Chapter 2 —
Whodunit
Over-Explanation
Floating on the threshold of death, Miko——saw a
distant dream.
That was a distant...... comparable to eternity for a
dead person, a far old memory.
But for the undesiring girl, wandering alone for an
eternity, falling asleep at last——such a dream......
The girl recognized for the first time——was the
universe wriggling into creation.
It wasn’t even creation and destruction, the wriggling
heaven and earth merely painted over creation with
creation.
The girl asked——[What place is this], [Who am I].
The universe had nothing that could reply, but what did
——was the girl’s [Quintessence].
Her [Quintessence] replied——[This is a
star
planet],
[Thou is a god].
But the girl’s next query, her [Quintessence] simply
remained forever silent without responding.
——[What is a god] ——......
In that long silence, the girl simply took up a single
brush, continued questioning, continued writing.
Just a few words, she waited to the end for something
to reply, but what arrived were only the fires of war.
Turning towards the conflicting gods breaking the star,
the girl who asked merrily——received only an idle
reply.
Who are you——I am a god. What is a god——A god
is a god——............
——The girl didn’t know, but Miko drifting in her
memories knew.
She didn’t have an “ego” on that star——to still
question [why].
The lonely philosopher who held her knee questioning
eternity, disappointed——fell into an eternal slumber.
Just one at the end of eternity. Finally getting an
answer, she embraced it lovingly——
【————Yes. Until thou awakened me. 】
With the resounding voice, the drifting far away
Miko’s consciousness was lifted up............
[......I wonder......? Why, am I still alive?]
Looking around to her surroundings, Miko noticed her
eyes were——no.
She didn’t have any of her senses.
Within the unclear silence, she heard the familiar
voice echoing inside her consciousness.
【——Denial. If you release this hand, then your soul
will soon fall off the dew and disappear. 】
Those words belonged to that girl, the [Quintessence],
she harbored within her body for many years.
It was a voice that sounded to be emotionless, lifeless
——without any warmth.
[I see. But we can’t talk if I die, you know? See, it’s
exactly because we can’t, you even became the dew,
right.]
Somehow, it seemed her soul was being held——
literally, “in the palm of God’s hands”.
Although she didn’t seem to not only have a mouth and
throat, but not even a body——Miko laughed loudly.
Maybe it was because that didn’t please her, but......
【——Thou. For scheming against god, know your
place. 】
For one instant, Miko’s consciousness was certainly
cut off.
She surely should’ve “died” in the palm god put her
power into——but she remained completely aloof
regardless.
I admit it. Even proudly. That I deceived an Old
Deus, and used her——and that’s because——
[Isn’t “the one who got deceived the one at fault”, a
rule of
Disboard
this world?]
——Once again, her consciousness got cut.
Did she die for a single moment again?
[I wish you’d stop killing and resurrecting me as you
please. It’s making my blood run cold——ah but I also
don’t have blood, do I?]
【——Thou schemed. Twice. 】
The god’s words of condemnation were words that,
just by themselves, would bring annihilation if it weren’t
for the [Ten Oaths]. But——
[Why are you sulking? I guess that means the game
must be proceeding as expected, huh.]
That’s right, if it’s proceeding just like she schemed,
then——
As if replacing the reply, Miko’s field of vision
opened even though she didn’t have even one of her five
senses.
She saw each one of the participants proceeding on the
spiral drawn by the lands and separated as squares.
Apparently, things are all proceeding as planned——
[——You will lose you know?]
She laughed pleased, even forgetting she was in a
situation where she was immersed in death to the top of
her head.
【Affirmative. That may happen to a god deceived
twice by the Provisional Fee——everything is possible,
with nothing to be gained. 】
The god’s face as she said that couldn’t be seen.
But her voice didn’t contain any traces of emotion,
concern or interest at all.
Desiring nothing, expecting nothing, discarding
everything as if it was meaningless, the same as worthless
【I care not for what will happen. Winning or losing
——all that changes is the [outcome]. The [conclusion]
will not change. 】
——It seemed to be...... just like a child sulking.
【Thou schemed and betrayed——from the moment
thou sold me, the limit of the solution thou seeks would not
change anymore.】
Miko gave a wry smile since the girl wasn’t aware
herself.
Miko knew——no, she couldn’t understand.
She simply found out that it was like that.
For an Old Deus——for that girl, even the way to
measure the time itself seemed to differ from theirs.
Those eyes overlooking countless branches of futures,
and even the possible worlds, could already see the
outcome of this game——in that case, surely it must be
seeing what lied ahead of that outcome, as if it were
countless predetermined facts.
But.
[It’ll change...... the outcome and also the conclusion,
along with you.]
——It’s useless.
For starters, from the moment she was deceived by
Miko, it was clear there were things unknown even to the
gods.
That’s even more true when it’s about “this girl”
——Miko erased her laugh from her voice.
[I schemed, deceived, and betrayed you. The first time
unintentionally, the second time intentionally. Still——]
With a tinge of loneliness dyeing her voice, Miko even
so spoke——aggressively.
[I did not tell any lies. If you didn’t understand that,
then that’s the limit of what you can see.]
——When she told Miko, “thou sold me”.
In the end, the transcendental race’s recognition, its
range of comprehension...... was “just to that degree”,
she thought.
[I——and those people; they will also bring you
along, beyond that.]
That’s why she still declared, fearlessly.
[Skepticism is synonymous with trust. The move
which you don’t know of and I also once gave up on——
that will drag both the outcome and conclusion along with
the entire world, and change it all...... don’t you think the
move that will pull in such a future——will be a sight to
behold?]
【So they are what will pull it in——I see, so that must
be what thou calls a ‘spectacle’.】
The scenery captured in God’s eyes.
It was reflected in the vision it shared with Miko——
the figure of the ones approaching.
[P-Probably...... surely...... ah...... I wonder if it
was too precipitated......?]
——It’s alright...... it should be. Probably,
maybe...... surely——
——152
th square.
The place they are aiming for with their third move
was the 204
th square.
Based on Shiro’s map, it was a plain grazing the
country of Haywest, the Elven Garde’s territory on the
Andalusia Continent.
From the rocks, it dissolved into an aqua color until
the barren wilderness halfway forming a desert.
The ones gathering attention from the pinnacle,
reaching for the ends of possibilities even god didn’t
know of were——right now,
“Hyaahahh screw that about walking with a person’s
legs, relying on tools is how we do it!”
——The potential of humans lies not on their bodies
but on their wisdom! or so he was shouting loudly.
A Harley ran through——splitting the wind, and
tearing through the wasteland.
The roar of the engine hit the atmosphere as it went to
the end of the period, literally roaring through it.
“S-Soraa!? Just what is thisssssss!?”
“......Ni, Nii...... r-reduce...... the, speed......”
The middle-aged man, pushing the two screaming
children (provisionally two years old) into the sidecar,
roared.
“Don’t say something so rude, sister! Can’t you hear it
——the voice of the wind, telling me to become the
light!!”
Towards her older brother, whose eyes through the
rider goggles were harboring madness while saying some
ambiguous things.
Shiro thought——it traced back to a few hours
ago......
————............
It’s been 14 days since the start of the game——they’ve
ran out of food supplies.
“I’ve had enough...... I wanna go home, or rather, it’s
already over so everyone will die ahahahaha.”
“......Nii...... can Shiro...... reach, the......
goal......?”
“Ah, a pink elephant is flying~...... it won’t take much
if we ride on that♪”
The three of them were still in their second move——
walking like ghosts on the 58
th square, where they
performed the
ritual
random number analysis.
......In the first place, it was by a miraculous luck they
managed to get hold of a cart so quick.
Losing the cart, they procured substitute legs, and in
the end they even made a bicycle on their own and
proceeded——
But the road-less path extending for 580km was far too
harsh for such a quickly-made ride.
Every time they lost the ride they struggled to obtain,
their hearts came closer to breaking——and unaware of it.
——I would rather walk than that, and the three of
them unthinkingly stepped forward with their own legs.
Only their dice increased smoothly, depending on
whom stepped on Sora and Shiro’s tasks——but.
Sora and the others simply kept walking mindlessly,
evading the sun, escaping from the rain and getting
frightened of wild animals.
After spending more than two weeks like that, they
exhausted their food supplies, and finally fell into despair
——it was at that time.
Their vision blackened——they reached their
destination——at the end of the 119
th
loading
Square Movement].
The place where the outcome of [58] pointed to......
was the 120
th square, the one with the【Task】.
Those three were standing up lonely on the open
wilderness——and like them, there was a single billboard
standing alone.
——【Answer the name of this motorcycle’s maker. If
you can answer it, then you can take it! 】
At the side of the billboard, where they read one
sentence written by Sora and Shiro themselves, was that.
A high-consumption large-sized motorcycle vehicle
with a side-car attached, making its engine growl and with
the fuel tank full.
Like always, it was a task that only Sora and Shiro
could answer——and, although unlikely, maybe Jibril
——in other words.
——[Harley]
[24]
.
Throwing the dice once again, Sora rode on the Harley
smiling at the miracle witnessed by God——
“Hahah!! Using over half of the Tasks for [legs] really
paid off! Roar, V-Type Air-Cooled DOHC Evolution
Engine!!
[25]
Run through the spiral’s horizons, now, until
the sky!!!”
——And that’s how it became like that.
“......Ni, Nii, did you, have, a license......?”
Shiro asked the obvious while the wind hit her face,
trying distract herself from the fear.
There’s no way he had that.
Forget about the license for a large bike, he had no
experience on driving anything aside a granny’s bike.
