Training

Tsubasa often wondered about the circumstances that led to their current situation, watching Chris train with the blue ballerina autoscorer Garie. But the involvement of parallel worlds, a confusing relic used to access them and the troubles that came with the aforementioned parallel worlds was more of a headache than it was worth. So instead she simply sighed and rested her head in her hand as she rested after her own workout and training routine, and watched, her other hand lazily holding a thermos over the edge of the armrest of her chair.

Like always, Yukine was a melodic flurry of gunfire, almost akin to an orchestra of firepower as she fought. Yet even with the sheer amount of bullets and energy bolts fired across the training arena, she failed to land a solid blow on the water-using doll herself, instead only hitting watery clones that exploded into steam, water droplets and the tinkling, annoying laughter that was effectively her trademark.

To the outside observer, it looked like Chris was struggling to keep up, firing at random in every direction in an attempt to hit as many clones as she could to brute force her way to finding the original dancing doll amongst her copies. But Tsubasa could see otherwise, that the liberal spraying of gunfire in every direction was a trap, to lull the enemy into thinking she was disoriented, open for attack. She smirked, watching as the doll took the bait hook, line and sinker, a trio of clones breaking off from the ones circling her to attack her while her back was turned.

Chris suddenly smirked, turning to face them, arms outstretched and palms wide open, her gatling guns dissipating in the same motion that multiple crystalline barriers appeared before her and spread out, surrounding the three dolls and herself. Then her crossbows appeared in her hands, crossing them before her chest for a moment as the autoscorer laughed at her, taunting her.

Then, it was like she became a blur as she started firing her crossbows wildly, slowly stepping forward with every wild pose she took to fire a burst of bolts from each hand. Tsubasa felt herself grow internally pleased at the confused look on Garie's face turning to horrified realization that the bolts weren't being shot at random. Rather- they were being reflected and ricocheted off the crystal barriers surrounding her and her copies, turning the path before them, behind them and around them into a deathtrap of rapidly bouncing energy bolts.

They punctured, penetrated and burst through her and her copies, their forms shaking with every impact as the bolts punched straight through them with ease, the barrage unceasing as Chris stepped closer and closer to them until with one final spinning flourish of her guns and a twirl, she came to a stop in a mock bow, head stooping low, one foot behind the other and her arms raised up. She dismissed her crossbows, put a hand on her hip, and with a cocky grin on her lips pointed a fingergun at Garie's still standing form before mouthing the words "Bang!".

Her copies dissipated into water, the main body stumbling in place, struggling to stay upright, before it slowly began to fall forward.

Chris noticed all too late the sharp-toothed grin on the "Main" body's face. She stumbled back as the revealed fake dissipated into water like the others, the mass surging forth to surround Chris. Tsubasa nearly dropped her bottle in worry, watching Chris' arms and legs be bound up and restrained by the now slime-like water. The worry turned graver when Garie appeared from it, arms wrapping around Chris with a teasing, lilting giggle falling from her lips as Chris struggled.

The worry turned to anger when Garie seductively caressed Chris' chin, though that proceeded into embarrassment as she realized that she'd stood up at some point and had now crushed her water bottle.

Well, it was a water bottle… made of metal. But apparently the crunching noise of it being crushed in her grip was enough to catch the attention of the two in the training arena before her. Chris, snapping out of her battle focus, suddenly realized the compromising position she found herself in, she started to squirm in an attempt to escape her watery prison, making her already compromising position even worse for Tsubasa to witness, even more so when she started to cry out for Tsubasa not to look at her.

"S-Senpai!? W-wait you were watching this whole time!? Wait- no that's not important! Look away! A-Avert your eyes! Don't look at me like this!" She demanded, pulling at her bonds and trying to break free of them. Though she only succeeded at making herself be more and more soaked in water, the white parts of her gear growing concerningly more transparent from the strange properties of whatever Garie made her water from.

"Ohhh~? What's this? Don't want your girlfriend to see you in such a humiliating pose? Well if the way she's gripping that scrap in her hand is any indication, she's enjoying this quite~ a~ lot~!" Was the teasing words of the autoscorer, all seductiveness gone from her as she hovered over the trapped girl using her watery prison, laughing that annoying, tinkling laughter of hers.

Tsubasa sputtered and tried to deny those claims, even while her face burned with a blush and her eyes found themselves magnetically drawn to the way Chris' chest bounced as she squirmed and struggled.

"Y-You- I- Release Ch- Yukine at once you lecher! Th-this treatment is far beyond what a training spar warrants!"

"Oooohohohohohoh~? You say as such but you were ogling her chest so thoroughly, it was almost like you were trying to bury your face in it from a distance! Here, let me help you with that!"

"W-Wagh!? L-Let me go already you perverse puppet! H-Hiiii! Th-That tickles! Ahh~!?"

Afterwards, when she eventually transformed into her gear and attacked Garie to free Chris, Tsubasa helped decide with a unanimous vote from the others (sans Garie) that training spars would be supervised more closely to prevent incidents such as this from occurring again, for the sake of all parties involved.