75A: Farm Training Module
Jun 12, 2020 19:18:34 GMT
Post by Nanami Hanabana on Jun 12, 2020 19:18:34 GMT
MPC Name: Ol McDigi Had a Farm...
MPC #: 75A
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"Stupid Nanami... what exactly did you do?" The Lopmon asked as she walked along the blocky grass.
"But Mocha, the e-mail I got said it was completely safe!" A pink-haired girl protested, following behind the brown bunny.
"Nanami... when a suspicious message assures you that it's not suspicious, then you should probably assume that it's not safe..." A Terriermon attempted to advise the girl.
"Eh? But the e-mail never said that it was suspicious in the first place! How was I supposed to know?"
"That's why you're Stupid Nanami."
"Lady Nanami..." A Falcomon walking beside the girl, previously silent until now. "Perhaps it would be prudent to heed Lady Cream's advice and let the situation be!"
"But I don't get it in the first place, Mu-kun!" The girl complained with a pouting face. "But fine! I'll do... whatever you guys just said from now on!" The three Digimon didn't seem convinced, but were too distracted from their surroundings to properly explain to the human girl. More importantly, they were standing right in front of a large neon sign.
Welcome to the Digifarm!
"Digi... farm? So there are even Digimon versions of farms now..." Nanami wasn't happy that there was one more word to remember in what she dubbed the "Digi-terminology". She had a feeling she wasn't ever going to keep all of them straight in her head!
Cream walked up to a stand beside the sign, pulling out a helpful pamphlet and taking the time to read it. Nanami got a glance at it as well, only to realize that it was written in those squiggly blocks that was the Digital World's written language. Digi... something.
"It says here this is a place for 'your Digimon to spend time, relax, and train in various attributes'..." She read, pondering thoughtfully.
"So are we supposed to train, or relax?" Mocha already sounded irritated. "Cuz those sound like two different things entirely!"
"Perhaps it sounds like that if you are lazy..." Mu-kun commented.
"What the hell did you say, ya damn bird?"
"I implied that you are lazy, brown one." The Falcomon stared down towards the bunny with a straight face.
"Oh. That's what I thought you said..." The Lopmon didn't want to start yet another fight with the Falcomon. She was just too damn annoying to deal with sometimes, and she knew that Nanami would almost always take the mercenary's side.
"You know... I've never trained before!" Nanami stated, clenching her fists at her side. "Since we're here, how about we give it a shot! Maybe I'll even... level up, or something!" She giggled, feeling silly for making some kind of video game reference.
"Ah... it says that this training is intended for Digimon..."
"That is an excellent idea, Lady Nanami! Always willing to further yourself is always an admirable quality!" Mu-kun seemed genuinely pleased at her employer's statement. "Worry not, I will assist you in your training!"
"Like I said, it's probably meant only for Digi-"
"Maybe you won't be so useless all the time!" Mocha mocked the pink-haired human before walking off to do her own thing.
"I may be useless, but at least I'm not a meanie-head!" Nanami shot back, sticking her tongue out at the departing Lopmon. "Come on, Mu-kun! We're definitely gonna train a whole bunch and I'll become way stronger than Mocha will be!"
"Indeed! Let us depart for a new level of competence!" Mu-kun and Nanami took off in their own direction as well, leaving Cream all by herself.
"Oh. Well... I guess they'll be alright..." She said, looking around to see what she wanted to do. "Well, I'm sure there's something I can do, as well!"
MOCHA'S TRAINING
"Stupid bird, and Stupid Nanami... calling me lazy... I'll show you lazy!" Still, she didn't want to be seen training by herself. That would just be embarrassing. She took a look around but didn't find anyone nearby. She approached the nearest training device; what looked to be a giant boxing glove with a spring attached to it. "What the hell kind of training is this supposed to be, anyway? How do I even get this stupid thing to... Mrmph!" Suddenly the spring shot outward as the boxing glove collided with Mocha's face. The Lopmon was sent sprawling back along the ground, skidding to a stop.
"What the hell was that!? How the hell is getting punched in the face considered training!?" Seriously! If she wanted to get punched in the face, she'd just visit Terminus or some other crowded city! "Screw this!" She turned around to storm off to another area, only to realize something. If she walked away right now, then this stupid boxing glove contraption was going to win. And she couldn't let that happen! So, she spun around and stood right in front of the training machine. "Alright, if it's a fight you want, then let's dance, you god-damned ARMS reje-" The glove shot out towards the bunny once more, but she held her ground and only slid back a meter or so. She took a few steps forward, only to get punched again and again. But after each strike she would move closer and closer, until she finally managed to push forward onto the glove, preventing the spring from shooting out again.
