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>I can’t believe I’m about to start my final year of high school. It’s crazy how time has flown so quickly. It almost seems yesterday I was gazing up at the school gates, wondering what the hell we had gotten ourselves into. I promise I’ll work hard in all my studies and take advantage of any opportunities that come my way. That’s what Airi is basically doing, anyway. If I don’t shape up she’s going to start complaining again.

>As for what I did today…well, I fought a giant fire-breathing monster chicken!

...

HAHA

TIME TO GET OUR HEARTS BROKEN BY THORN

AGAIN

;_;

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You wish you were kidding. Reality states otherwise.

You are, at present, staring down a giant fire-breathing monster chicken. It’s as big as a freight truck. It’s tall enough to rival a giraffe. An aura of fire, an orange coat of heat and pain, coats its milky-brown plumage. Its mere presence is enough to set alight the space you are in, which appears to be a standard fast food join viewed through the eyes of a drug addict. Somewhere in the distance, a whole heap of plastic goods are doused in flame and foul, black poisonous smoke fills the air.

You gape at the sight. Slowly, the giant chicken gazes back at you. There is unspoken murder within those eyes. It opens its beak and screams, a wail so shrill it threatens to break glass. It then takes a step forwards you. The ground quails beneath its weight.

Sweat is dripping from the sides of your head. Now that you have been caught up to speed with the situation, what will you do?

>Fight the giant chicken, because you are obviously qualified for this.
>Attempt to negotiate with the giant chicken. It should be reasonable, right?
>Agree with every nerve in your body and run away.
>Stand and gaze at awe in the giant chicken. Doesn’t it look majestic?
>Custom option.

How long will it take until Thorn drops the quest this time? MAKE YOUR BETS!
>Fight the giant chicken, because you are obviously qualified for this.

>>638737
>Custom option.
Tame the creature

>>638737
>Custom option.
Seduce the chicken

>>638737
>Stand and gaze at awe in the giant chicken. Doesn’t it look majestic?

>>638737
Man. That is one big black cock.

>Fight the giant chicken, because you are obviously qualified for this.

>>638737
>>Agree with every nerve in your body and run away.
fuck all this shit

>>638737
>Fight the giant chicken, because you are obviously qualified for this.

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>Fight the giant chicken, because you are obviously qualified for this.

HAHA TIME FOR ANIME

>>638737
>Fight the giant chicken, because you are obviously qualified for this.
the option wouldn't be there if it was impossible!

Glad to have you back, Thorn

>>638737
>>Agree with every nerve in your body and run away.
Off to a good start.

>>638737
>>Agree with every nerve in your body and run away.

>>638737
>Attempt to negotiate with the giant chicken. It should be reasonable, right?

>>638737
>Agree with every nerve in your body and run away.

Reminder that law>chaos>neutral

>>638737
>Custom option
Tame the creature

Obviously we need a cute animal sidekick. Once we defeat this guy, it'll shrink down into a Chibi Version of itself that we can use as a lighter!

>>638737
>Stand and gaze at awe in the giant chicken. Doesn’t it look majestic?

>>638737
>Fight it.
Murder!

>>638761
Reminder Celeste is best girl.

>>638741
>>638764
These guys have the right idea.

>>638737
>>Fight the giant chicken, because you are obviously qualified for this.

>>638772
You are objectively worng

>>638741
I'll give this a second

>>638772
You are objectively right.

>>638783
Hi Kaz

Votes will be called at around ten minutes after posting. It's same system as P2129, really.

Writing now...

>>638772
>Not the borderline autistic hacker sociopath with huge tits.
How's it feel to live with shit taste?

>>638772
AkikazuXTakashi best ship 2k16

>>638772
>>638783
>>638789
>>638794
>>638797
>>638798
But guys, Kaede is best girl.

Sensei was the best girl with Aria being a close second
>>638796
>It's same system as P2129, really.
Quest confirmed as dropped in the future

Why does this have so many players?
Why am I excited?

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Obviously pic related is best waifu

>>638812
Famous QM with an established playerbase. Be aware that he dropped both of his previous quests

>>638797
>huge tits
all my yes

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>>Fight the giant chicken, because you are obviously qualified for this.

That last part is of dubious validity, but okay. Before you take out a weapon, the chicken extends its beak open. It spits out a ball of fire straight in your direction. You curse loudly and dive to the right, placing yourself behind a set of garbage cans. You look over at the spot where you were and get the sight of a nasty, blackened scorch mark for your trouble. You gulp.

The chicken then opens its mouth again.

“MGRONALDS!” It screams, in a voice that sounds like the median of every generic fantasy movie villain in existence.

“Holy shit,” You mutter to yourself, “It can talk!”

You then realize what it had exactly said, and stare.

“TEXAS FRIED CHICKEN!” The chicken warbles, shouting to you and the burning furniture. “HUNGRY JILL’S! METRO SANDWICHES!” Enraged, it slams its feet on the ground, detaching a couple of ceiling lights into a heap of broken glass.

“THE NAMES OF THOSE HUMAN FAST FOOD CHAINS…THEY FILL ME WITH SHEER, PASSIONATE RAGE!”

This is a bad day or a seriously awful dream, you think to yourself. The unfortunate truth is, it’s both at once.

Our fighting style should be Pro-Wrestling moves

>>638797
I imagine you would know.

>>638834
It's so nice of you to put sir yelling bird in your story Thorn

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>>638834
This opening reminds me of One Punch Man's first episode

>>638850
I always thought Sir Yellingbird was one of those birds that hung its prey by their necks. Whatchamcallits, shrikes?

>>638865
didn't shrikes impale small animals on pointy things like branches and barbed wire let it die then eat it?

>>638849
I expect smut between our protag and our first female harem member at the end of this thread.

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“HUMAN!” Oh, it’s talking to you. You can tell by the cone of heat radiating from its beady eyes, threatening to ignite your tracksuit. “ARE YOU AWARE OF WHO I AM?”

“No…” You reply, more to yourself than anything. Nevertheless, the giant fire breathing chicken hears it.

“I AM A THE SPIRIT OF ALL CHICKENS WHO HAVE SUFFERED AT THE HANDS OF FAST-FOOD CORPORATIONS!”

“Oh my god…”

“AND YOU! YOU, HUMAN BOY, WHO DINED ON A BAZINGER SPICY BURGER BOX WITH THE HUMAN GIRL AT TEXAS FRIED CHICKEN LAST NIGHT, SHALL SUFFER MY RIGHTEOUS WRATH! SUFFER THE COMBINED PAIN OF MILLIONS OF TORTURED CHICKENS!”

It flaps its wings and a small inferno rushes towards you. Gritting your teeth, you leap out from your position and make a mad dash towards the serving counter. Pillars of fire, leaping from the ground like the products of burst fire hydrants, threaten to sear you into ashes. Your soles are melting. Embers trail on the tips of hair strands. This is going to result in a lot of time at the clothes shop with your sister; therefore, it kinda pisses you off.

You duck behind the counter and rush towards the chicken. A fireball grazes past you and hits a cash register. It falls to the ground in a heap of goop.

“FACE ME, COWARD! I KNOW THAT HUMANS ARE WEAK CREATURES THAT ENJOY TORTURING POOR DEFENSELESS BIRDS, BUT AT LEAST STAND YOUR GROUND WHEN YOU DIE!”

With your back up against a broken soda machine and no rescue in sight, you do what every adolescent Japanese boy would do in this situation: pull out a gun and aim it at the chicken.

[Choose your weapon]
>Pistol:
>Submachine gun.
>Shotgun.
>Assault rifle.
>Grenade launcher.

>>638880
>Pistol:
Go classy.

>>638880
>>Grenade launcher.
Listen
Rocket Jumping

>>638880
>>Grenade launcher.
mister collateral damage.

