A/N: Demon Slayer, forgetting to wish you a Happy Valentines Day.

NetherOrbit: *Gasp*, and I thought swords cut down trees easily!
Den3424: Encouraging me to kill Taiyama? It'd guarantee I stop wasting your time.

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"Prior to Sainthood, before his days as the Church's first Slayer, Gigan was a lowly street urchin. It was said that an angel came before him, offering a life of purpose in exchange for service as a temple purifier."

"Under an Arm-Father Si-amen, it was fate that would lead The Beast to commit its first assault upon Cel's own. With a meager mop and humble heart, Gigan fought in absence of fear. As reward for extraordinary faith, he was victorious against evil, The Beast driven away."

"It was no surprise to any one of faith, hearing the Arm-Father declare Deus Cel's first Slayer hours after the encounter."

Holy Book of Cel, 6:15-17

December 31st, 2022

"Have a good day, sir!" Lisbeth waved, passing a large [Battleaxe] away.

"Good fix," her customer nodded, "later."

Lisbeth bowed softly, her [Vendor's Carpet] loaded with an anvil and furnace. Beside her, Haru squatted on a carpet of her own, beakers and flasks bubbling in their holding trays.

"You okay back there?" Lis smiled.

"Okay enough. People keep asking for [Holy Water] though. So frustrating."

"Just tell them you don't have it, maybe offer pots of your own?"

"That's what I've been doing, but there's always that one guy."

"Aye, you get used to it."

Haru groaned, "could you pass me a coal?"

Lisbeth nodded, glancing around for open containers.

"You know it's today, right?"

"I'm not going," Haru said, "I've got work, I'm not gonna embarrass myself either."

"You sure?"

"When I'd have to sing to thousands of strangers, or be seen by my crazed ex?"

"Who cares if he sees you?" Lisbeth inspected inventory, "crap, running outta tin."

"I do, cause I'm gonna get stalked, assaulted, I don't know, something."

"What if you're surrounded by friends? I'm with you."

"Bale's got a lot of contacts," she shivered, "you're not exactly the strongest either."

"Don't have to be," Lis smiled before opening her interface, "wanna see why?"

Haru's eyes narrowed, an [Atlean Auto-Bolt] on display.

"What is that?"

"The mark of a fearless woman." Lisbeth cycled through stats, "it only fires as long as there's tension in the strings. For this model, five round's the limit before you need to charge it back."

"Why not pull it out then?" Haru looked sharply, "I wanna see."

"Let's just say...I got connections. Wouldn't wanna spoil it."

Haru blinked, lips drooping.

"Where did you get that?"

"I doubt they'd appreciate me telling you, like it?"

"What can I say," Haru stared at it, "it looks dangerous."

"Why don't you take it for tonight?" Lis smiled.

"For the party?" Haru paled.

"Aye, keep it on [Hot Wave]. No one's gonna suspect it."

"Mm," Haru steadied her gaze, "you really think I should try singing?"

"Nah," Lisbeth swiped air, "I want you to give up and call me sister."

Haru shifted her gaze for a moment.

"And if I mess up?"

"Then we'll head back to town, no fuss."

A shiver ran through, Haru's green eyes returning to Lis.

"What about my work?"

"Really?" Lis leaned in.

"Fine, fine, I'll go. Just don't grope me."

"That's more like it!" Lisbeth slapped Haru's back, "oh, and no."

A shiver ran through Haru as Lis checked machinery.

"Get something sexy, Wick's gonna be calling any minute."

Haru jumped a little, coiling harshly.

"P-Please don't do that."

Lisbeth stopped, looking to Haru's trembling figure.

"Oh...sorry."

Rising up minutes later, Haru nodded before optimizing [Hot Wave], Lis' [Atlean Auto-Bolt] ready. Putting away her [Vendor's Carpet], Lisbeth's sly smile remained as she waved to passing customers.

I wonder how Kirito got his hands on that, it's completely different from anything found out here. Good thing Aid knows a thing or three about modern-ish weapons.

[From Wick: You ready? Meet us at the old shop, Leafa's anxious]

"Haru, time!"

"Is that dress I have good enough?"

"That German thing?" Lisbeth applied her red and yellow dress.

"It's Austrian."

"So it's German?"

"Basically."

Leaving their street corner, Lisbeth and Haru turned west, towards Urbus' central districts. West Urbus received dramatic change as result of New Shanghai, the old culture's iconography erased in exchange for others. Among its newest residents, a quiet migration between Koreans and Commonwealth flowed past both girls. Ranging from Canada, Australia, and everywhere in between, all this shift brought was a heavy scent of liquor. Wrinkling her face, Lisbeth's tongue curled slightly.

I am very happy without you, don't come back.

Forcing herself forward quicker, Lisbeth drew Haru's attention. While similar odors had without a doubt reached her, the alchemist exhibited barely an inquisitive sniff.

Guess she doesn't like the smell, but aren't Scotsmen and drinks inter-linked?

