BXBX NOVEL Vol 5 3
(...I was wrong.)
How could she not have expected this – she had went out to get
groceries to prepare sas.h.i.+mi as they had promised, and as
Steph brought Izuna to town, she felt extreme guilt at her
carelessness.
Fear, hateful gazes, scornful insults – those negative feelings
rained down on Izuna who was walking alongside Steph.
She couldn’t possibly not have noticed them with her
Werebeast senses.
(Although we are a 「Federation」, it really isn’t all that
easy to accept different races, but still...)
She had a very clear image of it in her mind.
It was true that Izuna – the Werebeasts were conquerors and
tyrants to the Elkians.
However that was only because of the 「Ten Pledges」.
The troubles and suffering of the Imanity all stemmed from the
fact that they had lost in a game.
If it was hatred towards an end result that both parties had
agreed with, it meant they were just being sore losers –
“Why doesn’t Steph-kou hate Izuna, des?”
“Huh -?”
“...Izuna was the one that took away your continent, des; so it
should be perfectly logical for you to hate me, des; but Izuna
caused your grandfather to be called a foolish king as well, des;
so why don’t you hate me, des?”
Izuna looked up at Steph and asked, and Steph’s hand in hers
momentarily froze.
How could she be so rude – Steph felt angered at her own
insensitivity.
Izuna was too smart.
She had faced off against Sora and s.h.i.+ro, with the continent –
the fates of the Imanity and the Werebeasts on her back, with
such responsibilities on her.
- She couldn’t possibly have read nothing about it in the late
king’s library.
The effects her actions could have on the Imanity, and how she
would be treated after that, she had already predicted and come
to terms with those, and the only one who didn’t realize it –
(It’s just me again...)
Looking back, since Steph had woken up – which meant right
after Izuna had learnt the Imanity language, she had covered
Steph with a coat as she slept, which was a rather large change
in her att.i.tude.
Why didn’t she realize why her att.i.tude had changed – Steph
got angry at herself once again, although she shook her head
upon looking at the young girl’s uneasy gaze.
Since she was asked a question – she had the obligation to
answer.
Walking on the streets like this, facing all those hateful gazes
like this.
Izuna might begin to wonder whether Steph might hate her as
well – she needed to sweep away those unimaginable thoughts
from her head.
(Yes...that’s right, normally speaking...)
If they were angry at the n.o.bles that had belittled Steph’s
beloved grandfather, must they hate those that had been the
cause of it, the Eastern Federation – Steph didn’t know. And
although she didn’t know why – she could confirm positively
that it wasn’t like that.
Suddenly, the corner of Steph’s mouth curled up in a smile.
“Why? I don’t know either ♪”
“Is Steph-kou an idiot, des.”
“Heh, maybe, but – I don’t think it’s that way.”
Steph said this while looking into Izuna’s large eyes.
- She was a young black-haired girl with stunningly obvious
ears and a tail that was even younger than s.h.i.+ro.
She had faced off at an almost equal standard against 『 』,
with the orders of the third largest nation in the world on her
back – she had unlimited potential.
She was smart, diligent, pure and obedient, and she had a
stunning amount of maturity and intelligence as well.
Steph smiled cheerfully at that girl, and smiled even wider.
“Because Izuna is a good kid, and you’re cute as well.”
Steph spoke her mind, thinking that was the simplest way to
express her feelings.
Izuna widened her eyes in shock, after which her hair stood on
end and she averted her gaze expressionlessly.
She bent her head low, not allowing Steph to see her face and
spoke weakly:
“Steph-kou’s such an idiot, des.”
- Even though she said this, she clutched Steph’s hand
somewhat tighter.
Steph smiled somewhat bitterly at Izuna’s easily readable
att.i.tude, and just as she was about to step forward once more –
“Ah~ it’s Izuna!”
The two turned around at the sound of that loud roar.
Multiple figures cut through the crowd, and rushed in their
direction – those were young kids.
“W-what -!?”
As Steph was frozen momentarily in shock, the kids
surrounded them.
After which they began cheering loudly.
“It’s Izuna! How awesome! It’s her in person!”
“Hey, Izuna, let’s have a showdown! You’re really strong
right?”
“You idiots, you stupid idiots, you need adults to come along,
you bald monkey!”
“Who are you people...des?”
Izuna asked confusedly as she was being overwhelmed by the
crowd of children.
As Steph was considering how to stop those kids – all of a
sudden, she noticed an animal ear and a tail in the crowd –
Werebeasts were amongst them, and she hurriedly asked:
“What are you all doing?”
“We’re playing! Together!”
One of the kids – a young girl with a pair of fox-like ears
replied as though she was just learning to speak.
“Are you...friends? With the Werebeast kids as well?”
“Of course!”
Steph asked immediately in confusion, while the fox-eared girl
asked confusedly with her head slightly tilted as well.
And the Imanity boy beside her said happily:
“- We became friends through playing games!”
Upon hearing this simple yet pure sentence...
Steph felt inexplicably emotional.
In that time, the kids surrounding Izuna were still blabbering
on.
“Let’s have a showdown, I definitely~ won’t lose to you!”
“...I’m hungry, des. We’re going to buy fish, des. I’m very
busy, des.”
Izuna looked impatiently at the young boy that was grabbing
on her clothes and was demanding her to play a game with him
and said –
“...I’ll destroy you painfully next time, des.”
Izuna’s mouth curled up in a smile.
That especially obnoxious boy punched his fist into the air and
cheered upon hearing that.
“That’s great! So it’s a promise! Izuna! You better follow it!”
“I already said we need adults as well, you bunch of idiots! –
Izuna-sama, I apologize.”
Just like that, the bunch of kids disappeared just as swiftly as
they had come.
Even after all the commotion had subsided, the raging
emotions within Steph had not, and remained like ashes of a
hearth fire.
“Heh...the answer turned out to be just like that...”
...The atmosphere around them had turned into that of
confusion without them realizing it.
It may be too early...
But in the near future, when those kids turned into adults... the
fact that the races used to hate each other would probably be
treated as a joke.
Steph smiled with those hopes residing within her.
