“[Impossible Achiever]...What do you think it does, Big Sis?"

Maria asked in wonder, after she finished chowing down her dinner and cleaning up the dished, now eating a giant desert together with her little dragon sister.

"I don't know exactly...the description itself doesn't give much of a clue, and I don't think it fundamentally changes the directions and properties of my actions."

[Impossible Achiever

Rank: Incalculable

Description: The title for one who achieves the impossible.

Effect:

* You can change fate greatly.

* Impossible events will occur in your favor more often.]

Having her own snack, Yukari show them the description of the title, as well as the comprehensive note she made in her experience testing out the title. As they both flip through it, Yukari gives out her conjecture.

“The only thing I'm almost certain about, is that it generally makes my action easier to perform, as if the world actively bends in my favor, as the title said...But in the first place, I can already perform all of the actions I tested out so far with or without the title, and the change is so minuscule…"

“Kyu~ (Miniscue even for you? Sound like first world problem~.)”

“Um. I wouldn't put it that harshly, but it definitely sounds like a problem only you have...or rather a problem only we have, now that I think about it.”

"I suspect so. After all, our definition of impossible is much, much different than this world’s definition of impossible.”

Politely handing back the note, they continued chowing down on another desert, continuing on in admiration.

“Still though, that skill does sound awesome! The title denotes the person's capability to perform something no one has done before, and no one can do…"

"Kyu (Plus, with the title's rank being Incalculable, my bet is that it will kick in the most when things get the hardest, and then it will show the user what it meant to be living on a natural 20...Not really my taste, but it does sound like a really invaluable, one-of-a-kind title.)”

“I mean it is one of a kind, Blanc. After all, only Big Sis got it so far...Man, now I'm slightly envious."

“Kyu (Are you? Not like you also need it as well, so I’m surprised)”

“That’s true, but doesn’t the prospect of having a one-of-a-kind title sound cool? In fact, I am more surprised that you don't seem that interested in it yourself, since you like collecting rare stuff.”

“Kyu (Correction, I like collecting cute stuff now as well...And well, I can just get it instantly, from what I feel, so the rarity value just dropped right out of the sky.)”

“Wait, really?”

“Kyu (Yup, my Personality Skill should allow me to do so.)”

"Oh yeah...but shouldn't it be impossible to get these skills just by wishing for them?"

“Kyu (Hence why I could get it, since it’s impossible. I will leave the paradox conundrum to the people that actually care.)"

With a sly look, Blanc then takes one massive bite, swallowing the remaining treat right inside her mouth, without a care in the world.

“I see...”Maria asked Blanc, while biting the bit of cake she secretly take out beforehand. “Why don’t you get it then?”

"Kyu (As I said before, it just isn't rare, and neither is it cute and fluffy. Plus, doing it by just thinking about it is such a boring thing to do.)" Blanc answered while cleaning her finger, her eyes sharply tracking the piece of treat Maria is holding in her hand.

“Even though it is cool?”

"Kyu (Would it be that cool to have, when you have to get it in such a lame way? Preferably, I would like to get it after I slay the night sky in two, or get another Endless weapon like Yukari, or countless other cooler ways instead of this. Beside…)"

"Besides?"

“Kyu~ (Besides, I don't want to get it before you get it. After all, the big sister should get it first, you know~?)”

While pulling out the biggest puppy eyes she can muster, she swiftly snatches the last piece right from her hand and put it straight in her mouth, while Maria gets caught in surprise.

“Kyu (Mmmm~~. Meanwhile, let this littlest sister get the last piece of the treat, okay? This little dragon needs all the snacks she can get for a healthy growing body)"

Cheekily looking back at Maria, Blanc savors the cake deep in her mouth, before swallowing it slowly.

“Aw, is that so…” Looking down for a moment, her eyes drooped down for a bit, grabbing her now empty hand that only touches air.

“...you meanie.”

Maria accidentally blurts that out, half as a tease, and half because she felt like saying it.

(...Well, that won’t do)

0.01 second later, Yukari gently put down the bunny-shaped apple snack she has in her hand, and look at Blanc judgementally.

(...Oh crap, I mess up)

Sensing the glare, Blanc instantly feels the heat dropping ever so slightly.

(Oh dear, did I go too far?)

Meanwhile, Maria innocently thinks if perhaps her tease is a bit too much.

After a second, both too short and too long, Yukari casually asks Blanc, while still holding that stoic stare.

"So, if Maria manages to get the title as well, I supposed you will immediately get it then?” Yukari insinuate.

“Kyu (Ehh...That still sounds lame, so I don't know about that…)” Still looking back mischievously, Blanc talked to her, feeling unwilling.

“Heh...so I guess you can’t do it, then?”

“...Kyu?”

Blanc suddenly froze over, as if she doesn't believe what she just hears. A slight battle intent is seeping out of her.

Pushing it further, Yukari continue, looking at her with a feigned disappointing look

“Well, after all, even you agree that it should be impossible for you to do it, so it is understandable...though a bit disappointing.”

