Chapter 182 – Aoba / Preparedness and Loss (1/2)

Chapter 181: Aoba / The Woman that Taiyou Cannot kill Chapter 183 - Aoba / The Desperate Magical Sword

Translator: Ranzan

Electronic lights intersected.

Crack! The sight of fireworks and sharp sounds of explosion.

Hera slapped away the short sword and flew of toward the direction of tomorrow.

「…it…was hit.」

「Why?」

「Because there’s something physically in the way of the knife?」

「Ah.」

Taiyou realized, as he reacted to Aoba’s words.

Hera could only be seen or touched by Taiyou and those that he had kissed. Nothing from his experience had ever seen different, and there was no way that there were exceptions.

Except this time, with this broken short sword.

This was a real thing, Tsubaki had ordered it, and the girl in the hospital gown had held it.

Of course, the girl in white could see it, touch it…and attack with it.

Taiyou then asked her,

「What did that look like to you?」

「A brok-en sword, flew.」

「I see…」

「Hey, Shiro…」

「No-t…my name.」

She said with a shake of her head and a wavering voice.

She still had the pro wrestling mask on her head. With her knee length black gothic Lotita dress and her long white hair, the mask on her face stood out in total incongruity.

Still, she had all those things on.

「Mask…the Third.」

「Yes.」

She responded with a nod. Taiyou continued with,

「…please, stop that crap with the Mask.」

「But hourly pay…」

「I’ll pay whatever you want to stop!」

They continued on with their familiar banter.

Before, Taiyou had repaid 10 million yen, but he still had the money he owed her.

Even so, Taiyou had made the quick decision.

「I under…stand.」

She nodded and turned towards Hera.

She placed her hand on the plain-wood sheathed national treasure 「Gyakuten」.

Hera flew towards them, as the red flash ignored her and flew towards Taiyou.

「Jizai.」

She whispered to herself, but it was pronounced clearly unlike her usual halting speech.

「Hakutei-hachirin.」

With a calm spirit, she took the large sword and the broken magical sword and flung them at Hera.

Crack, came a sound. Both swords were flung to the ground. Like skipping stones, they bounced along the ground and flew.

Attack…and pursuit.

They seemed to disappear, but after the bound the went in pursuit of Hera, appearing on the other side. At an unreal speed they flew, and in the same way attempted to slash at Hera, who then blocked them away. They took the same position again, and Hera slapped them away the same.

Clank! Clink! Clank! They made sounds reminiscent of a metronome.

The white girl continued with it.

A solitary rally.

A scene where she was the player, and Hera, it seemed, was the tennis ball.

「Hah!」

A shrieking attack cry with a slashing cut.

If almost to do a finishing move Hera took the sword and slapped it quickly to the ground.

The fairy-obsessed swords now moved differently, this time instead of bouncing simply sinking into the ground.

「How was…that?」

Mask the Third asked while walking slowly back to them.

She asked in her characteristically halting way of speaking.

「Wow! …was that your shadow attack?」

「N…no…」

「Just admit it! It definitely was your shadow attack!」

Taiyou thought it was slightly different than the shadow attack she had used before, but he thought it was pointless to talk about.

He thought about what they should do about Hera. The main culprit in this had to be the sword.

「Maybe we should pick up the broken sword.」

「I’ll…try…」

「Please.」

「Ah…」

She calmly walked towards Hera, but then stopped.

The red fairy slowly flew up from the place where the sword was stuck in the ground.

She stopped in the sky, and then a strange transformation occurred.

The sword rose slowly and seemed to melt while being absorbed into her body.

「Unification…」

The words suddenly were clear to a gamer like Taiyou.