A Clash of Trigger Fingers | Imai vs. Okita
{ ✦ } — — In the midst of hauling herself over from work on grounds other than her headquarters' seclusion, the only reason why she had swiped her eyes over the windows of the shopping district was her tendency of caution, and not because of spendthrift's intentions. Specifically, not due to the fact that she had caught wind of the latest holographic gaming system, and definitely not due to the fact that Bokemon B and C had jumped, arial-aced, and rapid-spinned into the badwagon of the latest simulation.
Her eyes caught on the red poster slapped and propped onto display glasses and her being was involuntarily frozen.
「EXCLUSIVE EDITION FOR BOKEMON B AND C!!」
「INSIDE THE PACKAGE: BIKACHU HOLOGRAPHIC KEYCHAIN WITH VARIOUS CUTE SOUNDS!!! A BOOKLET OF BOKEMON PROFILES AND WALKTHROUGHS!! BEHIND THE SCENES OF THE GAME'S IN-MAKING... 」
Clumps of letters of information bore the fire of glee within her to the point when she curled her fingers over the hilt of her katana and squeezed until...
「LIMITED NUMBER OF COPIES. TODAY IS THE LAST DAY!!!!」
.... her line of vision halted on one determining sentence.
Her eyes flicked towards the caterpillar-like line of wretched weaklings.
"..."
Aa-aah... It was so much easier when all you have to do is slice down the hindrances.
But another way would be fine.
Her fingers deftly reached for the bottle of laxatives in her uniform jacket so as to not be seen by anyone and poured the content on the box of Mr. Donuts she had been coincidentally carrying. Then she proceeded to cup her hand on the side of her mouth and shouted.
"FREE DOUGHNUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTS!!!"