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“After all, I always thought of you as an invincible dragon, with overwhelming strength matched only by her overbearing pride. I even thought you would keep your word as well, instead of just using it to pettily snatch a snack.”

“I guess impossible things are impossible after all...Come to think of it, you said that it was lame to do, but could it be that you just saying it to hide away the fact? Wow, I don’t think I ever raise you to be such a coward, aren’t I~?”

“Big Sis, technically we both are raised by our Father first, you know…”

Keeping a completely straight face, she stiffly shrugged her shoulder and raise her hand, as if she totallly can’t help it (joke). Maria try to cool things down, but by that point it was too late.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Can’t help it, when I was looking at this spineless lizard.”

That was the last straw.

“...Kryu (...Hehehe, you dare tease me back huh, Big Bossess)”

Blanc's aura explodes all over the room, filling it with an overbearing force. Glaring back with her golden snake-like eyes, she smiles baring all her sharpening teeth.

"I do learn from the best." Yukari replied back calmly, snacking on her bunny treat again." Now if only a certain someone can actually back up their word, instead of uselessly sharpening their mouth."

“Okay, Big Sis, we get it…”

With Maria's words falling on deaf ears, Blanc's aura only raise higher and higher, as her eyes glare sharper and sharper.

“...So, want to prove otherwise?”

“Kryu! (Okay I bite, YOU’RE ON!)”

If not for the house being perfectly soundproofed, her indignant roar would have flattened the entire neighborhood.

Coincidentally, today is Blanc's turn to clean up the house, and fix up all the broken furniture that gets cracked for some reason.

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“Kyu (Once again... So. Lame.)" (Dragon)

“If you don’t like it, you should just ask Marigold for the treat back then, instead of stealing it. You can also just take out more treats from the fridge, since we have plenty more to spare." (Rose)

“Kyu (Can’t help it, you know? The snack on her hand is way more appealing)" (Dragon)

“Aren’t they the exact same chocolate souffle A-la-mode?" (Rose)

“Kyu (Yeah, but it’s way more delicious in her hand.)" (Dragon)

“Hm...can't refute that…" (Rose)

"Eh?? Why does your life sound so interesting, I wanna join in!" (Delphi)

"Only if you call us out first." (Rose)

The Dummy god continued to build something in the backyard with their jumping dummies, and Marigold continued to watch on in excitement.

Meanwhile, the trio watching from afar keep casually chatting away, treating what happen in front of them as just another ordinary day.

Mike the Headmaster, overseeing it from start to finish, can’t help but want to complain.

"Oi, what the hell are you three doing to my dojo this time, and why is there a god in my backyard???" (Headmaster)

"Greetings, Headmaster. We didn’t do it, but rather it was Marigold who invited the Dummy God personally...though we do help indirectly, so we will take responsibility." (Rose)

"I don't want your goddamn responsibility, I want answers! Why is there a dummies-shaped god building something in my Dojo!?" (Headmaster)

“Hm? If you don't know, how do you expect complete newbies like us who just come 2 weeks ago to know?" (Rose)

"…" (Headmaster)

“...Don’t tell me, you also forgot that we're newbies as well?" (Rose)

“Grr...I-I can’t help it! If you girls are newbies, those fucking chick over there are literally zygotes!" (Headmaster)

(((Oi, you don't have to said something that's completely true…!))) (Newbies)

Not caring about hitting stray shots at the pedestrian, Head Chief once again finds himself in a pickle, not knowing how to report.

"Oh, I happen to know what the Dummy God is. Mind if I join?" (No.1)

Then, No.1 joins in, wanting to be a part of the conversation.

“Oh... Miss Shadow Dragon the First, I am glad to meet you. Hopefully these numbskulls didn’t bother you too hard.” The Headmaster gladly talked to her, with a big smile on his face.

“Once again, just called me No.1. The First Shadow Dragon is our ancestor, and I am merely just someone who bears the name...(also, can't believe Miss Dragon let him get away with this…)" (No.1)

For the past weeks, Headmaster and No.1 have been making cordial talk with each other, finding themselves having quite a bit of thing in common, as they share their hardship and suffering, as well as trading organizational pointers. Hence, they have been on good terms with each other, and are sometimes even seen having private conversations with each other as acquaintances.

Still, she found his attitude toward the Absolute Dragon troublesome, so unfortunately it hasn’t advanced further than that yet. Even now, she is holding back from lecturing him, seeing JustADragon being fine with it and signaling her to let it slide, and instead wearing a perfect persona of an immaculate and graceful secretary (with grinding teeth).

(That's that for now, but in the future, hehehe...) (Delphi)

Keeping what she saw of the future for herself, Delphi decided to keep silent with an upturned smile.

For now, oblivious to that, Headmaster then asks her with a serious face.

“So, what the hell is the Dummy God building?"

