Sister Rescue Plan

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A sharp whistling sound rang out as a rush-class Honkai Beast flapped its wings and flew in, pink arcs of light extending from between its wings.

Yoyo Mirai skillfully dodged it and slammed it to the ground with a palm strike. Sparks flew and heat penetrated the metal casing, burning all the internal components in a series of crackling explosions.

The two walked around the clothing store and found only this one Honkai Beast. Himeko glanced at Izayoi Mirai's hand and said, "Your gloves are really amazing."

“A family heirloom.” Youxiao Mirai said without hesitation, “I heard that my ancestors went to China during the Ming Dynasty, met an immortal, and were given this treasure. It has been kept in the family and has been passed down to this day.”

Himeko's expression was somewhat strange. Current research suggests that the technology of the previous generation far surpassed that of this generation. The so-called immortals must have obtained the technological legacy of the previous generation. People at that time could not understand it, so they revered them as immortals. Thinking about it this way, it does have some truth to it.

But who would just give away a weapon, especially to an ordinary person? A weapon that an ordinary person can use and that has decent power should be quite valuable, right?

Wait, Himeko's thinking took a turn. What if she's not an ordinary person?

She looked at Yu Xiaolai. His strength and stamina were not those of a normal person. Even a martial artist would find it difficult to swing a person weighing over 100 pounds around like a weapon.

When he saw Himeko looking thoughtful, Izayoi Mirai knew he had it in the bag. As for what she imagined, that was none of his business. But he still had to put on an act: "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you attracted by my handsomeness?"

"It's nothing." Himeko took a tracksuit and went into the fitting room, closing the door behind her. "Don't peek."

After thinking for a moment, Izayoi Mirai took off her pants.

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Wow, no one has commented on the Mami Tomoe shoes from the giveaway yet. Haven't you all watched Oregairu? Or am I just too ahead of my time?

Chapter 5: Another date turned sour?

The trousers of the suit also hindered her movement, but Izayoi Mirai never had a chance to change them. After all, Himeko was right next to her, and she couldn't just run around in her underwear. What if Himeko got distracted and got slashed?

After changing into her sweatpants, Himeko soon came out of the fitting room. The sportswear couldn't completely hide Himeko's figure, but compared to before, it wasn't nearly as alluring.

Himeko caught a glimpse of regret in Izayoi Mirai's eyes, raised the dress she had just changed out of, still warm from her body, and gave a mischievous smile:

"Do you want it?"

Izayoi Mirai looked away and said in a calm tone, "I don't want to."

"Looks like you're not as perverted as I thought." Himeko casually tossed the tattered dress to the ground. She noticed a pair of shoes with cotton socks on them outside the fitting room.

After kicking off her high heels, Himeko continued to move forward barefoot. Her rapid running and fighting left her delicate feet covered in blood, the soles of her feet worn raw and bleeding.

"You're quite thoughtful, aren't you? I'm almost falling for you." Himeko praised, bending down to put on her shoes and socks. Even though blood would congeal on the socks afterward, taking them off was like tearing off a layer of skin, but it was still more comfortable during battle, and shoes were also a form of protection for the feet.

"It's perfectly normal for someone to be infatuated with me."

Izayoi Mirai readily accepted Himeko's compliment. Looking at Himeko's rounded buttocks taut from bending over, he felt a stirring of desire. Having only stepped out of his room two days prior, it was normal for the young man, experiencing such pleasures for the first time, to be somewhat unable to control himself. However—

He touched the pendant on his chest, wondering if he had been too much of a jerk.

"Alright, let's go." Himeko stood up, her chest pounding again, and dragged the corpse outside.

This wasn't the one that Izayoi Mirai gave her at the beginning. Basically, a corpse would need to be replaced with a new one before half a battle was over, and this overly aggressive fighting style made it difficult to preserve an intact corpse.

We still need to find a suitable weapon as soon as possible.

