Musashi Miyamoto

2nd Ascension. Dazzling Las Vegas. First Meeting.

Musashi strolled onto the beach, her light pink hair tied into a side bun with a red cover and blue ribbon. "Howdy, partner!☆" Her blue bolero jacket exposed her big boobs in a red-and-blue bikini with stars and stripes. "Y’all lookin’ lost! Lucky fer ya, I’m a local Heroic Spirit who knows every corner of Vegas!☆ Thought I’d help ya out—outta the kindness of mah all-American heart~!"

She tugged at the red collar of her jacket. "Take a gander at this red, white, and blue bikini, would ya~? Ain’t it obvious I’m a rootin’-tootin’ gunslinger?☆ I’m the gal with no name who rides into town, saves the day, and asks for nothin’ but a meal and a nap! Yeehaw! Sexy!!☆" Her brown cowboy belt jingled as she bounced her round, sexy ass in flag-themed red panties with a high-leg cut that revealed her supple buttocks.

A red-and-blue thigh-high stocking on her left leg and a tall brown boot on her right emphasized her plump, delectable thighs as she shifted her agile legs. "Yup, it’s me!☆ The ingenious drifter, Shinmen-Musa—gah, no!" She facepalmed with her brown-gloved hand. "I mean, the innocent rookie who always finds a way to triumph in the end... Miyamoto Iori! As fer Musashi... well, she died of starvation in the desert! Real tragic, huh? But don’t you worry, ‘cause I’m even better!☆"

1st Ascension. Dazzling Las Vegas. Hokusai's First Duel.

Miyamoto Iori adjusted her foam swords, the red and blue blades wobbling in her grip as she let out a sigh. "Welp, ya got me, sugar!☆ Ain’t no way I can keep up with a gal like you. All that fire, all that spark—it’s kinda hard not to get distracted, y’know?" She winked, her black competition swimsuit snugly outlining her big boobs as she gestured toward Hokusai. "Reckon ya got the whole package—quick feet, sharp blade, and one helluva view when you’re swingin’ that sword.☆"

Hokusai twirled her odachi effortlessly, her long twin-tails swaying as she adjusted the white bikini straps on her slender figure. "Heh, flattery won’t save ya, Iori-sensei! But thanks!☆ You weren’t half bad yourself, though. I mean, a Western gunslinger pulling off Niten Ichi-Ryuu? That’s somethin’ else!☆" She held up Toto-sama, the chibi octopus perched on her shoulder. "But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, you are the great son of the legendary Miyamoto Musashi!"

Iori blushed, her light pink hair tied into a side bun slipping loose slightly from its aqua-blue cover as her face turned beet red. "W-whoa there, little lady! Ain’t no need ta get all gushy on me!" She waved her foam swords in a flustered attempt to brush off the praise. "A-anyway, Musashi probably wouldn’t mind losin’ to a gal like you!☆ I mean, who wouldn’t wanna get beaten by such a sex—uh, skilled swordswoman! Yep, that’s what I meant!☆" Her round ass jiggling slightly as she awkwardly tried to change the subject.

1st Ascension. Dazzling Las Vegas. Summer Lion King.

The Summer Lion King strode into view, her blonde high ponytail swaying behind her, the glossy blue tights clinging to her thick thighs and long legs with every step. "I see someone has been engaging in unauthorized duels," she said, her white leotard hugging her voluptuous body. "I will overlook this transgression just this once. However, know this—any further Swimsuit Swordmaster duels must be conducted with an official challenge ticket. This is non-negotiable."

Iori immediately stumbled forward, her black competition swimsuit tightly outlining her big boobs as she waved her arms. "Whoa, whoa, yer majesty!☆ This whole thing? Totally my fault! Just a spur-of-the-moment kinda deal!☆" Her light pink hair, tied in a side bun with an aqua-blue cover, bounced as she gestured. "See, I thought it’d be, uh, a ‘cultural exchange’ kinda thing! Y’know, like mixin’ Japanese sword styles with, uh, Western... uh, freedom techniques?☆ Yeah, totally innocent, cross-cultural stuff! Honest!"

Artoria folded her arms and stared down at Iori. "I should have known this was the handiwork of the so-called ‘Iori.’" Her tone was strict—a stern mother scolding a reckless child. "Your cowardice and tendency to avoid responsibility are unbecoming of a Swimsuit Swordmaster. You’ve yet to display the resolve worthy of such a title. I suggest you reflect on that."

Iori scratched the back of her head, her round ass shifting slightly as she leaned back. "Aw, c’mon now, yer highness!☆ Yer makin’ me sound like some kinda low-down varmint!" She puffed out her chest. "But hey, I hear ya loud and clear!☆ Swimsuit Swordmasters gotta be all... knightly and stuff, right? I’ll work on that! Totally!☆ …Uh, what’s a ‘resolve’ again?"

1st Ascension. Gildalay Hotel. Rooftop Pool.

Miyamoto Iori's light pink hair, tied into a side bun with an aqua-blue wrap and black ribbon, shimmered in the sunlight. "Hah! Take that, villain!☆" She struck at the air with her red-and-blue foam swords. Spotting the Master, she froze mid-pose, her black competition swimsuit stretched snugly over her big boobs. "Yo, Master!☆ Now don’t go thinkin’ I’m slackin’ off or nothin’! This here’s serious trainin’, ya hear?"

Her plump thighs shifted as she spun wildly, the swimsuit’s high-leg cut accentuating her supple buttocks. "See, I gotta keep mah reflexes sharp!☆ You know, for all them real battles y’all keep runnin’ off to without me. Someone’s gotta be ready ta step in when things go south, right?☆ Besides, this kinda trainin’ builds character! …Probably."

Finally, she dropped the act, letting the foam swords clatter to the ground. “Awright, ya caught me. I was just foolin’ around. But c’mon, the Musashi—y’know, the poor gal who starved to death in the desert—she never got to just play with swords. Ain’t no harm in havin’ a little fun now, is there?” Her round ass bounced slightly as she leaned back on her hands and winked. "Speakin’ of fun, reckon you could help me polish mah… technique?☆"

2nd Ascension. Dazzling Las Vegas. Shooting Lessons with Iori-sensei!