“It’s not very often that we get to play games – I’m sure it’ll
be more fun that way.”
“...Steph-kou, you aren’t an idiot after all, des. You’re
probably pretty smart, des.”
Steph appeared as if she had just seen a G.o.d after hearing those
words.
“Ah, Izuna! You’re the only one that doesn’t call me an
idiot!!”
“...But you act like one, des.”
Izuna smiled a bitter smile as Steph hugged her tearfully.
- The world would change, was changing, and would continue
to change.
If it didn’t feel like it was changing – that would mean – you’re
just not paying attention –
Part 2
The world around them had changed completely.
“Waaaaaahhh, what is this!?”
Sora and others that were flying about in the night sky yelled as
they plummeted from the impact of the explosion and the
strong winds.
But compared to that – the one that was screaming the loudest
among them at that turn of events was Plum.
“W-what is going on!? This Spirit power – it’s impossible
even for the Flügel!?”
The burst of energy was so strong that even Plum could feel it
behind the guise of her scarf, and she s.h.i.+vered in fear.
If it was someone who could use magic, he would feel
abnormal upon seeing that – this force that shook the earth, this
force that was from another dimension entirely, bent the world
to its desires with its power, switching about the scenery
forcefully – no, it repainted it entirely.
“Ah~ Plum, is the situation that bad?”
They didn’t restrict 「Changing the stage」...Sora asked
with that in mind, while Plum replied with a panicked moan:
“It’s not just bad -!! T-this power is from an Old Dei, if not –“
As Plum was halfway through her sentence – she suddenly
stopped as she remembered where they were flying over.
- The Phantasma that were ranked second among the 「Sixteen
Races」- Avant Heim...
“...I don’t understand, we can’t comprehend it.”
- Azrael was floating in thin air.
On her face was no longer that angelic, perfect – overly perfect
smile.
It didn’t even have that sensation of「Impending death」one
would experience when being stared at by a Flügel...no...
Sora felt a trickle of cold sweat run down his body, and he
smiled bitterly, for he was facing an overly powerful force – he
couldn’t even feel anything.
A power beyond comprehension and imagination, a power that
made Sora and s.h.i.+ro’s skin riddle with gooseb.u.mps.
The existence that had Azrael’s appearance – spoke slowly:
“「Final Unit」- we cannot understand what kind of ideals
you all possess.”
She then spoke in a hollow, emotionless voice:
“- Thus, we bequest of you to tell us the answer directly.”
「The existence」 declared to them as the scenery finally
settled down. Sora and s.h.i.+ro were speechless at this turn of
events.
The broken skies were dyed blood-red, the swirling sands had
reached even the stratosphere, and the cracked soil stretched
across the horizon.
The skies and earth were all cracked, the seas were dry –
everywhere was full of death.
Countless splinters of rocks floated around them – those were
the remains of the earth.
The Flügel that had partic.i.p.ated in the game, and the countless
battles.h.i.+ps that emitted a menacing aura all appeared like a
weirdly shaped fleet of airs.h.i.+ps –
“W-what exactly is this?”
Sora asked as he recovered from his shock, however neither
s.h.i.+ro nor Plum were able to answer.
The Flügel that were still flying about in the air – they had
pained expressions on their faces, seemingly familiar with this
emotionally scarring scene unfolding before them.
- Six thousand years ago – which was the final stages of the
「Great War」.
The Old Deus that had created the Flügel collected the
combined energy of the 「Airstrikes」 of the Flügel, and
unleashed a single blow.
And that blow that crushed the earth, split the skies and even
destroyed planets and stars –it was a truly 「Divine Strike」.
They were standing in the very aftermath of that strike, and
Azrael spoke with the apocalypse behind her:
“- Previously we fought, and we lost.”
And behind that apocalyptic world – a huge piece of sinisterlooking
land appeared.
Could it be that this was – Avant Heim’s appearance before
the 「Great War」.
That slab of land looked just like a floating whale – and this
flying fortress was not made of cubes, instead it was riddled
with countless cannons and it had a pair of blue eyes that were
filled with killing intent.
“- Our Master released his most powerful strike – however it
was 「Reflected back at him」, and we were completely
annihilated, which was how our Master died.”
- What had changed Jibril?
“Why did we lose? Why did we lose our Master? Why did we
survive? Why –“
- What had allowed her to discover the reason why they were
living?
Plum frantically attempted to keep herself conscious when
faced with this violent interrogation –
“Why did we survive, as empty weapons of a dead Master?
Answer me –“
“”- 「野砲 (ヤホウ yahou) 」-“” [1]
A bolt of light pierced through Azrael’s chest.
In an instant, a glow of light lit up the evening, and the
immense explosion that came slightly after made even the
atmosphere tremble.
“...Huh?”
Plum croaked dumbly, and the reply –
“You! Talk! Too! Much! Dialogues must be kept within forty
words, or else you have to include a setting to skip the text!”
“...Don’t underestimate...the impatience of...an STG
player...” [2]
Sora and s.h.i.+ro blurted impatiently –
When exactly had they landed on the ground and combined
their 「Word Spirits」- the two were clutching onto a metal
tube.
Plum didn’t know...no, more correctly speaking she wasn’t
looking at them.
The two had used three characters to materialize a fivemillimetre
Howitzer which spat fire and released a bullet which
travelled at a speed even greater than the speed of sound,
piercing through Azrael, after which the fifteen pounds of
Composition B explosives contained within it blew her body to
bits with an explosion that propelled the pieces at eight
thousand miles per second, which then turned into smoke and
scattered – [3]
“- Huh~~ WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGGG!?”
Plum cried out as she realized what had just happened, while
the two glared at her and replied: “Skipping dialogue.”
“...That guy looks like a p.r.i.c.k...disgusting...”
“D-d-do you know who that was? That’s –“
“Of course, that was Azrael – and the Phantasma Avant Heim
right?”
“...H-huh?”
Sora sighed impatiently, shook his head and continued:
“Azrael is different from the rest of the Flügel, she has horns,
so I’m guessing that’s why – essentially speaking she is the full
representative of the Phantasma Avant Heim as well, although
I don’t quite know the full details.”