Himeko looked at the sky with a worried expression. She should have been in charge of the situation on the Hyperion at this time, but now she was trapped in the sky, and Theresa should be in charge. Could she command the Hyperion well?

As the site of the Third Honkai Impact, this place may be the location of a Herrscher.

Izayoi Mirai walked beside her: "What's wrong? What are you worried about?"

"nothing."

Himeko shook her head and said nothing. In her opinion, Izayoi Mirai was just an outsider. Even if she seemed a bit unusual, she didn't understand anything about Schicksal and wouldn't understand even if she spoke to her.

Yuuyo Mirai followed Himeko to the police station, somewhat worried. Himeko, who had been fighting the Herrscher Mei on the Hyperion, was here. What would happen to the Hyperion? Could it withstand the Herrscher after it arrived?

Or is it that Doris, who would fail twice even against a pseudo-Herrscher, could contribute?

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Because Cocolia destroyed the communication facilities in Changkong City, Theresa, as the highest-ranking official of the Far East Branch, received the news ten minutes after the Honkai Impact 3rd occurred.

"What?! Changkong City has collapsed, and Himeko is trapped inside?!"

She jumped up from her chair, a few scraps of paper still scattered on the floor. "Isn't she the captain of the Hyperion? Why is she acting alone!"

Himeko's adjutant had to stand even straighter so he could see Theresa's silhouette: "She was on a date with someone in Changkong City earlier."

The adjutant looked somewhat embarrassed as he said this.

"So, this bomb-wielding woman's plan to marry herself off has failed again?" Unable to see anyone, Theresa emerged from behind her desk. "Was she carrying any weapons?"

The adjutant shook his head, and Theresa's expression also turned serious. She hadn't even brought any weapons; Himeko was in grave danger this time.

"Start the Hyperion and head to Changkong City. Also, notify all A-rank Valkyries in the academy to board the ship and rescue Himeko."

She hurried out with her short legs. Himeko, you must hold on!

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The bullet was fired from the barrel, spinning as it hurtled towards the assassin, whistling through the air with a sharp sound.

The assassin's skull was ripped open, and his red and white brain matter splattered out and covered the ground.

The advance of the suicide squad was blocked by Yoyo Mirai. He wielded two batons and fought the suicide squad to a standstill. He tried using a gun twice, but his accuracy was appalling, so he gave up.

It's best not to waste ammunition at this point.

The two were in danger. After looting a lot of guns and ammunition from the police station, Izayoi Mirai thought things would be much safer this time. But as soon as she stepped outside, she encountered a female assassin with pigtails.

She floated in the air, with two coffins floating beside her. Behind her followed a large group of assassins, all wielding double swords, who charged at the two without a word after they bumped into them.

This time, Yoruichi didn't dare to rush into the assassin's arms and unleash a combo attack like before.

Behind this group were five or six archers, armed and ready to fire an arrow at any moment.

Youxiao must ensure he is always aware of his surroundings. He dares not test whether these archer ladies are worried about accidentally injuring friendly forces. No matter how you look at them, they are not the kind of civilized, morally upright suicide soldiers.

whoosh-

Three arrows came from different directions, all aimed at Himeko. Izayoi Mirai stood in front of her and caught the arrows.

Flames flew everywhere.

This wasn't just the flame on Yoru's gloves; the arrows fired by the assassins also contained flames, but hers involved attaching heat to the arrow shaft, which only erupted the moment it hit its target.

The gloves from the future of Yoruichi not only come with their own flames, making them completely immune to similar attacks, but they are also strong yet flexible, making them very difficult to penetrate.

The damage marked by the system refers to the gauntlet, which is almost completely gone, with only a small remnant remaining, making it identifiable that it should have had a gauntlet.

Could this be a weapon belonging to an immortal?

While fighting, Yoruichi still had the mind to think. He had done an experiment before, and the higher the Honkai energy content in the magic, the more active the glove became. In Honkai Impact 3rd, he only knew Fu Hua as the only person who used this as a weapon.

