Chapter 105
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Future
"You've done it."
Blue said this as she gazed at Yellow's dramatic transformation. Her tone was utterly flat.
It was only natural. People don't get surprised by inevitable laws. Just like how no one panics when the sun sets and night falls, claiming the sun has vanished.
'Right on cue—you've awakened, Yellow.'
Each Magical Girl wields her own unique power.
And from that symbolic force, she draws immense mana.
Mana is what propels a Magical Girl forward. That was the principle behind the Second Transformation.
'It was weird that you hadn't awakened yet... You never had to protect us, so your Power of Courage couldn't fully manifest. Protecting Magical Girls is pointless in itself.'
Blue, master of the Power of Coolness, had chosen to fight even as her comrades fell, unlocking the power of her Second Awakening.
Red, wielder of the Power of Passion, had poured every ounce of her heat into the fray and earned hers.
Pink... had gained it simply because she loved herself that much.
'But now you've got someone to protect. The baby in your womb and your husband. Courage always surges when there's something worth guarding.'
Blue found it touching. She wiped away her tears—not from sorrow, but from sheer relief.
"Impressive."
Meanwhile, Pink was stunned by the sudden awakening.
She'd figured that if anyone else achieved Second Transformation, it'd be Green or White—not Yellow.
Green was an outstanding fighter, and while White lacked combat prowess, her resolve was that of a true Magical Girl.
So Yellow's awakening caught her completely off guard.
'Did she unconsciously suppress the transformation's backlash? Incredible. She was aware of the hostages nearby.'
Magical prodigies were a dime a dozen. Red, Blue, and Pink were living proof.
But combat geniuses? They were rare. Every Magical Girl had been an ordinary person before being chosen.
Yellow, however, had honed her skills in real battles since childhood as a yakuza. She was a true master of combat.
"Pink. I'm your opponent."
"What a line straight out of a hero flick..."
Bang! In an instant, Yellow's form blurred. The only clue was the sharp crack of air being punched. By the time anyone registered her disappearance, Pink's body was already tilting—not forward, but backward.
Yellow had charged in at blinding speed and smashed a fist into her face, and no one had seen it coming.
'Did Second Transformation boost her speed too?'
BOOM! Pink crashed down, and the impact fully collapsed the building. Like dominoes, the shockwave toppled surrounding structures in a chain reaction.
"I've already gotten Isiyul to safety. Now we can throw down without holding back, you big-titted bitch."
"Blue sis, maybe. But you? Oh, please don't tell me the Power of Courage Magical Girl expects to team up."
"Of course not. One fist is all I need for trash like you."
Pink, sprawled on the ground, gathered her mana. Her overwhelming Power of Love converged in one spot.
"Blue sis, get Black out of here. This bitch looks ready to level downtown Seoul."
"Huh? Don't sweat it. I've got a 10km barrier up. Go wild—no one gets hurt, and no one comes near."
KABOOM! A rhombus-shaped burst of pink mana lanced forward. No longer resembling structured magic, this vicious blob punched straight through the building and kept going.
"I see all your attacks coming!"
But it missed. Of course, Pink wasn't one to lament Yellow dodging. She evaded the incoming punch, sprang up, and assumed a stance.
Like a boxer, she deflected Yellow's rushing fist and unleashed a barrage of lasers at point-blank range.
"Idiot! I can predict every shot!"
"...! How the hell did you dodge that?"
The laser, fired from less than two meters away, packed enough power and speed to guarantee a hit.
Yellow sidestepped as if she knew exactly where the light-speed beam would land, then snapped out a kick.
'She dodged... Wait, what?!'
The speed was impressive, but not the kind of attack you couldn't avoid like before. Pink mirrored the sidestep—yet the kick anticipated it perfectly, pursuing and striking home.
Pink slammed into the dirt, the blow feeling like it had been laid out precisely on her evasion path.
'It's not just speed. Yellow... she's predicting everything.'
But lasers moved faster than thoughts, didn't they? Pink thumbed the blood from her lip and rose slowly.
"You can't beat me, you worthless cunt!"
"Haa... Fine. Guess I'll have to go all out."
They backed off. Then charged again.
KABOOM! An explosion rocked the air.
"Huuuuh!"
The brutal melee had raged for about thirty minutes.
Yellow kicked, punched, and battered the face of her once-comrade Pink.
Each strike rivaled a bomb's force. Pink took hit after hit, but the recoil damaged Yellow too.
Both sides were battered. The fight ground into a brief stalemate.
'Fuck... she's right.'
Every punch made her arm throb—her body couldn't handle the power yet.
Clear proof her control was still immature. Fighting like this was pointless. Yellow halted her punches and stared silently at Pink.
"Haven't landed a single hit on me. Yet you're covered in wounds? Hurting yourself with your own power."
Pink, far more injured than her foe, sneered at her.
Normally, the one taking heavier damage couldn't mock the enemy's clumsiness. But Yellow had damaged herself with her own strength.
'At this rate... I'll lose.'
Pink's wounds were worse: shattered ribs, severe bruises everywhere.
But her arms and legs were relatively intact. She'd guarded her vitals—solar plexus, head—and preserved them.
'Zero evasion, all mana on defense. Now my limbs are fucked? Shit, I'm screwed!'
The longer the fight dragged, the more it wore Yellow down. If her fists and feet took too much damage to use, defeat was instant.
She needed one massive blow first. Yellow resumed her stance and activated her new ability.
'I can see the future.'
Her beautiful yellow eyes gleamed, and for a split second, time slowed for Yellow.
A game-like scenario unfolded. The future five seconds ahead etched itself before her eyes.
In five seconds, Pink would dodge a left straight punch. Punch left, and she'd take the hit clean.
Seven seconds in, Pink fired a laser at the heart—duck, and it misses.
'Perfect. This time for sure...'
That's when it happened. A waddling footstep echoed from behind.
Though locked in a life-or-death struggle, both turned to look at the source.
Isiwoos was slowly approaching—the one who'd supposedly evacuated far away.
"Wha—hey! Why are you here...? Ungh?"
The moment Yellow spotted Isiwoos's tiny form, a vision of the future bloomed before her eyes.
But this future stretched much farther. A week? A month? A year?
No—even longer. Maybe over a decade.
Wasn't it supposed to be just seconds? Yellow wondered as she peered in.
—Hayato! Hurry up!
—Coming, sis!
"Wha—huh?"
The Isiwoos from the glimpsed future was utterly shocking.
A boy who looked just like her, chasing after a girl running ahead.
She knew instinctively. These were her children. And their father was...
'Isiwoos!'
Her jaw dropped. No telling how far ahead she'd seen, but dozens of children filled her view.
Easily over eighty by a rough count. How distant was this future?
Their hair came in every color: red, blue, green, white, black...
Even girls with rainbow-glowing locks dotted the scene. No Magical Girl had rainbow hair.
The Fairy Queen, maybe.
"This is insane."
Yellow's mouth hung open.
If those kids were Isiwoos's... the Empire might as well be revived. But more than that, this future could shatter.
'If I lose here...'
The entire vision would vanish. And she didn't want that.
In that simple calculus, Yellow thrust her hand skyward. Power leaked from her injuries surged back into her muscles.
Its source was courage. The resolve to safeguard this future summoned a colossal surge of strength once more.
"DIE!"
CRACK!
This time, the brutal gut punch left Pink unable to sneer.
No one could mock through the agony of ruptured organs.