Chapter 1455: NO.71：Yet also unwilling to reminisce

NO. 71：Yet also unwilling to reminisce

The world has many coincidences; they are often others' painstaking endeavors.

Aomo Lindun, well versed in the way of presentation, would not naively consider every meeting accidental.

Especially now, when the convergence of alternate universes has already been settled, this blatantly strange mirror set can fully remind him of his situation in the Gulite Universe.

At that time, his alternate-universe self appeared one after another, seeming as if everyone were gathering for some Aomo meeting, but actually it was just because everyone had similar personality profiles.

——When major events occur, they will subconsciously take the initiative.

That's why they bumped into each other in the Gulite Universe that belongs to no Aomo Lindun.

——Then they began to jostle for work, fully displaying the shared nature of the Aomo Linduns.

Aomo really doesn't want to discuss whether his nature is slacking off, but his past experience indeed provides an excellent reference for the current situation.

Just as those few Aomo Lindsuns back then were not coincidentally bumping into each other, he strongly doubts that the beast-type Sirius Symbol, whose existence feels off, represents some intruding side‑plot!

A troublesome aura, yet by now it has become familiar.

Indeed, familiarity does not mean welcome; a devil's attitude toward trouble is always resistant, yet he also always finds it hard to let go of trouble involving himself and those around him, so he remains busy.

The source of this busyness has never changed; he still, as now, thinks and investigates a lot because of the Sirius Symbol, and while watching the soul battlefield he considers whether to shout for the Sirius to hold back, lest the opponent's soul be scattered.

Although ordinary young ladies of noble families would not have this ability.

But this is the young lady of the Symbol Family.

He finds it hard to say.

After all, to speak frankly, this person now demonstrates both soul‑level warfare and real‑time operation without fail; if he can forge such excellent skill, his means to inflict heavy damage on the soul are surely not lacking.

To stop the Umamusume gang from smashing the side‑line intel in time is not necessarily a trainer's duty, but it is something Aomo Lindun would do.

Rather than concern as a friend, it is more the curiosity of a fan.

Although it was only a D rank, having been a D rank at all, one always wants to learn about the idol's secret side‑line, even if it's black material.

He doesn't care what facets a person's many sides encompass, let alone that the Sirius Symbol is an expert who walked out of the Symbol Family.

Aomo has long held prejudices against his patron family; this prejudice makes him treat everyone who comes from that family with varying degrees of understanding and respect.

——This is especially evident before the Sirius Symbol.

It has become a kind of tolerance like, "She's already in terminal cancer, why don't you comply with her?"

Yet the ever‑changing battlefield still gave Aomo a lesson; before he could shout "hold back under the staff," the Sirius Symbol's own stick in his hand was knocked away by the opposite side.

Merely after the stick left his hand, the Sirius Symbol remained unmoving; a pair of hands already covered with prepared gloves clenched into fists, together with his more agile legs, he unleashed the kicks and strikes of Saifa Dou, which are far better known than staff strikes.

A flowing, continuous barrage not reliant on brute force, like a game screen with maxed‑out impact feel, it not only produces solid, muffled sounds but also visible shock‑wave outlines that spread repeatedly, leaving the beast‑type continually restrained and finally collapsing off‑balance.

It made Aomo almost instinctively shout for the hold‑back that had been suppressed by actual development, but then he saw the dark, ink‑like expansion of the dissipating spray instantly cover the opponent, wrapping it up like a living thing.

"Sirius?"

As he frowned and asked, the twin‑horned demon god phantom loomed up; the ability that directly invades consciousness is meant to yank out those foreign objects not belonging to the original body, yet from within came a low growl of resistance:

"Don't move her!"

"Her?"

In Jidong language the third‑person pronoun distinguishes gender one step further than in Dongyan language, instantly making Aomo, who regards it as a horse‑girl, feel slightly surprised.

"Are you sure?"

He asked, and without waiting for an answer he added another question:

"Are you sure this idea comes from your own thoughts and not from being interfered with by the other side?"

"I'm sure! Very sure!"

"What do you think of the Speed Symbol old lady?" Aomo asked extremely fast just as the other's answer was about to fall.

"Let that stinky old hag claw!"

Hope you can say that to my face too; Aomo, who thinks that in his heart, immediately asks without delay: "What do you think of the Ludaofu Symbol?"

"That guy is just a mere moon; can you stop pretending it's the sun and looking depressing?"

Um… I seem to still have the recorder on?

"What is your opinion of Aomo Lindun then?" Without giving a breath, Aomo stared at the fading black outline of the Sirius Symbol all around and continued his questioning, silently using the basic direct interference of his possession ability to sweep away the other's state.