Spotting a purple pointy cap through the crowd, Lisbeth guided Haru closer, a pair of familiar faces uncovered as they filed and slipped by. Greetings were exchanged, Lisbeth smiling as Wick waved.

"Give Leafa a second," Wick rubbed his neck, "customers."

"Cool," Lisbeth brushed hair before looking to Leafa.

Speaking to a girl of athletic build, the dojo's instructor's heart bounced.

"I'll have to let the boys know, they can barely protest without hand-holding."

"When should I expect them?" Leafa grinned.

"Tomorrow," Sinon stated, "my boss says he'll cover it for a month, but wanted to be sure you're actually experienced."

"I'll prove it for sure! He can watch too!"

Wick's eyes hovered over to Haru, who huddled over to him as Leafa assured.

"I'm nervous," she whispered.

"If it makes you feel better, you're doing better than me already."

"I've got so much work, between using my hands and new potions. One embarrassment and I'm finished."

"You seem really focused on your work."

Looking among her friends, Lisbeth paused.

"Where's Leopon?"

"Her?" Wick peeked with raised palms, "no clue. Vanished since that fight days ago."

"Fight?"

"Yeah, some guy in black wanted to know something about a person with a metal hand." Wick shook his head, "lost pretty bad too. Tried comforting her, but she wouldn't have it. Said she failed her too many times."

Her brown eyes drifted down, nodding as she thanked him.

Leopon...what were you thinking?

[To Leopon: where'd you go?]

"I can relate," Haru sighed, "hope she's okay."

"I'm sure she's safe," Wick nodded, "the armor she's got is apparently pretty OP."

"Ugh, I shouldn't do this."

No response arrived for Lisbeth, a breeze lifting pink strands for a moment. Dry-washing hands, eyes lifted to flocking birds above.

You confuse me, Leopie. First you try to take, then you try to save. Wherever you are, I hope you're okay.

"Leafa?" Lisbeth called, "we should go now."

"Sorry!" Leafa said, "be right with you."

Wick looked to Haru, whose eyes remained on a passing stream of people.

"You ready?"

"No," Haru said with raised brows, "...but I'll try. I got out here."

Sun Dancer

Drums and flutes played loudly throughout the amphitheater, with a line of orange painted Tauran ankles stepping in sync. Against a savanna styled backdrop, the tribe's actors took on the personification of a serpent, coiling and rising before a lone tribesman, whose face had been painted white.

"Wanderer, why have you traveled so far from home? The Meadow of the Serpent is unsafe for your kind."

"Maybe, but not as dangerous as a year without water," the Tauran actor went on one knee, "mighty Serpent, we have endured a barren autumn. My chief has failed to remember our most sacred vow, giving the Moon Goddess her tribute. How may I bring rain to our lands? How may we receive forgiveness?"

"As you always have, Tauran. By your hooves!"

PoH shifted in his chair, leaning close to his stiff, hard faced king.

"Why're you so tense, my friend? This is a time to enjoy yourself."

"Sorry," Garr sighed, "not really a party-goer, let alone host. Besides, got announcements to make, project's debuting."

"Perhaps a dance would lighten the mood?"

"Tauran are already dancing."

"I meant for us," PoH groaned.

A Red Hoof rushed onto the stage, a beetle shell painted like the moon masking over its face as it performed a slow, methodical dance. Pointing a hoof at the white-faced Tauran, all other actors gasped, the Serpent vanishing in hurried retreat as the other knelt.

"For your tribe's disloyalty, I require all but one payment...a sacrifice. For thirty cycles shall you eat nothing but two handfuls of grass. No crop or animal shall sate you, or I will leave you without rain for another season."

A flock of dancers circled their protagonist, who performed wild motions of pleading, expressing it through kicks, snout throws, backward rolls. Only minutes after, did their god call to them with a loud blow, shifting its position according to time of night.

"Two handfuls for thirty cycles, that is your repentance, Rough-Hoof. No pleas or bargains will reach me, only obedience."

Their dance slowed, individual Tauran stepping out as members of their tribe "died", until lastly, only two remained. Sticking their ribs out with drained breath, they sought a horse and ate it without second thought, their god reappearing as their bellies grew plump.

"Do you defy me so readily?"

Both Tauran went on knees, their snouts lowered to their chest.

"Yes," the god paced around them, "an oath twice broken. There is but only one proper punishment for such dishonesty."

"Please Great Moon!" they plead.

"I shall make [Drifters] out of you, forever will you walk the land, your body like water, your crime visible to all who see!"

While their dance concluded, Garr had lips pressed, eyebrows lowered as he stared uncomfortably

Man, their god's a total bitch.

"Sheesh," PoH chuckled, "and I thought my dad was bad."

Next up were the Wind Manes, who threw themselves about in smooth, sweeping spins, graceful in their jumps from right to left. Their protagonist was another Tauran of youthful stature, whose snout bowed before the same deity. Dancing with them, however, the moon deity waved its hands, bringing forth thick clouds.

