
But Azalea's noble blood refused to say what they were spoken to.
"Who ever said you stood at the top of the world?"
But she could hear him. His voice slipped into her ears.
As Azalea's shoulders trembled and she faced her nemesis head on, Kyousuke simply spoke.
"For us, another summoner like you is nothing more than one point along the way."
Solid sounds followed.
A White Thorn collided with Petals, the Petals were swallowed by the Spots, and his Material changed form again and again.
Above Azalea's head, a fifteen meter pitch black dragon clashed violently with a ten meter giant wielding a magic sword.
The monsters had already surpassed the Regulation-class and reached the Divine-class.
Crimson eyes glowed from both giant Materials as they repeatedly clashed above the Summoners' heads.
But…
(I'm breathing heavily.)
Azalea Magentarain was failing to control herself.
Her mental combat manual was falling apart.
The cause was obvious. Anyone could tell which of them was being pushed back.
(I can't keep my fingertips from shaking. What…what is this feeling…!?)
Someone had told her to be happy.
She had not understood the value of that at the time, but after pursuing that target of her admiration, she had finally realized just how difficult that was to say in this world.
So she had pursued happiness.
She had swept aside the other potential heirs who shared her blood, she had crushed underfoot all the bugs that swarmed in from outside hoping to gain something for themselves, and she had obtained the power of the highest rank in the world of the summoning ceremony.
Even so, one thing had always eluded her.
So…
"I wished for the greatest achievement."
She spoke under her breath as she recalled the past.
This shaking went by the name of "fear". She recalled the days so deeply dyed in its colors and she recalled the crude and violent man who had so unreasonably and overwhelmingly saved her from it.
"To reach something that achieves balance when placed on the scales with what I once lost, I can't fall back now!!!!"
"…"
Shiroyama Kyousuke narrowed his eyes a little at that.
Meanwhile, he accurately moved his Blood-Sign and used the gigantic Divine-class black dragon to definitively corner Azalea and her Material.
That boy likely had no idea what she meant.
Her fragmentary words would not allow him to picture the detailed scene in her mind.
But…
"Yes. I don't know what happened to you."
He spoke of a hypothetical.
"But if the order of things had been a little different, you might have been the one I was working to save."
Those words destroyed the perfectly composed young lady's expression.
The name Alice (with) Rabbit told her he had the skill to make that kind of idealistic hypothetical a reality.
Azalea Magentarain shouted something as she thrust her Blood-Sign forward with all her might, but Shiroyama Kyousuke did not show a single opening or any mercy.
They were divided between enemy and ally.
One of those sides used a great dragon's maw to grasp definite victory.
AFTERWORD
We are almost approaching the end of this vol....i think another 3-4 chapters and we are done.....i feel like this wasnt successful enough...like only 7k views....so ill make this if we dont reach 10k by the time i finish the first vol....ill end the series here itself at vol 1 my original plan was 10 vol....but leave....Thank you to my friend/editor SDK for helping me out
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