Inside his sea conscious—the usual members were there.
Despite all of them having the same identity each one had an contrasting appearance and personality.
21 looked like an introvert adult that containd traces of his sunny appearance when he was younger.
17 looked like an introvert. As per of his age, he had the 'youth' in him… although his aura shouted nope.
(About to be) 6 had this aura of darkness around him while his face looked absolutely adorable.
Zero Looked… black. Yeah he hadn't an exact figure, doesn't he.
"@%*¥=&#-(&*#@ THIS IS UNFAIR!! Why… Why am I the only one looking like a trap!?" Obviously, Kuro were the one who said that.
"I know, right? Why are 17 aren't fat, didn't he stay all-night inside his house without working out?" This time it was 21.
"Shut up. You don't need to workout to not get fat. Just eat while considering the amount." 17 said calmly.
"Anyway. I figured it out. We have a cheat. And that cheat is…" 17 pointed his hand.
Past the destination where 17's finger were pointed out was… the black hole-like guy out there.
"Mind an explanation? Instead of keeping silences? It involves our life after all."
P̸̯̖͔̝̫̎̈́̌̈̓̈́̚͝ó̴̻̯͚̮̗͛̀͒̿ͅs̷̛̩̞̻̹͉̪̊́̈́̾̔̂̒͝͝í̵̡̛̩̤̫̜͚̟̥̮̓́̍̕͜t̴̼͐́͆̀͘͝͝i̸͔͛̀v̶̹̈́̋͛̌̈e̷̩͂̀͛̊
Í̴̻͙̟̘̼̤͕̉́̓̌̊͗̕͝ ̷̫̇̚d̷̮͙̪͍̗̬͍̣̗͇́e̵̟̲͈̼͂̒͛̆̍ͅv̷̘͍͙̰̱̥̩̆̈́͂̊̄́̒͝ǫ̸̟͚̗̱̭͍̑͌̽̈̿̌͝u̵͇͚̦̙͔͂́͗̌̇̐̔r̸͉̟̼̘̘̜̙̀͗ ̴̼̈́̏̈́ẃ̴͙͈̍͆͊͘h̶͖̽̽̄̓̇̃̾͝ȧ̴͔͎̮̝͔̦̩̫̟͗͋̏̉̓̏͂̒͝t̴̢̮͔̺̝̱͇̲̞̓̿ ̷͙͍̱̄͐̎͌̕͝Í̶̢̧̡͔̓̀͋́̽ͅͅ ̷̧̡̙̖̝̮̙͕̞̐͐̈̓̆f̸̘̭̲͊i̵͂̓̇̌͝͠ͅń̷̨̨̝̭͎̭̞̫́̌̀̕ͅd̷̖̮̘̤̞̥̺̮͌̈́͊͆̍ ̸̫̊͛̏͗d̸͚͓̺͚̔e̷̠̟͂͌̈́̚͝l̸̜̐͌̃͗̓̿̔̓i̸̩̮͙̮̯͚̳̅̈́͑͐̍͜͝c̶̼̠̳̮̎͒̓̿͐̌͝i̵͇͔͗̋̊̕ö̵͖͈́͂ư̶̭̟̳͕̓́͗̿̍s̴̹̬͉̗̩̱̪̫̊͑̒̎̿̐́͠͠ͅ
"So what we ate (devour), will be stolen from enemy? Any side-effects? How much can you devour?"
