Sister Rescue Plan

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Himeko looks like she has such long legs, but she's only 167cm tall? Are you kidding me?

Chapter Three: The skirt needs to be torn.

"Damn it, why did it have to happen at this time!"

Himeko sensed the Honkai energy eruption the instant she turned her head. She happened to see the hotel staff standing in various places turn to ashes. When she turned her head again, to her surprise, Izayoi Mirai was still standing there, without any ashes.

However, her exposed hands and face were gradually turning pale. She knew that this was because her body had developed resistance to Honkai energy, and she was about to become a Deadpool.

"terribly sorry."

Himeko muttered to herself, lifting her long skirt and sweeping her powerfully beautiful legs toward his head. She wanted to kill him before Izayoi completely turned into a Deadpool. She felt a little regretful; this junior was quite to her liking.

Snapped!

Izayoi Mirai firmly grasped Himeko's leg, looked at her, and whistled: "Black lace, Himeko-senpai, you have great taste."

Are you alright?

Himeko was surprised. Although his appearance was gradually becoming like a Deadpool, he still maintained a stable consciousness, which was rare. Moreover, he was very strong, and not just anyone could catch her kick.

"Something's wrong." Izayoi Mirai touched her face, which felt a little stiff. "But I think I can still be saved."

Seeing that Yushou Mirai didn't seem to be controlled by the Honkai, Himeko kicked off her high heels, grabbed his hand while holding her skirt, and ran into the hotel. This position not only allowed her to detect his movements at any time, but also allowed her to kick him away immediately. Even if she couldn't kick him away, she could use the momentum to run further away.

Yushou Mirai followed her: "Himeko-senpai, this is our first time meeting. Isn't this moving a bit too fast? Besides, with something like this happening now, I'm not in the mood for this at all."

"Shut up, I'm going to find you some fun guys, don't be scared to death later."

"Don't worry about that. I'm known as Zhao Zilong, the White Horse Silver Spear. I can easily kill him seven times with a steel spear."

Spouting ambiguous dirty jokes all the way, Himeko dragged Izayoi Mirai to the small room in the hotel where the cleaning tools were stored, and kicked the door open.

Himeko said to Izayoi Mirai, "Let's pick one that suits us."

She bent down and tore open the long hem of her skirt, revealing two slender, beautiful legs standing out between the ripped fabric, which was particularly alluring.

While silently reciting "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form," Yosuke Miku openly admired the scene. He casually picked up two iron-handled mops, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit it on the dry cloth strips.

"Well done." Himeko took a still-burning mop, not caring about his gaze. "If you want to see, there will be plenty of time later. Just don't lose your life because of this."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Izayoi Mirai took off her suit jacket and threw it on the ground, making it easier to move around. To be honest, if Himeko hadn't been there, changing clothes and getting weapons would have been much easier for her, but it was inconvenient to expose herself now, as her spatial abilities could easily remind people of the Herrscher.

Himeko reached into her bosom and pulled out her phone amidst a surge of waves, only to find there was no signal. Looking somewhat anxious, she glanced at Izayoi Mirai and asked, "You don't seem surprised?"

"Being surprised won't help. Judging from Himeko-senpai's actions, it must be a very urgent situation. We should discard those emotions that will only make things worse and think about something more meaningful."

Izayoi Mirai, holding a steel rod, surveyed her surroundings. Seeing no trace of Deadpool or Honkai Beasts, she continued, "For example, find the kitchen and get some knives for self-defense."

Himeko noticed that Izayoi Mirai's movements with the stick were very professional, indicating that she must be skilled in martial arts.

"Have you practiced?"

"I've practiced it."

The two walked extremely fast, yet landed silently, like felines stealthily hunting, and quickly found the kitchen.

With the knife in hand, Himeko's somewhat anxious heart calmed down a bit. Without the Valkyrie armor, her combat power couldn't be fully unleashed, but fortunately, her partner beside her was reliable: "What's next?"

"Go to the police station, the knife from the hotel is too short."

Yushou Mirai took out her phone, opened the Changkong City map she had downloaded earlier, and tossed it to Himeko: "The navigation isn't working. Take a look at the map and lead me there. I have a bad sense of direction."

