Toriko: Gourmet Chat Group - Chapter 352 - 351: The Adventures of Jail Goose
Chapter 351: The Adventures of Jail Goose
"The Harmonizer of Allā"
"The Chorus of AllāDominix!" ššæš²šš ššš»š¼šÆšš.šš¼šŗ
"On the First DayāIn the Beginning, There Was Order!"
How dare you touch Robin! At worst, Iāll just sink Penacony!
(Penacony: ?)
"Whoa... heās that strong?"
Hoshi (Stelle) clung to a lamppost. The terrifying storm of energy had almost sent her flying.
Just how much... was Sunday holding back when he fought us?
"Is this... the power of this world?"
The "King of Gold" (Gilgamesh) stood on top of the same lamppost (his āthroneā), arms crossed.
He was Gilgamesh. And he still loved his "lamppost-throne."
"King of Lampposts! Get off of my head!" Hoshi (Stelle) yelled up at him.
"King of... Lampposts?"
CRUNCH!
Gilgameshās mouth twitched. He stomped his foot, shattering the lamppost light.
He did not like that mocking title. Mocking a King... what is your crime?
"Zasshu! Donāt think you can be so impudent just because you know Ritsuka Fujimaru!"
The Gate of Babylon opened. Countless sharp Noble Phantasms slowly emerged, all aimed at Hoshi (Stelle).
"Ahem! The view up there is great! Please, enjoy, my King!" Hoshi (Stelle) said, immediately "following her heart" (being a coward).
If I get hit by all those... Iāll be a human honeycomb!
This "Goldie" is so moody!
Gilgamesh snorted, but didnāt pursue the matter.
...
"Robin! Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Sunday smashed Gradyās barrier to pieces, looking at his sister with concern.
"Brother... Iām fine." Robinās heart warmed, and she shook her head.
"But... this place..."
Looking at the utter devastation around them, Robinās eyebrow twitched.
"Ahem." Sunday coughed lightly. "I... didnāt control my power well."
"Didnāt control it?! āIn the Beginning, There Was Orderā right off the bat! āJailbird Sunday,ā you werenāt this ācleanā when you fought us!"
Hoshi (Stelle) walked over, her messy hair looking like a birdās nest.
Sis-con... so scary!
Robin looked at her brother, a half-smile on her face.
At a glance... he had changed a lot. Just a little trip with the Astral Express... and it was like his ācoreā had been swapped.
Is the āNamelessā assimilation... that strong?
His eyes were much clearer. She almost thought he was an imposter.
...
Black Swan moved through Penacony like a ghost.
After Gintoki, her next target was Leon. Time to open another "blind box."
"Hiss... why is this personās head... filled with nothing but ākill Oxersā?"
Black Swan took a quick peek and felt her teeth ache. āLazy to talk, listen to me,ā āServe with evilā...
It had been a long time since sheād seen someone so "pure" and "obsessed."
He was... so "righteous" heād "looped back around to evil."
Ridiculous. She was suddenly glad she wasnāt an Oxer. If she was... she wouldnāt even be able to cry.
Forget it. Next.
...
BONK!
Black Swan clutched her head, looking at Seiya in confusion.
What? I... canāt read his memories?
"Donāt bother. Iāve placed three layers of protection on my soul," Seiya said flatly, holding up three fingers.
Being the Cautious Hero, he had anticipated this. Someone might try to peek at his memories.
"Three... layers?"
"Is that... really necessary?"
Black Swanās mouth twitched. How pathologically "cautious" do you have to be to set up three layers?
"It is necessary."
"...One layer as the main defense, one layer as a backup, and one layer as the backup for when the backup is gone," Seiya explained calmly.
(Iām lying. As if a āCautiousā person like me would only set up three layers.)
(Saying āthreeā is just to mess with her judgment.)
"Are you... some kind of āDefense Maniacā?" Black Swan complained.
"Youāre a āHero,ā right? Are all āHeroesā this cautious now?"
She didnāt get to see his memories, but it was... an education. This must be the "Cautious Hero."
"When youāve experienced... the āDemon King spawn-camping the revival pointā... you learn the importance of ācautionā."
Seiyaās expression suddenly changed, filled with world-weariness and complexity.
Black Swanās lips twitched. She didnāt know how to retort. This āHeroā was... really not right. She could only say:
"...Ungodly."
No... that world isnāt right. The Demon King... spawn-camping the āfountainā? Thatās... not like the āHeroā stories sheād ever seen.
...
Onward. Next blind box.
Canāt I just get a normal person? She felt like "normal" memories were a rare commodity. Why was everyone she met so weird?
The red-haired girl... I choose you!
She looks so gentle... so pure... This should be fine, right?
"Oh... my... god..."
Black Swan hadnāt even looked for long before she felt a āheart attackā coming on. (Good thing she was a memetic body.)
Dammit! Why am I seeing āGintamaā again?!
She had buried that memory in the deepest part of her mind, and now it was floating back up from the "deep sea."
Sheās such a harmless-looking girl! Why is she watching this āexplosiveā stuff?!
"Miss Erii... is... Gintama... good?" Black Swan was tired. She decided to just ask the source.
She didnāt want to look at any Gintama-related memories right now.
(What Erii saw was fine; it was just the manga and anime. But Gintokiās actual, vast memories... contained āexplosiveā scenes that werenāt in the manga.)
(You canāt draw that stuff. It would be censored.)
"Itās... pretty interesting," Erii nodded.
She couldnāt understand some of the behavior... but that didnāt stop the manga from being fun.
"Interesting?"
"I... see. Iāll watch it... slowly... later."
Black Swan pondered. She had only seen the "abstract" and "no-scruples" parts... and was "shocked" into sleep.
She hadnāt really seen the "details."
...
Next blind box... please... no more memories like that.
"A... wolf?"
Black Swan saw Wolffy. This shouldnāt be a problem, right? Compared to humans, an animalās memories should be... simpler.
"Strike. Strike."
Target confirmed. Black Swan entered Wolffyās mind-space.
"What... What is THIS!?"
The "first-sight" kill instantly crashed her brain. A look of utter shock appeared on her face.
It was... a massive, towering figure that pierced the heavens! Even an Aeon would look tiny in front of this... thing!
The "Wolf Kingās" (Guinnessās) pressure... was like a storm. She felt her memetic body... like a tiny boat in a hurricane... about to capsize.
This is... āGreat Terrorā...!
No! Kids! Iām... crashing again!
This was Black Swanās last thought before she lost consciousness.
...
"Black Swan...? Is that the āMemokeeperā the group was talking about?" Wolffy used a glass jar to... "bottle" the unconscious Black Swan.
Whatās so interesting about my memories? What a strange person.
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