(EXTRA EVENT: Yew've gotten stroong-ah.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNFjFFJnsxAErskuu Commune was like any commune in Shengesia. Identical. In Shengesia, the World Kingdom catered to the needs of the people by organizing their living spaces under a strict design. Communes comprised many neighborhoods and social sectors, working spaces and businesses, and in turn many communes made up a Township. The Townships were, in all honesty, cities, simply spaced out more sparsely than those found in Woldoria and Yongesia's Wards. The buildings were alike but built to a sturdy standard. People were free to decorate their homes and businesses as they saw fit.
The streets of Erskuu were quiet and tidy. Red lamps were a common and favored sight. Unlike in Woldoria, there were few if any vehicles, people primarily transported themselves on motor scooters and mopeds or by foot. The Wei patrolled the streets, resolving all issues and watching for potential offenses.
Seannsa yawned and stretched as she walked the streets.
"Great dow. Yew made short werk offim'." She commented, looking over at Catastrovania.
By now, her wounds were all healed and her uniform repaired. She smirked. "And you thought I couldn't... pfft."
In the sack she held, Koimaru's head had fallen silent. But he was still listening, always listening and simmering with disappointment.
"Aye. I admit, yew r'lly surprised me. I tink ya' took us all offa' guard."
"Then I suppose your "maybe" has changed?"
Her "maybe"? Ah. Of course. The train conversation. Seannsa shrugged. "Well, if ye' keep winnin' since thas' yer source o' strength... maybe eventually yew can becoom my equal."
"Your equal?!"
"I 'spose after everythin', I'd be best to admit it... Sides, these wankers alr'ddy called me out firs' wit' their antics. When it cooms to the gods of this worl', I ain't actually tha' strong."
"...eh?"
"It's true. Gods like Nickleim, or tha' Morwenna are stroong-ah than me. Muna, Esky'... Shennu, Noramus... even tha' Jenk and Ludwyhn culd' beat me easily. It's jus' me powers tha' make me so strong. Wittout' 'em, even yew manhandled me, ye' numpty."
Admitting something like that was truly difficult for a vain cat. She was more domesticated now than ever. Seannsa scratched her cheek and sighed, exhaling through her lips.
"So, my "maybe" has changed. Keep at it loik' this and yew'll be my equal in no time. Yew've done good, bonny! Real good!" Seannsa smiled. She then walked past Catastrovania, catching up to Spray Guy so he didn't wander too far ahead on his own.
Catastrovania looked to the ground below. Seannsa praising her instead of ridiculing her... and it wasn't like her simply doing it for the sake of an alliance like she did when they first ventured out. It was genuine praise. It was something that Seannsa gave to very select few of her cats. Catastrovania blushed and smirked.
"Hmph!"
