Chapter 666: Chapter 666 Various Tragedies
I don’t know who orchestrated this sprint race, but one thing is for sure—the careless Misaka really got treated like a divine being by her own sisters this ti.
The biggest upset in history, General Visca with the power of ten million horsepower and ard-to-the-teeth eyes—one that could annihilate stars and the other capable of razing worlds, and a little mouth that could roar out a 2012—lost to a bunch of ordinary people in a long-distance race…
The reason was: she wasn’t tall enough to reach the finish line.
This is just too funny.
When Sandora, feeling sothing wrong, swiftly teleported to the venue and carried our dazed little cat-eyed sister back, the girl hadn’t quite recovered. She stared blankly ahead until I reached out and pinched her cheek, prompting Visca to finally turn her head woodenly this way.
“Hmm…”
The little girl’s blood-red cat eyes quickly filled with tears, and the next second, a world-shaking wail began, “Waa… Brother…”
This scene is truly heart-wrenching for anyone who hears it. I reckon that after today, Visca’s resentnt towards her height will reach an unparalleled level—at least she’d want to be tall enough to reach the finish line, right?
The little girl, more capable of expressing her feelings than her Three-Non Sister, was still wailing loudly—of course, that’s because she was near us. Had Sandora not picked her up in ti, Visca would probably be wildly throwing Space Internal Bombs around the venue instead. At the sa ti, the venue remained eerily quiet as the bizarre scene earlier challenged everyone’s composure, but everyone was aware of the terror of this Little One, resulting in tens of thousands of people nearly developing tonsillitis from holding back their reactions.
“Cough, cough, no need to worry,” Sandora stepped forward with the deanor of a queen, her voice resounding through the venue, but the strange tone was unmistakable to all, “My sister will need so ti to adjust her mood. Continue the race.”
“Look, Visca, it’s not a big deal,” seeing order gradually restored at the venue, I started to comfort the heartbroken four-feet-tall girl by stroking her hair and gently persuading her, “Actually, you were the first to reach the finish line, it’s just the rules… cough, cough, your height and all, I quite like the four-feet-tall Visca.”
“That’s right, that’s right,” Qianqian also chid in as a conscious big sister, quickly following with advice, “Don’t worry about it, after all, you’ve been living like this for who knows how many ten thousand years…”
Everyone: “…”
Visca burst into even more intense crying.
Why bring up the very thing that shouldn’t be ntioned, you blockhead girl? Is there any need to expose others’ weaknesses like this?
“It really feels like a joyfully chaotic family,” Bingdisi watched our whole interaction with expressive eyes, and her tone was a mix of teasing and perhaps envy, but with this Female Hooligan’s character, probably she’s adding more chaos, “Nu, don’t you also have a person who’s just three-feet-seven beside you? You’ve not grown in one lifeti, this little girl has been this height for two lifetis now.”
Visca imdiately lifted her head and locked eyes with Lili, who was munching on chips. Then suddenly, she broke into laughter, “I win!”
Lili, her mouth full of chips, choked and almost passed out, coughing spasmodically for a while before the Lady Priestess looked desperately around and exclaid, “Oh my gosh! Shot even while lying down?”
For world peace, just be a target this ti!
Just then, soft footsteps approached from behind, followed by Pandora’s voice, “Brother.”
I turned around and saw Pandora’s gray murky eyes looking at Visca, possibly imagining it, but that emotionless gaze seed to flicker with empathy.
“Just a little mishap, ha,” I scratched the back of my head, setting Visca down from my lap, “Three-legged race, right? What did you draw?”
I had just checked with Misaka passing by about this three-legged race rule—it’s actually a twisted version of the standard three-legged race. Of course, there are differences. In this race, participants don’t have fixed pairs; you have to draw lots and choose your partner from the sa team based on the conditions specified on the paper. As a result, new pairs ford naturally can’t have practiced together before. Everyone knows how difficult it is for two people who have never cooperated to do the three-legged race: In fifth grade, Qianqian’s zeal had end up with a muscle strain when the starter pistol went off, and she sprinted forward at a hundred-ter dash pace.
Shaking my head, I threw those painful mories to the back of my mind and curiously looked at Pandora. Her event was about to start, she must have just finished drawing lots and was looking for a partner. But seems the rules only allow you to pick a partner from the sa team in the arena. What is she doing in the spectator seats?
“Can’t compete.”
Pandora spoke succinctly with just three words, then sat down next to Visca with a stern face, leaving Sandora and exchanging puzzled looks.
Two minutes later, I finally realized sothing:
Pandora’s height was about the sa as the waists of most people on the field, or even the legs of other competitors.
If they played the three-legged race, Pandora would have to be tied to soone else’s legs…
Getting this point, I suddenly broke into a cold sweat, and Sandora beside also just showed a look of sudden realization: I quickly covered her mouth.
So words could cause a 2012 scenario. But then again, Pandora just returned to the resting area with a stern face instead of simply throwing a couple of quantum bombs on the field; should I praise my sister for finally learning to command her muscles with her brain?
