Japan was a place that held a measure of import within the heart of a man by the name of Kyle. An average individual by every measure of the word, Kyle was born to a normal family as a single child, raised between a charming American father; Timothy and a loving Japanese mother; Riko, Kyle’s childhood was filled with entertaining bouts of red blooded patriotism and wondrous tales drawn straight from his mother’s vast knowledge of Japanese folklore.
But what intrigued Kyle was a vividly clear memory straight from his 20th birthday celebration when a drunken Timothy had let slip the fact that his mother, the seemingly innocent and pacifistic Riko, once ran a dojo somewhere in Japan, going on about how he had his ass handed to him by some Yakuza thugs after bravely standing up for someone who was about to be mugged, only for Riko to come flying in with her own flurry of flying punches and whirlwind kicks. All while an embarrassed Riko had him in a chokehold that only served to reinforce his father’s tale with his wife putting him to bed early that night.
With the cat out of the bag, Kyle had begged his mother to tell him more about her A days when she was still in charge of the dojo and how she had fallen in love with Timothy, finally acquiescing to her son’s demands considering it was his birthday.
Born into a prestigious family of famed martial arts practitioners, Riko had been the eldest daughter at the time and the one supposedly next in line to inherit the dojo, only Riko didn’t have the heart to tell her family that she wanted to live free and not be forced to train yet another bunch of sweaty rookies like her predecessors seemed to want her to follow. But with her innate talent in her family’s unique martial arts style, it looked to be an inescapable destiny for the troubled girl.
Until she met Timothy on that one fateful afternoon in the alleyways of Osaka, getting to know him over a cup of coffee on his treat at her favorite cafe and being pleasantly surprised at his in-depth knowledge and fluency in speaking Japanese.
“And things went…downhill from there I guess you could say…one thing led to another and Timothy confessed one day, by then, I had a soft spot for the man enough to say yes.”
“But…how did you get your parent’s approval, Ma? You said they wanted you to continue running the dojo…but you’re here…”
“Right…Timothy had the idea to abscond with me back here to the West…but that meant leaving my family behind. While I still loved them dearly…they seemed a bit too unhinged about running the dojo to smoothen things out…So I guess you could say I ran from it all."
He remembered clasping his hand around his mother's shoulder then, seeing the whimsical look of sadness in her eyes and wanting to comfort her.
"You're not a coward Ma! If anything it took all you had to come out here to be with dad…and I'm sure learning English wasn't a breeze at all. It's because of you that I'm here now…and I'm sure dad feels the same way!"
They'd ended off the celebrations with a warm hug together that night. With Riko thanking her son before being joined by Timothy who still had enough left in him to rejoin the gathering.
That was years ago however, and now? Kyle had grown to become an upstanding young man with a stable job as an engineer. Living alone after Riko had finally passed on to join her husband who had already gone on before her after an unfortunate accident.
But something still gnawed away in Kyle's chest whenever his mind would drift back to the times he spent with his mother; about the family she told him she'd left behind in the far off land of Japan. Ever since being told about her bloodline and hidden martial arts talent, an ingrained yearning to seek out the remnants of his mother's family had begun to grow within the curious man. But besides that one occasion on his 20th birthday, Riko had never mentioned her family dojo's exact location, with the only hint he could recall being the mention of Osaka; a city in the Kansai region of Japan.
But a hint was better than nothing, and after saving up enough for a short trip abroad, Kyle had wasted no time in booking a flight to Japan, bidding the homely flat he'd been living in for a few years now a temporary goodbye, walking out the door with his compact luggage in hand.
And after a brief flight through the skies in a comfy airline, Kyle would soon find himself wandering the land of the rising sun; birthplace of his mother, eager to begin looking for anything in the vast expanse of Osaka that could help trace him back to Riko's roots. But after hours spent enduring a long plane ride to Japan followed by a lengthy trip by train to Osaka Station, calling Kyle tuckered out would be an understatement.
Signing in to a cheap hotel after a curt exchange of greetings with the jovial front desk receptionist, Kyle unpacks his belongings before slumping over onto the bed, basking in the warmth and the comforting scent of the lived in room as he drifts away to sleep.
The following morning would see Kyle awakening with a start to realize the hadn’t quite risen over the horizon yet since his body clock would need some time to adjust to the new change in time zone, deciding on an early breakfast as he heads into the showers to get washed up and ready for his first real day out on the streets of Osaka.
With a moderate understanding in Japanese, Kyle was more or less able to get by with ordering food at an interesting dine-in food stand that was already open for business, offering freshly cooked rice cakes with sides ranging from salmon slices to miso soup. Unlike most of the mimicry products he had already eaten back home, the flavor bursting forth from the rice mixing with the rich oil in the salmon packed a far more weighty punch than what the pale imitations could offer.
Which brings with it a flurry of cherished memories tasting his mother’s food. If paltry fakes were all she had to work with, then she must’ve put in real effort trying to replicate the taste of the food currently rolling around in his mouth.
Once a heartwarming breakfast was over however, the search for his mother’s family would begin in earnest, with Kyle taking his time wandering down the busy streets and admiring the pristine buildings all around him in one of Japan’s most populated cities. While his main purpose here was to seek out Riko’s family dojo, that didn’t mean he wasn’t interested in whatever else Japan had to offer in terms of the sights and sounds.
