Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

Return to the train from the Black Tower.

The air was filled with a rich aroma of coffee.

Welcome back.

Himeko put down her coffee cup and looked at Hoshi, who walked in through the airlock with a blank expression.

The girl was still wrapped in the black trench coat she had worn at the comic convention, which had been reduced to tattered strips.

It was covered in dried golden scabs and smelled of engine oil from who-knows-where.

It's like a stray cat that just crawled out of a garbage dump.

They even walked very carefully, afraid that the dust on their bodies would dirty the train's carpet.

Himeko sighed.

She stood up and took an exquisite gift box from the cabinet behind her.

"Xing, come here."

Himeko waved, her smile gentle.

"This is for you."

Xing was stunned for a moment.

She walked over hesitantly, looking at the box with the Starry Sky Train logo.

For me?

"Open it and take a look."

Xing reached out her bandaged hand and clumsily untied the ribbon.

The box is opened.

Inside was a set of clothes folded neatly.

That is……

A dark gray short jacket with a bright yellow lining.

A black mini skirt, paired with black stockings and long boots.

There was even a decorative choker.

This is... the uniform of the "Pioneers".

"This trench coat is no longer wearable."

Himeko picked up the jacket and held it up against Hoshino.

"Since we are a family, we should act like this."

"The fabric used in this outfit is a special nanofiber, which is very strong and warm."

"Shall we try it in the room?"

Xing took the pile of clothes.

heavy.

The fabric felt smooth and soft to the touch, and even had a slight warmth.

It was a million times more comfortable than the stiff, tattered cloth she was wearing.

"Tsk... (Thank you.)"

Hoshi made a static sound in his throat and nodded at Himeko.

Then, clutching the box as if it were a bomb, he carefully returned to his room.

……

……

in the room.

Xing spread the clothes on the bed.

So lovely.

Even by her own distorted aesthetic standards, this outfit is full of design sense.

She took off her tattered trench coat.

"Sizzle—"

The fabric was stuck to the wound, and when it was torn off, it made a sickening tearing sound.

Xing didn't take it seriously.

She stood in front of the mirror, shirtless.

In the mirror.

The girl's body was pale and emaciated.

On the spine, a row of stark white bone spurs protruded menacingly like swords and halberds.

The barbs on the exoskeleton at the elbows and knees gleamed coldly.

Even on his shoulders, there were faint signs that the bones were about to pierce the skin.

"..."

Xing looked at herself in the mirror, then at the brand-new clothes on the bed.

Trouble.

These clothes fit perfectly...

If an ordinary person were to wear it, of course there would be no problem.

But she...

Xing tried to put her arm into the sleeve of the jacket.

"Sizzle—"

The bone spur at my elbow was just touching the lining of my sleeve.

The expensive nanomaterial was instantly pushed up, creating a bulge.

I haven't used any force yet.

I could already hear the faint sound of the fibers breaking.

Xing immediately stopped what she was doing.

No.

This dress is too expensive.

This is a gift from Himeko.

If you put it on... as long as you move around a little, or even just sneeze...

Those uncontrolled bone spurs, like razor blades, will pierce through this beautiful garment from the inside...

It's been scratched to pieces.

That would be a shame.

Such a waste.

Xing took off her clothes and put them back on the bed.

She frowned and fell into deep thought.

How can I... wear the clothes without damaging them?

……

The only way.

It's just to make way for those bones...

Why not just cut off the fabric where the bone protrudes beforehand?

"I am a genius."

Xing gave herself a mental thumbs up.

She turned around and opened the drawer.

There was a large, sharp pair of scissors there, used for pruning flower branches.

"Click."

Xing tested the sharpness of the scissors.

then.

She picked up the brand-new, expensive jacket.

With a blank expression.

Align it with the center of your back.

……

"Knock knock knock!"

Joyful sounds of March 7th could be heard from outside the door.

"Star—! Are you done changing?"

"I want to see it! It must be so cute!"

I can't wait until March 7th.

