They reached Airi’s hangar, but Zeros still stubbornly ignored Blindy like he was just background noise the universe forgot to mute.
Shiori met them at the entrance to the docking bay
with a soft, completely neutral expression.
“Tomodachi, you came. Arigatōgozaimasu. Let’s go,” she said. “Obaachan wants to see you.”
That tone alone was enough to put even Zeros on alert.
They stepped into Airi’s hangar
and Blindy froze in the doorway like his body just got hit with a current.
In the center of the bay stood a woman.
Elderly. Small.
Wearing a traditional kimono, lightly leaning on a wooden cane.
Next to her stood a graceful female android in an elegant Japanese kimono,
her metallic lines crafted with the precision of an artist
and the intent of a weapon.
Blindy’s jaw dropped like always,
almost hitting the floor.
“Z-Z-Zeros—
wh—what—
what IS that—
that ain’t normal—
that—
that’s illegal—…my heart—
my heart just—
it did a thing—
I don’t like that—”
The android stepped forward.
Soft. Silent. Graceful.
“Hai, Buraindi-kun. [U ω U],” she said, bowing politely. “This is me. Airi. Hee-hee… [＠＾◡＾]
I see… you like me more like this…
You’re not… scared of me anymore?”
[And Dick, voice shaking on air]“Oh fuck… listeners… brace yourselves.
Blindy’s reaction here is, let’s say… completely justified.
Because standing in front of them is… AIRI IN HUMANOID FORM.”
[Dick lowers his voice like he's reading a forbidden scroll]Height: 5.5 to 5.6. Average Japanese woman. Carefully chosen
so she doesn’t look threatening.
Build: slim, but athletic. Killer ballerina.
Movement: not robotic. Not mechanical.
Fluid. Almost ethereal.
Form: no exaggeration anywhere.
Minimalism. Elegance. Japanese refinement.
This form is built to lower your guard
right before she takes you apart piece by piece.
Face…
Soft features.
Small sharp chin, perfect jawline.
Large gentle eyes. Lenses with subtle glow.
Iris: soft turquoise light.
Skin: porcelain synthetic dermis.
Expression: polite, calm, soft.
She looks like:
temple maiden + premium hostess android,
but her essence is a scalpel disguised as a smile.
A living anime character
that is both charm and death.
Long straight black hair. Traditional. Elegant.
Moves like it’s underwater…
By the way, Airi has two modes.
Each with its own function.
But right now… this is standard mode.
UwU Mode
Combat mode later.
Anyway, Blindy’s voice broke:
“Oh no—
NO—they put a lethal AI into—
INTO THIS—?!Why would you do that—
why would you combine those things—?!This is—
this is torture—this is like—
illegal on a human level—”
But Zeros didn’t even look at her.
TOTAL IGNORE.
He was staring at the old woman.
Alert. Still.
Reading a level of threat only he could see.
“Don’t give a fuck about you,” he said hoarsely.
“This woman…
I’m reading extreme danger from her.”
Zeros turned to Blindy.
A look that could drain batteries.
“You piece of shit. Focus.”
Then back to Shiori.
Sharp. Commanding.
“Shiori. Who the fuck is she?”
Blindy snapped:
“HEY—
HEY—dumbass—you don’t talk to—
to elders like that—what the hell—
what is wrong with you—that’s somebody’s grandma—
act normal for once—!”
Shiori stepped forward.
There was tension in her eyes. Slight. Almost invisible.
“Ah… this is my grandmother.
Obaasan… these are the two who helped me.”