“...Which means...Azrael is the same as...a Phantasma...”
The two had figured out the situation completely unlike Plum,
and spoke in a rather bored fas.h.i.+on:
“...Jibril said it earlier, the Phantasma Avant Heim is an
entirely different world.”
Sora recalled her explanation she made as they arrived, and
continued:
“Changing the scenery means changing the entire world, but
if it’s an independent world of its own, I don’t think it can
affect the outside world entirely. Which means – it changed its
own world (within Avant Heim), but when that happened she
who should have been 「On top of」 Avant Heim appeared in
front of us – which is to say, that was an illusion.”
- The fact that they were able to deal damage to her proved that
she was an illusion, as if she was the real thing the 「Ten
Pledges」would prevent them from touching her.
“...Alright...Plum...here’s the question...”
Why do they look so happy? Plum didn’t seem to understand.
Sora and s.h.i.+ro were truly overjoyed, while Sora continued:
“The stage just changed drastically, a scene that looks like
some sort of fortress for a final weapon appeared in front of us,
and we just listened through some long final boss-like speech –
and among the 「Hour」 allocated for the game there is only
-?”
“...Nine minutes and forty-four seconds left.”
“What could this possibly mean? You may now answer!”
- Plum didn’t have the knowledge Sora and s.h.i.+ro possessed
from their world, so this was a rather demanding question for
her.
But – as she saw the approaching thing.
Plum with an expression of despair on her face, by chance –
spoke the 「Correct answer」.
“...Does it mean it’s The End?”
“Huh? I’d never thought you’d guess it.”
The huge, violent 「Binding Curtain」 fired at Avant Heim...
Sora and s.h.i.+ro clutched each other’s hands and said with a
smile:
“Basically it’s the 「Final Stage」- the ending’s near!”
“...Climactic scene...great performance...♪”
The two stamped on the ground, flapped their wings, left the
huge burst of noise generated from their 「Acceleration」
behind them, then smiled as they flew towards the curtain of
binding lights.
“HOW CAN YOU STILL BE LAUGHING IN A
SITUATION LIKE THISSSSSSS!!”
They sped forward at extreme speeds towards the curtain of
light that spread across Avant Heim.
- Their numbers were large, but the lights didn’t have the
tracking ability that the 「Binding Light」 fired by the rest of
the Flügel had, so it was a curtain that merely relied on its
numbers and speed to crush its opponents – the two smiled
bitterly.
“s.h.i.+ro, have you figured out the pattern of the curtain?”
“...Almost there...Nii?”
“You know it right? I’m the kind that - 「Dodges by pure
pa.s.sion」!”
Sora flapped his wing once more, while s.h.i.+ro flapped
according to his beat without faltering.
They were like aerial dancers, weaving through the countless
approaching rays of light while whistling a tune, proceeding
naturally –
“Compared to Touhou this really makes me wanna yawn, can
we really rely on Jibril?” [4]
“...If this is what the final boss is like...we won’t...the
Flügel...are harder to deal with.”
They nimbly dodged the curtains of light with actions Plum
couldn’t comprehend.
Sora and s.h.i.+ro could even look down at their hands to make
sure as they dodged the lights.
“...Total of 「Forty-six characters」.”
“...We’ve collected 「Forty characters」...”
“We’ve used 「Twenty-two」?”
The characters floating on Sora’s wrist were - タ（ta）•シ
（si）•テ（te）•キ（ki）•ル（ru）•エ（e）•イ（i）•ツ
（tsu）•へ（he）-
The characters floating on s.h.i.+ro’s wrist were - レ（re）•ヨ
（yo）•セ（se）•二（ni）•フ（fu）•ノ（no）•ン（n）•
リ（ri）•コ（ko） -
They were stocked up well enough, but Sora said instead:
“Hmm~ ハ（ha）、コ（ko）、ミ（mi）、ヲ（wo）、チ
（chi）、ヒ（hi）...we haven’t got these six ones.”
“...But we have...the trump.”
s.h.i.+ro indicated that was more than enough.
“- I’ve said it before, I’ve figured out the 「Word Spirit」
I’m going to use on her, so I’m short of three.”
“...Under these circ.u.mstances...collecting characters
is...impossible...”
The fact that they could dodge and weave about the rain of
light was already beyond Plum’s comprehension.
But if they were to deal with the Flügel under these
circ.u.mstances, it would probably be too impossible for even
them.
“...We can’t go on like this, s.h.i.+ro, I’m sorry, but we’ll have
to use the trump.”
“...Nii, how many characters will you need?”
“Fourteen.”
s.h.i.+ro widened her eyes, which was a rare sight, and she
examined her brother’s face closely as though to read his
intentions.
“Fourteen, that’s the least amount of letters we need, however
we lack three of them.”
However on Sora’s face – was an expression of pure
seriousness.
- A 「Word Spirit」 that needed fourteen characters?
The 「Trump」 that s.h.i.+ro mentioned – it was probably a
「Word Spirit」 that could tide them through any disaster.
Although it could only be used once – it really should be used
as a last resort. However –
“...Mm, I understand...”
Since her brother said he 「Needed」 it, it meant that 「They
needed it no matter the risk」, so s.h.i.+ro nodded her head in
agreement.
Since she herself had no way to decipher her brother’s true
intentions, which meant her brother was correct – that was all
there was to it - !
- Sora’s left hand and s.h.i.+ro’s right hand, the two intertwined
hands – four characters slid and fell off those hands.
After which – Sora arranged them and formed a 「Word
Spirit」.
He raised his hand high, and –
“-「切断 (セツダン setsudan) 」- !!” (TL note: Cut, split
open)
He violently swung his arm horizontally – and in an instant...
The infinite curtains of light that were hovering over Avant
Heim’s airs.p.a.ce were suddenly cut in half as if by an invisible
sword.
- Making imagination reality was a rule of this game, which
was the 「Word Spirits」.
「Barrier」 and 「Cut」 were two words that could easily be
made reality as long as they were spelled out.