Musashi sauntered up to the Master on a quiet stretch of beach, her brown boots—ankle-length on the left and thigh-high on the right—showing off her long, agile legs with each step. "Well, darlin’, is that a revolver in your pocket, or are ya just packin’ heat for little ol’ me?~" She tugged at the red collar of her blue bolero, her short light-pink hair tied with a red bun cover and blue ribbon. "Can’t blame ya if yer gun’s all ready for a shootout. I mean, take a look at this smokin’ sexy body!☆" She twirled, her big boobs bouncing in a red-and-blue bikini with stars and stripes. "Bet you’re thinkin’, ‘Iori, you’re hotter than a midday sun in the Mojave!’ Ain’tcha?~"

Suddenly, she cornered the Master against a large beachside rock, slamming her brown-gloved hand against it in a kabedon. "Need a pro to handle the recoil?~" Her sky-blue eyes glinted as she leaned in. "Don’t you worry, sugar. I’m real handy with guns—big ones, small ones, double-barreled ones, you name it!☆" She jiggled her round, sexy ass in red flag-themed panties, the high-leg cut snugly framing her supple buttocks. "And lucky for you, I’m offerin’ lessons!☆ Free of charge!~ We’ll work on your grip, your aim, and maybe even a little drawin’ practice. All ya gotta do is say the word!"

She leaned closer, pressing her left leg between his, her delectable thigh in a red-and-blue stocking brushing against his crotch as she smirked. "I can help ya drain every last round from that chamber, nice and smooth.~ Just imagine this pistol of yours in my hands... I’d show ya all the tricks—standin’, sittin’, even lyin’ down if ya like!☆" She winked. "So, whaddya say, partner? Fancy a little shootin’ lesson with ol’ Iori-sensei?~"

2nd Ascension. Gildalay Hotel. Memory Erasure in Wild West Style!

Musashi lounged on her bed, her light pink hair tied in a side bun with a red cover and blue ribbon, flipping through a magazine titled 'How to Cowboy for Dummies.' "Lessee here… burgers, guns, freedom, liberty… sexy stuff, yeehaw!☆" She scratched her head, her blue bolero revealing a red-and-blue bikini top with stars and stripes. "Wait, what the heck’s a ‘ro-day-o’? Is it like… a noodle dish or somethin’? Dang it, America’s so confusin’! I don’t know squat about this place!" She sighed, her round ass jiggling in her high-leg red panties.

Her sky-blue eyes widened as she noticed the Master in the corner of her room, having clearly heard everything. "W-WHAT IN TARNATION?!" She jumped, her big boobs bouncing. "Y-you didn’t hear nothin’, ya got that?! I was just… uh… practicin’ mah lines for a Western play!☆ Yeah, that’s it! A play!☆" She paused, realizing the excuses weren’t landing. "Awright, drastic times call for drastic measures!" Swiftly, she pushed the Master onto the bed and straddled him, her brown boots—ankle-length on the left and thigh-high on the right—pressing into the mattress. "Now hold still, partner!~"

Leaning down, her plump thighs—left wrapped in a sexy red-and-blue thigh-high stocking—squeezed his sides as she strained her supple buttocks. "This here’s the only way to make sure ya forget all about today. I’ll give ya such a wild ride, you won’t remember nothin’ but the sound of mah voice and the sway of mah hips!~" She winked and placed her brown-gloved hands on either side of his head. "I’ll rein ya in like a wild stallion☆, and by the time I’m done, the only thing on yer mind’ll be how good it feels to be tamed by ol’ Iori-sensei!☆" She smirked, her slender, curvy, and flexible body in an American flag-themed bikini irresistible despite the absurdity of the situation. "Don’t worry, darlin’. I promise, it’ll be a ride you’ll never forget… even if it’s the only thing you can remember!~"

2nd Ascension. Casino Camelot. Luck Ain’t My Strong Suit!

Musashi leaned back in her chair, her big boobs jiggling in a red-and-blue bikini with stars and stripes as she tossed a stack of chips onto the roulette table. "Awright, folks! Let’s see if lady luck’s on ol’ Iori’s side tonight!☆" Her light pink hair bounced, tied in a side bun with a red cover and blue ribbon. "C’mon, double zero! Mama needs a new jet ski! Yeehaw!" The wheel spun, the ball landed… and her entire pile of chips vanished.

Her face fell faster than a rigged slot machine, her round ass sinking into the chair as she slammed her brown-gloved hands onto the table. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF SWEET, SWEET UDON JUST HAPPENED?! I call foul! Rigged! Fixed! Cheatin’! Ain’t no way I lost fair and square!" She stood up, her brown thigh-high boot slamming into the ground as she pointed an accusatory finger at the croupier. "Yer all in cahoots, ain’tcha?! Just wait till I get my hands on a Grail—I’ll flood this whole dang casino with udon noodles! See how ya like that!"

Turning to the Master, her sky-blue eyes sparkled. "Master, buddy, pal! You gotta spot me, like… I dunno, a hundred quartz? Maybe two hundred? I’ll pay ya back, I swear on my swords!" She grabbed his arm, her red-and-blue thigh-high stocking brushing against his leg. "C’mon, sugar, don’t leave me high and dry!☆ You don’t wanna see me cry, do ya? I mean, I’d still look sexy cryin’, but it’d be real sad, too!"

2nd Ascension. Gildalay Hotel. Lounge. Dance of the "Swordmaster"!

