Mentioned Characters: Nemuno, Urumi

Urumi Ushizaki's outfit is beautiful, cool, and glamorous all in one. She wears it and strides through a radiant world, commanding it the way a mom commands a room. That glamor isn't just style. It's the foundation her whole world is built on.

Urumi Ushizaki turned up at some fancy party, and in her brand-new dress, she stood out from everyone else in the room. She crossed the lavish carpet and took her place beside a round table―one with a cart hidden under its tablecloth. But this was no ordinary cart. It had a pair of built-in machine guns.

The room was full of elegant ladies, all engaged in the kind of light, pleasant conversation you'd find at any high-society gathering. Urumi blended right in like she'd done it a hundred times before. But then, out of nowhere, the room dropped into complete darkness, as if the power had gone out. Silence lingered in that darkness for just a moment. Then gunfire erupted from every direction, sounding like a violent storm. Bullets lit up the room one after another, glowing like plankton lighting up a night sea.

Elegant ladies in fancy dresses fire off countless bullets from their guns―that's just an ordinary day in this world. They call it a bullet battle, but really, it's a shootout. The whole point is to prove, once and for all, who's the gentlest and who's the strictest in the room. That's what it means to be a mother figure worth learning from. This party was nothing more than a playground for that very purpose. Some time passed. The shooting stopped, and the lights came back on. Everyone who'd lost the bullet battle lay sprawled across the now-illuminated floor. The only ones still standing were Urumi and, dressed just as beautifully as she was, Nemuno Sakata.

"Well, if it ain't Miss Urumi." "Oh, Nemuno? Small world." Once the crowd blocking their view had all dropped, the two of them finally spotted each other across the packed room. They praised each other's marksmanship, and chatted the way two moms might after running into each other in the park. After a bit of small talk, they turned their guns on one another. Neither said a word about it. They just knew, instinctively, that the other wanted this too. It was too good a chance to waste on a half-hearted finish. Might as well settle, once and for all, who the mightiest mom in the room really was. That was exactly what this party was for, after all. And with that, the two moms pulled their triggers. The party was far from over.