[ Kuro stands in the school store with a handful of vending machine coins in hand. There is, perhaps, a bit more aggression than is strictly necessary in the way she jams them into the slot, over and over again—a fact which is not helped by the steady stream of junk she receives in return. A stuffed animal. A piece of fruit. A flower. A... Whatever "Treasure X" is supposed to be? She doesn't have time to stop and dig out the toy inside. At least, that's what the expression on her face seems to say.
Eventually, when she inserts another coin, she's greeted with a loud thunk. When she looks down to examine her prize, she immediately spots the faintly curved hilts of two very familiar paired blades. Her face lights up. Could it be, finally, that she's hit the jackpot and found Kanshou and Bakuya?! ]
Khh, damn it— Of course I couldn't get so lucky!
[ The answer is no. Her grip tightens around one completely broken, completely useless shortsword—and, overwhelmed by her frustration, she pitches it as hard as she can against the vending machine's face. (To add insult to injury, naturally, it ricochets off without leaving so much as a dent.)
But there are still more coins to insert. Kuro continues to amass her collection of miscellaneousstuff. Finally, she has just two coins left in her palm; in her impatience to be done with her bad gacha pulls supply-collecting, she shoves them both into the slot, not waiting for the vending machine to dispense one questionable prize before demanding another.
For a moment, she is greeted with only silence. Then, the vending machine spews moist kibble all over her legs and shoes. ]
Wh— What is this? Groooss...
[ Kuro is still standing there, trying to wipe dog food off her knees, when the vending machine decides to follow up. As if to give the worst answer to a rhetorical question imaginable, it spits a piece of firewood directly into Kuro's shin, too. ]
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Eventually, when she inserts another coin, she's greeted with a loud thunk. When she looks down to examine her prize, she immediately spots the faintly curved hilts of two very familiar paired blades. Her face lights up. Could it be, finally, that she's hit the jackpot and found Kanshou and Bakuya?! ]
Khh, damn it— Of course I couldn't get so lucky!
[ The answer is no. Her grip tightens around one completely broken, completely useless shortsword—and, overwhelmed by her frustration, she pitches it as hard as she can against the vending machine's face. (To add insult to injury, naturally, it ricochets off without leaving so much as a dent.)
But there are still more coins to insert. Kuro continues to amass her collection of miscellaneous stuff. Finally, she has just two coins left in her palm; in her impatience to be done with her
bad gacha pullssupply-collecting, she shoves them both into the slot, not waiting for the vending machine to dispense one questionable prize before demanding another.For a moment, she is greeted with only silence. Then, the vending machine spews moist kibble all over her legs and shoes. ]
Wh— What is this? Groooss...
[ Kuro is still standing there, trying to wipe dog food off her knees, when the vending machine decides to follow up. As if to give the worst answer to a rhetorical question imaginable, it spits a piece of firewood directly into Kuro's shin, too. ]