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Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [156]

Regarding Ichika’s pleading attitude, Nino couldn’t even be bothered to respond.

It wasn’t that she lacked compassion—just that, as sisters, she’d seen this scene far too many times.

As long as Ichika still had thoughts of sleeping in, if Nino gave in to her “just five more minutes,” the next wake-up call would stretch to ten, then twenty.

Seeing Nino stay silent, Ichika turned as if expecting it and started pleading with Shirase instead. “Shirase, you’ll h...

Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [155]

The days slipped by quickly, and before Shirase realized it, Saturday had arrived—and with it, the start of May.

The week had been packed to the brim for him. Between soccer club training, academics, and practicing massage techniques every night, he barely had time to breathe.

On top of that, he’d met with Nakano Maruo to settle the details of his tutoring job.

Surprisingly, that part went smoothly. Nakano Maruo understood Shirase’s circumstances well and didn’t dema...

Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [154]

Nakano Itsuki froze, completely caught off guard by Ichika’s sudden words. She stood there for several seconds, at a loss for how to respond.

Ichika had expected that. Taking advantage of Shirase being occupied by the overly enthusiastic shop owner, she lowered her voice. “Even though we’re quintuplets, there’s never been a real line between who’s older or younger. But in the end, we’re still family. When one of us feels hurt or troubled, the rest can’t help but notice, ri...

Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [153]

Hiratsuka Shizuka’s arrival was like Captain Dragonfly swooping onto the stage—decisive, authoritative, and immediately assuming the role of referee.

Given her position as their teacher, both Yukinoshita Yukino and Nakano Ichika instinctively composed themselves.

As for Nakano Itsuki and Yuigahama Yui—there was no need to even mention them. Both were model students. Unlike a certain Shirase Haruto, who still sat there lazily, not a hint of restraint in sight.

“Filmin...

Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [152]

The Service Club.

Yukinoshita Yukino leaned back in her chair, helpless, the open book still resting on her lap.

Yuigahama Yui covertly sized up Ichika and Itsuki. Even up close, their resemblance was uncanny. If all five sisters dressed the same, would she be able to tell them apart at all?

“Yukinoshita-san, sorry to bother you again.” Nakano Ichika smiled warmly, as if completely unaware of Yukino’s obvious irritation.

Yukino sighed. “If you know you’re bot...

Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [151]

At this point, Kirisu Mafuyu no longer cared about Shirase exposing her thoughts earlier.

One hand braced on her waist, she tried to look strict, but her eyes gleamed with barely hidden anticipation. “Were you serious just now? Has your massage technique really been praised even by Kojima?”

Shirase hesitated. “If I told you I was just bluffing, would you believe me?”

Mafuyu’s face instantly turned cold. “Of course. But as punishment for deceiving your teacher, yo...

Ophis Wants Silence [65]

If one were to follow the original timeline, after the King of Heroes Gilgamesh set out in search of the elixir of immortality, the city of Babylon would be left without a ruler. By the time of his return, his kingdom would lie in ruins and his people long scattered.

Thus, Gilgamesh abandoned the old Babylon entirely, rebuilding a new city-state to the southeast and starting his rule anew from nothing. For him, with his leadership and will, this was no difficult feat.

Within this ...

Ophis Wants Silence [64]

[I cannot ignore it…]
[I cannot forgive it…]
[The evil deeds of that king…]
[The cruelty of that king…]
[That demon who looks upon countless sorrows yet does nothing but smile.]

...

─Scenes flashed past rapidly, like slides on a projector.

─Humanity’s stagnation, humanity’s tragedies, humanity’s lamentations.

No matter the age…
No matter the nation…
Human tragedy fills the world.

Those who kill their parent...

Ophis Wants Silence [63]

Lying sprawled across a wasteland now several times larger than before, Ophis stared blankly at the sky.

Only her upper body remained. Energy streamed from her core into the missing lower half, but though her regeneration was visible to the naked eye, it was agonizingly slow compared to before.

Rustling footsteps approached. “Enkidu” entered Ophis’s field of view.

She wasn’t in good shape either. The white robe that had stayed pristine no matter how hard it was struc...

Ophis Wants Silence [62]

If one looked to the skies northwest of Uruk, above the dense forest, flashes of gold and purple clashed again and again, stirring violent gusts that tore through the air. Magic cannons capable of breaching city walls and priceless Noble Phantasms whirled about as if they cost nothing at all.

And indeed, they cost nothing.

Dozens of minutes passed, yet neither combatant gained the upper hand—or rather, neither had taken any real damage.

Realizing the stalemate, both halted...

Ophis Wants Silence [61]

If one were to describe the abilities of “Enkidu’s” current vessel, there was only one phrase:

Overwhelmingly powerful.

The Bull of Heaven, crafted by the gods, could annihilate all of Mesopotamia in a single night if it unleashed its full power without interference from Ophis and the others.

Yet Enkidu, likewise a divine weapon forged by the gods—though not built for pure destruction—possessed strength that surpassed even that divine beast.

Her most...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [160]

“Another wolf… found.”

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary lowered her body, whispering these words to Texas while swinging her scythe. In that instant, Texas felt her hairs stand on end; without hesitation, she jumped back, narrowly evading the fatal blow at the cost of a bleeding gash across her neck.

How did she… suddenly appear here?

