Fischl X Slime - Race To The Finish -vicineko- | Recommended - 2025 |

Fischl stared. Then, with the gravitas of a queen accepting a crown, she took it. "You fight with honor, creature. I shall call you… Sir Bounceton."

The slime bounced once, sparking affectionately, and offered her a single electro-charged berry. Fischl x Slime - Race to the Finish -ViciNeko-

The slime had already launched itself down the first drop, leaving a trail of violet sparks. Fischl shrieked—a dignified shriek, of course—and kicked her cart into motion. Fischl stared

The track was absurd. A corkscrew loop over the ruins of the Thousand Winds Temple, a straightaway through a field of whopperflowers, and a final chute lined with electro-charged puddles. But Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, had accepted the challenge. Her opponent: a single, gelatinous Electro Slime. Her vehicle: a modified Favonius Lance-turned-steering-pole attached to a rickety cart. Its? A perfectly spherical bounce. I shall call you… Sir Bounceton

Fischl skidded to a halt, singed but proud. "A tactical concession," she panted, adjusting her eyepatch. "I allowed the familiar to win so it might taste the fleeting glory of victory before I reclaim the throne."

Oz, perched on the cart's canopy, sighed. "Mein Fräulein, it’s a slime. It doesn’t have a constitution. Also, the race has started."

Oz translated: "She lost."