>>638880
>Bare Hands

>>638880
>>Shotgun.
Like a true man

>>638880
>>Shotgun.
>>BURGER ARE MADE OF COWS YOU FUCKING SHIT

>>638880
>Grenade launcher.
BOOM

>>638880
>Pistol

>>638880
>Katana

>>638880
>>Assault rifle.

>>638880
>Pistol

>>638880
>>Shotgun.
Is it wrong to be rooting for the chicken?

>>638880
>>Shotgun.

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>>638880
>>Grenade launcher.

>>638880
>Grenade launcher.

>>638895
You are aware you can get chicken burgers right?

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>>638830
My nigga

>>638849
>Wanting the pre diabetic
>Not wanting to live on the edge with your shadowrunning waifu
>Not wanting to teach Fumika how to open up to others
>Not wanting to fug[/] the sociopathy out of her with consensual sex in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation.
Wew lad

>>638880
Pistol. That way we can eat it later.

>>638880
>>Shotgun.

>>638880
>Shotgun

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>>638920

>>638920
Yah fucked up.

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Why does a Japanese boy have a gun, specifically a Remington Model 870 shotgun—one of the most common firearms in the world? That is a very good question, one that you can’t be bothered answering right now because the chicken is stomping towards you.

It looks at the shotgun in your hands and scoffs.

“YOU BELIEVE THAT TINY PIECE OF METAL WILL SAVE YOU? I HAVE BEST SPATULA, FORK AND FRYING GRILL! HUMANITY’S MACHINES ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO THE WRATH OF—”

You squeeze the trigger, ejecting buckshot.

>Roll d100 to fire with accuracy and precision.
>Best out of three.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>638934
Die chicken!

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>638934

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>638934

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>638934

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>638934

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>638934
Time to kill

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>638934
Nat 1

>>638936
Passable

>>638920
I missed you, too.

>>638964
Now listen here, you son of a bitch, it's good to shitpost and hopefully writefag with you again.

>>638970
When are you going to make an Aqua clone?

what is this i dont even

so sad i gotta go to sleep, cant wait to see what i wake up to

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>>638970

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The air in front of you seems to explode. A wave of metal pellets smash straight into the giant chicken’s torso, scattering meat and splattering blood. It howls and slams the side of the wall in its pain.

“THAT…THAT WAS A GUN! A GUN THAT IS USED BY HUMANS TO SHOOT DEADLY BULLETS! BULLETS!” The chicken repeats. “ONE OF MY MANY WEAKNESSES! HOW DID YOU KNOW?”

“They’re shotgun pellets…” You mutter to yourself as you pump the shotgun and fire again. Four fifths of the pellets strike the target this time. It’s good enough, you think to yourself. There is someone you know who would be unsatisfied with this result, but you don’t want to think about her right now. The sizzling of exposed chicken guts in the burning restaurant is helping.

“YOU… YOU DARE TO HARM ME!” The giant chicken roars. “I WAS GOING TO SHOW YOU MERCY HUMAN, BUT I’VE HAD IT UP TO NOW!”

It scrapes its feet against the ground and takes a bow. In an instant, the chicken is no longer on the opposite end of the restaurant. It’s actually several metres in front of you, about to ram your body with its burning flesh!

“Shit!” You pick yourself from your position and run like mad. Around the side, past the barricaded emergency exit and over the counter with a vault. Mere seconds later, the kitchen is consumed in a torrent of heat, melting metal into scrap and charring all the frozen fries. Something detonates, causing an explosion that sends shrapnel and plastic flying your way.

You take aim and fire into the chaos. No dice; the chicken emerges unharmed. The flames surrounding it are brighter and hotter than ever. The murderous feeling it’s radiating is like the suppressing fire of a light machine gun.

This could be…actually pretty bad for you. Damn toxic spirits and their completely insane mindsets!

“FOR YOU,” the chicken announces, summoning a particularly large wad of fire in its open beak “EATING A 20-BOX OF MGRONALDS CHICKEN NUGGETS MIGHT’VE BEEN A WEDNESDAY, BUT FOR US CHICKENS IT WAS THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF OUR LIIIIIVES!”

"That doesn't make any sense!" You yell. The words have no effect. The chicken is mere moments away from conjuring its biggest fireball yet.

Then the roof cracks and collapses on it.

>>638991
>toxic spirits
Are we in Shadowrun now?

>>638991
>FOR YOU
UUUU

>>638991
WORLD OF DEX

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You can only watch as the chicken’s head is buried beneath several kilograms of plaster, wood and…a scorched vending machine? Before you can process that last detail, a girl leaps down from the hole in the roof. Long brown hair, a black girls’ school uniform and a white scarf. In her hands is a curved blade, which is pinned straight through the head of what appears to be a smoldering, yellow chick. She yanks the blade out and the chick below her crumbles into dust.

“Onii-chan!” The girl, your sister, cries. “Are you alright?”

“Took you long enough, Airi!” You shout, smiling.

“Sorry, I was caught up by some familiars. They popped out of the walls and tried to surround me. Good thing I beat them all, huh?” She turns around and stares at the giant chicken, who is covered in dust and shaking its head. “Is that the boss chicken over there?”

“Get into cover first!” You snarl, dragging your sister over to the back of the restaurant, behind a row of plastic couches. “And yeah, you’re right. That’s the leader over there. We take it out and this whole toxic realm is going to disappear. Then this stupid job is over.”

Airi nods. “I understand. With the two of us together, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

You run a trembling hand through your hair. “It’s hardy, though. Probably got a lot of stamina. I fired at it twice with my shotgun and it’s still standing.”

“…you’re using the metal ammunition, right?”

“Yes! Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I use metal ammunition here?”

“Just checking!” Your sister exclaims. “So, um, what weapons do you have right now?”

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It’s a good question. You are carrying several weapons with you right now. They are all firearms, which is rather unusual for a kid your age. You also have their ammunition as well. It’s only due to your ‘magic art’ that you can carry all of them without them weighing down your back.

“Remington 870, Howa Type 89, M32A1.” You answer.

She stares at you, eyebrow raised. “Excuse me?”

You sigh. “A shotgun, an assault rifle and a grenade launcher. Sheesh, I thought I explained this to you. What do you have?”

“Just my blade and some throwing knives.” She replies, showing them for good measure. “My legs aren’t damaged, so I’m still pretty fast. What should we do, then?”

You consider this carefully.

>Shoot grenades at it and then rush forward in the resulting chaos.
>Fire your rifle at it and have Airi sneak around the back while the chicken is distracted.
>Stay at long range while Airi engages at close range.
>Just run up to the chicken and attack.
>Wait for the chicken to come at you.
>Wait, do you really have to kill the chicken?
>Custom option.

>>639071
>>Shoot grenades at it and then rush forward in the resulting chaos.

Keep everyone clear of the line of fire.

>>639071
>>Shoot grenades at it and then rush forward in the resulting chaos.

>>639071
>Fire your rifle at it and have Airi sneak around the back while the chicken is distracted.

>>639071
>>Fire your rifle at it and have Airi sneak around the back while the chicken is distracted.

>>639071
>>Shoot grenades at it and then rush forward in the resulting chaos.

>>639071
>Shoot grenades at it and then rush forward in the resulting chaos.
When in doubt: Explosives

>>639071
>>Fire your rifle at it and have Airi sneak around the back while the chicken is distracted.
Rifles are cool and this sounds reasonable.

>>639071
>Fire your rifle at it and have Airi sneak around the back while the chicken is distracted.

>>639071
>>Fire your rifle at it and have Airi sneak around the back while the chicken is distracted.

>>639071
>Shoot grenades at it and then rush forward in the resulting chaos.