The community of the hikikomori NEETs don’t even
have the slightest motivation needed to obtain something
like that.
“The license to ride a Harley? Hah, of course I have
But the reply of her older brother as he raised his
thumb with all his heart went over——diagonally above
her expectations.
“The burning soul of an old man! The American
spirit!! Right here in my heart!!”
“......Nii, we are, Japanese...... also, it’s unclear if
we, have even the Yamato-Damashii
[26]...... since we
are hikikomoris.”
The shout came from provisionally 43.2-year-old
virgin, Sora, who collected Shiro and Steph’s dice——
“......Furthermore, that’s a ‘misrepresentation of age’
......come back, to sanity......!”
Regardless of the age he appeared, she asserted the
inside was definitely the 18-year-old virgin Sora, but.
“Calm down, sister...... your brother’s heart had
never before been this much enlightened. It’s alright?”
Shiro nodded insecure, as her brother once again
started speaking weirdly while smiling like a Buddha.
That change without any context was the best proof
nothing was okay at all, but——
“People are distinguished based on the country they
were born——would you say something so sad?”
——We are the world; we are the children.
Seeming about to sing like that, Sora looked at the
distance through the goggles.
“Would you be unable to know about Yamato if you
haven’t been born on Japan? Feel the Yamato and honor
the Yamato...... Is that something you cannot do, as long
as you weren’t born inside the frame border known as the
Japan drawn on the map? Your brother doesn’t think so.”
“......That...... is...... b-but, Nii——”
“America——that’s a good example. The only ones
considered Americans are its citizens——right?”
“......Y-yes...... it’s a country, of immigrants......but”
“However, both those of American birth and the
immigrants pride themselves of the America. Touch the
heart and know the mind. Not as a frame border——but on
the moment they touch that heart built up by the people,
that heart will also dwell in them.”
——Therefore, it’s not a problem of birth.
As her brother revised his Buddha smile and yelled
with a Kongōrikishi
[27]
smile, Shiro became convinced.
“I touched the
heart
Harley and an AMERICAN dwelt there
——I already am America!!”
——What should I do...... Nii is broken......
“W-Well, besides, that’s just in public isn’t it? Aren’t
those Earth’s legislative regulations? There aren’t any
policemen here either, are there?”
The self-proclaimed American complemented while
mumbling with such a chicken heart.
“Shiro, it’s not just my impression right~ Sora is
already no good.”
Although reluctant, Shiro held the exact opinion as that
disheartened comment, so she said out of despair.
“And also——well, isn’t it about time to consider a
serious problem......?”
“Problem!? There are no problems! Put the love from
the America, and——
what will be will be
let it be!!!”
“......Nii...... the Be○tles
[28]
, are...... from
England......!”
“As if I’ll let that whatever it may be happen!! S-Shiro
understands too don’t you? Like picking up flowers——”
“......Shiro, is a bishoujo...... and bishoujos, don’t
use...... toilets......”
“Eh, what did you say!? It’s hard to hear due to the
engine and the wind so please speak louder!!”
The flow went with her older brother developing
(physically) a protagonist’s deafness disease followed by
a combo of sexual harassment, but she went with the flow
and ignored it.
Shiro took out a tablet PC from the rucksack crushing
Steph, and thought.
......Rather, it’s normal for her brother to be this
broken......
——It’s been over 18 days since the game started......
436 hours and 18 minutes to be accurate.
Their food supplies been exhausted, the fatigue was
piling up, let alone they haven’t had much sleep.
Even if it’s not monsters...... dangers enough to kill
people, like wild dogs, insects, and weather where
everywhere.
It was a long journey that’s scarce even in
environments where one could relax and rest——it would
be weirder if one didn’t break down.
......Though there was one exception, who was
carried on the back whenever she got tired of walking, and
would rest on the chest when laying down.
Except for Shiro, who had “Nii” ——the best
portable bed that allowed her to have a sound sleep
regardless of the place.
Then from here on it’s my own job, Shiro murmured
on her mind, and started her thoughts——sorting
situation, start.
——The names, number of dice possessed, including
their provisional ages——are as it follows:
Sora with [24] dice——43.2 years old.
Shiro with [2] dice——2.2 years old.
Steph with [1] die——1.8 years old.
The reason why Shiro and Steph are infants obviously
wasn’t for the sake of the
Old man Soul
Harley’s license.
If they become smaller, then the amount of food
supplies they need will reduce.
When walking, they would give priority to the stamina,
and would redistribute the dice.
The reason why Shiro would keep two dice and Steph
one, was so her dice wouldn’t reach zero if her task was
coincidentally broken through.
It was exactly because they repeatedly adjusted the
dice based on the situation accurately that they came this
far——but.
The one who carried the burden born from that
repetition without letting even a single complaint slip out
was——her brother.
And as a result, Sora suffered a major damage——one
making people think the only reason he hasn’t sunk yet was
because he’s the flagship.
Steph——had excluded her requests along with her
thoughts.
She would live strongly with ‘there’s no shame since I
don’t even have panties’ spirit——conclusion.
(......There’s an urgent need to secure...... food
supplies, for Nii...... and an environment, which Nii can
get, a good sleep......)
——Current position, 152
th square.
At somewhere grazing the western border of a country
on Elven Garde’s territory, Haywest.
Number of dice and number of remaining squares until
the [Objective], the estimated
time and amount of fuel
necessary——
“......Ah.”
Pinching the LCD of the Tablet PC, Shiro widened the
map showing there.
Discovering “a certain thing” barely included on the
current coordinates’square, she raised her voice.
She immediately made a formula——no, she indexed
a calculative formula, and murmured.
“......Nii...... at 2.4km to the east from here......
there’s a small city...... and an...... ‘inn’......”
“Inn!? Lodgings! Aren’t inns good when you’ve been
camping outside without taking a bath for more than two
weeks!?”
Being crushed by luggage and Shiro, Steph reacted
with full force to that murmur, even faster than Sora.
——There’s also a toilet there, though Steph didn’t
say it, she took a single glance at Shiro, who nodded.
But Sora slightly frowned his eyebrows, dubiously.
It’s just natural, Shiro thought inside her mind.
That’s because Shiro did not mind it even though the
word “bath” popped up——but.
“It’s fine! Hurry up and go already! Hurry, hurry up!
The flower! The flower is!!”
“......You, saying flower in a situation like this, you
sure are strong huh...... what will you do with something
like a flower, eat it?”
“Right! Now! If you don’t head there then——I’ll
jump down, alright!?”
“I-I got it, I said I got it! Really, and we finally got that
tension out......”
Sora said in a good condition, but just good enough to
not let her notice it was the last shine before the candle
burned out.
Pouting——he reluctantly lowered the bike’s body.
Drifting loudly, he made the sidecar float while
making a turn and raised up sand——
“Hyaaaaaaaaaah is this vehicle unable to turn around
without doing thissss!?”
“That is right !!”
——Shiro even got moved at the lie her brother
instantly replied without a single moment of hesitation.
“Is that so! Then it can’t be helped rightttttttttttttttttttt!!”
With Steph’s screams as the klaxon, the bike went
heading towards the small forest.
■ ■ ■ ■ ■
——On the same 152th square...... coincidentally at
the same time.
There was a figure of a man kicking the ground while
running on all fours, trying to overtake that klaxon.
It was Hatsuse Ino with four dice——provisionally
39.2 years old, wearing a black and red aura.
The red vapor, was proof of the [Blood Devastation]
——it was the vaporization of the boiling blood, but,
“Yes, well, it was my mistake alright? It may be a
blunder I committed without a single speck of intention,
but you know what?”
——The pitch-black color was proof of the laughing
beast’s boiling killing intent while baring its fangs.
Ino was enraged. He was boiling with more rage than
he ever did before.
Two moves before, Ino stopped on a certain square
and was told so by the voice that echoed:
————[Pluck out the thingy in your crotch and die
for the sake of the world.] ——Death, through
the【Task】he wrote himself.
Naturally, Ino closed his eyes——You’ll kill people,
so you also will get killed.
He long since prepared himself for that natural
retribution, but he still shed a single tear for the sake of his
prided son who would get plucked out.
And then, after a few minutes, or maybe a few hours,
waiting for his own death after accepting everything ——
he finally noticed.
His tasks didn’t contain any specifications and, as such,
there was no coercive power......
——At the same time, he cried in relief since he kept
praying Izuna wouldn’t step on his tasks.
He prayed...... every hour he would bow down on the
ground and make a wish for Miko-sama.
He burned with regret and repentance.
He prayed...... he even wholeheartedly begged that
Sole God for the first time in his life while shedding tears
of blood.
Hey almighty shitty brat residing on the heavens, do
something good once in a while.
His prayers were answered——the cute Izuna
wouldn’t die due to his own foolishness anymore.
But it wasn’t goodwill making that come true——it
was a mocking voice.
Thus he realized that——in this world, there isn’t
anyone who will listen to prayers of goodwill.
This world is simply and merely filled with evil
intentions...... it must be corrected no matter what.
And for the moment, there was someone who certainly
noticed it yet still incited him——that monkey.
——Ino’s initial speculation was this.
Unlike himself, the clever Izuna would certainly
notice the true intention of this game, and be victorious.
Then it’d be fine if I just obliterate Sora without
fail, and transfer the dice to Izuna when the opportunity
arrives.
But——that’d be troubling now, Ino thought while
shaving his own life, sprinting towards the goal.
If he reached the goal, then all of his requests would
be granted——then.
——I must run aiming for the world’s victory known
as “make Sordono die” no matter what——!!!
His rationality spoke...... you reap what you sow.
