Yumi la rebelle, en mode sniper, concentrée comme si le monde dépendait de sa balle. Moi, je la regarde, un peu fascinée, un peu morte de rire. Elle dégage un calme dangereux, genre beauté qui peut te viser sans trembler. Sérieux, même son souffle, on dirait un compte à rebours. Et moi, au milieu de tout ça, j’me dis juste : heureusement qu’elle est de mon côté 😁💖
Yumi: My dear friends, I've arranged everything! A two-day commando course: obstacle crossing, precision shooting, survival in hostile environments! We need to be at our best!
Alexandra onee-chan: [Sipping her tea elegantly] Yumi, my dear, you are adorable. But I'm 35. To sow chaos, I don't need any commando course; I'm self-sufficient. A simple change of internet provider is enough.
Pixel imouto-chan: Exactly! Besides, I'm already in a critical theatre of operations, you know.
Yumi: Oh really? Where, Pixel? An online game?
Pixel imouto-chan: Much better! The house! I lead the anti-feline defense unit. Every morning, the cat commando attempts to assault the fridge. I have to negotiate peace by bribing them with milk. It's high strategy, Yumi!
Alexandra onee-chan: And for me, managing the contributors of my magazine “The Magic World Gazette” is already a genuine battle. Between the one who forgets the grandfather paradox and the one who insists that dinosaurs wear hats...
Yumi isn’t just a soldier—she’s a precision tactician, a cinematic operative who blends style with lethality. She could be the one who infiltrates the archive, retrieves the manuscript, and vanishes before the alarms sound. Bracelets on both wrists are perhaps tokens from past missions.