Jason's Scummy Moves Writing Jason's trashy antics is as fun as crafting Gilgamesh's lines.
Heracles: (Sorry… my friend's behavior is awful. He's a hero, but his personality's a mess. A timid soul, twisted by fate, drunk on power, running wild…) Heracles: (He won't get serious unless pitted against a Hydra or Nemean Lion solo. Please forgive him…) Rikka: "Uh, I get the apology vibe. Want cake?" Medea: "Heracles, come eat apple pie…" Euryale: "You guys have it rough… I'm getting chills."
Heroes, Scum, and Rare Classes
At sea, a mystical ship floats.
Medea: "Pardon, Master." A petite, graceful girl with a staff smiles demurely.
Jason: "Finally, my Medea! Went well, I assume?" A blond, green-eyed youth in white beams.
Medea: "Yes. Hector failed to retrieve the goddess." Jason: "Good, good! He failed… wait, failed?"
His smile twists into an ugly scowl.
Jason: "Medea, what's that? Failure?" Medea: "Hector retreated but will rejoin us soon—"
Slap! Jason strikes Medea with full force.
Medea: "Ah—" Her staff falls, and she collapses on the deck.
Jason: "What's that mean!? Why couldn't he snatch one goddess from those losers!? What was Hector doing!?"
Medea: "A hero blocked him. The oldest Hero-King—"
Crunch. Jason stomps her hand.
Jason: "I didn't ask who! I asked what Hector was doing! The 'oldest Hero-King,' some outdated trash, beat an Argonaut!?"
Medea: "It's fine. We have countless chances. You needn't worry, invincible, greatest hero." She smiles, hand crushed.
Jason: "Yes, exactly! I'm the king, unbeatable! No way I lose to rabble. Hector screwed up, not me. Right, Medea?"
Medea: "Yes! No one rivals Argonaut Captain Jason!" She gazes adoringly at her abuser.
Jason: "Sorry, Medea, did it hurt? My bad, no malice." Medea: "I'm fine, Jason-sama!"
They laugh, eyes not meeting, a twisted bond.
Jason: "Thanks, my Medea! If it gets tough, tell me. I might consider a tiny break!" Medea: "Yes, I'll work hard!"
Empty words and bright smiles. The ship moves.
Jason: "Let's fetch Hector! Useless fools dragging me down… Oldest Hero-King? Any king but me is less than garbage!" (They'll despair soon. We have the greatest hero!) Jason: "Oldest Hero-King? I'll make him grovel, whipped, and teach him his place! I, Jason, am the only king!! Hahahaha!!"
His laughter echoes across Okeanos.
Golden Stag Ship
Crew: "Big Sis! The ship won't hold!" Drake: "Shut it! Thinking! The storm's narrow—some spots give tailwinds…"
Medusa: "Everyone, tie yourselves with my chains. No one gets thrown." Mash: "Senpai, hold me!" Rikka: "Got it!" Euryale: "Kyaa!! Asterios, hold me tight! Let go, and you're done!" Asterios: "Uh, okay…!"
A sudden storm rages; they brace hard.
Euryale: "Kyaa!! Medusa, too tight! My skin'll mark! Loosen it—ow, quick!" Medusa: "Y-Yes!" Euryale: "Too loose! I'll fall! Tighten it, you useless Medusa!" Medusa: "…Yes…"
Artemis: "Darling! Jump into my arms!" Rikka: "I'll hug Rikka-chan!" Orion: "Cooling off on Artemis!" Artemis: "Pugyuu!!" Rikka: "Nice, Rikka-chan! Boost my love luck!" (Dodged the goddess's clingy curse, snagged the blessing—Rikka's good!!)
Rikka: "Gil, you okay!?" Gilgamesh: "Of course. Wine in a storm's quite the vibe." Mash: "Hero-King, why drink now?" Gilgamesh: "It's fun." Medea: "He's this tame, and it's still bad…" (Sorry, pleasure's instinct for this vessel. Give up.)
Gilgamesh lounges on a throne, sipping wine. Drake shouts:
Drake: "Alright! Governor, bad news or good news first?"
Bad and good news?
Gilgamesh: "Save the fun for last. Bad news." Drake: "Hector's ship is faster. Lose him now, we're done!" Gilgamesh: "Expected. No issue. I see good news."
Can't catch up—unless…
Drake: "Sharp! Good news: storm surfing! Sails up, ride the waves, full speed!!" Orion: "Wait, that's good!? Don't call dying on a nice day good news!" Drake: "Quit whining! Prep or get kicked! Got it, Governor!?" Gilgamesh: "Hahaha! No retreat, only forward! Right, Olga!?" Orion: "Stop… don't tease me!" Drake: "Crew, prep! We're riding this storm!!" Crew: "Hell yeah! Big Sis's luck's the best!" Drake: "What's 'luck-wise' mean!? Jump overboard, you lot!!"
Fou: (Never calm, huh. Fine, I'll watch bouncing boobs.) Chill, Fou. Fou: (Compared to falling from paradise, this is nothing. …Ugh, I'm pissed.)
Crew and Servants tie lifelines—chains—and raise sails.
Gilgamesh: "I'll scout ahead. Sweating's for mongrels." He closes his eyes, scanning the area.
A massive, decaying ship looms ahead, blocking their path.
Gilgamesh: "Pioneer! Ghost ship ahead. Handle it!" Drake: "You saw it with those eyes!? Hah, ghost ships are just abandoned wrecks! No need to—"
Gilgamesh pulls out a recorder and hologram projector.
Gilgamesh: "Here." A ghostly image appears before Drake.
Drake: "Kyaa!?" Crew: "!?" Gilgamesh: "Nice scream, Pioneer. Like a maiden in a haunted house!" Drake: "W-What was that!?" Crew: "Captain screamed weird!" Crew: "Like a scared maiden!" Drake: "My scream's irrelevant!!" Gilgamesh: "Playing around, and now the ghost ship's right there."
The massive ghost ship sways, collision imminent—!
Mash: "Senpai!?"
Rikka dashes to the bow.
Rikka: "Come, Karna!!"
Her hand glows, summoning India's radiant hero.
Gilgamesh: "Good choice, Master!" Mash: "Karna-san!? Why, Senpai!?" Rikka: "He's a rare class like Gil! Fire! Beam-shooting hero 'Optical Soldier Launcher'!!" Rikka: "Go, Karna-san!" Karna: "Understood."
Karna leaps, unleashing vast magical flames.
Karna: "No weapons needed."
Aiming at the ghost ship:
Karna: "True heroes kill with their eyes—!!"
Brahmastra—his ocular ultimate—incinerates the ship to dust, evaporating the sea, blazing to the horizon.
Gilgamesh's eyes catch Hector's ship kilometers ahead.
Gilgamesh: "Got him! Hector's ship is that way! Full speed, Golden Gorgeous!—" Drake: "Governor, remember this!!" Gilgamesh: "Upset? Too many offenses to pinpoint! Laugh it off! Hahahaha!!" Drake: "Toss that gaudy jerk overboard!!" Rikka: "Forward—! Yaisaho!!" Mash: "Senpai—!?"
The ship charges through the storm.
The showdown with the mastermind nears…!
Rikka: "Karna-san, you look happy?" Karna: "I'm recalling a Master who called me 'Launcher.'" Rikka: "What were they like?" Karna: "Fat. Ate endless premium roll cakes." Rikka: "What's that?" Karna: "But… they were irreplaceable. Let's go, Master. Someone's waiting for you." Rikka: "Yeah!!"
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