Nobita's Time Heist

"But doing so further destroyed her understanding of the world. In this situation, negotiation is meaningless; she simply cannot understand what we are saying."

Nobita took a deep breath. "Let's do it!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A strange resonance sounded, and the girl's pupils turned from silver to blue. Just as Nobita gave the order, the Mother of Insects raised her hands and gently pushed from a distance.

“Buzz——!”

An invisible force of telekinesis lifted Gian and Shizuka several meters off the ground before slamming them backward. As they landed, semi-transparent clusters of crystals rose from the ground, binding their bodies and firmly fixing them to the ground! This combo was incredibly smooth, as if it had been rehearsed countless times beforehand, and didn't seem like something done casually.

“You’re a little shorter than I expected.” Specks of light appeared in the Mother of Insects’ palm. She instantly removed two of Nobita’s generals, but held back slightly towards him. Her cold gaze swept over him, and she nodded, saying, “Nice glasses.”

"Want to try doing * with me?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell silent, including Shizuka and Gian, who were struggling with their emotions.

Japan's sexual culture is far from conservative. Nobita and his group are the type who are particularly chaste, but they're all in high school now, so they know what they need to know. Even Gian, whose mind is always filled with hot-blooded battles, was completely stunned by the Mother of Insects' statement. If this were a manga, three bold question marks would definitely appear on his face right now.

"My God, is this really that shocking..." he murmured. "I heard that after mating with a male praying mantis, the female will eat its head. But judging from her appearance alone, she seems more like a human, don't you think, Jing..."

"Crack!"

The sound of a crystal cluster being broken.

Shizuka remained in a semi-reclining position, staring intently in that direction, her pupils somewhat unfocused, perfectly fitting the description of "no light left in her eyes." Her five fingers, clad in the [Super Glove], unconsciously clenched, crushing the crystalline clusters binding her body into powder.

……

"Is it really that stressful to communicate with someone who's mentally unstable?" Nobita thought he had misheard and stood there stunned for a long time. Seeing that the other person didn't seem to want to change their mind and was even waiting for his answer with a serious expression, as if he could already feel Shizuka's gaze behind him, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. "Sorry, I... I don't quite understand what you mean."

"On this planet, do you use other words to refer to this kind of behavior?" the Mother of Insects asked coldly. "Then I hope you can talk to me about %*, ￥#, or &*#%..."

"Wait a minute, you're getting a bit too risqué!" Da Xiong quickly stopped her. "What I mean is... even though you're confused right now, isn't this a bit illogical? We've only just met, less than ten minutes!"

"The 'spiritual tide' within you is extremely turbulent. This sensitivity to the spirit can enable our descendants to become excellent magic swordsmen."

A detached and indifferent tone always makes even the most subversive content sound reasonable.

“I once traveled far and wide in the dream universe and witnessed firsthand the power of the Silver Swordsman. The surge of spiritual energy emanating from him was almost uncontrollable, much like yours. There is no doubt that our genes, when combined, will produce an exceptionally outstanding offspring.”

She even reached out her hand to Nobita from afar, and upon closer inspection, it was still as white and soft as silk.

"If you'd like, you can do it the way you prefer, that's perfectly fine too."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

However, Nobita's attention was completely elsewhere when faced with this somewhat suggestive invitation. Rather, he couldn't ignore what the Mother of Insects had casually mentioned earlier.

"Narniadis, is that your name?" Nobita's pupils trembled slightly from shock. "You just said, the Silver Swordsman..."

"Boom!!!"

A bolt of lightning shot out from the forest of giant broccoli-shaped trees, interrupting their conversation and heading straight for the head of the Mother Insect!

Her reaction was also calm; she neither dodged nor avoided, but simply opened her right palm, which was being offered to Nobita, and gave it a very authoritative glance forward.

"boom------!!"

The lightning's path was thus deflected, striking in another direction and carving a charred mark into a rock along its path.

"Is this for real?" Hylia was so shocked by the way she deflected the lightning element that she couldn't close her mouth. "How did she..."

