Chapter 1454: NO. 70: Not Unfamiliar

NO. 70: Not Unfamiliar

In this world, some people develop an exceptionally detailed and varied perspective due to their position and background.

This lets them, when facing the same matter together with others, derive more implications about it in their mind, making them appear to others as highly skilled managers who always consider many factors.

Moreover, the more talented they are, the more thoroughly they think, and the more they can notice points that others find hard to think of.

They become an especially reliable presence in everyone's eyes, not only at work but also in life, allowing you to unconsciously feel that all-encompassing care.

【Bajun Duo Xing: Are you busy? How is the situation with Sirius?】

If you need help, please don't stand on ceremony; I'm used to handling this.

Also please pay attention to this Heaven Gate fluctuation; the Meteorological Bureau over there gave the registration rating as A‑level】

Bajun Duo Xing is Ludaofu Xiangzheng's frequent catchphrase, also her ideal goal; as a username, it naturally lets him recognize who it is at a glance, and he then smiles wordlessly.

Quite used to it……

One sentence both proves professionalism and the thoughtful consideration of reminding that this isn't trouble, and also proves that Sirius Symbol has often been at odds with those trainer teams in the past.

So in such a situation, how does the accustomed Ludaofu handle it?

Is it to stand aside, or to keep a bowl of water level?

This is a problem, but also one inconvenient to discuss right now, so his reply, typed by thought, appeared polite and conservative, and he temporarily declined that suggestion.

【If you need it, I'll do it, but for now don't trouble yourself; stay safe】

Multitasking, the reason he's typing with his thoughts is that both hands are occupied; at this moment he steadies one hand on the shuttle control panel and rests the other on the front seat's backrest.

Hei'an route base El's power remains sustained, that is preparation to strike at any moment while observing, just like his attitude toward Sirius's current driving condition.

But perhaps, the first to be let go will be the soul battlefield within that body?

Aomo frowned slightly.

While replying to Ludaofu, he also gazed at the superimposed images; after looking for ten-odd seconds, several absurd ideas popped into his mind, explaining the slight sense of familiarity he felt upon first seeing it.

That outline is that of a wolf, like a horse.

Yet when confronting that woman, there arises a few degrees of familiar strangeness.

What is seen and felt lacks the impact of a person confronting a beast, as if there were no difference between the two sides; a clash between kin naturally brings no sensation.

That is SiriusSymboli.

That is the Sirius Symbol.

Only by being in a soul-form battlefield can one more clearly feel that familiarity, that intricate sensation blossoming from deep within the soul.

Hostility, initially loaded with feelings of nostalgia, regret, rejection, and disgust, let her draw that unbelievable conclusion the instant she saw him.

People's self‑recognition often lies not in the face reflected in the mirror, but in those small habits that unintentionally flow into behavior.

An unconscious stance, a casual gesture, a trembling finger when nervous……

When such traits come flooding in, and the emotional backlash from a soul‑level confrontation surges forth, the brown‑haired woman's mind erupts like an explosion, filled with hazy, confused images.

Just like stories, one strange tale after another, focusing on odd people, what they do, what they say, shrouded in thick fog, with emphasis, always unseen and unheard.

Only the viewpoint focused on in that story, the owner of that vision, sometimes can see his own foreleg as a horse by lowering his head, sometimes can see the person who beholds that deep valley.

She thought, she knew who they all were.

After all, even through a gauze curtain with mixed audio, one can still make out those few familiar tones, and vaguely discern the emphasis of the pronunciation.

Without a doubt, even more recognizable than one's reflection in the mirror is the pronunciation of one's name.

SiriusSymboli

She has heard this name more than once.

Each time it sounds, it makes her heart tighten, and the pain hidden among those countless images becomes clear, as deep as a tear.

What exactly has she gone through to reach this point?

What exactly has she experienced to become like this?

Gripping the French-style long staff used for the third event of the Cane Fighting Sports Competition, Canne/stick strike, Sirius Symbol stared at the black beast that continually exhaled white vapor, resembling both wolf and horse.

If following her consistent aesthetic.

She ought to appreciate, even praise, this extremely aggressive, highly offensive design.

But at this moment, she cannot feel even a hint of that; instead, the compassion she usually lacks keeps rising, paving a firm road sufficient to dispel hesitation.

At this moment, she feels struck by something seemingly like fate; this is the result of whatever effort the other party has made, and also an opportunity born from stumbling upon this hard‑to‑come‑by coincidence right now.

She thinks she knows what to do, so she summons the long staff that feels most natural in her hands, yet she also does not forget to give her hands the outline of a metal‑embedded gauntlet.

The tides of will crash against each other, and the blackness and cold light quietly shatter in that silent collision.

At the moment the remark, silently recorded by the trainer, falls, the intersecting outlines burst forth with a splash‑ink‑style flourish.

Unceasing, unending.

There are low shouts and low growls; the staff flow like water, incessant, always finding opportunity in passing, letting even the blunt instrument burst a black blossom upon the beast's body.

And that wolf‑like horse beast does not yield to decline; its resurgent charge knows well how invincible the enemies skilled at vehicles are in major games, at once leaving the woman on the soul battlefield at a loss, and also driving the woman on the real battlefield's heart rate above 160.

As a fit and strong horse girl, this truly gets the blood boiling, and it even lets the trainer nearby mutter softly:

"Slow."

Also unknown whether he refers to the timing for flipping the real shuttle in aerial maneuver, or to the speed of striking in the soul battlefield; only that the feedback to his words is astonishing:

"I know even without you saying it!"×2

"……"

The dual auditory experience of reality and soul shouting together is indeed rare, enough to make that trainer fall silent, his twitch no longer at the eye corner but at the mouth corner.

However, when the other party indeed follows through on word and deed, he won't say anything either; he will simply, while taking advantage of the spare capacity in his multitasking, not forget to pull up the Meteorological Bureau's webpage from the panel.

The latest news on the webpage is the scale assessment of the dimensional quake, followed immediately by a report on the general impact the dimensional quake could have on various industries.

Aomo was looking at the latter as well.

Predictive report written around the operational status of the Heaven Gate, also attached were links that could jump to several real-time statistics; at a glance it was clear there was no influx of otherworldly giant monsters, but the phenomenon of abnormal jumps in the macroscopic cosmic index caught the attention of many experts, who called it possibly representing a large-scale jump influence from the existence of another universe, and this year might be the inter-universe convergence period of the 67th cycle.

It wasn't impossible…… With the corner of his eye, he paid attention to the movements on the soul battlefield, then closed the webpage and glanced at the void shuttle panel reflecting the gradually waning late-stage operations; Aomo remained unmoved, not intending to say anything.

After all, things have come to this; the original driving test was no longer the main focus, the confrontation in the soul domain could likewise be seen as an intensity training, and winning or losing was even more a key point to watch.

And to keep an eye on this key point, he could not ignore the inter-universe convergence period mentioned on that website just now.

After all, the dim outline currently opposing Sirius…… Although it had an especially classic bloody light outlining the ferocious eye contours, the long jaws, like those of a wolf or horse, continued to emit a conspicuous white vapor against the gray background, resembling the pus of some person oozing out, making the whole outline appear even more twisted and ferocious in its second-stage form.

But that, from the very beginning, faintly presented a temperament like a mirror image of each other, akin to a control group; instead, it became increasingly obvious as time passed.