Stocking Paper: "Girl, can you stop this from collapsing?"
Girl: "I'm broken somewhere, I'm just a little more invincible."
Stocking paper: "Your skills are not in line with science."
Girl: "Isn't that what you wrote? Damn it, you control 'metal', 'wood', 'water', 'fire' and 'earth' and you're still talking about me here, so you're going to collapse."
A certain stocking paper (with guilty curly hair): "I just hope you can be stronger."
Girl (sweating in cold sweat): "This is just the rhythm of destroying the world."