"Let your performance begin!"
At Soda Man's command, the duel between Plastic Bag and Montana began.
They would play war machines and fight until the very last moment.
"Hmph-ha! State your name!" Montana drew her bow and aimed at Plastic Bag's clothes.
"Plastic Bag." The girl gripped her longsword, one hand tucked into her pocket.
"Fine, Plastic Bag. Today, I, Montana, will finish you off for the tribe!"
"Waaaahhh!!"
Countless tawny ice cubes shot forth. Plastic Bag neither dodged nor evaded; every one of them struck her body, turning into viscous liquid the color of shit.
"Fine, fine, fine, eating crap now!" Yan Huan said bitterly. "I told you this guy wouldn't cut it."
Then Plastic Bag's voice rang out across the stage.
"Grandpa once said that the sun is great because it can illuminate even dust!"
The frail little girl pointed at the sky with one hand and chanted loudly, "In my early years..."
Outside the Asdana Galaxy.
Aventurine sat in the pilot's seat, flying the spaceship, when a ringtone suddenly sounded behind him.
'Dong dong dong dong dong—'
"?"
He stood up, lowered his head to switch the Rarely Seen to autopilot, then walked over to Yan Huan, felt around on him, and pulled out his phone.
He answered the call and turned on speakerphone.
"Hello~ Mr. Yan Huan is sleeping right now, so you'll need to call his dream line."
"This voice... Aventurine?"
March 7th's voice came from the other end of the call.
"Why is Yan Huan with you? Did he really go work for the company?"
"Ha, I wish."
Aventurine smiled faintly.
"Miss March 7th, long time no see."
"Mr. Yan Huan is currently dreaming aboard the Rarely Seen. If there's anything you need, you may call his dream line, or simply tell me~