
GODDESS OF VICTORY: NIKKE story ยท Event stories
CLAY, MORE
15 scenes, 1,463 lines
1. Clay Falls Apart
30 linesIn a dimly lit corner of the Under Arena,
Clay is doing a solo cheerleading routine on a small stage.
Go! Go! Victory!
Whooo!
In the square ring situated at the center of the arena,
*Bam bam*
two Nikkes face off, trading punches and kicks.
*Bam bam bam*
You... You can do it! Cheer up!
*Bam*
*Thwack*
Aw, come on!
If you've only got that little fight in you, you might as well quit!
Are you seriously falling down from that puny punch? Get up!
*Whack whack*
Amongst the angry shouts and jeers from the crowd, Clay feels her heart rate start to increase.
Jeez, what a waste of time!
*Thump thump*
...!
I want my money back, trash!
*Thump thump thump*
Ugh! Damn it!
I... er...
*Thud*
Eventually, Clay plunks herself down onto the ground.
I-I can't do it anymore...
I guess I really can't do this whole 'empowering someone else' thing all by myself after all...
It's just way too hard for little ol' me...
2. Rewind in Crisis: A
137 linesA few weeks prior.
*Zing*
B-Bay, are you okay?!
What's wrong?
Does it have to do with that fall you had during tumbling practice a while back,
or that other time you fell while doing the Toss Cupie stunt,
or maybe when I tossed you up too high and caused you to bump into something?
If that's not it, then...
Oh, sorry...
I was worried about Bay, that's all...
She's come here before to treat some minor injuries,
but she's never been hospitalized like this...
Are you sure?
You're lying.
!
Physically speaking, she's fine.
We were able to swap out the parts that were damaged.
However, this has been happening at an alarming rate recently.
We've replaced her leg parts more than 20 times in the last month alone,
and she's had her arms replaced 10 times.
...
She's had that many replacements?!
Yes, well above the rate which is considered normal.
If you want our medical opinion, we believe this could pose a problem.
If she keeps this up,
she might be facing a Mind Switch.
... Replacement... Mind Switch...
We plan to keep her here for a while to rest while we run some tests on her.
Once those are finished, if we don't see any problems, we'll have her discharged.
How could I possibly experience a Mind Switch because of this?
As you can see, it's not a big deal, so don't overreact.
What? Where?
I-it was...
You really ought to take this seriously, Bay.
If you're not careful, a Mind Switch could lead to you never being able to cheerlead again.
...!
But... Rewind is on the rise right now.
We have so much work to do.
I can't let this opportunity pass us by.
At least give me a week to get things sorted.
Then what about the competition?
Don't you worry,
let me handle that!
You just concentrate on resting and getting through those tests!
...
What's with that look? Do you not think I can do it?
Stop right there!
You know this isn't your fault!
I don't want to hear another word like that from you!
Anyway, you don't have to worry about anything for a while.
So get some rest and focus on your recovery.
In the meantime, I'll take care of Rewind.
Got it?
...
Bay!
...
Please!
...
Aren't you going to answer me?
*Sigh*
After avoiding Clay's gaze for as long as she can,
Bay reluctantly nods her head.
... Okay.
The day of the competition.
*Inhale* *Exhale* *Inhale* *Exhale*
I know it's just me out there, but I've gotta go the extra mile for Bay!
It's tough to win on skills alone, so I've gotta get the crowd pumped up as much as possible...
All right, let's do this!
It's all gonna work out!
One, two, three!
Rewind, one more ti...!
*Bang*
You're up. Get ready.
Excuse me, just a moment!
One of our members isn't able to participate due to health reasons,
so I'll be performing alone.
Sorry?
The competition rules clearly state at least two members are required to participate.
You can't go out there on your own.
Th-that can't be...!
Isn't there anyone who can substitute for her?
... No, there isn't.
I'm very sorry, but your team will have to be disqualified.
No!
What should I do?
Should I contact Bay?
...
No, I can't worry her with this!
I'll just prepare extra hard for tomorrow's performance. That way, I can make up for what happened today!
The next day. Rewind's waiting room.
*Inhale* *Exhale*
Today is just a regular performance, so I don't have to worry about being disqualified.
As long as I perform the way I rehearsed it last night and don't make any mistakes, it'll be fine!
Only good things are gonna happen from here on out. Good things.
It's all gonna work out!
All right, then... One, two, three!
Rewind, one more time!
After Clay shouts the chant to herself, she steps out of the waiting room with a look of determination.
*Clap clap clap* Go! Go! Victory!
You can do it! Cheer up!
Now, raise your hands and do the wave with me!
Starting from the left!
*Whoooosh*
Hey, where's Bay?
I came to see her tumbling. Did something happen?
Clay seems less energetic than usual too.
Clay runs around the stage, trying to elicit a response from the crowd,
but is met with a lukewarm reception.
...
I-I'll start from the beginning.
...
Normally, the spectators would laugh off Clay's mistakes as a cute mishap,
but today, their response is ice-cold.
3. Rewind in Crisis: B
30 linesHaving finished my paperwork early, I lie down on the sofa.
Maybe I'll take a nap...
*Beep*
*Beep*
My phone vibrates.
I'll check it after I wake up...
*Beep*
*Beep beep beep*
...
My phone vibrates non-stop, forcing me to check it.
The very next thing I do is attempt to contact Clay,
but she doesn't answer.
Bay said she'd send over the details for today's event, so I guess I'll just have to wait.
While waiting for Bay's message, I look up the latest news stories pertaining to Rewind.
"Team Rewind on the Brink of Disbanding?"
"Have the Rumors of Discord Finally Brought Team Rewind Down for Good?"
The internet is filled with provocative and negative articles.
I heard Rewind got disqualified from a tournament.
