Godspeed Mode Three. The Mind’s Eye at the tip of the moment. And the world’s strongest sword. With such power, it’s no exaggeration to say I stand at the apex of this world’s creatures.
I unceremoniously sliced Priscilla. I slashed up from her left leg, circling to her left shoulder, then continued around from her right shoulder to her right leg. There was no way she could keep up with my sword speed.
“Y-you…”
Priscilla, who had circled around to face me, tried to utter a complaint. I admit her spirit, but as the creator of the goddess, I paid no heed. My Godspeed showed no mercy from her head to her feet.
Priscilla felt terror from the fearsome sword. “Was Michael this strong?” she thought. She was completely outmatched, unable to even follow with her eyes, nor was she allowed to wield her Halberd.
I was satisfied with a perfect victory. Before my overwhelming slashes, Priscilla, without a scratch, reached the sublime state of “Chikoe.”
This sword is amazing; it seems to cut just by touching it. With my usual sword, it would cut along the blade, but with this one, I can change the angle mid-cut.
The Laser blade truly is different. It’s close to burning and cutting, but it was good that I didn’t have to worry about scorching. This way, I tore only her clothes, leaving Priscilla unscathed, and brought her to a sublime existence. Chikoe really is great.
“You bastard, you’ve gone too far!?”
“It’s just the beginning, Priscilla. Chikoe isn’t over in one go. For now, I’m just lightly cutting your whole body. I’d like a few more slashes in your Leather Armor. And shall we reveal your navel?”
I was sufficiently satisfied with the first stage of Chikoe. It was splendid from every angle. I didn’t cut deeply, but I unnecessarily circled around Priscilla.
“Priscilla, I won’t forgive you even if you give up.”
To further elevate Priscilla’s beauty, I swung my sword in Mode Three. In the first stage, I didn’t make any large cuts.
The first stage was about creating small incisions with fine slashes, and then savoring the beauty of the exposed skin. In the second stage, I widened those incisions to expose more skin.
This is where my combat experience comes into play. I have taken hundreds of heads and even defeated Giants. I poured my entire being into my sword and elevated it to the second stage.
Priscilla could do nothing before my overwhelming power. Thanks to that, she was easy to cut, and I was satisfied. I made bold slits in her legs, making one quite short, but cutting the inner thighs was difficult.
My arms are still untouched. I made some slashes, but I made sure to expose her shoulders. Making a vertical cut under her arm was tough, but it was nothing for the sake of a sublime existence.
I considered adding a heart-shaped cut to her chest, but I stopped, fearing the Leather Armor might scorch. Instead, I swung my sword with all my might to reveal her lower breasts. Then I had trouble with how to show her navel.
If I cut it horizontally, it would be the same kind of cut as for her lower breasts. It takes care to make the same kind of cut on the same plane. A vertical cut is fine, but a horizontal one feels like it stops the flow.
Vertical, horizontal, diagonal—every cut, I focused all my nerves on making Priscilla a sublime Chikoe existence. I live this day for that purpose.
However, humans must sometimes stop and think. They look back at the past and connect their hopes to the future. That’s why I, too, must think. Why was Priscilla wearing undergarments?
I realized it when I made a V-shaped cut on her back. An unfamiliar white string was visible there. At first, I didn’t understand and thought it was an annoying string.
When I saw the knot in the middle of the string around her back, I finally remembered a summer memory. We had swimwear, and though she called them undergarments, Priscilla had a micro-bikini on.
I must think about what to do with this micro-bikini. “What to do?” Seventy percent of men probably wouldn’t care, but in our Chikoe Association, this matter is divided and undecided.
In short, is wearing swimwear under Chikoe “yes” or “no”? Proponents argue that the Chikoe outfit is important, and using swimwear for the parts that should be hidden is not a problem.
As a dissenter, I find that laughable. For me, wearing swimwear is fine, but it shouldn’t be visible. In the first place, Chikoe requires imagination and fantasy. Combining it with something that is complete on its own, like swimwear, is the worst.
Swimwear, to me, is the ultimate. No other clothing combines design and exposure to such a degree. Therefore, the coexistence of sublime and ultimate cannot be established.
Thus, I am now forced to make two choices. One, to preserve Priscilla as a sublime existence in her current state, and to uphold the path of Chikoe by tearing only the undergarments beneath her clothes. The other is to tear away her clothes and have her become the ultimate Priscilla in a micro-bikini.
I hesitate… People who talk grandly about stopping and thinking are only those with the luxury to do so. I don’t have that luxury as I evade Halberds.
My stamina and mental strength are nearing their limit as I suppress Priscilla’s rage with Mode Three and Mind’s Eye. I don’t have time to hesitate, but which should I choose: sublime or ultimate?
“G-get lost!”
No matter how much she roars in anger, I don’t have the余裕 to pay attention to such things. My mind is a mess of sublime and ultimate clashing, becoming utterly chaotic.
“Wait a minute!”
You’re so loud, Priscilla! Can’t you see I’m busy? I’m busy with the bloody conflict between sublime and ultimate. This is a matter of great importance, affecting half of humanity’s gender.
If I can’t find an answer, humanity has no tomorrow. I am approaching this with a profound sense of mission, and yet, Priscilla… I wish she would have a little more self-awareness as a goddess.
“You want me to wait, you bastard!”
Also, foul language is unacceptable. I mean no offense, but women really should mind their words and manners a bit more.
But that was the end. Priscilla transformed into a golden Lycanthrope. The clothes and armor I had torn for Chikoe were now nothing but scraps.
“That’s not how it should be!”
What have I been living for? What have I endured hellish battles and sad farewells for? I pushed myself, thinking it was all for this day!
I like Priscilla. Even if she’s a Lycanthrope, that doesn’t change. I don’t mind her being a Lycanthrope.
But what about the hopes of all men?! If this is the end, what will I tell them? The demand for a naked Lycanthrope is less than one percent of men exiting the east exit of Akihabara Station…
Ah, no… As I saw the Lycanthrope standing there, I realized it. There’s no turning back…
“I won’t forgive you even if you give up!”
It’s no use… She has no clothes on… My ideal goddess is no longer here. Can she not become the sublime existence I aimed for…?
I despaired of everything. Tears streamed down my face as I collapsed to my knees. I had tried so hard… but the sublime Priscilla I sought was no longer there.
The sound of all men’s hopes, desires, longings, and ambitions shattering was the same as the sound of my jaw breaking.
