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Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [156]

Regarding Ichika’s pleading attitude, Nino couldn’t even be bothered to respond.

It wasn’t that she lacked compassion—just that, as sisters, she’d seen this scene far too many times.

As long as Ichika still had thoughts of sleeping in, if Nino gave in to her “just five mor...

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Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [155]

The days slipped by quickly, and before Shirase realized it, Saturday had arrived—and with it, the start of May.

The week had been packed to the brim for him. Between soccer club training, academics, and practicing massage techniques every night, he barely had time to breathe.

On to...

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Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [154]

Nakano Itsuki froze, completely caught off guard by Ichika’s sudden words. She stood there for several seconds, at a loss for how to respond.

Ichika had expected that. Taking advantage of Shirase being occupied by the overly enthusiastic shop owner, she lowered her voice. “Even though w...

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Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [153]

Hiratsuka Shizuka’s arrival was like Captain Dragonfly swooping onto the stage—decisive, authoritative, and immediately assuming the role of referee.

Given her position as their teacher, both Yukinoshita Yukino and Nakano Ichika instinctively composed themselves.

As for Nakano Its...

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Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [152]

The Service Club.

Yukinoshita Yukino leaned back in her chair, helpless, the open book still resting on her lap.

Yuigahama Yui covertly sized up Ichika and Itsuki. Even up close, their resemblance was uncanny. If all five sisters dressed the same, would she be able to tell them apart ...

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Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [151]

At this point, Kirisu Mafuyu no longer cared about Shirase exposing her thoughts earlier.

One hand braced on her waist, she tried to look strict, but her eyes gleamed with barely hidden anticipation. “Were you serious just now? Has your massage technique really been praised even by Kojima...

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Ophis Wants Silence [65]

If one were to follow the original timeline, after the King of Heroes Gilgamesh set out in search of the elixir of immortality, the city of Babylon would be left without a ruler. By the time of his return, his kingdom would lie in ruins and his people long scattered.

Thus, Gilgamesh abandon...

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Ophis Wants Silence [64]

[I cannot ignore it…]
[I cannot forgive it…]
[The evil deeds of that king…]
[The cruelty of that king…]
[That demon who looks upon countless sorrows yet does nothing but smile.]

...

─Scenes flashed past rapidly, like slides on a projector.

...

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Ophis Wants Silence [63]

Lying sprawled across a wasteland now several times larger than before, Ophis stared blankly at the sky.

Only her upper body remained. Energy streamed from her core into the missing lower half, but though her regeneration was visible to the naked eye, it was agonizingly slow compared to bef...

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Ophis Wants Silence [62]

If one looked to the skies northwest of Uruk, above the dense forest, flashes of gold and purple clashed again and again, stirring violent gusts that tore through the air. Magic cannons capable of breaching city walls and priceless Noble Phantasms whirled about as if they cost nothing at all.

...

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Ophis Wants Silence [61]

If one were to describe the abilities of “Enkidu’s” current vessel, there was only one phrase:

Overwhelmingly powerful.

The Bull of Heaven, crafted by the gods, could annihilate all of Mesopotamia in a single night if it unleashed its full power without interference fro...

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Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [160]

“Another wolf… found.”

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary lowered her body, whispering these words to Texas while swinging her scythe. In that instant, Texas felt her hairs stand on end; without hesitation, she jumped back, narrowly evading the fatal blow at the cost of a bleeding gas...

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Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [159]

Da'at… Why isn’t she in the room?

In that instant, an emotion Kali couldn't quite name—perhaps worry, perhaps fear—rose violently in her chest.

Almost subconsciously, she took two rapid steps forward, throwing the covers aside—but what awaited her was merely an even harsher ...

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Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [158]

From this moment onward, the Thumb emerged in full force. These gang members, having waited in Siracusa for only a day, marched out spiritedly, equipped with high-quality firearms straight from the City’s Workshops, and began aggressively absorbing surrounding territories.

For the local g...

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Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [157]

Even until that moment, these assassins hadn’t figured out what exactly they'd tried to assassinate.

For them, only one thing was worth considering…

In the countdown of their lives, how many grains of sand were left?

