Platform Ban and Full-Power Trial
"The broadcast has ended in accordance with Lightning's operational policies."
Lightning Platform Policy Violation
"Wait. Hold on! It's not like monsters were rampaging or anything!"
The flustered junior finally realized what the chat was blowing up about and shouted.
"I did catch it, but it wasn't just me out there."
"Yeees. Exactly. There were people stronger than me in the unit, and the soldiers had it surrounded. No way it was getting away!"
"Hmm. Someone stronger than you, Junior?"
I was a little surprised. Even accounting for her inexperience, this junior's combat prowess was on par with a decent knight from my old world. The kind who could claim to be the top dog in a small fiefdom. She could solo clear the gates I'd been handling since the incidents started... Hmm. Hard to find a modern analogy that clicks. Like casually piloting a tank, maybe?
Anyway, judging from the awakeners I'd occasionally spotted, it was tough to imagine anyone stronger.
"Yes. There are. Other people call them S-rank or national power level... but the ranking system's not official or anything. It's just word of mouth."
But looking at her eyes... yeah, powerhouses like that must exist. National power level. It's a term from a globally hit anime, but if government-linked folks are tossing it around openly...
"But with powerhouses like that around, why come to me? Sure, same magical girl makes sense, but usually you'd hit up the nearest strong person first, right?"
The chat's normalizing and the spam's dying down—good—but this? Nah, no way.
I just know most self-reliant magical girls ask nearby folks for help before hunting seniors. And viewer count's still climbing—why's it feeling like a normal stream?
Beats me.
"Oh, uh. Myeongmyeong said to find you, Senior."
"Hmm?"
"It was a reasonable judgment, mung."
The mascot suggested it first? That's rare. Come to think of it, he's been proactive, not just offering options—acting like he planned around a senior magical girl from the start.
"Even so, I didn't wanna bother you, so I did ask... but."
"But?"
A bit suspicious, but nothing major, so I focused on her.
"They refused. Said it was pathetic for a kid like me to fight in the first place."
"Hmm."
"Meowng. Blaze got duped, mung."
"Duped how?"
"Rose-tinted glasses, mung. Didn't that guy awaken around the same time? What makes him think he can teach, mung?"
"...Huh."
"Now that you mention it."
The glum junior spilling the story, me listening intently, and the viewers—we all got it after the mascot's sharp point.
Awakeners don't train; they just suddenly get powers. Being strong doesn't mean you can teach.
"Uh."
"Right. Kids shouldn't fight here, huh?"
Thinking about it, yeah. In my otherworldly Amazing Medieval-land, kids as adventurers, soldiers, mercs risking life daily was normal. Magical girls too—girls contracting was a success story to envy, no one fretted or told 'em to quit.
But Earth with its modern ethics? Different. Child soldiers? Here, that's up to marriage-and-kids adult age, still minors.
"Here, you say?"
I thought I'd adapted fine back on Earth. But fantasy crashing reality turns it all upside down again.
"It's a long story. I didn't magical girl here. Just know it exists."
"Okaay..."
"But seriously wild. You're government-affiliated, right? They just let you fight?"
"Mung. Not 'let'—they actively recruited, mung. Dispatch count shot up, mung."
"Hey, Myeongmyeong! Ahem. Not officially affiliated. Temporary? Joined the response team... or something?"
"Precisely, civilian volunteer for the response team, mung."
"Yeah, that. And my stamina's better than others cuz I transform. So I could, I did."
"Aha."
Hmm. Kinda gets it. Her words alone, I wasn't expert enough to grasp fully.
With the chat providing polite commentary...
"N-no, not like that! Everyone? It's just... weapons don't work well on gate monsters, so awakeners are essential."
"And with not enough awakeners for gates, no choice. Soldiers do the rice duty stuff."
Junior desperately explaining, but... eh. Even before viewer points, something felt off to me too.
"Hmm. What do you all think?"
"Evading, mung."
"...Huh?"
Junior's face went blank spotting a chat. Fair. I don't know Korea well, so imagining from otherworld royalty...
Lightning Platform Policy Violation
No way that's fine! Guess it was the last straw—screen went black on forced shutdown. I nodded.
Somewhere it turned half whistleblower.
"Wha—? Senior, the stream..."
"It's fine. Expected it. Don't worry."
Calmed her senior-style first.
"Looks familiar, mung?"
"Not my first ban. No other fallout anyway."
Honestly, not a big deal. Probably her department pulled strings. With final viewer peak, they're already stressing.
A little annoyed, but that's her beef more than mine.
"No other alerts means tracking's blocked good?"
"Basics, mung."
"Alright, stream's done—time to uphold my end."
"B-but can't we skip?"
"Nah. Restarting right away's the real issue."
Not some pissing contest—pop back on and it's war. No need to screw the platform.
Stream-wise, it's a win: controversy head-on, spam momentum killed, forced end paints me victim.
She paid her price plenty.
"First, you want power boost?"
"Yes, mung."
"Yeess!"
Clear from chat. Mascot's glance says more, though.
"Cool. Step out a sec."
Her level's fine indoors, but mood matters.
Grrrowl—
"Eep!"
Junior's hungry too.
"Me too. Food first. What ya craving?"
"Hehe. Anything's good."
Tone says not polite—legit hasn't eaten proper.
Makes sense: ditched gov for a senior like me, over a day gone.
No way they fed her well. Clean look probably magic/transform fix.
Easy-digest menu it is.
"Sweet. Let's go!"
After mala tang (don't try without magical girl stomach) with junior...
We headed to Sobaeksan outskirts where I met foxes usually.
"Yeah. Spacious enough here."
Not exact spot—nearby cliffy rocks. Sparse brush, slight slope but clear—perfect now.
"Um, what do we do here?"
Junior awkwardly gripping staff, shuffling after.
Answer's simple once site's set.
"Easy. Blast everything—kill intent full throttle."
"...Pardon?"
"Gotta see max firepower."
Fire attribute—not ice. Right call.
I flicked hand, but she froze.
"B-but Senior, on a person...?"
"Haha. Your level? Can't even scratch me. Go wild."
"Still... you're not transformed."
Hesitant long. Too otherworld start? Recent intense fights, but mindset shift takes time.
No choice. Prod a bit.
I lightly surged mana, lunged at flustered her.
Touch ice crystal to nape.
"Eek, eeeek?!"
As cold hit, I dropped voice low—
"No need transform. Do it."
"Hic!"
Whisper in ear, staff blazed red.
Whoosh!
Boomboomcrash—!
Hmm. Works great.