Let's Play Umineko, Episode 4 Scene 1: The New Player

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Some things are universal among all Fragments. Apparently he got it from Asumu.



Battler hastily apologizes to the person he just ran into before getting into the taxi and proceeding to the harbor.

As that person watches Battler leave, time grinds to a halt.



The only things that are moving in this frozen world are the girl and a black cat. The cat, approaching Ange, takes a human form.



On October 4th, 1986, Ange wasn't here. She can't stop any of this from happening.



Even so, seeing them again, even if it's like this, is already a small miracle. Ange won't waste it.







Video: Opening - Alliance of the Golden Witch





Beatrice rises. She didn't sleep at all, actually - she was just too excited for this fourth game.



It's only natural that, after that betrayal in the last round, Battler would receive quite a shock.

How bad could it be, though?



That's pretty bad.



Why don't we go check on him?





He seems to be doing fine, actually, aside from his breakfast being stolen by Beelzebub.



As Beatrice bursts into the room, confetti and flags from around the world herald her arrival in the stupidest manner possible.

What's this about, though? He's not clutching his knees in despair at all!



Ronove and Battler exchange thumbs ups at him pulling one over on the Golden Witch. Nice, bro.



Battler won't fall for the same trick twice. He just has one request.



Beato continues to joke around, but he repeats it over and over, getting more serious each time. Don't do it again. Don't do it again.



Ultimately, she relents. This will be a direct duel to the death.



It is nearly time to raise the curtain on the fourth round. But first, a guest is arriving!



Ange has joined the battle.



Whew. You sure are a fighter. You helped me out in the last moments of the previous game. I'm grateful.
I don't need gratitude. You were slacking off, so I told you to open your eyes.
Kuhhyahyyahyahya! That's so true, stop slacking off, Battler!
Well, it looks like someone hates me.
I'm just annoyed that you aren't fighting seriously.
You say I'm not serious...?
You can't possibly mean that your predicament earlier happened because you've been serious, can you? Don't be a fool. How long do you intend to go along with the witch's farce like this?
...I'm fighting Beato in my own way. Seriously.
You keep on drinking tea and chatting with a witch for all eternity and call that fighting seriously? Keep the jokes to just your hairdo.
Well, that's because I wasn't used to the witch's game in the beginning, and I've been through a lot of harsh stuff! Still, I'm starting to see how to fight... if the pathetic way I've been acting makes it look like I haven't been serious to you, you're mistaken!
Is that so?
Of course. I know I've gotta close in a lot more before I can grab Beato by the collar. But no matter how long that distance is, it is finite. And in each game that passes, I am steadily closing that distance step by step! No matter how long it takes, I will close in on that witch, and I'll definitely checkmate her. It might take one thousand years, but even so, I'll win. Why? Because I won't accepet losing, definitely won't stop walking, and I'll keep closing in on her! So in other words, there's just one thing I can say for sure.



You sure talk a lot. Are you even trying to win? Even the finite can become endless if it's treated the wrong way. By now, you've become an Achilles who can't even outstrip a turtle...
I get it. So this is why I'm needed. At this rate, there's no way you could win against the Endless Witch, even after a billion years.
Who are you? It's not like you'll be struck by lightning if you just tell me your name.