D̵̢̰̗͌͒̒̽̇͜͝e̸̟̾͋̆̽̀͝͠p̴̬͎̯̜̞̟̓̈́̃̈͂̓̚̚̕ę̴̧̧̢̛̪̖̌̋͋̐̀̔͌̍̅n̶͎̝̬̰̱͎̩͚̾d̷̢̰̳͖̪́͋͐͒̓̏̽̕s̸̡͓͚̲̐̀͛̋
Ȓ̸̭͎͇̻͉͙̩̀͋̃͜a̷͙̬͈̳͈͖͘b̷̡̧̞̞̬̭̹̰̗͔̀̋͐̉b̷̯̾̈́͛̑͌̄͘̕͝͝i̶̻͍̙̇̐͒́̚͘͝ͅť̵̠̝̐̀͐͋́̕̚ ̶̱͍͚̓̎̂̓̕͘ͅs̶͕̫̞͈̈̎̓̂̑̽̀͠n̴͇̘̫̥͎̽ͅā̵̪̇̊̈̐͘ć̶̖͍̱̰͖̅͑̃̚͜͝ḱ̶̳̤̬̜͈̟͖͙̋̉́̿̈́̊͠͝ ̶̢̛͈͕̹̦̹͖̫͍̝̑̓́̆̎́̒̉i̴̧̟̤̘̟̰͈̺̍͗̀́́̽͜͜s̷̨̘̗̑̕ ̸̭̜͕͖̟͒͘̕t̵̡͖̯͑͛̂̒͗͂͗̕͝o̷̢̝̼͖͋̐̑̃̂̓̈́̇͝ơ̷̯͎̳̍͐̋̌̾̚ ̶͔͎̻͆̈́̕͝m̸̞̪̖͑͑̔̃̐̋͗͛̕͝ư̵̯̦̱͇͔̪̤̗͛̆̓̽̑̆́̊č̵̲̽̊̇͊̀̕͜h̵͕̑͐͋͝ ̵̡͚̱̰̳͒t̴͔̰͍̰̾̈́̕͝ͅo̴̤͕͇̝͎͂̈́͛͠ ̸̜̙͂̌̉͐͒f̴̧̮̺͉̥̦̘̤͗͘ͅͅṷ̵̡̈͂̂̊̋̈̀̌͝l̴̛̟͙̖͂͑̄̍̇͂͐͝l̶̛̟̰̲͔̠̫͓͍̓̌̇̑̓͝y̸̢̭̥̦͚̩͉̯̙͑̽ ̸̘͚̩̉ḕ̷̗̣͕̦̿̂͋̈́́̽̕ḁ̴̧̯̹̖͎̐̿̆͝ț̵̘͓͖́̀̏͑̉̍.̴̧̢̖̬̟͖̮͈̼̼̀
S̶̨͖̗͔̩̼̊͛̚̕i̴͓̺̻̹̣͚̬͖̥̘͐͒ḋ̸̫̗̙͓̲͔̮ͅe̴̛̟̟̟̩͑̓̆̋̒̈́͜ ̴̻̘̈́̇̄̿̊́ͅē̷̮̹͂͛f̸̧͉̲̻̻̱̰̄̓f̸̡̦̺̙̮͍͇̼͗͛͋͑̓̋̑̅͜e̴͔̺̬̿̑̎͂̎̿͐̈́̋c̴̨̻̆͆̄͜͝t̷̛͖̝̠͉̱̭̮̐̅̾͊̎̄͂̈͛,̸̡̩̣͑͛̃ ̴̯̦̘͕̒̄N̴̢̢͔̮̰̈͜͝ơ̸͉̟̻̊̂̔́͘̚ǹ̴̝̱̳̪̾̄͆.
"Hmm… so how is it, Kuro?" 17 asked himself.
"I don't think I will be using this from now on." Kuro shook his head.
H̸̦͛̎̑ö̵͖̟͖̤̦h̵͔͈͗͑̓͛̈́̒̑̀͝͝?̶̡̮͓̮̣̬͔̆͛̓̏͑͂̈͋ͅ ̶͈̲͚̦̉͛͛͑̔̀͆͝͠͝ͅE̵̙̣̟̣̯̬̺͈͈̿̎n̷͓͔͔̘̥̩̼͍̥̺͋͘l̸̜͉͒͌̌͛̍͐i̶̧̭̯͉̣̭̝̗̲̙̎̔́̾̑̆̓̉ģ̷̱̜͑̈̆͛̈́̅̉͘̚h̴̨͕̲̥͙̹̺̪̩̥̊͘ţ̵͋̄̀͝e̴͖͐̒̏̆ṇ̷̍̓͑͑͐̀̃́͠ ̶̬̟̺͑̎̈́ͅm̵͉̥̩̮̤͎̘͇̹̈́̄̇̑̇̉̓e̵̼̼̠͖̪͕̯̮̭͊̓̕
"If it was copying, I would abuse of this power but if it was 'taking', I don't want to. I am not broken enough to steal someone's efforts just for my benefit."
What Kuro gave was a rather adult-answer.
…̶̭͎͚͐̈́̿Ǎ̷̮̞͎̩͚̩͙̹̈́̀͒̍́̇̇́̚š̶̡̡̳̗̮̞̃͋̈͌̀͝ͅ ̸̨̡̼̳̰̪̹̊͑̓̄̾́̏͋͘e̶̢̞̼͍͚̤͕̞̿̀͊̽̅͆́͜x̸̢͇̫̼͍̦̲̪̰͒̄͛p̴̭͔̯̰͊̏͋̿͘e̸̖̺̥̥̣̻̦̹͇̓͆̌̌̈́͊̈c̵̩̝̮̤͆̚̚t̵̯͓͔̉̓̀͘ë̷̯̲̮̜̪́̊̎̐̋͝d̴̨̙̖͑̽̈̀͝ ̴̛̫̯̲̦̜̺͂̔̎̀̀͋̔͘͠o̸̝̰̬͈̤͔͑̒̐f̷̺̯͎͙̠̪̯̝̬̳̈́̉͗̇̊̊ ̶̦̖͖̻͎̘͗̾̍̌m̵̼̠̯̞̰̏͑̅e̵̟̼̞̯͎̙̼̖͍͚̐ meanwhile, Zero blurted out something in a small voice.