I've been a Rewind fan for a long time, way before the news about the internal fight came out.
Disqualified? I'm shocked. This doesn't make any sense.
Their routine was a total mess. What a joke!
Without Bay, all you've got is Clay with her two left feet.
Is this really how it all ends for Rewind?
Online forums are flooded with torrents of negative posts and comments.
*Beep*
I check my phone.
It's Bay sending me the Team Rewind's schedule.
...
There's still no response from Clay.
Perhaps I should pay her a visit.
4. Clay's Past: A
142 linesI went to the address Bay sent.
Rewind?
Their gig today was canceled.
What with all this negative press, we thought having Rewind on stage might bring down the mood.
I steered her towards another gig instead.
She seemed a bit hesitant, but she headed in that direction in the end.
Where is that?
Here's the address.
This can't be it...
I double check the address.
This is definitely it.
Clay came here to perform?
Hey, you.
Over here.
You are here for the Under Arena, right?
Instead of responding verbally, I merely nod.
Just so you know, admission is a bit extra today.
It's the big match between Marin and Ruby,
some of the top fighters in the entire arena.
Anyway, I'm glad you found us.
Sometimes people have a tough time finding the place since it's so well-hidden.
I quickly pay the entrance fee.
Has it started already?
It started a while ago. Hurry up and go in.
After entering through the entrance the man pointed to, I descend the stairs...
Whoooooooo!
and am greeted by resounding cheers from the crowd surrounding the large square-shaped arena.
The Under Arena is an illegal underground fighting ring
where Nikkes engage in hand-to-hand combat.
People pay an entry fee to watch the fights,
and can also place bets on who they think will win.
It's been a long time since I last visited this place.
Where could Clay be?
I scan the area.
... Victory!
Not long after, I see Clay over in the corner, doing her routine all by herself.
You... You can do it! Cheer up!
Seeing Clay's strange expression, I try to approach quickly, but...
Agh... There are too many people. I can't get close.
Clay, can you hear me?
I'm over here!
My voice is drowned out by the din of the crowd.
Um... uh...
Clay starts to stagger, then collapses to the ground.
Clay!
...
Excuse me.
Hey, watch where you're going!
Be careful, will you!
Sorry, I've got to get through.
*Grab*
Clay!
...
Clay, are you okay?
Stay with me!
No, this isn't a dream.
I came to see you.
Me? Why?
It's a bit noisy in here. Why don't we head somewhere else?
I lead the thoroughly confused Clay outside.
Whoa! You've contacted me so many times?!
Sorry,
it's so noisy in there. I didn't realize you were trying to reach me!
I was also really focused on my cheerleading...
Even though I couldn't finish...
...
Bay sent you, didn't she?
Did she tell you?
No.
It's just... I know how busy you are, Coach.
The fact that you've contacted me so many times and even came here personally
tells me that Bay must have asked you to come.
And it seems like my guess was right...
Yes, she did ask me to come,
but I'm also here because I'm worried about you and Rewind.
...!
I haven't heard the full story of what happened.
If you don't mind, could you fill me in?
Clay proceeds to explain everything that happened with a deadpan expression:
I've been leading the team alone due to Bay's hospitalization.
Rewind being disqualified for failing to comply with the competition rules.
The poor reception of her subsequent performances.
As soon as word got out that I was performing on my own without Bay,
most of our performances got canceled...
I tried my best to do the ones that wasn't cancel on my own,
and practiced super hard, but...
I wasn't able to follow the beat, and I ended up making all kinds of mistakes.
And today, our show at the stadium was canceled without any prior notice.
Instead, they asked if I was interested in performing somewhere else.
In order to prevent our reputation from sinking any lower,
I said I'd do it, since I wanted to try and get through a performance without making any mistakes,
but all I ended up doing was failing half-way through.
It didn't have anything to do with the tempo.
I was the problem...
Without Bay,
I can't do anything.
I'm useless on my own.
...
Clay.
Did something happen?
What?
The Clay I know...
Luck just wasn't on our side this time around, that's all.
Even with all that practice, it's still tough to keep in step with the tempo.
That's okay, though. I'll do better next time!
Since Bay isn't here, I have to be twice as good!
The Clay I know would have stayed positive and said something like that.
She wouldn't have given up this easily.
Be honest with me.
What's going on?
For a while, Clay stumbles over her words.
I wait patiently until she's composed herself.
A moment later.
What do you mean?
The Nikkes who were fighting.
Yes, I saw.
You mean...
5. Clay's Past: B
116 linesLet me ask you something: do you think it's possible for Nikkes to fight Raptures bare-handed?
Of course not.
Hehe. It does sound impossible, doesn't it?
But the Ark is a place
where you can glimpse the impossible on a regular basis.
A long time ago, I heard there was a Nikke that did fight Raptures with her bare hands.
I scarcely believed it myself, but I couldn't get the thought out of my mind.
I'm not sure if it was because I wanted to see someone else pull it off, or if I wanted to accomplish it myself.
Even now, I still can't say what my motivation was...
At any rate, our squad was formed to see if melee combat was a viable combat option.
As you might have guessed, the experiment was a complete failure.
All of my comrades were either scrapped,
transferred to other squads,
or sold to the Under Arena.
I was one of the Nikkes who was sold to the arena.
The others adapted quickly
since they were used to fighting barehanded on a daily basis.
But... the same couldn't be said for me, though.
I only ended up dragging everyone else down.
Who's going to fight today?
I-I will.
What? Ruby? Don't we have any others?
What about the others in her group? Opal is a good fighter, and Garnet is a crowd favorite.
They ended up experiencing a Mind Switch and had to be scrapped. We think it might be because they had their parts replaced too frequently, but we're not sure.
...
It hasn't even been 6 months since we bought them, and they're broken already?
