小孩子們的英雄

今日は新しい戦場へ戦いに行きますょ、あいぼうはMelbourne Uのジョジョちゃん。

戦闘中。

ジョジョ：やはり、戦士として、あたしは小さいですか？

オレサマ：いえ、小さいは小さい戦術があります！戦士として、あなたは素晴らしいだ。

ジョジョ：本当に？

オレサマ：行くよ、相棒！臨気武装・龍舌剣・舌禍繚乱！

ジョジョ：はい！幻獣ケイトス拳・幻技・音羅震！

戦闘継続。

ジョジョ：やはり無理だ、あたしの攻撃は全然...

オレサマ：合体だ！俺様の力をあなたに手渡します。

ジョジョ：合...体？獣拳と轟轟の...合体？可能性がありますか？

オレサマ：さあ、ちょっと冒険だ——でも、可能性が無きゃ、自分で作るまでだ！

ジョジョ：わかだ！勇気がある、可能性は無限大ですょ！

オレサマ："ですょ"？まいったぜ。発進System on！

ジョジョ：サイダイン召喚！

一緒に：轟轟/獣拳～合体！Maximum（サイダイ） Formation！

Maximum大冒険・Burning up!

一緒に：Adventure Drive・砕大暴連！

ジョジョ：あぁぁぁぁぁぁぁ～～！凄い、この力！でも、できますか？あなたはとても熱くなりましたようです。

オレサマ：大丈夫だ、それは...熱いの冒険Spiritだ！うまい！それは...最初から最後まで、俺様は徹底的にクライマックスのためにだ！よっしやあ、必殺！

一緒に：Hyper Charge！冒険者 Maximum Screw・クライマックスバージョン！

Maximum大冒険・ウィン！

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

......

I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us.