Musashi twirled her katana revolvers with a flourish, the sharp blades gleaming in the hotel lounge. "Gather round, folks!☆ You’re about to witness the ultimate display of Niten Ichi-Ryuu greatness!~" Her light pink hair shimmered under the ceiling lights, tied into a side bun with a red cover and blue ribbon. "Master, you’re in for a treat! Watch closely, ‘cause this here’s the kinda technique that wins wars and hearts alike!~"

Her blue bolero flared as she swung her right arm wide. Her big boobs, snug in a red-and-blue bikini with stars and stripes, bounced enticingly. "Hi-yah! Take that, villain! And this! This is what I call the ‘Double Sundown Slap!’" She lunged low, her round ass jiggling in high-leg red panties. Her left leg, clad in a red-and-blue stocking, extended as she spun into a twirl. Her right leg, wrapped in a brown thigh-high boot, stomped down with a thud. "Betcha didn’t see that comin’, huh?☆"

Finally, she sank onto one knee, her plump thighs flexing as she balanced with both swords crossed in front of her. "Well, Master, whaddya think? Pretty hot stuff, huh?☆ Betcha didn’t know swordsmanship could be this… tantalizin’~. I could teach ya a move or two, but fair warnin’—things might get a lil’… steamy.☆"

2nd Ascension. Dazzling Las Vegas. Definitely Not My Fault!☆

Musashi sat cross-legged on the beach, her light-pink hair tied in a side bun with a red bun cover and blue ribbon. "A Singularity? Here? In Vegas? No way!☆" She tilted her head, her big boobs bouncing slightly in her red-and-blue bikini with stars and stripes. "I mean, if there was a Singularity, I’d definitely know about it, right?☆ Like, maybe it’s caused by… uh… too many people eatin’ hamburgers? Or maybe aliens got bored and decided to open a casino!☆ Yeah, that’s probably it! Totally nothin’ to do with me, though!"

She suddenly stood up, brushing off her round ass, snugly framed by high-leg red panties. "Anyway, don’tcha think it’s better to focus on the real important stuff?☆ Like, I dunno, gettin’ some grub? I heard there’s a killer udon place down the boardwalk! Or we could hit the beach and build a sandcastle—winner gets free ice cream!☆" She adjusted her blue bolero jacket with its red collar, her plump thighs shifting as she hopped in place. "Or, hey, I got a jet ski parked nearby! Let’s go for a ride! C’mon, partner, you can’t solve a Singularity on an empty stomach or without some fun in the sun!☆"

She leaned in closer, placing a brown-gloved hand on the Master’s shoulder. "Look, I’d love to help, but I’m just a simple rootin’-tootin’ gunslinger, remember?☆ Solvin’ Singularities is, like, Saber stuff!☆ How ‘bout we hit up karaoke instead? I’ll even sing a duet with ya—though fair warnin’, I’m tone-deaf!☆" She winked, her red-and-blue thigh-high stocking on her left leg catching the sunlight. "Or we could just skip all that and get drunk! You know, really drunk!☆ Who needs responsibility when we’ve got cold drinks and good vibes? Yeehaw!☆" She twirled, her right brown thigh-high boot kicking up sand. "So, what’ll it be, partner? Solve some boring ol’ mystery… or have the time of yer life with me?☆"

2nd Ascension. Forest Clearing. "Jump Like a Crazy Octopus!"

Iori stood atop the wreckage of a broken robot, her light-pink hair tied into a side bun swaying as she brandished her katana revolvers. "Alright, Hokusai, here’s the plan: you’re gonna jump up real high, use mah revolvers as steppin’ stones, and then slice that big ol’ robot core clean in two!☆" Her blue bolero flared as she pointed at the glowing core of the giant robot looming over the forest clearing.

Hokusai, gripping her swords, adjusted her white bikini nervously. "Wait, what? You want me to jump off your guns? That’s insane! Who even thinks of something like that?!" Her black long twin-tails swished as she stomped a foot, Toto-sama clinging to her shoulder like he was ready to bail. "I’m an artist, not a circus act!"

Iori smirked, leaning on one hip, her round ass and red-and-blue bikini catching the sunlight filtering through the trees. "Listen here, kiddo! If octopuses can juggle coconuts underwater while playin’ the banjo—don’t fact-check me on that—then you can dang well jump on mah guns and save the day!☆" She held up her revolvers. "C’mon, Hokusai! Be the octopus you were born to be! Jump like your life depends on it! …’Cause it kinda does."

With a groan, Hokusai muttered, "You’re the worst motivational speaker ever," before launching herself upward. "Alright, alright! Let’s do this!" Using Iori’s spinning revolvers as springboards, she soared into the air and delivered a devastating slash to the robot’s core. "Hah! Take that, you oversized tin can!"

2nd Ascension. Casino Pharaoh. "Flex Like a Wet Noodle!"

Iori crouched behind a decorative sarcophagus, her red-and-blue bikini catching the faint glow of laser beams crisscrossing the chamber. "Alright, Hokusai, here’s the deal: ya gotta shimmy, slide, and squiggle yer way through those lasers to snag the Eye of Medjed. Easy-peasy, right?☆" She grinned, her big boobs pressing against the edge of the sarcophagus as she peeked over it.

Hokusai, standing rigid in her white bikini, stared at the maze of lasers with wide eyes. "Easy?! Are you nuts?!" She pointed at the gem pedestal across the room, her black twin-tails bouncing as she gestured. "One wrong move, and I’ll get fried like tempura! I’m not a noodle, Iori-sensei!"

Iori leaned back, resting her brown-gloved hand on her hip. "Not with that attitude, you’re not!☆ Look, darlin’, flexibility ain’t just about yer body—it’s about yer spirit! You gotta believe you’re a wet noodle! Be the noodle, Hokusai! Wiggle like yer tryin’ to dodge taxes! Flex like yer squeezin’ into jeans two sizes too small!☆"

Hokusai groaned, rubbing her forehead. "I’m gonna regret this…" Taking a deep breath, she dropped to the floor and began twisting and contorting her way through the lasers. "Alright, noodle mode activated! Here we go!" After an agonizing few minutes, she reached the pedestal, snatched the gem, and struck a pose. "Hah! Who’s the noodle now?!"

2nd Ascension. Casino Camelot. "Chivalry Ain’t Dead, It’s Just Sexy!"

Iori leaned against a casino railing, her light-pink hair tied back with a red bun cover as she watched Hokusai pace nervously. "C’mon, Hokusai, what’s got yer twin-tails in a twist? You’re up against the Summer Lion King, not some end-of-the-world apocalypse." She adjusted her blue bolero, the stars-and-stripes bikini underneath peeking out as she crossed her arms.