We're gonna be in the hole big-time today!
Damn it, why did the ones we want to keep end up busting
while this useless bucket is still kicking about?
It's because the Nikkes that broke are the ones we used the most.
The less useful they are, the less they're put into action. That's why they're still in good condition.
...
Ugh, I'm surrounded by thieving scam artists.
They've got some nerve sticking a dud like this along with the good ones.
If you can't fight, you could at least be appealing in some other way.
What am I supposed to do with you if you can't do anything properly?
You're not bringing in a single credit. Meanwhile, I'm sinking my wallet into your maintenance costs!
She should at least try her best if she really feels bad for her friends. Anyway, let's send her out for now since we don't have any other Nikkes to use.
I-I'll do my best...
*Pow pow*
Argh!
*Thud*
3, 2, 1!
Urgh...
*Ding ding ding*
Oh, what a shame! Ruby has been eliminated in the first round!
Jeez, that Ruby really is hopeless. Do you think she'll ever improve?
What's she even good for? She's got no sense of showmanship, let alone any actual fighting skills. She's such a bore.
Didn't they say Opal was supposed to fight today?
If not her, then at least Garnet. What is this?
Clay.
...
Clay?
... Yes?
You suddenly stopped talking.
Oh, I-I did?
I was just thinking about the past... hehe.
When I was in there doing my routine,
all those old memories of my time there came flooding back, and it got me scared.
I was so useless then.
I was able to hold on thanks to the other Nikkes who were there, but only barely.
After they were all gone,
everyone around me couldn't stand me.
Back then, and even now, I've never been able to do anything on my own.
I can't do anything without someone's help.
I'm so useless...
Tears begin to well up in Clay's eyes.
*Sob* S-sorry.
I don't mean to cry, really.
All those old memories ruined my routine today.
I can't stand this. I'm so ashamed of myself.
I just want to leave this all behind me.
I just want to give up.
*Sob*
Just as I reach out to comfort the weeping Clay...
Good grief.
I can't take any more of this pity party.
The idea of giving up shouldn't be bandied about like that.
Huh? What'd you say?
It wasn't me. I didn't say anything.
*Rustle*
Something jumps out from the bushes near the bench we're sitting on.
I was saying that I can't stand listening to any more of this pity party!
Wha...?
Milk?
What are you hiding in a bush for?
I-I should be asking what you're doing out here in the open!
I saw you leave the Under Arena and decided to follow you, that's all.
You followed me? Why?
Why wouldn't I? There's no way you'd show up in a place like that unless you had a good reason.
I was wondering if something was up.
I also had something I wanted to talk to you about.
Also, just to set things straight,
I wasn't intentionally eavesdropping!
I was going to let my presence be known straight away,
but your conversation took a weird left turn, so I had to wait for the right moment.
You two were also so quiet that I couldn't hear most of it anyway.
Hold on, why am I even explaining myself?! Anyway, that's not the point.
You're a moron, you know that?
Who? Me?
Yes, you!
What reason have you got to be so down in the dumps?
You're talking about giving up?
Don't be ridiculous!
The reason the audience was so riled up today
had nothing to do with you!
Huh? What do you mean?
To put it simply,
I'm the one they were upset with.
What I'm trying to say is that you did nothing wrong.
6. The Name's Ruby: A
78 lines?
?
So...
You think Clay was sad
because of the crowd's reaction?
Actually...
I shoot a surprised look at Clay,
who discreetly shows me her phone.
On the screen,
I can see a message:
"I'm sorry, please just go along with it for now.
I don't want others to be worried about me."
I give a discreet nod that only Clay notices.
Thank you for your support, Milk.
I am, hehe!
Glad to hear it.
Don't let me hear you talking about giving up because of stuff like this, okay?
There's nothing
I hate more than quitters and losers.
I see...
...
...
Are you really okay?
O-of course! I'm perfectly fine, hehe.
You said the crowd was angry with you?
Why would they be mad at you?
Huh? Explain what?
What? You didn't notice either?
Were either of you even paying attention to the ring at the center?
I was looking for Clay, so I didn't get a proper look.
And I was too focused on my cheerleading to notice anything else.
A moment later.
Milk leaves, and then comes back after changing her clothes.
...
You changed your outfit.
Are you carrying more stuff on your back?
That's right.
This is much more comfortable.
Wow, you noticed that?
You've got a sharp eye, Pal.
Is that the only difference you can see,
though?
Um... Is your hair color brighter?
How could that even be possible?!
Ugh, you two are killing me!
...
Fine, I didn't want to say it myself, but
I'm one of the top fighters in the Under Arena.
Didn't they tell you when you came in, Pal?
When I came in?
Just so you know, admission is a bit extra today.
It's the big match between Marin and Ruby,
some of the top fighters in the entire arena.
That's right,
I was told there was going to be a match between Marin and Ruby.
Clay frantically puts her hands over her mouth.
Fortunately, Milk doesn't appear to notice.
7. The Name's Ruby: B
120 linesRuby?
It's my nickname in the Under Arena.
Oh, um...
I-I've always enjoyed watching hand-to-hand combat,
so I visit the Under Arena often.
I even go there to cheer sometimes, like I did today.
... Huh. I didn't peg you as the type who'd be into this stuff. Color me surprised.
... Hehe.
Color me surprised as well, Milk.
Huh? About what?
I didn't expect you to be participating in the arena.
Oh, well, it's no great shakes, really.
Just a hobby of mine.
It helps to relieve my stress, especially when I win.
You call it a hobby, but hand-to-hand combat isn't exactly a leisurely pastime, you know?
On top of that, didn't you say you were one of the top fighters?
That's really impressive!
Hehe, it is,
isn't it?
That's only because when I started out,
losing was a regular part of my routine, if you will.
