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Even if Mochizuki Oboro had exceptional combat skills, she would never be able to react to her attacks, no matter how skilled she was.
Using weapons or Noble Phantasms would be out of the question; just relying on her tail would be enough to render Mochizuki Oboro incapacitated... That was what Melsin originally thought.
Miss.
Missed.
The probability of avoiding attacks was given to Mochizuki Oboro by Melshin herself, so she can't blame anyone else.
"It seems Lady Luck is on my side." Mochizuki Oboro loudly commanded, "Berserker!"
"Lord Morgan?!"
Even though the other party was just a fake shadow, the conditioned reflex of awe still made Meilu Xin subconsciously pause, thus missing the opportunity to arrest Mochizuki Oboro.
Seizing the moment when Mirusin was stunned, Mochizuki Oboro quickly stepped back, distancing herself from the Servants.
"You bastard!" Bavanshi was genuinely angry.
"Don't rush, you can't escape it yourself." Mochizuki Oboro snapped her fingers: "Archer!"
Add oil to the fire.
……
We lost. Utterly and completely.
Mochizuki Oboro's tactic was to "fight himself".
Previously, Melsin thought victory was assured, but she was constantly held back by her Servant Shadow version, and with the interference of other Servant Shadows, her defeat was inevitable.
The reasons for the defeats of Mary, Medea, Nero, Abigail, and others were the same.
Bawanshi lay slumped on the floor, showing no signs of being a pampered young lady.
"Then, according to the rules, I will have complete control over you all."
"Hurry up, I can't wait any longer," Melusin urged.
“?” Mochizuki Oboro slowly typed out a question mark: “My domination means turning you all into obedient servants, and you will not be freed until other players conquer this palace.”
Impatiently, Meilushin, with a strength she didn't know she came up with, shoved Mochizuki Oboro aside: "Isn't that even better?"
"I am the master, and you are the servant. Do you understand?"
"Ugh... How boring."
As the rules dictated, Melishin had no choice but to obediently leave Mochizuki Oboro and sit on the ground like a little dog.
"Next up is your turn." Mochizuki Oboro tightened her collar. "Just cooperate."
The biggest difference between reality and artistic works such as movies is that artistic works must follow logic, while reality does not.
The heroes who marched toward the palace were all defeated, and some even became slaves of the Demon King, which is a sad thing (?).
“Wait a moment,” Nero cleared his throat, “Even if it’s my final bow, I want to leave with dignity. May I sing one song?”
[Skill: Star Premonition has been activated.]
For no apparent reason, Mochizuki felt a sudden pang of unease, but she couldn't pinpoint the cause.
How could this be?
"Can you sing now?" Nero tilted his head to one side.
"Let's sing." Having failed to locate the source of the danger, Mochizuki Oboro nodded in agreement: "What should we sing? Do we need background music?"
"It's just a simple Christmas song, no music needed."
The Rose Emperor smiled sweetly.
In this completely idealistic world, she unknowingly changed into Santa Claus's costume and was carrying a large gift bag.
Chapter 265: Morning Blossoms and Evening Plucks
The more cunning and calculating a person is, the more likely they are to fail due to unforeseen factors.
Mochizuki Oboro couldn't describe Nero's singing voice in any of the languages he knew. He even doubted whether it was human vocal cords.
There are no problems in daily conversations, but as soon as he opens his mouth, a mental attack more ferocious than a demon god will frantically assault the listener's soul, refusing to stop even if it sheds blood and tears.
"I lost."
The Demon King was ultimately defeated by the Hero. He was one move behind.
"Hmm..." Nero pouted unhappily, "Don't you all appreciate my singing?"
Unfortunately, this sonic attack did not shield teammates. Mary, Medea, Bavanshi, Abigail, and Melusin all perished.
The Rose Emperor possesses extraordinary charm, but beyond her dazzling appearance, not everyone can appreciate her inner beauty.
The breathtakingly beautiful sound was like a golden vortex that tore through dimensions, causing Mochizuki Oboro to collapse to the ground, unable to rise again.
The palace of greed has fallen.
"A promising start but a disappointing ending. I thought the story would be more convoluted and bizarre." Kazuradrop puffed out his cheeks. "If this were a manga, this ending would definitely be considered a bad one. I can only give it a 67 out of 100."
Mochizuki Oboro said weakly, "Isn't this bizarre enough? Did you hear the singing just now?"
“No, not at all~~” Kazuradrop said with a smile.
I've naturally seen the BB era videos on Kazuradrop. The information about Nero's singing voice was even specifically marked as extremely dangerous.
Young and impetuous, Kazuradrop was filled with rebellious thoughts; the more she was forbidden to see something, the more she wanted to see it.
Then she regretted it.
