And I swear, I have yet to see a yukkuri cuter than bodied Remiryas.
Even if the meat bun is exhausted, so that it understands the weight of its action I initiate a counterattack.
The meat bun, upon whose face was an expression of despair at the realization that its last-ditch resistance did nothing of note, was inevitably able to sense its situation with the success of the latest abuse.