(Headmaster)

"To explain that, I need to explain an important predisposition of the Dummy God and all of their follower." Adjusting her glasses, No.1 started to explain "You have heard a lot of what they said about their role right?" (No.1)

“...Something about being the god of all dummies, scarecrows, and punching bags?" (Headmaster)

“That is right, but not quite right as well. Specifically, they’re the god for ones who take punishments for others' sake. They willingly take pains, for others to thrive, and from such, give their tolls meaning and purposes. Hence, for them, pain and punishment is something that they fully welcome with all their heart, and enjoy with all their soul…" (No.1)

“Wait, enjoy?...So is their disposition exactly what I think it is?" (Headmaster)

Looking with a side-eyes look, Headmaster can see a commotion happening just right beside the construction site.

Being rudely awakened by the dragon dummy, the foolish third son immediately gets pissed off and started hammering blow after blow toward the unguarded dummy.

Looking at its face so excited, it would glow red if it could blush, one can't help but have a cold sweat, watching a dummy visibly panting with each kick and punch right in their unmovable stomach.

"Yes, they're all masochists." (No.1)

"Professional masochists in fact, from what I can infer from their words." (Rose)

Confirming what the Headmaster saw, No.1 talked slightly exasperatedly. Chiming in with the same calm tone as usual, Rose added onto the fact, as if clarifying it would help.

Instead, it only makes the Headmaster look even more incredulously, at the dummy who is visibly convulsing in pleasure against the unsuspecting foolish son.

Distracting them from seeing a straw dummy climaxing, No.1 continues on, physically blocking the view with the glare on her glass

“Anyway, as you can see, they take all the attack and damage unto themselves with pleasure and pride, believing in the good deed they can give to others, and in the satisfaction they can obtain for themselves." (No.1)

“The more pain they can take, the more good deed and blessing is given to others. Consequently, the place where they planted their wooden pole must also be of the most optimal conditions, so that they can receive and give out as much as they can." (No.1)

“Hence, this is what they're building toward." (No.1)

After a while, the Dummy God and her dummies team cheerfully completed their work, hopping and skipping each and every step of the way.

A perfectly circular area is made, marked with a perfectly round rope of straw, stretching long and wide.

The ground inside is perfectly smooth and marble brown, in contrast with the dull and rugged dirt outside. Matching its evenness, it looks perfectly firm to stand upon, holding your foot when you need it to, and letting it go when you need to move.

And right in its center, the Dummy God stand candidly in waiting, stretching their body from one side to another carefreely, prepping themselves.

“...A fighting stage?” Headmaster asked in surprise.

“A testing stage, to be exact.” No.1 clarified "A perfect circle to invite people in, a perfect ground for fighters and martial artists to plant their feet, and a perfect dummy to test all of their might.”

“For anyone willing to test their strength, a perfect stage to unleash it. For the dummies, the perfect place to receive it all...The ultimate sacred ground for the dummies to learn their purposes, a temple from which the Dummy God blessed all." (No.1)

The chatters come from all around, as people whisper in hustled tone, wondering what is going to happen.

Then, after they're done stretching out, the Dummy God raise their right foot perfectly straight in the air, and slams it in one smooth motion.

A silent tremor goes through the ground, rushing through the air, silencing all sound, and shutting all noise.

The quiet booming is so overwhelming, the world itself is forced to calm down, and the audience clams up. A tranquility is made, through the force of pure divinity, purifying the land of all distractions and disturbances.

In this quiet world, only the steady sound of a footstep is made, traveling calmly and steadily toward the stage, presenting themselves against the god.

Marigold, her aura solidifying into a powerful gale, stepped right into the stage, her mouth curving up in excitement.

“So, to repeat the rule once again: I will stand here in place, neither attacking nor defending myself, and essentially laid myself bare to all your attack. All you have to do is to attack me with all that you got until you can break me." (Dummy God)

Meeting her sharp burning eyes, the Dummy God meet back with a cheerful smile of their own, their chest bumping with excitement as well.

“And if you fail...well, you can try again! You can go out, train yourself some more, then go back and test your might against me over and over again, for as long as you want! I will always be there, until the end of time!" (Dummy God)

“This is the first time anyone has directly challenged me, so consider this a special treatment!"

Sending a wink back toward her, the Dummy God cheerfully spoke out their heart.

In response, with her fighting spirit rising higher than ever, Marigold respond in kind, tightening her leather gauntlets.

“Don't worry, you don't have to wait for long...for I won't fail something as simple as this." Marigold sports a smile of absolute confidence.

“Hehh, such certainty...I like it!" The Dummy God happily responded back.

After raising her right, next she raises her left foot.

Slamming down in one quick motion again, multiple rows of dummies appear surrounding the stage, watching on as witnesses, silently observing the momentous occasion.

"You can begin." (Dummy God)

With a simple nod, and their right hand beckoning, the trial silently began.

As they said, the Dummy God stood perfectly still without motion, like a simple dummy waiting under the moon and the sun.

Also beginning, Marigold preparing herself into a stance, her fist aiming toward their chest, her leg firmly planted like unmovable mountains, her presence as still as the silent air.

Then, it happens all too suddenly, under the silent gazes of all the people watching, barely registering what is going on.

For in a blink of an eye, the Dummy God is found spinning wildly in the air.