Capítulo 684: Festival
Reima and Ciri were getting it on during the night, both butt naked and giving into every carnal desire they'd been unable to release while separated.
Reima lifts her up and holds her while continuing, both moaning in pleasure... Suddenly, he receives the worrying sensation of Nerissa's necklace being filled with magic, he immediately stops. "Nerissa's in trouble!" he exclaims, pulling on some underwear and shorts before beginning to open a portal to Nerissa's position.
Ciri behind him scrambles to get dressed, only managing to put on a black vest and some leather trousers that cling to her sweaty skin. She then dashes over to the side of the bed and picks up Seath and Reima's two other swords.
The Reima tears open the portal, revealing a bustling area with many people in what looks like a festival. Ciri runs inside with sword drawn as Reima follows her, both looking disheveled.
Their entrance causes a commotion, the crowd making way for the duo as they look around for Nerissa...
Nerissa "Rei? Master?" she asks, a confused expression on her face as she stands between Moka, Mizore, and Yukari, along with the latter two's parents.
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Reima "Are you okay Rissa!?! You used the necklace!" he quickly says, preparing for a fight.
Yukari "Your family are perverts..." she mutters, blushing at their physical state.
Mizore sniffs the air and nods, "Something smells."
Reima fights to contain his blush and notices that Ciri is having trouble.
Ciri "What're they saying?"
Reima swaps back to English, "They think we are perverts." he mutters, passing her a necklace that'll allow her to speak in Japanese.
Ciri puts it on, "Is everything all right?" she asks, approaching Nerissa and grabbing her shoulders.
Nerissa nods, and gestures at the festival happening around them, "Family."
Mizore's mother steps forward with her hand extended, she looks like an older clone of Mizore, lollipop and all. "I am Tsurara Shirayuki, you must be Nerissa's father... It's a pleasure to meet you." she says seductively, her eyes trailing up and down his muscular, scarred body, all the while ignoring Ciri.
Ciri "Hey, hands off the good." she says glaring at the woman.
Reima scratches the back of his head, "Rissa is my little sister... So..." he corrects her.
Yukari's parents step forward and bow, Yukari introducing them, "These are my parents, Tamanori Sendo and Fujiko Sendo... They are both mute, but I think they are pleased to meet you both." she says with a smile.
Reima raises a brow, "Mute?"
Yukari nods somberly, "A spell gone wrong..."
Nerissa points at them, "Clothes."
Reima and CIri give a mock laugh in embarrassment, the former raising the floor around them and lowering a few moments later. Both now dressed in casual clothes with their weapons now sitting on their backs.
Nerissa gestures towards the ground, "Friends, Moka, Yukari, Mizore."
Ciri smiles at them, "It's good to meet you all... You've been taking care of Nerissa I hope?"
Yukari slowly shakes her head, "It's her that's been keeping us safe... She's saved all of us more than once already.
Moka "Its good to see you again Reima-san." she chirps.
Reima nods, "You too Moka, did your parents not come?" he asks, glancing around.
Moka looks down sadly and shakes her head, "No... My mother is, has passed away. And my father is too busy with his work to visit something like this." she mutters.
Reima "Oh, I'm sorry for asking... But it's fine right? We'll keep you company."
Yukari nods, "That's right!"
Reima looks to Nerissa, "So you called us for the festival?" Nerissa nods and he continues, "Then, got any idea on what you wanna do first?"
Nerissa points at a stands hosting a gun game, in which you try to shoot bottles from a stand with a rifle.
Reima picks Nerissa up and puts her on his shoulders as he walks over, all the while followed by the rest of the group that smiles at their interaction. "Whaddya you wanna win?" he asks, glancing at the numerous prices hanging from the walls and roof of the stand.
Nerissa points at a huge black rabbit stuffed animal, and the guy manning the stand grins, "For that, you'll need to knock down three bottles with two bullets."
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Reima squints at him, "Huh? Isn't that impossible?"
The guy shakes his head, grabbing the gun and firing two quick shots, the weak air rifle's final bullet bouncing off of one bottle and hitting the other. Though, Reima could feel the manipulation of mana, meaning that this guy cheated.
Nerissa "Me first." she asks, being handed the gun and aiming down from Reima's shoulders.
"Aha, I'd usually say no to getting help, but I'll let it slide for you missy." he says, stepping aside after Nerissa tosses a few Yen at him.
She takes aim and eventually fires, the bullet hitting a bottle head-on but it doesn't even budge... It's clearly weighted and too heavy for the gun.
"You get two more tries miss, then you gotta pay for another go." he says cheerfully.
Nerissa fires again, hitting the top of the bottle which knocks it over, firing another bullet at the other bottle to make it recochet and hit the last one...*Ping!*, The bullets hits both bottles but doesn't move them.
"Last one, missy..."
*Ping!, Ping!, Ping!*
She rapidly fires off three shots, knowing two over but unfortunately leaving the last one standing.
"Ah, you only got two, bad luck!"
Nerissa looks down at Reima, "Rei..." is all she says while sending puppy-dog eyes at him.
Reima "Alright, I'll give it a shot." he says, grabbing the rifle and flicking the man one Sola.
"Oi-Oi-Oi... What is this?" he asks, examining the coin.
Reima "It's gold, I don't have any money on me." he states, making the man shrug.
*Ping!* he shoots one bullet and uses telekinesis on the bullet to have it ricochet off of one bottle to another, then the stand owner before finally hitting the last bottle.
Yukari "Wow!" she exclaims as all three bottles fall.
PENSAMENTOS DOS CRIADORES 
Niggross
Niggross The Sola that Reima gave the guy was probably worth more than the price of the festival :P
As always, if I missed anything please let me know.
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