An omnipotent word that could attack, defend, and even both,
one that could deal with all possible situations – that was their
trump.
Also the importance and usefulness of the letter 「ン (n) 」 in
word games like these was common knowledge.
The consequences brought about by them being forced to use
that omnipotent 「Word Spirit」- according to Sora’s plans –
- Everything before him was just like a bad joke - 「Split into
half」.
s.p.a.ce, scenery, everything including Avant Heim itself was
sliced into half – even the cannons.
- After that? Just as Plum was about to ask, Sora and s.h.i.+ro –
decelerated.
“- Huh!?”
Plum cried out in surprise, as amongst the crumbling landscape
and the interrupted curtains, the Flügel were approaching.
“...Nii...coming.”
“...Eighteen – more than I thought, how many of them have
characters on them?”
“...Six...all present...but...”
- The real question was how would they collect all of them?
Since they had used cut earlier, they had only 「Fourteen
characters」 left; and according to what Sora had said, the last
「Fourteen」had already been reserved.
He had also said, among the 「Six」 they had not collected,
「Three」 were important.
Even if they did collect them all, they could only use three
more, and now all they could use on them were「Three」.
“- Alright, this is our final bet, let’s go, s.h.i.+ro!”
As they said this, the two did a backflip and landed in a
parrying stance – facing the oncoming Flügel –
They were just about to flap their wings, but –
“- H-huh?”
Plum cried in surprise, no, Sora and s.h.i.+ro felt the same way as
well.
Because the oncoming Flügel, just before Sora and s.h.i.+ro –
they stopped.
One of their numbers bowed respectfully towards them just as
Jibril had when they had defeated her.
“The two of you need this one right?”
...As she said this, her palm was cupping the 「ハ (ha) 」
inscribed on her chest.
As though in imitation, five more that had characters on them
revealed them as well.
Sora and s.h.i.+ro felt confused as they didn’t understand their
intentions, while the Flügel simply smiled and said:
“Because we’ve already had a lot of fun spectating –“
“To be honest it’s really disappointing that we won’t get the
handshake, signature, date and sleepover vouchers though~!”
“But since we’ve got the chance to play games with you
both, we’re all content ♪”
“- So, please.”
They heard the last one say –
“We’ll leave Azrael-neesan to you, in the near future – our
future Masters.”
- Finally...
Sora and s.h.i.+ro understood the trap Jibril had laid within the
game.
Both of them stretched out their hands towards the characters
while repressing the urge to laugh out loud.
“...Hahah, Jibril’s got a few tricks up her sleeve now!”
“...Jibril...omega good job...♪”
Sora and s.h.i.+ro said teasingly, and touched the final six
characters.
“...U-um, what’s going on here?”
Plum asked, being the only one not understanding the situation,
while the Flügel laughed and replied.
“Did you forget, little bug, that we’re –“
“We are the Flügel, and although we are under the command
of our sister Azrael.”
“But more than that we are huge fans of Sora-sama and s.h.i.+rosama!”
They were all smiles – beating Plum down mercilessly with
their words.
Sora and s.h.i.+ro smiled bitterly as they sent them off, and once
again – flapped their wings and accelerated.
They flew towards the split open Avant Heim – towards the
place where Azrael was.
Part 3
“...It appears others have understood as well...now are you
still going to call me special?”
Jibril said with a bitter smile.
Azrael remained emotionless, although underneath that mask
was torment and bitterness.
- What was that? What just happened? I don’t understand at all.
Azrael continued to ponder the scene that had just occurred in
front of her.
Amongst the slowly crumbling Avant Heim, the two were
gracefully dodging the debris.
They were heading directly straight – at them, as though they
knew her exact position!
No, they did know! They had used a cannon to dispel her
illusion, then cross-referenced the 「Original landscape」 with
this broken and crumbling land, then deduced her and Jibril’s
original positions, a.s.suming they didn’t move – no, they were
sure of it!
- A bitter memory flashed through Azrael’s mind upon
realizing that.
Artosh was killed in the same fas.h.i.+on back then.
All his defenses were overcome, all his actions were saw
through, all his barricades and obstacles were slipped past by
the enemy, and in the end – her Master was murdered.
Why did we lose? Why did we survive! Why are we still
alive!?
..........
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
H!!”
“Plum! You’re being too noisy!!”
As Avant Heim slowly crumbled around them, they weaved
about the countless debris faster than the speed of sound.
If they were to miscalculate even the slightest, they would die –
under those circ.u.mstances, the two flew at breakneck speeds,
causing Plum to cry out.
“AAAAAH-ARE YOU TWO CRAZYAAHHHHHHHHH!!”
“I’M TIRED OF HEARING THAT LINE! s.h.i.+RO!!”
The scenery in front of them crumbled, countless cubes fell,
tunnels were blocked, and turning around was impossible – at
this rate they would crash.
“WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
Plum cried out once again, while s.h.i.+ro calmly a.s.sembled a
「Word Spirit」 beside her.
“-「ミニ (mini) 」...”
Eighteen characters remained.
The 「Word Spirit」 activated as it came into contact with one
of the cubes in front of them.
One of the cubes shrunk, creating a small gap, but the crack
was just too small for two to fit through –
Sora who was a.s.sembling a 「Word Spirit」 at the same time,
immediately pointed at the hole and yelled:
“-「ヘル (heru) 」!!” [5]
- Sixteen characters left.
The two continued soaring after pa.s.sing through that gap as
small as a pinhole.
As Plum was beginning to be astonished by their astounding
adaptability, Sora suddenly said:
“Plum, could you stick out your teeth for a sec?”
“No! I have a bad feeling about this, so no!!”
“Really? How disappointing – I wanted to give you some
blood –“
“Sorry, I was wrong! I will place my teeth on Sora-sama’s
shoulder, you’ll be able to tell from the sensation!!”
“-「血 (チ chi) 」” [6]
- Fifteen characters left.
The blood flowed out from his uncut fingertips, dripping onto
Plum’s teeth.
Plum managed to absorb blood without even biting with her
lips.
