"I want them all!"
Smoke filled the cafeteria kitchen, and Ceobe's eyes gleamed brightly as she eagerly wanted to have it all immediately.
"Everything must return to the established order. I will not allow anyone to defy the laws."
Everything around them twisted and warped, plunged into turbulent chaos by the aftermath of the Arts. Only Saria—her will alone remained as unshakable as the earth, like a stone pillar descending from the heavens to suppress everything.
"Game time is over."
"Huh?"
Ceobe responded blankly. So this had been a game?
Although this was quite a rowdy place, something like this happening on Rhodes Island was still far too outrageous. Saria had activated her ability to prevent casualties, but that was not the main reason. She had done so out of necessity.
"The cafeteria kitchen door was melted. Who did it?"
"It was Big Sis Ceobe!"
Hiyumaru had long since woken up. For some reason, it seemed that as long as someone knocked her down, Hiyumaru would call them Big Sis. Ingredients would always be ingredients, after all.
"Who are you?"
Saria looked at the petite girl floating in the air as though she were looking at a fly.
"You're from Higashi too?"
"What Higashi? How rude. Listen well, my name is Hiyumaru. I am an ancestor who has lived for one hundred and twenty thousand years. My favorite food is fried tofu, and my favorite person is Big Sis!"
"How many big sisters do you have?"
Hiyumaru counted on her fingers in midair, struggling greatly. In the end, with no other choice, she spat out a little flame on the spot and answered while clapping her hands.
"Lots!"
"Reporting in: I have completely suppressed the disturbance. There were no casualties. The hostage appears to be suffering from mental confusion. Send