“It was Delicious”
From cooking to duels to…demons? Yupp that sound you hear is the one of patience starting to pay off, and while we don’t have any good guarantee of getting all our hopes and dreams answered next week (because dualistic preview), at least Plunderer is finally taking that step from buildup to action. After all, if our boys (and girls) are now properly assembled, it only makes sense to start testing the bonds.
Much like earlier weeks this episode is going to be one of love and hate. Lacking desired story information? Definitely. Added character details? The whole hog. I’ve made mention a lot how Plunderer is conceptually simple and straightforward, yet I still get a kick out where it intends on taking its cast. Lynn for example is pretty much made for marriage and complete with all the necessary cute points, but Hina? This girl is going places. That was some seriously impressive butchering and censoring on display (not to mention the feels-inducing focus on one poor bear), and had the added benefit of taking the ubiquitous bad cooking trope and flipping it on its head. Sure it was obvious the flip was coming—we have to keep the harem competition strong—but it’s great seeing our MC can be more than a simple damsel in distress.
The other bit of future fun comes courtesy of Jail who—lo and behold—is quickly becoming Licht’s one true rival, because shounen influences. While we likely have a bit of time before seeing the fruits of male bonding in all its glory (or maybe not), it’s not hard predicting our resident non-Lynn tsundere will becoming increasingly tied to whatever is in store for Licht as enemies are revealed and the main conflict of this series makes its presence felt. There’s simply too much tying the military cast to Licht for them to simply remain full antagonists over time, and considering wholesale destruction unrelated to the voyeuristic Ace is now part of the picture, growing room for compromise to be reached.
It’s been a while reaching this point, but Plunderer is all set to start showing us what it’s really made of.