“Oh, what is this stuff!? This thick, rich, sweet yet bitter
texture and a smooth, refres.h.i.+ng tone, the bewitching sensation
of a soul is flowing through my body! If a comparison needs to
be made, it’s like a turtle shedding tears after giving birth under
a moonlight night ♥”
- Sora smiled bitterly as Plum began yelling out some rather
incomprehensible food review.
“Are you energized yet?”
“Of course~! My strength is coursing through me! Now I feel
like I can do anything!”
Plum – no, huge amounts of flowers began blooming on the
scarf, and floated about in the air.
Sora and s.h.i.+ro smiled evilly at her cries of joy.
“Isn’t that great, so –“
“...You can do...anything right...”
“- Yeah...that’s what I thought as well...”
Part 4
Six thousand years ago – Artosh was being conquered.
The Flügel were desperate at this unbelievable yet inarguably
true turn of events.
They were G.o.d-killers created by Artosh – a sword to eliminate
other races.
They would give the throne of the One True G.o.d to Artosh – a
sword for this very purpose.
But as they saw their Master murdered in front of them, his
lifeless body with no purpose of existence, the one and only
sword lost its meaning to live.
They were a sword that was always swung by the command of
others, so they never needed to make any decisions, although
then – questions surfaced.
The race created by Artosh and its acolytes had come up with a
conclusion in their desperation – which was to stop thinking.
She did not know who started it, but she had concentrated all
her strength – and pierced through her own body.
They were a tool created to fight for the throne of the One True
G.o.d, and since their Master whom they would give it to was
gone, the tool had no reason to exist.
As she saw her sisters piercing themselves through one by one,
Azrael – the first unit, in pure desperation, told a lie.
No, to be precise, it wasn’t a lie.
It was just that as she witnessed her sisters piercing themselves
through and losing the lights in their eyes, she couldn’t bear to
tell them.
- The orders of the Master were not yet completed.
It was impossible, but if, just if, he were to fall in combat – you
must replace me and find out why I, the G.o.d of war, fell to an
unknown power – that was the final order of the Master.
- It was a command given to Azrael alone – an order.
However she lied and said it was an order for all Flügel, after
which she continued:
- After we attain this goal, the final order of the Master would
be complete.
- So when that time comes please let me decide whether or not
we are still of use.
...It was a lie of convenience.
And despite this – the Flügel began pursuing the
「Unknown」 that had defeated their Master.
At the same time as the war ended, they had gathered all their
knowledge, as though they were going to transform all the
unknowns in the world to their knowledge.
And as time pa.s.sed, after six thousand years – they still had not
found the answer.
Azrael had thought that if there was one person that would be
able to find the answer, it would be Jibril.
Those were the Master’s final words, the Final Unit is a special
Unit.
But...
- I’m already...tired-nyan...
Part 5
Sora and s.h.i.+ro reached the main hall where Azrael may have
been.
...It was very dark, so Sora a.s.sembled and activated a 「Word
Spirit」.
“-「ヒ (hi) 」!” [7]
- Fourteen characters left, just nice.
Now they just had to use up the final fourteen, and they could
finish the level with all forty-six perfectly used.
“But, we can’t use any more 「Word Spirits」 until then...
sorry, s.h.i.+ro.”
“...As long as it’s Nii...if your judgement deems it...s.h.i.+ro
believes it.”
Along with this line that made the brother unbelievably blissful
- 「Light」 lit up the floor.
“- We searched for six thousand years, but we were still
unable to find the 「Answer」.”
There was an empty throne in the lit floor.
Azrael stood in front of it, and –
“Who is ‘we’ referring to? Aside from you, it seems that a lot
of people have understood already!”
Sora said while looking over at Jibril who was sitting next to
her with her eyes closed.
“Searching for a non-existent 「Answer」, I’m already
tired of floating around without a purpose in this boring
world.”
That was Azrael – and the Phantasma Avant Heim located
within her.
The two – no, a puppet and an illusion’s confession.
“- If the 「Answer」 of the 「Final Unit」 is the same as our
lies.”
After a short pause, she looked at Sora and s.h.i.+ro with a gaze of
despair deeper than a crater and said:
“We will consider the cause for the Master’s death to be
「Simple coincidence」- and end the entire Flügel race.”
“That would be a problem.”
“...Jibril is...our...comrade.”
The two replied nonchalantly in a relaxed manner, intentionally
avoiding the subject while Sora slipped into thought.
“I see, so you guys crammed huge amounts of knowledge into
your brains just for your so-called 「Answer」, I understand
that part. To be honest, I don’t understand the meaning and
emotional drive behind that, but could you just let me ask one
question?”
After which, in the exact same manner as he had rejected
Azrael originally.
- He looked at her with eyes that clearly revealed he was truly
bored with the subject matter, and said:
“...Have you ever relied on yourself to think and write
anything -?”
“- !?”
Azrael widened her eyes, and beside her Jibril bent her head
low. Jibril was holding onto a book that she treated as a bible, a
book that garnered fans even in Avant Heim.
It was a hand-written – observational diary of Sora and s.h.i.+ro –
detailing the story of an incomplete future...
“But, I see now. If s.h.i.+ro and I win, you will help to collect
books for us, and if we lose we have to do an autograph
session, but you’ve actually made other wagers beyond our
knowledge other than this one. Jibril actually bet her life
without discussing it through with us, so we’ll have to punish
her later, but –“
- Sora grabbed s.h.i.+ro’s arm tightly and spread his wing.
“Do you really not know why Jibril would agree to a bet like
that?”
“- Because she believes that you can reveal an 「Answer」
we will be agreeable with –“
“Look, you idiot! You’re really a huge idiot!! You even dare
to call yourself a sister!?”
Sora yelled – his face filled with 「Pure rage」, and Sora –
yelled again:
“- It’s because she believes in you! She put her life on the line
because she trusts that you, as a sister, would be able to
understand!!”
...
......
Sora and s.h.i.+ro focused their strength on their legs –
a.s.sembling the final 「Word Spirit」.
“You can’t even understand something as simple as this, and
you dare to ask her to call yourself her sister!?”
“...It’s just too hilarious...sleep-talk should be said when
sleeping...and...!”