“Luckily, it’s just us here,” Big Sister sighed leisurely, “avoiding doomsday.”
At the Military Academy’s first school festival sports competition, the twin sisters’ second event was still a disastrous failure, and more tragic than even Visca, who had just run under the finish line, was that Pandora didn’t even get to participate before being disqualified.
After pondering the hypothetical scenario in which the world had narrowly survived, Big Sister glanced at the crowded field: “I didn’t expect Pandora to be this unlucky… Um, it’s not my fault, right?”
I looked at the suspicious Big Sister and shook my head firmly.
If it were really Big Sister’s curse that leaked, would it still be the turn of Pandora sisters to be unlucky? The Avalon Heroic Spirits’ Gunman Formation had already made more than a dozen trips back and forth from the Heroic Spirit Hall: those poor kids were now used by the Great Temple as living baroters for divination.
With both events unexpectedly turning cold, it wasn’t just Visca who was enthusiastic from the start; even Pandora began to take it seriously. Initially, she was just dragged by her wilful younger sister to participate in this boring event, but now, realizing she might lose to a bunch of weak ordinary creatures under unforeseen circumstances, our Great General was deeply worried.
When Big Sister and I returned to our seats, the half-ti break for the two little girls had already ended, and they seed to have just finished a serious discussion: both had a rare atmosphere of shared enmity.
This was extrely rare for the two little ones who fought every three days and majorly every five.
“Is your next event the item-relay race?” I reached out and rubbed the little heads of Pandora and Visca, “What counterasures did you co up with?”
I didn’t think the sa situation would occur again in this race: at least, Misaka in charge of organizing the event should have eliminated potential hazards by now, or at least, they must have placed the finish line lower than Pandora?
If it wasn’t eliminated, then doomsday would genuinely arrive.
“Brother, wait for us!”
Visca hopped up and yelled at , and then in the astonished looks of everyone around, she pulled her sister towards a nearby changing room.
“What are they doing?”
Big Sister curiously glanced towards the direction they disappeared, then cast a puzzled look at the people who had been on the field just now.
“Who knows,” Bingdisi shrugged indifferently with a bored face, “Just whispering sothing mysteriously, but let’s not talk about that—Chen, I’m so bored! Isn’t it such a pity that this lively festival lacks a few enthusiastic robbers to make it interesting?”
: “…Are there such enthusiastic robbers in the world?!”
Bingdisi’s speechless behavior is what I’m most troubled by now. She had only been well-behaved for less than a day and was already restless; however, thankfully with Sandora around, we could sowhat manage this Lady Goddess who often caused trouble. Sandora knows Bingdisi’s weaknesses extrely well.
“Brother! We’re ready!” A sowhat familiar voice, carrying as if so kind of mixed sound effect, traveled from a distance, interrupting Bingdisi’s and my heated discussion on whether enthusiastic robbers are a welco sight. I was montarily stunned, then blankly looked up.
Sure enough, a sweet and cute girl with long black hair ca sprinting into my line of sight, backlighted by the setting sun, her smiling face blooming like a flower.
The most savage existence in history, Pandogosla…
These two girls, their grudge against their height finally broke through their reason, making them willing to expose the secret of fusion just to participate in this competition with a “normal height,” which had already given them painful mories twice before? And they even prepared clothes for after the fusion, which they surely kept in one of their personal spaces. Had these girls been preparing for this day all along?
“Uh, Ah Jun, who is this girl?”
Big Sister was clearly stunned, looking at the “tall girl” who ran over and fiercely rubbed against with a smiling face. Suspicions filled her face, while beside her, except for a thoughtful Sandora, the looks were mostly of judgent.
Even Qianqian began to sharpen her Little Tiger Teeth.
“He really is a man who refuses no one.”
Miss Tohsaka sighed deeply, then embraced Ilya, “Ilya, see, your big brother is such a lecherous uncle.”
“Wuwuwu, Ilya is so sad…”
Hey! You two, cut it out!
Fortunately, just when I was sweating bullets and didn’t know how to start introducing this “tall girl,” Sandora had already seen through it all and, with a relieved smile, our awe-inspiring Queen laughed out, “You guys, how did you beco one?”
The “stranger” girl imdiately showed an embarrassed expression—it was Visca’s personality dominating the expression—she twisted her hands together and muttered, “At least I’m taller this way…”
Everyone: “…”
Poor Gaia hadn’t said much and now she was Now Loading again.
The misunderstanding was easily resolved. The newly appeared girl was naturally Pandora and Vis tempered into a brand-new organism. Big Sister and the others marveled at this sowhat introverted but lively-eyed girl, all agreeing that Darwin was seriously underwhelming.
But the girl’s na made one spit blood on the screen: Pandogosla, a ridiculous na I had spontaneously given “her.” At the ti, both Pandora and Vis bore a grudge against it, but looking at it now, it seed the two girls took it for real. When Bingdisi curiously asked for “her” na, the girl pursed her lips and uttered the na “Pandogosla.”