"It's my win... stupid glove!" She cried out triumphantly.
Mocha's Training Results!
DEF +1!
INT -5!
"What kind of shitty training results are that! And how the hell did I get dumber from getting punched in the head repeatedly!?" She took a second to reflect on this before admitting. "Actually... that one kind of makes sense..."
NANAMI'S TRAINING
"Mu-kun... I don't think I can run much more than this..." Nanami gasped as she finished her lap around the track.
Nanami's Training Results!
SPD +0!
PITY +25!
"B-but Lady Nanami..." Mu-kun gave a nervous cough. "You have only run one lap so far... Surely you can push yourself harder than that! Just imagine... a terrifying Ankylomon is chasing after you! You ran much further when that happened!"
Nanami tried her best to block those terrifying memories from her mind. She didn't want to be reminded of that traumatic day. She looked over towards the Falcomon encouraging her, however. Well, at least the day hadn't been all bad! She made a new friend, after all! Even though she did get stabbed by her earlier.
"Th-that's completely different!" She protested. "Th-there's no way that running like my life depended on it is healthy as running for fun! Besides, my legs were really hurt at the end of that day, remember?"
"Ah... I suppose so. My apologies!" Mu-kun bowed deeply, but Nanami tried to console the bird by patting her on the shoulder.
"It's fine, really!" She giggled cheerfully, then rubbed her back. "Oh, but Mu-kun, I don't think that running style you showed me is working out so well for me! In fact, it's kind of... hurting more than I thought it would..." Plus, she had never seen the track kids at her school run so weirdly.
"Nonsense, Lady Nanami!" Mu-kun protested. "By leaning forward when running, you lessen air resistance, increasing your overall maximum running speed! Not to mention you make a smaller target of yourself! It is the only proper running stance for a ninja!"
"But Mu-kun... there's no one here to attack us..."
"Lady Nanami, you must never say that while you are undergoing ninja training! When you are training as a ninja, there is always someone there to attack you! You are just not skilled enough to notice them yet!"
"Fine, then I don't wanna be a ninja!" She countered, crossing her arms and turning away from the Falcomon.
"I... I see..." Mu-kun seemed heartbroken. "In that case... I shall... I shall take my leave..." Try as she might, the Falcomon seemed to be unable to hold back her tears.
"No! Mu-kun, I didn't mean it like that!" She didn't know what to do with the crying bird Digimon. "You know... maybe I don't want to be a ninja... but maybe you can teach me to run like one, just for a little bit longer, okay? Please?"
"Then we must resume training, then!" Mu-kun was suddenly back to her excited self.
"Wait, you recovered way too quickly!"
"Indeed! My tears would only hamper your training results, so we must press on! Now, nine more laps!"
CREAM'S TRAINING
As Cream stood in front of the blackboard, she couldn't help but wonder exactly how it worked. This training apparently increased your intelligence, but all she saw were randomly-solved equations. It was like looking at a Scantron test sheet with a perfect score. As impressive as it was, it didn't help the Terriermon get any smarter.
Unless...!
Cream suddenly thought she saw a mistake on one the the equations. She was too short to reach the blackboard, so she grabbed a stick and began to rewrite the equation in the dirt. Then she saw another one that needed correcting, and another one, and soon enough, while she wasn't capable of telling anyone how she was able to solve them, the ground around her looked like a vandalized hotel room during a Mathlete competition.
Cream's Training Results!
INT +9̸̢̨̬͙͓̏9̴̮͊́9̴̹͘9̵̡̹̙̐̈́͆̎̓!
Cream's eyes widened as they began to emit a bright white light. She began to casually levitate through the air, and with Her newfound perspective, reality itself became but a plaything for the Digimon. All of a sudden, She knew the answers to... everything.