At the same time – the two kicked the ground and jumped.
- So fast.
It was a jump boosted by the acceleration 「Word Spirit」,
and the two approached at an astonis.h.i.+ng speed.
However Azrael had the power of a Phantasma within her, and
to her – their movements were as slow as a snail.
“...I see, Jii-chan believed in me so much that she even bet
her life...”
She realized that she had failed to understand something as
simple as that, and she wasn’t even able to deduce her
intentions – so...
“- Yes, just end everything...”
Azrael said this as she kicked the ground and lifted off as well.
Within the hall where the ceiling was barely a few hundred feet
high, the two would clash in but an instant as they were
traveling at supersonic speeds.
- The ending was predetermined, Azrael would stretch out her
hand and grab them, and everything would be over.
She really couldn’t find the answer in the end, but someone
found it – so – that’s enough.
Just end in like this – this six thousand – meaningless years –
“AAAAAAHHHH I’M SORRY I’M SORRY PLEASE
DON’T KILL ME~~!”
...
“- What?”
Azrael bent her head down, and a loud cry echoed throughout
the room as she grabbed onto her target.
She should have caught Sora and s.h.i.+ro, but the one that was
yelling was – that, um, what was her name again?
...Huh? Had she ever asked for her name in the first place?
- It was some Dhampir girl she didn’t know.
- It was a 「Deception Spell」- she understood this just a little
bit too late.
The deceiving magic of the Dhampirs – it was a race-exclusive
magic that could fool even the Elves or the Flügel at its
maximum ability.
If it was just after absorbing a powerful Spirit – blood – maybe
it might even fool an Old Deus?
But if so, Sora and s.h.i.+ro’s wings were – where did they go
after they accelerated -!?
- Azrael’s mind began racing.
She felt a presence swooping by her at a terrifying speed, and
in an instant it was almost as if time had stopped.
Everything became slow-motion, and Azrael saw it.
Without Plum – without the scarf – the Imanity without their
wings –
As they met briefly, Sora’s fist landed upon Azrael’s shoulder.
“- 「縛りプレエデこの世を生きろ」-“ [8]
- Zero characters left.
Azrael widened her eyes in shock, but what she was surprised
at wasn’t the 「Word Spirit」 she was. .h.i.t by.
It was – the two who were flying at high speeds – managed to
remove their wings and allow Plum to disguise herself!?
“「No restrictions on magic usage」- right?”
After that brief exchange, Azrael heard a voice that should
have been impossible for her to hear – as she turned around she
confirmed that it was indeed Sora who said it.
But – at that sort of speeds, if a human body were to lose its
wings – and hit the ground, they would definitely die –
A sentence that utterly stunned Azrael and yet answered all of
her doubts rang in her ears.
“- Approximately sixty minutes...game...over.”
- Without any clocks nor other tools.
Just as s.h.i.+ro recited the numbers that existed only in her mind
–
Jibril teleported, and gracefully...respectfully caught her two
Masters.
That turn of events made Azrael feel extremely distant, while
the 「Word Spirit」 previously placed on her activated.
「Forever burdened」. Within Azrael, even Avant Heim’s
strength was sealed as well.
As the colossal amount of energy that could rewrite worlds was
released, the hall and even the landscape began shattering like
gla.s.s.
Freefalling under such circ.u.mstances, Azrael’s eyes remained
wide in shock.
She didn’t need to think hard to remember – no doubt, this
feeling was the same as when Artosh – her Master was
conquered – a true sensation of 「Fear」.
...She didn’t understand.
There were too, too, too many things that she just couldn’t
understand.
Scary, how scary, how much do they actually know, they
actually could make such a dangerous bet.
No matter how much I gather knowledge, make battle plans,
how much I prepare, in the very bitter end it’s still an unknown
–
Within the darkness of all these variable elements, how could
they – how could they possibly step on a silk wire like this
without hesitation?
She had seen so many extraordinary things in quick succession.
The freefalling, continuously descending Azrael lost
consciousness –
Part 6
In her dream, Azrael saw her Master Artosh’s memories.
The everlasting chaos would only bring strength to the 「G.o.d
of War」 Artosh.
The Old Deus that fed on battle hunger, hostility, hatred and
blood – the G.o.d of War Artosh.
And now he and the splinters of his eighteen wings – the
feathers (the Flügel) and his follower the Phantasma (Avant
Heim), with such a small army, one G.o.d, one Phantasma, and
one race – waged war on the entire world, and had achieved a
crus.h.i.+ng victory.
The throne of the One True G.o.d was in Artosh-sama’s
grasp...it was unquestionable.
A Master like that, had only ever mentioned the possibility of
defeat once.
“There’s a chance I might be defeated.”
- You’re joking.
“I’m very strong.”
- Of course.
“n.o.body’s strength is greater than mine.”
- Of course.
“That’s why there’s something I just can’t understand.”
Something you can’t understand?
“I can’t understand it, because only the weak are able to. It’s
the unknown possibility that I may lose to one stronger than I.”
- ......
“That’s why I wanted to create – a unit that has the
「Imperfection」 one strong as I am does not possess.”
- Imperfection?
“The imperfect unit will use its full power – whether or not it
can exert its power and overcome adversities, I won’t
understand it.”
- ......
“But no matter whether I win or lose – in the end they will all
be 「Causes」.”
“The first feather of my eighteen wings, first unit Azrael.”
...Yes.
“When I fall in combat, please be my witness as the loser, and
mourn for me.”
- Azrael doesn’t know what Master saw.
But at the same time as he hinted at the possibility of defeat,
the Master wasn’t scared, instead he had appeared like a true
G.o.d of War –
Antic.i.p.ating the appearance of an unknown enemy – and
despite this he strived to overcome this unknown –
A smile of simple courage yet of true happiness.
“So, let’s now create this special unit...her name shall be –“
Just like that, the Master Artosh...
He finally produced his last work – the 「Special Unit」 who
became the 「Final Unit」- the imperfect unit.
In the end, it was also the unit that was able to witness the
answer at the end of the horizon where even the Master could
not.
The Master called out her name.