Oh?
I lost every single time.
I'd be lying if I said the thought never crossed my mind.
It came as a huge shock to me.
Remember what I said earlier?
How I hate losing most of all?
At first, the fact I kept losing was incredibly frustrating.
I started to resent the whole world.
At some point, I started questioning myself.
Why the hell can't I win?
What the hell is wrong with me?
This is really pissing me off.
I'm going to win, no matter what!
In a way, all those losses became a source of motivation.
They kept me going.
That's amazing.
Hehe, you remind me of Bay.
You're so passionate about what you love,
and you never give up, no matter what happens.
That's right. There's no such thing as giving up in my book.
...
But recently,
I've been having a tough time with something.
Really?
That's why I followed you two, because I wanted to talk it over with Pal.
There's this opponent...
and I feel like I've hit a brick wall.
Do you mean they're hard to beat?
It's more complicated than that.
Every time I face her, I get absolutely spanked!
That's why the crowd was in such an uproar back there.
So Marin is the opponent you're talking about?
Have you tried analyzing the playback?
That can be quite helpful... Er, I mean
I've heard that it can be helpful.
I tried, but I didn't get anything out of it... Maybe I need another pair of eyes.
It felt like the more I watched it, the less I understood.
Is there any way you can help me?
Even if it's something small.
I desperately want to beat this chick, even if it's only once.
But at this point, I feel like I've exhausted all the options available to me.
Sorry, but now's not really a...
Before I can finish my sentence,
Clay interrupts me.
??
Clay whispers softly to me.
We can talk about this in detail later.
Uh... Yeah, sure.
Actually, we do have some time, so it should be fine.
Clay and I will help you out.
Hehe, of course!
You did such a good job making me feel better,
consider this my way of repaying you.
I do have one question though.
What's that?
Oh, that?
I heard that the name Ruby is synonymous with defeat in the arena,
so I decided to use it.
Even though it's associated with something negative like that?
That's precisely why I like it.
If I keep winning and change that image, it'll be the most satisfying thing ever.
In fact, you could almost say that I've already succeeded,
since I'm doing quite well as is, hehe.
...
Clay abruptly reaches out and clasps Milk's hands in hers.
I will do everything I can to help you, Milk!
I'll see to it that you win
if it's the last thing I do!
8. A New Mindset
68 linesAfter deciding on when to meet next, we part ways with Milk.
I'm sorry, Coach.
What are you apologizing for?
I've been acting so recklessly today.
I'm so sorry...
Despite that,
you didn't tell Milk my story,
and agreed to offer help to Milk.
I can't thank you enough!
Don't mention it.
Are you okay, though?
Me?
You agreed to help Milk,
which means you'll have to be around the Under Arena quite often now.
I thought you were scared of that place.
Th-that is...
...
You're right.
That place does frighten me still.
Just as much as being in Rewind alone without Bay frightens me.
That's because it might reveal how useless I am.
But after that talk with Milk, I realized something.
I still haven't faced my demons,
and that's something I intend to rectify!
But I know that's easier said than done.
Heck, even thinking about it is scary.
But if I don't overcome this fear,
I feel like I'll forever be stuck in a rut.
So,
if I ever start talking about wanting to give up or anything like that,
I want you to set me straight!
I'll keep that in mind, although I don't think that will happen.
Hehe, thanks!
It's reassuring to know I've got you in my corner!
I should get in touch with Bay later to thank her,
and apologize for making her worry, hehe.
Yeah, that would be good.
Today's certainly been full of surprises!
You mean about Milk being a pro-fighter?
And you as well.
Oh... Yeah!
Hehe, I guess.
I can see where that'd be unexpected. I'm not particularly athletic, and I don't have a sense of rhythm.
Rhythm is incredibly important, even in combat.
It's similar to dancing, where you have to follow a certain rhythm.
But even back then, I wasn't very good at that.
My mind and body weren't in sync.
I think that's what prevented me from doing as well as the others.
No matter how much I practiced, I couldn't keep up the pace.
As Clay ruminates on her past,
she busily scribbles something on a tablet with her other hand.
What are you writing?
On the tablet Clay hands over, Milk's detailed practice schedule is written.
What's this?
I was writing this down for Milk.
The more detailed the schedule is, the better.
I used to make schedules like these for the other Nikkes back in the day.
Once I'm done with this,
I'm thinking of analyzing the playback
to find any particular strengths or weaknesses.
That all might be more apparent to a fresh set of eyes!
I've had a lot of experience with this before,
so I thought it might be helpful for Milk.
Here, take a look at this.
I think this routine should be good.
Clay continues to outline her plan to me for a while.
9. Objective: Defeat Marin!: A
47 linesWhat's all this?
I whipped up a basic schedule and practice routine leading up to your next match.
I also went through the playback and took some notes, which I've written down in this document.
Just in case, I brought some supplements for you as well.
Are you taking anything already?
I haven't done much.
Clay did almost all of it.
Oh come on, you did a lot.
The only reason I was able to prepare all of this is that you did such a good job organizing everything for me.
Milk starts looking at Clay's tablet.
This is amazing.
This is like it's been done by a professional.
Are you really just a casual fan of this stuff?
... All right, I guess that makes sense then.
This truly is amazing, and I'm not just saying that.
If you wanted, I bet you could find work as a manager for fighters.
What was that?
Oh, nothing.
Anyway, like I was saying before, it would be best to start with the video analysis.
I've analyzed several videos of your fight with Marin.
Let's skip to this part...
Here.
Now, let's play it back in slow motion.
...
The significant difference in body size between you and your opponent will put you at a significant disadvantage in terms of attack range.
Even something as simple as tackling seems to pose a challenge.
With that being the case,
it would be better to employ fakeouts and speed rather than confronting her head-on.