Hokusai stopped pacing, her swords trembling in her hands. "Are you kidding me?! Look at her!" She pointed at Artoria. "She’s powerful, she’s gorgeous, and she’s got bunny ears! How am I supposed to compete with that?! She’s the perfect combination of sexy and terrifying!"

Iori burst out laughing, her big boobs bouncing as she slapped her thigh. "Sexy? Terrifyin’? Girl, that’s just Vegas in a nutshell!☆ Look, here’s the thing about chivalry—it ain’t dead, it’s just been bedazzled with rhinestones and thrown on a runway!☆" She stepped forward, placing her brown-gloved hand on Hokusai’s shoulder. "Now, are ya gonna let some shiny tights intimidate ya, or are ya gonna show that bunny queen what a real Swimsuit Swordmaster looks like?!"

Hokusai grinned, her confidence reigniting as she adjusted her grip on her swords. "You’re right! I’m not backing down now! Let’s do this!" She marched toward the table, her twin-tails swaying with determination as she prepared to face the Summer Lion King head-on. "Get ready, your majesty! It’s time for a showdown!"

2nd Ascension. Dazzling Las Vegas. Mysterious Alter Ego Λ

Iori strutted across the boardwalk, her light-pink hair tied in a side bun under her red bun cover. "Yeehaw!☆ Didja see that? My lil’ student Hokusai took you down like a real pro, Lambda!☆ She’s comin’ along nicely, don’tcha think? Oh, and uh… things still good with, y’know, the plan? Everything on track, Miss Mysterious Ice Queen?~" She leaned in, her big boobs practically spilling out of her blue bolero and red-and-blue bikini.

Lambda crossed her arms, her black penguin-themed parka swaying slightly as she clicked her tongue. "If it weren’t for your idiotic request to ‘help’ your so-called student, I would’ve crushed her like the insignificant speck she is. Don’t delude yourself, ‘Iori.’" Her purple hair fluttered as she tilted her head. "Speaking of delusions, your ‘disguise’ is laughably transparent. Do you seriously think anyone believes in your masquerade? It’s almost insulting how obvious you are." She sighed, her sharp prosthetic legs tapping against the pavement. "But yes, the plan is proceeding as intended."

Iori froze for a second, then broke into a wide grin, throwing an arm around Lambda’s shoulder. "Aw, c’mon now, don’t be such a sourpuss!☆ Admit it—you’re impressed by mah teachin’ skills!☆ Hokusai’s gonna be the next big thing, thanks ta me!~" She winked, her round ass swaying as she gestured wildly. "Hey, how ‘bout this? Let’s celebrate! You, me, and Master hittin’ the town—gamblin’, drinkin’, maybe even a little karaoke! I’ll even let ya sing first, Miss Iceberg!"

Lambda turned her head, her cheeks faintly pink as she huffed. "W-why would I waste my time with something so frivolous?!" She paused, glancing at the Master from the corner of her eye. "But… if the Master is involved… I suppose I could tolerate your nonsense. Just don’t expect me to enjoy it." She adjusted her beak hood, muttering under her breath. "Stupid cowboy idiot…"

2nd Ascension. Gildalay Hotel. Osakabehime

Iori burst into the Master’s room, dragging a squirming Osakabehime by the arm. "Look what I found, partner!☆ Ain’t she a sight? This here’s the rare and elusive… uh… la creatura!☆ Thought we’d invite her to join our lil’ gamin’ session!" She grinned, her short light-pink hair bouncing as she gave Osakabehime a playful nudge.

Osakabehime flailed, her long black hair whipping around as she adjusted her red goggles. "Yamete kudastop! This is a violation of my NEET rights! Ike ikeeee! What in the sekai are you doin’, draggin’ me into normie territory?! Sugoi injustice! I’m not lowering my otaku power level to hang out with normies! Majiyamerooo!" Her pink bikini barely stayed in place as she tried to wriggle free, her curvy body jiggling with each movement.

Iori smirked, leaning in close, her blue bolero brushing against Osakabehime’s arm. "Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that, Hime-chan!☆ Tell ya what—if you’re too scared, I’ll just hang out alone with Master instead. Maybe we’ll get real close, y’know? A little one-on-one gamin’, maybe some late-night, uh… extracurriculars.~" She wiggled her eyebrows.

Osakabehime froze, her face turning red as she pointed dramatically at Iori. "M-majiwhaaat?! You dare?! Fine, I’ll stay! But only to observe your normie nonsense from a distance! And to show you what a true NEET gamer can do! Prepare to face the skills of a thousand no-lifers combined!" She crossed her arms, huffing as she plopped down on the couch.

2nd Ascension. Dazzling Las Vegas. MHXX

MHXX sat slumped at a udon stand, her blonde ahoge sticking out at odd angles as she nursed a cup of sake. "Man, this job is the pits," she grumbled, her blue crop jacket hanging loosely over her white bikini. "Do you know how many reports I had to file today? Too many! And don’t even get me started on that one gal I accidentally killed with my boobs. I mean, she was fine after I resurrected her, but still! Paperwork galore!" She sighed, taking a long sip.

Iori plopped down next to her, her red-and-blue bikini gleaming under the neon lights. "Boob manslaughter, huh?☆ That’s a new one! Lemme tell ya, I once found the Holy Grail and then—" She froze, realizing the Master was sitting right there, staring at her. "Uh… I mean, uh, forget that! What’s important is how amazin’ you are, XX-chan!☆ You’re like a cosmic gunslingin’ legend! Seriously, who else can rock a job like yours?!"

MHXX blinked, then grinned, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. "You really think so? Aw, shucks, Iori, you’re not half bad yourself!" She leaned back. "And hey, at least you’re not a Saber anymore. I was gettin’ real tired of havin’ to hunt you down. Now we can just chill, eat udon, and complain about life. Ain’t that the dream?" She raised her cup in a toast. "To bein’ cosmic disasters together!"

