You are an otome game idiot. No matter which game it is, you can play it to a be/oe/friendship ending. Even so, you are still unyielding and have bought enough discs to pile up a hill.
One day, your good classmate, the God of Strategy, finally couldn't stand your behavior of ruining otome games, and he stuffed you with a passionate fighting game: Go Pikachu!
So, you come on stage with your rich experience in otome games and blank combat game experience.
You relied on your strange brain circuits and all-out tricks to have an easy time in this supposedly difficult game. You got to know the white electric discharge cat and the black hedgehog, the crosshair and the click-nail man, and there was also an enthusiastic red-haired clown who often came to fight with you. You regarded it as a game benefit that gave you free experience, and you had a great time playing with him every time.
Until one day, the clown took a shower and revealed his face that made people take screenshots.
Your otome game radar, shamefully activated.
And this time it seems... The strategy was successful?
Looking at the red-haired clown making a strange laugh next to you, you thought with some uncertainty.
Purpose: Return to childhood
