Charge at the Blue Sky Like a Suicide Squad Member!

"How did you like the surprise I prepared for you?"

Sitting carelessly on someone else's table, leaning over without the slightest self-awareness of being a girl, pressing her arms and most of her chest against my shoulder, and thumping my other shoulder like we were old buddies, Viska spoke with a grin as though this were some great achievement worth bragging about. Meanwhile, Uncle Zagu's face had already turned to stone. Milia carefully poked him in the side, apparently checking whether he would weather away into a pile of rubble, but he showed no response whatsoever.

He had been utterly dumbfounded by the sudden arrival of a reinforced company that had charged in with all the force of a home invasion.

"The surprise was plenty. The delight, not so much."

Without hesitation, I sidestepped half a meter away. Viska somehow remained hanging sideways over the edge of the table in a pose that blatantly defied the laws of balance. Though a young girl's soft body and this woman's spectacularly endowed chest were both difficult things to give up, half the people around us could twist any incident into forty or fifty versions, dialect editions included, and spread them through every district of Shadow City. I had no choice but to mind the public repercussions.

Looking around with a splitting headache, I despairingly discovered that practically the most troublesome crowd from Shadow City and the Macro World had been gathered here. The Gensokyo tour group, including Cirno, Reimu, Yakumo Yukari, and Marisa, was one faction. Magni Bronzebeard, who was drinking with Ibuki Suika, led another, with Azeroth leaders like Jaina and Thrall among them. Then there were Tex and Jim Reno rummaging through a nearby "junk pile." Even more formidable was the God Race Cops Five-Man Team—glowing Ilson, Lin, who had