No, I can’t hold it anymore.
Squire pressed her legs together, fidgeting and stomping her feet—she felt like she was about to leak.
Thinking back, it had been several hours since she last went to the restroom. She’d even drunk a bottle of mineral water before entering, and now, squeezed around by the crowd, her bladder felt like a balloon on the verge of bursting, under unbearable pressure.
They say a girl’s body isn’t suited for holding it in, and now she knew it was true…
But—she couldn’t leave.
If she left now, she’d never get Pure White Storm’s autograph!
Squire gritted her teeth, desperately enduring it. She told herself she just had to last a few more minutes, trying to rely on the pride and conviction of being a Kaijin… if she even had any… to overcome this trial.
After a long and torturous wait (which was actually only five minutes), she finally made it to Pure White Storm’s table…
Unfortunately, it wasn’t Squire herself who arrived, but rather the bespectacled woman in front of her, who was giggling idiotically.
Squire had no idea what this Glasses Girl was planning, but the closer she got to Pure White Storm, the more desperate she became—Squire could even hear the woman slurping her own saliva.
Pure White Storm first glanced at Squire, who was pouting, her features scrunched up, staring at him with pleading eyes, as if she had some unspeakable trouble.
Then, he looked at the flushed Glasses Girl before him.
“Oh oh! It’s finally my turn! Pu-Pure White Storm-sama~ Ssshaa ssshaa~ Please, may I have your autograph!”
The woman’s voice was shrill and piercing, interspersed with disgusting slurping noises.
She looked quite proper on the outside, but inside, she was a total mess.
“No problem.”
Relying on his professional composure, even in the face of such an unusual fangirl, Pure White Storm still managed to smile as he picked up a marker and signed his name on the poster she handed over.
“Thank you for supporting the Sigma Heroes.”
“N-No, thank you!”
Glasses Girl clutched the poster, stammering again:
“Actually… actually, I have another request…”
“What is it?” Pure White Storm asked patiently.
“It’s just… could I take a photo with you?”
As she spoke, Glasses Girl pulled out her phone from her pocket, eyes filled with anticipation.
Tsk, what a pain!
Squire, standing behind her in line, cursed in her heart.
This bespectacled woman was taking much longer than the other fans, and Squire’s bladder crisis remained unresolved. Her whole body was tense, and even the slightest relaxation would spell disaster.
“Of course.”
Pure White Storm nodded, then asked, “How would you like to take it?”
“Just… just like this!”
With that, Glasses Girl lunged at Pure White Storm, pulling out her phone and snapping a rapid series of selfies with him.
Pure White Storm, realizing what was happening, tried to push her away, but found that her strength was astonishing.
“Hehehe~”
Suddenly, Glasses Girl grinned wickedly.
“Finally got you! My beloved Hero~”
As her words fell, her body began to change.
She took off her glasses, revealing cunning, crazed eyes. Horns sprouted on either side of her head, her plain clothes tore apart to reveal a seductive, tight leather bodysuit. Her nails, fused with her bones, morphed into razor-sharp claws, which slashed across Pure White Storm’s chest, leaving a bleeding gash.
“My dear Pure White Storm-sama, this little lady Ps·ycho~ is your fan, and also… your death sentence~!”
As Pure White Storm was taken hostage by Ps·ycho, the glass dome above Memorial Square suddenly shattered, countless shards raining down. A horde of Combatants riding Flying Motorcycles poured in. Dressed in black suits and sunglasses, wielding bizarre firearms, they opened fire on the Heroes on stage from every direction.
At the same time, many disguised Kaijin around the square dropped their disguises and surged toward the stage, forming an encirclement.
The already packed square instantly descended into chaos. Fans no longer cared about handshakes and autographs, fleeing in terror from the square that was about to become a battlefield.
“Huh?”
While everyone else was seeking shelter, Squire still stood frozen in place.
“Run!”
Even as Pure White Storm, now a hostage, shouted this, Squire made no move to leave… To be precise, she wasn’t in any condition to run at all.
It’ll come out…
If she tried to run, she’d definitely leak.
“My, aren’t you the little girl behind me in line? If you don’t want to leave, then stay~”
As a result, Squire was also grabbed by Ps·ycho and taken hostage.