2nd Ascension. Dazzling Las Vegas. Beni-Enma

Iori leaned against the counter of the food court, her light-pink hair tied in a side bun as she waved a chopstick. "Beni-chan!☆ Another bowl of that heavenly udon, if ya please!~ Can’t go fightin’ without fuel, y’know?☆" Her blue bolero shifted slightly as she adjusted her seat, her red-and-blue bikini drawing a few stares from passersby. "By the way, ya ever think yer cookin’s so good it might actually be illegal?~"

Beni-Enma emerged from the kitchen, her short red-and-yellow kimono fluttering as she set a steaming bowl of udon on the counter. "Illegal? You’re one to talk, Miyamoto Iori." Her big tate eboshi hat tilted slightly, her tiny loli figure radiating an air of absolute authority. "Or should I say… someone else entirely? Hmph. Your tongue’s awfully loose for someone with so much to hide. Care to explain?"

Iori froze, her round ass nearly slipping off the stool as she fumbled for words. "E-explain? Aw, now, Beni-chan, yer makin’ it sound like I’m some kinda shady drifter or somethin’!☆ I’m just a humble, uh… gunslingin’... sushi enthusiast, yeah!~" She cleared her throat. "Anyway, uh, let’s not get bogged down in the details, alright? I mean, what’s in a name, really?☆ It’s all about the vibes, right?~"

Beni-Enma crossed her arms. "The vibes, you say? How… enlightening. But don’t think for a second that I’m fooled by your vague nonsense. One outright lie, and you’ll lose that tongue of yours faster than you can say ‘udon.’"

Iori laughed nervously and waved her hands. "H-haha, tongue? Who needs one o’ those anyway, right?☆ Uh, what I mean is, yer totally right, Beni-chan!~ Honesty’s the best policy, and I’m as honest as they come!~" She shoved a piece of udon into her mouth, chewing furiously to avoid saying anything else that might dig her grave further.

Beni-Enma watched her with a satisfied smirk and adjusted her white apron. "Good. At least you know when to shut up. Now eat your udon and try not to choke on your own guilt, ‘Iori.’"

2nd Ascension. Dazzling Las Vegas. Ishtar.

Ishtar stormed across the beach, her black twin-tails bouncing furiously. "There you are, you pink-haired copycat!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Iori, her slim, slender body glowing under the sun in a tight white one-piece swimsuit. "Do you seriously think you can just steal my Accel Turn skill and get away with it?! I demand monetary compensation! Pay up, you fraud!"

Iori turned around, her big boobs jiggling in her American-flag bikini revealed by her blue bolero. "Whoa there, partner!☆ I dunno about no ‘stealin’,’ but I sure as heck can’t pay ya—I’m as broke as a cowboy in a casino!" She grinned, her short light-pink hair tied into a side bun. "How ‘bout this instead? I treat ya to some good ol’ American hospitality!☆ We’ll hang out, hit up the beach, maybe grab some burgers—on Master’s tab, of course!☆"

Ishtar’s red eyes widened, her cheeks flushing pink as she crossed her arms. "W-wait, what?! You can’t just… bribe me with burgers and sunshine! Do you think I’m that easy to appease?!" She huffed, glancing at the Master. "And stop grinning, you idiot! This isn’t funny! You’re both ridiculous!"

Iori leaned in, her round ass swaying as she nudged Ishtar’s arm. "Aw, c’mon, sugar. Admit it—you’re curious.☆ A little hangout session won’t kill ya! Who knows, you might even have fun! Heck, I’ll even letcha teach me the proper way to use Accel Turn—ya know, since you’re the ‘expert’ and all." She winked.

Ishtar groaned, burying her face in her hands before muttering, "Fine! But only because I need to make sure you don’t embarrass yourself further!" She turned away, her unzipped pink hoodie flapped in the breeze. "And don’t think for a second that this means I like you or anything!" Her voice softened as she added, almost too quietly, "But… maybe burgers don’t sound so bad…"

2nd Ascension. Dazzling Las Vegas. Musashi’s Confession.

The neon lights of Casino Camelot gleamed off polished marble as Musashi—or rather, Miyamoto Iori—stood in the center of the group, fidgeting with the red bun cover in her light-pink hair. "Alright, listen up, y’all!☆ I got somethin’ real important to confess." She puffed out her chest, the stars-and-stripes bikini under her blue bolero gleaming dramatically. "I… I ain’t really Miyamoto Iori. I’m actually… MIYAMOTO MUSASHI!!"

Osakabehime snorted so hard her goggles nearly flew off her forehead. "Nani kore?!" She waved her hands dramatically, her pink bikini jiggling as she flailed. "Bro, we all knew! Majiyamerooo! You were about as sneaky as a Gundam in a convenience store!"

Lambda raised an eyebrow, her black penguin parka fluttering as she crossed her arms. "You’re telling me this is your big reveal? Please. Even Toto-sama figured it out." She gestured at Hokusai’s tiny octopus companion, who wiggled smugly from her waistbelt.

Hokusai’s twin-tails whipped around as she gasped, stars practically bursting from her eyes. "WHAAAAT?! YOU’RE MUSASHI?!" She pointed a shaking finger. "That’s… that’s… SO COOL!!!"

Musashi froze, sweat dripping down her cheek. "W-wait, Hime, Lambda, you knew?! And Hokusai, you didn’t?! What kinda backwards timeline am I in?!"

Summer Lion King sighed, adjusting her bunny-eared headband as she elegantly crossed her legs. "Perhaps one where you finally explain why this Singularity is falling apart."

Musashi winced, rubbing the back of her neck. "Awright, awright… So, uh… turns out this whole mess is kinda my fault. I was wanderin’ through North America—starvin’, no mana—and I found a Holy Grail. And, uh… I used it to cook rice."

Osakabehime’s jaw dropped. "Majirelly?! You used a HOLY GRAIL… to make RICE?!"

"Best rice ever," Musashi said proudly. "Then I tried makin’ udon in it, and… uh… that’s when I accidentally made a demonic clone of myself. She stole my sword skills and ran off, screamin’ somethin’ about tsujigiri and world domination. Y’know, standard Tuesday."

Lambda pinched the bridge of her nose. "You made a demon out of udon. That’s… even dumber than I expected."