So you want me to resort to cheap tricks?
If I were the old me, I might have gone for that,
but I'm different now.
I moved on from that type of stuff a long time ago.
No, no, you're getting it all wrong.
Such a considerable size difference is something you simply can't overcome, no matter how hard you'd like to.
But wouldn't it be more satisfying to defeat her mano y mano?
That would be incredibly difficult, if not impossible, due to the size difference between you two.
Hey, are you underestimating me because I'm small?
N-no! Not at all!
We proceed to spend the day analyzing the videos,
and Milk starts living according to the schedule Clay has prepared for her.
Clay and I also decide to adopt the same schedule.
10. Objective: Defeat Marin!: B
118 lines5 days until the match with Marin.
I take a bite out of the lunch Clay prepared for me.
?!
There's no taste at all.
Don't tell me that I have to eat all of this?
Yes, of course!
... Oh boy.
Do I have to as well?
You too, Coach.
Aw man...
3 days until the match with Marin.
Me too... *Pant pant*
Oh no, you don't.
You've still got 5 more laps to go.
I'm running at the same pace as both of you, so keep it going, both of you.
*Pant pant* Don't you get tired at all... even a little bit?
Hehe, stamina is one area where I excel.
If you stop to rest now, you'll only make it harder on yourself.
Keep going.
Milk pushes through her fatigue and continues running.
*Pant pant*
If you're too tired, Coach, you can run for 2 more laps instead of 5.
I'm sure you can handle that, right?
... I'm not so sure, but I grit my teeth and continue running silently.
1 day until the match with Marin.
One! Two!
One! Two!
*Pow pow*
Pick up the pace!
*Pow pow*
One! Two!
*Pow pow*
You doing okay, Coach?
I'm fine.
Are you hitting the bag as hard as you can?
Yeah...
Pal, don't overexert yourself. Take a breather.
I appreciate you doing this for me, but I don't want to see you get injured.
One! Two!
I feel like I should set up a punching bag in the Commander's Room.
With some bitterness, I sit back and watch the two of them continue to practice.
The day of the match.
Milk is nervously fidgeting with her hands.
Are you okay?
...
Milk?
You look nervous.
N-nervous? Who's nervous?! I'm totally fine!
...
Okay, fine. Just a tiny bit, maybe.
I'm normally completely fine before a match. In fact, I get pretty excited about going out there.
But this is the first time someone has helped me train like this.
I feel like I've got expectations to live up to.
Milk!
Gah! You startled me.
Drink this.
What is it?
Yeah. I didn't want to upset my stomach.
Well, this shouldn't upset your stomach.
Thanks.
Also, don't feel any pressure, okay?
We've practiced a whole bunch.
Just remember everything that we covered in practice, and be natural.
Your body will remember the rest.
... Okay. Got it.
I'm sorry for acting all weak like this, especially when I'm the one who asked for your help.
I'm gonna go out there and smash her to a pulp!
We'll be here cheering you on.
And we'll be cheering nice and loud!
Milk leaves the waiting room.
Should we start getting ready too?
...
I look back since there was no response.
This time, it's Clay whose hands are trembling anxiously.
I grasp her hands in mine.
Mmm?
Are you scared to go out there?
... Yes.
Hehe... I'm really pathetic, aren't I?
After that big speech I gave Milk, something as simple as going out there is making me nervous.
It's okay, I'll be right there with you.
If it becomes too much, don't force yourself.
I take Clay's hand in mine, and the moment we step out of the waiting room, we can see the stage.
Looks like Marin is having a hard time getting up!
Countdown!
3, 2, 1!
*Ding ding ding*
What?
Ruby, who had always struggled against Marin, pulled off an incredible comeback with a devastating counterpunch!
!
Wha...?!
Marin lies flat in the center of the ring, and above her, Milk is standing with a bewildered expression.
The MC raises Milk's hand to signal her victory, but suddenly, there are shouts from the crowd.
No! You can't lose like this so easily!
What are you doing, Marin?!
What is this?! I've got a lot of money riding on this!
How could the top fighter get her clock cleaned?
The Under Arena is filled with the indignant roar of the crowd.
I... won?
11. A Pyrrhic Victory: A
123 linesIn the waiting room after the match.
Congratulations on the win, Milk.
... No.
Huh? What do you mean?
You took down that hulking Nikke with a single punch!
That's totally ama...
I didn't defeat her.
Huh?
What are you talking about?
Clay and I check the video Milk shows us.
Not even 10 seconds into the match, Milk throws a right hook.
A fist connects with Marin's jaw, instantly knocking her flat.
It somehow seems... suspicious.
Something feels off about this.
It almost looks as if she purposely didn't dodge the punch, and then... pretended to be knocked out?
Exactly.
There's no way the spectators would have picked up on this,
but I felt it as soon as I stepped into the ring.
I knew that the person in front of me had no intention of fighting.
Argh, this really pisses me off!
What the hell is she playing at?
Clay glances at the tablet for a while.
Hmm?
Hmm...
Oh, don't tell me...
Coach, could you come with me for a moment?
Milk, you must be tired. Go ahead and rest for a moment.
*Bang*
I follow Clay out of the waiting room.
What is it? What's going on?
We need to go figure something out.
I don't understand.
Let's go talk to Marin.
I have a few questions for her.
There's no way Milk will take this sitting down,
and to be frank, I don't think either of us will either.
How do you plan on getting to her?
She works for the Under Arena
and I used to be one of those Nikkes as well.
So I know where their waiting room is.
The managers should have left by now.
Security isn't that strict in there, so we should be able to get in if we're careful.
It's this way.
I follow Clay who takes the lead without any hesitation.
After passing through a labyrinth of corridors, Clay stands before a door.