Rather, there’s too much leniency since the retribution
for trying to kill someone ended up being just that.
Why do people fight——they fight for the sake of
peace, isn’t that putting the horse before the cart?
But after things came this far, it’s too late to act
intelligently now.
Why do they fight? ——It’s because they are stupid.
Then as the fool strangling his own neck while going
for yours and holding a misplaced anger now, I’ll bark
like the fool I am.
——In other words.
“It seems I can’t calm down unless I bury my fist in
that face at least once, isn’t that so, damn monkey?!”
THIS! ——IS THIS!!
THAT! ——IS THAT!!
“Eh, excuse me for the rudeness, although I don’t think
I’m being rude in the least. Are you Hatsuse Ino-sama?”
......Ino hardened his resolve, and even shaved off his
life as he sprinted in order to surpass that sound.
But then that absurd——Jibril abruptly asked with an
air of composure, while going in parallel with him.
“Hahaha...... although it can be expected of a
birdbrain, but even birds have good sight, you know?”
Even if he became younger, there was but one single
male Warbeast in this game.
After Ino acted sarcastically, Jibril gazed at a book for
some reason——gave a single nod, and——
“Please excuse me for that...... I never really cared
much about the distinction between a
canine
Warbeast and a
dog
beast
aside from whether they walk on two feet or four legs, so
something like their gender is——ah, how about this: if
you remain on four legs for all eternity, wouldn’t you also
be classified with the [beasts] and decrease the number of
items in the dictionary by one!?”
Jibril said so with a full smile, Ino unintentionally
stopped on his feet.
——He quietly stood up on two legs and showed a
wordless rejection.
“ah~...... what a pity——well, let’s put that aside
She made a regretful face for a single instant, but
maybe she didn’t really care about that——she suddenly
pointed to the forest,
“There are three presences of Imanity over there——
two of them are the Masters, right?”
“......? ......Why, would you ask that to me?”
“No, it was just a little greeting and...... ah, please
continue crawling on the ground from now on too ♪”
——The sub-audio said “I have no more use to you
so disappear”.
Sending off Jibril’s back as she jumped and went off
with a smile, Ino said out doubtful.
“......Why, is she still here?”
That absurdity can teleport as much as she wants——
no.
Even if it was sealed due to the rule of proceeding
through the squares with the dice, it was someone who
could calmly follow him, even though he was running with
enough force to reach the speed of the sound.
What reason could she have for still being here——
rather——
Why would she purposefully tell Ino she was going to
greet Sora and Shiro——?
“......Are you telling me to cool down my head a bit
——and ‘question it’?”
That uncomfortable feeling——the true nature of this
game Ino had yet to understand.
That act was something far too unbecoming of
Jibril...... but——
■ ■ ■ ■ ■
——On the eastern border of the 152
th square, there
was a city...... just like Shiro calculated.
Elven Garde, in a country town in a remote place at
the suburbs of the Haywest province——a fragment of it.
There was one part of a [human village] barely
reflected on this Sugoroku, since the square breaks down
just a little further ahead.
That place was nothing more than scraps just a little
further ahead from the border of Elven Garde——but.
Compared to Elkia——no, even with the previous
world, the cultural differences were dimensions apart.
A style with its own sophistication that one would
hesitate to call it an “architecture”.
The house and the road woven with trees elegantly
blended into the forest filled with gorgeous colors from
the watery light released by the jellyfish-like flower
swimming in the air.
Though in such fantasy-like [
city
Forest] taken out by god
——there weren’t any signs of elves, the residents.
——Everyone must have let out exclamation marks at
that scenery, and stood still.
That highlight was one that must’ve made the game
designer display all the sense he had in his spirit.
But what had echoed without any intention of reading
the mood was——
——Popo-papapararara~n ♪
“Sora obtained a mysterious grass——wait, this
again, I’ve already had enough of you, damn it!!”
Making the sound effect himself, the middle-aged man
shouted while slamming the flowing [mysterious grass] to
the ground.
Before the urgent hunger, both admiration and
emotion won’t be of any use.
Fully ignoring the scenery, the 43.2 years old Sora
violently rode through the house, Harley and all, and
rummaged it.
“......Nii, the elves...... are, vegetarians......”
“That’s a lie, right!? Then where the hell did the
nutrients from Fiel’s breasts came from!? Even for cows
with their fats, they don’t inflate like that, right?! There
should be at least rice, meat and meat somewhere right!?”
Guessing by the sound effect——it was the “Hero’s”
privilege of the eight Dra*** Que**
[29]
.
After arbitrarily entering people’s house and making a
household inspection, he then claims a mysterious
authoritarianism, but.
When a grimy middle-aged man does that, it’s
unmistakably the burglar act of a “bandit” ——
“......Can, I ask...... something......?”
“Hii!? W-What’s it is? D-Does Shiro wants me to, w-
wash your clothes too?”
The young girl secretly drying her washed clothes
jumped at Shiro’s voice and laughed nervously.
Having fully ignored the scenery just like them, she ran
around searching for something at the same time they
invaded the house——and then.
——After a [Biee~en] voice echoed, the 1.8 years old
Steph came back with a single towel.
While measuring the distance with a shuffle——
Shiro asked.
“............L, size......?”
“It’s S! ——wait that’s wron——wha——I have no
idea what is this talk about——*Biee-en*!!”
Noticing there was no smoothing it, Steph dived onto
the bed as if to run away from Shiro.
And then in just a few seconds, she sank into a dream
——this time, it was to run away from reality.
......For starters, they were completely exhausted.
Not a single one of them could afford to care about the
scenery.
Sora couldn’t nor did Steph and——obviously Shiro
couldn’t either.
That’s right, that was because even now, Shiro was
ferociously filling her small head with a certain
calculation.
The reason they came here, the reason why she
induced her brother to come to this place, and even the
sentences threw at Steph, everything.
It all was for the sake of the “formula” that would be
perfected if she removed Steph from this place——
——Theorem Proving Project, commencing the re-
verification of the
situation
variable.
Induction of [
Nii
Point N] into the
this house
Specified Coordinates
——Confirmed.
Existence of the
bath
necessary project values in
this house
Specified Coordinates——Confirmed.
Established Project, variation of the
dice
variable values
by three points——Confirmed.
Turning the Established Project’s
delivery
variable values
constant——
Nii
Point N twenty-four,
Shiro
Point S two——
Confirmed to be possible.
Removal of
Steph
floating random number——Confirmed.
——Re-verification is over.
Induction’s Functional Equation——Proving is
possible.
(...... Now, Nii——let’s, start, the
game
certification
......?)
Saying so inside her mind, Shiro showed a wicked
smile behind Sora’s back——Sora and the two gourds.
Sora sensitively perceived that disturbing presence
and what lied beyond his gaze was——.
“——Wait, whaaaat!? Shiro, tha——that’s
dangerous!!”
Shiro’s figure could be seen extending her hand above
a high shelf after piling up many platforms.
Sora hurriedly embraced Shiro, her foothold was
wavering unstably as if almost collapsing, and roared.
“——Damn! Just why are you pretending to be playing
Dra○est
[30]
while letting a two-year-old infant work, are
you stupid or what, Sora provisionally 43 years old! It’s
exactly because you’re like that you’re still are a virgin
even after your forties!!”
Until now, Sora has been accurately and finely
controlling the situation and adjusting the number of dice.
But now that exhaustion reached the extreme, he
noticed, although late, he forgot about the distribution of
the dice and said.
“......My bad, Shiro. I should’ve noticed it earlier
——erm......?”
While being held up by her brother, Shiro lowered her
face——and thinly laughed.
Sora was looking at the shelf Shiro extended her hand
to——and this...... is what he is thinking.
——How about I return a few dice to her.
That’s what he’s thinking...... that’s what you would
definitely end up thinking.
For starters, it was a height Shiro couldn’t reach, even
if he returned eight dice to her and she went back to ten
dice——her original age.
The brother’s excellence on situation judgment would
fetch Shiro’s intention——desire to help with searching
for supplies.
And he’ll will determine that——it wouldn’t be bad
to have more manpower.
“Hm. Then, I’ll keep ten——I’m alright with the 18-
year-old body, so I’ll hand you the remaining fourteen,
okay Shiro?”
——That’s right, he’ll definitely do that.
Shiro gulped, and nodded with her head.
Until here it’s exactly as I calculated——Shiro
seemed apologetic, though it was to hide the faint smile
she let overflow.
Those dice he shared were age.
The original value was equivalent to [ten] dice, so if
you increase or decrease it by one——the age would
increase or decrease by a tenth.
And so, if Shiro who’s holding two dice were to
receive the fourteen dice handed out by Sora,
——She would possess [sixteen dice].
Receiving the long-awaited dice——Shiro laughed.
(...... Bye bye, loli body...... Bye bye, flatness——)
Immediately following, Shiro’s body got enveloped in
light——her limbs suddenly grew and stretched.
The little Steph was sleeping peacefully——Shiro
envisioned her original appearance.
She had breasts filled with dreams——even though
she’s just a Steph.
She had a gorgeous and selfish body——even though
she’s just a Steph.
That was...... but now, laughing with her nose, she
murmured in her heart.
——I feel bad for tricking you, but this is also part
of the
game
job, see...... I’ll be going ahead of you, Steph.
Farewell, the Shiro with an underdeveloped body......
Welcome, the Shiro with a gorgeous body......!
With that body, the first formula would be completed
——basically, if she’s just seducing Nii then——!
...... If she did that, then......
“........................huh?”
The one who murmured that was Sora——who
returned to being 18 years old with ten dice.