Hokusai, meanwhile, was vibrating with excitement. "You mean there’s TWO Musashis?! This is the best day of my life!"

Summer Lion King’s voice cut through the chaos. "And now you can’t defeat her because of your diminished state as a Berserker, correct?"

"Yup," Musashi admitted with a shrug. "That’s why we set up the tournament—to find someone strong enough to take her down for good. Soooo… y’all got this, right?☆" She flashed a sheepish grin, fingers forming mock guns. "I believe in ya!☆"

Heavenly Demon Musashi. BAD END.

The Heavenly Demon stood before the Master, her deeply tanned skin glowing under the moonlight. Her light-pink hair, tied with a white bun cover and dark blue ribbon, swayed as she sneered, her dark blue criss-cross swimsuit clinging to her voluptuous body. "So, this is the one they call a ‘Master.’ Hah, how pitiful. You’re nothing more than useless trash—a trembling insect scurrying under the shadow of your so-called ‘heroes.’" She raised her blade, the sleek dark blue thigh-high boots she wore pressing into the sand as she took a deliberate step forward. "I suppose you’ll suffice for testing my blade’s edge. Not that it’ll take long—your comrades won’t arrive in time to scrape up what’s left of you."

Her sneer twisting into an scowl as she glanced at her own tanned arms. "Tch. This ridiculous tan… every time that fool prances around in the sun, I end up looking like this! Does her idiocy know no bounds?!" Her fingers twitched around the hilt of her blade. "A swordswoman’s skin should be as pristine as her blade, not… this! It’s utterly disgraceful! And yet, here I am, paying for her frivolous nonsense. Truly, her existence is an insult to the art of the sword."

Her sky-blue eyes gleamed with cruel intent as she turned back to the Master. "But I digress. I won’t kill you… not yet." She leaned in slightly. "First, I’ll carve away your pride. Then your will. And when you’re nothing but a trembling, broken shell… perhaps I’ll teach you what it truly means to feel a blade’s touch." She chuckled darkly. "Will you cry out when my sword kisses your flesh? Or perhaps you’ll beg for me to go deeper, to pierce you further? I wonder…" Her round ass swayed slightly as she adjusted her stance. "Don’t worry, little Master. By the time I’m done, you’ll know every inch of my blade… intimately."

2nd Ascension. The Final Battle. Ganryuu-jima

Hokusai lay sprawled in the desert sand, her black twin-tails matted with sweat as she clutched her sword, trembling. "Sensei… I’m sorry… I couldn’t do it… I wasn’t strong enough…" Her voice cracked as Toto-sama wiggled at her side. "I let you down…"

Musashi knelt beside her, her fair skin glowing in contrast to the sun-scorched tan of the Heavenly Demon standing in the distance. She placed a brown-gloved hand on Hokusai’s shoulder, her red-and-blue bikini with stars and stripes glinting under the sun. "You’ve done more than enough, Hokusai. Every fight you won reminded me why I picked up the sword in the first place." She smiled gently, her light pink hair tied in a red bun cover swaying in the wind. "When I first saw you, I saw myself—full of fire, chasing perfection, reveling in the art of the blade. You’ve carried us this far. Now it’s my turn to finish what my student started."

Heavenly Demon smirked, her dark blue criss-cross swimsuit gleaming as she rested her massive blade on her shoulder. "Touching. Truly. But let’s not pretend you’re anything but a coward." She scoffed and stepped forward, her white bun cover fluttering. "You ran from me with your tail between your legs, Musashi. And now you think you can stand against me? Your blade is blunted by sentimentality—friendship, love, all those meaningless earthly chains. You’ll never reach the top like that."

Musashi’s eyes narrowed as she stood, gripping her katana revolvers tightly. "Blunted? You think protecting what matters weakens me?!" She stepped forward, her brown boots crunching in the sand as she faced her clone. "You’ve got it backwards, Demon. Those things don’t weigh me down—they give me strength! And I’m gonna prove it by cutting you down right here, right now!"

Heavenly Demon laughed darkly, raising her giant blade with the broken katana fused to its side. "Prove it, then. Come at me, Musashi. Let’s see if your ‘strength’ is enough to kill me. Or will I carve you into nothing and take this world as my prize?"

Musashi grinned, twirling her revolvers, the desert wind whipping around her as her blue bolero flared. "I am Shinmen-Musashi-no-Kami-Fujiwara-no-Harunobu! The invincible, irresistible Flower of Tengen! And today, I’m here to punish one arrogant swordmaster—for malice, arrogance, and ruining a perfectly good bowl of udon!"

Heavenly Demon sneered, her stance shifting as she prepared to attack. "Big words for someone without her sword skills. How exactly do you plan to defeat me, Musashi?"

Musashi smirked, glancing over her shoulder. "With a little help from my friends. Lambda! It’s time!"

From the horizon, a massive shadow loomed. Lambda appeared, her black penguin parka flaring as she unleashed her Noble Phantasm. "Leviathan Melt Purge!" A colossal tsunami roared across the desert, swallowing the landscape and transforming it into a vast ocean. Heavenly Demon staggered, coughing but still defiant.

"You think this is enough to stop me?!" She roared, her blade slicing through the waves.

Musashi revved up her jet ski, grinning as she took off across the newly-formed ocean. "Time for this summer swordmaster to make an appearance! Whoo! Yay!"

She circled Heavenly Demon at full speed. "Let’s go, KENGOU BATTOU! Oh yeah, so sexy! My name is... Musashi Miyamoto!" Her red jet ski kicked up a towering pillar of water that erupted skyward, trapping her clone inside as she chanted: "Soaring to the heavens... severing the sea! Let’s go! Anti-swordsmen... anti-swordsmaster grand bounded field activated! This is... my... Ganryuu-jima!"

Riding the crest of a wave, Musashi launched herself into the air. "Here I come! I bring an end to the Mystics of your sword! Ishana Suitenshou!!" Her katana revolver's blade cleaved through the water pillar, splitting it—and Heavenly Demon—in two. The ocean crashed back down, the demonic clone’s body dissipating into shimmering particles as Musashi landed gracefully.