"̸͙̬͉̾̇̂̆͝I̷̳̦̥͔͛̈́ ̵̨͈̦̪̊͑͂̊s̷̡̹͈̄̈̍̌͠ͅe̸̞̦̗̾̉e̴̤̪̬̾̍͛.̵̞͗̎̂͋͜.̴͎̳̩͔͒.̴̼̱̻̎̕ ̶̛͚̥̱̞̼̉̀t̵̛͊̀̿ͅh̴̭͇͖̟̫̏͘e̴̡͇͓̩̤̊̍̕ǹ̴͇̝̪͒̀ ̶̙̒̑ė̵͓̾̓̽v̴̯̲̿̅̔͘͝ͅȇ̶͈̝̤̱̝n̵̢̼̘͓̏ ̸͚̦̳̉̉͜t̵̥̝̳̰̋̈h̶̫̉e̷͇͓̙̒̈͊͠ ̴͓͙͍̂w̸̙̠̬͖͒̅͜ǫ̵̰͓̠̖͒̽̐͝r̶̡̠̻̤̽s̸͚̖̞͗̔̒t̴̹̫̼͈̰͆̈́̐̌̈́ ̵̰̎̈́͝ị̷̺̗̹̰͛̓̕s̵̼͒͝s̷̩̓͐̇̈͋ṳ̸̢̫̳͊ể̴̝̠̤͖̈s̴̡̧͇̝̼̊̏̋͝ ̵̺̉̀̃p̵̛͙͙͠l̶̛̞̈́̎͊̈́a̴͈̣̩͠g̵̡̫͍͛͌̊̈̈́ṷ̷͕̥̊i̵̗̩̮̹͖̍ņ̴̝͆̾͗͛g̴̼̹̤̬͔̈́ ̶̞̇̐ơ̴̠̠̿̋͂͝u̵͚͆͐͌̔̆r̷͚͂̅̚͠ ̶̨̛̂̾ẁ̶͉͕̳̰͖͌̒̕o̷͉̥̠͋̏̾r̸̗̩͈̖̎͜l̶̢̑̄̆͘d̵̜̣̟̊̿s̵̰̤̜̒͌̊̚ ̸̨͓̫͎̀͝i̶̳̫̊̈́̍s̵̨̯̳̤̈́̈́̿͝ ̵͔̬͗ṉ̴̓̉̚ḁ̸̗͎͔̙́̃̄͝ù̷̘̹̄̆̃̑g̷͚̲̤̤̓̓h̸̢̖͇̘̄͐ţ̸̥̾̿ ̷̖̳͖̜̓̕b̸̮̦̘̻̕ù̵̠t̸͉̲̖̠̓̈̅͌ ̸̥̱̗́͑͌ǎ̵̡̩̯̙̔ ̶̝̹̥̮̄͛̃̈t̷̢̍͆̾̄r̸̼͒ị̸̝̫̩̖̌̀v̵̟̝͎͔̈̃͠ḯ̸̗̎à̶̧̗̮̼l̵̲͗ ̷͔́m̷̜̞̮̟̖͊͒ḁ̵̱̝̊̑̓t̴̖͙͂́̊͊̓t̶̘̐͋̌̈́͋ȩ̶͈͉͂r̴͖͐̈́ ̷̞̱̼̤͒̆c̶̝̣͑̿ȯ̶̮̝͍͜m̸̨̡̳̺̙̐̀̿̿p̵̛̬̤̳͇͚̅a̴̢̭̩̦̟͌̎̂r̴̮̞͗͊̚ȇ̵̘͛̍͌d̸͍̜̈́̈́ ̴͚͓͊̋̊̋t̷͓̬̍̚ỏ̶̱̮̘̥̘̈͊̒͒ ̸̪̰͕͆̇̋ͅt̸͇͂̕͝h̴̹͙̯̟̎̀̍̄e̵̼̅͒̌̌ ̸̛̮̥̜͝m̸̥̣̀͂̉̂͠e̸̲͓͎͖͈̽̔á̷̛͈͉̰̍̿͠n̶̮̈ͅi̷̤͖̠͐̈̀͂̕ņ̶̪̮̮̔͗͜g̷͚̯͓̾ ̶̟̮̓̊o̷̬͇͊̅̄̎̌f̶̡̩̟̍͜ ̷̣͙̟̼͇̀̈́͊͝t̸̮͓̬̋͐̋̈́̀ͅȟ̵͎̖̮̯̏e̵̖͕̥͎̔́ ̴̗̖̪̥̈́̈ͅė̵͉̠͎̤͆̃̓x̶̪̗͚̦̭̊i̵̻͍͖͓͐́͊͋s̸̙̼̊͂̔͋t̸̛̯̹̟͖e̵͎̜̫̤̫̔̽́ṇ̸͌̓̈̈́c̷̞̼̭̲̙̽ė̶̦ͅ ̵͕̜͛o̴̙̍̇̑̐͝f̸͔̪͚͊ ̸̡̯͊̉̓̎̚p̴̙̚ủ̸͔̖͌͘r̶̪̞̖͔͈͆͒̏͝p̷̢̖̜̣̯͛͌o̵͇̳͈͊̽s̴̛͍̹̠͈̞ḙ̴͎͓̲̫́͒͌͘.̵̼̫̝̠̤̅.̶̧̜̂͊͌̌.̷̫̬̭͗"̶̝̺̱͉̥̃̍̐́
With Her newfound omnipotence, She gave a glance to Her sister. She could smite the Lopmon with but a stray thought, completely erasing her from all memories and existence, and every weak child and public restroom in two worlds would be better off for it. She moved her consciousness over towards the pink-haired girl, who had a dumb-founded expression on her face as the Falcomon beside was attempting to explain something to her. It would be easy for the Almighty Terriermon to erase the dense fog of idiocy that surrounded her half-functioning brain. She may even be able to say the Falcomon's name for once.