*Knock knock*
Excuse me, but is there anyone named Marin here?
... Who's there?
I'm Clay from Rewind. I was wondering if we could talk briefly?
*Click*
After a moment, the door opens to reveal a towering Nikke.
Hi there. Are you Marin by any chance?
Yes. Why?
I have a few questions for you about today's fight.
What questions?
Why did you throw the match?
... Have you lost your mind? You come barging in here and immediately start accusing me?
I should call security...
I've watched many of your matches.
You've fought tooth and nail in every single one of them.
Until this week.
...!
For some reason, I get the sense that you purposely lost all the matches you participated in this week.
Today's match was the same.
Were you perhaps...
instructed to lose on purpose?
... Who are you? Are you one of the officials?
How did you know how to get here? There's something strange about you.
Hehe... I used to be affiliated with this place.
Not anymore, though.
That's why I wanted to check for myself.
Then you ought to know better.
Now that I've made it to the top, I've served my purpose.
It's all downhill from here.
I knew it.
Served your purpose? What do you mean?
You probably don't know how the Under Arena operates, Coach.
This place makes money off of Nikkes fighting in the ring,
but that alone doesn't make enough money
to keep it running.
That's why a betting system was introduced.
However, even that wasn't enough... so now they're fixing matches.
How are they fixing them?
First, they do whatever is necessary
to make one Nikke the champion.
Once they've done that, they start fixing the matches that they're in.
They tell the champion to throw the match on purpose.
Knowing that most people will put their money on the reigning champ, they instead bet on the underdog in order to make a lot of money.
After the underdog wins, they flip the script and have the champion win once again.
They keep doing this for a while, making money hand over fist, until the people start to forget about the former champion.
When that happens, they create another champion,
and then the cycle repeats.
The same thing happened to my friends from before.
What a dirty trick.
It is, but there's no way for the crowd to know about it.
Even if complaints do come in, they can brush it off and blame it on a Nikke malfunctioning or some other excuse.
What if a Nikke refuses to play ball?
Then they're scrapped.
What management says, goes.
I knew about it, but when it's your head on the chopping block, it's not so easy to turn them down.
So you became the champion knowing that this would happen?
Yes.
I enjoyed the feeling of winning.
What?
Ruby. The one you fought today.
...
She trained her butt off trying to defeat you.
She must be upset for me not putting up a fight today.
...
But there's no need to feel sore about it.
I lost tonight, so next time will be my turn to win.
I heard they'll be bringing in a lot of high rollers,
so I've got to win no matter what.
Tell her not to be upset since I'll be giving it my all next time.
12. A Pyrrhic Victory: B
85 linesAfter coming back to the waiting room,
we tell Milk all about the match-fixing scheme.
So that's what's been going on!
No wonder I had such a strange feeling.
But what's all this about her taking the next fight seriously?
She makes it out like she's doing me a favor.
It sounds to me like she's insinuating that she'll win easily if she takes the fight seriously.
I mean, to be fair, she's creamed me every time she took our fight seriously...
Argh! This is driving me crazy!
Milk, calm down.
How can you tell me to calm down?!
Those scumbags have been playing us like a damn fiddle!
How can I get back at them?
... Oh, yes. I have a good idea.
What is it?
Based on what Marin told us earlier, this upcoming match is an especially high-profile one
since they're bringing in a bunch of high rollers.
That means they'll be throwing down some serious money.
All the spectators will probably put their money on you,
and the Under Arena will most likely be betting on Marin to win.
Are you saying...
So, we've got to hatch our own plan.
*Thud*
Clay places the tablet and various documents on the table.
Oh no...
Starting today, your training is back on until the day of the match.
Marin is a formidable opponent, there's no doubt about that. But she's not unbeatable.
Milk blankly stares at the tablet, her expression drained of all motivation.
At that moment.
Clay vigorously grasps Milk's shoulders.
Milk, now's not the time to give up!
You should have heard Marin.
She was trash-talking you and saying how you couldn't possibly get on her level.
Tell her to train for another 100 years and come see me then. That's what she said!
...?
I don't recall her saying any of that.
What?!
She even said that punch of yours felt like getting tickled with a feather.
I don't remember hearing that either.
What does she take me for, some kind of joke?!
Yeah, how dare she?!
That's why we have to win this time!
Let's show her that you're the stronger one!
That's right!
I'll pound her into the pavement!
Come on, what are you waiting for? We've got to go practice!
We've got a fight to win!
*Bang* *Crash*
Milk barrels out of the room in a burst of energy.
...
... Hehe.
I just wanted to motivate her a little bit, but it seems I ended up going overboard.
At any rate, it seems to have worked quite nicely!
I think you have a tremendous talent in being there for others.
I mean that.
Y-you really think so?
Absolutely.
So, from here on out, I don't want to hear any more of that talk.
Huh? What kind of talk?
That you can't do anything or that you're useless without Bay.
That you're useless.
Ah...!
...
Hehe, thank you, Coach.
Whenever I'm going through a rough patch and those thoughts start to pop into my head,
I'll remember this moment, all the kind words you said to me, and stand tall.
Normally, Bay would be the one comforting me.
I miss her.
I really want to go out cheerleading as a complete team.
Come to think of it, Clay,
how did you end up joining Rewind?
Wait, do I really have to join you guys as well?
Of course, Coach!
13. True Victory: A
147 linesFor the next few days, Milk and I follow Clay's schedule and are pushed to our limits.
Finally, the day of the decisive match dawns.
Milk is hitting the sandbag in the waiting room.
Her confident aura now is a stark contrast to how she looked just a week ago.
Hey, Pal.
Hey. You don't seem nervous this time around.
Have I ever told you how cool your outfit is, Milk?
Haha, I appreciate that, but you know that doesn't do me much good, right?
