"Mom..."
"What?"
"You should have just killed her..."
"Well, I was planning on actually doing it, but she's also my daughter in a sense, so..."
"Ugh..."
Miss, Mommy's and Miss Eleanor's conversation is really weird.
They are not exactly whispering either...
In the meantime, a small, fragile-looking girl moved into the arena.
That must be Miss Irene from the off branch.
And after a while, a pretty, brown-haired beauty, dressed in a luxurious-looking pink robe walks in.
That must be Miss Fantasia.
She looks really... fantastic?
Umm... way too perfect?
Miss, she seems fake.
Is it just me or...?
"Fantasia!"
"Fantasia!"
"Fantasia!"
Oh.. I guess no one agrees with me... pout.
"Main branch, Fantasia. Off branch, Irene. Are you two ready?" The referee asks the combatants.
"Yes!" Irene nods energetically.
"Most certainly."
When both Miss Irene and Miss Fantasia nod in consent, "Fight!" The referee starts the match.
Instead of charging forward, like most people did so far, Miss Irene jumped backward.
And started shooting... pieces of the arena at Miss Fantasia.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Miss Fantasia easily smacks the pieces of the arena which are flying towards her aside.
... It's like she was swatting a fly.
Miss Irene throws.
Miss Fantasia swats.
Miss Irene throws...
and again, and again, and again...
Ah!
Miss Irene stopped!
She's out of breath.
Miss Fantasia approaches the exhausted Miss Irene.
Slap!
She slapped her out of the arena!
That's so rude!
"Winner, Main branch Fantasia!" The referee announces.
"Fantasia!"
"Wooo, Fantasia!"
"So awesome!"
The boys who were defeated in the first round go into a craze.
"Is it just me or did she deliberately tried to increase her stage time?" Miss who was silent until now asks.
"Yes, you are correct. She's in fact addicted to attention." Mommy replies.
"Next up, Main branch, Meira. Main branch, Bernard."
"It seems that Little Mei is very popular among our brothers." Miss Tinesia says teasingly.
"Well, be careful not to burn another of your brothers to a crisp this time, okay?" Mommy adds.
"Don't mind these two and reduce that playboy to ashes. He deserves it." Miss Eleanor says.
"Miss, please try your best to stay focused on the match." Sophia advises.
"Muu..."
Miss stands up from her chair while groaning.
She lifts me up.
"Quick battery recharge!" She shouts.
Terry!? Where!?
......
.....
....
... Did I fall for it again?
Miss, this one day, I will really get a pet bat and name him Terry!
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Kindred
Historical FictionNatasha Morozova was a renown Russian hitman. However, she was betrayed and died in the middle of her mission. When she thought it was over, she found herself in a fancy bed, being treated by small children. She discovers that she is a good-for...