But... She knew that would only be a selfish use of Her powers. No, Cream could not use Her powers for gain, but instead use them to create something greater. So she lifted her hands to the sky, creating a tear in reality that led to a blank universe. She channeled her powers into this new reality, creating the first semblance of life. With the last of Her newfound powers, she sealed the tear in reality, knowing that in several eternities from now, she may one day see the fruits of her labor.
"I guess this kind of training isn't meant for humans, after all..." Nanami admitted with a nervous laugh as they regrouped.
"Do not worry, Lady Nanami! I am sure we will have many more opportunities to train outside of this unusual farm!" Mu-kun consoled, ever supportive of her client.
"Well that was a wash..." Mocha muttered. "I don't feel any tougher at all..." She turned towards her sister. "Hey Cream, do I look any tougher to you?"
"Not really..." Cream responded, suddenly slapping her sister across the face, then noticing the stinging sensation in her paw. "Well... Just a little bit..."
"What the hell was that for!?"
"Well done, Lady Cream!"
"And what the hell are you cheering for, damned bird!?"
"Hey guys... can we just go now?"
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MPC #: 75A
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"Stupid Nanami... what exactly did you do?" The Lopmon asked as she walked along the blocky grass.
"But Mocha, the e-mail I got said it was completely safe!" A pink-haired girl protested, following behind the brown bunny.
"Nanami... when a suspicious message assures you that it's not suspicious, then you should probably assume that it's not safe..." A Terriermon attempted to advise the girl.
"Eh? But the e-mail never said that it was suspicious in the first place! How was I supposed to know?"
"That's why you're Stupid Nanami."
"Lady Nanami..." A Falcomon walking beside the girl, previously silent until now. "Perhaps it would be prudent to heed Lady Cream's advice and let the situation be!"
"But I don't get it in the first place, Mu-kun!" The girl complained with a pouting face. "But fine! I'll do... whatever you guys just said from now on!" The three Digimon didn't seem convinced, but were too distracted from their surroundings to properly explain to the human girl. More importantly, they were standing right in front of a large neon sign.
Welcome to the Digifarm!
"Digi... farm? So there are even Digimon versions of farms now..." Nanami wasn't happy that there was one more word to remember in what she dubbed the "Digi-terminology". She had a feeling she wasn't ever going to keep all of them straight in her head!
Cream walked up to a stand beside the sign, pulling out a helpful pamphlet and taking the time to read it. Nanami got a glance at it as well, only to realize that it was written in those squiggly blocks that was the Digital World's written language. Digi... something.
"It says here this is a place for 'your Digimon to spend time, relax, and train in various attributes'..." She read, pondering thoughtfully.
"So are we supposed to train, or relax?" Mocha already sounded irritated. "Cuz those sound like two different things entirely!"
"Perhaps it sounds like that if you are lazy..." Mu-kun commented.
"What the hell did you say, ya damn bird?"
"I implied that you are lazy, brown one." The Falcomon stared down towards the bunny with a straight face.
"Oh. That's what I thought you said..." The Lopmon didn't want to start yet another fight with the Falcomon. She was just too damn annoying to deal with sometimes, and she knew that Nanami would almost always take the mercenary's side.