>>639059
>white scarf
Are you sure?

>>639071
>Stay at long range while Airi engages at close range.

>>639105
It was meant to be a white ribbon...which actually isn't present in the image. Oh well...

Writing now...

>>639071
This is only reminding me of how terrible mekakucity actors was

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>>639129
I have waited until today just to post the final of these images for you.

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You equip your assault rifle. “Airi, I’m going to fire at it. While it’s distracted, you sneak around and slash it up.”

“I’ll aim for its vitals, then. It’s a good plan, onii—”

“YOU THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME, HUMAN? I KNOW YOU ARE BEHIND THOSE PLUSH SEATS OVER THERE. YOU HAVE BROUGHT ANOTHER HUMAN WITH YOU TOO!” It’s the damn giant chicken again. Airi points to herself and mouths the words ‘Me?’. You roll your eyes and shrug.

“THAT RED SCARF IS RATHER NICE, I HAVE TO ADMIT. BUT WHATEVER BONUSES THE GIRL GETS FROM THAT IS IMMEDIATELY REMOVED FROM THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SHE WILLINGLY ATE A CHICKEN BURGER AT HUNGRY JILL'S THREE DAYS AGO!”

“I don’t even like that sort of food…” Airi grumbles to herself.

"Then don't order it, dummy." You heave up your rifle and stare down the sights. “The sooner we get this over and done with, the sooner we can stop listening to this bastard.”

Airi steps over to the side of the cover. She takes a look, then motions with her hands. “I’m ready. Let’s go!”

“Ready when you are!” You reply back.

In an instant, Airi has drawn her blade. In another, she is gone. From your position, you see a blur of brown and blue, zipping between upturned tables and dancing between pillars of flame and waves of heat. The chicken hasn’t noticed her yet. It’s jerking its head left and right, bewildered at what’s going on.

You take aim and grab your finger around the trigger. The sights are locked at its chest. You really don’t want to mess this up!

>Roll d100 to fire a rifle.
>Best out of three.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>639178
Sorry.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>639178

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>639178

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>639178

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>639178
Rollin'

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>639178

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>639178

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You squeeze the trigger. Bullets come out of the end of your rifle, as expected. They hit the target like tiny missiles, tunneling into giant chicken’s flesh and squeezing out a blossom of blood from within. The chicken roars and directs its burning gaze towards you. You smirk.

“Come on, then!” You shout.

“DO YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH WE CHICKENS HAVE SUFFERED AT THE HANDS OF YOU HUMANS?” the beast shouts. A hail of gunfire is your reply. It storms towards you, kicking up trash and chairs. “CAN YOU COMPREHEND THE AMOUNT OF BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS WE HAVE WEPT FROM OUR BODIES?”

“You don’t have any fucking sweat glands!”

“IT WAS A METAPHOR. LIKE WHAT YOU ARE SO USED TO MAKING!” The monster vomits fire. The couches go out in a blaze of glory, but mostly burnt fabric. You are long gone before that happens.

“THERE WAS ONCE A YOUNG CHICK ON A FARM IN NAGOYA.” The giant chicken yells. “HIS NAME WAS DAVE. HE WAS JOYFUL AND BRIGHT. ALL OF THE OTHER CHICKS LOVED HIM. THEN HE WATCHED AS HIS MOTHER AND FATHER WERE CRUELLY SLAUGHTERED FOR THEIR MEAT AND FEATHERS. THE PAIN HE FELT WAS—”

“Nobody cares!” You yell. The chicken swerves to the side as you fire again. The bullets, having missed their target, striking a non-functioning display panel. Glass rains.

"I BEG TO DIFFER! AND IT IS BECAUSE OF DAVE'S DESPAIR, ALONG WITH MANY OTHERS, THAT I AM HERE TODAY!"

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a figure slide around the back of the chicken and make a mad dash for a table, one that has somehow survived the noise and chaos in here. It’s Airi! She runs towards it, jumps on the table and takes a running leap off it. Her blade is positioned above her head, her eyes staring daggers at the nape of the giant chicken’s neck. If she can make a good cut here, then it could conclude the battle instantly! All she needs to do is not screw up!

…you do trust your sister do not screw up, right?

>Roll d100 for Airi.
>Best out of three.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>639248

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>639248
ASSASSINATION

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>639248

>>639251
>>639252
>>639253
......way to screw up Sis. This is why you don't have a harem of guys yet.

>>639251
>>639252
>>639253
NO WE DONT TRUST HER

>>639252
>>639251
Alright we've got 44 and 55, lets see if we can't get the rest of the dubs by the end of the thread.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>639305
Check'em

>>639145
I know I've seen the series, but only thing I can remember was that computer chick was kinda cute.

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At the last second, the giant chicken turns around. Its eyes widen in horror. So do Airi’s, as she realizes that her cunning plan has failed. She slashes anyway. The metal blade draws a deep gash on the chicken’s reddened features. It’s nowhere near the killing blow, though. The chicken opens its beak. Fire envelops your sister.

“Airi!” You scream. “You bastard!” A storm of bullets reject themselves from your rifle. The chicken leaps to the side, evading them all. A glimmer of triumph is evident in its eyes.

“DOES IT HURT, HUMAN?” It crows. “SEE HOW THE HUMAN GIRL WAS EVAPORATED INTO ASHES. FEEL THE PAIN OF LOSING ONE CLOSE TO YOU—”

Several squishy noises resound through the space. All participants stop and look at the chicken’s side to see throwing daggers piercing into raw flash. Paper tags are attached to the ends. Intricate runes are scrawled on them with black ink that smells of gunpowder.

"WHAT--"

“Detonate.” Goes a feminine whisper, and the paper tags explode. The chicken is consumed in the blast and thrown towards a window. Its head smashes against a glass. The shards stab into its body. One, by sheer chance, digs itself deep into the neck. The chicken gurgles and begins to thrash about.

“Sorry, I messed up. A little burnt too…” Airi stumbles from a cloud of dust, wincing. Her uniform is in tatters. “I’m fine though, onii-chan. Don’t worry!”

“Be more careful next time!” You snap, grabbing her and hauling her back.

“I will, I will.” Airi affirms. She looks at the chicken. “Seems like it’s almost done, huh…”

“I’m not feeling sorry for it.” You grunt.

“I wasn’t about to say that. It did just try to kill us.” Airi says. “So, what do you want to do now?”

>Let’s finish the job.
>Offer it mercy in exchange to getting the hell out of here and never returning.
>Leave it and try to find an exit.
>See if there’s anything worth digging around here.
>Custom option.

>>639341
>>See if there’s anything worth digging around here.
My inner jew is guiding me

>>639341
>>Let’s finish the job.

>>639341
>>Let’s finish the job.

>>639341
>>>See if there’s anything worth digging around here.

>>639341
>>See if there’s anything worth digging around here.

>Let’s finish the job.

>>639341
>Let’s finish the job.

>>639341
>>Let’s finish the job.
Loud enough for the chicken to hear us, say "I don't know about you, but this job really made me hungry. How about we go to Texas Fried Chicken after this?"

>>639341
>>Let’s finish the job.

>>639341
>>See if there’s anything worth digging around here.
Is it irresponsible to tell imouto to finish the job we we go look for goodies?

>>639341
>Let’s finish the job.

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>>See if there’s anything worth digging around here.

“Onii-chan, what are you doing?”

“…looting for valuables.” You reply, peeking through upturned cash registers.

“Why would there be anything valuable here?” Airi says. “This is the manifestation of the grudge towards fast food chains.”

“You never know.”

She pouts. “Really, you should cut out that bad habit of yours. It’s not healthy…”

“Maybe you’ve got a stable income, but ammunition and new guns don’t grow on trees, alright?” You bark back.

