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BANG! BANG! BANG!
Mukuro Ikusaba, known on the surface as the Ultimate Soldier. The most normal response upon hearing of the female is to watch out for her, as she's supposedly strong, especially if she's started shooting with available firearms in her grasp.
However, student soldier or not, Youmu Konpaku hastily moved in backward steps, creating calculated distance from the bullets and deflecting them with her signature two swords. The bullets are penetrated in mere halves and snippets, basically sliced into littler pieces.
"Tch... You're quite the challenge." Mukuro mocked. "But you won't evade bullets for long."
"My Roukanken can cut through anything as I please. And I've evaded more bullets than yours before."
Youmu rushed forward and slashed forward at Mukuro with said Roukanken.
Mukuro valiantly blocked the slash with one of her daggers, placing aside firearms, only for her shorter blade to be sliced into two and forcibly dropped from her grip. Due to this, Mukuro leapt backwards for her further defense and recovery, at the last minute where Youmu was about to swing on her once more.
Youmu's attempted swing would enable a barrage of magical blasts, slashed out in the air and towards the Ultimate Soldier as one more counterattack. Mukuro scowled and ducked from the spiritual slashes, avoiding them at first.
Just then, another classmate of hers appeared like a blurring afterimage, Reisen Udongein Inaba. In Mukuro's view, Reisen stood before her, right out of nowhere, making uncanny and threatening eye contact with the colonel.
"...?!" Mukuro tensed and uneased, as her worldview began to shift and hallucinate, her surroundings darkening into a red tint, just like... Reisen's deep, ominous eyes. Before she knew it, she began seeing double, then triple, quadruple of the rabbit-eared girl!
How is she doing this!?... Mukuro tried to think rationally, expression sweated but serious and alerted, almost coldly aloof. There must be a pattern or loophole of some sort...
"Don't just stand there so stupidly, you ugly pig! Outta the fcking way!"
She was abruptly shoved aside, which caught her off guard out of all else. Her fraternal twin, the one and only Junko Enoshima, had pushed her face away and stood in her place, gladly taking the direct eye contact with Reisen.
Ultimately, Junko acted quick and charged at the rabbitoid figure with the snatched second blade of Mukuro's.
Reisen didn't think she'd briefly be taken notice or easily comprehended of a presence by anyone else in the field, to which her prolonging, glowering demeanor had faltered, disbelieved as she swiftly hopped back from the attempted assault.
Her mind...! Reisen thought from the bizarre discovery. She's already mad! It's too far tainted and twisted! And it's incredibly sharp and analytical as well!
Junko grinned dementedly and openly into Reisen's hypnosis attempting to break and spiral her already corrupted mind.
"You have attractive eyes! Bunny girls are totes cute and sexy." Junko says casually. "I'LL GOUGE BOTH OF THEM OUT AND MAKE RABBIT STEW!"
Reisen sturdied her guard as Junko raised the blade and prepared to violently lunge forward again. Fortunately, a silver knife flings into Junko's blade out of her grip, both blades sent clattering to the ground.
As soon as Sakuya Izayoi joined the battle and took her landing stance, a dozen more of her silver knives came rushing towards Junko and Mukuro seemingly from midair.
Mukuro advanced by rapidly and furiously stepping onward, parrying and slashing back each knife that came her and Junko's directions. Junko unflinchingly dodged and avoided some incoming, moving in just about unbelievable speed herself.
Three flying dolls directed at her, each wielding a weapon. Junko kicked and swung her blade at all three, retaining the same extreme speed when she did so, enough minimal reaction time to drive away said dolls who then exploded all at once.
"Hey, I should totally have my Monokuma blow up dangerously like that, too!" Junko says in delight.
"You did. It was an unoriginal and unorthodox move." Alice Margatroid summons defensively in the scene, puppeteering dozens of her dolls by attached strings.
"You look like you'd be blackmailed to be my accomplice! Or one of those who end up getting brainwashed by my despair vids anyway!" Junko rambled. "I dunno, you kinda give off those vibes."
Ignoring her blabber, Alice already sends forth her dolls, each attacking their their weapons and exploding afterwards.