Watching from a mid-row seat, Lisbeth played with three seeds, watching as Wind Manes frolicked, the rain spurring growth all around them. Props of flowers and crops sprung, of which the tribe burned in a pyre. Ignited by a fire dancer, the smoke drew in their god, orbiting the offering site with gleeful steps and leaps.

"Do not sacrifice your meals to me," the god said, "for my appetite is one quenched only by the sun. Enjoy, commune with member and ancestor, be virtuous and prosper ever more."

"I like this god better," Leafa giggled, "he's a lot nicer."

"No kidding," Wick nodded.

Lisbeth watched with wide eyes, moved as drums continued to beat.

How can the same god have such a vast difference? One's utterly cruel, the other kind.

Merry in its tune to conclusion, crowds clapped as the Wind Manes disappeared from stage, people leaving seats to drop seeds in their respective basket. These straw containers were shifted away by Tauran, replaced with six new ones minutes after seeding, one of their one jumping up on stage.

"Welcome all!' he raised knees, "tonight, we of the Spotter clan ask for you the audience to critique our pride and joy."

Six beetle shells were brought on stage, their hard surfaces painted with varying color and details. While each formerly belonged to a [Red Spotted Beetle], no two looked alike.

"As many of you know, the beetle is a proud beast, their backs hard as stone. In honor of their spirits, we bestow color upon their memory, so that they may live forever. All we ask, is that you vote which shell you favor most."

Each shell moved through rows, vibrant hues of an earthy sort in front of thousands. Votes were cast, with a pair of individuals slipping in from another corner.

"Hi everyone," Asuna slipped in, "enjoying the party?"

"I'm loving it," Leafa smiled, "it's got a lot of culture behind it."

Taiyama's taller shadow lowered, taking a seat beside Lisbeth.

"Wow Lis, your dress really makes you pop."

"Thanks," Lis bowed her head.

"No really," he eyed downward, "you look...hot."

Lisbeth stared at the stage, a chill running through as she inched slightly away.

The heck's going on?

Slipping through, Asuna took a seat on Lisbeth's opposing side.

"Hey Lizzy," she smiled.

"Hi," Lis refused to look.

Haru watched with fidgeting fingers, heart slow in its beating.

"You okay?" Wick said.

"No," she shivered, "when does the singing begin?"

"Asterius said it'll start after the pageant. You've got time."

Haru nodded stiffly, Tai letting his arm brush against Lis, only to get a sharp glare.

"Don't," she said.

Taiyama withdrew, eyes wet with energy as Asuna scooted in.

"How're things?"

"Good," Lisbeth coiled slightly.

"I wanted to let you know that I've...decided something."

Lisbeth kept lips sealed, staring sharply ahead.

"You may not understand it, maybe you will. But I feel it'll help both of us. You should have what you want."

Eyebrows furrowed, Lisbeth looking softly Asuna's direction.

"Eh?"

"You'll see what I mean," Asuna smiled softly, getting up seconds later, "Leafa, come on."

"Already?" Leafa blushed.

"Have you ever been to one of these pageants?"

"No?" she grimaced.

"Okay, I'll show you how it works."

Dragging Leafa aside, Asuna instructed on posture. Lisbeth looked to Wick and Haru, leaning forward to keep close.

"Aye, who you think's gonna win?" Lis smiled wry, "Leaf or Asuna?"

"You?" Taiyama smiled, inching closer.

"Oh please," Lis rolled her eyes.

Wick glanced to Taiyama from a corner of his eye, a brow drooping.

What on Earth are you doing, dude?

"Why not?" Tai said, "have they ever seen your eyes?"

"I don't know," Wick said, "they're..."

"They're what?" Lisbeth leaned over to Wick, "go on, I don't bite."

"No," Wick flustered, "don't hurt me."

"Hey," Tai motioned to Lis, "what if I told you how beautiful you look?"

Lisbeth moved away an entire seat, only to be followed.

"And what if I told you I'd get you whatever you wanted after tonight?"

Staring with a wrinkled face, Lisbeth turned her sights away.

Is he really trying this? God sake, Asuna left only a minute ago.

"Dude," Haru snapped, "how about you take a hint?"

Taiyama snapped his gaze on Haru, eyes burning. Wick's eyes fixated straight ahead, fingers chilling.

Haru's got a lot of fire, it's pretty attractive. Tai though, dude I can't agree with this!

After seconds of hard stares, Taiyama stood over Haru.

"I apologize," he smirked, "I acted improper. I will see myself out."

With votes cast, the Spotter tribe vanished as did Tai, leaving Asterius standing solo on stage. Stepping towards its wooden edge, he stared up at all who viewed from above, his ten foot stature daunting.

"Before I begin our last dance for tonight, I wanted to express my deepest gratitude to our king."

Conversation slowed to a halt.

"Altai, I remember the sunrise that carried you to my camp. It was strange at first, seeing so many of my kin follow you. At first, I thought they were delusional, until they spoke. They told me of your vision, how you'd transform our lives, all without sacrificing who we are. You've brought an end to starvation, ended wars between us, and instilled the idea of a greater plan."