Your looting is rewarded with a couple of crystals. Why there were crystals in a cash register is not a question you are not privy to answer. The spirit realm is illogical enough already. Thinking too hard about it might make your brain explode.

In any case, the crystals will pay for the ammunition you used up from earlier, as well as the ammunition to be used in the near future.

>>Keiichi: Finish the job.

You accomplish this by unloading your entire magazine into the giant chicken. It’s loud, and smells of acid. Shells clink and roll on the tiled floor. Airi sighs and steps back.

Now the monster is truly defeated. Despite it all, it still has strength to spit a few more words at you.

“THIS IS NOT OVER, HUMANS! WE ANIMALS WILL HAVE OUR REVENGE! THE BOAR, THE BULL, THE LAMB AND THE RAT…MY COMRADES, WHO ARE CUT FROM THE SAME CLOTH AS YOU, WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND DESTROY YOU ALL. REMEMBER THIS, HUMAN CHILDREN! MAY THESE WORDS RING THROUGH YOUR EMPTY SKULLS UNTIL YOUR DYING DAYS…”

It chokes, sputters and goes silent. You watch as its body decomposes into individual tiny particles, each one smaller than a grain of sand. They drift towards the hole in the ceiling and out of sight.

With the master gone, the pocket reality collapses. Everything flashes in and out of color. Reds and blues transform to grey and back again in mere seconds. The walls and floor twist and spiral like the contents of a badly made milkshake. The furniture is blurring, shining and darkening all at once. You close your eyes and wait for the effect to fade.

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The scent of fresh air, mingling with petrol and oil. An incomprehensible chatter that could only be found from the denizens of a metropolis. The thuds of many footsteps stomping across a pavement. Electrical jingles mixed with the voices of whatever B-grade pop star contracted to do a company’s work.

You open your eyes to find you and your sister in one of Tokyo’s many, many alleys, sandwiched between a ramen store and a run-down law firm. Outside, the early traffic rush is in full swing. Pedestrians rush past the entrance, most of which are dressed in work gear.

“We’re back!” Airi exclaims from behind you. “And we won!”

She runs up to you with a big smile on her face. “Aren’t you happy, onii-chan?”

Instead, you opt to slump on the ground next to a brick wall.

“What I don’t get—” You grumble to yourself, staring at the morning sun in a clear blue sky, “—is how any of that had anything to do with organizing a magic academy tournament.”

>>639445
>THE BOAR, THE BULL, THE LAMB AND THE RAT
We fighting the Zodiac?

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Shibuya, in the year 2016.

A special ward of Tokyo, it is a whole fifteen square kilometers of high-rise buildings and busy concrete streets, where fashion, entertainment and youth culture reign as kings. There are three hundred thousand citizens living in this city, and together they form a stomping ground for all kinds of cultures and creeds. It is an urban world where sound and information are as omnipresent as the oxygen in the air. Every citizen is a channel on the radio and they are all competing to see who can roar the loudest.

The city attracts all sorts. Young or old, talented or average, intelligent or charismatic…they are all pulled towards the streets of the town like iron bands to a magnet. The arcane is no exception. Like many other cities across the world, Shibuya is yet another a place where magic and technology have managed to mix and integrate.

Out of the three hundred thousand-strong population, approximately twenty percent are of the magus class—humans capable of wielding the reality-altering gift of magic. The city is full of change and it has long since moved to adapt. Magical products, such as charms, are seen in store windows alongside designer ware and the latest smartphones. Shows displaying magical talent are frequently displayed in the city’s many stadiums and arenas. Talent scouts roam the streets, scanning the crowds for youths showing sparks of magical talent.

In short, Shibuya is yet another city to have successfully taken advantage of the Second Union—an event from over fifty years ago, in which the link between the human and spirit worlds was connected and magic began reappearing within the souls of humanity…

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A year ago, you and your sibling traveled to Shibuya to study at a magus-exclusive academy. The sheer noise and density of Shibuya had threatened to overwhelm you, but over time the two of you became accustomed to it. Now, the morning traffic has faded into the morning background noise and you are no longer dazzled by the sheer variety of colors plastered on the city billboards. You and your sibling have integrated yourselves so well that the two of you could be mistaken for natural city boys and girls.

Note that the above description could fit either one of the Hirayama siblings. Several days ago, which one were you?

[Input your answer]
>Be past Keiichi Hirayama.
>Be past Airi Hirayama.

>>639479
>>Be past Airi Hirayama.

>>639479
>>Be past Airi Hirayama.
Lets learn some more about imouto.

>>639479
>>Be past Keiichi Hirayama.

>>639479
>Be past Keiichi Hirayama.

>>639479
>Be past Airi Hirayama.

>>639479
>Be past Airi Hirayama.

>>639479
>>Be past Keiichi Hirayama.

>>639479
>>Be past Keiichi Hirayama

>>639479
>>Be past Airi Hirayama.

>>639479
>>Be past Keiichi Hirayama.

>>639479
>Be past Keiichi Hirayama.

>>639479
>>Be past Keiichi Hirayama.

>>639479
>>Be past Keiichi Hirayama.

>>639479
>>Be past Keiichi Hirayama.

>>639479
>Be Ryoji Shida

>>639518
Who?

>>639518
wrong quest

>>639518
Anon no. Ryoji isn't cool enough to fit in at a battle academy.

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>>Be past Keiichi Hirayama.

You are now Keiichi Hirayama from several days ago. Your age is still seventeen. Your sister is also still seventeen. The difference in age between the two of you is minimal. The difference in hair color is not.

A number of fortnights ago, you and your sister were caught up in a terrible accident that sent the two of you straight to the hospital. Luckily, the two of you have made a full recovery and are just about to be discharged.

“Hey, onii-chan, what are you going to do when you get back home?”

“Probably the same thing I was doing in hospital, Airi.”

“Eating snacks and doing nothing in particular?”

“No! I meant I was going to study!”

“You’re going to study? As in, do schoolwork?” Airi gasps. She raises a hand and presses it to your forehead. “Wow, we should go back and check for a concussion, then.”

“Oh for the love of—”

As nice as it is to be healthy, it seems that trouble is determined to follow you around. The moment you and your sister exit into the hospital courtyard, a car pulls up on the side of the road. It’s a limousine, big, black and shiny. Two figures emerge from the side. Both are Asian men, with tall, muscular builds. They are dressed in identical black suits with matching white ties and sunglasses. The only difference you can see is in their hair. The buzz cut of the second is slightly rougher than the first.

“Keiichi and Airi Hirayama?” One of them drones, in a voice like lead balls scraping against a gravel driveway.

“Who’s asking?” You growl, immediately tensing up.

“Some very important people in the government would like to speak with you two.” The second man states. “Please come with us.”

>Comply.
>Question the men further.
>Inform your friends first.
>Resist.
>Scream for help.
>Custom option.

>>639582
>Avoid the plot point and stop future events from happening

>>639592
>>Resist.

>>639592
>>Scream for help.
HELP HELP I'M BEING REPRESSED

>>639592
>Walk back into the hospital and find a back door to escape from.

>>639592
>Question the men further.

>>639592
>>Inform your friends first.

>>639592
>>Question the men further.
>Inform your friends first.
>Execute Attack Pattern Beta

>>639592
>Question the men further.

>>639592
> resist
I am fully booked today. I have a gap in my schedule tomorrow if you mystery bureaucrat wants to make an appointment.

>>639592
>>Question the men further.
>>Resist.

>>639592
>>Inform your friends first.

>>639592
>Question the men further.

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“Prove it, then.” Airi says. “Show us your IDs.”

Without flinching, the two of men take out plastic cards and show them to you. They also show you badges, which state that they are working on the behalf of Japan’s Ministry of Education. You flip open your phone and check the objects with information on the Internet.