Only to which Junko blocked and sent away majority of them, her sister doing so as well in like agility and more aggressively piercing through a few of them with the blade.
"The hell will all these do!? You makin' me rip out the stuffings of your little Barbies for ya, ventriloquist btch?!" Junko cackled.
"Actually, you would find my priority here is strategy." Alice hinted.
In the midst of Junko Enoshima's rush of hyper-violence and psychotic adrenaline, while she swished and fought in chaotic yet fluid movement, a woman suddenly spawned before her eyes.
She bore into her despairing, sinful eyes, which bewildered Enoshima for once as she could sense something ultimately grave and beyond point of no return from this lady.
The familiar feeling she was done for, that she finally met someone wh0'd put her in her place... and how ecstatic she was from this feeling.
The lady had long orange hair, wore a black long-sleeved, robed dress with a fiery pattern and a Chinese-themed headdress atop her scalp.
There was every fearful mana that emanated from her presence, as though her aura was heavily intimidating once she stepped into the scene. As though she wasn't any humane figure, but an embodiment of doom... and fury.
The feeling where Enoshima couldn't move or react with speed, or regain that energy and adrenaline she had fighting... her eyes could only widen and stare, and how she loved every thrill of this cornered moment, this dead end, this hopeless point.
"I've been anticipating to purify those sheerly sinful and impure again." The lady spoke, serene but menacing smile on her face. "Your wickedness is truly a hugely hopeless case."
She continued, pressing on before she would deliver the Ultimate Despair's grand finale and judgement.
"Imagine my excitement upon the fateful encounter between a woeful, despaired being and a being of despair... Junko to Junko."
— BONUS. —
Two horned girls in a room. One is human, the other is not. It wouldn't take long for Suika Ibuki and Ibuki Mioda to notice each other in the same setting.
Suika squinted her eyes up at the other's head, ensuring it wasn't her drunken vision fooling her. Black hair cones with white streaks.
Ibuki squinted her eyes down at the shorter's head, emanating all silliness. Legitimately brown and sharper, larger horns. Ribboned and chained.
"OHO!" Suika gestured her gourd at the teenager.
"AHA!" Ibuki pointed back, sensing the same thing. "WASSUP, HORN BUDDY! I'm Ibuki!"
"Yo, I'm also Ibuki! Suika Ibuki!" replied Suika. "Sick horns! Those'r your hair, right? You sure you ain't no oni?"
"Oooniii? Nope, it's my hair, alright! Doesn't this shout totally punk Ibuki Mioda?!" Ibuki pointed gleefully to her hair cones. "Your cones look waaay punker! Like, party-crazy punk!"
"Thanks, gal!" Suika grinned. "Wanna drink together to commemorate our horned bond?"
"Whoa, drink!? Ibuki's still a fresh teen, but pumped up at heart! I'M IN!" Ibuki agrees too excitedly. "Let's rent a karaoke room! OOH! I'll give you a taste of my Ultimate Guitarist performance!"
"Cool, a performance, too!? Damn, can't wait! Let's go now!" Suika rejoices.
They ordered a bunch of drinks and heard a ton of Ibuki's heavy, metallic performing.
Suika didn't quite mind the deafening music, even hyped up the aggressive youkai spirits within her.
It additionally reminded her of... what was it again... ah, that punk rock youkai band, Choujuu Gigaku.
Ibuki however had gotten easily drunk, but then again, so did Suika, and the two drank and sang at their jolly hangout with one another.
Continue...? ~ ࿊
"...Continue? Doesn't it usually end with 'next dream?' Hey, I don't know about you, but I believe I'm actually Gensokyo's most powerful all along. Don't believe me? Isn't Gensokyo kinda like a dream? Therefore, as the ruler of dreams, I might as well be the ruler of Gensokyo.
Oh, I'm just kidding. I've recently heard of this Neo World Program that apparently exists in the alternate realm those youkai exterminators and Yukari are visiting.
Funnily, you may enter the program in your head when your physical body's unconscious, not too different to dreaming. Or like a simulation... a project, perhaps? Kuhuhu~"