During their eye contact, the Mother of Insects' expression turned icy cold once again.

She withdrew her right hand, and a transparent carapace began to cover her body, like a suit of sturdy armor.

Chapter 132: People Who Depend on External Objects

Before she could make her next move, the treant warriors, who had been poised to strike, charged forward, leaping onto the platform, grabbing one of her legs, and yanking her down from mid-air. These beings, born as weapons, knew nothing of tenderness; they wielded weapons made of guaiac wood and dendrobium, slashing viciously at their enemy.

The opponent was only one person, yet it felt as if he were being brutally beaten by an entire army. The resounding thuds shook the earth, each strike incredibly heavy. One can imagine that if a human were to suffer this beating, they would likely have been "smashed to a pulp."

However, perhaps the so-called spiritual tide really did exist, and Nobita's instincts already clearly indicated that doing so wouldn't kill her. Or rather, for someone proficient in magic, no physical means would be able to kill her.

She just...

They chose to lie there voluntarily and let them beat them for some purpose.

……

"The body of the white hardwood... I see. It's very sturdy, and its ability to withstand magic is also very strong. Add a little bit of phoenix tail or dragon bone, and it can be made into a rather good staff." Squeezed in the center, watching clubs and hammers rain down on her, the Mother of Insects remained unmoved, still analyzing the composition of the creature before her. It seemed that for her, this was the only subject that could evoke even a little interest in her long life.

“I’ve seen some of them in the Riddle Forest of the Demon Realm. The tree-people there are cunning and terrifying… clearly different from you. You don’t have free will, or perhaps you do, but it’s very weak. You are controlled by a much stronger will…”

Her gaze pierced through all obstacles, looking in the direction of Yggdrasil.

“Strong, loyal, reliable, and diverse. It’s remarkable that you have created such a species in just a few days.”

"Thump—!!"

The hammer that was swung down was blocked by a light barrier that looked as thin as paper. The huge recoil returned along the same path, causing the burly treeman soldier to stagger.

"maybe……"

Her right hand easily pierced the tree man's chest, and with a sudden tug, she tore the incredibly hard block of wood apart!

"You really do have the talent to be a druid."

With a gentle wave of her left hand, the fire spirit bound in the magic circle froze, and the flames that made up its body drifted over uncontrollably.

Aggression, like fire, should be an element full of offense, yet now she easily manipulates it in the palm of her hand, like a harmless little flower. With a slight flick of her wrist, the flames condense into a greatsword. Holding the sword in her left hand, she faces the treant warriors surrounding her, waving a fan as gracefully as if she were on a hot summer day.

"boom---!!!!"

The fiery light spread out in a semi-circle, cleaving the treant warriors in two with a single strike. Even the hardest wood was useless in the flames; as they turned to charcoal and burned in the inferno, they seemed to awaken unprecedented intelligence, struggling in agony and emitting muffled groans and screams.

The girl's eyes reflected the raging fire, yet remained icy cold.

"And the best way to deal with druids..."

"Nothing is better than burning them all."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Smack—!!!"

A powerful slap, amplified by the [Super Glove], unleashed hundreds of times its original force, creating a brief cavity with sheer wind pressure to extinguish the flames completely. Nobita, as if by telepathy, retrieved his [Weather Box], inserted a rain card, and summoned a torrential downpour once more to prevent her from attacking the trees' weak electrical resistance. It would be such a waste to have all those trees he'd painstakingly planted burned to the ground.

The sound of pouring rain instantly replaced everything else, and everyone on the battlefield was indiscriminately drenched. The most unfortunate one was the Fire Spirit—bound within the magic circle, his power was already weak, and now, washed away by the heavy rain, only a pitiful little flame remained, still flickering defiantly.

"Oh? I still don't understand. That day, I clearly sent out the latest Zerg assassins, so why did it suddenly start raining heavily?"