"Anyway, rather than that! I've wanted to ask you, 21." Kuro pointd to 21 which is himself.
"What is it."
"What do you think of Hololive Members? Do you 'love' them?" Kuro disguised his own question. He was really a children filled with curiosity.
"That's a rather complicated question; well to make it simple I do love 'them'." Kuro couldn't understand what 21 was saying but 17 did.
"Then, what if you met the 'person inside,' and have a chance to be intimate relationship, what would you do?" It was 17's turn—he changed the question into something different.
"That's too much of an question… but well that answers Kuro's question as well."
"I do love the Hololives as Hololive (Character) but not the person inside… let's change how I say it."
"If I met the person inside the character in real life, I'd like to become friends with them… maybe play with them some game? And wish their health."
"I won't go as far as to want to marry with them just because I like their 2nd persona." Kuro tilted his head on 21's answers.
"So in the end what do you want to say?" Kuro questioned once more.
"I meant… Kid don't need to think of it something complicated. Get older first. If you like Ayame, just be there for her, until the right time you can proudl-…"
"Gaaah… why am I feeling so embarrassed saying something to myself." 21 squatted in embarrassment as he cut off his sequences.
"But… do I like her?"
***facepalm***
'''F*** you God, I hate myself.'''
Wait, does Zero even have a face to palm? Unbothered by the facepalms around, Kuro began to wander deeply.
"Tha-that's why time exists, right? You will find it out whether you like her as time passes." Suppressing his irritation, 21 said to himself.
"Anyway. Time has passed. Go have fun out there, me." 17 calmly smiled to Kuro.
"Okay!" As children as he is, he already forgot about the romance talks he was having.
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'Cute…' that was his first thought upon waking up. As that thought went past his mind, he poked her face with his finger.
His finer sunk in as he enjoyed the comfortable softness of her cheek.
"Thank you. We may have died." Waking up, Kuro said to the two figures in front of him.
"Wh-what can you give me peko!" Although suppressing her fear, she was extending her hand out in seek for rewards.
"Wait a minute please." Showing the cold smile of his, Kuro closed his eyes… as he imagined.
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*swish*
'Hm? This smell…' as he sniffed in his nose, the two acted surprise at the sudden room they teleported in.
"Yo-you can teleport too? it is so similar to pekora-san…" Moona was the one who asked and whispered to herself bewilderment.
"Yep. Just now." Teasing her out with a hint, Kuro picked up Ayame's body and laid her comfortably to his bed.
After which, he searched for his ring… and found it.
"What's your name?" Kuro looked at the slightly shivering rabbit.
"Pekora Francois le dra Beriano Frences du h…"
"Too long. Usada Pekora it is. Anyway Pekora-san, take a look at this." Although the rabbit seemed a little bit pissed as her sentences were cut off,
her anger disappeared in puff as she saw the paper that suddenly appeared.
Inserting his mana, the paper extended as the 2nd layer of paper created a surfaces—soon, it turned into a clean and beautiful sphere, and Kuro painted it to make it look like a future soccer ball.
"Waaaaah! What is this peko!" She was a fan of stranger yet interesting tools. Suddenly seeing a paper turns into a ball is something which easily piques her interest.
"It is a rune writing engraved in Xeroxing Anti Kinetic Plastic." Kuro calmly said as he took another plastic shaped in box from storage ring.
"This is just a beta-type, something I have been creating in hobby. Please test it out." Kuro handed the box to Pekora, as this strategy seems to work well—Pekora wasn't as scared as before.
"How do you use this?"
"It's easy. Just insert your mana while saying 'Suit Up!'"
"S-Suit Up! Peko!" Although embarrassedly, she raised up the box as the paper slowly covered her body like a iron-man suit up.
The feeling of the paper slowly covering up her skin were slightly eerie but soon she got used to that sensation and it even made her enjoy it.
She felt the strange security—it didn't took much time for her whole body to be covered with the Xeroxing Anti Kinetic Plastic.
"It's just a beta-type so I added no feature yet but in future, I think I can add a weapon in it—but at least it can protects you from the shockwave against level 2 warrior."
Kuro suddenly felt weird.
'Am I trying to create avenger? For some reason Moona-san is holding Mjolnir while Pekora-san is wearing an iron-man-like armor.'
"Thank you! I love this, Peko!" After being instructed, she tried suiting up and taking it off a few times… she liked it.
No, just the thought of her body being automatically covered in 'armor' made her feel overjoyed.
Iron Pekora Man won’t be a thing as I plans it.
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