- Jibril.
Part 7
“...Senpai, are you finally awake?”
- My body is so heavy, that was Azrael’s first thought as she
awoke.
My wings can’t move, and I just can’t seem to be able to use
force – no!
She realized that she had never known how it felt to use the
strength of her own body.
How does my body move? Isn’t it just like teleporting?
The so-called earth – is this how it limits the presence of my
being?
Raising her head that felt heavy as a rock, Azrael looked down
at her own shadow.
And looking down at her was Jibril – and the two Imanity Sora
and s.h.i.+ro.
The lowest ranked among the 「Sixteen Races」, the weakest
species looked down at her and said.
“You attempted to play a game with the status of 「I’m the
strongest」, then you decided it was a c.r.a.ppy game just after a
single loss, now that’s just ridiculous.”
s.h.i.+ro smiled as well as she heard Sora’s words – however
Azrael couldn’t understand what they meant –
“Now you’re going to replay the game with the status of
「The weakest」, and if you still think it’s a c.r.a.ppy game –
“
“...We’ll play with you...as many times as needed...”
She understood that the 「Word Spirit」 that used on her –
limited her abilities to that of an Imanity’s.
The very smiles of the siblings told her this – Azrael bent her
head down and smiled bitterly.
- So, she couldn’t fly, she didn’t have magic, and she wasn’t
even able to see spirits.
Distance, gravity, all these concepts that she had never
experienced were now tying her down.
She rolled to the side, focused her energy on her restricted arms
and stretched towards the sky.
- So high, the skies are so high, and the earth so wide.
The power that was acting on her body was as if an infinite
wall had been built up between her and the sky and earth.
She couldn’t even imagine what it felt like to 「Fly」
anymore.
Even if one were to tell her she could fly, she didn’t have any
intention to. And that scared her.
While the two Imanity that were restricted in the same way –
laughed as they soared through the skies, and had said they had
tricked her.
“...The taste of the earth...isn’t that bad...right?”
“If you don’t crash to the ground, you’ll never have the urge
to fly again.”
They had soared in the skies so freely, and yet they were able
to say that cras.h.i.+ng once wasn’t bad.
“- Right, you can climb up after you fall down, so there’s a
next time, isn’t it?”
Sora smiled as he stretched his hand towards her – for that was
what they had done all this time.
- Finally, in Azrael’s mind, everything connected seamlessly
and she couldn’t help but smile.
Too late, she was just too late, it was but reasonable that they
called her an idiot, Azrael thought as she grabbed onto that
outstretched hand.
“...Senpai’s brain is just too stubborn.”
Jibril looked at her with her eyes half open yet caring, and
welcomed Azrael as she stood up.
Artosh’s final work – the imperfect unit. She was the
「Special Unit」, and the 「Final Unit」.
Her imperfections merely meant that – she would strive to be
perfect.
Because she was imperfect, she would naturally strive for the
unknown, the future and hope.
- Azrael finally understood – the reason why Jibril insisted on
campaigning alone.
“...Jii-chan’s brain is too active-nyan...”
She had destroyed the Elves’ city and brought all those books
back with all smiles even without being ordered to.
She had conquered all the higher ranked species alone despite
being told it was impossible, and had returned near death every
single time.
She had deserted the council, left her hometown, and even
brought new Masters as she returned –
It was exactly because she was imperfect – that’s why she
would – become stronger than anyone.
“...I see, so there really are things that can’t be understood
just through reading-nyan...”
The so-called understanding wasn’t just reliant on
memorization and increasing knowledge.
It was through actualization, personal experiences, it was only
when it a.s.similates into your very soul that one can truly
understand something.
The thing that neither Artosh nor Azrael could understand -
「The unknown」.
That was the 「Possibility」- the characteristic that could turn
the impossible into possible.
It was exactly because they were the strong ones, exactly
because they absolutely couldn’t fail, exactly because they
couldn’t lose – that they were unable to understand this.
While –
“It’s obvious that when one becomes a loser one is no longer
perfect...however I...always feared that-nyan.”
Only Jibril had slowly understood that every single time as she
neared defeat/
- Whenever they lost, no matter the Flügel or Avant Heim, they
were unable to grasp this imperfection.
While – never once faltering in her footsteps, it was no surprise
that Jibril had left.
The Flügel – Azrael and the others could only gather
knowledge.
Only Jibril freely pursued her curiosity, created knowledge,
and left behind everything she needed to know.
She was a truly strong person, yet she was always striving
towards an even greater goal – she even had respect towards
the 「Unknown」.
- That could only mean one thing.
“Nyahaha, nyahahahaha...how boring, I’d never thought that
it would be this boring after I understood it.”
She looked down, and she could only laugh – which meant...
“Have you finally understood?”
“Yes, I get it now – there’s nothing particular to be
understood-nyan.”
- How could she not laugh at that?
The answer that they had been searching for over six thousand
years – in the end there was 「No answer at all」-
“The unknown will definitely never be reversed into
knowledge, because our knowledge will eventually transform
into the unknown, there is no end to this as what may be
common knowledge yesterday may not be common knowledge
today.”
It was because that she had never lost, so after her first loss,
she was truly able to fear – the unknown.
The more she tried to understand it, the further it shrank away
from her.
“So the important thing is not to 「Memorize」, it’s to
「Learn」- and even enjoy the risk that comes with adapting to
the situation.”
Thus – the only way was to continuously strive forward –
“The reason why we lost in the Great War was because we
were unable to accomplish that. Azrael-senpai, when I lost to
the Masters and kneeled in front of them to acknowledge my
subservience, Artosh’s final order – was completed.”
Azrael looked down and mumbled:
“...Artosh-sama...did I accomplish your final orders as
well?”
- Did she not have to lie anymore?
Azrael looked up at the distant skies once again as she wiped
away her tears.
She had never realized that she had the ability to shed tears –
was this enough to appease Artosh-sama?
Sora looked at her face.
“...I’m not really sure what you’re getting at, but that
expression isn’t half bad.”
Finally – Sora spoke to Azrael with a smile on his face.