“............What? ......? ...... Nii, this......?”
But——Is it just my impression? the one troubled
was Shiro who looked up to her brother.
The fact her height of vision remained the same as
she’s used to was only her impression...... wasn’t it?
Shiro tilted her neck, gave a smile, and suddenly let
her hands slip on her breasts,
...... Flat. Flat, flat flat flat......
“......Nii, it’s as flat as a board, you know? ......
It’s quite flat, isn’t it!?”
The lights disappeared from Shiro’s eyes at the
sensation of stroking nothing but air.
Shiro couldn’t help but laugh at the sensation of the
ground beneath her feet collapsing——along with her
calculations.
“Ccaaaalm down Shiro! I-It’s alright, you have grown
properly.”
It was the greatest shock she suffered ever since the
game’s start——no, ever since she was born.
Seeing Shiro burn out and her already pale face turning
gray, her brother gave a follow-up in panic.
“It’s, well, that thing! Even if the number of dice
increase, it doesn’t necessarily mean everyone will grow
up equally or something like that!?”
The brother who was a middle-aged man until a little
ago lied——no, he attempted to make a gentle hypothesis
but,
......I know. That’s wrong, Shiro self-deprecatingly
smiled deeper.
Indeed, it’s exactly as her brother said, she certainly
had “grown”.
br>
“grown”.
Her limbs had extended slightly and her fat loli
stomach, too, had recessed.
——By the way, it’ll deviate from the talk, but.
You knew she’d be fine even if she continued being a
truant since there’s no [grade repetition] in Japan’s
primary schools, didn’t you?
Even Shiro, who didn’t go to school even once since
enrolling, is listed as a [primary school fifth grade
student] on paper.
But——including the fact she was aware her own
growth was bad even for a fifth grader, she wondered.
How about we liken this “growth” or whatever to this:
——After multiplying her age by 1.6 times, she finally
became a fifth grade schooler.
If you line up by order of height, then out of the fifth
graders——she’ll be the first one in the front, right!!
“S-Shiro, stay strong!! It simply proved that Shiro is a
perfected beauty!!”
“......I, don’t care, anymore...... Nii...... Shiro......
is, tired......”
“Wait wait wait, hey Shiro! Don’t raise your thumbs
and try to go to heaven with a nice smile, hey!!”
——A smooth breeze rustled gently.
While she felt her soul turn into dust and blown by the
wind, her brother’s voice sounded distant——
Shiro cursed——everything, had betrayed her.
She had been betrayed——by the future.
She had been betrayed——by the world.
A selfish and gorgeous body...... breasts filled with
dreams——she would never become like that......
While Shiro’s consciousness fell, as she gave up on
everything——
“Uwaaaah!? W-What is it this time!?”
——Suddenly, a lighting ran through as if anchoring
her consciousness as it sank.
And following the tsunami of information surging
through her brain, Shiro firmly stepped on the floor and
endured.
——When people confronts death, it’s said they see a
revolving lantern.
That is, in order to escape the predicament, they
search through each and every memories and knowledge.
It’s said it’s a phenomenon of abnormal activity——
where the brain would overcome its limits.
......About the matter of it being a despair worthy of
death for Shiro, let’s put it aside for now.
Shiro entrusted her body to the sensation of her brain
circuits burning, and ferociously pulled the information in.
I feel like——there’s something——
She felt it was an “insight” ——one that would
rebuild the collapsed equation——!!
——[List].
Every entertainment product like games, comics and
movies her brother played, watched and finished reading
during the span of eight years after meeting Shiro.
Normal games: a total of 23.671.
Eroge
[31]
: a total of 1.852 titles.
Comic titles and erotic doujin
[32]
magazines: a total
of 85.743 volumes.
Anime: a total of 2465.
Live-action dramas and movies: a total of 867 series.
——[Sort].
Characters from within those who are specially liked
by her brother——A total number of 874 [brides].
Without missing a single one, she forcefully aligned
her mind with videos, manga, and voice, adding up the
information.
Every kind of information described in magazine
articles, conquest guides and collection of settings——In
other words.
Along with various other information, the settings
about their age, height and three-sizes!
They are coherently being digitized, turned into
statistics, graphics, and analyzed——!
“......Erm, Shiro, -san? Now what are you——”
——Shiro’s brain probably has the most prominent
capacity out of all humanity.
And right now it was being unknowingly abused,
overcoming its limits in an unprecedented waste.
As Shiro simply glared ghastly at the floor, Sora
timidly asked.
But time passed without it reaching her ears, and after
a few seconds Shiro concluded.
——[Work out].
Sora——her brother’s liking, his tastes, preferences
and fetishes, all of these were mathematically indexed and
calculated.
That’s right, mathematics doesn’t tell lies...... putting
it bluntly——her brother’s tastes are:
Age——the person’s exterior settings will be
calculated with the average height and age——average
value [12.344...... old].
Three-sizes
Body type——bust-waist-hip——average value [77.2
: 59.873 : 78.23].
Relations
Settings——younger ratio [61.1%], little sister ratio
[48.4%], big-breast ratio——a minor [3.2%].
——[Conclude]——!!!
“....... I’m, glad...... so Nii...... was......
undoubtedly...... a loli-con......”
——The world got filled with light, as if an aurora
ripped through the night.
Shiro fell into her knees, and looked up to the heavens
——there was still hope, a future.
“——Hey little sister. I don’t know what’s going on,
but wasn’t Nii-chan greatly insulted right now?”
The brother who had mathematically and statistically
been defined as a pervert groaned with his eyes half-open
——but.
Insult? No way, it was salvation itself.
Shiro wiped her tears and stood up, as to not look
unnatural.
——I see, it seems that no matter how old I become,
I’ll remain with a loli body.
I don’t know if it’s the truth, or if it’s only within this
game——but!
(...... Bye bye...... breasts filled...... with
dreams...... but——)
——There’s no...... problem.
Right, it’s not a problem.
Shiro clenched her fists and howled, while pretending
that she didn’t notice that her heart was bleeding.
Now that it was revealed that her brother was a loli-
con, there’s no problem at all——!!
If Nii doesn’t like it, then——
——If Nii doesn’t need something like breasts, then
——I don’t, need——!
————SOMETHING, LIKE
THAT————!!!
......Holding such a fierce resolution in her chest,
Shiro pretended to be calm, and attempted to rebuild
the [Calculation].
The first equation crumbled miserably. But——
“......Nii...... Shiro...... is, tired...... I’ll go......
take, a bath......”
“O, oh...... stay strong, okay! N-Nii-chan likes Shiro
no matter how you look, you see!”
——That’s right, if it’s Nii then, he will say that.
With Shiro’s dream——the future of a gorgeous body
breaking in front of him, he will definitely say that.
But that’s exactly why! It’s still possible to prove the
formula...... and the second equation is——!
■ ■ ■ ■ ■
......Sora followed Shiro’s back, as they tottered
while walking powerlessly.
“H-Hey Shiro. There’s still room for growth even after
seventeen years old. Cheer up, okay?”
“......Shiro...... is super, alright...... super,
fine......”
She answered so with a voice that was like an
example of the antonym of fine.
As Shiro voluntarily went to the bathroom of all
things, Sora seriously reflected.
Shiro is 11 years old...... it’s 1.1 years for each
single die.
With 16 dice, it’s 17.6 years——he shouldn’t have
handed out so many.
He knew Shiro was bothered by her child-like figure
——although it’s natural, since she is a child.
Not only that, but spending 18 days in such an extreme
game, it’s just natural for the mind and body to become
weakened.
At such a time, what if he was carelessly handed more
than the initial amount——and ended up looking different
than his own idealized appearance?
——Surely, it would be a shock.
It’s because you don’t understand that side of a girl’s
heart that you’re no good——Sora clenched his teeth.
He followed the figure of his sister entering the
dressing room with uncertain footsteps and called out.
“W-well, it’s that. Take a rest. Right? Hurry up and
enter the bath——”
——If she takes a good sleep and some rest, maybe
she’ll recover a little bit.
“......Hm...... wash...... my back......”
“That’s it! Get your back washed! Get refreshed,
okay!?”
Sora brightly nodded diligently at Shiro’s answer and
came out from the dressing room.
“......Wash...... my hair......”
“Yeah! Doing this stop-it-right-now great adventure
for over two weeks is just too much, isn’t it!?”
And then...... in what must be the bathroom since he
didn’t really understand the Elves architectural style.
Steam was rising without having a roof, so rather than
a bathroom with the ceiling open.
——It was a hot spring.
Sora couldn’t afford to care about something like the
scenery until now, but his heart jumped at this open-air
bath.
If one were to forget about everything and be healed
in this bath, he would surely recover in one go, wouldn’t
he.
“......And so...... while...... washing...... Shiro’s
hair......”
Sora stood still as if he got charmed by the bathtub, but
Shiro was——
“......Nii...... who’s been storing it up...... will
violate...... Shiro......”
...... Hm?
“......Being rough...... to Shiro...... like in a, erotic
doujin......”
“......like, in an erotic, doujin......?”
“No, this silence isn’t to make you say it twice you
know? Erm?”
Though Shiro essentially remained with her back
turned to Sora,
“——Why are you making it seems like we’ll be
entering together. Both your back and hair, the one who
will be washing it will be——”
Having told her so, Sora looked around——but, the
ones standing there,
“......Who...... will be the one washing it......?”
——Was just Shiro, who turned around showing a
smile, without a single thread covering her body.
And Sora——who felt a shiver run down through his
back, wearing a single towel wrapped on his hip.
He finally noticed he was in a situation where he was
alone with his naked little sister, facing the bathtub.