She pushed the door open directly.

"Let me see ours..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

March 7th stood at the door, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

in the room.

Xing was sitting on the floor.

He was holding that big pair of scissors in his hand.

And around her...

Scattered all over the ground were black and yellow fabric scraps.

That is……

That brand new outfit that Himeko had carefully prepared.

now.

The back of the jacket had been cut into a huge, irregular hole.

Two pieces were cut off at the elbows of the sleeves.

The side of the skirt was also ripped open.

The once exquisite uniform now looks...

It looks like it's been chewed by a dog.

Dilapidated.

Riddled with holes.

"……star?"

March 7th's voice trembled.

She looked at Xing in disbelief.

"What...what are you doing?"

"Don't you like it?"

"If you don't like it... you can just say so..."

"Why...why did you have to cut it so badly?!"

March 7th's eyes suddenly reddened.

She knew all too well how much effort Himeko had put into this outfit.

The wear-resistant material was specially selected, and the size was specially tailored.

result……

Before I even put them on, they were cut into a pile of rags?!

Xing raised her head.

She looked at March 7th, who was on the verge of tears, and felt somewhat lost.

Did you cut it badly?

Nothing.

I'm doing... "improvement".

Xing put down the scissors.

She picked up the jacket, which had been cut to pieces, and put it on.

"Sizzle—"

The bone spurs on his back protruded unimpeded through the large hole that had been cut open.

The barbs on the elbows also peeked out from the holes in the cuffs.

perfect.

very perfect.

I didn't feel constricted by the fabric at all.

and……

Xing stretched her arms.

The clothes were not torn.

It was still intact on her body (in her opinion).

"Sizzle... (See, this way it won't break.)"

The star emitted two triumphant electric sounds.

She stood up and even spun around on the spot to show off her masterpiece.

The stark white bones exposed to the air created a bizarre and tragic contrast with the tattered clothing.

"What's wrong, March? Why are you making such a fuss..."

Himeko and Welt were also drawn to the commotion.

Himeko entered the room.

then.

She fell silent.

She looked at Xing, who was wearing that "tattered outfit".

Looking at those grotesque white bones sticking out from the holes.

Then I looked at Xing's "seeking praise" expression.

Himeko's gaze fell on the floor.

There.

Xing did not throw the cut-off pieces of cloth into the trash can.

in contrast.

She was squatting on the ground.

With that bandaged hand, carefully, piece by piece...

Pick up the pieces of fabric that have been cut off.

then.

Fold it neatly.

Neatly arranged on the bedside table.

It's like collecting some precious treasure.

"..."

Himeko took a deep breath.

She suddenly understood.

This child...

It's not that I don't like it at all.

She liked it too much.

I cherish it so much.

She couldn't bear to throw away even a scrap of cloth that had been cut off.

"Himeko-nee...she..."

March 7th choked up, wanting to say something.

Himeko reached out and stopped March 7.

"Stop talking."

Himeko's voice was a little hoarse. She turned her head and quickly wiped the corner of her eye.

"She's...adapting to us."

"In her own way."

Himeko stepped forward.

She didn't blame Xing for cutting up the clothes.

She knelt down and helped Xing pick up the last piece of cloth.

then.

She reached out and helped Xing straighten the unevenly cut collar.

They avoided those bone spurs.

"The cut... fits perfectly."

Himeko smiled, though the smile looked somewhat forced.

"It suits you perfectly."

"real."

Xing blinked.

really?

That's good.

She breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed the neatly folded pile of scraps of cloth under her pillow.

"Tsk—(Thank you.)"

Xing squinted her eyes contentedly.

Looking at her like this.

Walter silently took off his glasses at the door and wiped them with the corner of his shirt.

"...Let's go."

Walter whispered to March 7.

"Let her...rest for a while."

"We should also... prepare for the leap."

The door was closed gently.

Xing sat on the bed and touched the new clothes she was wearing that were full of holes.

It's so warm.

It's much warmer than that old trench coat.