It's not like you weren't trying! You'll give Keiko all of your power to make up for it! (15 Power)

You knew things looked pretty bad now, but truth be told, you wanted to help Keiko all along! It's just... what are you supposed to do?! A sword can't beat a rifle!

"Katappashikara-dono, I will never acknowledge that defeatist lie! If you have any power in your body, give it to me! I'll brute **** a solution!" Keiko demanded with her telepathy, putting on the fierce expression of a samurai preparing to march into her **** against a gun-wielding opponent.

You didn't understand what it meant, but you focused, feeling your head hurt with the **** of exertion as you tried to channel as much of your power into Keiko as possible. Her eyes began to shine and her sword adopted a strange, grass green glow. If you had to give a name to that aura, you'd call it **** ferocity... that might be a good sign, right? Hopefully it means she's inspired and not about to cry... Either would make sense.

Her opponent was banking on the latter. "Game over, rookie!!" Buchikowasu shouted, as though she herself wasn't a rookie, aiming her gun with lightning speed and firing off a shot. She didn't even wait for it to connect; she blasted two more times. Each shot was headed straight for one of Keiko's skimpy charm tags... It was all over!

No! The shots rebounded! But how?!

The oddly shaped sword had come apart at its hinges... various pieces were clumped together, shielding her tags with their reflective surfaces. At the last moment, that weapon had become a shield! That was the power of Keiko's ability that you'd granted her... The god-given ability to not give a damn! What an amazing power you had hidden away!

While Keiko was safe, Buchikowasu had been hit with every shot, blasting away metal, leather, and cloth alike, until she was left in a state only slightly less embarrassing than Keiko's... That's what happens when you aim all your shots at the boobs and clit and they fire straight back, it stands to reason. The MC was laughing about that. "Buchiko made a critical misfire! What kind of hunter shoots themself?!" she joked, garnering the laughter of the audience.

"Bu-chi-ko-was-suuu!" the other girl roared, shaking her fist irritably. The only thing she had left was a tattered, spaghetti-stained, tiger-print two piece, with the word "DON" printed across the back and the cigar-smoking skull displayed on her tattered black stockings. Bits and pieces of metal and black, leather clothing lay all around her. This outfit gave a pretty good look at that meaty ass of hers, and her wide hips, which... could use a little bit more of Keiko's signature martial training. No, there's no use beating around the bush: Buchiko was a little fat for a priestess. She did still have her mask on... you didn't know if that was a point of pride for her or actually a way Don had invented to stop her from spreading germs.

You'd managed to surge back, but Keiko was on her last legs... Even now, Buchiko was in the better position. Maybe you'd win if she tried the same attack again, but you felt like something else was coming...

((Power +2))
((Faith +1))
((Buchikowasu's Tier -2))