"You know... I've never trained before!" Nanami stated, clenching her fists at her side. "Since we're here, how about we give it a shot! Maybe I'll even... level up, or something!" She giggled, feeling silly for making some kind of video game reference.
"Ah... it says that this training is intended for Digimon..."
"That is an excellent idea, Lady Nanami! Always willing to further yourself is always an admirable quality!" Mu-kun seemed genuinely pleased at her employer's statement. "Worry not, I will assist you in your training!"
"Like I said, it's probably meant only for Digi-"
"Maybe you won't be so useless all the time!" Mocha mocked the pink-haired human before walking off to do her own thing.
"I may be useless, but at least I'm not a meanie-head!" Nanami shot back, sticking her tongue out at the departing Lopmon. "Come on, Mu-kun! We're definitely gonna train a whole bunch and I'll become way stronger than Mocha will be!"
"Indeed! Let us depart for a new level of competence!" Mu-kun and Nanami took off in their own direction as well, leaving Cream all by herself.
"Oh. Well... I guess they'll be alright..." She said, looking around to see what she wanted to do. "Well, I'm sure there's something I can do, as well!"
MOCHA'S TRAINING
"Stupid bird, and Stupid Nanami... calling me lazy... I'll show you lazy!" Still, she didn't want to be seen training by herself. That would just be embarrassing. She took a look around but didn't find anyone nearby. She approached the nearest training device; what looked to be a giant boxing glove with a spring attached to it. "What the hell kind of training is this supposed to be, anyway? How do I even get this stupid thing to... Mrmph!" Suddenly the spring shot outward as the boxing glove collided with Mocha's face. The Lopmon was sent sprawling back along the ground, skidding to a stop.
"What the hell was that!? How the hell is getting punched in the face considered training!?" Seriously! If she wanted to get punched in the face, she'd just visit Terminus or some other crowded city! "Screw this!" She turned around to storm off to another area, only to realize something. If she walked away right now, then this stupid boxing glove contraption was going to win. And she couldn't let that happen! So, she spun around and stood right in front of the training machine. "Alright, if it's a fight you want, then let's dance, you god-damned ARMS reje-" The glove shot out towards the bunny once more, but she held her ground and only slid back a meter or so. She took a few steps forward, only to get punched again and again. But after each strike she would move closer and closer, until she finally managed to push forward onto the glove, preventing the spring from shooting out again.
"It's my win... stupid glove!" She cried out triumphantly.
Mocha's Training Results!
DEF +1!
INT -5!
"What kind of shitty training results are that! And how the hell did I get dumber from getting punched in the head repeatedly!?" She took a second to reflect on this before admitting. "Actually... that one kind of makes sense..."
NANAMI'S TRAINING
"Mu-kun... I don't think I can run much more than this..." Nanami gasped as she finished her lap around the track.
Nanami's Training Results!
SPD +0!
PITY +25!
"B-but Lady Nanami..." Mu-kun gave a nervous cough. "You have only run one lap so far... Surely you can push yourself harder than that! Just imagine... a terrifying Ankylomon is chasing after you! You ran much further when that happened!"
Nanami tried her best to block those terrifying memories from her mind. She didn't want to be reminded of that traumatic day. She looked over towards the Falcomon encouraging her, however. Well, at least the day hadn't been all bad! She made a new friend, after all! Even though she did get stabbed by her earlier.
"Th-that's completely different!" She protested. "Th-there's no way that running like my life depended on it is healthy as running for fun! Besides, my legs were really hurt at the end of that day, remember?"
"Ah... I suppose so. My apologies!" Mu-kun bowed deeply, but Nanami tried to console the bird by patting her on the shoulder.
"It's fine, really!" She giggled cheerfully, then rubbed her back. "Oh, but Mu-kun, I don't think that running style you showed me is working out so well for me! In fact, it's kind of... hurting more than I thought it would..." Plus, she had never seen the track kids at her school run so weirdly.
"Nonsense, Lady Nanami!" Mu-kun protested. "By leaning forward when running, you lessen air resistance, increasing your overall maximum running speed! Not to mention you make a smaller target of yourself! It is the only proper running stance for a ninja!"
"But Mu-kun... there's no one here to attack us..."
"Lady Nanami, you must never say that while you are undergoing ninja training! When you are training as a ninja, there is always someone there to attack you! You are just not skilled enough to notice them yet!"
