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"Wait... have I gotten shorter?"

Margaret and Maria weren't tall enough to need to look up at Tomat, but after Tomat got closer, they suddenly realized that they seemed much shorter than before.

"Then take a look at your stomach."

Thomas continued to remind her.

The fusion warriors also looked down.

The Metamorans wear open-chested jackets.

In other words, the waist and abdomen are exposed. The fusion warrior's personality made her not care about this. Moreover, even if you think about it carefully, the two of them originally had good enough figures, and the fusion would not be much different. Even if there is some exposure, it is actually a feast for the eyes for others.

But the moment she lowered her head, she froze, as if petrified.

Because she can no longer see the cleavage that should be there, nor the defined abs that are firm yet elastic.

Some are not the rounded, raised peaks of twin ridges.

This bulky figure doesn't belong to either of the sisters!

"You fatso, you don't look like you've successfully fused at all!"

Upon their first fusion, he was called Fatty!

If the fusion dance goes wrong, the person won't become fat or thin, but will remain in their original state, like the second fusion performed in Dragon Ball GT to fight Omega Shenron.

[Main Text] Terra Battle: Chapter Fourteen Seeing how concerned you are about fusion makes me want to laugh.

"There's a very strong aura coming from inside, familiar... yet I can't quite place it. Mr. Thomas! What's happening inside? Who's in there?"

The training platform was crowded in front of the door, including many people who had come from other areas specifically because they sensed the presence.

Curiosity, wariness, and a fighting spirit—whatever their reasons, they were all firmly blocked at the entrance by Tomat.

"Inside? Nothing must have happened inside." Tomat deliberately put one leg on the door frame and leaned against the entrance as he spoke, while urging the onlookers to leave, "Alright, alright, you guys go do your thing."

Although they cared a lot, seeing that Tomat had shown such a rare tough attitude, the crowd dispersed reluctantly.

After confirming that everyone around had left, Tomat approached the fused warrior who had not yet dissolved his fusion and said:

"Now you know why I blocked this place, right?"

The latter, who was squatting in the corner with his legs drawn up, nodded. Even with such a small movement, the fat on his body jiggled.

Although people often say that "chubby girls" have their cuteness, it's really hard to be biased and praise their appearance when it's a product of a failed attempt to blend together.

Therefore, even though they are proud and arrogant fusion warriors, if their personalities are still based on the original nature of the two sisters, they are still aware of their current appearance and therefore do not want to be seen by others.

"You don't want to represent the family in this way, right?"

Thomas asked, and went on to explain the matters concerning the integration:

"If successful, your figures should be quite normal, so you still need to continue practicing... It takes thirty minutes to undo the fusion, and time is limited, so there aren't many more chances to try."

While emphasizing the time constraint, the two sisters' fusion warriors stood up, patted their round, chubby faces vigorously, causing ripples in their eyes and invigorating their spirits:

"If we show up in front of the public with this body at the Special Championship, the Nearl family will be finished before they can recover... Please continue to guide us!"

Because there is a cooldown period for the fusion of dance steps, even if they work non-stop for a day, they can only try dozens of times. Under the condition that they can no longer allow for large-scale trial and error as before, taking advantage of the momentum of the initial successful fusion, Tomat continued to make more and more possible corrections to their fusion movements.

"Such a frail warrior exists in this world...!? Failed! Let's try again!"

"Why have you merged into a fat guy again! Adjust your body tilt! Let's try again!"

"...Centaur? No! That's a failure too! Let's try again!"

"Horse-headed people...? What exactly has gotten into the genes of you Kuranta people?"

......

As Thomas continued his grand celebration of humanoid beings, the people on Rhodes Island intermittently sensed an aura emanating from the small cubicle enclosed within the training platform.

However, Thomas successfully stopped their attempts to watch, and no one knew what was going on inside.

The time is approaching the start of the Special Championship.

The two sisters are already planning to make their appearance in a "barely acceptable form," such as a centaur.

After all, if the request to replace the Nearl family's participating players is not submitted soon, it will be inconvenient for even the Doctor to make arrangements.

—The 45th attempt.

"Um!?"

Tomart, who seemed completely distracted, suddenly gasped in surprise.

"What's wrong, Mr. Thomas?"

