"Who would've thought this battle, where just one look could make you explode, was the Salvation Hall of Fame letting its prisoners out for some air?"
Far away, Judgment was also watching the battle. Its members crouched beneath the big screen with keen interest, occasionally shouting in excitement.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were watching an arena match.
Behind the four big shots, Wind-Thunder, who had just re-formed his body, stood in utter disarray. Did I re-form my body too soon?
"This... was the Salvation Hall of Fame's doing?"
The woman in the short-sleeved shirt sitting on the steps eating melon turned her head and nodded with a grin.
"That's right. Surprised?"
A row of black lines slid down Wind-Thunder's forehead. "Sister Baa-Baa, this isn't good news."
The Annihilation Seat smiled until her eyes narrowed into slits and poked the man beside her, whose hair covered his eyes.
"Tu-Tu, didn't I tell you people who've hung around that bunch are interesting? All these years, I've been telling everyone to call me Sister Baa-Baa, and not one of them dared. Hmph, Sister Annihilation sounds awful. Sister Baa-Baa is much better."
Wind-Thunder closed his eyes. That's the only thing I can call you. I wouldn't dare casually call the others anything else.
The Annihilation Seat happily munched on her melon. "They're fighting pretty fiercely. Too bad we don't need to take the stage this time."
The woman whose hair stood straight up glanced at her. "Didn't you get enough fighting when you went out with Lu last time?"
"Ah, you don't understand, Sister Slaughter. Lu is a cold, stern block of wood. He even complains that I talk too much. He's nowhere near as fun as Tu-Tu."
The Slaughter Seat withdrew her gaze and watched the battle on