...I know it's stupid, but... for some reason, I'm getting that feeling. But that can't be right... that person's supposed to be six years old. You couldn't possibly be... Ange, could you...?
...If I were to say 'that's right', would you believe me?
Nnh...
I'll say it differently. If I said 'I am your ally, so trust me', would you believe me? Would you unconditionally give your trust to some girl you're meeting for the first time, just because she looks a little like someone you know? It's because you're such a softy that you were tricked so easily in the last game. You said it yourself. That kid is six, right? Do I look like I'm six? Despite that, if I were to claim that I'm that kid, would you just swallow that story?
...If you say it like that, there's no way I can argue back. Sorry, that's right, I am a softy. Is this what you meant when you said I wasn't serious?
Yes. You may think you're fighting with a witch, but you're just getting along with her and playing. You're playing by fighting in a friendly game of chess. That may be a serious contest for you two, but looking at it from far away, I only see you playing around and following the rules like you're good friends.
Ihihihihi, that's harsh.
But as long as you can't win this game, you won't be released from this place. That's why I came. I came to bring this game to its conclusion. You claim that you're closing in on the witch, but you're just like a hamster running around in a wheel.
Oh, that? That thing that runs around and around on a wheel night after night?
At a glance, you might think that running around in a wheel is endless. He thinks he's fighting, but he's actually just running around and making a fool of himself. This isn't a game. This is nothing more than a cage to shut him up for all eternity.
Hoh. You liken my Endless to something like a wheel that a mouse plays in. Interesting, interesting...
Something that's endless in one dimension can be less than endless in a higher one. The fact that a Menger Sponge has infinite surface area only matters in a world of less than three dimensions. In the three-dimensional world of reality, it has zero mass. Not only is it not endless, it doesn't even exist.
Hahahahahahaha! What an assertive woman. It seems you are worthy of being called my enemy.
...Who are you?



...That's right. Last time ended up pretty bad, so I've gotta be careful. I don't intend to get tricked twice.
Hahahahahahahahaha!
People don't just get tricked out of the blue. They get lazy from their own certainty, and when they entrust things to other people, they get tricked. Saying that you thought the light had turned green just because you saw other people start crossing doesn't count as an excuse for getting into an accident, get it?
Yeah, I get it. You're telling me not to swallow information given to me by others, but to think for myself. I'd swallowed the magic that Beato showed me. I'd stopped thinking.
I will advise you in a way that will be to your advantage. Of course, you shouldn't swallow everything I say, because no one can provide certain proof that I am your ally.



So you don't have to unonditionally trust me. Therefore, taking my advice as nothing more than an opinion to be considered is just fine. After all, the player who's fighting in this game is you.
That's right. Saying I lost because I followed the moves of an outsider would be too pathetic of an excuse.
Oh, yes! My opponent is Battler. You are nothing more than an outsider. You should bear that in mind!
I'm not an outsider. With Beatrice and Battler, and me gazing down from above, it's almost like a fight in the shape of a triangle. Fighting together doesn't make a united front.
Hoh. What an odd thing to say.
Just now, he described fighting with you as closing the distance, but you can't measure distance with a single viewpoint. Only with two eyes are things visible in three dimensions. And even if there are two fields of vision, it's pointless if they're in the same place. The one further away can accurately gauge the witch.
Shooting from different positions and different angles. So this is what they call crossfire. Heh, interesting.
In order to catch the witch in a pincer attack, I won't get along with anybody.
Is that all right, Battleeer? This girl may actually be an ambush I set up, right? She might just be saying something plausible to gain your trust, right?
Maybe. She's been saying that over and over again herself, so of course I can't blindly accept her advice. But whether she's worth of trust or not, I can decide on my own. As long as I don't stop thinking for myself, I won't be tricked by anyone!
What confidence, Ushiromiya Battleeer! After you've said so much, it makes me want to trick you all over again, you see? And I want to see what kind of face you'll make when you realize that you've been tricked again! I like it, kuhahahahahahahaha!



......Gretel.
Ghetto? You are?
That's my name, dumbass. Call me Gretel.
Then should I call myself Hansel? Ihihihihi, just kidding. I'm Ushiromiya Battler! Call me Battler.
Nice to meet you. I hate handshakes. Don't take it personally.
Ah, really? Sorry. After all, it isn't certain that you're my ally, and you just told me to keep my guard up, too.
Battler. Think deeply about why you must win against this witch. You can't stop with something abstract like 'I'll get her because I don't like it'. Have a deep conviction that you'll definitely defeat the witch and escape from this world.





The world of 1986 begins to move once more.





Ange watches as, one by one, her family is swallowed up by Rokkenjima, leaving only her behind.






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