high school student while constantly battling with her opponent? What did she want, anyway?
And who had any idea what Mikuru wanted either? After reading the missive from Yuki, she looked off into space with a steely gaze, gripping the note and nodding decisively as though having realized something. What had she realized? I know I’ve said this before, but I had no idea. The only one who knows won’t ever be on-screen.
As for me, behind the camera, well, comprehension was impossible, but thankfully I knew that everything in this world comes to an end eventually, giving salvation from this eternal hell.
We had arrived at the climax.
Appearing again for another cameo, Tsuruya came up to the troubled-looking Mikuru.
“What’s the matter, Mikuru? You look like you’re worried about some old man stalking you. Did your doctor tell you that you have athlete’s foot or something?”
Crouching in the corner of the classroom, Mikuru replied.
“The time has finally come. I must go and face the final battle!”
“Wow, how ’bout that! I’ll leave you to it, then—Earth’s in your hands!”
Tsuruya kept a straight face when she delivered the line, but then her face twitched and she burst out laughing.
“… I’ll do my best…”
Mikuru’s reply was so soft that the mic could barely pick it up.
Incidentally, although it’s probably pointless to point out any more problems with this terrible story, just when did Mikuru become friends with Tsuruya? Tsuruya’s first appearance was as a mind-controlled puppet in the pond scene, and Mikuru seemed to already know her at that point, which means that she knew Tsuruya even before Mikuru transferred into this school. But if that’s the case, Yuki’s mind-control attack should have happened later. At the very least, the knowledge that Tsuruya and Mikuru were friends would have improved that scene, and the fact that it didn’t play out that way is frankly a mistake.
Of course, the voice of God believed herself to be infallible, and she had no time for such observations, instead pouring all her energy into immediately filming whatever scene popped into her head. With no idea of when her instinct-driven activities might cease, ordinary humans like me were run totally ragged in both mind and body.
Thus did the final battle come to be held on the school rooftop.
During the lunch hour, the black-robed Yuki waited with Shamisen draped over her shoulder.
After a few seconds, the doors to the roof opened and out came Mikuru, dressed in her combat waitress outfit.
“D-did I keep you waiting?”
“Yes.”
Yuki answered honestly. Mikuru had needed to change in a stall in the girls’ bathroom, and while I didn’t know whether that was why she had taken so long, she’d kept the cameraman waiting for quite a while too.
“Well then,” said Yuki.
Her honesty was dispensed with, and she now launched into the lines that had been prepared for her.
“Let us settle this now. We do not have much time. We must end this in a few minutes, at the most.”
“I agree, but… but! Itsuki will definitely choose me! Um… this is embarrassing, but I believe it’s true!”
“Unfortunately, I do not plan to respect his wishes. I require his power, and I will have it. If I must, I will conquer Earth to get it.”
Why couldn’t she just go ahead and conquer Earth, and then gain control of Itsuki after she’d done so? No one would be able to resist her then, and Mikuru would be left to struggle alone as the majority went ahead and handed over Itsuki—not even the loveliest of battle waitresses would be able to stop them.
And anyway, if she had the power to conquer Earth, shouldn’t capturing just one person be no problem?
“I won’t let you! That’s why I’ve come from the future!”
Oh, right. Mikuru was a waitress from the future. That fact had been used hardly at all so far, so I was starting to wonder.
The laser-beam fight scenes between Yuki and Mikuru now started
And who had any idea what Mikuru wanted either? After reading the missive from Yuki, she looked off into space with a steely gaze, gripping the note and nodding decisively as though having realized something. What had she realized? I know I’ve said this before, but I had no idea. The only one who knows won’t ever be on-screen.
As for me, behind the camera, well, comprehension was impossible, but thankfully I knew that everything in this world comes to an end eventually, giving salvation from this eternal hell.
We had arrived at the climax.
Appearing again for another cameo, Tsuruya came up to the troubled-looking Mikuru.
“What’s the matter, Mikuru? You look like you’re worried about some old man stalking you. Did your doctor tell you that you have athlete’s foot or something?”
Crouching in the corner of the classroom, Mikuru replied.
“The time has finally come. I must go and face the final battle!”
“Wow, how ’bout that! I’ll leave you to it, then—Earth’s in your hands!”
Tsuruya kept a straight face when she delivered the line, but then her face twitched and she burst out laughing.
“… I’ll do my best…”
Mikuru’s reply was so soft that the mic could barely pick it up.
Incidentally, although it’s probably pointless to point out any more problems with this terrible story, just when did Mikuru become friends with Tsuruya? Tsuruya’s first appearance was as a mind-controlled puppet in the pond scene, and Mikuru seemed to already know her at that point, which means that she knew Tsuruya even before Mikuru transferred into this school. But if that’s the case, Yuki’s mind-control attack should have happened later. At the very least, the knowledge that Tsuruya and Mikuru were friends would have improved that scene, and the fact that it didn’t play out that way is frankly a mistake.
Of course, the voice of God believed herself to be infallible, and she had no time for such observations, instead pouring all her energy into immediately filming whatever scene popped into her head. With no idea of when her instinct-driven activities might cease, ordinary humans like me were run totally ragged in both mind and body.
Thus did the final battle come to be held on the school rooftop.
During the lunch hour, the black-robed Yuki waited with Shamisen draped over her shoulder.
After a few seconds, the doors to the roof opened and out came Mikuru, dressed in her combat waitress outfit.
“D-did I keep you waiting?”
“Yes.”
Yuki answered honestly. Mikuru had needed to change in a stall in the girls’ bathroom, and while I didn’t know whether that was why she had taken so long, she’d kept the cameraman waiting for quite a while too.
“Well then,” said Yuki.
Her honesty was dispensed with, and she now launched into the lines that had been prepared for her.
“Let us settle this now. We do not have much time. We must end this in a few minutes, at the most.”
“I agree, but… but! Itsuki will definitely choose me! Um… this is embarrassing, but I believe it’s true!”
“Unfortunately, I do not plan to respect his wishes. I require his power, and I will have it. If I must, I will conquer Earth to get it.”
Why couldn’t she just go ahead and conquer Earth, and then gain control of Itsuki after she’d done so? No one would be able to resist her then, and Mikuru would be left to struggle alone as the majority went ahead and handed over Itsuki—not even the loveliest of battle waitresses would be able to stop them.
And anyway, if she had the power to conquer Earth, shouldn’t capturing just one person be no problem?
“I won’t let you! That’s why I’ve come from the future!”
Oh, right. Mikuru was a waitress from the future. That fact had been used hardly at all so far, so I was starting to wonder.
The laser-beam fight scenes between Yuki and Mikuru now started
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