MAGA ADDENDUM : Nyatopia III – Tailor, Sentinel and Crusader

The lower ring's West District, a place specialized in all sorts of industrial activities hence its nickname – the industrial district.

It was one the 4 main districts of the lower Ganymede and was under the rule of the Factory. In mid spring 1002 A.N.C, more than three years after Shogo's defeat at Nya's hands and the total wipeout of every citizen in the vicinity, this place was eerily… not so peaceful…

"I will need a fabric of about that size."

"Aaaah! Someone stepped on my clocks! Who?! Who could do something so horrible?!"

"Gosh, is winter coming soon? This workshop is like a furnace."

"That will be 600 coupons, please. Have a nice day!"

"Between being or not being, I AM… doing chores, so get your ass there you bubble head!!!"

"What? You are lost, little one? I wonder what I should call you?"

"Do you not know what a mecha is?!"

…not peaceful indeed.

Everywhere, girls with similar faces but totally different demeanors and clothes were talking in a concert of voices. Or it would be more accurate to say, a cacophony.

"What… What is this?" Trivia asked, unsure about how to handle all of the activity around her as she walked through the streets.

"It is as you see," Shogo replied with a matter of factly tone. "They are the new factory workers. Well, the only one actually – hivemind NYA."

"Hivemind… like legion?" Trivia asked, pensively.

"No. They are only connected subconsciously. They don't really share the same mind, but once one dies, their memories are shared to everyone else."

"Hmhm, we think we understand. Partially at the very least."

"That is enough…(How can someone so stupid be a demon?)" 

"For our friendship's sake, we shall pretend we couldn't read the last part."

"I was thinking that so that you could read it."

"Are you looking for a fight?"

"No thanks. I wouldn't stand a chance even with a million attempts."

"... that—" Trivia began, but was interrupted by a girl who ran into her – literally.

"Wha!" 

The girl fell on her rear end. She was holding a bag full of groceries who, of course, fell to the ground like herself.

Trivia approached her and offered to help her stand up. "Are you fine, young one?" she asked.

"Ah! Sorry, I didn't… see… you…"

The girl's eyes opened wide and an expression of sheer terror took the place of her apologetic one.

"Y-You? You… What are you…" she stuttered, crawling backwards. "H-Help!! Someone!! Help me!! It is… It is her!!!"

The girl didn't have to specify who she was talking about – their connection was superficial, but when such powerful and deeply rooted emotions were expressed, every single one of them could tell what their peers were thinking. 

All eyes fell on Trivia in an instant – some instinctively hiding, others took the closest thing they could use as a weapon. The sound of metallic footsteps grew louder and louder. Two teenage girls appeared – the first one with pigtails, a silver armor and a big shield – the second with a ponytail, a sailor hat, a one piece swimsuit under a sailor shirt, and holding a long sword.

"Where is she?!  Where is the witch?!" the one with the shield asked, hastily.

"Everyone, take your distance now! Zentinel and myself will handle… this?! Mistress Shogo, what is wrong?! You… You are naked!!!"

"What?" Shogo and Zentinel made.

"Where are your garments?! You can't possibly walk around in such an… in such a NOT attire!!!" the girl with a sword scolded, red… from anger.

"But I am wearing something," Shogo said.

"She is wearing something," Zentinel confirmed, squinting her eyes.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU FOOLS?!!" the girl raised her sword up in the air. "MISTRESS SHOGO WITHOUT HER NUN'S OUTFIT IS LIKE SWORD WITHOUT THE 'S'!!!"

"That would be… word?" the girl on the ground asked.

"EXACTLY!!! THE MEANING IS TOTALLY DIFFERENT!!!"

"Huh…"

"Excuse this large ham, Taylor," Zentinel said, shaking her head. "So, what is the urgency? I have the feeling I came here for something important, but—"

"Mistress Shogo is developing exhibitionist tendencies, that is quite the urgency for me!!"

"SHUT UP!!!" Zentinel made, stomping the ground before huffing loudly as if she ran a marathon.