“——No, no, no, no, that can’t be HAHAHA, well
well, you, wait a little?”
Sora diverted his gaze in a panic and stood still while
sweating cold like a waterfall.
“S-Shiro, you’re 17 years old, aren’t you!? You must
consider the rating, because how would you take
responsibility if it gets prohibited——”
“......Nii, that’s wrong......”
——Why is it.
With a smile that didn’t hold a single speck of malice,
Shiro took one step closer.
Taking one step back in follow, Sora thought.
——Why is Shiro’s smile this scary——!?
“......Each one of, Shiro’s dice...... isn’t...... [1.1
years] ......”
——I see, Sora understood.
Although it’s obvious, Shiro’s age isn’t exactly eleven
years old.
Reaching her eleventh birthday, they came to
Disboard
this world——so it’s eleven and seven months.
A single die for Shiro didn’t turn into [1.1 years] ——
but [1.15833...years].
——But what about it. That’s just a “measurement
error”, isn’t it?
*step* *step*——
Step by step——as if seeing through what Sora was
thinking in his mind while backing away,
Step by step——while Shiro approached smiling,
Sora certainly heard what she answered.
——That’s correct. It’s just a “measurement error”.
The worst kind of stuf that would confound every
equation——a “measurement error”.
With that measurement error, two of Shiro’s dice
changed from [2.2 years] to [2.3166...years].
And it changed the [17.6] years Shiro have from the
sixteen dice——
——Into [
18.533... years old
Above 18 years].
“......I failed...... at fascinating you with a gorgeous
body...... but......”
——This is bad.
Sora understood that he failed since it was too late.
Seeing his little sister murmur like that——he heard
his instincts shouting.
——He didn’t really understand why but, this is——
“......The operation...... went exactly as I calculated,
you see? Nii——”
——A pinch.
She let her mild voice bounce joyfully.
The smile that floated thinly trembled faintly with
shyness.
Revealing her flushed body, the little sister leisurely
approached——and behind her,
“......With this, Nii...... has no other option, besides
entering the bath together, with Shiro...... right♪”
Sora certainly felt like he saw——a
shadow
Shinigami
[33]
,
laughing evilly while holding a great scythe.
*step* *step*
As the Death God——rather, his little sister
approached step by step, Sora desperately attempted to
resist with a hollow voice.
“B-But your looks haven’t changed that much——ah,
no, f-f-for starters what’s inside is——”
“......Nii, had said...... Old Man Soul...... the
current Shiro...... has an above 18-year-old soul......”
“No, no, no! Somehow that’s no good! According to
things like law, regulations or organizations!?”
“......The Earth’s law......is unrelated...... so does the
policemen...... that’s...... what Nii, said......”
——But, as Sora backed away, his back finally hit the
wall.
Sora, whose words and escape had been cut off, was
convinced.
This is——a [lip attack].
Using Sora’s own words as a weapon, Shiro was
cornering him——
“......Nii, self-destructed...... you don’t have, any
excuse...... to escape......”
And then——she finally “slammed it on the wall”.
Both of her hands, obstructing his left and right sides
——though it was around his hip, due to the difference
between each other’s height.
Looking down on the ruby eyes which showed a joyful
look, Sora thought.
——Now, what will you do, Sora virgin,
provisionally and also confirmed to be currently 18
years old.
His
excuse
escape was cut off...... no——the fact that he cut
it off himself “was used”——!!
Losing to Shiro——it would be a lie to say he wasn’t
frustrated, but it also happens everyday——but.
Sora felt the ground collapsing beneath his feet, having
lost at [tactics] of all things——
...... Wait. Wait wait wait——!?
“——Hah...... haha, hahahahahahahahahaa!”
Sora laughed loudly, as a flash of light ran in his mind
——in other words, an insight.
——He was about to get deceived.
Escape? An excuse to escape? That’s unnecessary!
“Fufu, my little sister, listen well, alright? I’ll accept
your proclamation we’re both 18 years old——but!”
That’s right, this is still [Check]——it’s not [Check-
Mate]!
For starters——
——Just why would they have to enter the bath
together just because they’re both 18 years old!?
“Siblings who enter the bath together even after being
18 years old is truly the height of the unnatural!! If Shiro is
also 18 years old, then you should go alone——”
Sora roared as he was convinced that the Check had
crumbled, but——
——It had already been over 18 days since this game
begun.
They kept going on extreme situations, with fatigue,
hunger, wild animals, 【Tasks】and——
They managed to survive until now while constantly
feeling the Death God’s scythe on their necks——and yet.
“......Nii...... do you, hate...... Shiro...... that
much?”
——Shiro lowered her face and let her voice escape,
a few words that sounded like she was hurt.
At that, Sora finally felt like the scythe had cut a piece
of his neck’s skin and his view darkened.
While hugging the naked Shiro whose face remained
lowered...... Sora thought.
——What would be the reason for still saying [NO]
even after receiving that line?
Is it because she’s a child?
He had accepted the proclamation that they were
both 18 years old——Refuted.
I-Is because she looks like a child?
Then will he insist on calling Shiro a child for her
entire life? ——Refuted.
Is it because we’re siblings? Refuted——It had been
refuted by those few words——!
It was exactly because they were siblings, because he
didn’t hate her, that he could proudly stay together with
her without any guilty feelings——
——Guilty feelings?
...... There’s something bugging me, Sora thought
vacantly.
(...... What. I feel like I’m about to notice something I
shouldn’t——furthermore)
With the height difference, Shiro’s heartbeat could be
felt at his hips through the skin.
The girl looked up to him, with her heart beating
soundly, strong and big, like an alarm bell——
(...... Just what is it! Those eyes telling me to “notice”
——It’s a game where people deceive and betray each
other.
But why is it that Shiro of all people——the only one
who definitely wouldn’t betray him,
——Was cornering him this much——!
That’s right, in the exactly moment when the Death
God’s scythe was about to slash Sora’s windpipe——
“Excuse me for my rudeness, Master...... Is Sor
sama——”
“Uwooah Jibril-kun!! Hey you!?
Your dice are~erm~oh me! They
decreased to two, didn’t they!! What a
serious deal, so hurry, I’ll give you
eight of mines! What, no need to hold
back you mustn’t alright heeey!?”
“Eh? Ah, haa......?”
——A brutal angel descended into the bloody
bathhouse.
So no matter the number of her
dice
age, it won’t affect her
appearance huh——in any case.
For some reason the
Messiah
brutal angel appeared with sharp
eyes, he then threw some dice at her.
——Immediately after, it seemed like her expression
eased somewhat——but.
But for now, that doesn’t matter in the slightest, Sora
singed like he was dancing.
“Aah, what a tragedy! All people commit mistakes
——My heart that accidentally turned into that of a minor
due to the erroneous judgment! It has completely distanced
itself from all erotic things, and is now within the Hell of
despair, aah God! Once again you would steal from me the
opportunity of bathing together with a girl——Is my sin
that heavy of a thing!?”
Acting like an actor of a Shakespeare play, Sora,
provisionally 3.6 years old, trembled in delight.
——I’m saved.
From what exactly, I don’t really know.
Anyway, I survived from something, Sora turned to the
heavens and showed his gratitude——but.
——*whoosh*...... A wind filled with killing intent
brushed him, giving him goosebumps.
“......Jibril...... you really, don’t...... read the
mood...... I definitely......!”
The small Imanity girl Shiro spoke with a voice that
echoed from the depths of Hell——and behind her.
Now, which could be visualized clearly even by Sora
and Jibril——that.
“Ah, this, I’ll die, won’t I...... Master, what would be
the great sin I’ve committed?”
“......My bad, I don’t
I don’t really know, either. But, seems
like it was a really heavy sin......”
It even made the
Jibril
Flügel count her own sins with a
trembling voice.
——Nothing was saved at all, that was enough for
Sora’s eyes go blank.
The Death God holding a great scythe with an evil
smile.
Now its face was distorted with killing intent, and was
about to throw the scythe with an overthrow.
Sora didn’t know. Let alone Jibril, who didn’t have
any way of knowing.
For Shiro, this was truly a golden opportunity, a once-
in-lifetime match.
Making her brother——become conscious of her.
In the span of eight years since she met him, not even
once was a better situation, condition, and suitable time
arranged.
And with Jibril’s arrival, it was ruined.
Even though she could have
gotten Nii
completed the formula if
she just had a few more hours, no, a few more minutes
Yes, Shiro’s view burned with rage——but.
More importantly......
——A red cloth swayed with the wind......
“......Hmm. When you’re being this carefree, it even
makes my rage and resentment disappear......”
A red cloth——a young macho stood erect in the
bathtub, and his loincloth swam in the wind......!
Aah, no matter how you distort the logic, Shiro is a
child——Shiro thought.
Muscles pulsing like an independent organism——this
indescribable shocking footage.
If one says watching R18G
[34]
that violates her mind
——is a right, a duty of those with 18 year olds, then,
“......Shiro, is fine with, remaining......
child
an 11-year-old soul......”
Leaving behind that murmur, Shiro fainted on the spot.
“Fainting at the physical beauty of my body from my
glory days...... Geez, falling in love once again?”
Ino
The lump of meat soaked on the bathtub with the
worries of his younger days——thinking of the “time
when he was too popular”, which was wholeheartedly
irritating.
“......Hey, Geezer. Could you answer my question that
suddenly sprouted just now?”
Making an effort to not look at him directly, Sora
asked in a low, yet, shrunken voice of a 3.6-year-old.
“Would appearing in front of the masses fully naked be
a rights infringement——a violation of the [Ten Oaths]?”
