Currently, Iâm leaving it in its original display since itâs a pain, but when I take a look at theăKĆryĆ«ă through the upgraded Interface, I see a more detailed display than before.
There is no flavor text, but itâs just like the transcription on a monster card.
Having such a display filling my field of vision will be nothing but a distraction, so just like how it has been up until now, I turn on the name only on a regular basis.
Being able to check the special abilities of a monster youâve never seen before seems useful.
Iâve risen toward the top of the rocky mountain quite a bit, but Iâm not quite anywhere reaching the top.
I wonder if itâs higher than it actually looks.
I canât even reach the layer of clouds hiding the peak of the mountain.
The sense of ascending is certainly there, but I also feel as if I am being misled by some mysterious power.
Iâm not very good at these kinds of backdoor traps.
Maybe I should go back and consult with the Senpais for once.
ăâŠ..ă
As Iâm pondering, sitting cross-legged on the floaty cloud, Yuki-chan rides on my shoulder and appeals her existence.
Itâs rare for Yuki-chan, a hikikomori constitution holder, to come out on her own.
Maybe her tension has become high as she got real mad at Spirit-san previously.
I end up getting myself smelled by her, as she rubs her cheek against my neck.
Her silky white hair is a little ticklish.
Perhaps satisfied with the first communication after a long while, she dexterously turns around and sits down on my lap, fitting herself in it.
I thought perhaps itâd be dangerous if a monster come attacking us, but it seems that neither theăKĆryĆ«ă nor theăHihiă rise to this altitude.
ăâŠ..ă
Yuki-chan, who has snugly settled herself in my lap, raises her hands toward the sky and goes hnuu~.
Then the clouds that have been spreading overhead part, and the peak of the mountain comes to be within sight.
Yuki-chan, sheâs really a magical little girl.
Riding together with Yuki-chan, I ascended into the cloud rift as is.
As I thought, it seems that we were obstructed by some kind of barrier-like mysterious power.
It must have meant that Yuki-chan, who is going mufu smug look on her face, is an expert pertaining to space, just as Spirit-san had said.
When we get back, letâs give her a large amount of dorayaki as an offering.
Once we break through the clouds, we arrive safely at the mountain summit.
The peaks of the rocky mountains peeking out from the sea of clouds are scattered all over the place like floating islands.
At the sight of the world overflowing with tranquil air and trees that bear bright red pomegranate fruits, the word ethereal naturally came to mind.
For the time being, there is no monster-like presence in our surroundings.
Nonetheless, my premonition that the Boss might be here given the situation is tingling.
I wonder if it wonât be better for Yuki-chan, who is looking around restlessly as she continues to use me as her seat, to go back for once.
What spread overhead is a cloudless madder red sky.
I wonder if itâs human instinct to end up feeling a curious sense of nostalgia, as if we are being urged somewhere.
Itâs just that, what is echoing in the distance is not a *caw caw* cry of a raven, but a strange *hiyouhiyou* cry.
It sounds like iyou (queer).
Instantly, my vision turns white with a flash.
A foul, rusty ozone smell assails my nose.
It seems Iâve received an electrical discharge attack.
This, Iâm saved that I just happen to have an electric shock immunity constitution, but faster-than-sound electrical discharge attacks are difficult to avoid.
Itâs the reason for the peerlessness of Navel Snatches.
By the way, theăArmor of Heavy Pressure (Stressor Armor)ă boasts a high anti-physical defensive capability, but its anti-magic resistance seems to be paper, so itâs fully penetrated.
Yuki-chan on my lap is unharmed since she has a dumpling-like warding barrier erected around her.
Matching the iyouiyou cry, the thunderbolts come flying at me with crackles.
This level of voltage is not a big deal, since it is on the same level as that of aăPlasma Thunderbirdă, but itâd be nice if she could erect a barrier that includes me too.
On my lap, the somewhat wacky Yuki-chan raises her tiny hand overhead and swiftly swings toward the empty forward as if shaking off a mosquito.