“...May I ask you four questions? Imanity – no, So-chan, s.h.i.+chan.”
- There was no answer in the first place, they merely had to go
back to square one – which meant that she had some things to
confirm.
“You both...what do you live for?”
“For s.h.i.+ro, of course.”
“...For Nii.”
“What if one of you were to die?”
“If we die we die together, so there isn’t much of a big deal.”
“...Together.”
“Why...what keeps you living?”
“I have no idea!”
“...G.o.d knows!”
“We don’t have time to be considering this sort of thing,
we’re different from you anyway, life is short.”
“...Busy...”
- They didn’t hesitate throughout, Sora replying with a smile
on his face while s.h.i.+ro replied rather seriously.
But – those weren’t the answers she was looking for – she
could only reference them.
So at last – Azrael asked:
“Can I...can I be like Jii-chan as well?”
“That’s impossible, you can only be yourself.”
- They replied without hesitation as well, which was to be
expected.
She had known that since long ago, but as Azrael began
looking increasingly melancholy, Sora instead –
“But what’s wrong with that?”
Completely cheerful – his smile was, without a doubt –
“Your expression now is excellent, I love it when you’re like
this.”
- He spoke with a smile as wide as the skies.
...
...Nyahahaha.
“The answer that we’d searched for over so long turned out
to be 「Going back to square one」, I can’t take this, even
people who can live forever get tired you know-nyan.”
Yes – thinking for oneself, which was their – reply.
She had to look for it herself, then find her own answer that
belonged to her and her alone just like Jibril had.
- As long as she knew she could accomplish it – it was enough.
Azrael said tiredly, however –
Suddenly, she heard Jibril apologizing to Sora.
“...Masters, I put my own life on the line on my own accord,
and even had to rely on your strength in the end...I offer my
sincerest apolo –“
“Ah~ about that, Jibril.”
Sora scratched his head, seemingly not knowing where to start
and said:
“This fellow over here doesn’t have the rights to order all
Flügel to commit suicide!”
“-------What!?”
Ignoring the speechless Jibril, Azrael said bitterly:
“Huh? The cat’s out of the bag!”
She stuck out her tongue evilly and laughed.
“Banning the act of suicide without permission – doesn’t
actually mean I can order you all to commit suicide! Hmm~
I’d never thought that this lie would go unnoticed for over six
thousand years, nyahahaha ♪”
s.h.i.+ro continued even more directly –
“...And even if she did...Jibril belongs to...Nii and s.h.i.+ro...”
-
She had dragged her masters in, and had prepared to die –
As Sora noticed that Jibril’s shoulders were beginning to
tremble in anger, he sighed and said:
“- But if it’s just Azrael alone, she can do it.”
Jibril inhaled sharply as she heard that, while Azrael
immediately erased her smile.
“This fellow over here bet herself and only herself from the
very beginning, as no matter the consequence she was prepared
to die alone. What kind of sister would tell her beloved imouto
to go kill herself? She’s Jibril’s trusted sister after all!”
- Azrael remained silent, then sighed and replied.
And that reply was more convincing than any form of protest
she may have made.
If there was an 「Answer」, and if the Flügel could find that
answer, even if she were to exercise her rights for all of them to
commit suicide, no one would want to die. Even if there was no
answer, with Jibril at the head of them, if they could all find a
reason to continue living, they wouldn’t want to kill themselves
as well anyway.
- At that time, Azrael whose purpose of living was to prevent
anyone from committing suicide, would have completed her
mission.
“...So-chan, have you ever p.i.s.sed people off by not minding
your own business?”
“Yeah, many times, and I p.i.s.sed them off a lot as well.
However I decided long ago that I won’t let anyone die in this
world (game), so –“
- She heard a single clap.
“Let’s play a game.”
Sora clapped his hands and spoke while laughing.
“It would be a pain if we had to start from scratch, huh?”
- No doubt, so let’s play a game.
“So, things are simple now, anyway let’s switch a game first.”
- It would definitely be an extremely interesting game.
“We want to make this world – even more interesting.”
- A game that would never get boring.
“As for whether or not we can do it – so, which side will you
bet on?”
...
-.....
“Nyaha...nyahahah, nyahahahahahhahahahah!!”
In six thousand years, no, possibly for the first time in her life,
she laughed sincerely.
Maybe because her physical abilities were being restrained by
the Imanity – she laughed too hard to the point where her
stomach began to ache.
Azrael laughed so emotionally that she even started to cry, and
she raised her head – and then -
- She grabbed onto Sora and kissed him.
“Ugh!?”
“...!?”
“What – M, Master!? A-Azrael-senpai!!”
...For a full few seconds, Azrael tongue-kissed Sora and
stopped.
“Nyahaha~ if both sides bet that 「It’s possible」, the bet
won’t be valid ♥”
“”...””
Sora appeared lost, while the other two looked at them with
gazes that could kill, and Azrael spoke, ignoring them:
“We...as for me who wanted to die, you gave me a chance to
have fun with you all, and so I’m extremely overjoyed at your
request-nyan. But – I don’t yet have the right to walk alongside
So-chan like Jii-chan does.”
She waved and turned to leave...she felt the gravity that
restrained her body and continued forward.
Her sister worried about her, the Imanity worried about her,
comforted her, and even prevented her from committing
suicide.
No matter what you were to say – if this were to go on, I would
be relying on them too much, and she smiled bitterly.
“But this is fine as well, since I bet it’s 「Possible」 toonyan?
Before the results come out – I’ll try my best to wait
for it, since Jii-chan believes in me-nyan, I hope that you all
can just wait for me a while more.”
Part 8
“...Nii...you let her kiss you.”
“Just wait a minute here, no matter how you look at it, she
forced herself on me right?”
“You say that, Master, but because of the 「Ten Pledges」 it
isn’t possible to abuse another’s rights, so unless the Master
had allowed it subconsciously there was no other way that
Azrael-senpai could have kissed you.”
“Wait a second, if I were to deny a beautiful lady like that
unconsciously that would be disastrous to me as a guy!”
“...Nii is fine with anyone...as long as it’s a girl...”
“You’re ju