——Hmm? he lowered his gaze.
Ino then answered with a good smile.
“There’s no one who would be afraid of such a small
thing. How about you live true to your desires?”
“What I’m asking is if it isn’t a violence to show
around the grotesque footage of the ‘muscle doing fetal
movements’! Like always, you don’t even get sarcasm, do
you——also, don’t say small thing, it’s the circumstances
of age, you know!?”
It’s just that a lot of things shrank because the dice
decreased, Sora raised an assertion.
And as he strolled through the bathtub——he simply
made a screen.
Shiro’s hand, which he was holding under it, trembled
slightly.
His little sister who suffered a deep trauma from that
very violence was——
“......Machos are scary...... uuuhhh, the meat, is......
attacking......”
She kept repeating delirious words due to the
punishment that was far too heavy for a rating scam.
Likewise, from the other side of the screen——one
more voice said.
“......Being hit awake and getting told [go wash
Shiro’s hair] isn’t violence?”
“It can’t be helped right...... since Shiro completely
snapped at Jibril......”
Like the flow of a river, Steph, taken along by Jibril,
said sleepily.
Sora couldn’t see the other side of the screen——but.
Steph received six dice from Shiro and was washing
her hair with the figure of a 12.6-year-old.
By the sound of the bubbles, Jibril should be getting
stepped on by Shiro and at the bottom of the bath.
——And.
“......I can’t believe how you can give away the dice
like that so carefree——that’s [life] you know?”
——Flatly.
Skepticism, confusion...... Ino’s murmur contained
countless meanings.
Sensing the gazes gathering at him, even from those on
the other side of the screen, Sora sighed.
“It’s not like there’s any problem, right...... as long as
it doesn’t become zero, it’ll be the same thing even if it’s
one or ten. And besides——”
But he waved his hand carefree, and pointed at Steph’s
way with his chin.
“The problem is the same for everyone. For us, we
can’t survive since the living capacity is null, right.”
——Silence.
It was a silence coming from each one’s own
contemplation and deep emotions, but Sora shook his
hands fluttered, as if he disliked that.
He changed the topic, as if to hide his embarrassment.
“Rather, just what did you guys come here for?
Specially you, geezer——old man? In any case, you.”
Although as a result, I’ve been saved by these two’s
appearance, Sora thought as he questioned their intention
“Of course, I came here as soon as possible to crush
Sordono’s balls
[35]
, but what about it?”
“Hey, heyy!! At least change your words! I’ll cry a lot,
damn it!!”
Even if violence is forbidden due to the Oaths——
consider the heyday body of someone like Schw
chan
[36]
for example.
After being told [I’ll terminate you] by said robot, if
you didn’t freak out it would be a lie, right.
“But, I changed my mind. I’ll leave killing you for
last.”
......Hohoo...... so you’re saying [I’ll kill you lastly]
huh.
The next words are obvious——[That was a lie].
——This is bad. My balls will be crushed——!!
“......Sordono...... just how much do you know
about the Eastern Union’s history?”
——Suddenly.
At Ino’s suddenly question, Sora, pondering furiously
how should he escape, switched his thoughts.
......This surely it’s the kind of flow where, depending
on my answer, I can avoid the death flag.
“Even if you say history...... the Eastern Union is
concealing most of its history, isn’t it......?”
Sora answered while examining his words fearfully.
That’s right——the Eastern Union is hiding its
detailed history from the outsiders, just like their game’s
contents.
Though it must be because it’s related to the
“circumstances behind the development of the
trumph card
electronic game”——in any case.
“That’s why I’m restricted to what’s in the books.
There were various islands where tribal strife continued
for over six thousand years——”
——It continued after the end of the [Great War],
due to the dif erences in their physical features——.
In short, they divided into factions of either dog ears
or cat ears and kept fighting with their kindred.
It’s truly despicable, unforgivable. Why would you
try to say you’re the better one? Sora thought.
A great person once said——[Heaven does not create
one kemonomimi above another]
[37]——!
Dog ears, cat ears and bunny ears, too——wouldn’t
it be fine if they’re loved equally the way they are?
For those great treasures to fight and not envelope
the world in love...... it’s extremely inexcusable.
Although——I won’t say where, but you see.
——It seems there’s also a world where they kill each
other due to dif erences in the skin color?
Thinking about that, Sora and the others aren’t really in
any position to say anything, or rather——
“One of the Three Great Powers, the Eastern Union,
who pacified in half a century, and even obtained a
game
method
of sure-victory against the other races.”
Terrific, that single word wasn’t enough to describe
that incredibly dif icult feat.
It’s something which admiration and compliments
shouldn’t be spared.
I see, so this world has other intelligent living beings
——the Exceed.
Do you think bringing them together is something
easy if it’s just one of them?
——That dirty peace covered in brutality, filled with
discrimination and prejudice for over 6,000 years?
“If there was someone like Miko-san in the previous
world——maybe wars would end someday, too.”
“......That’s unexpected.”
“What is?”
“——I thought you’d say...... if it’s ‘a feat
accomplished with an Old Deus’ power then it makes
sense.’”
But, it was these very words Ino said that were
completely unexpected.
“Ahahahaha! What’s this, Gramps! So you can tell
some interesting jokes!”
Sora hit the water as he laughed out——and looked at
the giant game board over his head.
“Pacifying a conflict zone in half a century? If such
divine feat was something that could be done just by
praying to a mere god then——by now, wars should have
disappeared without a trace, even from our previous
world!”
——Indeed, if it’s what an Old Deus’ power is
capable of, then this
game
scenery eloquently speaks for itself.
Mimicking the ground, distorting the law of nature, and
creating a land of spiral in the sky——
If the energy required to make this possible was
physically calculated, he wondered what number would
appear.
He had no clue, but surely it must be equivalent to
[almost infinite] ——it’s indeed the deed of a “god”.
It’s the kind of unimaginable power overwriting the
world and controlling the laws...... but.
——It’s completely futile.
In this world, no matter how much power one has,
right infringement isn’t possible.
Much less——no matter which world, while ending
wars is good, there’s only one method to make peace.
“If it’s an Old Deus behind [
Miko-san
the Divine Gamer] being
able to make such a ‘
game
negotiation’, then I’ll think this first.”
And, as if looking at the figure of someone he
respected with all his heart——Sora spoke to Ino.
“——Miko-san is using the Old Deus. And obviously,
she’s outwitting her in a game, right.”
According to the Oaths——neither of them can
infringe upon the other’s rights.
Both Miko using the Old Deus, and also the Old Deus
using Miko.
It’s something only possible for the first time——after
making an agreement, playing a game and “being
victorious”.
“............So that’s, how it...... is, huh...... Miko-
sama.”
At the end of a long silence, maybe he earned
something——Ino dropped his gaze with his shoulders.
He smiled bitterly.
“......Seems like I have overstayed a little too
long...... it’s about time for me to leave.”
“I’m grateful for it. I can’t relax in the long-awaited
hot springs with those intimidating muscles around.”
He looked at Ino’s back as he stood up from the
bathtub and left.
It seems I was able to evade the death flag, Sora
secretly felt relieved——but.
“By the way, may I ask you one last thing?”
His heart jumped at Ino’s words, who suddenly turned
around.
But, as if not knowing about it——though, there’s no
way he could’ve known it——Ino questioned.
No——.
“The [Traitor] who retained its memories——Sor
dono, it’s you, isn’t it?”
——He affirmed.
The sound of Steph holding her breath could be heard
beyond the screen.
If Ino was correct then it would explain why Sora
talked about this game with an “assertive” tone.
I wonder if they thought something like this, Sora
answered with a bitter smile.
“Hohou~? What basis are you using to say I am the
[Traitor]?”
“What, is there a need for a basis?”
But after saying “No need for something like that”, Ino
continued with a sharp gaze.
“If
Tet
the Sole God who gathered all the Exceed were to
say [there’s a traitor]——then it’d be you,
unconditionally.”
“Haha! How good, that’s really easy to understand!
Nice reasoning!”
Sora
You guys’ existence itself is the basis, even
though he was told that, Sora clapped his hands and
laughed.
Exactly——this game is something that started with
everyone’s agreement.
——If one accepted the rules at face value, then this is
what the [Traitor] or whatever thing is implying:
On top of everyone confirming the rules, in order for
them, alone, to escape the memory erasure——
They will deceive everyone——and it’ll be as if it
was something everyone agreed upon.
You're
Sora is the only one who could pull of such stunt,
Ino gave him that “compliment”——but.
“Let’s just say if it was me in that case, I would doubt
Tet straight away.”
——And, if I had to say more, Sora continued his
words,
“I wouldn’t go as far as doing that [impossibility] just
for such a stingy preparation.”
——Ino and, beyond the screen, Steph and even Jibil
held their breaths in doubt.
The retention of the memories meant “knowing the real
victory condition.”
They seemed to question Sora’s true intention for
calling it a “stingy preparation” ——he smiled wryly.
——[The second explanation of the rules.]
There are “falsehoods” among it...... but.
No big lies were incorporated between the first and
the second times.
When asked about erasing their memories——the
danger anyone would consider immediately should be
obvious.
——They will lie about the rule of “winning if you
ascend” by saying “you’ll lose if you ascend”.
Greatly falsifying the rules should’ve been sealed in
advance...... with “everyone’s consent”.
On top of that, what would get falsified——? No,
even before that——!!
“We would worry over what to do about [movement]
and [food] before preparing something like that, right!! If
we didn’t get the [
Harley
legs] then forget about the goal, it’s
doubtful whether we would even live and reach
the next stop
fifty-two more squares, you know!?”
