So there’s poor Riri-chan, thinking she’s about to reverse-uno the whole “ojizou special” with her big-brain support plan. SURPRISE, SIS! Hotel Rope said, “Nah, fam, we doin’ WWE tonight,” and yeeted her into a full-circle karma chokehold. Now she’s stuck, “I’m the main character” energy, reduced to a glitchy, overclocked fleshlight with a high-and-mighty complex. But does she give up? This girl’s got the mental durability of a Nokia 3310, battered, humiliated, but still buzzing like, “Reboot? Nah, we MALFUNCTIONING GLORIOUSLY.” Toilet stall floor gymnastics, exhaustion so deep she’s basically a sentient noodle, and enough “what’s this?” thrusting to power a small city. But then, plot twist of history, her sunshine-and-rainbows brain finally blue-screens into clarity. Cue the villain arc. Suddenly, that tsundere dumpster fire of a girl is laughing like a evil villainess who just found out free real estate exists. “Oh-ho-ho-ho! So THAT’S how it is!” The smug levels are OVER 9000, but the prize is everyone’s suffering. Riri’s revenge backfires again.