Very soon, the Red Mist and her E.G.O would give them the ...

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Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [156]

Returning to the Saluzzo Family?

For a brief moment, Lappland froze upon hearing Texas’s request.

Then, she gently closed her eyes, seemingly contemplating the terms laid out by Texas…

After a short pause, she slowly opened them again.

"What? You don't want to go?"

...

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My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [35]

“Haha, to think that in the blink of an eye your status is nearly equal to mine. His Grace the duke clearly holds you in high regard—otherwise, he wouldn’t have directly knighted you under his own banner, even granting you land and command over a hundred soldiers.”

Laurent didn’t ...

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My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [34]

Commander Baudricourt didn’t trust Jeanne—he was a commander, after all; his thoughts naturally ran deeper.

Right now, France was losing battle after battle, morale in ruins.

What they needed wasn’t another soldier—it was someone who could rekindle faith, someone who could mak...

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My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [33]

Important… important…

Hearing Laurent’s counterquestion, Sir John Fastolf for a moment didn’t know how to answer.

Important?

Isn’t that obvious! Any European should understand how deeply rooted this nobility business is here!

But looking at the other man’s comp...

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My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [32]

“Attack!”

Charging at the front were the Scots, weapons raised as they rushed straight toward Laurent’s unit.

Sir John Fastolf reacted instantly, barking orders:
“It’s those damned Scots! Turn the carts sideways—form a barricade! Archers, fire!”

The soldiers mov...

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My Only Oshi, Jeanne! [31]

In the end, Laurent still joined Sir John Fastolf’s ranks.

To them, one more Englishman made little difference—these supplies were meant for the front after all.

After resting for nearly half a day, the group resumed their march.

Laurent’s physical condition was excellent;...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [175]

When Yasui Makoto suggested a comprehensive physical exam, Air Groove agreed almost without hesitation.

This reaction momentarily surprised Yasui, until he quickly understood her reasoning.

Although he wasn’t some fortune-telling mystic like Matikanefukukitaru or Copano Rickey, in a...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [174]

By the time the victory concert began that evening, Yasui Makoto already had a plan in mind.

If his memories from that parallel timeline were correct, Duramente’s accident had occurred during grazing—a period of rest, outside of training and racing.

In a situation like that, there...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [173]

Looking at Kitasan Black standing beside him, Yasui Makoto’s lips twitched slightly.

Apart from their long ears and swishing tails, Uma Musume looked almost identical to ordinary human girls, and Kitasan Black was just at that age—fifteen or sixteen, full of youthful energy.

Yet n...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [172]

Standing in the grandstand, staring out at the track, Yasui Makoto felt the same sense of exhaustion as if he'd just finished an intense training session himself.

But even more than exhaustion, there was the refreshing satisfaction from having watched such an exhilarating race.

He too...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [171]

Grass Wonder didn't know what Special Week beside her was thinking. Had she known, she would’ve been deeply surprised, yet wholeheartedly agreed.

Because if she was truly a shadow, then Special Week, in her eyes, was a flame that never went out.

From before debut through their class...

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The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [110]

After picking up the Yoshizawa sisters at the subway station, Rinto gave them a quick rundown of Nina’s situation as they walked to school.

By the time he finished, both girls were staring at him in disbelief. They exchanged a look—equally stunned.

Kasumi: “...Rinto-nii, just ho...

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The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [109]

...The next morning.

Rinto woke promptly at 6 a.m., washed up, and started on breakfast and bentos.

He’d slept on the living room sofa.
That battered thing was already pancaked—and worse, it had served as the battlefield for his first rock-and-roll showdown with Momoka; the fri...

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The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [108]

…Finally staring down this absurd, snowballing disaster of a situation, Rinto had no choice but to steel himself.

It was nearly midnight—around the time when any wandering high-schooler would be politely escorted home by the local police.

For Rinto and Momoka, that wasn’t much o...

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The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [107]

…After the shocking reverse-proposal at the subway exit, chaos erupted so fast that curious onlookers started gathering in droves.

Seeing the situation rapidly spiraling into mush, Rinto scooped up the red-coated girl and Togawa Sakiko—one under each arm like sacks of rice—and bolted,...

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