"Woohoo! Hahaha! Matt, charge! Left side, left side!"
Skirk, in her maiden form, sat excitedly on Matt's broad, platform-like shoulder, her two small legs dangling. She held an exaggerated water gun, spraying wildly at the front, letting out bell-like laughter.
Matt, the seven-meter-tall Electro Lawachurl, seemed to have become the most reliable mount and mobile fortress at that moment.
One hand carefully protected the "Little Master" on his shoulder, preventing her from falling, while the other held a giant water gun comparable to a fire hose, clumsily spraying water columns toward the opposition.
Although his water gun's power was astonishing, his massive size also made him the most obvious target. He was already soaked, with water droplets constantly dripping from his thick fur.
Furina and Focalors, the "Fu Fu" combination, giggled as they hid behind Matt, this "human barrier," occasionally poking their heads out to sneak attack with water guns, having immense fun as if all burdens had been lifted.
"How exhilarating! Hahaha! Witness the might of this Lord's Gatling Water Gun!"
Elliot laughed arrogantly, holding a multi-barreled rotary water gun. The curtain of water he sprayed nearly formed a wall, providing extremely strong suppressive fire.
Zane and Jesse, hiding behind a "shield" temporarily made of a roadside billboard, could barely open their eyes due to the water pressure, their faces dark with annoyance.
"That idiot... Once he runs out of ammo, I swear I'll shove that water gun down his throat!"
Zane gritted his teeth and wiped the water from his face.
Jesse nodded silently, already planning how to elegantly execute this scheme.
Lumine and Paimon, who were on the same team as Elliot, smiled helplessly while coordinating their shots.
Paimon flew in the air, squirting people with her small water gun, shouting, "See Paimon's awesome power!... Oh dear!"
As a result, she was targeted by concentrated fire and nearly became a soaked Paimon.
Just then—
"Click... hiss..."
Elliot's arrogant Gatling Water Gun suddenly stopped rotating, only sputtering out a few weak streams of water.
"Huh?"
Elliot paused in confusion and lowered his head to check the ammo compartment (a giant plastic water bottle).
"Holy crap! I'm out of ammo!"
This news spread across the "battlefield" like the sound of nature's music!
"Opportunity! Focus fire on Elliot!"
"Die, Elliot!"
"Let him taste what it's like to be soaked through!"
The crowd, who had just been suppressed, instantly turned their guns, and countless water columns shot towards Elliot like arrows of vengeance!
"Waaah! You guys have no martial ethics!"
Elliot scrambled away, clutching his head, but was instantly turned into a complete drowned rat by the dense water columns. His hair plastered tightly to his scalp, looking utterly miserable.
"Elliot!! Die!!!"
Zane, eyes bloodshot with rage, kicked away the billboard shield in front of him. Under Jesse's stunned gaze, he actually pulled out a shoulder-fired Water Balloon RPG Launcher from behind him! The barrel was crammed full of water-filled, colored balloons!
"Holy crap! Zane, you're serious!"
Elliot was scared out of his wits and took off running.
But it was too late!
"Whoosh—bang!"
"Whoosh whoosh—bang bang bang!"
Several huge water balloons accurately struck Elliot's back and butt, exploding into a shower of water.
Elliot stumbled and fell to the ground, completely losing the capacity to fight, and could only lie there playing dead.
Having lost their main firepower, Lumine and Paimon were quickly "besieged" by the crowd, also ending up completely soaked.
The entire scene was chaotic yet joyful, with water splashing everywhere and laughter ringing out, as if they were engaged in the most disorderly and undignified water fight in the history of Fontaine.
Not far away, Neuvillette, who was on vacation, sat elegantly under a parasol, holding a glass of water. He watched the chaotic spectacle, shaking his head helplessly, yet unable to stop the slight upward curl of his lips.
Hmm, temporarily handing over work to the Wolf King was truly a wise decision.
This crazy water gun battle lasted until sunset, when everyone finally stopped, exhausted. They wrung out their soaked clothes, but every face bore a look of pure, unrestrained enjoyment.
Skirk jumped down from Matt's shoulder. Although she had turned into a young girl, she seemed to retain some mature consciousness. She smiled and waved at everyone, then ran toward Tartaglia, who was waiting nearby.
She was currently being looked after by this disciple, and Tartaglia seemed to enjoy it, wearing a smile like that of an old father (?). The next morning.
In the guest room arranged by the House of the Hearth, Skirk rubbed her slightly throbbing temples and woke up from sleep.
She looked at her limbs, condensed from Abyssal Energy, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.
The chaotic and happy memories from yesterday surged back like a tide—the water fight while sitting on the giant's shoulder, sneak attacks from behind others, and the hilarious sight of that guy named Elliot being blasted away by the Water Balloon RPG...
"Was it... a dream?"
She murmured softly to herself, her tone carrying a hint of disappointment that she hadn't even noticed.
"Yo! Master! You're awake!"
Tartaglia pushed the door open then, holding a breakfast that looked quite hearty, his face beaming with a bright (and slightly goofy) smile.
Skirk stared at him for a few seconds, then gently nodded, an almost imperceptible curve of a smile lifting the corner of her mouth.
It seemed those ridiculous yet warm events weren't a dream after all.
Although it was a bit embarrassing... the feeling... wasn't bad?
It's just that her butt still seemed to ache faintly. Was it from falling yesterday?