The Mother of Insects coldly watched Nobita and the others fiddling with the props, and said in a deep voice, "Indeed, some ancient tribal shamans possess the ability to summon wind and rain."

"pity."

Her hand flipped over again, and with a crisp sound like a mechanical clock starting up, the falling raindrops froze, transforming into ice crystals in mid-air, turning into gleaming weapons aimed at the crowd below.

"Ultimately, it's just something that can't be brought to the table, a side path..."

……

A pink wooden door slowly opened behind him.

Perhaps sensing the fluctuations in space, the Mother of Insects instinctively turned around, only to be met with a gust of wind strong enough to whip her long hair around. A relentless slap, delivered from top to bottom, struck her crystal-covered cheek, silencing her unfinished lines in the pouring rain.

"Thump—!!!"

Like a comet crashing to the ground, the palm strike, amplified by the props, slammed her deep into the earth like a nail, only to bounce back up.

If we have to count, this isn't the first time Shizuka has used violence against someone. It's easy to see that a girl who spends all her time playing with boys isn't exactly a quiet, well-behaved girl. Deep down, she actually longs to participate in boys' sports—soccer, baseball, tree climbing… preferably something more competitive—which is the complete opposite of Nobita's behavior.

At this moment, she had no psychological barriers to slapping him. Instead, she spread her five fingers, grabbed her opponent's head, and slammed him hard onto the ground!

"Thump—!!"

The back of his head hit the ground, and the hard ground immediately cracked.

The crystalline layer covering the Mother of Insects' face, which served as a helmet, was also cracked by this immense force.

"Hurry, Nobita! I'm grabbing her... Ah!"

Her joy lasted less than five seconds before the Mother of Insects' pupils once again emitted streams of light, lifting Shizuka's body into the air. The power of the [Super Glove] was indeed terrifying; however, once it couldn't touch its opponent's body, it lost all its threat. The Mother of Insects touched her cheek, and a few crystalline fragments appeared in her palm. Her expression seemed to change slightly for a moment, whether from shock or disdain was unclear.

With a gentle flick of his finger, an invisible force of thought peeled the glove off Shizuka's hand, and it hovered in front of her, quietly rotating.

"The complexity of this glove's structure is beyond my comprehension. It must be a power amplifier that can amplify ordinary power to hundreds or thousands of times. Even with the most advanced magical technology, it cannot be replicated."

"Snapped!"

She snapped her fingers, and the Super Glove spontaneously combusted, turning into a wisp of ash in the flames.

Shizuka tried to take something else out of her pocket, but the Mother of Insects seemed to have anticipated her movements, using her telekinesis to bind her limbs and force her into a spread-eagle position. Forget reaching for her pocket; even moving her body became incredibly difficult. She practically gritted her teeth, but couldn't break free of the telekinetic restraints and finally had to give up.

"This is the consequence of relying on external aids in combat; once those 'tools' are removed from your body..."

"Then you are nothing at all."

The five fingers that reached out towards her suddenly opened!

A powerful repulsive force struck Shizuka, causing her to lose weight instantly, as if she were in space. With just a slight movement, she flew towards the sky.

Chapter 133: "Mere" Friends

"Shizuka——!"

Gian's pupils dilated, he roared, and instinctively reached for his bamboo copter in his pocket. But all of this seemed to Nobita to be playing in slow motion.

He clearly saw how anxious Gian's expression was, how his hand slowly reached into his pocket to pull out the most frequently used and most skillfully executed gadget. This feeling was strange; Nobita vaguely remembered Suneo showing off his film and video cameras, mentioning something about zoom—it was similar to his current situation. The whole world slowed down in his eyes, his mind focused to an unprecedented degree, as if he could see the movement of the wind.

According to Arthur, he also enters this state when he is fully focused on shooting. Time passes exceptionally slowly, which, in turn, is due to his dynamic vision being activated, causing his thinking speed to increase. Javier calls this state of Arthur "El ojo de la muerte," meaning "the glasses of death," and once activated, he can even shoot off the wings of a fly with a single shot.