Reading a map was no challenge for Himeko, who had undergone military training; she took the lead and walked ahead.

As the two approached the hotel entrance, they grew increasingly wary. Himeko cautiously reminded them, "We're about to encounter some monsters, each with different abilities. You must be careful."

Youxiao Mirai nodded. They both understood that they were lucky before because there were no assassins in the hotel. Once they got out, things would be different.

As they stepped out of the hotel, the girls who roamed outside like zombies noticed the two of them and pounced on them, letting out unintelligible roars.

Those who survived the Honkai are gradually becoming suicide warriors, but they have not yet become true suicide warriors.

With a single slash of his staff, Izayoi Mirai severed half of a girl's head, the red and white colors bursting forth. He was somewhat surprised by the ease with which the battle had gone, while Himeko on the other side was astonished by Izayoi Mirai's power.

"Could it be that he also possesses similar potential to the Kaslana family?"

It's a pity about Yushou's future; they were all such good girls, but now they can only die under his stick.

He pulled the steel rod from one girl's chest and then stabbed it into another girl's body. The steel pipe of the mop was a bit too thin, and it would go in easily with a little force, which was inconvenient in a group battle.

On the other side, Himeko used a wide-ranging, powerful swing, sweeping down a large group of girls with her iron rod.

Yoyo Mirai simply shoved the steel bar into the ground, pulled out a pair of red boxing gloves from her pocket, put them on, and met the charging girls with her iron fists.

In a simple hand-to-hand combat, Izayoi Mirai unleashed her full power. With each rise and fall of her chest, her head, shoulders, fists, and elbows became weapons. Each contact sent the Deadpool-like girl flying, her head and chest dented and broken at the slightest touch.

Unlike the exhilarating battles of the past, these girls were far too fragile, so fragile that Yoshou Mirai could clearly recognize that just a few minutes ago, they were ordinary girls. Moreover, he knew that the collapse of Changkong City this time was man-made, and that Cocolia sacrificed the entire Changkong City for the sole purpose of finding the suitable candidate to conquer the gem.

A wisp of anger lingered in his heart, and beneath the shirt of Yosui Mirai, the flames of wrath surrounding Fudo Myoo were exceptionally vivid and lifelike.

The magic flowing through Yosuke Mirai's body was drawn in, and the dormant red flame in his lower abdomen trembled.

scoff-

Flames suddenly erupted from Mirai Izayoi's two gloves, accompanied by the faint, melodious chirping of birds. The Dead Servants who came into contact with the flames were instantly ignited, burning like torches.

What is this ghost?

Yushou Mirai froze for a moment. Just then, a sharp buzzing sound came from behind him, and a pink arc of light flashed with a cold glint, swiftly slicing towards his neck.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

It almost ran out of power and shut down automatically.

Chapter Four: Only Corpses Are Really That Exciting

A kitchen knife flew through the air and pierced the mosquito-like Honkai Beast. The huge impact made it pause. Yuuyo Mirai seized the opportunity and punched it. Blazing flames rose from her fist again, directly blasting the Honkai Beast to pieces.

Himeko glanced at his gauntlets but said nothing. Even if she was curious, now wasn't the time to ask. She swept her arms around once more, clearing a path, and charged out first.

"Follow!"

Yushou Mirai pulled out a steel rod and followed closely behind.

"That was just a charging Honkai Beast. I'll explain what a Honkai Beast is later when I have time. What you need to pay attention to are its characteristics."

Himeko spoke very quickly, but Izayoi was unable to keep up, so he nodded to Himeko to continue.

"Just like its name suggests, it attacks by lunging forward at great speed, easily slicing through muscles and bones, so you can't afford to be hit by it. However, there is a brief pause before it lunges forward. If you seize this opportunity, you can dodge or even counterattack."

As soon as she finished explaining, Himeko stopped in her tracks. Several figures appeared in front of the two of them. They were all white, wielding double blades, with long hair flowing behind them, looking extremely elegant.

"Those are assassins, they know swordsmanship, you need to be careful."