*Boom* The sound of destruction echoes around the neighboring mountain summit cloud island.
At the same time, a pathetic gyan cry can be heard, and the crackling also ceases.
Mufu, Yuki-chan snorts, it seems that sheâs quite irritable today.
I guess sheâs suffering from calcium deficiency.
I should supply her with some dried sardine and dorayaki.
Having been turned into Yuki-chanâs vehicle, I cross over the sea of clouds to the neighboring floating island, following her command.
What I find there is a rock surface caved in in the shape of a palm, and a strange animal twitching in the center of the depression.
At a glance, it looks like a tiger.
Maybe a Felidae.
Fluffy fur all over its body, tiger pattern on its arms and legs.
Snake-like scales grow on its long tail.
Its distinctive trait is the head, which looks as if itâs wearing a mask like that of Kabuki or classical Chinese opera.
I think the flashy pattern of white hair shaded with red hair is probably a type ofăSaru Guma (Monkey Shade)ă or something like that.
I donât know how she did it, but it looks like it was scolded by Yuki-chan.
However, said person who punished it is tilting her head in a cute way.
And then, considering all that, its level is too low.
No matter how you look at it, this guy looks like a boss.
Yuki-chan ended up defeating it with a smack, so I donât know how strong it is, but I honestly donât feel that much pressure.
Its electrical discharge skill may be annoying, but if itâs me, I can probably beat it to death.
When I let Yuki-chan down, as she goes nn~ in my arms, she totters up to Nue and begins to beat, smacking its nose.
The Nue is about five meters long, so someone like Yuki-chan looks as if she would end up getting swallowed up in one gulp.
Just in case, I take out my club and ready myself for finishing it off.
As Yuki-chan is giving it a merciless pursuit, opening its eyes with a snap, the Nue jumps back and raises a snarl.
I thought it would come attacking, but it seems to be frightened of Yuki-chan.
Itâs made to sit by Yuki-chan, so there seems to be no problem with it.
Yuki-chan is talking in a whisper in the pulled ear of the Nue, I wonder if she is learning the Nue language.
It obediently nods its head and raises an iyou cry, so it seems that she is able to communicate with it.
Nodding for the last time, Yuki-chan goes nn as she stretches out her arms to me, so I take her in my arms.
The trembling Nue runs through the air, turning around and stealing glances at me.
It looks as if itâs waiting for us to follow it.
When I take a look at Yuki-chan, she nods her head.
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The peak of a conspicuously large rocky mountain.
What is in the place surrounded by drooping, ripe pomegranate fruits is a hill-like huge Nue carcass.
Its gigantic body, over 30 meters in length, is more like a special effects Kaiju than a monster.
Its appearance is exactly similar to that of child Nue, but its left eye that is crushed as if it has been cut apart could be said to be the difference.
Even in the Interface, its SP is zero.
The carcass was mummified, not rotting, and according to what Kurumi-senpai said, there was probably no putrefying bacteria in the raid area.
The Nue, which looked like a puppy compared to the parent Nue, cried iyou and rubbed its body against me.
I donât know whether it was given birth or an alter ego, the two were not parent and child, as it seemed to be reborn throughăSamsaraă skill.
It appears that those who are in possession of this skill, even if they die, they lose their memories and get resurrected with another new life.
I donât know if there is any meaning to immortality where they have their memories reset.
I think it is a very philosophical question.
Itâs just that, although I didnât hear it directly from the person in question, it seems that before its reincarnation, Nue and Yuki-chan were likely acquainted with each other.
I wonder if by chance it was Yuki-chanâs pet.
How they got to know each other, I wonder if Yuki-chan is a loli hag, letâs set such questions aside.
The back of Yuki-chan, as she put her hand on the hill-like Nue, looked lonely.
Perhaps the reason why the hikikomori Yuki-chan had come outside was to do a grave visit.