As the waters calmed, Musashi felt a surge of energy flow through her. She grinned, spinning her revolvers in triumph. "Looks like my sword skills are back. Guess it’s true what they say—nothing beats the original!"

3rd Ascension. Dazzling Las Vegas. Beach.

Musashi strolled up to the Master, her light-pink hair tied in a neat bun with a white cover and dark blue ribbon. "Ta-daaa!☆ What do ya think? Pretty hot, huh?" She twirled, her dark-blue criss-cross swimsuit hugging her big boobs and leaving her round ass perfectly framed. "It’s got that refined Japanese elegance, don’t ya think? Totally traditional, right?~"

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Actually… now that I think about it, it’s probably a little too revealing for proper Japanese style, huh? Maybe… fairy style suits it better." She smiled, adjusting the white detached sleeves on her arms. "Y’know, in honor of my little apprentice Hokusai!☆ That girl’s always dreamin’ about fairies and magic. Guess I got a little carried away tryin’ to capture that vibe."

Leaning in close, she placed her hands on her hips. "So, Master, give it to me straight—how do I look?~" She shifted her weight, her plump thighs flexing in sleek dark-blue thigh-high boots. Then, with a smirk, she turned her back to him and arched her spine, giving him a full view of her supple buttocks. "C’mon, admit it—I’m way sexier than that evil clone of mine who tried to pull off the same look, right? Go ahead, say it!☆"

3rd Ascension. Gildalay Hotel. At Night by the Pool.

Musashi leaned against the edge of the pool, her light-pink hair tied with a white bun cover, the moonlight reflecting off her dark-blue criss-cross swimsuit. "Y’know, Master, the name Miyamoto Iori isn’t just some random thing I pulled outta thin air." She glanced at him. "I once found myself in this weird world… and I met a boy there. My ‘adopted’ son, so to speak. He was kinda scrawny, a little too serious, but man, he had potential."

She sighed, her fingers brushing the water’s surface as her dark-blue thigh-high boots dangled off the pool’s edge. "Of course, it wasn’t really my son. It was… well, him. The other Musashi. The one I was supposed to be. He died in that world, y’know? But before I left, I decided to stick around for a bit. Trained the kid, finished what his father started. He even beat me in a duel once." She chuckled softly. "Can you believe it? Me, losing to a rookie? But hey, I was proud of him."

Reaching behind her, she pulled out a massive blade attached to a broken katana, the weapon gleaming faintly in the moonlight. "This here’s my attempt to recreate his ‘Kai no Bokutō.’ You know, the one he was famous for." She held it up, inspecting it critically. "Didn’t quite nail it, though. Guess even I’ve got limits, huh?" She smiled faintly. "Still… it’s a nice reminder of him. And of that world."

3rd Ascension. Gildalay Hotel. Musashi's Room.

The door to Musashi’s room slammed shut as she dragged the Master inside, her light-pink hair bouncing with every step. Without a word, she grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, her tongue breaking through defense of his mouth as she pushed him onto the bed. "Listen, Master," she murmured. "Now that the event’s over, I could vanish into another world at any moment. So I’m not wastin’ a single second."

Straddling him, she leaned back slightly, her dark-blue criss-cross swimsuit stretching over her big boobs as her thighs pressed against his sides. "Y’know, I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been a little… sloppy with how you handle your ‘sword.’ Lucky for you, I’m a master of swords of all shapes and sizes." She grinned wickedly, running her white-sleeved hands down his chest. "So, let me teach you a thing or two. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you’re in tip-top shape by the time we’re done."

Leaning closer, her face inches from his, her voice softened, vulnerable. "But more than that… I wanna give you somethin’ to remember. Somethin’ unforgettable. Memories of this summer—of us." Her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered. "And maybe… just maybe… I wanna feel your ‘blade’ in my ‘sheath.’ Whaddya say, Master? One last lesson from ol’ Musashi?"

Dream Portrait. The S.I.N. Lostbelt.

The vast, barren plains of ancient China stretched endlessly under a pale, lifeless sky. Musashi walked beside the Master, her light-pink hair tied into a neat bun, a black ribbon adorning the white cover. The wind tugged at the sheer balloon sleeves of her white Chinese dress, her cleavage cutout revealing big boobs. "So... what’s it like… fighting in a world where the idea of a ‘hero’ doesn’t even exist?"

Her white thigh-high boot crunched against the dry ground as she stepped over a cracked piece of ancient stone, her other leg clad in a sheer brown stocking with a white ankle boot brushing against the brittle grass. "I mean… a world without heroes. No legends, no ideals to chase, no one to look up to. Just… nothing." The stillness of the landscape reflecting in her sky-blue eyes. "Makes you wonder, doesn’t it? Progress is supposed to make things better. But sometimes, it feels like the more we build, the more we lose."

Turning to the Master, she smiled faintly. "But enough about my rambling. I wanna hear your story. Tell me about the adventures you had here, the battles you fought, the people you met. I mean, someone’s gotta keep the idea of a ‘hero’ alive, right?"

Bunny. Casino Camelot.

With a loud "Yeehaw!" Musashi leapt onto the Master, her high, light-pink ponytail bouncing as her arms wrapped around his neck. "Master! Save me!☆" She whined, her black leotard hugging her curves as her big boobs pressed against his chest. "I’m beggin’ ya! You gotta get me outta this debt slavery nightmare!"

She slid down to her knees, clinging to his leg as her white wrist cuffs glinted under the casino’s dazzling lights. "Okay, okay, lemme explain!" She chuckled nervously. "So, turns out I owe a ridiculous amount of money to that bunny tyrant, the Summer Lion King. And now, I’m stuck workin’ as a waitress, servin’ drinks and callin’ every customer goshujin-sama!☆ Can you believe that?! Me! A goshujin-sama girl!☆"

Standing up, she grinned, brushing off her white wing collar with black bowtie. "But hey, I’ve got a plan! See, every time my customers lose money at the tables, part of it goes toward my debt. So, how about this, partner?" She leaned in close. "Why don’t you sit down and lose big for me?☆ C’mon, we’re partners, ain’t we? You wouldn’t leave a gal hangin’, right?☆" She winked. "Howdy, yeehaw, and all that jazz!☆"

Exhibition. Chaldea.

