Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: How Was the Woman's Body?
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What is a Magical Girl?
Some define it like this. Demonic Beasts born from all sorts of negative thoughts. And as the opposing concept, Magical Girls are born from gathered positive thoughts.
What nonsense.
Just, Magical Girls are like that. The result of some transcendent something luring girls with pure and tender hearts—perfect for handing power to. In short, kids who are prime suckers.
Then what am I? None of your business. If I knew that, Magical Girls wouldn't exist in the world already.
Anyway, back to the original question... What is a Magical Girl? The answer can be summed up very simply and clearly.
"Beings who respond to Demonic Beasts and Demons of Alert Level Amber or higher, or Villains, and protect people."
In this world, along with the Demonic Beasts mentioned earlier, there are Villain Alliances, Humanity Extinction Societies, and all sorts of other bad guys running rampant. If Magical Girls had to deal with every single small fry, it'd be impossible.
"So, becoming a Magical Girl doesn't mean you stick your nose into everything. Got it?"
With that, in our company's training room—which rarely saw any visitors except during nap time—I spoke to the young girl staring at me with sparkling eyes, just like the day before. She stiffened up ramrod straight and shot one hand straight up...
I let out a quiet sigh and nodded, gesturing for her to speak if she had something to say.
"Um, who are you?"
Come to think of it, we'd parted ways yesterday while I was still transformed.
"......"
I wondered if she'd even properly heard what I'd said moments ago. I had plenty of worries, and pondered how to explain it... but lengthy explanations weren't my style.
"—Transformation."
First, the simplest way to clarify the current situation. In other words, I decided to transform.
"No time for proper greetings yesterday. Magical Girl Seriel. Real name, Ryu Ha-yul."
Remembering the boss's sly voice telling me to personally train this new junior Magical Girl—who happened to be around my age—I shrugged with a sigh.
"O-oh... E-ek!?"
As expected. She bolted up from her seat, pointed at me accusingly, and clutched her head in confusion.
"Well, as you can see, the contents are male... If you've got complaints, speak now."
I let out yet another sigh—god knows how many that made today—and quietly released my transformation.
"For now, keep it under wraps publicly. Don't go blabbing everywhere."
My vision had been dipping and rising repeatedly in that short time, leaving me dizzy. I shook my head to steady it... and only then did it seem her thoughts settled. Trembling, she approached me and stared at my face with eyes full of wonder.
"Wow...! A male Magical Girl, that's amazing...! So, do you, like, enjoy a woman's body after transforming into a Magical Girl...!?"
I was momentarily speechless. What was this girl? Normally, hearing a guy turns into a Magical Girl should prompt a different reaction first, right?
"Gasp, then maybe among other Magical Girls like Senior, there could be more guys...!"
"Not certain, but probably not. Higher-ups say even counting every Magical Girl worldwide, this is a one-of-a-kind case."
Either way, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief that it hadn't gone to 'I don't like that you're a guy' or 'pervert' territory. As I smirked...
"Hehe, then... please take care of me from now on! Senior!"
True to her Magical Girl nature, she gazed at me with crystal-clear, sparkling eyes and beamed without a shred of doubt.
"Yeah. Let's do our best going forward."
It was a fine day with no incidents or attacks all day long—the first in a while.
"Yes! But, Senior?"
"Hm? What?"
"You didn't answer my question earlier."
"......"
"How was the woman's body!?"
...For now, I decided not to answer. I need some privacy too.
Shin Yu-na. Sixteen this year. She said she hasn't decided on a Magical Girl name yet.
"...A monster."
After finishing basic training, even though I told her she didn't need to tag along, she insisted on observing my activities. That was several days ago. Now, finally seeing her power against the first Demonic Beast we'd encountered, that was her impression.
Siiiizzle...!
The scorched earth where not even a trace of the Demonic Beast remained. Every trace forward had been obliterated—a truly simple burst of magic power. If this space hadn't been isolated from the outside, it really would've been a disaster.
"Senior! How was it!?"
"Fail."
I smiled back at the frilly-dressed Magical Girl in her airy outfit dashing toward me with a bright grin.
Her blue hair, tied in a ponytail down to her hips, gave off a classic Magical Girl vibe—but with an unexpectedly refined touch that made her feel like the real deal, unlike me. Honestly, I wanted to say it was top-notch...!
"Lucky this was a Boundary Inversion space. Outside, it'd have been a catastrophe."
"Isn't it fine since it's inside an inversion space?"
"No. Use power matching the opponent's level."
From my experience, getting used to this overkill mindset could leave you powerless when it truly mattered... So instead of blind praise, I figured some tough love was needed and added sternly.
"Magical Girls are about quality, not quantity. Magic power near infinite? But not quite. If it was just about raw output, police or military response teams could handle it."
"Eek."
"Why do you think Magical Girls handle Amber-level threats and up? Because brute force output doesn't cut it."
"Yesss..."
"Well, anyway... the result itself isn't bad. I've got a direction for training now."
She seemed somewhat aware, so only one thing left to do.
"From today, mock battles with me every day."
"Huh!?"
"No real combat until you land even one hit on me."
"Th-that's too much! How could I ever hit Senior...!"
Increasing Magical Girls isn't great, but once it's done, my job is protecting her until she grows. And, Yu-na seemed unaware, but...
"Who knows. In my eyes, give it a year—you'll outgrow me as a sparring partner."
Not bragging, but in terms of magic power reserves, I'm the weakest Magical Girl scraping the bottom.
"How to use the least magic most efficiently. That's what I'll teach you starting today."
Someone might ask: What's the gain in sharing my know-how?
"Alright, since it's been a while... one more round before we head back."
I can answer: If it helps another Magical Girl overcome even one crisis, that's more than enough gain for me.
That evening.
"Ugh... so intense..."
The girl who'd finally done some proper Magical Girl work and returned home—Yu-na—flopped face-down on her bed in light pajamas after a bath. She sighed while gazing at the white ceiling with sparkling eyes, a shy smile forming.
"Senior... was insanely strong..."
Recalling the senior Magical Girl she'd seen today—Seriel, who wielded a greatsword as tall as herself and swung it with wild abandon—a fist-sized white fluff ball wiggled over and rubbed its head against her cheek.
"Ow, seriously... I just showered, and now fur's sticking."
Yu-na grumbled, grabbing the fluffy weasel-like creature by the scruff.
"Hing, that's mean~"
Hurt by her reaction, perhaps? The dangling weasel in her hand—a Magical Girl's partner, the mystical being commonly called a Mascot—whined and wriggled back into her palm.
"I worked so hard maintaining the inversion space today~"
"Oh, right. Good job, Mia."
"Hehe."
"Come to think of it, doesn't Senior have a partner like Mia?"
In the past few days with Seriel—Ha-yul—no Mascot like the fluff ball before her eyes, a symbol of Magical Girls, had appeared. Yu-na muttered it offhand.
"Hmm... yeah~. I didn't sense any Mascot aura from Lady Seriel~"
Maybe because he's an irregular—a guy who became a Magical Girl? Mia pondered too, propping her tiny paws on her chin.
"Eh, no point worrying. If you're that curious, just ask Senior."
"Hehe, great idea~!"
Yu-na suggested focusing on how to land a hit on Ha-yul instead of fretting. She chatted with her partner, beaming innocently.
"Anyway, Senior can enjoy both guys and girls. Kinda jealous..."
"Sheesh, keep that up and Lady Seriel might flick your forehead next time~."
Of course, that pondering quickly devolved into typical teenage girl pink fantasies soon enough.