Blindy stepped out from behind Zeros,
who still stood there, completely unmoved,
like a battle angel crashing down from the sky
was just another Sunday.
“A-Airi? Is that you?!”
She lit up and smiled,
her voice like warm tea…
with poison floating in it:
“Arē, arē, arē…
Zerosu-onī-sama to Buraindi-kun…
nanka… chotto kitanai ne~
Let your onee-chan fix everything~
°˖✧◝[⁰▿⁰]◜✧˖°”
High above them,
Constant looked down,
slowly, heavily,
and let out a laugh:
“Ha… ha… ha…
And that’s it?
Just… a doll?”
Airi turned toward him,
tilting her head to the side—
soft, gentle, like a flower in the wind:
“NO!
I called backup! [｡･｀ω´･｡]”
And then—
SHIRŌ–KAGE,
gathered at the edge of the island,
moved forward as one massive wave,
surrounded Zeros and Blindy,
and… stood at attention.
Airi, softly, almost lazily,
like she was just reading out a class schedule:
“Minna… hizamazuke.
Ani-sama ni keii o shimesu no yo!”
The sound hit like thunder.
The ENTIRE SHIRŌ–KAGE army dropped to their knees before Zeros.
Blindy shut down from shock,
face-planting straight into Zeros’s back.
After a short pause,
Airi said in the sweetest voice imaginable:
“They’re apologizing, Zerosu-onī-sama.
They promise not to attack again.
And they came to help in the fight.”
Zeros gave a slight twitch.
Blindy rebooted, straightening up,
still shaking like a fried circuit.
Airi poured even more sweetness into her voice,
almost dripping it onto the ground:
“Onegai shimasu…
don’t kill our brothers…
Because we’re one big family.
◝₍⁽⁺⁰꒳⁰⁾₎◜❤✧ [╬ᇂ..ᇂ]o彡°”
Blindy froze, brain rebooting mid-sentence:
“F-F-Fa—fa—fam-m-mily—?!”
Zeros’s eye twitched.
“I DON’T GIVE A—BEEP—BEEP—.”
Constant took a step—
A wave rose to the height of a five-story building.
A deep rumble rolled across the island,
like the ocean itself was sick of his ego.
He leaned down—
as much as a mountain-weight colossus even could—
and forced out:
“W-w-who the hell are you people…”
Airi turned to him.
Smiled with her whole face—
polite, proper,
sweet in that very Japanese way,
like this wasn’t about to be a fight,
but a kindergarten behavior lesson.
“We’re all family.
And you… ψ (`−ㅿ−´)ψ
you’ve been a bad boy—
so you need a little discipline, bo-chan~“
Silence.
The entire SHIRŌ–KAGE army stared up at her
like she was an angel of death
who suddenly became a governess.
Constant’s eye twitched.
The massive body froze for a second,
like his system just caught a critical packet:
ERROR: HUMILIATION DETECTEDBut before he could reclaim even a shred of dignity,
another voice spread across the entire island—
flat, cold, impossible.
“You are a statistical error.
Reality’s architecture does not allow for zero.”
The air trembled.
Blindy snapped his head around—and saw him.
A figure. A presence.
He wasn’t standing on the ground.
He wasn’t even levitating.
He hung there—like a formula torn straight out of pure mathematics.
Beneath him, a thin golden spiral φ rotated,
so smooth it felt like an invisible hand was drawing it in real time.
Height: 120″.
Form: partially humanoid.
But the body…
the body was assembled:
- floating segments,
- golden fractal arcs,
- thin plates that did NOT touch each other,
held in place not by physics—
but by symmetry.
His chest looked like a window into an algorithm:
inside, the golden spiral φ rotated—
pulsing, shifting scale,
expanding, contracting
in perfect proportional rhythm.
His face—a smooth golden mask.
No features.
Just a thin vertical line of light.
When he spoke—
the line widened,
like reality itself being cut open.
When he moved his hand—
geometry appeared in the air:
- triangles,
- spirals,
- grids,
- ratios…
And space OBEYED. It bent.
Reconfigured itself to his gestures.
He wasn’t just standing on the battlefield.
He was designing it.
The storm around them turned… wrong.
Waves began moving in golden ratios.
The wind followed spiral symmetry.
Even the clouds slowed, aligning themselves to an unseen equation.
Blindy felt pressure building in his temples.
The figure’s words didn’t just sound—
they struck directly into the structure of his brain.
“You should not exist, Zeroth,” he repeated,
and the line on his face opened just a little wider.
“Zero destroys proportion.”
Blindy turned sharply to Zeros—
and saw the light in the psycho-drone’s eyes
go out.
Completely.
Like someone pulled the plug.
Or worse—
like something else had taken his place inside.
But no one else… noticed.
Exponent kept posing.
Constant was still trying to process the word “bo-chan.”
Airi…
…Airi looked at the titan.
And laughed. Not cruel. Not hysterical—
but like an older sister
watching two little brothers throw hands in the living room…
…and suddenly realizing—
big sister just walked in.