No, I don't know how she's going to beat those grenades!

"It's your loss, Buchiko-san!" Keiko announced, releasing her batter's swing with full power, going for a home-run over the hypothetical fences.

Even to this point, you couldn't understand what was going to happen. The rectangles making up Keiko's blade flew forth from her swing and intercepted each of the grenades... then, quicker than the eyes could track, swung to the next in sequence, causing them all to rebound at an angle. That angle was not straight backwards... they'd intersected just so, sending each into a lobbed arc in the air.

"It's Bu-chi-ko-was-suuuuuu!" the other girl cried, turning to run, before being pelted with her own bombs. The arena shook with a powerful rumble as all of those grenades hit. The devastation was tremendous... if this wasn't the Kami Kurabe, Buchikowasu would be dead for sure. Instead, you imagined the smoke was going to clear and you'd see the chubby form of the sniper, lying there, naked...

She got up... She was naked...

No! Not quite!

Over each of her puffy, over-sized nipples and over her groin, a bill of paper money was taped on by scotch tape... It didn't do much to hide the thick bush of purple hair down there, matching her mane up top. The paper money had that same face of a cigar smoking skull on it, even though it seemed like the yen symbol would be more appropriate there... With nothing left supporting it, her big boobs and giant ass were jiggling every time she moved. Her medical mask was gone too now, revealing thick lips curled into a snarling frown, unmarked by lipstick. Right now, she was standing with her rifle held across her massive chest, shaking with fury. {if Keiko's Tier = 1}You imagined she knew how Keiko felt now, after being reduced to a similar state earlier in the fight.{endif}

"She's down to her bottom dollar!" Don cried out humorously, clutching both sides of his head. You were a little worried he was going to tear out what thin hair he had left. "Oh nooo, no no no! My eleventh ring is circlin' the drain!"

As the unfortunate man wailed, you only wished that you felt more of Keiko's success could be attributed to your efforts. You could easily be in his situation if you didn't have such a strong priestess.

Keiko Fukeiken reassembled her sword, then swiped it through the air, but didn't sheath it, seeing as this sword had no sheath. "You should surrender, Buchiko-san. You needn't lose any more of your dignity fighting for that god," Keiko advised her opponent. Surrenders were rare in the world of the Kami Kurabe... after all, to surrender was to show a lack of faith in your god. Your priestess had thrown away any reverence for the gods a long time ago, so to her, the option sounded reasonable.

Buchikowasu clearly wasn't a woman of faith... but she protested all the same. "Hah! Surrender? I can't! Don't you understand?" she asked, moving her eyes up to the God Box and managing to create a surprising sense of dramatic action despite her shameful state of dress. "The god that rules my realm has a mantra: to create opportunities! Now that he's given me this opportunity, if I don't use it, do you think a girl like me ever gets another one?! That shitty old man lifted me up and picked me for some reason, even after I dropped out of my convent and lived like a thug for years, even though nobody thought I had anything it took to become a priestess! He's got a screw loose or somethin', but... if he's willing to take a chance on me... I'm not going to fail him! As long as I've still got this rifle and he still wants me, I'm going to fight for him!"

You could tell- both from telepathy and from her body language- that Keiko was somewhat moved by Buchikowasu's dedication... But another part of her was still stern and cold. "Buchiko-san; you're mistaken. That god, Don-dono, is using you, just like all gods use their mortals. If there was a god worthy of your fighting spirit, would you have to fight in this kind of contest to prove yourself to him? A god's love should be given freely... and with all of their mantras and their obsession with claiming priestesses, can any of them be said to give it freely? Just look at his fingers... each of those rings is another girl he's used and then discarded," she preached her gospel, trying to persuade Buchikowasu to stand down.

"What do you know about it, rookie?! You know... right and wrong in this world only comes down to who wins these Kami Kurabe fights! If I beat you, then it proves conclusively you're full of shit!" Buchiko barked, pointing one hand in a tough way that made one briefly forget she was wearing three dollars.

Keiko closed her eyes with a stern frown. "Buchiko-san... If that's really how you feel, then the only way I can reach you is to fully defeat you. I'll tattoo you... Then I'll tattoo every priestess in this competition," she spoke in an even tone, readying her sword one more time as the MC impressed upon them the importance of wrapping up the match. Each of them turned away from the other and began a march towards opposite ends of the arena... It was time for the final duel.

You could see Don stand out of his seat; his eyes were bulging as he pumped his fists into the air. "Buchikoooo! Don't fail me! Championship number eleven, baby! Championship number eleven! Do it for daddy!" You hoped your cheering sounded a little more motivating than his did.

((Cunning +1))

((Buchikowasu's Tier -1))