The instant Ouroboros finished speaking, both colossal dragons were wrapped in light—
“Human form… you’re kidding?”
Sure enough: two figures now floated in the air.
One — blond twin-tailed Cornelia.
The other — a girl with shoulder-length blue hair.
Appearance around first or second year of middle school. Hair color aside, she looked like Cornelia aged up a few years — another terrifyingly perfect face.
Though compared to Cornelia, there’s none of that boisterous, sunshine energy. A distinctly gloomy first impression.
”…Onee-chan.”
“What is it, Livia-tan?”
So the little sister’s name is apparently not “Leviathan” but Livia-tan—
”…I want the ‘-tan’ RETIRED, once and for all. I am Livia, of the Leviathans… I am absolutely not ‘Livia-tan.’”
Ahh. Not “-chan” — the extra-babyish “-tan.” I see the grievance now.
“So why didst thou pick a fight with me out of nowhere?”
”…I’m not a child anymore. I wanted the ‘-tan’ to STOP. I thought if I beat you, Onee-chan, you’d finally acknowledge me… and then I sensed you nearby, so…”
That is the STUPIDEST…!
A MOUNTAIN ceased to exist over THIS?!
“KUHAHA! The whelp prattles! A hundred years too early to earn MY acknowledgment!”
Normally that’s hyperbole — but given these two’s lifespans, she probably means one hundred literal years.
”…I said stop with the ‘-tan.’”
And, still floating, the two began exchanging punches.
“Faster than the eye can follow” was invented for this — and each impact sent a shockwave rolling across the water to rattle our ship.
“Fuhaha, Livia-tan…! Thou hast improved SOMEWHAT, I see!”
”…DON’T call me Livia-tan!”
Cornelia backed off and puffed out her flat chest.
“Save such words until AFTER thou hast tasted my secret art! Once this technique lands — no such lines will be leaving thy mouth! NOW COMES MY KILLER—”
Cornelia raised her fist, wound up, wound up FURTHER—
“DEMON LORD PUUUNCH!”
The right straight caught Livia square on the bridge of the nose, snapping her torso backward.
Livia then backed off in turn — and puffed out HER flat chest.
”…Stop treating me like a child forever. I too have grown. Save such words until after you’ve taken THIS. Now comes MY killer—”
Livia stepped in, charged it, charged it MORE—
”…SEA EMPEROR KIIICK!”
The roundhouse detonated against Cornelia’s head, snapping it sideways.
“Fufu — didn’t hurt?”
Cornelia grinned. Blood was running from her temple.
”…The Demon Lord Punch didn’t hurt me either.”
Livia smiled back. Blood was running from her nose.
“Then HERE IT COMES! The TRUE killer… SUPER Demon Lord PUUUNCH!”
“And THIS is my full power — ULTRA Sea Emperor KICK!”
And so—
The slugfest continued for twenty solid minutes, until — utterly gassed — they could no longer stay airborne, and the field of battle relocated to our deck.
Hundreds of dozens of blows exchanged by this point.
Also, neither of them appears to know the word “guard” — pro-wrestler style, they’ve been EATING every attack at full value, on principle.
The result is a mud-wrestling farce of a match. At current power levels, honestly, ATOMU-KUN might beat either of them.
Noodle-armed punches. Noodle-legged kicks… a truly terrible spectacle.
“Hey, Ouroboros? Weren’t we told the ‘conclusion draws near’?”
”…Lovely weather today, is it not, Master.”
She just brute-forced her way out of that one.
Regardless — the duel now entered its true final phase.
Mid-noodle-kick, Livia slipped and fell over.
Cornelia immediately mounted her, and—
”…Ow. Stop. It’s over. I’m done, it’s over… ow. OW! Stop pulling my HAIR… Onee-chan!”
“FUFUN! Victory is MINE! No little sister ever born — surpasses her elder!”
And thus the mud-match for the ages concluded — winning technique: HAIR PULLING.