One Kick Girl — Chapter 285
"When Fate Files an Appeal"
The sky had stopped collapsing.
Which, according to Shion's mental checklist of catastrophic cosmic events, was technically good.
Unfortunately, everything else was now worse.
Above the city, the reopened tear in reality glowed like a massive eye staring down at the world. Threads of possibility stretched in every direction again—millions of shimmering paths branching endlessly into the unknown.
The timeline had been saved.
But it had also been marked.
And that made it interesting.
Shion slowly sat up from where she had collapsed on the rooftop.
"…I hate interesting."
Raon was lying on her back nearby, staring at the sky with her hands behind her head.
"Looks pretty."
Chance floated lazily beside them.
"Oh it's beautiful."
Shion rubbed her temples.
"Explain."
Chance pointed upward.
"You see those threads?"
"Yes."
"They're not supposed to look like that."
Shion squinted.
They were branching.
Multiplying.
Expanding faster than before.
"…That's bad, isn't it."
Chance nodded cheerfully.
"Extremely."
1. Intention Refuses the Verdict
Across the rooftop, Intention still stood motionless.
The presence that had denied the termination request had vanished.
But Intention remained.
And slowly—
Very slowly—
It lifted its head again.
Chance noticed immediately.
"Oh."
Raon rolled over.
"What?"
Chance's grin widened.
"I think Fate is about to complain to management."
Shion groaned.
"Of course it is."
2. The Appeal
Intention raised its hand again.
But this time it did not touch the sky.
Instead, a new structure formed in front of it.
A glowing geometric shape—like a massive floating document made of pure logic.
Lines of cosmic text appeared across its surface.
Shion stared.
"…Is that a form?"
Chance nodded.
"Appeal paperwork."
Raon sat up.
"Wait."
"Fate has paperwork?"
"Everything has paperwork."
3. Cosmic Bureaucracy
The structure expanded.
Layer after layer of glowing symbols filled the air.
Arguments.
Justifications.
Mathematical proof that the timeline had become unstable beyond acceptable parameters.
Intention spoke calmly as it worked.
"Judgment contained incomplete variables."
Chance leaned over to Raon.
"It's basically saying the supervisor didn't read the whole report."
Raon frowned.
"That's relatable."
Shion buried her face in her hands.
"We are arguing with cosmic administration."
4. The Sky Responds
When the final line of the appeal completed—
The tear in the sky pulsed again.
The presence did not return.
Instead, a much smaller symbol appeared inside the fracture.
A single glowing stamp.
Shion squinted.
"…What does that mean?"
Chance laughed.
"Oh that's not good."
"What?"
"That's the review queue."
Raon blinked.
"Meaning?"
Chance shrugged.
"The supervisor is busy."
5. Temporary Authority
A new message appeared in the sky:
APPEAL RECEIVED
TEMPORARY AUTHORITY GRANTED
Intention lowered its hand slowly.
Shion froze.
"…No."
Chance whistled.
"Oh wow."
Raon looked confused.
"What happened?"
Shion pointed upward.
"Fate just got permission to try again."
6. Round Two
The air around Intention changed instantly.
Where it had once tried to control a single thread—
Now it grabbed hundreds at once.
The sky twisted violently as the threads began reorganizing.
Millions of possibilities collapsed.
Paths narrowed.
Choices disappeared.
Shion shouted:
"It's compressing the timeline!"
Chance clapped excitedly.
"Oh this is going to be fun."
Raon stood up again.
"Can I punch it now?"
Shion and Chance both yelled:
"YES."
7. The Real Problem
But something unexpected happened.
When Raon stepped forward—
The threads reacted.
Instead of resisting Intention—
They bent toward Raon.
Shion's eyes widened.
"…Wait."
Chance leaned closer.
"…Huh."
Raon looked around.
"Why is the sky pointing at me?"
8. The Center of the Storm
The threads weren't just reorganizing.
They were anchoring.
Every possible future now orbited around a single point.
Raon.
Intention's voice echoed calmly.
"Uncontrolled variable identified."
Shion whispered:
"…You."
Raon blinked.
"Me?"
Chance nodded slowly.
"Yeah."
Intention finished the sentence.
"Solution: contain the variable."
9. Fate Targets Raon
The threads shot downward like glowing chains.
Hundreds of them wrapped around Raon instantly.
Reality locked.
Possibilities froze.
For the first time since the cosmic chaos began—
Raon could not move.
She blinked.
"…Okay that's new."
Shion's heart dropped.
"That's bad."
Chance scratched their chin.
"Very bad."
10. The Lock
Intention stepped forward.
The threads tightened.
"Probability restored through containment."
Shion ran calculations in her head.
If Raon became a fixed point—
The timeline would stabilize.
But it would also become rigid again.
Controlled.
Predetermined.
Exactly what Intention wanted.
Final Scene
Raon struggled against the glowing chains.
They didn't break.
For the first time in a long time—
Her strength wasn't enough.
She frowned.
"…Hey."
Chance floated closer.
"Yeah?"
Raon looked annoyed.
"I can't kick fate if I can't move."
Chance grinned slowly.
"True."
Shion looked between them nervously.
"…You two are smiling."
Chance shrugged.
"Because Fate just made a very big mistake."
Raon cracked a grin despite the chains.
"Oh."
Chance pointed at the sky.
"It didn't just trap you."
"It made you the center of every possible future."
Raon blinked.
"…Is that good?"
Chance's smile widened.
"It means every timeline now depends on you."
Above them—
The threads of reality tightened further.
And far beyond the fracture in the sky—
The cosmic review system finally noticed something alarming in the appeal request.
Because the moment Fate tried to control Raon—
The probability graph of the entire multiverse had spiked off the charts.