“It all seems to check out…” Your sister mumbles, “But…”

She doesn’t have to finish her sentence. You’re both still suspicious. It's present in your eyes and the twitches of your fingers.

“Let’s say I choose to believe these are fakes.” You say to the two men. “What then?”

“For what reason do you believe pieces of identification are fraudulent?” asks the second suited man.

You shrug. “You never know. Stranger things have happened. Besides, I'm not letting my sister and I get kidnapped when we've both come right out of the hospital.”

The first man raises his hand. “Allow me to state that you two will not be subjected to any harm whatsoever. You will both be treated fairly. In the event that you are attacked, you may defend yourself with whatever means you have on hand.”

“That sounds generous enough.” Airi states, looking down at her phone. “We’re still notifying our friends, though.”

“Take our time, then.” The second man says, and doesn't move.

>>Keiichi: Inform your friends.

This seems like a particularly good idea.

[Dude With Guns] Hey.
[Dude With Guns] Some men in black suits just pulled up a limo in front of us.
[Dude With Guns] They say they’re working with the government.
[Dude With Guns] Guess we’re not going to be back for a bit longer.
[micchan] …did you and your sister do something stupid again -_-
[Dude With Guns] Maybe?
[Dude With Guns] I can’t think of what, though.
[Dude With Guns] I just spent the last month lazing around in a hospital bed.
[micchan] this is probably karma for something you did in the past. it all comes around or something???
[Dude With Guns] Whatever.
[Dude With Guns] I’m just telling you this in the event we get kidnapped and sold to pirates for our organs.
[Dude With Guns] The number plate of the limo is 4-JDM by the way.
[micchan] creepy…

I'm going to take a brief break for lunch. It shouldn't last more than twenty minutes.

>>639679
Eat faster scrub.

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“Are the two of you ready now?” The first man asks.

You and your sister glance at each other. Seems like there isn’t much choice. Faint bumps in their clothing tell you that the two men are armed with weapons. You cannot detect signs of mana. They are either both excellent at hiding their magus status or are simply normal humans with guns. Yet, the latter is still dangerous in your world. Coupled with uncertainty and you begin to think that causing a scene might not be the best of ideas.

“We have received consent from the student council president of your academy, by the way.” The second man says. He shows a signed document that you confirm is authentic. “Please do not resist any further. We do not wish to use force.”

“Alright, alright. I got it.” You say. “How long is this going to take, anyways?”

“That depends on how long the meeting lasts.” Says the first man. You and Airi are ushered into the back of the limo. Your two bodyguards pile into the back and start the engine. The limo is off down the streets, switching lanes, puffing exhaust fumes and making many drivers clench their teeth and snarl at how long the vehicle is.

There’s nothing to do but sit in the (admittedly plush and comfortable) seats and chat away the time. So that’s what the two of you do.

After fifteen minutes or so, the limo screeches to a halt in front of a chrome skyscraper. You and Airi are taken inside. Past the front desk with the plastic-faced receptionist, into an elevator, up the building and towards a set of steel doors.

“Please enter.” One of them states. “Once your business inside is done, you may both leave.”

With no small amount of trepidation, you grip the doorknob and yank the door open. It reveals a large, spacious meeting area. It’s long, with a rectangular table placed in the middle. The curtains at the very back are fully drawn, shrouding the room in darkness. From what you can discern, every single seat at the table is full. There must be at least twenty or so people in there. All of them sound older than you and filling your surroundings with whispers and hurried gasps.

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You and Airi move closer to the table. A man at the very back, in the biggest seat, raises his hand. His entire figure, save for his balding head, is obscured by shadows. He speaks with deep, rough tones.

“Greetings, Keiichi Hirayama, Airi Hirayama.” The mention of your surfaces sets the muttering back in motion. Again, the man at the back raises his hand to quell the noise. “I am pleased to see you two are well. Allow me to introduce us all. We are the Ministry of Education for the Japanese government. We consist of high ranking officials and ex-headmasters of prestigious schooling institutions.”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Tell me, are you two aware of this country’s Festival of Magic?”

Who doesn’t, is the rhetorical question that you refrain from speaking. Airi actually enunciates it, thus ruining the effect. The Japanese Festival of Magic was essentially a tournament, in which skilled magi across the country could clash against each other for the chance of prizes and fame. The tournament was traditionally held every year and was seen as a win-win scenario on many fronts. Choice students got the chance to win ridiculous amounts of cash, their academies could reap the benefits of ‘possessing’ famous students, it served as excellent entertainment for the masses and last but not least the Japanese government could rake in millions in revenue.

In the days coming to the tournament, advertisements could be found plastered on every billboard and signpost in the urban districts. In Shibuya this meant that it was practically unavoidable. The Internet, even more so.

So yeah, you are aware of the Festival of Magic. Obscenely so, given what type of academy you attend.

“Allow me to get to the crux of the issue our department is facing.” The bald man continues. “Last year, our nation of Japan failed to successfully run and complete the Festival of Magic—three times in a row!”

>“Wow, I am so sorry.”
>“Yeah, you guys are terrible at this.”
>“How is this any of our problem?”
>Remain silent.
>“And you want us to do something about it?”
>Custom option.

>>639867
>>Custom option.
"You failed three times in one year? Wow."

>>639867
>>“And you want us to do something about it?”

>>639867
>>Custom option.
git gud

>>639867
>“And you want us to do something about it?”
>"Please don't say you're asking us to do corporate sabotage."

>>639867
>>“And you want us to do something about it?”

>>639867
this
>>639884
then
>>“And you want us to do something about it?”
>Make it worth our while then

>>639867
>>“Yeah, you guys are terrible at this.”

>>639884
I'll back this.

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“You guys failed three times in one year?” You say. “Wow.”

“Onii-chan!” Airi hisses, nudging you in the side. “Don’t be rude!”

The grip in the bald man’s hands tightens. More whispering breaks out, this time greater in intensity. You catch the words ‘young people and ‘uncouth’ floating around the room.

“While it was true, that most of the fault lies with us, it should be said that the reason the Festival of Magic failed to run three times is because there were events surrounding the tournament that prevented it from starting.” The bald man states. “Specifically, key setpieces would get damaged, important persons would become incapacitated and funds would be withdrawn. At the end of last year, we immediately launched an investigation into these disturbances. After some time, we finally found the common link between them all.”

The bald lifts a finger, heavy and imposing as the appendage of the gods. “We found that a great deal of the chaos in these disturbances was caused by you two—the infamous SwordxGun siblings of Shibuya’s True Hearts Academy!”

“Wait, wait, wait, what?” You shout. “Are you saying that we were ones who prevented the festival from running?”

“Not entirely, but yes you and your sister did play major parts.”

>>639884
This

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“Not entirely, but yes you and your sister did play major parts.”

“With all respect, I think that’s false!” Airi cries. “Surely two high school students can’t cause enough damage to stop one of Japan’s largest events?”

“Is that what you believe?” The bald man snorts. He gestures to his fellows. “Shall we enlighten these children as to what they have done?”

You instantly find a dozen more fingers being pointed your way.

“Causing chaos on the streets!” A man shouts.

“Property damage across not just Shibuya, but also Shinjuku and Ikebukuro!” Another woman cries.

“Skipping classes and fighting with other academies!”

“Pointing guns to the heads of foreign delegates!”

“Destroying part of a public stadium with explosions!”

An elderly lady, with greying hair and aging spectacles, lifts a craggy, shaking finger. “Chasing the skirts of girls across multiple academies!” she shrieks, her voice hoarse.

“Wait a minute!” You exclaim. “I’m pretty sure none of those events actually happened!”