Therefore, when Nero recently asked to sing, Kazuradrop immediately muted the live monitoring screen to avoid repeating the same mistake.
"Five more palaces to go, everyone keep up the good work!"
……
Peaceful. Tranquil.
In the early morning, the town of Yashidaba was shrouded in a thin mist. The lush green grass held clear dewdrops, and a gentle breeze blew by. The clouds and rice stalks all bowed their heads and said "hello".
The slowly rising sunset and the twilight scenery were no different. The orange-red half of the sky dyed the snow-white clouds a rosy hue, like tempting cotton candy.
Accustomed to the fast pace of modern metropolitan life, the students of Academy City found the leisurely countryside retreats quite unsettling.
At least around 7 a.m., not many young people can get up.
Ghostly Miss Asagami Fujino slowly drifted into the shrine.
As a significant part of traditional Japanese culture, shrines have become one of the stereotypes that other countries and regions have about Japan.
Torii gates, fortune slips, prayers, shrine maidens. Just mentioning them evokes a strong sense of Japanese culture.
Unfortunately, there are no shrine maidens in Yashidaba Town, only foxes.
It looks a bit old, and has probably been through the trials of time, but the light in its eyes has never dimmed, and every movement reveals its spirituality and uniqueness.
"Hello." Asagami Fujino slowly squatted down, trying to avoid making any large movements that might frighten the fox.
The fox raised its head and snorted in response.
Asagami Fujino asked, almost as if possessed, "Do you know about midnight...television?"
The fox nodded.
"!"
So this fox can understand human speech?
No, it might just be a simple coincidence.
Her heart pounded faster and louder. Asagami Fujino began her animal conversation earnestly: "Can you tell me what you know?"
"(A look that hints at something good)."
"Fish? Meat chunks? Snacks?"
The fox shook its head.
It nimbly ran, dodging and weaving, and picked up an ema (votive plaque) and handed it to the girl.
"A commission?" Asagami Fujino tilted her head cutely.
The fox nodded and smiled.
Ema (votive plaques) are tools used to pray to the gods. People often write their wishes and names on them, hoping to receive some help. Whether it's about school, love, career... in short, whatever troubles you feel, you can try asking the gods for help.
The ema in Asagami Fujino's hand was different.
The words above, which neither beg for help nor complain endlessly, are incredibly heartwarming.
Let's cheer up those around us! This world is a beautiful place!
Nanako
This name isn't particularly special in Japan. Names like X-ko, X-no, and X-le are all very common, but even so, Asagami Fujino still finds Nanako very cute.
Boring adults wouldn't write such words on an ema (votive plaque).
“I accept this request.” Asagami Fujino stood up and smiled gently.
The fox seemed quite pleased as well.
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Commercial street.
If Academy City represents the future, Tokyo is the model of the present, and JUNES is a reflection of most cities, then the shopping street of Yasuiba Town is a remnant of the past.
The neighborhood shops are full of warmth and community spirit. There's the tofu shop I've been eating at since I was a child, the fabric shop that has been working with Amagi Inn for a long time, the bustling blacksmith shop, the quiet bookstore, and the general store that meets the daily needs of the residents...
Compared to the cold metropolis, this place is much warmer, but it is also becoming increasingly distant from the times.
Perhaps one day, the scenery here will only remain in our memories.
"Up so early? It's rare to see a young man like you." The shopkeeper smiled kindly.
Mochizuki Oboro responded with a smile: "I just woke up earlier today."
Goods were piled up haphazardly on the worn-out shelves. Kitchen condiments such as oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar were not placed high enough that even a hunched old lady could easily reach them.
Ultraman toys, toy car models, bamboo dragonflies, and old-fashioned trading cards seem to carry the laughter of the past.
Suddenly, something inconspicuous struck Mochizuki Oboro's heart like a hammer, firmly drawing his attention to it.
"It's not a real cigarette. It's just candy with similar packaging," the shopkeeper kindly reminded her.
“I know.” Mochizuki Oboro gently picked up a bag. “This is what I’ve been looking for.”
The process is cheap, the sweetness is rough, and its only selling points are the packaging and the appearance.
Long ago, when Mochizuki Oboro was still in kindergarten, he thought smoking was "cool" and wanted to try it himself. Children who lack discernment often like to follow trends.
Instead of taking the time to give him a good talking-to, the old man went through the streets and alleys, going to great lengths to find this cheap tobacco candy for Mochizuki Oboro.
Time can wear away many things. Wang Yuelong has forgotten many details, but the image of sitting with his father in front of their house "smoking" remains vivid in his memory.
"Kids these days don't like this kind of stuff anymore. This is the last batch I'm stocking. You're lucky," the shopkeeper chuckled.
"Well, good luck."
Unlike other times, Mochizuki Oboro opened the item before checking out, took out a stick, and tucked it between her fingers.