The android spoke evenly, in chorus with the others.
“Kimi no chichi wa…
…kimi o torimodosu koto o… nozonde iru.”
Shiori’s eyes sharpened into blades.
“Iie. Watashi no michi wa… mou kimatta.”
She fired three times.
Each shot was deflected with a flick of the wrist—
broken against a plasma blade.
Blindy hit the ground,
scrambled up,
pulled out his cheap blaster
and started firing blindly.
Shiori shouted.
“BURAINDI-SAN! NO!”
TOO LATE
The SHIRŌ-KAGE unit blurred.
One moment it was to the side.
The next—
it was already above him.
The plasma blade descended.
Smooth.
Elegant.
Deadly.
Time stretched.
Blindy’s thoughts lagged behind reality,
pathetic, scattered:
“That’s it—
I’m dead—no, like—actually dead…
just like that…
damn… I could’ve—
I could’ve met so many—
…hot girls…Why the hell did I drink that much—
Shiori…
she’s—she’s beautiful…
she’s calling my name… right?..
or—wait—is she—does she… care?..
…she cares… right?..
she gotta—
she—”
He closed his eyes.
And then—
CRUNCH
A shadow appeared in front of him.
One strike. One sound.
The ninja-droid folded,
snapped,
and flew backward—
slamming into the wall
like it had been hit by an Abrams tank.
The metal dented.
Deep. Permanent.
Blindy opened one eye. Then the other.
Zeros stood there—
towering.
His arm still raised,
like he had just brushed away an annoying insect.
Zeros stepped forward.
“”Tch. This worthless piece of shit is MINE.”
A single tear rolled down Blindy’s cheek.
“B-buddy… I thought… you—you died…”
Zeros replied:
“I wasn’t alive to die.”
Shiori met his gaze,
quickly checking for damage.
He gave the slightest nod.
“Airi. If you intend to save Shiori and this sack of rotten meat—
NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME.”
Airi’s voice filled their comms, soft but steady:
“Already on my way, Zerosu-senpai.
Good to have you back with us. [⌒o⌒]人[⌒-⌒]v”
But it was too late.
They started to appear—
in thousands.
A white storm of armor
spilling into existence—
from containers,
from dark hangars,
from ventilation shafts.
Their synchronized steps created vibration—
even in near-zero gravity.
Plasma katanas ignited in perfect unison,
filling the platform with cold, unwavering light.
A sharp hum rang out—
the sound of plasma blades awakening.
Blindy’s jaw dropped.
“W-w-what the hell is going on?!
FUCK— is this some kinda Star Stormtr—☒☒☒—
I mean— they got, like—
light s—☒☒☒☒— from Star W—☒☒☒!”
[Radio. Dick Melody, teeth grinding hard enough to spark:]“Goddamn it, Blindy…
you absolute idiot—STOP.We are NOT surviving this episode
if he keeps throwing around words
protected by
MEGA-LEVEL COPYRIGHT APOCALYPSE PROTOCOLS.”
[A sharp inhale]“Alright… moving on.”
Shiori reloaded her plasma rifle on the run and shouted:
“Zerosu-san! Careful! Their light☒☒☒☒—
…can slice you into sashimi!”
[Dick, exhausted, dragging a hand down his face like a man who regrets every career decision he's ever made:]“No.
No.
HELL no.Everything Blindy—
and now even Shiori—
are trying to say right now
has been censored…to protect us from—”
[A dramatic whisper]“—intergalactic copyright ninjas.
LISTENERS, PLEASE UNDERSTAND:
we are NOT allowed to say words
that start with the letter ‘S’.If I drop the censorship—
Mickey the Big-Eared himself
will turn us into sashimi.And trust me…
his legal ninja army
is scarier than
fucking ZEROS.”