“——Ah~...... there’s nothing but persuasiveness
there......”
Sora nodded, having the suspicions cleared due to the
scathing thoughts which only those who went through the
same life-and-death situation could relate to.
——That’s right——a preparation of just that level is
still a long way from [Victory].
And
Kuuhaku
[ ]’s methods is always only one——namely
——
“Since we’re going to prepare something, then——
we’ll prepare something critical”
——Right, that’s——
“We’ll prepare it in a way that, no matter how things
turn out, we will win.”
Resting his head in the stone edge of the bathtub, he
looked directly into Ino’s eyes with anticipation.
Sora fearlessly, yet friendly——spoke.
“I would do that if it was me...... anyone would do it
——right?”
——Of course.
You did it, too, right? ——Sora’s eyes were telling
him so.
“......I see. That’s natural......”
Like that, Ino looked down and left without turning
around again——and on his back,
“——By the way. Can I also ask one thing?”
“What would it be?”
“......That’s, well. It’s about that one thing regarding
the size of my arms. Is that during peacetime? Or for
emergency?”
At Sora’s fearful question, Ino let out a smile and
continued walking without stopping in his legs,
“Hahaha, unlike Sordono, I do have a heart that takes
others’ feelings into consideration, you see——let’s just
answer that I do not like hurting others for no reason and,
as such, I will refuse to answer.”
“That’s answering it, isn’t it! You’re answering it,
aren’t you!?”
As Ino laughed loudly and left while Sora still roaring
at his back, abruptly,
“Master, you do not need to listen to a dog’s
nonsense.”
Maybe Shiro finally forgived her since Jibril said so
with her face peeking from the screen.
“Isn’t this something that’s also said in Masters’ world
——[Too much is as bad as too little
[38]
]——even if
it’s unnecessarily big, there’s not really any benefit for
girls ♪”
Beyond the screen, he could feel the girls nodding all
together, but——
“......Right now, I’m having an unprecedented sense
of alienation. Could it be, well——”
It can’t be——could it be that I’m the only one who
don’t have any experience?
If that’s true then that’s a
despair
reality I won’t be able to
recover from, and as Sora clang to it with his eyes,
“Please be at ease Master, for I am brand new. Dor
chan too is just a young woman with the knowledge——”
“——Huuh!? T-That’s wron——wait I can’t deny or
affirm that, can I!! About the size of Sora’s arms, you
say, regardless of the possession or lack of experience, as
long as you think about it normally you would die,
wouldn’t you!!”
“......It doesn’t, matter...... everything about, that
geezer, is...... disgusting...... scary...... *tremble*”
——Sora narrowed his eyes at the answering voices
as it if was dazzling.
I’m glad——so I wasn’t alone......
“If I had to add, then before becoming smaller with the
decrease of the dice——Master in his original size also
has nothing to lament about.”
“S-Seriously......? S-So I’m alright?”
It wasn’t about the current 3.6 years old Sora with two
dice, but about the size of the original Sora’s Sora.
Let’s put aside how Jibril knows that for now, but if
that moving library——I mean.
If he has the flying library causing natural disasters—
Jibril’s guarantee, then he can have some confiden——
“Yes. It’s a gentle size——or better, I memorized it as
being the ideal if the other party is a child ❤”
“......Jibril...... you’re forgiven...... this is the best
thing, you’ve said, this year......”
“I will give up on this game. Rather, I’ll retire. I’ll
I’ll retire. I’ll re-
do the character creation......”
——Right, let’s re-do it, this life——as Sora let out
tears,
“Aah Master please wait! This Jibril was talking
about how it would be fine if I just restructured my body
and became a child!!”
“......Jibril, I take back, about forgiving you...... sink
in the, bathtub...... and go count, your sins......!”
A loud sound of water echoed at Shiro’s “command”.
Jibril, who fell from above the screen into the bathtub
like a cannonball was——
——Gobobobebababababa!
[Ahaaa~❤ I’m being kicked by the Master——it
gives me shivers!]
“......Jibril. Just where are you heading to......”
Making bubbles flashily——did she bother to use
magic for that?
As Jibril pryed the information directly from their
brains, Sora let out a tired sigh.
——A game where people betray, deceive and steal
each other’s lives.
While the peaceful conversation far too unbecoming of
it echoed——he just said,
“Hah~ it brings me back to life...... the Elves onsen
have magic in it, both beauty and fatigue——”
Maybe only Steph decided to give up on thinking.
Since her lengthy monologue of it’s a nice bath to run
away from reality~ continued——
■ ■ ■ ■ ■
——Having suddenly opened his eyes, Sora looked
around.
Seems like I was more tired than I thought, he
scratched his head.
After the bath, he redistributed the dice with Steph and
Shiro——he didn’t remember anything after that.
Staying in an extreme situation for too long, it’s only
natural for a person to get so tired, his memories flew
away.
But Shiro——the one who cornered him, and was the
biggest cause of his exhaustion, was——
“......Uu...... the muscles are...... don’t, come......
Nii, help, me......”
She was within Sora’s arms as if was something
natural——no, simply obvious.
It seems like she’s fighting with the incurable wound
even within dreams.
......It’s too cruel. Is this violence something that can
be allowed?
As Sora petted Shiro’s head, and pondered about
complaining to Tet and telling him to do his job already
“Oh? I’m very sorry Master, but did I wake you up?”
——Let’s see.
“I presume that, after picking up Shiro who came out
from the bath and feel asleep, I brought her to the room
where I too collapsed at the bed exhausted, and woke up
due to the mutterings about muscles wriggling——that’s
about it, so?”
“I’m thankful for the explanatory tone, Master.”
“Not that, it’s about you. I understand the geezer, but
——what are you doing here, Jibril?”
While absent-mindedly being thinly illuminated by the
shine of the two dice on her chest and the light of the
spirits,
Jibril was sitting on a chair while writing in a book as
if it was also something natural.
It seems that Ino came to “question” Sora, but what
about Jibril——?
“Nothing much...... Master slept without putting on a
blanket so I thought it’d be a problem if you get a cold
Jibril answered Sora’s question with a gentle smile.
“It’s good that you two could sleep since I considered
lying naked together to warm——”
“Damn it all! Why——why was I sleeping all carefree
If it was all dark, and with Shiro sleeping, then——!
I could’ve l-legally enjoyed touching many kinds of
things and yet——!!
Why I am always like this in the critical times——as
Sora held his head and trembled ashamed——
“......I came to see the Masters faces...... that’s all.”
Literally, with a shadow in her smile illuminated only
by the dim light,
As Jibril quietly told him so, Sora had an
uncomfortable feeling and faced her again with his gaze,
but.
Jibril kept on without stopping the brush that was
writing in the book——a diary——
She simply responded with a sudden question that, like
always, had no context.
“What does the Master think about......
‘Reincarnation’?”
“......? Even if you ask me that, is there even a cycle
of transmigration in this world? ......So now it’s anything
goes, huh.”
——Reincarnation, cycle of transmigration.
Although its existence hadn’t been proved, there are
many who believe in it even in the previous world.
So even if she asked him about his thoughts on such
common sense——
“Ah, no. There isn’t.”
——So there isn’t, Sora directed his gaze with his
eyes half-open at her as she parried the question.
But Jibril, still not stopping the brush, continued
indifferently——
“......The [soul] that loses its [vessel] melts in the
Spiritual Circuit and disappears.”
She indifferently——spoke about this world’s [death].
“......Just like how [water] can’t accumulate in a
broken [cup], a
water
soul that lost its
cup
body will stain the ground
and melt in air, returning to the planet...... This world has
no cycle of transmigration——but.”
And so, Jibril stopped the brush. Then she turned to
Sora with a meek look in her face and continued.
——Although it’s a possibility that’s infinitely
equivalent to zero.
——Although it’s the same irrational argument as
saying a monkey will be able to write a novel if he kept
typing endlessly.
“For someone possessing ‘exactly the same soul’ to
appear once again——theoretically, it’s possible.”
——When was it exactly that the existence of the
[soul] was asserted as common sense?
At the time, Sora had vaguely understood it as
“something like DNA”, but——
“......Basically, it’s that? The story about how it’s
possible for
a clone
someone with the same genes be born by
chance?”
So if the soul or whatever, holding even more
information than the genes, were to appear in a
completely equal state, then.
I see, maybe you could possibly call that a way of
reincarnation.
“......Master, this is just a supposition but——if
‘Shiro-sama was someone’s reincarnation’ then what
would you thin——”
“I wouldn’t think anything, it doesn’t matter and I’m
not interested, either.”
Jibril asked meekly but——Sora answered
immediately.
“Shiro is just Shiro. She isn’t anyone of the past and
even if it’s someone of the future, it won’t be Shiro.”
Taking a billion steps back, even if such
clone
reincarnation were to appear,
It would be just “an unknown someone” with Shiro’s
appearance.
“......Then let’s suppose even more, but...... what if,
something was to happen to Shiro-sama——”
......That’s a supposition beyond unimaginable.
If you want to make me cry then just say so, as Sora
grumbled in his heart.
“And the ‘reincarnation’ with the exact same soul were
to rely on Master, what would you think?”
——Until where it would be oneself and by which
means it would be a stranger.
As he got asked such a philosophical question——
Sora who wasn’t blessed with a noble brain.
“HAHAHA, the premises won’t hold with that, you
know.”
“......Why is that?”
“It’s because ‘it’s someone else’! Regardless of how I
think——before anything else, it won’t become attached
to me and won’t rely on me, you see!”