Himeko gripped the steel rod tightly. Normally, she wouldn't care how many of these assassins came, but now, without armor or a suitable weapon, she could only hope that this mop handle could hold out a little longer. Fortunately, there weren't many of them.

Yushou Mirai charged forward, steel rod in hand. The slender rod aimed at the assassin's chest, the iron rod piercing through the thick layer of fat, but failing to penetrate the heart. The assassin seemed to feel no pain, decisively shifting her body. The rod emerged from under her armpit, and then she swung her sword down.

collapse--

A violent tremor came from the front of the steel pole, where the part that had been slashed by the assassin had cracked open, and it looked like it would break after a couple more hits.

Yuxiao tried to pull it out, but several other assassins had already charged in. Two red lights shone through the blurry faces shrouded in black mist, and six blades slashed down in a cross pattern.

At that moment, Himeko's reinforcements arrived. The steel rod blocking the six blades was cut in half, and the broken pieces of the rod flew everywhere. Yushou Mirai blocked the flying fragments with one hand, and with the other hand, she swung her long rod and stabbed it into the abdomen of the assassin behind her.

Blood spurted out as Yushou Mirai crashed headfirst into the arms of a suicide soldier. Five fingers burning with flames pierced her chest, and the extreme heat instantly turned her beating heart into charcoal. Yushou Mirai casually lifted her body and swung it around, smashing it into another suicide soldier.

Himeko pulled out the steel bar that Izayoi Mirai had abandoned, and several more sprays of blood rose into the air.

……

After taking down these assassins, Yoruichi adjusted his breathing. His body hadn't yet adapted to the Honkai energy, and he had to stop breathing when there were people around. He was used to interacting with the world all the time, and this feeling made him feel very awkward.

"I didn't expect you to be so skilled."

Himeko said with a smile.

Yushou Mirai shook her head: "Martial arts are originally designed to deal with humans. All the routines and moves are designed to strike the vulnerable parts of the human body. It was okay against the smaller Honkai Beasts before, but if there are larger ones or those with strange shapes, I won't have such a big advantage."

He walked towards the spot where the assassins had fallen, intending to retrieve the knife they had left behind, which was far more useful than a mop handle.

Before he could even get close, the jet-black knives vanished, leaving only a pile of corpses.

"Gan!"

Yuuyo thought she could loot the corpses and upgrade her equipment.

Seeing that Izayoi Mirai was getting agitated, Himeko chuckled and said, "Don't think about it. Those knives are all formed from Honkai energy. Honkai energy is a kind of magical energy that fills the air, and it's the source of this disaster. Let's get out of here. The guns in the police station are pretty ordinary, but they're still quite lethal. If we can hold out for a while, someone will come to rescue us."

Izayoi Mirai was still somewhat unwilling. He looked at the corpse on the ground, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Himeko stared in disbelief as Izayoi Mirai dragged over two corpses and handed one to her.

"You have really unusual tastes."

“Turning waste into treasure and being thrifty are virtues,” said Yoshou Mirai earnestly. “I think Himeko’s style is very bold and unrestrained, and such a thin mop handle is not very convenient. Let’s just use this one. It’s heavier, has a larger surface area, and is powerful enough.”

Himeko wasn't being coy. She made a couple of jokes and then brought it up. She didn't have any psychological barriers. The living are more important than the dead. Having experienced countless battlefields, Himeko understood this sentence perfectly. She hadn't used it before only because the logistics were sufficient at the time, and she didn't need to do it this way.

"and many more."

On the way to the police station, Izayoi Mirai stopped Himeko and pointed to a clothing store next door: "Change into this first, it's inconvenient for you to move around."

The inconvenience was actually just a euphemism used by Yushou Mirai. After many battles along the way, Himeko's clothes were already tattered, revealing a lot of skin between the torn garments. Normally, Yushou Mirai would be happy to admire this, but the situation was more tense now. She didn't know when a zombie or Honkai Beast might pop out from the corner, so she couldn't be distracted.

Himeko raised an eyebrow: "You're quite the gentleman. I thought this would inspire you."

The wrong thing was stimulated.

Somewhat helplessly, Yosuke followed Himeko into the clothing store.