As Clay claps and cheers Milk on, she appears to be slightly embarrassed.
It seems that Clay has become more skilled at dealing with Milk.
Huh?
Nothing.
We don't have much time left until the match starts, right?
Yeah, but it'll be different today!
All right, let us give it our all today!
Milk smiles and extends her fist towards Clay.
Clay smiles back and gives Milk a light fist bump.
I'm coming back as a winner!
After the brief fist bump, Milk heads out of the waiting room.
How are you doing today, Clay?
Great! While practicing with Milk all this time, I've been slowly preparing both my body and mind!
I'm sure I'll be fine!
With a look of serious determination, Clay does some simple cheerleading moves.
You seem full of energy.
Glad you noticed, hehe. Well, we should get out there!
Clay and I head out of the waiting room.
I head toward the seats, while Clay makes her way toward the stage.
Phew...
...
I put on a brave face in front of Coach,
but I'm still nervous... and scared.
Can I handle this alone, without Bay?
... Ah, looks like it's about to start.
Let's go!
*Ding!*
Whoooooooo!
I've gotta... get started too.
With some trepidation, Clay stretches out her hands and begins her routine.
Go... Go! Victory!
Despite being in the middle of her routine, Clay's focus is entirely fixated on the ring in front of her.
Milk and Marin are keeping their distance, taking a moment to size each other up.
I heard you're going to take today's fight seriously.
*Swish*
Instead of a response, Marin throws a straight right, which Milk manages to deftly evade.
*Pow*
As she dodges, Milk leans forward and counterattacks, but Marin reaches out her hand to block.
...!
What? Surprised that I'm putting up a fight instead of going down like usual?
Hmm...
I've got news for you: today is the day I win.
*Thwack*
Milk lands a low kick to Marin's stomach,
but far from having a big impact, it only causes her to stagger backwards slightly.
Damn, this size gap is no joke.
I don't intend on losing today either.
Time to finish this.
*Swoosh swoosh swoosh*
Milk is so busy dodging Marin's relentless assault that she is unable to properly land her own attacks.
Dang, this lady is a beast!
As Milk starts to be pushed back, Clay unknowingly stops cheerleading.
She's much better than what we saw in the video...!
Not only does she have a size advantage, but her attacks are incredibly forceful. If even one of those hits land...
*Whoosh* *Thwack*
!
!!
Marin lands a kick on Milk's shin.
*Bam*
Milk stumbles forward.
M-Milk!
Milk quickly curls up into a protective ball, and Marin climbs onto her back.
*Pow pow*
She begins to mercilessly rain blows upon Milk.
Yeaaaaahhhh!
Whoooooooo!
The arena is filled with the raucous cheers and screams of the audience.
*Thud*
Clay falls to her knees, devastated.
It's... all over.
I... I can't do it. Not again...
I tried my best to help,
but my best wasn't good enough.
Without Bay by my side, I'm no help to anyone.
*Sob*
Clay closes her eyes.
One day, Clay was fighting in the arena as usual.
So we have to lose the next match? Send out Ruby then.
We were planning on scrapping her after tonight anyway.
Did you say you're going to scrap her?
Are you crazy? Do you realize how much that procedure costs?
I don't want to waste another credit on this hunk of junk.
Just toss her. She's not even worth disassembling for spare parts.
If you just leave her be, she'll probably end up in some Outer Rim dump, anyway.
Oh, you didn't forget to remove her identification chip, did you? Has she been deregistered?
Of course. This isn't my first rodeo.
I'm just being thorough. If we get caught, we'll be in serious trouble.
Okay, fine. I'll check one more time and toss her to the curb.
...
That was the last time Clay went up into the ring. It was also when she was on the verge of giving up entirely.
Don't...!
Don't give...!
Don't give up, Ruby!
Ruby, don't give up!
Clay opens her eyes and looks up.
She spots a familiar face standing by the ring.
You can do this!
3!
Don't give up without even trying!
2!
I said get up!
1!
*Swish*
Clay manages to stagger to her feet before the countdown finishes.
Huh? What's that chick's deal?
C'mon, the match is over! You're just a cheerleader, so act like one and stop butting in!
Flustered by the jeers from the crowd, Bay moves away from the ring.
After moving a fair distance away,
she looks straight at Clay and begins an elaborate cheerleading routine.
Oh, that's right. It just occurred to me that
That was the first time anyone had ever cheered me on.
Even as the crowd was hurling abuses at her, Bay continued to cheer for me.
Despite her fear of being the center of attention, she never faltered.
She stuck it out and supported me with everything she had.
So, on that day, I made a promise to myself
that I would never give up.
No matter how far I bent, I would never break.
I decided to join Rewind and become someone who can instill hope in others, like what Bay had done for me.
How could I have forgotten that oath I made to myself? I'm such a fool.
After opening her eyes again,
Clay sees Milk lying face down in the ring.
No... not Milk. Her past self.
Ruby!
Clay dashes towards the ring at full speed.
14. True Victory: B
161 lines?!
I see Clay scrambling down from the stage and rushing towards the ring.
No, don't...!
Clay swiftly climbs up the outside of the ring.
*Sway*
She holds onto the ropes surrounding the ring, looking ready to jump in at any moment.
Don't give up!
You can't, Ruby!
This can't be how it ends!
Now after how hard you trained.
You can do this...
You have to do this...
You have to show everyone they're wrong!
Clay pours her heart out to Milk, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Her voice trembles,
and her face is soaked with tears.
I know it's tough.
I know that giving up might seem like the easiest choice.
But...
that won't solve anything!
So please!
3!
It's not over yet, Ruby!
2!
I know you can get up!
1!
So don't give up!
*Swish*
Milk staggers to her feet before the countdown ends.
