[My comedic brain, please come back... (waving handkerchief.gif)]
=Blurb=
A second ago, Fushimi was replying to Sam's text. Then an unknown Aeon kicked him into the world of Detective Conan.
The Stellaron Hunters descended from the sky in a dramatic display, landing right in the middle of a suspicious transaction involving men in black.
Fushimi, his face covered in blood, looked up. "Hello."
Gin: "..."
I died, and then I came back to life.
[System Tutorial: Hello, player. The Trailblaze interface has been activated. You currently have negative one Trailblaze Point.]
[System Tutorial: You must find ways to earn the remaining Trailblaze Points yourself. We recommend prioritizing the completion of the plot...]
Fushimi, killed by the plot from the start: "..."
This tutorial is completely useless!!?
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Although he'd been shot in the head, Fushimi was still stubbornly having a good time.
After all, he'd once lost an assignment with Blade-chan so badly because his taunts were too effective (Blade-chan: ?). At the liquor company, he'd found a team setup that suited him even better.
Even if this setup required a little too much skill, a little too much brainpower, and had a little too high a chance of costing him his life...
None of that was a problem for him.
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Much later, when the train received a commission and arrived at this time-tangled plane to collect their comrade on behalf of the Stellaron Hunters...
Fushimi had become a full-fledged whale, enthusiastically recommending the latest card-reading game to a staff member at the Poirot Café.
Fushimi was generous: "Trust me, friend. Do another ten-pull!"
The barista hesitated. "Can you get hard pity on something like fate, too?"
Fushimi replied with a perfectly straight face: "Of course."
As long as you spend enough life points, the chessboard of fate will eventually be arranged just the way you want it.
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Blurb written on 240309~ (brainstorming alien slams into a wall.gif)
Theme: Fate is meant to be broken!