Garr's head lowered, remaining in his seat.

"It is safe to say that our goddess brought you to us as a gift, for that vision came true. You have my sincerest bow, my king. May your reign last long and proud."

While PoH had moved to the judges table, a sickness was welling in Garr's gut.

I shouldn't be praised, this spot...I shouldn't be here. Just gotta get through tonight, give the people what arsenal I can provide, then step down.

Sun Dancer

"Judges, introduce yourselves!"

PoH rose, his presence alone earning shouts of praise across aisles, his greeting basic and crisp. Renee jumped to her feet, loud and proudly calling out to Korrin, who shrunk to avoid being spotted. Lastly, a purple coat-clad Graye raised a hand, his face pale at all who set eyes on him.

Oran told me this was a good idea, he better pay me back for this! Maybe a back massage.

"Our first contest will be on makeup," an enthused Argo shouted, "just as a disclaimer, nobody will ever beat Godfree!"

"Wilt thou ever leave me in peace?!" Godfree groaned, "fabulous or not!"

"Never," she giggled, "okay! Come out on contestants!"

A dozen women stepped forward, the stage flooded quickly with red and white dresses. For Wick and Taiyama, appreciation was dispersed heartily and readily. Asuna in particular, however, held authority with her posture, exuding dignity with a dash of suggestion, lending a touch of vulnerability with each sway. Accentuating her thin face and hazel eyes, color emanated from a bright blush.

"Oh no," Haru shivered, "look at Leafa."

"I know," Wick frowned.

Leafa had gone under a spell of paralysis, her ample figure rigid as she stared up at the crowd. Her steps were soft, but cautious. While musculature was pronounced, her spine remained straight, neck unyielding as she forced poses. To add fire to her harvest, a proud blue dressed woman of tanned skin and enormous bust strode behind.

Flicking her wavy, light purple hair, she drew her hips out like weapons, her complexion clean as quartz. With ebony eyes sweeping around, a soft bend was all it took to express a mature form. All participants stopped beside their leading opponent, turning to face the crowd. As their last member held a pose, Argo whistled.

"Judges?"

"Wow," Renee sighed, "this is...tough."

"Excuse me," PoH nodded to who stood behind Leafa, "but may we have your name again?"

"Strea," she spoke, a French accent seeping through.

"Thank you."

PoH turned to both judges.

"Asuna or Strea? Those two had the most detail."

"I'd say Asuna," Graye shrugged, "Strea's got a little too much o' somethin'. Hm, but she does have good foundation."

"Same," Renee rubbed her eyes.

"I was thinking Strea," PoH smiled, "but fine."

Each judge spoke their key points, Leafa almost shivering as they spoke.

Oh come on, why couldn't they pass me a Kendo stick or something? I'd do that way better than this. How does anyone move in this anyway? This is so terrifying!

"And the winner is...Asuna! Remember folks, five minute break!"

"Called it," Lisbeth clapped.

"Poor Leafa," Haru adjusted her seat.

Lisbeth slowed, her eyes catching on.

"Oh, yikes. Wick, message her."

"Why?" Wick looked.

"She needs encouragement, look at her."

"But the contest is on."

"They get a five minute break," Haru whispered, "in fact, go talk to her."

"uh okay!" Wick hurried out of his seat.

"How do you know that?" Taiyama said.

"Cause they said it after announcing the winner," Haru blinked.

"Ooh. Sorry, I'm just a bit distracted, having Lis, you in front of me."

"Don't even think about it," Haru growled.

Tauran stopped Wick as he approached, Argo slipping in beside them.

"Dude, no one likes a peeping tom!"

"But I'm a friend of Leafa's," Wick sweated, "I'm not like that."

"What's your name?"

"Wick."

"Let's see if you are."

Argo disappeared, leaving Wick under Tauran observation. Sitting back, Lisbeth glanced to Haru.

"What?" Haru grimaced.

"Pretty boss what you did there," Lis smiled with a shrug, "I'm not complaining."

"I'm sorry, it slipped out."

"Nah, nah, it's cool. Really."

"Oh," Haru slowly eased, "okay."

"I love a little sass," Lisbeth laid back, "could never do it myself."

Gazing back at an empty stage, the corners of Haru's lips rose. Wick's claim was verified seconds later, allowing him entrance to backstage. Rushing to Leafa's side, he found a figure of greater similarity to mannequins than a human being, stiff in her seat, eyes down.

"Hey, you okay?"

"I shouldn't be here," she said blankly, "this was a bad idea."

"How?" Wick bent legs in front of her, "are you saying you're not good enough?"

"No, I'm just completely outmatched. I'd be fine if this was Kendo, but this? Showing off my body?"

While Leafa wasn't crying, her eyes wandered frequently.

"Wanna go?" Wick frowned.

"Huh?"

"You said you're out of your element, why waste time then?"

"But that'd be quitting," she straightened, "only cowards quit."