The next second, I was fiercely surrounded.
“Amazing sister,” Miss Tohsaka watched all this dumbfounded, her gaze focusing on the girl who seed like a stranger after fusion and then glanced at , “Perverted brother.”
You’ve definitely misunderstood sothing! The two girls’ fusion was purely for gaining height, why do you have to link it to !
“I honestly don’t know how you managed it,” Sandora said with amused expression, “although theoretically, Xyrin Angels can transform into an energy state for deep fusion, but you two really dared to try it and succeeded—was the grudge about being short really that strong?”
The surrounded girl’s face was already filled with embarrassnt: “I told you we shouldn’t have co out like this…”
It seed this ti the main personality was Pandora.
The Fused Girl, amidst a circle of well-aning teasing, was extrely embarrassed, especially with Bingdisi and Lilina, the two who had no sense of decency, present. Originally, the personalities of Pandora and Vis after fusion leaned towards being introverted and shy—using a formula, it would be: (Three-Non Loli vivacious little sister)/2 = Pandogosla. As a result, being surrounded by a crowd of ruthless onlookers, the two (or one?) quickly fled.
“Grudge, indeed, is a very powerful thing.”
Watching the girl rush towards the competition field, Emiya Shirou, who had once witnessed Mr. B being dismbered due to his height, mumbled with a chilly sweat running down his face.
“However, it was Pandora and Vis who registered for the competition initially,” Big Sister said, “Is it really okay to suddenly switch the contestant to Pandogosla?”
I thought about it, then broke out in a cold sweat, “So… the two little girls have already lost their eligibility for the competition?”
The first competition was lost at the finish line by a whisker, the second was disqualified during team formation after drawing lots, and the third, they were disqualified before even starting. Was the formidable little general who used to be all-conquering on the battlefield swollen today (no mistake!)?
But as it turned out later, Big Sister’s worries were superfluous, or maybe our expectations for the reliability of the Misaka Student Council organizing this school festival were too high. Pandogosla, a contestant nobody recognized, royally entered the arena and with just one sentence replaced the absent Pandora and Visca sisters. Seeing the girl who barely reached average human height and had been walking with her head held high and chest puffed out proudly, waving and smiling victoriously from in front of the draw box, I suddenly thought that maybe after the Misakas graduate from this school, nearly ten thousand outstanding Imperial Officers would erge: every one of them was wildly unreliable.
Unexpectedly though, after they (she) had registered and drawn lots, they (she) scurried back to where they (she) had been a mont ago.
“What happened?”
I looked puzzled at the girl standing before , whose face turned red as she held up a piece of paper.
The line of crooked small characters, having had the fortune of seeing dea correct howork, I recognized at once that it was Misaka 10086’s handwriting: “Your most important thing.”
“Brother.”
The girl lowered her head, muttering almost imperceptibly.
Sandora and Qianqian exchanged glances, their sharp eyes swept over Dingdang, and then they said in unison, “We have to add another one!”
“What? What? Is it related to Dingdang?”
Little Thing, not understanding, poked its little head out of a bag of fries, its face covered with bits of fries, and clamorously shouted.
As for ? To tell the truth, I was a bit moved at that mont.
It sure was a clichéd plot, a girl participating in a borrow-race drawing a tag that says ‘Your most XX person’ and then shyly running to find them, but when it actually happened to , I was completely chard by the adorably expressive face of Pandog… pfft… Pandogosla.
The shy girl, the little piece of paper reading “Your most important thing,” and the surrounding circle of richly implied various gazes, this might be what they call painful and joyous—okay, it really hurts, Qianqian! Don’t bite the artery!
“Brother, is it okay?”
The girl, who had finally grown enough to look her own brother in the eye, asked in a hopeful yet cautious tone.
What else could I say? Although I knew that upon returning, I would inevitably be subjected to various headbumps, bites, mumblings, and poison-tongued comnts, at that mont, I just promptly nodded in surrender.
“Yes!” Fused Girl happily nodded, then ca over and grabbed my arm…
Seeing this sowhat familiar but long-unseen starting move, I imdiately felt sothing was off. As expected, the next second, the horizon vertically shifted before my eyes.
“Brother is the best! So you have to win!”
As if cheering herself on, Fused Girl shouted with full vigor, this ti clearly Visca’s personality taking emotional lead, while Pandora perford the action.
A so familiar Lolita express?
Hey! I say, didn’t we agree that everyone’s physical condition had already been compressed to standard human levels? This Monster Strength Lolita capable of carrying an adult and sprinting across the field is totally cheating! Referee! Organizing committee! I protest! I demand an inspection of the energy inhibition systems on these two little rascals!
“Because it’s a fusion state,” Fused Girl, led by Visca, cheerfully whispered in my ear, all the while running swiftly carrying , “right now, what’s grown isn’t just our height, you know!”
Oh boy! This works too! (
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