Various Tragedies

I didn't know who had organized this sprint, but one thing was certain: that careless Misaka was about to be worshipped as a god by her sisters.

The greatest upset in history: Great General Viska, with ten million horsepower, countless weapons, a left eye capable of destroying stars, a right eye capable of ending worlds, and a little mouth that could roar out a 2012, had lost a long-distance race to a bunch of ordinary people...

The reason was that she wasn't tall enough to reach the finish line.

This was fucking hilarious.

When Sandora, sensing that something was terribly wrong, promptly teleported to the track and carried our dazed little cat-eyed girl back, the girl still seemed not to have processed what had happened. Her eyes stared blankly ahead until I reached out and pinched her cheek. Only then did Viska stiffly turn her head and glance at me.

"Mm..."

Tears swiftly welled up in the little girl's crimson cat eyes. The next second, earthshaking sobs erupted. "Waaah... Brother..."

It was enough to break hearts and bring tears to the eyes. I figured that after today, Viska's resentment toward her height would reach unprecedented levels. At the very least, she would have to grow tall enough to reach the finish line, right?

The little girl, whose emotions were easier to vent than those of her emotionless older sister, was still bawling her eyes out. Of course, that was only because she was with us. If Sandora hadn't picked her up in time, Viska probably wouldn't have been crying on the track right now—she would have been hurling Space Implosion Bombs all over the place. Meanwhile, the stadium remained deathly quiet. That bizarre scene had challenged everyone's ability to hold back laughter, but everyone had heard about the terror of