To alleviate the dull atmosphere of repeated practice, the two sisters had Maria tentatively ask a follow-up question.

Thomas said with feigned seriousness, "Just now, my eyelid suddenly twitched, so this time... there might actually be a chance!"

Seeing Tomat's expression, Maria could only give an awkward, sweaty laugh. After ruling out the failed plan from last time, she began preparations for the next fusion.

"Hope, I guess, but it might be a premonition of something else. After so many failures in a row, we can't have too much hope..."

The two sisters stood on either side again, and with practiced yet heartbreaking movements and without much expectation, they continued their fusion dance.

"melt..."

"combine----"

"ha!!!!!"

However, this time, an unprecedented brilliance and energy erupted.

Two golden beams intertwined, merging with each other in a fluid and swift manner, surpassing any previous surge of powerful energy, yet remaining remarkably stable.

There was no huge storm, nor did it shake the entire platform; all that existed was an overwhelming presence and a dazzling light that was impossible to look directly at.

Her figure gradually came into view.

The clothing of the Metamo aliens was no different from before.

But besides the difference in aura, there is also a perfect appearance that is obviously a successful fusion.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down, rippling like water with auras interspersed with numerous specks of light. Her beautiful, seemingly serious face held a touch of childlike innocence, a quality that Maria possessed.

The gaps in the jacket revealed a dangerously sexy area, yet it didn't appear seductive at all, but rather exuded a carefree and unrestrained spirit, accentuated by the surrounding atmosphere. The defined curves of her waist and abdomen showcased distinct muscle contours, while her skin retained the natural smoothness of a young girl's body...

Perhaps many adjectives could be used to describe her posture.

But there is only one word that cannot be erased from my memory.

That is power.

"Success?"

She opened her hands and grasped them a few times, then closed her eyes and carefully felt them.

Needless to say, her own strength has increased, but now she realizes that even her perception has made a great leap forward.

Physical strength, bodily senses, mental state—everything seemed completely renewed, as if the physical body I once possessed was merely weak flesh and blood that should have been discarded long ago.

The one who made the thought was not Margaret or Maria, but a completely new consciousness born from the fusion of their consciousnesses.

This consciousness has clearly understood just how vastly different this fusion is from the previous one.

"...It seems 'we' have succeeded, and now we have become 'me'."

joy?

It wasn't such an intense emotion; she accepted this strength as a matter of course and thus calmly affirmed herself.

Then she looked at Tomat—who hadn't said a word since.

Could it be that he was speechless because he saw the fusion finally succeed?

But what she saw was Thomas looking up at the ceiling.

"...Strange...I have a feeling that there are some faint presences in a place far away from Terra."

Tomath muttered to himself, then saw her after the successful fusion, and said in a very calm tone:

"Hmm? You finally succeeded this time? Congratulations!"

Clearly, he didn't care much about the success of the integration.

[Main Text] Terra Battle for Supremacy: Chapter Fifteen - The So-Called Shortcut

"Maria—Maria Near Light".

"That's my name."

The two sisters, now fused warriors, gathered their aura into their bodies and then decided on their names in a calm voice.

"Alright, don't think about that for now. Just memorize the previous movements, and then fuse them before the competition starts. I don't need to explain what will happen if you fuse them incorrectly or too early, right?"

Originally, Thomas only took the opportunity of responding to Winter's request to allow the two sisters to repeatedly test the correct fusion movements, so what he really cared about was probably only the final result of the correct movements.

However, after several days of working together, Tomat has been nagging about the hard-won integration between the two sisters, not wanting them to mess things up later.

"Of course I know that, but now, don't you want to try 'that'?"

Maria raised her hand, quickly ending the conversation about "future" matters, and then revealed an expression whose meaning was obvious.

The confident curve of his lips was clearly a challenge to Tomat.

Whether it was due to the fusion warrior's naturally wild personality or simply a desire to understand the extent to which her power could be exerted at this moment, her actions did not surprise Tomat.

"Oh..."

Tomat's attention shifted from the vague aura emanating from the vast depths of space to Maria.

"Do you really want me to destroy the confidence you've worked so hard to build?"

However, Tomat's response was not exactly friendly.

Contemptuous disdain?

Or is it simply stating the facts without any malice?

Regardless of the situation, it's a provocation to a proud fusion warrior.