Whoooooooo!
Phew...
Ruby!
!
...!
Despite her braggadocious words, Milk looks utterly exhausted.
Hey, you! You can't go up there!
Get down right now!
Oh, s-sorry!
Clay looks bewildered as if she's just snapped out of her reverie.
I quickly approach her and offer my hand.
C-Coach!
Grab onto my hand.
Thank you!
As soon as Clay comes down, tension fills the ring once more.
I thought you were done for.
*Huff, huff...* All your punches do is tickle. You'll have to do better than that.
That's it. Playtime's over.
*Swish swish*
Go Marin!
Come on, Ruby! You can win!
*Swish swish swish*
Marin continues to unleash a barrage of haymakers, all of which Milk dodges by the skin of her teeth.
It's just like before.
Milk looks like she's running out of gas.
Marin ought to be getting pretty tired as well.
As Clay said, Marin does seem to be getting tired, and her attacks are gradually decreasing in number.
If Milk can hold on just a bit longer, she absolutely has a chance.
*Whoosh*
Marin's punch narrowly misses Milk's face.
Whoa!
Hrrrngh!
Marin, apparently thinking she had created an opening, immediately throws a straight punch in the opposite direction.
Eat this!
?!
Milk manages to dodge the punch by a hair, and at the same time, spins her body to the side.
Marin's body twitches as if trying to react in time, but...
I think you went a bit overboard with that punch, didn't you?
If you're too slow to react, I guess I've got no choice but to hit you.
*Pow*
Milk's backspin blow hits Marin in the head, hard.
Argh!
Marin staggers from the sudden blow.
It's over for you.
*Whaack*
Milk delivers a decisive blow to Marin's face,
and she slumps limply to the ground.
*Thud*
3, 2, 1!
*Ding ding ding*
I can't believe my eyes, folks!
Ruby is the victor!
Whoooooooo!
She won!
Clay squeezes me tightly,
then rushes up the ring and does the same to Milk.
Whoa, what are you doing?
Let me go! I can't breathe!
I said let go!
Congratulations, Milk.
You were really amazing.
Before Milk has time to continue her thought, she collapses into Clay's arms.
Milk!
Hmm...
It's okay, Coach.
She expended too much energy and fainted, that's all.
Having said that, we should probably get out of here.
I don't think it's a good idea to stick around for too long.
Why?
You're right.
Let's go.
Okay!
We follow the path back to the Outpost.
Once Milk regains consciousness, we spend the entire night basking in her victory.
A few days later...
*Zing*
Isn't it a wonderful morning, Coach?
What brings you two here?
You took such good care of Clay while I was away,
so I wanted to come thank you in person.
Thank you, Coach.
I'm really grateful too.
If I didn't have you supporting me, I...
I might have really given up.
Thank you for staying with me to the end. I can only imagine how trying it must have been.
Thanks to you, now I know
what I'm capable of, and where I should be.
I'm glad.
Hehe.
Oh, and I also found out what happened to the Under Arena afterwards.
After we fouled up their plans,
they're apparently putting a hold on their entire operation for a while.
I can see how that might upset Milk,
considering she only just became the champion.
Far from it. I think she'll be happy to hear that.
She won fair and square and on top of that, she got her revenge.
Hehe. Anyway, I'm glad that everything worked out.
Is Rewind doing okay?
Yeah.
We're better than okay.
Both in terms of teamwork and skill.
As we've been performing and showing the people what we can do,
all the negative comments and rumors have slowly disappeared.
Most of our fans are considering this a brief hiatus that we took for personal growth, and they're even happy about it.
It's all thanks to Clay.
Stop, you're making me blush!
Together, we'll make Rewind bigger and better going forward.
By the way, Coach.
Are you available this weekend by any chance?
We have a competition on this weekend.
I thought it would be nice if you could come and watch.
It's okay if you're busy.
Of course, I'll come.
Just let me know the time and place, and I'll be there.
Wow, how lucky are we to have Coach come see us perform!
I'll be sure to put on the best show possible for you.
15. Rewind Again
61 linesClay, we're almost up.
I'm ready!
Perfect.
Umm, Bay.
Yes?
Can I ask you something?
Go ahead.
Of course, I remember.
Can I ask...
why did you do that?
I didn't amount to much, either in terms of skill level or popularity.
I was inspired by your tenacity.
Yes.
From where I stood, you were working the hardest of anyone there.
You had the most to lose.
It would have been a real shame to see someone like you be defeated,
so that's why I cheered you on.
I see...
Bay, to be honest, while you were gone...
there was a moment where I thought me quitting Rewind would be for the best.
Why?
Well, you're the real face of Rewind,
and I don't have the same skills as you, so I felt all I was doing was dragging the team down.
Without you around, I felt like I was nothing.
But, just when I was about to throw in the towel,
I remembered that time when you cheered me on.
That was the moment when I decided I wanted to join Rewind. No, when I knew I would join!
Only by remembering that was I able to gather my resolve.
If it weren't for what you did that day, I would have been left by the wayside,
searching aimlessly for meaning, for a reason to live...
Looking back, I really was reckless then.
I was consumed with the desire to join Rewind.
Even though I was all battered and bruised, I went straight in to see Mr. Mustang.
And luckily, he helped me when no one else would.
I have you and him to thank for why I'm able to be a part of Rewind.
Anyway... Um.
I wanted to thank you for doing that
and for giving me the strength to change.
Clay.
Yes?
You're the one who pushed through.
You're the one who decided to change.
I should have said this a long time ago,
but I want to thank you for joining Rewind,
and for cheerleading with me.
You're an essential part of this team.
Don't ever forget that.
Hehe, it's been a while since we performed as a full team.
You're right, so let's give it all we've got.
Let's go!
Clay, More!: End