"This isn't a fight," Wick stood his ground, "I mean...it is in a way, but shouldn't you be using that energy in something you know how to handle?"

Leafa stared off at the floor, a glare developing.

"I..."

"Get ready girls!" Argo passed through, "Wick, time."

"Alright," Wick bowed his head before waving to Leafa, "rooting for you, either way."

Watching him distance, Leafa's eyes dilated.

"You're not gonna be a waste of time, not like your brother. Quitting will not be in your dictionary. Understand?"

"Yes, father."

Sun Dancer

"Not to delay certain hormones, but our next match up will be questions!"

"Boo!" one guy joked, "no smart girls!"

"Yeah!" Another laughed, "cause then who'll marry us?"

Many chuckled, leaving an otherwise peaceful gathering as Argo approached a seated line of contestants.

"Thank you," Argo laughed, "you guys are awesome. Alright, first question!" Argo raised a hand, "what's one lesson you learned as a child that affects you today?"

All contestants entered cognitive stasis, though Asuna perked first, raising her hand.

"Yes?"

"I took my mother's car keys once," Asuna blushed, "I was six and thought the red button was cool."

"So?"

"It was two in the morning," Asuna buried her face, "my mother took me aside. She told me that if I wanted to play with things I didn't understand, I was being irresponsible."

"Responsibility then," Argo nodded, "nice. Stay away from my car keys."

Strea raised her hand next, Argo sliding over.

"What'd ya got?" Argo smiled.

"It's really simple," Strea bowed her head, "it happened when I was...I'd say eight? I was in this spelling bee, believe it or not."

"Ooh, you hear that guys?" Argo motioned, "this girl's smart!"

"No!" a few playfully jeered.

"It was the final word," Strea brushed hair back, "at the time, I told myself my opponent couldn't win. In my head, they couldn't match me at my peak. Yea, look who's embarrassed now."

Audience members laughed, Strea nodding with a soft wave.

"Arrogance," she said, "taught the hard way."

"Fantastic," Argo cheered, "next?"

Leafa shot her hand up, Argo slipping up beside her. Given an opening, Leafa bit her lip, lungs clenching against ribs as eyes set on her.

Just...say it.

"I...I was four."

"Say that again, a little louder for us?"

"I was ten," Leafa said with a redder face, "I was being taught Kendo by my father, no my cousin and I were being taught."

"Oo," Argo shook hips, "got a Samurai, boys!"

A few whistled in response, but otherwise let her continue.

"My cousin asked to quit one day, that he found a greater passion for computers. My father refused. He..."

While silence was all the audience could hear, a wooden crack rippled throughout Leafa's synapses, a brief jerk in her seat earning raised eyebrows from Argo.

"Hey, you oka-"

"I promised my father I'd fulfill that dream," Leafa raised her chin, "for my cousin and him. I couldn't let it die, not when I could make it...real. Self Sacrifice, that's...what it taught me."

Like the others, people clapped as her hand fell, but Garr stared long. His fingers gripped wooden corners, his chair creaking softly.

The judges will make their vote, but she has mine. I'd make an idol out her, much as she hates my guts. We need heroes if we're gonna get outta this mess, people willing to give everything they've got. Respect, Leafa.

"Alright judges," Argo spun to face them, "Do you have a verdict?"

"I'll start," PoH laughed, "Strea, you've got a lot of charm. You all do. Yours though struck me so true. Arrogance is never good."

"Asuna," Graye face-palmed, "I loved my Dad's car-keys when I was little too. I'd keep pushing buttons just to hear the sound. Then I dropped it in a puddle."

"Strea," Renee kicked her hair back, "you're a smart lass, I vote for ya."

Two judges picked Strea, leaving Asuna with a single vote and Leafa with none. Watching from mid-row, Haru groaned softly.

"I think Altai could've picked judges better, he picked only Westerners."

"Aye," Lis nodded, "I've noticed."

"You'd think with all the native Japanese around, he'd pick at least one. But no, he's gotta pick the ones like him."

Haru rambled on, Lisbeth nodding and confirming her statements as they flung.

I understand both sides here, Aid was simply trying to pick people he found charismatic. But maybe he could've gone to town for a few? Maybe more judges? Haru's a bit harsh, but I get her concern.

Argo rushed to center-stage, raising two fingers.

"If you're given authority to change something here, what would it be?"

Leafa raised a hand first, prompting a swift interception.

"I'd...bring democracy. Everyone's equal, so why not?"

"Ooh, big goal!" Argo smiled, "excellent!"

While many clapped loudly, Garr rolled his eyes.

When you want the stupid to make decisions for you, pick a true democracy. They always end in dictatorships, that's why the republic is the best model. The last thing anyone wants are trend-ers writing immortal laws for everyone else to deal with, all cause of feelings. That's...that's why I haven't done it, right?

Asuna rose second, Strea almost matching her in timing.

"I'd make a national ice cream day," Asuna squeaked intentionally, "ice cream makes everyone happy, right?"