"Huh? Urgency… Urgency…" Taylor looked around her pensively. "Ah! My groceries! They fell on the ground!!!"

"Don't tell me you called us for that?" Zentinel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"N-No! I… I saw someone and…"

"Someone?" the other girl inquired.

"Oh! Mistress Alexandra is taking a stroll with you?" another woman asked to Shogo.

"Yes, she was possessed again so…"

"Now that I think about it, I thought I heard Docta thinking Mistress Shogo was going to kill her today!"

"Ha ha ha, but she thinks that everyday!"

"Hah! True enough!"

Hearing the others talking, Zentinel slightly opened her mouth before sighing. "I think I get what happened. Hey, Taylor, you ran into Mistress Alexandra, didn't you? That's why you were so afraid, you though Mistress Shogo would kill you, is that right?"

"Huh? Er, I…"

"Come on, Taylor! You know Mistress Shogo doesn't do that kind of thing anymore, right?" the girl with the sword said. "She is fond of threats but deep down, she is a saint!"

"Could you please stop judging people by their outfits?"

"What? Are you saying I am wrong, um?" the girl asked, raising and lowering her brows in quick succession while harboring a large smirk.

"(This girl is such a large ham!) N-No, I would never… um… are… aren't we digressing?"

"You are." Shogo curtly replied.

"Um, yes, excuse us for the… disturbance. And you are on a date Mistress Alexandra too…"

"This isn't a date. We don't have that kind of relationship."

"Of course… a stroll, that is a stroll…" Zentinel said, slowly nodding.

"Only a stroll…" the other girl repeated, nodding too.

"You don't have that kind of relationship…" Taylor added, nodding like the others.

"That's all. Stop sounding so unconvinced."

"Look at all those tomatoes on the ground," Zentinel said, putting down her massive shield to help Taylor gather her groceries.

"You gotta make me a new costume later, Taylor!" the other girl said helping her too.

"You asked me that yesterday, remember?"

"... You girls aren't listening, are you?"

The groceries were swiftly taken care of.

"That is it, I think. Be more careful next time, ok? Don't call us unless there's a true emergency."

"Though you can call me! Everyone should be able to contact the fashion police!"

"Shut up," Zentinel scolded.

Taylor bowed deeply. "Thank you for your help. Thank you too, Mistress Shogo. Sorry for my behavior earlier."

Shogo shook her head. "That is ok."

"Enjoy your date, Mistress Shogo!" Taylor added with a smile.

"That isn't ok. Go away before I stab you."

"Yes! Right away! Ouch!" 

"She wasn't talking to you," Zentinel said, nudging her elbow in the sword-wielding girl's side.

Taylor chuckled. "Well, see you later! And sorry again!"

"Bye bye, Mistress Shogo! Go wear something! Until next time!"

"I feel a headache coming…"

The three took their leave leaving Shogo and Alexandra alone. Well, Shogo and Alexandra AND Trivia.

Shogo turned to the tall woman. "Be more careful," she simply said.

"Have no worries. Had she not touched us directly, she wouldn't have been able to tell we were here."

"That's my point. Avoid contact. We don't need a panic spree."

"Yes, yes. Aside from that, as you know, we are quite tall."

"... and?"

"And we have pretty feminine assets."

Shogo's eyes slightly narrowed. "I have the feeling I shouldn't ask but, what are you getting at?"

"Our legs are delicate. It is difficult for us to stand up for so long," Trivia whined, trembling and slightly sweating.

Shogo stared at her with round eyes.

"Wha… What is wrong?! We have the right to feel drained from time to time, yes?!"

"No… I mean… you aren't even… walking… or standing… or using your legs… at all… do you… even have legs?" Shogo asked, visibly confused.

"Why the question? We do, but— oh, that's what you meant…"

"..."

"... that was a joke, you know? We can just… jest from time to time. Like a human… We just wanted to… hey… stop looking at us that way. We aren't that lazy! Hey! Seriously, what's with the pitiful look?! Stop! I said STOP!!!"