Of course, this could also have been used by someone else, but they just didn't leave their name.

Himeko took down another assassin with a single shot, but then saw two more assassins summoned beside the twin-tailed assassin: "Future, go and kill that undead assassin first, otherwise we'll be dragged down to death sooner or later."

"Then be careful."

Yoruichi was standing here purely to help Himeko block the rushing assassins; otherwise, there would be too many assassins for Himeko to handle, and the archers would easily find an opening.

Magic flowed into the glove, and the clear chirping of birds rang out again. The flames on the Yoru Mirai gauntlet even began to take shape, like a flying bird.

He sliced ​​through the ranks of the undead like a paper cutter, flames mixed with flesh and blood dancing in the air, a line of fire stretching straight out, pointing directly at the undead warriors.

The undead warrior did not dodge, allowing Yoruichi Mirai to rush in front of her. Then, black mist condensed, and a jet-black beam of light suddenly shot out.

Chapter Six: My Kidneys!

Yuuyo Mirai lowered her body and lunged forward, grabbing the leg of the undead warrior.

Although it was icy cold, it was quite bouncy. Izayoi Mirai subconsciously squeezed it, but unfortunately she was wearing gloves and couldn't touch it directly.

Black mist swirled, and Honkai energy transformed into a storm that swept up from the undead warriors, like running naked in a raging wind in the dead of winter, with sharp, stinging pain assaulting their faces.

A faint golden light emerged from Izayoi Mirai's body, like a knife striking a heavy bronze bell, with dull sounds echoing one after another. Her golden skin was cut open, leaving only shallow scars.

Vajradhatu Mandala!

To conceal her unusual condition, Izayoi Mirai kept her eyes tightly shut, bracing herself against the Honkai energy swirling down from above, and wildly flung the undead warriors around.

The dark beam of light swept around with Yosuke Mirai's movements, circling from the sky to the ground several times. Any buildings that were grazed by it collapsed silently, not to mention the flesh-and-blood assassins. Most of the summoned assassins died at the hands of the undead assassins themselves.

Himeko wasn't having an easy time either. Although the elimination of the assassins relieved some of her pressure, the Honkai beams that were shooting everywhere didn't discriminate. The unpredictable shooting made it even more difficult to dodge, and even though she was a veteran of many battles, she was in danger several times.

Fortunately, Izayoi Mirai slowed down, otherwise Himeko would probably have died at the hands of her date.

Feeling the undead warrior in her hand suddenly become lighter, and the force that kept pushing forward disappeared, Yoru knew that she had stopped releasing the beam.

With her arms bulging with muscles and veins, Yushou Mirai slammed the undead warrior into the ground with all her might. The ground shook, and shallow dents appeared on the asphalt. Dark red bloodstains spread out. Yushou Mirai grabbed her two ankles and forcefully spread them apart!

scoff!

The undead warriors were torn in two like broken dolls, their blood and entrails splattering through the air and soaking Yoshou Mirai.

whoosh-

An arrow flew from afar, approaching silently without a sound.

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through her side—a warning—but it was too late. Yuuyo Mirai desperately twisted her body, trying to avoid it.

The scorching arrow pierced his abdomen in an instant, the heat exploding inside him and ravaging his internal organs.

"future!!"

The surviving archer was killed by the enraged Himeko with her bare hands. She dragged the archer's corpse, cleared away the remaining assassins, and then walked to Izayoi Mirai's side.

Youxiao Mirai had already pulled the arrow out. His internal organs were regenerating in the flames. If the arrow had been left inside, it would have been burned off immediately, and then he would have been exposed.

"You better hold on, don't just die like this."

Himeko grabbed Yosuke Mirai's hand and looked at the horrific state of his abdomen. The external wounds were like charcoal, and the dry, cracked muscles were turned outwards. More importantly, an abnormal pale white color was spreading across his body, which was proof of being corroded by Honkai energy.