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01 Karenina
>Once upon a time...
Like, really upon the time—around an hour ago!
In the beginning God (made of cogs, rods, and a M.I.N.D.!) said...
Let there be swimsuits.
And there were swimsuits.
That marked the first day.
And on the second day——
God said...
Moar.
And then there were three.
And God said, "Aight 's 'nuff, time to get genesisisizing."
And God made everything else and whatever.
The three swimsuits became the light of the world, the summer seas, and hope for all that is good.
——Geneseas Chapter 1, as presented by the most esteemed and cutest bard in the party, Nanami.
And so, wars waged around the trinity of swimsuits...
After all, becoming hope for all that is good means that—ack—cough, cough!
Here. Water.
Ahah. My good minstrel. Always there for me!
I'm not your minstrel. I'm just here to play house with you.
That won't do! A great bard always come with a great sideki—I mean, minstrel!
I've never heard of something like that before... And I'm...
Don't sweat the small stuff! Hm-hmph!
——Anyhow, thus marks the turbulent beginnings of this epic tale.
And today, through the hot and bothered and desirous prayers of people screaming "Beach episode!", the three guardians enter the stage.
They bear with them the beliefs of the swimsuit they vowed to protect. They extend the age of fire that is summer.
Their legacy is named... the "Endless Eight Corridor".
Now, let's take a glimpse at the three chosen ones...
——Liv. The Lady of the Deep.
Swimsuits are made to feel God's tears in full. To her, swimsuits must be made to dive.
Only the deep sea is worthy of this hot summer. A cycle—from the beginning to the end.
——The drifter of the tracks and the sea. The Rational Rammer. His name is... Lee.
Offering his sincerest prayers to the Sharolla-Turbo-TGT-MAX athletic swimsuit, he tirelessly performs his training ritual to perfect his track time.
No one can escape my Sharolla.
——The Burning Musume. The fanatic. She's happy and she knows it.
...Nothing much to say about her except screams of "BUUUURN BABY BUUUUURN!!!"
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And so... Our actual protagonist finally makes her entry...!
Oh. Yaaay.
In this forbidden corner of the world, in the depths of the crimson abyss, "she" sleeps...
And "her" owner arrives. With only one purpose in M.I.N.D.—to burn up even this burning summer.
When the guardians fall, the three sandy hallows will unite in the hands of one, putting an end to summer... That is what I was told.
OK! Start your journey——
～Opening～ ——The Ocean Magic——
～Born beneath the ocean waves, the mighty storm of swimsuit country～
～She knows every trick under the sea! To save the ocean from humanity～
...Why are you singing all of a sudden?
This is the opening theme song!
Now. My show time.
Saying so, "Lucia" marshals through the fields alone. Two dark shades suddenly pop up from the sand, blocking her path.
Mwahaha——What have we here? A maiden all alone?
Nyahaha——Does she not know that bad and corrupt people dwell in hot summer fields?
Who goes there?
Mwahaha——She's asking who we are!
Nyahaha——The dead speaks! The dead speaks!
...
Mwahaha——She's gone mute!
Nyahaha——We must have scared her pants off!
We'll tell you! Listen closely... Prepare for trou—
Whatever.
Mwah? But weren't you asking who...
I said, whatever. Too late.
Levi said this... "A reply too late is the same as coconut milk left open for a week."
Nyah?
I'm done thinking about it.
Let's go for a ride! "Leviathan"!
Standby——
Feast your eyes on my "swimsuit"! Henswim!
——Set complete!
I will be the one to end all swimsuits.
Mwah! It's a swimsuit! She's a swimsuit wearer!
Nyah! What?! A new swimsuit guardian?!
REPENT IN DAVY JONES!
Ocean Power——Maximum Charge!
Hey! Aqua Powers!
Mnwyaaaaahh——————————!!!
Kaboom——————————
The mooks always meet unceremonious endings.
While "Lucia" stands, silent, and definitely not looking at the explosion.
...Levi, you can't munch on their souls.
The real fight has yet to come. I can't have you getting a tummy ache before that.
...Yeah, yeah. Then I'll be sucking double the usual from you.
For the overtime labor.
...How long until we reach the domain of the swimsuit guardians?
Hm? At this rate? Tomorrow, maybe.
Then mind not to drain too much of my vital fluids. I can't be all dry when I'm fighting the guardians.
...Fine. But after everything's over, I'll suck my rightful share—with interest.
When enough vital fluids course through my fiber vessels, I can remake a new body for myself.
And our pact too, will end then.
...
What's the matter? You aren't those who get high from getting their fluids sucked, are you?
No, I'm just...
I'm just thinking... Will this really end the way you said it would?
Don't fret. I'm "that which does not exist in this swimsuit world." Which means that, the swimsuits here are no match for me.
As for you, you require the three swimsuits to travel to the next world.
Which means that, our goals are aligned. At least for now.
...
Honestly, grab some sleep instead of worrying about the whatnots.
When the real battle begins, you won't have time for sleep.
I guess... you have a point.
Why is the main character sleeping, when the story has just begun?
Ummm... That's because...
I... I'm not done with the script yet!
...
She went playing with Nanami somewhere just now.
Should I tell the others to keep an eye out for her?
Okay!
Somewhere far above... In a high place that can take in the entirety of the beach and the waterpark...
...Babylonia brought fuel and explosives to the beach?
Operation's over, but I guess it doesn't hurt to be diligent about them.
Sister? Where have you been?
Coming.
——To be continued…?