"Fine, then I don't wanna be a ninja!" She countered, crossing her arms and turning away from the Falcomon.
"I... I see..." Mu-kun seemed heartbroken. "In that case... I shall... I shall take my leave..." Try as she might, the Falcomon seemed to be unable to hold back her tears.
"No! Mu-kun, I didn't mean it like that!" She didn't know what to do with the crying bird Digimon. "You know... maybe I don't want to be a ninja... but maybe you can teach me to run like one, just for a little bit longer, okay? Please?"
"Then we must resume training, then!" Mu-kun was suddenly back to her excited self.
"Wait, you recovered way too quickly!"
"Indeed! My tears would only hamper your training results, so we must press on! Now, nine more laps!"
CREAM'S TRAINING
As Cream stood in front of the blackboard, she couldn't help but wonder exactly how it worked. This training apparently increased your intelligence, but all she saw were randomly-solved equations. It was like looking at a Scantron test sheet with a perfect score. As impressive as it was, it didn't help the Terriermon get any smarter.
Unless...!
Cream suddenly thought she saw a mistake on one the the equations. She was too short to reach the blackboard, so she grabbed a stick and began to rewrite the equation in the dirt. Then she saw another one that needed correcting, and another one, and soon enough, while she wasn't capable of telling anyone how she was able to solve them, the ground around her looked like a vandalized hotel room during a Mathlete competition.
Cream's Training Results!
INT +9̸̢̨̬͙͓̏9̴̮͊́9̴̹͘9̵̡̹̙̐̈́͆̎̓!
Cream's eyes widened as they began to emit a bright white light. She began to casually levitate through the air, and with Her newfound perspective, reality itself became but a plaything for the Digimon. All of a sudden, She knew the answers to... everything.
"̸͙̬͉̾̇̂̆͝I̷̳̦̥͔͛̈́ ̵̨͈̦̪̊͑͂̊s̷̡̹͈̄̈̍̌͠ͅe̸̞̦̗̾̉e̴̤̪̬̾̍͛.̵̞͗̎̂͋͜.̴͎̳̩͔͒.̴̼̱̻̎̕ ̶̛͚̥̱̞̼̉̀t̵̛͊̀̿ͅh̴̭͇͖̟̫̏͘e̴̡͇͓̩̤̊̍̕ǹ̴͇̝̪͒̀ ̶̙̒̑ė̵͓̾̓̽v̴̯̲̿̅̔͘͝ͅȇ̶͈̝̤̱̝n̵̢̼̘͓̏ ̸͚̦̳̉̉͜t̵̥̝̳̰̋̈h̶̫̉e̷͇͓̙̒̈͊͠ ̴͓͙͍̂w̸̙̠̬͖͒̅͜ǫ̵̰͓̠̖͒̽̐͝r̶̡̠̻̤̽s̸͚̖̞͗̔̒t̴̹̫̼͈̰͆̈́̐̌̈́ ̵̰̎̈́͝ị̷̺̗̹̰͛̓̕s̵̼͒͝s̷̩̓͐̇̈͋ṳ̸̢̫̳͊ể̴̝̠̤͖̈s̴̡̧͇̝̼̊̏̋͝ ̵̺̉̀̃p̵̛͙͙͠l̶̛̞̈́̎͊̈́a̴͈̣̩͠g̵̡̫͍͛͌̊̈̈́ṷ̷͕̥̊i̵̗̩̮̹͖̍ņ̴̝͆̾͗͛g̴̼̹̤̬͔̈́ ̶̞̇̐ơ̴̠̠̿̋͂͝u̵͚͆͐͌̔̆r̷͚͂̅̚͠ ̶̨̛̂̾ẁ̶͉͕̳̰͖͌̒̕o̷͉̥̠͋̏̾r̸̗̩͈̖̎͜l̶̢̑̄̆͘d̵̜̣̟̊̿s̵̰̤̜̒͌̊̚ ̸̨͓̫͎̀͝i̶̳̫̊̈́̍s̵̨̯̳̤̈́̈́̿͝ ̵͔̬͗ṉ̴̓̉̚ḁ̸̗͎͔̙́̃̄͝ù̷̘̹̄̆̃̑g̷͚̲̤̤̓̓h̸̢̖͇̘̄͐ţ̸̥̾̿ ̷̖̳͖̜̓̕b̸̮̦̘̻̕ù̵̠t̸͉̲̖̠̓̈̅͌ ̸̥̱̗́͑͌ǎ̵̡̩̯̙̔ ̶̝̹̥̮̄͛̃̈t̷̢̍͆̾̄r̸̼͒ị̸̝̫̩̖̌̀v̵̟̝͎͔̈̃͠ḯ̸̗̎à̶̧̗̮̼l̵̲͗ ̷͔́m̷̜̞̮̟̖͊͒ḁ̵̱̝̊̑̓t̴̖͙͂́̊͊̓t̶̘̐͋̌̈́͋ȩ̶͈͉͂r̴͖͐̈́ ̷̞̱̼̤͒̆c̶̝̣͑̿ȯ̶̮̝͍͜m̸̨̡̳̺̙̐̀̿̿p̵̛̬̤̳͇͚̅a̴̢̭̩̦̟͌̎̂r̴̮̞͗͊̚ȇ̵̘͛̍͌d̸͍̜̈́̈́ ̴͚͓͊̋̊̋t̷͓̬̍̚ỏ̶̱̮̘̥̘̈͊̒͒ ̸̪̰͕͆̇̋ͅt̸͇͂̕͝h̴̹͙̯̟̎̀̍̄e̵̼̅͒̌̌ ̸̛̮̥̜͝m̸̥̣̀͂̉̂͠e̸̲͓͎͖͈̽̔á̷̛͈͉̰̍̿͠n̶̮̈ͅi̷̤͖̠͐̈̀͂̕ņ̶̪̮̮̔͗͜g̷͚̯͓̾ ̶̟̮̓̊o̷̬͇͊̅̄̎̌f̶̡̩̟̍͜ ̷̣͙̟̼͇̀̈́͊͝t̸̮͓̬̋͐̋̈́̀ͅȟ̵͎̖̮̯̏e̵̖͕̥͎̔́ ̴̗̖̪̥̈́̈ͅė̵͉̠͎̤͆̃̓x̶̪̗͚̦̭̊i̵̻͍͖͓͐́͊͋s̸̙̼̊͂̔͋t̸̛̯̹̟͖e̵͎̜̫̤̫̔̽́ṇ̸͌̓̈̈́c̷̞̼̭̲̙̽ė̶̦ͅ ̵͕̜͛o̴̙̍̇̑̐͝f̸͔̪͚͊ ̸̡̯͊̉̓̎̚p̴̙̚ủ̸͔̖͌͘r̶̪̞̖͔͈͆͒̏͝p̷̢̖̜̣̯͛͌o̵͇̳͈͊̽s̴̛͍̹̠͈̞ḙ̴͎͓̲̫́͒͌͘.̵̼̫̝̠̤̅.̶̧̜̂͊͌̌.̷̫̬̭͗"̶̝̺̱͉̥̃̍̐́
With Her newfound omnipotence, She gave a glance to Her sister. She could smite the Lopmon with but a stray thought, completely erasing her from all memories and existence, and every weak child and public restroom in two worlds would be better off for it. She moved her consciousness over towards the pink-haired girl, who had a dumb-founded expression on her face as the Falcomon beside was attempting to explain something to her. It would be easy for the Almighty Terriermon to erase the dense fog of idiocy that surrounded her half-functioning brain. She may even be able to say the Falcomon's name for once.
But... She knew that would only be a selfish use of Her powers. No, Cream could not use Her powers for gain, but instead use them to create something greater. So she lifted her hands to the sky, creating a tear in reality that led to a blank universe. She channeled her powers into this new reality, creating the first semblance of life. With the last of Her newfound powers, she sealed the tear in reality, knowing that in several eternities from now, she may one day see the fruits of her labor.
"I guess this kind of training isn't meant for humans, after all..." Nanami admitted with a nervous laugh as they regrouped.
"Do not worry, Lady Nanami! I am sure we will have many more opportunities to train outside of this unusual farm!" Mu-kun consoled, ever supportive of her client.
"Well that was a wash..." Mocha muttered. "I don't feel any tougher at all..." She turned towards her sister. "Hey Cream, do I look any tougher to you?"
"Not really..." Cream responded, suddenly slapping her sister across the face, then noticing the stinging sensation in her paw. "Well... Just a little bit..."
"What the hell was that for!?"
"Well done, Lady Cream!"
"And what the hell are you cheering for, damned bird!?"
"Hey guys... can we just go now?"
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