——A Shiro, who becomes attached to him, and
walks alongside him——he wondered.
Compared to someone with exactly the same genes as
her appearing naturally——the probabilities of there
having someone like that are far lower, right?
Saying so, tears shined in the corners of his eyes——
but maybe it wasn’t a satisfying answer.
Jibril silently lowered her face——at that moment,
quietly.
“......Nii...... that’s, wrong......”
“——Hey little sister, since when were you awake?”
“......Since, the moment...... the word...... [lying
naked together] ...... came out......”
*glare* and took the place of Sora, who drew back
after being overpowered by the red eyes in the gloomy
darkness.
Shiro who faced Jibril——said with the same small,
whisper-like voice she always used.
“......Shiro, don’t understand...... what Jibril......
wants, to ask......”
It seems as if Sora and even Jibril, herself, didn’t
seem to understand.
But Shiro——with the awareness of being
disinterested in people’s subtleties——though, exactly
because of that.
I don’t know what you’re seeking but——I don’t give
a damn, she said plainly.
“......Shiro, won’t recognize...... something like, a
reincarnation......”
Both probabilities and suppositions should just
screw themselves, she said with a whisper-like voice——
but with a tone that wouldn’t approve disagreement.
“......If it’s, Shiro’s, ‘
clone
reincarnation’ then...... it will,
go once again, to Nii’s, side.”
“......No matter how many times, I reincarnate......
I’ll search for Nii, as many times as necessary...... I’ll go,
to his side.”
As she said so with the red eyes looking over to him,
Sora asked himself.
“......Nii, too...... surely, won’t...... reject......
that......”
The figure looking up to him with this white hair, this
faint voice, and with these red eyes.
——It’s another person. It’s not Shiro——would he
be able to push her away like that?
“......But, having Shiro’s, appearance...... Shiro’s,
voice...... dressing like, Shiro......”
——Then the story is simple, and Shiro, just like a
child sulking and whining,
“......Someone who, isn’t Shiro...... being stroked by
Nii, and laughing...... happily......”
——With watery eyes, she concluded.
“............I definitely, won’t recognize......
something like that......”
I see, it’s a simple story, Sora gave a wry smile in the
middle of the silence.
Just think about it backwards——someone with my
appearance, someone who isn’t me is stroking Shiro.
It doesn’t matter what Sora, Shiro or the others would
think of that.
What do you think about it——it can end with just
that.
——Maybe this time the answer was satisfying.
Jibril cast down her eyes, closed the book she had
once again ran the brush through and stood up——
“I am very sorry for intruding during your rest. It’s
about time for me to leave so please take your time and
relax.”
“......By the way. In the end, you haven’t really
answered what you came here for, have you?”
While she stroked happily the two dice on her chest,
Sora asked with his eyes half-open towards her back as
she stood to leave——but.
“I came to see Masters’ faces...... it was really, just
that ♪”
[Though there was a greater harvest than that],
Jibril laughed as if jesting,
“Lastly...... a [report] and a [confirmation]——one of
each.”
Starting from the report, Jibril gave a somewhat
complicated smile.
“I was correct to come here——it was an extremely
happy time.”
And now onto the confirmation, still with a
meaningful smile, but resolutely——
“......This game——it’s alright if I win it, isn’t it?”
This game is a game where the players betray and
deceive each other.
Regardless of what each one thinks behind the scenes,
there’s just one single thing that won’t waver.
——Only one of them will be able to
ascend
[win]——
Sora had said——everyone made it so that they would
be the ones to win.
Then
Jibril
I , too——receiving the Masters’ permission,
must’ve done that——she confirmed with her eyes——
“Obviously. Likewise, obviously——we won’t be
letting you win.”
“......Jibril, really...... will, get...... punished,
so......”
As the two of them answered challenging, she bowed
deeply——
“......Forgive me, but this time alone I shall win. No
matter what methods I have to use.”
Saying so, Jibril turned on her heels and flapped her
wings, flying through the window to the night sky.
She disappeared suddenly like when she appeared
and, gazing at the place she was standing, Shiro suddenly
asked.
“......Nii, what about, the dice...... you handed out, to
Jibril......?”
“Huh? No, but Jibril had two dice, you know? I had
her re——”
——turn, but Sora, who has about to say that, noticed
startled and stopped his words.
What about that memory? ——There’s nothing.
On Sora and Shiro’s chests, there were nine dice each
——and if there’s one with Steph who must be sleeping in
another room then——
“~Jibrill~lll!! What do you think you’re doing,
performing such a stingy cheat right after giving such an
exaggerated proclamation of war!?”
——As he shouted, blaming the one disguising the
number of dice with magic and nicely “borrowed and ran
away” with eight dice,
“......Nii...... super, idiot...... super, dumb......”
But it was originally for a stupid reason——it’s a
transference he did for the sake of running from Shiro.
As the voice said it was entirely Sora’s fault, there
were no allies or room for him to disagree.
Sora simply went back to holding his knees——......
[1]
TLC: “Beautiful/Pretty (Girls)” for those unfamiliar with Japanese
animation (anime) or comics (manga).
[2]
TLC: Sugoroku is a traditionalJapanese board game played with dice,
like USA’s variant, Backgammon, if people know what that game is.
[3]
TLC: Funnily enough, “Dona, Dona” is a Yiddish theater song about a
calf being led to slaughter.
[4]
TL: He’s making a reference to a few games, but, the only one I found
was the reference to Final Fantasy IX.
[5]
TLC: For those that use USA (Imperial) measurements: 131cm = 4’
3.5748” and 0.48m = 1’ 6.8976”
[6]
TLC: 10km = 6.2137mi
[7]
TLC: 3,500km = 2,174.79917mi
[8]
TL: In the beginning volumes, the continent is introduced as Andalusia,
but here it’s written as Lusia.
[9]
TL: Vár is a Norse goddess that’s associated with oaths and pledges.
TLC: “Pullum” means pull in Icelandic/Scandinavian/Latin, where Norse
stemmed from, so the ship’s meaning would be “The Pull of Vár”.
However, in the Japanese text, it’s actually ヴァ―・ル・ブルム, which is three
separate words having nothing to do with Vár or pulling. Translated directly,
it’d be “Va Lu Blum”, completely different, right? Since I can’t tell what it’s
supposed to be, I left it as is for now.
[10]
TL:JAR〇 is referencing to the Japan Association for Refugees.
[11]
TL: It’s a kind of explosive. The official formula is C6H6N12O12
, but,
it appears in order of elemental composition in the novel. It’s also called HNIW
and CL-20——way easier to remember than that absurd name/formula.
[12]
TLC: Dark organic material in soils, produced by decomposition of
vegetable/animal matter and essential to earth’s fertility.
[13]
TL: Referencing to Biohazard, if readers couldn’t get it.
[14]
TLC: USA readers: 380km = 236.121mi.
[15]
TL: Paarthurnax is a reference to the RPG, Elder Scrolls.
[16]
TL: Siddartha Gautama is the real name of Buddha.
[17]
TL: A cartridge-based, arcade system board and home video game
console released in 1990. Some of the platform’s popular series included Fatal
Fury, King of Fighters and Metal Slug.
[18]
TLC: In Japanese, the word used was ガバガバ. It’s an onomatopoetic
word to represent a sound of something that’s oversized, or in large quantities,
i.e. water gushing down the drain. Basically, Ino’s original plan is going down
the drain for the reason explained afterwards.
[19]
TL: Referring to Japan’s famous pro wrestlers.
[20]
TL: “Kusoge of The Year”. Kusoge refers to “kuso geemu”, which
means “shitty game”.
[21]
TL: DT = “doutei”, which means virgin in Japanese.
[22]
TL: Complicated joke. It refers to a tag given to a series which the
upload of the next episode is late ——for example, it should’ve been uploaded
after a week, yet, there’s no sign of it after an entire month. The missing part
is a black joke, which is irrelevant to whether the uploader really went missing
or not. So, it means that “since the episode is late, Sora still haven’t seen
what ‘happened’to make Steph reach that kind of development.”
[23]
TL: Romancing Saga 3, the sixth title in the SaGa role-playing video
game series developed and published by Square (now Square Enix), and
released exclusively for the Super Famicom system in Japan.
[24]
TL: Harley-Davidson is an American motorcycle manufacturer.
Harley is the name given to the motorcycles produced by him.
[25]
TL: It’s a kind of combustion engine utilized in Harley’s motorcycles.
[26]
TL: Yamato-Damashii (“Japanese spirit”) is a term referring to the
spiritual and cultural values of the Japanese people.
[27]
TL: Niō or Kongōrikishi are two wrath-filled and muscular guardians
standing at the entrance of many Buddhist temples.
[28]
TL: The Beatles.
[29]
TL: Dragon Quest.
[30]
TL: Dragon Quest again.
[31]
TL: Eroge refers to Erotic Games (18+ games).
[32]
TL: Doujin generally refers to self-published works of magazines,
manga and novels. Though it may be done by professionals, it’s usually done by
amateurs.
[33]
TL: 死神 Shinigami — Death God.
[34]
TL: R18G: Rated 18 Guro (Grotesque stuff).
[35]
TL: Word says “take”, kanjisays “kill”. “Take his balls” or “kill his
balls” sounds weird, so I left it as crush.
[36]
TL: Arnold Schwarzenegger from the Terminator movies.
[37]
TL: The originalsaying is: “Heaven does not create one man above or
below another man.” In Japanese, it’s separated into two sentences, the first
one referring to “above” and the second one to “below”. Sora only said the
first.
[38]
TL: It’s a Japanese saying. Simply put, moderation is better.