"Quit now," Argo said, "you'll get people thinking."

Laughter escaped, with Strea next in line right away.

"I'd make room for an art gallery in town, somewhere people can display and sell their work."

"Oh I dig it," Argo smiled, "alright folks, got another question after this. Judges?"

Bathing attire of custom style were brought forward, earning hungry looks from many onlookers. While busts large and small were equally desired, it was Asuna who would find a tiara placed on her head. Contestants left and right returned to casual clothing, Argo again taking center stage.

"Last before we begin the great feast, archery competition, and King Match, let's bring out our volunteer singers!"

"Haru," Lisbeth nudged, "let's go."

"oh god no," Haru shivered, the blacksmith taking her by the arm.

Returning to their respective row, Leafa followed a crowned Asuna up stairs.

"You did great, Asuna. I didn't even score close."

"I wouldn't take it deeply," Asuna sighed, "I've done these pageants many times."

"It shows," Leafa smiled, "isn't it great though? Being so beautiful?"

"If I said no, would you hold it against me?"

Leafa stared briefly, Asuna's answer repeating.

"I'd never," Leafa blinked, "but...why not?"

"After doing something so many times, it starts to drag on you if you don't love it."

Leafa's fingers stroked her cheek, looking towards thousands as they cheered over Asuna's victory.

Doesn't she know how lucky she is? Not everyone gets to look as good.

Asuna stared straight ahead, a plastic smile worn like a mask as she filed past hundreds.

Don't you know how lucky you are, Leafa? To be able to just be you, without shame.

Lisbeth and Haru congratulated both participants as they passed, Leafa coiling from praise. Watching them all from two seats, Taiyama and Wick laid back.

"Bro, what's something you'd wanna change about this place?"

Wick glanced briefly, nestling his head back.

"Not much."

"Seriously? Nothing?"

"I appreciate what I have," Wick smiled, "might not be home, but what do I need? I'm safe, I get good food, nobody's really telling me what to do. I've got many caring friends, I can live like this."

"Hm," Tai tossed his head back, "tell you what, things are gonna get better."

"What're you thinking?"

"I'm not thinking, Wick. I'm doing."

Behind curtains, two singers sat, Lisbeth beside Haru, rubbing hands on her shoulders.

"Think about us," Lisbeth smiled, "know we'll cheer you no matter what."

"What if I fail?" Haru trembled, "oh wait, we'll head back."

Beside them, a girl with a white feathered hat and single pigtail waited. Solemn, her brown eyes set on Haru.

"Can we sing together?" she spoke softly, "I'm...not interested in competing."

"Can we?" Haru looked to Lis.

"Not sure," Lis turned to find Argo, "gimmie a minute."

Left to themselves, Haru and her would be opponent turned to each other.

"I thought this was a competition," Haru said, "but if we can team up, I wouldn't feel too scared."

"Let's hope then," she smiled, "what's your name?"

"Haru, I'm...not that good honestly, this was my friend's idea."

"Ah," she nodded.

A gloominess emanated from her opponent, cooling Haru with its grounded aura.

"Are you sad?"

"Mm, I wouldn't say that."

Lisbeth filed inside with a bounce in her step.

"Argo said you can," Lis cheered, "you gotta pick three songs though, apparently Illfang's still finishing up meals."

"You mean that Kobold?" Haru looked, "who trusted him with making us food?"

"Altai promised Illfang would serve us well, he is in charge of them after all."

"Still...kinda weird having a Floor Boss making food for us."

"Ladies and keks!"

"What's a kek?" Haru blinked.

"Doesn't matter," Lisbeth motioned, "it's time!"

Both Haru and her partner stepped forward, passing through a fabric of rough, wiry fibers. Faced with innumerable eyes, Haru's feet clung, the latter approaching with quiet steps. She stepped forward, her eyes sweeping high and low, her hands cupped as silence returned.

"Alright ladies!" Argo slid beside them, "anything you'd like to say before we begin?"

"Only one," Haru's partner bowed her head, her hat hiding eyes before she took it off.

Her mood reached out like a tree's roots, a gentleness maintained as her feet neared the stage's end.

"It's been eleven days since I promised to sing for you all. I'm sorry if what I say comes off coarse, but...I'm struggling. My heart hurts, waking up every morning since that day, my boyfriend nowhere to be found."

Haru's heart froze, translation concise. For Garr, a lowering of his head was followed by a rubbing of eyes.

"What's wrong, my friend?" PoH smiled.

"Nautilus, the one I promised to bring home. Please, tell me we're close to that?"

"You already know that answer, my king."

Sharp teeth clenched tight, muscles peaking out of cheeks as Yuna prepared a microphone.

"Nat, I dedicate these songs to you, even if it you can't hear it tonight. And to all the missing souls out there...you're not alone. We'll find you, we'll help you get home, cause that's what we do."

Haru stepped forward, a similar device gripped between opposing thumbs.

This is bigger than me, we have to make things brighter.