Could it be… Hugh already foresaw this scene?!

Recalling Hugh’s earlier warning that she, too, was one of the Wolf Hunter�...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [159]

Da'at… Why isn’t she in the room?

In that instant, an emotion Kali couldn't quite name—perhaps worry, perhaps fear—rose violently in her chest.

Almost subconsciously, she took two rapid steps forward, throwing the covers aside—but what awaited her was merely an even harsher reality:

—Da'at truly wasn’t there.

She instantly rushed out of the room, desperately hoping that Da'at had simply awakened early… nothing more than that.

But clearly, this hop...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [158]

From this moment onward, the Thumb emerged in full force. These gang members, having waited in Siracusa for only a day, marched out spiritedly, equipped with high-quality firearms straight from the City’s Workshops, and began aggressively absorbing surrounding territories.

For the local gangs, this assault was basically catastrophic.

You mean, we're just some ordinary Siracusan gangs—and now we have to face the Thumb's soldiers, those freaks with high-end weaponry and monstrou...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [157]

Even until that moment, these assassins hadn’t figured out what exactly they'd tried to assassinate.

For them, only one thing was worth considering…

In the countdown of their lives, how many grains of sand were left?

Very soon, the Red Mist and her E.G.O would give them the answer—

Less than five seconds.

In a flash, E.G.O manifested; a blood-red coat draped itself upon the Red Mist. Kali raised her Mimicry, crimson flames erupting from the blade.

In ...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [156]

Returning to the Saluzzo Family?

For a brief moment, Lappland froze upon hearing Texas’s request.

Then, she gently closed her eyes, seemingly contemplating the terms laid out by Texas…

After a short pause, she slowly opened them again.

"What? You don't want to go?"

Texas, smiling, watched Lappland as she asked. Lappland, however, broke into a grin—one carrying a hint of madness—as she responded:

"How could that be possible…?"

"Although I wan...

My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [35]

“Haha, to think that in the blink of an eye your status is nearly equal to mine. His Grace the duke clearly holds you in high regard—otherwise, he wouldn’t have directly knighted you under his own banner, even granting you land and command over a hundred soldiers.”

Laurent didn’t answer right away. He turned to Sir John Fastolf with a teasing smile.

“My dear Earl seems quite the capable man himself.”

Sir John waved dismissively.
“Just a small privilege, no...

My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [34]

Commander Baudricourt didn’t trust Jeanne—he was a commander, after all; his thoughts naturally ran deeper.

Right now, France was losing battle after battle, morale in ruins.

What they needed wasn’t another soldier—it was someone who could rekindle faith, someone who could make people believe again.

A commoner couldn’t inspire that kind of hope.

Thinking back to that madwoman’s strange words from two months earlier, an idea took shape in his mind.

Per...

My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [33]

Important… important…

Hearing Laurent’s counterquestion, Sir John Fastolf for a moment didn’t know how to answer.

Important?

Isn’t that obvious! Any European should understand how deeply rooted this nobility business is here!

But looking at the other man’s complete ignorance, Sir John felt a little embarrassed.

This fellow looked like a big shot from the start—reporting it upward would surely be the right move—but the key was that he didn’t actu...

My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [32]

“Attack!”

Charging at the front were the Scots, weapons raised as they rushed straight toward Laurent’s unit.

Sir John Fastolf reacted instantly, barking orders:
“It’s those damned Scots! Turn the carts sideways—form a barricade! Archers, fire!”

The soldiers moved quickly and efficiently, carrying out his command with practiced precision.

Meanwhile, Laurent watched the cannons intently, half-expecting them to accidentally blast their own troops.
Aft...

My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [31]

In the end, Laurent still joined Sir John Fastolf’s ranks.

To them, one more Englishman made little difference—these supplies were meant for the front after all.

After resting for nearly half a day, the group resumed their march.

Laurent’s physical condition was excellent; this short distance posed no problem. The only odd thing about him was that, unlike everyone else, he wore ordinary clothes instead of armor.

A few soldiers considered pointing that out, but in...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [175]

When Yasui Makoto suggested a comprehensive physical exam, Air Groove agreed almost without hesitation.

This reaction momentarily surprised Yasui, until he quickly understood her reasoning.

Although he wasn’t some fortune-telling mystic like Matikanefukukitaru or Copano Rickey, in a way, he truly could predict the future—perhaps an ability unique to him in this world.

Considering Duramente’s past, the idea of her sustaining an injury seemed almost absurd. After all, ge...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [174]

By the time the victory concert began that evening, Yasui Makoto already had a plan in mind.

If his memories from that parallel timeline were correct, Duramente’s accident had occurred during grazing—a period of rest, outside of training and racing.

In a situation like that, there weren’t many precautions he could take, but there were still some.

For example—a comprehensive physical examination.

Unlike the routine check-ups after training or races, a thorough m...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [173]

Looking at Kitasan Black standing beside him, Yasui Makoto’s lips twitched slightly.

Apart from their long ears and swishing tails, Uma Musume looked almost identical to ordinary human girls, and Kitasan Black was just at that age—fifteen or sixteen, full of youthful energy.

Yet now, talking earnestly about becoming a magical girl, her long ears flicked gently, fists clenched eagerly to her chest, tail wagging nonstop, eyes sparkling with absolute seriousness.

Should...