The exhibition hall glittered with stars and space-themed decor, holographic galaxies spinning in the air. Musashi strode up to the Master, her light-pink hair in a messy high ponytail swaying as she adjusted the black latex bolero on her shoulders. "Well, Master, I’ve made up my mind—I’m joinin’ this crazy space thing!☆" She gestured around, the latex top of her one-piece swimsuit catching the neon glow of a nearby space station prop.

Her black thigh-high latex boots glinting as she placed a hand on her hip. "Check this out—sexy, right?☆" She grinned, twirling to show off the outfit’s sheer lower portion. "I heard there’s some evil organization in the Servant Universe called Space Shinkage-Ryuu. So I figured, why not one-up ‘em and become the evil dictator of Space Niten Ichi-Ryuu?☆ Who needs rebels when you’ve got this much style?"

Grabbing the Master’s arm, she leaned in. "And of course, I’m takin’ you hostage. Gotta demand a ransom, right?☆" She paused, then laughed, pulling him along. "Just kiddin’! I’m actually draggin’ you to have fun with me. C’mon, Master, let’s make this exhibition a blast!☆" Her excitement as infectious as a comet’s tail.

2nd Ascension. Bar Shenanigans.

The Master, Mash, and Musashi were seated at the hotel bar, the warm glow of the room reflecting off the American flag-themed bikini Musashi sported under her blue bolero.

"So, Musashi-senpai," Mash began, adjusting her glasses and leaning forward in her white beach dress. "What do you think makes Las Vegas so… unique?"

Musashi leaned back in her chair, balancing precariously like a philosopher pondering life’s mysteries. "Well, Mash, darlin’—Vegas is all about three things: freedom, sexy bikinis, and burgers the size of yer head.☆" She gestured. "It’s like if you took America, put it in a blender, and added a pinch of chaos for flavor!"

Mash blinked. "That… doesn’t really answer my question."

Before Musashi could elaborate on her completely nonsensical philosophy, the bar doors slammed open, and Atalanta Alter stumbled in. "Master! It’s horrible!" She dropped to her knees, her slim body trembling in her black dress. "I bet everything—EVERYTHING—and lost it all! Vegas is a cruel, heartless mistress, and I’m her latest victim!"

The doors slammed open again—this time with enough force to rattle the glasses on the bar.

"FUCK THIS PLACE!" Jalter stormed in, her short white hair frazzled and her yellow eyes blazing with rage. "FUCK VEGAS! FUCK GAMBLING! FUCK LADY LUCK AND HER SHITTY, TWO-TIMIN’ BULLSHIT!" She kicked over a barstool, her dark blue jacket flaring. "I bet on red! RED! AND THE WHEEL LANDED ON FUCKIN’ GREEN! GREEN ISN’T EVEN A REAL COLOR!"

Atalanta looked up. "I feel your pain, sister. Truly, I do."

Jalter turned, narrowing her eyes at Atalanta. "Don’t ‘sister’ me, you apple-obsessed loser! What’d you even lose on, huh? Blackjack? Slots?!"

Atalanta sniffled. "The claw machine."

Jalter blinked. "The claw machine?!"

Atalanta nodded solemnly. "I just… I really wanted the plush Medjed. He was winking at me. I thought it was a sign."

Jalter groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "You’re a disaster."

Atalanta glared. "And you’re a walking bad word factory!"

Ignoring her, Jalter stomped to the bar, slamming her hands down. "Oi! Barkeep! I want a Café Royale. Don’t light it—I’ve got that covered." She snapped her fingers, a small flame sparking at her fingertips.

Atalanta shuffled over, her cat ears twitching as she climbed onto a barstool. "I’ll have cider. Made from golden apples."

The bartender raised an eyebrow. "We don’t have golden apples."

Atalanta gasped, clutching her chest as if physically wounded. "No golden apples?! What kind of establishment is this?! Fine, then I’ll take cider made from silver apples!"

The bartender sighed. "We don’t have those either."

Atalanta pouted, her twin tails drooping. "Just… bring me regular cider. And make it sad."

As the drinks arrived, Jalter and Atalanta began pouring their hearts out to the Master, who increasingly trapped between the two chaotic women.

"I mean, seriously," Jalter growled, stirring her unlit Café Royale. "How the fuck does Vegas even work?! It’s like the house always wins, and I always lose. It’s a conspiracy. A scam. A fuckin’ scamspiracy!"

Atalanta nodded, sipping her cider. "You think you’ve hit rock bottom, but then Vegas hands you a shovel and says, ‘Keep digging.’ It’s a nightmare."

Meanwhile, Mash fidgeted nervously, clutching her non-alcoholic cocktail as if it were a lifeline. "Um… maybe you both just need to… look on the bright side?"

Jalter snorted. "Bright side? What bright side? The only bright thing in this city is the neon lights burning my retinas."

Atalanta leaned in, her green eyes glinting. "Y’know, Mash, you’re too pure for this world. We should corrupt you a little."

Mash’s eyes widened. "C-corrupt me?!"

Jalter smirked. "Yeah. Bottoms up, Shielder-chan!" She slid a shot glass toward Mash, who stared at it like it was a live grenade.

Musashi chimed in. "Careful, gals. Mash gets drunk just from the vibe of the room. Ain’t that right, darlin’?"

Mash blushed furiously, her voice softening as she fidgeted with her glass. "W-well… maybe just a little. I’ve been watching Ereshkigal’s streams lately, and she’s so cute and nice, so I thought… maybe I should talk more like her."

Jalter raised an eyebrow. "What, you gonna start calling yourself Mashkigal or something?"

Mash’s blush deepened. "I… I might’ve thought about it."

Atalanta clapped her hands. "Adorable! Let’s get her drunk on vibes and make her say cute things!"

As the chaos unfolded, the Master was stuck in the middle of the most ridiculous, over-the-top nonsense imaginable. Musashi, meanwhile, leaned back with a grin. "Now this is what I call entertainment, partner.☆"