“That’s right!” Airi nods, crossing her arms and puffing. If onii-chan started fraternizing with multiple girls, I’d have already called the police!”

You jerk your head sideways to glare at your sister. “What the hell, Airi?”

“What? It’s true! Adultery is against the law!”

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The bald man coughs. “Do the two of you understand the situation?”

“No.” You growl. “You seem to be implying that we’re supposed to do something about it.”

“You catch on quickly.” The bald man replies, nodding. “Our government was decided to run the next iteration of the Festival of Magic in three months’ time. We intend it for it to be an absolute success. We also wish for the two of you to assist in the preparations. Consider it something of a community service.”

“I don’t understand,” says Airi. “We’re just two high-schoolers in our final year. None of us have much work experience. How are we supposed to help organize one of Japan's biggest events?”

“There are a number of tasks we wish for you to complete. Do not worry; the tasks are suited for someone your age...”

“I’m not feeling very confident right now...”

“Oh, I’m sure the two of you will figure something out.” The bald man says, almost airily, waving his hand about.

>“…what.”
>“I’m pretty sure there are child labor laws against this.”
>“When I graduate, I am never looking for a government job.”
>“None of this makes any damn sense!”
>“We better get paid for this…”
>Custom option.

>>640109
>>“I’m pretty sure there are child labor laws against this.”
>“None of this makes any damn sense!”
>“We better get paid for this…”

>>640109
>“I’m pretty sure there are child labor laws against this.”

>>640109
>>“None of this makes any damn sense!”
>>“We better get paid for this…”

>>640109
>“We better get paid for this…”
>Custom option
"And I know we don't have a choice in the matter, but I still need to say: most of it was Airi's fault."

>>640109
>>“We better get paid for this…”

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>>640027
>SwordxGun

>>640109
>>“…what.”
>>“I’m pretty sure there are child labor laws against this.”

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“None of this makes any damn sense! I’m pretty sure there are child labor laws against this!” You can’t help but shout. All the tension and bullshittery that has occurred over the past hour has combined together into some sort of foul, mental cocktail. It’s threatening to erupt from the pits of our psyche. “Also, what do you mean we’re supposed to figure something out? Aren’t you placing too much faith in us?”

“Calm yourself, Keiichi Hirayama. You and your sister will be paid accordingly for your services, so it’s not child labour.” The bald man says, his voice hinted with concern. “As for the last detail, I thought you already knew.”

“Knew what?”

“…you are not aware?”

“I’m not aware of what the hell you’re talking about! All I’m aware of is that this is completely balls-to-the-wall insane!”

“Interesting.” The bald man lifts his fingers to his chin. He thinks, then shakes his head. “Well, it isn’t relevant right now.”

“Excuse me?” Airi raises her hand, her mouth in a flat line. “What happens to us if we fail?”

“Simple. If you do not comply or fail to complete all the tasks before the due date, we will be forced to blacklist you from all workplaces and universities across this nation. We will also remove your citizenship status. You will never be able to find a proper job in this country.”

“Since when does the Ministry of Education have power like that?” You snarl, slamming your palms on the table. A nearby glass cup rattles with shock.

The bald man lifts his head and gazes at you with a pair of chilling, sapphire eyes. “Do not underestimate us.” He rumbles.

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>>Go back to being present Keiichi Hirayama.

“…and they kicked us out of the building. Assholes.” You decide to stop being an adolescent teenage boy in favour of being the same adolescent teenage boy, just a couple of days into the future. Airi eyes you strangely.

“Onii-chan, who are you talking to?” she asks.

“Nobody in particular.” You reply. “I’m just thinking about how terrible our situation is.”

“We’re still alive, aren’t we?” She says. “And we just completed one of the tasks just then. We’re already on the road to finishing them all.”

“How you stay so optimistic in the face of forced work is something I’m not going to try and understand…”

“I do it because it works.” She walks forward and pats you on the shoulder. “Come on, onii-chan. Stop being so dour. You should know that together the two of us can do anything.”

She smiles at you. "We've already proved that in the past, haven't we?"

[Input your choice]
>“Yeah, true that.” (More time with imouto)
>“We might get stuff done faster if we split up…” (splits perspective between siblings)

>>640283
>“Yeah, true that.” (More time with imouto)

>>640283
>>“Yeah, true that.” (More time with imouto)
>apply headpats

>>640283
>“Yeah, true that.” (More time with imouto)

>not picking the imouto
>implications

>>640283
>>“Yeah, true that.” (More time with imouto)

>>640283
>>“Yeah, true that.” (More time with imouto)
>Splitting up
>ever a good idea

>>640283
>>“Yeah, true that.” (More time with imouto)

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>>640283
>>“Yeah, true that.” (More time with imouto)
Activate.

>>640283
>“Yeah, true that.” (More time with imouto)

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Ah, crap. Once again, Airi is right. Standing there with that sunny smile of hers, crimson scarf flowing in the gentle breeze, she’s so right it’s almost insufferable. It seems that you have fallen for her (platonic and sistery) charms.

“Yeah, true that.” You smirk.

“That’s the spirit!” Airi exclaims, punching the air. “Part of doing your best means believing in yourself from the very start.”

>You will now tackle tasks with Airi.

“Uh-huh, I get you.” Something then gurgles. It’s your stomach. “Man, I’m starving. Want to grab breakfast from somewhere?”

“Maybe not Texas Fried Chicken?” Airi suggests. “We’re in Dogenzaka right now, though. I heard from Micchan that there’s this great ramen bar around here somewhere. By the way, what’s the time?”

You check your watch. “Eight fifteen, apparently. So there’s fifteen minutes before school starts, huh…”

The words exit your mouth, hang in the air, then fade. It is only then that their full implications hit you like a truck slamming into a brick wall.

Airi has her mouth hung open and she is trembling. “Fifteen minutes before school starts…?” she echoes.

“Airi, don’t do what I think you are about to do.”

“Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no!” Airi cries. “This is bad. This is seriously bad!”

“Ah, dammit…”

“Onii-chan, we have go, now! We can’t miss out on the first week of school!”

“What about breakfast?” You groan.

“We’ll get something from vending machines later!”

“That’s hardly a breakfast at all!”

It’s too late. Airi is in full urgency mode. Before you can react, she grabs hold of your arm, presses her heels against the ground and takes off towards the alleyway entrance. You are dragged along through a tunnel of rushing wind, paper scraps flowing past and a panicked little sister struggling in front.

“I know you’re in a hurry and you’re faster than me, but could you at least let me go?” You shout. “Hello? Airi? Are you even listening, dammit!”

She doesn't hear you. She runs and runs. Eventually, the two of you fade into the mass of buildings that make up the city.

It's a place of concrete and steel, noise and ideal. It's a world where crowds are omnipresent, shops are plentiful and change is everywhere. It's a city that is only as big as you make it out to be.

It's yet another peaceful morning in the ward of Shibuya.

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>>Battle Academy Tournament (Organization) Quest.

>9/10 TASKS REMAINING.

And thus, the first thread concludes. Thanks to all who participated today! It feels great to be back and QM'ing. Hopefully I have actually learned from my mistakes this time!

Seriously, this quest better be only as long as it needs to be, or I'll print out all my notes and eat them. No waifus yet, unfortunately, unless you're into bestiality or incest. The difference between Keiichi and Airi is less than a year, though...

I think I'll shorten the title to Academy Tournament Organization Quest, too. That should be less terror on the title box.

New thread tomorrow, same time as today. That is to say, 10:00 pm UTC. If you had fun today, then I hope to see you then!

Oh, and I'm going to be sticking around a little while, so feel free to ask me any questions if you have them.

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Archived Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/638726

>>640543
>bestiality or incest
Why not both?

>>640543
>The difference between Keiichi and Airi is less than a year, though...
Adopted? Or REALLY busy parents?


