Three Paths, One Battle

The battleground was a canvas of chaos, painted with the aftermath of a battle that would be written in the history books. Amidst the ruins, two figures stood out starkly against the backdrop of destruction. Fuwawa and Mococo, the twin hellhounds, were like statues of war gods, their fur matted with the blood of their adversaries. The sight would have unsettled any onlooker, yet Okayu's voice remained a beacon of tranquility in the gore scene.

"Is everything all right over there?" she asked, her tone betraying none of the horror that the scene presented.

Astro, who had been observing from a distance, found his gaze locked onto Okayu. Her indifference to the twins' bloodied state was as baffling as it was intriguing. Mococo's response was a mix of surprise and annoyance, "Hæh?!" It was Fuwawa who brought a semblance of order, her voice cutting through the tension, "Give us a second." With a gesture as graceful as it was lethal, Fuwawa invoked her spell, Absolute Zero. The air crackled with energy, and a wave of frost spread rapidly, transforming the advancing enemies into statues of ice. Their expressions were frozen in time, a silent testament to the power they had underestimated.

Fuwawa turned back to Okayu, her expression unchanging, "What were you saying?"

Okayu's question came once more, this time with a hint of concern threading through her words. Mococo explained their predicament; the haters were not just increasing in number but evolving into more formidable foes.

Okayu's frown deepened. "That is unfortunate," she said, her mind already racing with the implications. "The elites need to have an emergency meeting."

It was Astro who offered a solution, his voice firm and decisive. "I can help them, no problem. The sooner they're done, the sooner they can attend the meeting."

The proposition hung in the air for a moment before Okayu sought the twins' consent. "Is that okay with you, Fuwawa, Mococo?"

Their simultaneous affirmation, "Yes, please," was met with snickers from Astro, Okayu, and Tricky.

Astro then turned to Tricky, curiosity in his eyes. "What will you do?"

"I'm going to look for the white cat girl," she replied, a sense of urgency in her voice.

Astro had forgotten their initial quest.

"I'll assist Fuwawa and Mococo; you search for her. See you in a bit."

Tricky's agreement was swift, "Alright, see ya in a bit."

With their roles defined, Okayu transmitted the coordinates to Astro, her voice steady and clear. Before Astro could embark on his journey, Okayu imparted a piece of wisdom, "Breathe in and out, and feel your power flow through your veins. Now, think of the coordinates and the twin hellhounds."

In the space of a heartbeat, Astro was gone, spirited away by the power of his own focus and Okayu's guidance.

"Alright, Astro is on their way, Fuwamoco. See you two later at the meeting," Okayu concluded, ending the call with a sense of finality.

"Bau bau," came the twins' playful reply.

As Okayu and Tricky left the building, they exchanged brief farewells. Tricky ascended into the sky, with a screech of joy. Okayu put on her sunglasses and summoned her limousine.

"H jail, please," she instructed the driver, her voice echoing with authority.

Meanwhile, Astro found himself amidst the twins, ready to confront the horde. "Ah, you're finally here," Fuwawa greeted, her voice a mix of relief and anticipation.

Mococo briefed Astro on the dire situation. "We've sent scouts. They've confirmed thousands of haters remaining, and some are appearing from thin air. We need to eliminate them immediately and find the source of their emergence."

Astro nodded, feeling the weight of the honor bestowed upon him to fight alongside the twin guardian hellhounds. As they braced themselves for the impending battle, Astro felt a surge of power, a strength magnified by the twins' unleashed auras. He made a mental note to inquire about this phenomenon with Okayu later, as he had experienced a similar sensation with Ame, Okayu, Tricky, and Korone.

Fuwamoco's urgent cry snapped him back to reality. "HERE THEY COME!"

The battle was about to begin, and the fate of their world hung in the balance.

Inside the jail, Okayu's presence commanded respect and fear. The guard, upon seeing her, bowed deeply, his voice quivering as he spoke, "Miss, what brings you here?"

"Bring me to jail 666-420," Okayu demanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The guard hesitated, visibly shaken by the request, but Okayu's stern gaze compelled him to act. "Understood, this way, ma'am," he said, leading her down the cold, echoing corridors.

On the other side of the city, Tricky was on a lead. Her search had led her to a local celebrity who claimed to have seen the white cat girl. "She was last seen in the studio," the celebrity divulged, her voice low. "She might still be there."

With a quick word of thanks, Tricky dashed through the bustling streets.The studio loomed ahead, its entrance guarded by two imposing bouncers. Their stern faces were unwelcoming, their stance unyielding.

"I need to get inside," Tricky said, her voice firm yet respectful. But the bouncers were immovable, their response a resolute "No entry."

As Tricky's frustration mounted, a sudden commotion caught everyone's attention. A figure approached, her presence commanding despite her delicate features. With hair as white as snow, Ears as white as the top of a mountain, and a tail that swayed with a grace all its own, she stood before the bouncers.

"Oi, is that a way for treating a lady?" she chided, her tone a blend of amusement and reprimand.

The bouncers, taken aback by her sudden appearance and the authority in her voice, could only stare at the girl's presence.