“Why didn’t you run?” Pure White Storm asked.
“I just… can’t walk right now.” Squire, bladder at its limit, was still enduring.
Clearly, this was an operation targeting the Sigma Heroes, and Squire had just been an innocent bystander caught up in it…
Well, she was a Kaijin, but she was off the clock, so calling her a bystander wasn’t wrong.
But wasn’t this just too unlucky? Of all people, a Kaijin looking to cause trouble had to be right in front of her—couldn’t she have waited until after Squire got her autograph?
“Access Code: Σ, Equip!”
At the center of the stage, Red Crimson General Star raised his Transformation Device. A red teleportation laser shot down from the satellite dish above, enveloping him, blasting away any Kaijin or Combatant who tried to approach, and transmitting Exoskeleton Armor onto his body to complete the transformation.
“Once again, it’s the damn ‘Fourth Calamity’! You lot really don’t know when to quit. If you don’t understand the meaning of surrender, let me teach you!”
The pack on his back fired a barrage of miniature missiles, blossoming into dazzling fireworks among the enemy. It looked like full special effects, but in reality, they were just celebratory shells—at most, they sent the Combatants flying in panic, but for Kaijin, it was only a tickle.
“Tsk, guess I’ll have to use my fists? That suits me just fine!”
With that, Red Crimson General Star simply ditched his backpack and charged in, fists swinging.
The Sigma team’s captain was a real bruiser.
“Access Code: Σ, Equip!” *2
Next, Verdant Echo and Azure Cavalry, themed after a ninja and a knight respectively, also completed their Exoskeleton Armor transformations on stage. But with Pure White Storm held hostage by Ps·ycho, the Heroes dared not act rashly…
Squire, her neck clamped in Ps·ycho’s claws, hesitated.
Should she reveal her identity as a Kaijin?
Maybe, since they were both in the same line of work, the other side would show some mercy…
She wanted to try, but Red Crimson General Star had said these Kaijin were from the “Fourth Calamity”.
Nightmare and the Fourth Calamity were rivals in the struggle to conquer the world. Both were top-tier evil organizations, always clashing in every field, making them mortal enemies…
Besides, Pure White Storm would never give an autograph to a Kaijin. Exposing herself now would be suicide.
Was there really no way to salvage this?
“Um…”
Squire thickened her skin, raising her hand and squeaking:
“Pretty Kaijin lady~ could you let Pure White Storm-sama spare a moment to sign an autograph for me?”
Ps·ycho seemed interested in Squire, giving her a once-over.
“Oh? You’ve got guts, huh? Do you really like Pure White Storm-sama that much?”
“Uh-huh~ I super like giegie!”
Even Squire herself couldn’t stand how cutesy her voice sounded.
But Ps·ycho narrowed her eyes and pressed closer to Pure White Storm, answering in a syrupy tone, “You’ve got guts, and decent taste, but too bad~ he’s already my personal plaything~ You little yellow-haired brat want to steal my man… Hmph, maybe in another ten years!”
Tsk, what a troublesome woman!
Squire grumbled inwardly.
I just want an autograph, it’s not like I’m interfering with your work—can’t you cut me some slack?
Squire puffed out her cheeks in frustration.
Still holding it in, her face had gone pale, and even her gaze had turned fierce.
“Oh, you dare glare at me? Got some backbone, huh?” Ps·ycho sneered, utterly unconcerned by Squire’s resistance.
“Ptui!”
But somehow, Squire found the courage to spit a mouthful of old squid ink, hitting Ps·ycho square in the eyes.
“Tsk! Ungrateful brat!”
Blinded and caught off guard, Ps·ycho lashed out with her claws. Squire, already desperate from holding it in, had no ability to dodge. In a panic, she shut her eyes and raised her arms to block…
“Access Code: Σ…”
A white pillar of light pierced through the dome, crashing down and knocking Ps·ycho back.
“Sigma Heroes, Pure White Storm, equip!”
Squire felt a breeze on her face. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself being carried in a princess hold by Pure White Storm as he soared high into the sky.
However, for her bladder in this position…
It still seemed far too dangerous.