Traces of foreign objects are obvious, but they seem not to have caused any personality change, nor increased the difficulty of the possession link in the slightest.

"What's your view? Taking this chance to pump me for info, what do you want to do?"

"How come you could react as soon as you got here?"

With a regretful tone of a failed prank on his lips yet spoken lightly, his hands were already sketching out a void‑shuttle panel, locking the drive system and gradually slowing speed, planning an intelligent‑drive route; Aomo said calmly: "The two answers just now differ hardly at all from what I usually see of you, but in detail we should still run a system check."

"Is it the Symbol Family's medical department, or should we go shake Qianming out? Which do you want?"

"Is there possibly a city hospital we could choose?" Aomo, who has foresight, locked it down with authority; the Sirius Symbol, unable to immediately unbuckle the seatbelt, could only turn his head with effort to give Aomo a half‑p face.

By the way, adjusting the manual design of the seatbelt.

"Don't mess with the seatbelt." Aomo said leisurely; after announcing the interruption of the original training via his interference with driving, he felt much more relaxed.

So relaxed he could even cross his legs, then place his interlaced ten fingers on his knees.

"Being willing to consider the possibility of going to the hospital is in itself very un‑Sirius‑like; do you think you're quite normal?"

"In your heart, do you think I would be the sort to leave an obvious accident and refuse a hospital check‑up?"

"Not really, so there's no need to glare at me with clenched teeth."

He subtly loosened his grip; Aomo raised his hand as if to touch the other's head, but then did not let it fall.

He merely watched the Sirius Symbol glare defiantly at the hand hovering above, as if it would bite if approached.

After looking for several seconds, he then withdrew his hand.

"Just considering that the test results would be better kept secret, and preferably handled by family or acquaintances, don't you think?"

"... That'll do."

"Right~" Aomo smiled, then felt a bit regretful.

"Alas, it's a shame I'll have dinner later…… Otherwise I could make use of teleportation, holding a plate of ready food at home, eating while watching your inspection—surely no one would object?"

"If you have a big opinion, then I really have an opinion! Are you provoking?"

"I'll bring Qian and them over to watch you—only then would that count as provoking." Aomo, listless, flipped through the shuttle panel's data on real-time pilot monitoring.

Brainwave data is also available; this high-altitude, high-speed craft's black box does as fine a job as possible monitoring pilot condition, in an effort to avoid the emergence of neurotic pilots.

In such brainwave data, Tianlangxing's symbolic mental limit has indeed increased considerably, but whether it can be translated into actual combat power still hinges on the results of recent skill training.

Of course, the premise for all this is that the alien soul hasn't caused her any other trouble.

Although for wealthy, well-connected youngsters, this is actually a minor problem.

The Federation's research into source energy is deeper than technology; medical research on souls has also progressed for nearly ten thousand years; even if true soul interference worsens, it can be treated—provided one has good connections and sufficient funds, even short-term aftereffects can be avoided, posing no obstacle to entering the arena.

This is precisely why Aomo didn't act decisively from the start, directly pulling and banishing that thing, but instead allowed that fan's thoughts to rise.

Even now, when the abnormality appears, the trainer's thoughts may surge urgently, but the observers' and fans' expectations still indicate their presence, prompting him to ask anxiously after the complaints:

"Before this, do you have anything regarding that abnormal soul that would make it easy for doctors to properly describe the symptoms?"

"Regarding training and the upcoming match, it's better to be more detailed, huh~"

"As for that soul…… it's all vague stuff, but you saying that……"

Perhaps mentioning the match had an effect; Tianlangxing also somewhat cooperated with deep thought: "I vaguely heard a clear pronunciation of what seemed like a specific word, but that pronunciation sounds a bit chuunibyou—maybe I misheard."

Those things you said earlier are also a bit chuunibyou…… Faced with this hard-to-come-by cooperation, Aomo, with his usual wisdom, swallowed it down.

"Want to hear it? Some terms in specific fields being a bit chuunibyou isn't strange."

"Well, it sounds like a title like 'King of Beasts', right—should be 'King of Beasts', pretty weird…? What's wrong with you?"

Tianlangxing still saw for the first time such obvious emotional fluctuations on Aomo's face, entirely like seeing a ghost.

"That's too weird—pay attention to the shuttle's return to town; I'll make a call, so I won't be able to hear your voice for a moment."

"Making a call and still can't hear my voice? Do you need soundproofing? The name I just said is so secret!" Tianlangxing wasn't slow either, just guessed the direction wrong.

"No."

Aomo replied.

"Just making a trans-universal long-distance call."

"Technically it's rather extreme; in physical terms you won't notice any movement or stillness here."