"【Item Retrieval Handbag】—!!"

After thinking it over, Nobita didn't choose to chase after Shizuka with the bamboo copter. In this situation, his mind worked very quickly: the ultimate goal was to get Shizuka to land safely. Rather than chasing after Shizuka and playing that risky aerial relay, he should find a way to get Shizuka to come to him on her own. In this situation, a gadget that could retrieve objects from a distance naturally became the first choice.

He reached into the handbag with his right hand, grabbed Shizuka by the back of her collar, and pulled her up sharply!

"Ahhhhhh!!...Ahhh..."

For Shizuka, it was probably during the rapid ascent that someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her collar, and then everything went black, as if she had been transported into a somewhat distorted space. When she opened her eyes again, she was already on solid ground. The feeling of weightlessness made her legs tremble uncontrollably, and even after returning to the ground, her leg muscles were still shaking. She had to lean on Nobita's shoulder for a while because her blood pressure had soared so high, her eyes were seeing stars, she was still in shock, and she was panting heavily.

"Shizuka, are you alright?" Nobita was quite frightened by her appearance and quickly pulled out his medical kit. "Quickly, give me an emergency injection..."

"..." Shizuka was clearly still not recovered, but she placed her hand on the medical kit and slowly shook her head, "No...no need...I just need to rest a little longer..."

She composed herself, and even though she was still shaken, she still joked to herself, "What should I do, Nobita? I think I've developed acrophobia."

"If I go to an amusement park in the future, I probably won't be able to ride the roller coaster."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the other side, having witnessed Nobita safely rescue Shizuka, Gian breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze towards the Mother of Insects then burned with even more fury. Gritting his teeth, he simply shook off the army of tree spirits behind him, roared, and charged forward alone towards her.

"Thump—!!"

The air cannon, unlike usual, fired downwards, the compressed air projectile slamming into the ground. The resulting recoil propelled Fat Tiger into the air. Using weapons as a tool for double jumps is not uncommon in various games and anime, but few can pull it off successfully on their first try without prior experience.

Using the recoil from the air cannons blasting the ground with both hands, his body flipped once in the air, drawing an elegant parabola. Realizing that the landing point might be off, Fat Tiger twisted his waist in mid-air and deliberately descended, his two muscular thighs spreading to the sides. Combined with his glaring face, it gave off a rather chilling feeling.

How should I describe this scene... Beauty and the Beast? That doesn't quite seem right.

However, rather than saying that Gian used his lower body to perform some kind of "chokehold," it's more like a carnivore like a cheetah using its strong and developed jaws to precisely bite its opponent's neck.

"Crack!"

Bring your legs together.

A burly man weighing nearly 90 kilograms used a scissor kick to tightly grip the girl's slender, delicate, and unarmored neck. He essentially "sat" on her shoulders using his powerful core muscles. The sheer difficulty of his move astonished everyone present.

In serious combat sports, such movements are absolutely not allowed because the muscles on both sides of the neck are very limited and difficult to train.

If Gian were to use this attack on an ordinary person, regardless of their physique—even if they were as strong as an ox—the weight of 90 kilograms would be enough to shatter their neck. Once the person takes this hit and collapses, Gian would simply sit on their chest. This would almost certainly result in permanent disability, or even instant death; it's a truly forbidden technique.

However, when this "Meteorite Fall" struck the Mother of Insects, it only caused her feet to sink a few inches into the ground. Her expression remained calm, as if what was pressing on her shoulders was nothing to be wary of, merely a speck of dust.

Light gathered in her palm, and she made a "finger bend" motion to flick the speck of dust off.

"drink----!!!"

As if anticipating her movements, Fat Tiger's forehead veins bulged, his teeth clenched, and he used his abdominal muscles to twist his lower body around her neck, forcefully throwing her to the ground. Almost the instant she fell, he swiftly flipped to his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he stepped on the Mother of Insects' wrist, pinning her right hand and preventing her from using her Nen attack.