The Great Holy War on the Water
~The Great Holy War on the Water~
"Oh, for flip's sake! For the love of mackerel! I cannot TAKE this any more!"
Miko's fist struck the table, making the crowd of porcelain dishes tremble and clatter. Tojiko yelped as her scrambled eggs went flying.
"I am sick and tired," said Miko furiously, "of losing to Byakuren and her goody-two-shoes Budhhist collective every single time. She has an oil-powered bicycle, spells to make herself stronger and faster, an entire flying ship... We can't let this continue!"
"But what can we do?" said Futo glumly. "Mine own boat cannot fly, nor have we a single motorised velocipede... Alack, our one metal trolley hath no engine. And even on foot, the accursed false saint Byakuren wouldst trounce us..."
"It's just not fair! Why can't we be the ones with the cuddly yamabiko and the massive ship and the ghost with a ladle and the-"
"THAT'S IT!" Tojiko leapt to her tails with both arms raised in a spirited double fist-pump. "The Palanquin's so
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