While cheery songs were selected by both participants, a bitter-sweetness was inescapable by either them or their audience. Through highs and lows, solos and duets, Haru's voice carried far, haunting listeners with its depth of pitch. Asuna's smile grew as time elapsed.

"She's so good," Asuna said.

"Wick wasn't kidding," Lis blinked, "wish I could sing that well."

Wick swayed gently, drawing away what he witnessed from afar.

Her snowy hair sweeps across, like a dancer from a winter fantasy, her voice a coming spring. Beneath an icy surface, a hearth brims with dry wood and kindle, comforting in any winter's night.

Taiyama rapped fingers, catching sight of a dueling ring, Tauran hauling it inside. While others sighed to an enchanting duet, nothing would distract him, cracking his knuckles ready. With a final word dispersing, standing ovations were ubiquitous, many losing sight of center stage from sheer numbers. No winner was declared, as its previously planned arrangements were obfuscated. Rising from his seat, the boxer stepped with shoulders wide.

Sun Dancer

-Garr

I had to get Nautilus back to her, if noly I could gather ore faster. My enemies weren't natural, I had to play a different strategy. Working with Kirito and Rika, I've had to return my stationed [Krigsinn] to be melted, lest those who attacked Kirito found anything connecting to her. As much as I wanted to cherish her creations, we had to keep low profiles. Whoever these Ministry of Steam Security pricks were, I had to be careful. Sitting by, I watched as people ate Kobold cuisine, a surprisingly mushroom heavy diet.

"Ooh!" I heard Argo shout, "someone's challenging the king to a fight!"

"Dumbass," PoH chuckled, "remind them why you're in charge."

Smiling, I proceeded down from my seat to our temporary ring. Sure it was patterned after a boxing ring, figured Taiyama might like it. Reaching for its flexible, plant based bars, a smug faced Oran waited across from me.

"What're you smiling about?" I grinned.

"Nothin'," he raised hands forward, index fingers extended, "just gonna make it clear, this isn't a fist fight."

"Then why the hands?"

"It's a tickle match."

Every blood cell rushed to my cheeks, was he...no.

"Did Lis?"

"Yup."

Taking a deep breath, lips pressed as I accepted Oran's request, wondering why Heathcliff for the fracking life of him put this as a duel option. Seriously, [Tickle-Match]?! Long story short, it was not fun. Oran had fingers I'd compare to cushioned tasers, his great height making it borderline impossible for me to reach back, not without him using long-ass arms. I hated Rika during this entire fight, knowing exactly how to break me down.

"Ten!" Asterius raised a hoof, "Altai's out!"

"Bleh," I grunted, Oran getting off me.

"So much salt," Oran joked, "goofin', mate."

I smiled, accepting his hand up, though stepped back before he could reach again. God, was still twitching a bit. Like a jackal on crack, Argo was damn quick to approach.

"So what did he win, Altai?" Argo narrowed her eyes, showing off her hips.

"He actually didn't ask for anything," I laughed, "apparently trolling me was enough for him."

"Nyahaha!" she brushed her hair.

"Too bad that'll be the least of your worries, Garr."

My brow furrowed softly, his tone angry, dark. Turning, a glaring Taiyama pointed a finger on approach.

"Did I do something?" I softened my expression.

"Enough to get what's coming," he snarled, "and for everything you took from me? I want all the shit you have."

"I took something from you?" I winced, his towering figure stomping towards me, "dude, let's slow this down."

"No, we're having this fight. Cause I'll be honest, your girl? And don't fucking act like you're single again! Your girl?" he pointed a crooked finger to himself, "she likes me, white boy. She enjoys this hot bod every night."

He was toying with Rika? No, this had to be bullshit.

"Dude," I splayed open palms, "what got you here? I've been giving you advice, I've protected you, what did I take?"

He lunged, grabbing my shirt, Tauran roaring angrily before I forced them to stop.

"I took her, bitch. As great as her pussy feels, I want more. One match, your throne."

How fracking dare he, after everything I've done, all of this on some flight of emotion. I've given sweat, tears, and blood for this place, protected everyone within to my best ability. Taiyama swept into the ring, staring coldly at me as he waited. Argo looked with wide eyes as I passed, heading up to join him.

"You want it all so bad," I growled, "you're willing to throw me aside for it?"

"At least I never cheat."

"Like Miakane?" I glared.

"I couldn't let you be her hero," he paced back and forth, "not a psych-job like you. Your little game ends here."

"Yeah," I popped knuckles, "but only if I get something worthwhile. Your ass alone isn't worth the beating."

"Ask away, you're never getting it."

"Alright, I'll take Asuna...to serve as my general."

My answer left him shivering, as intended. Asuna was nothing of pleasurable fancy to me, she was Rika's friend, ultimately one I hoped I could be a friend for. If I could drive Tai to an emotional position, however, [Aries] would handle the rest. Readying a Zweihander, I cycled for [First Strike].

"No," Taiyama wagged a finger, "we handle this like men, fists bitch."

