Chapter 1130 - ハルソラ配信中：Part.3
────A while after the end of the break, as declared.
"Ah, it's almost time. So, the second trial, the [Sage] part."
The current progress of the stream video was during a non-combat battle where, from a first-person perspective, I was looking up at a massive 'Debris Dragon'—the servant of the small shadow seated in the West.
The past me, along with Sora, Ashe, and Tora-kichi, was picking up weapons lined up across the floor and striking them one after another, only for them to be crushed in a futile effort.
That field of vision,
────I found you—!!
Immediately after receiving the 'voice' that reached directly into my mind and made me tremble slightly.
────Alright, come on!
As if it were natural, I raised a cheer calling for the Niarize. That is,
"From here, the counterattack begins, yes."
'????????????????????????????????' 'Eh?' 'Huh?' 'Eh, what' 'What does that mean??' 'Nia-chan?' 'Eh, Nia-chan' 'I knew she was doing her best to watch, but what??' 'Wait a minute, instantaneous movement!?' 'What did she just do' 'Shrinking-earth Nia-chan!!?' 'Spatial teleportation...?' 'She flew in with an axe!?'
It was the signal for the start of the inevitable festival.
As I declared to the viewers, when the counterattack—practically Nia's solo stage—began. Naturally, seeing the teleportation ability of the [Mele-A-Lumina (Mele-A-Lumina)], which I haven't made public, the audience on the other side of the screen buzzed.
While reading that from the comment group.
"So, something like that. While quietly watching our [Blue Fairy (Milmarinus)]-sama's round-of-applause great activity... Sora-san, shall we open a quick impression session?"
"────Heh? Ah, fwa, yes!"
Of course, I, who can't possibly give a detailed explanation about that... ──the 'Crystal of First Love (Mele-A-Lumina),' pulled off a forceful ignore and struck up a conversation with my partner in the next room.
Some complaints like 'Eh, wait??' or 'Hey, what about the situational explanation??' or 'Nia-chan, what on earth are you doing!?' or 'Hey, do a live commentary. Please, I beg you' are flying in, but it's none of my business. No, really.
In the first place, an order of "Eh, please don't" regarding a detailed explanation has come from the owner—or rather, the 'wielder'—Nia herself. There's nothing I, the 'weaver,' can say on my own────
"Ah—, noisy, noisy! It's a variant (..) of the [Terror Armament]. It's Nia's. As you can see, she can teleport bang-bang. Ask the owner for the rest, that's all, dismissed."
That's about the extent of it.
"Eh, um, um...?"
"Ah, it's okay. Everyone is very understanding and it's an extremely peaceful────"
'No way!' 'Sora-chan—!!! Your partner is saying whatever he wants!!!!!' 'Heartlessness has reached its peak here' 'Is such tyranny allowed' 'What's a variant!!?' 'What's a variant of Terror???' 'Teleportation is the top thing that shouldn't be able to be done bang-bang, you know!' 'What? Does it mean she's become Super Nia-chan???' 'Nia-chan was Super from the start' 'Then she's Hyper' 'She seems to have gone as far as Ultra' 'Wow...' 'What? Does Clown-sama have a gift that breaks everything he's involved with systematically?' 'What happened to make it like that' 'Ask the owner, you say...' 'If we could ask, we wouldn't be having a hard time, would we????' ────
"────Yeah. It's a peaceful comment section."
"H-huh..."
Then, while offering a business smile through the avatar to the rioters who were raising cheerful shouts like 'Don't forgive the dictatorial Trickster' or 'Open our voices to the Angel too.'
"Then, um... an i-impression session? Is it...?"
"Or rather, well, let's just talk appropriately about this time (that)."
I persistently engaged with my partner in the next room────who had successfully graduated from being stiff as a board after the ten-minute break... or rather, after rousing herself. I kept my pace and spoke in a voice that was as calm as possible.
In response to that, Sora-san said,
"Mmm............, ......um, it's something I'm always thinking, but."
"Yeah."
"When fighting a l-large enemy."
"Yeah, yeah."
"...I-I,"
"I?"
"..................get nervous."
"............"
"............"
".................."
".................."
"────That's right!!! Me too, me too!!!!"
"W-wha, nya, wha! What was that! I couldn't think of anything in particular!"
...Well, while continuing to be nervous in a different sense from the 'nervousness' she just mentioned, she has safely graduated from being so stiff that she couldn't move—or rather, couldn't speak.
What's impressive is that this is the result of her rousing herself with her own will to take on the world, rather than me taking care of her. It's impossible for an ordinary fifteen-year-old beautiful girl; as expected of my partner, it's enough to make me cry.
And there's no way such a hard-working figure (voice) wouldn't resonate with the rioters of the world.
They turned their palms over... no, that's not it. Well, I'll take the affectionate abusive messages (fan mail) toward me as a given, but the way the comment section was dyed in 'Sora-kawa' in an instant was just too easy.
We can take over the world with this────I thought, trembling as I floated that not-so-joking joke in my mind.
"Actually, if it's huge, it's normally scary. People say things like 'You've got to be kidding' to me, but of course it's scary, if you get crushed (..) it's over."
"Crushed... w-well, that's true. Yes."
"Also, a huge target is only a merit at long range, but at close range, it's just hell."
"That's right... when it spreads out right in front of you, like 'waa,' then, um."
"Then?"
"..................I end up going 'waa' too."
"Cute."
"っ...!? W-what! Geez, what was that...!"
Truly, we were having a trivial conversation that had neither substance nor any particular meaning... ────in short, that is, we were providing the 'Haru-Sora' that many viewers were likely seeking.
"No, because comments like that are, you know, flowing in like 'waa.'"
"Y-you're teasing me! You're teasing! Even though I'm doing my best...!"
"I'm not teasing. I think you're super cute from the bottom of my heart."
"Is that also a 'comment like that'! I-it can't be helped...! I can't calm down that quickly, and, um, my head isn't working like usual...!"
"I see. It certainly seems your head isn't working."
"What—"
"If it were the usual Sora, you would have been able to read whether it was my words or the comments' words."
"Heh, e────────ah,っ, uuu...!!!"
Well, it's like this. In this way (that).
"Haha."
"W-what are you laughing at! I hate Haru!"
'Hey, what is this' 'It's Haru-Sora. Don't you know' 'It seems this is as far as I go' 'Are you aware of the meaning of the word lethal dose' 'Punching the wall with full force, breaking through, and tap-dancing with the neighbor' 'It's a comedy' 'Isn't it a tragedy???' 'Sugar Sea Me Sinking' 'Someone come here!!! Submerge these guys in espresso!!!!!' 'Hey, stop pincer-attacking me with shocking new info and known limit-sugar content' 'Wait, I'm going to go find a heroine around there' 'I'll write "this" in my aspirations for my next life' 'I wanted a life where I could be told "I hate you!" by an angel-like beautiful girl with a voice full of affection and shame'
While hitting the supply for the demand... while pulling my partner's tension, which she hadn't quite wiped away, into my mood to unravel it, even if it was a bit forced.
Let's proceed at a moderate, relaxed pace.