ALso will we be fighting other zodiac beasts?

What's our school like?


It the MC really a womanizer in anything but his dreams?

Same thread or new one?

>>640543
So does that mean we're not going the bestiality or incest route?

>>640543
> No waifus unless ... bestiality
Are you referring to chickazilla or the bald guys?

>>640543
>No waifus yet
Lies. There was that foxy older woman that admonished us for skirt-chasing. You can't tell me that's not waifu material.

>>640543
Did you REALLY like Mekakucity Actors?

>>640581

>Adopted? Or REALLY busy parents?
Keiichi and Airi were born in the countryside. Does that tell you anything?

>What's our school like?
It'll be explored in detail in the next thread.

>It the MC really a womanizer in anything but his dreams?
He has female friends and a cute(?) little sister...?

>>640624
>So does that mean we're not going the bestiality or incest route?
Maybe? I mean, the giant chicken is dead, so bestiality in this case would also be necrophilia.

>>640640
The bald guy was a human.

>>640692
I like Kagerou Project. Mekakucity Actors had a lot of nice images for me steal. As for the actual content, it was the prettiest piece of shit I've ever watched.

>>640581
>Adopted? Or REALLY busy parents?
Fraternal twins maybe

>>640581
>Same thread or new one?

New thread.

>>640711
>giant chicken is dead
We can always get the Boar to squeal, ram the Ram, put the D in Dragon, ride the Horse and that's all I got.

>>640737
Same thread you dumb jerk.

>>640737
I would advise the same thread, sicne bump limit is 750 and threads past bump still can stay on for a week plus.

>>640711
>Keiichi and Airi were born in the countryside.
REALLY busy parents who loved each other or at least each other's bodies a lot.

>>640748
Pork the pig

>>640543
>No waifus yet, unfortunately, unless you're into bestiality or incest.
>Incest

Aww yeah!

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True Hearts Academy.

Located in the district of Shibuya, the academy is reputed as one of the best in Japan. It boasts sizeable grounds, top-grade facilities, excellent and reasonable teachers and a 97% success rate for all graduating students. It is also magus-exclusive, meaning that all students must possess the gift of magic. Thus, all students who wish to attend must fulfil three criteria: exorbitant schooling fees, a passing grade in the entrance exam and the ability to perform at least one magic art—a certain specialized, application of their magic.

A year ago, you and your sister Airi had been standing in front of the entrance gates, having just moved straight from the countryside. You remember being awestruck by the sight. Compared to your quaint hometown, the academy’s front building—with its shining chrome dome, modern glass windows, its neatly trimmed gardens and silver logo—had seemed like the entrance to a whole another world. The students that had milled around the gate, dolled up in their neatly-pressed blazers and department store fashion accessories were its alien residents.

The city had been a monstrosity of its own, disorientating at best. But True Hearts Academy was on a whole new level of its own, a plane of existence built from the building blocks of elegance and progress. You remember trembling a bit, wondering what exactly you had gotten yourself into. Then, Airi had taken your hand, given it a squeeze and you a smile.

“Don’t worry, onii-chan!” She had said, brightly. “We’ll get through this, I’m sure of it.”

And you had nodded back and said. “I guess I’m ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

The two of you had taken your first steps into the school grounds. It had heralded the beginning of a new adventure for you. An adventure that had stretched across multiple semesters and could most definitely not be written in Airi’s letters back home.

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Fast-forward a year or so, and you have carved out your own place at True Hearts Academy. You know where all the best lunch spots are. You know what teachers are likely to turn a blind eye and which ones will come down on you like a ton of bricks. You are familiar with most of the clubs, can almost recite all the vending machine placements from memory and have learned the lesson of running to the cafeteria as fast as possible (before all the good seats get taken).

“Ha…ha…ha…”

“We’re almost there, Keiichi! Look, I can see the front entrance already!”

Yes, you and your sister have truly become intimate with the academy.

“Hey, ain’t that the SwordxGun duo?”

“Oh yeah, it is! Hey, Hirayama siblings! How’s the morning?”

As that one English scientist had said, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. What that basically means is that the academy has become just as intimate with you.

“Shit, those two look rough. What happened to them?”

“Did those two get set on fire?”

“Maybe they went on one of their crazy adventures?”

The truth of the matter is, you and your sister did not enjoy your school life in peace. While the members of the Ministry of Education had unjustly accused you and Airi, hadn't been entirely wrong. A lot of things had simply been taken out of context.

This obviously made them prime rumor mill bait. Rarely a good thing.

“Was it a kidnapping? Tell me it was a kidnapping. Kidnappings are the best! Bonuses if it ended with a car chase!”

“I heard Keiichi Hirayama once took someone hostage with his gun!”

“Did they set fire to a stadium again?”

“Maybe they got into a fight and barely emerged victorious. I heard Airi Hirayama is still a beast with a sword.”

“Airi can take a look at my sword any time she wants!”

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You make a mental note to find the bastard who said that and teach him a bloody and painful lesson. This is why you wish the journalism club didn’t exist.

Class starts at 8:30. It is now 8:35 and you are right at the door to class 3-4, your classroom. Airi flings the door open and the two of you rush inside. Two dozen heads swivel on their necks to look at you. The bespectacled teacher is one of them.

“Oh, good morning…?” The man splutters at the sight of you and your sister. Specifically, your clothes. You and Airi suddenly remember that this is a private school and private schools tend to enforce strict dress codes. Tattered, frayed and burned clothes are not on the list!

“Hirayama!” The teacher groans. “What's with the two of you this time?”

>Tell him the absolute, honest truth.
>“We got in an accident and didn’t want to be late for class.”
>“It’s classified by the government.”
>“I don’t think you’d believe us.”
>“Sorry, we’ll go and get changed.”
>Custom option.

>>642651
>>“We got in an accident and didn’t want to be late for class.”

>>642651
>>Custom option.
We fought against the spirit of all dead chickens

>>642651
>>“We got in an accident and didn’t want to be late for class.”

>>642651
>Tell him the absolute, honest truth.
Best part is, that's probably so normal that they'll just say "Oh, okay. Take your seats."

>>642651
>>Tell him the absolute, honest truth.

>>642651
>>“We got in an accident and didn’t want to be late for class.”

>>642662
>>642651
I guess this counts as absolute honest truth

>>642651
>Tell him the absolute, honest truth.

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I did a thing already.

>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Giga-Chicken so much, I had all the merchandise and movies
>I pray to Giga-Chicken every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given
>"Giga-Chicken is love" I say; "Giga-Chicken is life"
>My dad hears me and calls me a faggot
>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Giga-Chicken
>I called him a cunt
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
>I'm crying now, and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and it's really cold
>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
>It's Giga-Chicken
>I am so happy
>He whispers into my ear "FEEL THE SUFFERING OF MY BRETHREN IN YOUR HUMAN FACTORY FARMS."
>He grabs me with his powerful chicken… hands? I don't fucking know. He put me down onto my hands and knees
>I'm ready
>I spread my ass-cheeks for Giga-Chicken
>He looks weirded out.
>"WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?" he asks.
>"Because that's what you're here for," I say. "My sweet young ass-flesh."
>"WHAT? NO. FUCK NO. WHY WOULD I WANT TO DO THAT."
>"Just do it, you giant chicken!"
>"THAT'S A RACIAL SLUR WAIT WHAT THE HELL GET OFF OF ME HELP"
>It hurts so much but I do it for Giga-Chicken
>I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
>I push against his force
>I want to please Giga-Chicken, but he wants to make it hard for me, trying to throw me off and screaming for the police.
>He crows in a mighty cry as he fills my butt with his love
>My dad walks in
>Giga-Chicken looks him straight in the eyes and says "HELP ME I'VE BEEN VIOLATED."
>Giga-Chicken leaves through my wall, breathing fire everywhere
>Giga-Chicken is love. Giga-Chicken is life.