Snorting, I relinquished my tool. This was sub-optimal, I had to break distance or be pummeled. [Half Loss] was selected, he wanted this painful. Our counter ticked down, fifteen seconds of cheek biting dread, my fists raised to protect my jaw.

[From Lisbeth: Kick his ass, hun]

He had it coming either way, whether the gong told me or not, this was my land. Hearing metal ring, I lunged hard forward, a straight punch my first choice. Tai raised wrists as a shield, knuckles crushing against lean muscle with dramatic recoil as he absorbed, leg buckling slightly.

"Fuck!" he flinched.

Tried making another strike, but Taiyama stepped aside, making no effort to attack.

"Gonna run now!?"

I followed with a grab, reaching for an elbow, exciting him into shoving me back, cursing as I clamped down. I veered for a slugging of his right thigh, only to be whipped away by desperate throws of Tai's entire body. My back met platform, only to return to heels a second after, my enemy waiting with a lightning fast right hook.

My cheekbone absorbed hardened knuckle, his skin rough with abuse, sending my vertebrae craning right.

[HP: 94%]

Bending down in recoil I launched for a stomach strike, throwing forward as Tai fell back. All I hit was air, my fist stopping a foot away from his agile frame, who dove back not a moment after. Elbows racked back and forth, fists firing at a squad automatic weapon's speed, only to be held off by a spearing front kick.

My heel diving forward held Tai at bay, desperate to protect his ribs, buying me a moment to swipe a distant punch, throwing myself into his center of gravity. I swept my right low and left, hooking his knee over a bicep, lobbing Tai off his feet with a single lift.

Tai cried out as his back slammed against flexing floor, wriggling as I grabbed him by collar and pants, bending knees as his mass eclipsed my shoulders. With arms shaking with energy, I dropped him again, the floor clapping as his tall frame rattled.

"What do you even weigh?" I growled, "one seventy?!"

He jumped to his feet, bending briefly with pain in his eyes. Forearms pressed together, my opponent resorting to his wall for protection, hopping like a bunny back and forth.

"Pussy," I growled.

"You don't know shit about me."

Sending another hard fist forward, Taiyama's left forearm gave way, only to lock and bend it between wrists. Caught between fleshy jaws, I yanked back only to be tugged forward, his right elbow pile-driving into my throat. Eyes watered as bone crushed my pipe, a cough and suffocating sensation seizing me beyond ability to focus, sending a left fist flying in a fit of anger.

Taiyama whipped around, dragging me by my snared right, letting my left abuse hot air. Weaving himself behind me, he swapped grips before levering my humerus like a crowbar. Fighting it as much as I tried, it was a loud pop in my ear and a tearing sensation rendering me inert, crying out as my right arm hanged outside its socket.

[HP: 73%]
[You have lost function in your right arm!]

Gripping my sagging right, a set of knuckles struck above my stomach, bone driving between ribs as they compressed my solar plexus. Air ejected out my lungs, its primary muscle for breathing collapsed, my collapse helpless as my cheek met platform again. All I could do was find breath, my mind lost in such a primal pursuit, for air I once took for granted. Something gripped my shirt collar, breathing down my face.

"You will never touch my Asuna again."

I was dropped, only to be compressed by a hard round surface, my brain sent spinning by a rock and a dense floor. It struck again, my teeth shattering in my mouth, erupting every nerve in them into a shower of lightning hot stings. Spitting frags and gasping for breath, my nails clawed about.

Sharp fragments scratched my tongue as a third salvo arrived, people screaming as another pop escaped. My jaw stopped opening, bent sideways as a migraine capable of killing grew, details fading from my eyes as another strike occurred. My world shrank to a paper's depth, pain caging me to choked coughs and cries.

"Mate, stop! You're killing him!"

"That's no way to talk to your boss, you wanna be next?"

"He's done, let him go!"

"Order!"

Something grabbed my hand, tugging me away gently.

"Mate, can you hear me?"

I groaned a little, was all I could muster.

"Graye!"

"Garr, take your stinking carcass out of my palace. Oh, and as new king? You're gone, I am exiling your bitch ass before you even think of taking it back."

A shoulder got under my right, prompting a sharp yelp from me.

"Shite, his arm."

"I can make a cast, but we gotta go."

"Let me help, I know what he needs."

[Scissor Kelp], think of a Venus Flytrap for fish. Don't worry, these plants individually won't be a serious threat to you. Their skin may be photo-synthesizing, but their leaves are where they get most nutrients. Each leaf is clover shaped, its bait is two stepped.

They attract the food of smaller fish, bringing said smaller fish to consume. What makes it interesting though, is the fact the fish enters a drugged state. Once done, they are used as bait for larger fish.

Fun world, am I right?

-Argo, The Beta Tester's Survival Guide. January 18th, 2023

A/N: Long live the king.

Hey guys, just a heads up! With college starting up, I'm gonna have to warn that my time for writing will be limited. I will continue, but will post more according to whether a chapter is ready, rather than any specific schedule.

Reviews as always are highly desired!

See you soon!