*I hold back the urge to vomit as Nihilister glares at me. Her tail is holding me upside down. The ground beneath her feet is scorched and reeked of charcoal-like stench. Raptures' corpses scattered around us.*
Nihilister: Now that the nuisances are all gone, let's have a little test. Shall we?
*My stomach is churning by the reversed gravity, I struggle to let my voice out. Nihilister snickered, she brings me closer and pulled off my shirt.*
Nihilister: Me being with you will help me exhibit greater combat strength, show me how to achieve it.
*I fix my gaze on the half-curious, half-amused expression. My arms are dangling freely over my head, I point at the ground. Nihilister seems to get the idea and flip me upward. My throat, which is suppressing the flow of censored sunshine and rainbow, finally calms down.*
Nihilister: You look pathetic, human. It it wasn't for your worth, you would be part of my adversaries.
Commander: ......
*Nihilister's claw-like fingers trail on my body.*
Nihilister: Now, tell me how to boost my strength. Is it through direct contacts? Skinship? Emotions?
*Her hand stops before my chest, sharp nail points at my heart like a needle ready to pierce though.*
Nihilister: Or is it the blood? Should I knock you unconscious and dissect you? That way, you won't feel pain.
Commander: Definitely not my blood.
Nihilister: Then what is the secret? Out with it.
Commander: Stick to me, we'll find out.
Nihilister: !?
Commander: Others have gone through the same thing. No reason to think it would be different with you.
Nihilister: Is that so?
*She cups my cheeks.*
Nihilister: I see. You and the Nikkes are close-knit, that could be the reason. Fine, let's go with your suggestion. A warning for being close to me though, I'm often steamed.
*I have a conversation with Nihilister about the mysterious phenomena that happened to my Nikkes.*
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Advising
HumorThe Commander goes through the advise sessions with everyone he has met.