>>642651
>>Tell him the absolute, honest truth.

>>642679
Bravo, good sir. Bravo.

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>>642679
Praise be Giga-Chicken.

You were backed up, weren't you?

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>>Keiichi Hirayama: Tell him the absolute, honest truth.

The bespectacled man blinks, slowly. The corners of his mouth twist downwards and a bundle of creases shift themselves to life in the arch above his eyes.

“You say that you and your sister were tasked to defeat a gigantic, fire-breathing toxic chicken spirit on the behalf of the Japanese government?” He states, enunciating each word is a sort of disbelieving precision.

“Yes, sir.” You reply, looking at him straight in the eye.

“And that is why your clothes are burned? Because the chicken almost set the two of you on fire?”

“Yes, sir.”

The teacher sighs. He picks his rollcall binder and jerks a thumb towards the row of seats. “You’re lucky we’re only halfway through the first week. Go and sit down, both of you. Find some clean clothes at recess or something.”

“Thank you, sir.” It always pays to be polite towards your teachers, especially when the one you’re standing in front of is shaking his head and muttering something about ‘those two getting up to no good again’. Without another word, you and Airi make your way towards your seats—an empty pair in the second row at the front. You slump into yours like a creature retreating into his bog. Airi pulls her out with care and neatly sits down, like the proper girl that she is.

It’s homeroom right now. You can tell by the way the teacher finishes calling the roll and starts warbling on about various extra-curricular activities across the academy. You cannot muster up the energy to care. You head is flat on the side of the desk and your arms dangle by your side. Your clothes reek of burning carbon and there’s a monster crying for out help in the depths of your belly.

On your left, in a seat next to you, a young, blonde girl gives you and your sister the once-over. You roll your head to the side to look at her. You stare at her violet eyes, her round, rosy-cheeked face and the cute little antenna sticking out of her air.

“Oh, hello.” Airi mumbles, giving the blonde a weak smile. “Good morning, Micchan.”

The girl sighs and puts her hands on her hips. “Okay, now. What have the two of you gotten yourself into this time?” she says, her tone betraying her exasperation.

>“All you need to know is that the government is awful.”
>“Weren’t you listening?”
>“Please buy breakfast for us.”
>“I really don’t think you want to know.”
>"What are you talking about? It's just another average morning."
>Custom option.

>>642760
>>“Please buy breakfast for us.”

>>642760
>>“Please buy breakfast for us.”

>>642760
>“Weren’t you listening?”
>“Please buy breakfast for us.”

>>642760
>“Please buy breakfast for us.”
>Tell her everything.

>>642760
Thorn!!!!! You're back!!!

>confetti.jpg

>>642760
>>“Weren’t you listening?”
>>“Please buy breakfast for us.”

>>642760
>"the cute little antenna sticking out of her air. "

Is this literal or figurative

Basically: Is she a robot

>>642760
>>"What are you talking about? It's just another average morning."
>>With that said, though, please buy breakfast for us.

>>642760
>>"What are you talking about? It's just another average morning."
"The worst part is, I'm not being sarcastic."

>>642779
Ahoge

>>642788
The picture supports that assumption, but I'm still suspicious.

Probably just Twilight's purple prose

>>642792
Nothing anime related is complete without someone sporting an ahoge.

>>642795
OOC: This is my first time posting on the new board. Is /qst/ always this fucking slow?

>>642813
Yes, /qst/ ahs thread 10 days on it at times.

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“Weren’t you listening?” You mumble.

“I was, Keiichi,” The girl says, “The scary part is that I think this is normal for you.”

“I know, right.”

“Not even you are that reckless, though. Nobody goes around fighting toxic spirits unless they’re part of the police.”

“If I told you we were commissioned by the Japanese government to help organize the Festival of Magic and that involved shooting bullets at the spirit of chickens that have suffered at the hands of fast food corporations,” You take a deep breath, “Would you believe me?”

“No,” The girl replies. “I’d think you were being stupid again, then something would happen to me that would make me start believing in you. That basically happened thrice last year.”

“I’m so glad you understand me, Michiko.” You say to her.

“By the way, the two of you stink.” She says, pinching her nose.

“We know…” Airi moans. “None of us had time to shower.”

Michiko, the girl, looks at you both with pity. “The two of you had a rough morning, huh…”

“No, we’re actually perfectly fine.” You spit, sarcastically. “This is actually how all our mornings go.”

Michiko grabs the sides of her chair. “I’m going to be moving closer to the window now.” She does this by shuffling in her seat, scraping the plastic bottoms against the enamel floor. At the front of the classroom, the teacher gives her a disgusted look.

“Before you do finish that, can you buy us breakfast?” You say.

“Excuse me?” Michiko narrows her eyes. “Do I look like a waitress to you?”

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Airi thinks. “There was that maid café our class ran for the school festival last year…”

The blonde girl sighs. “Never mind.”

“Look,” You retrieve a battered purse from your wallet and take out some yen notes. You place them on Michiko’s desk. “The two of us are starving. We’ve used up all our energy running to school and even we didn’t make us on time. There’s a vending machine a couple rooms down. Go there during transition and buy, fuck I don’t know, some bread and a drink for us. Here’s the money. There’s twice as much here or something. Keep the change.”

Michiko glances at the cash, towards you and Airi, then back again. Over at the front, the teacher ticks off a sheet and announces that homeroom has concluded. He leaves. With the lack of an adult, your fellow classmates immediately begins chatting to each other.

She runs a hand through her bleach blonde hair, her delicate fingers brushing against her silver hairpieces.

“You’re lucky I’m so generous.” She states, standing up. “Is melon bread fine with you?”

“I’d take wholebread at this rate…”

“Fine, whatever. Don’t complain when I bring the food back, okay?” Michiko walks over to the exit. Halfway there, she stops and turns back.

“By the way, the student council president came looking for the two of you.”

“Kushikawa?” You mutter.

“Yeah. What’s this all about?”

You groan. “Tell you later, Michiko. Just go and get the bread for us.”

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Several periods later, it’s lunch time. Every other kid in the academy goes outdoors to enjoy themselves in the sunshine. You and Airi, on the other hand, head upstairs to the third floor of the school building. The entrance to the student council room is somewhere in the middle, which you quickly locate and enter into.

In the middle of a square, neat room and seated on a plastic chair is a boy your age. His hair is a shade of cerulean and his eyes are deep-set and focused. He’s dressed in the summer school uniform: white shirt, blue striped tie and grey pants. Despite this, there’s an air of casualness about him, as if he could walk through the crowds in Shibuya and nobody could recognize him.

You know him as Makoto Kushikawa, the student council president of True Hearts Academy. He’s also an agent of the government and the one who sent you up against the giant fire-breathing chicken.

When he notices you and Airi, his hand is wrapped out a half-eaten Texas Fried Chicken burger. He immediately puts it down and gives you a smile and a wave.

“Hey! Keiichi, Airi, how did the task go?”

>“I found out they put rats in the burgers.”
>“I think I want to strangle you.”
>“It was okay. Got burned, but otherwise we’re fine.”
>“I still don’t understand anything.”
>“Do you have any other missions that make more sense?”
>Custom option.

>>642934
>>“It was okay. Got burned, but otherwise we’re fine.”
>>“I found out they put rats in the burgers.”

>>642934
>>“I found out they put rats in the burgers.”

>>642934
>>“I found out they put rats in the burgers.”

>>642934
>“I think I want to strangle you.”

>>642934
>“It was okay. Got burned, but otherwise we’re fine.”

>>642934
> went ok
>I still don't understand anything