‘Like a needle in a haystack…’
True to his thoughts, seeking out anything related to one single person in a city with a population numbering in the millions was easier said than done. Striking up conversation with shop owners brought no results despite Kyle’s hopes that banking on his mother’s name and the dojo itself would no doubt give him a solid lead. Not even a google search about famous martial arts dojos in the city of Osaka was enough to give Kyle some notion on where to go next.
“Strange…wasn’t Ma’s side of the family really famous or something? It’s like no one here’s even heard of her dojo…”
Unbeknownst to the lost and clueless Kyle striding down the streets deep in thought, something had already taken note of his arrival within the city, picking up on the distinct scent of familiar blood flowing within his multi caste body. Beginning a series of events that would soon lead the young man back to his rightful home while righting the mistakes of the past.
Hours would soon go by ever since Kyle’s search had begun with nothing to show for it. Everywhere he went, it was the same situation; no one had ever heard of a dojo, at least in Osaka, run by an influential family with a unique martial arts technique. It was beginning to make him wonder if this was all going to be some pointless goose chase for a dojo that had probably died away all those years ago to the point where everyone had already moved on.
But just as he turns the corner down a long winding street, the sounds of a scuffle could be heard emanating from an alleyway adjacent to where he was walking, turning his head to find a small group of what looked like school students ganging up on one other student that was obviously not a part of their clique judging by how everyone else besides the young man sported tattoos, piercings and wild hairstyles with punk alterations to their uniforms.
Half tempted to just avoid the altercation altogether, Kyle instead finds himself frozen to the spot, hesitant in taking action with self doubts about his physical capabilities roiling in his mind. But there was one other thing he could do to defuse the situation.
“HEY! GET AWAY FROM HIM!”
Yelling as loud as he can, Kyle withdraws his phone, mimicking a call to the police that sure enough, sends the young punks scattering with some of them presumably shouting curses at him as they turned tail to flee deeper down the alleyway, leaving their victim panting against the wall with only a slight bruise to his cheek. He must’ve held his own for a good while before Kyle stumbled onto him.
“T-Thank you mister…for saving me…”
“Don’t mention it kid…you alright? Can you walk?”
Surprised at the student’s ability to understand and speak English albeit with a heavy accent, Kyle moves in to catch him before he falls over onto the dirty pavement below. Slinging his shoulder around his and carrying him out of there.
But the moment his hands grappled with the students in an effort to get him into a comfortable position, something ice cold spiked through Kyle’s palms for the split second he had his arms wrapped around the beaten student, shrugging it off by the chills of witnessing a gang beat up a defenseless kid.
“No ambulance…home close by….can just take me there…”
“Y-You sure kid? You’re barely able to stand.”
“Home…”
And so begins Kyle’s sudden detour, lugging around the injured student while following the directions he would provide on where to go, all while his body would begin to change under his nose, with a subtle change of his skin tone as it takes on a darker hue of oriental orange, with body hair and flabs of fat receding wherever the new coloration took hold, leaving Kyle with a far more smaller frame once the changes finish consuming the last of his original pasty white skin.
“So where’re you even from?”
With a slightly less muskier voice now sporting a noticeable accent of his own, Kyle decides to strike up conversation with the student in an effort to both liven up the situation and make sure he didn’t faint or fall asleep, not noticing how short he now was with his overall physique shrinking down altogether with the reduction in his age, explaining why his voice now sounded more ‘livelier’ to match the vibrant face he now sported with wrinkles, facial hair and eye bags all but eliminated from his formerly gruff visage, with beady eyes beginning to lean more towards his Japanese heritage with bushy brows turning lean and slender with wide eyes contorting into sleek slant slits with sharp brown irises.
“J-Just uphill…no father…no mother…but home all the same.”
So an orphan then…the thought made a crease streak across Kyle’s pretty brow as he continues carrying the injured student, grunting a little as the mass in his arms and legs finally fade altogether, leaving him feeling overwhelmed for just a moment before firm muscle begins to pour into his limbs, renewing his efforts with an effeminate sigh as the bulge in his slimmer neck begins to twitch and fade away, hefting the young man securely around his already smaller figure, needing to slouch a little to give him a comfortable position to lean on without dragging him along in fear of injuring his arm.
“I-I’m sorry…for being a bother…”
Hearing the apology forces Kyle to a halt midway through mouthing his response, about to explain how it wasn’t a hassle at all and how it should be common sense for people to help those in need. But he somehow couldn’t mouth the words at all, struggling to formulate words in English when he had no such trouble a few seconds ago. Was he having a stroke?
“N-No worry! You not being bad!”
As much as he wanted to drop the man and slap himself in the face for sounding like a complete neanderthal, Kyle knew he had to power on through the embarrassment running through him at the sudden broken english spewing forth from his soft lips, healed over with a strawberry pink hue framing a pristine set of newly arranged teeth.
“申し訳ありませんが、あなたの英語があまり上手ではないことを忘れています...” (Sorry…I forget your English isn’t as good…)
About to retort with a question about what he even meant by that when he was born and raised an English speaking American, a figurative short circuit in Kyle's brain stops him short of speaking as his arms bulk up with hardened muscles in the forearms and biceps alongside a similar growth in his calves and thighs, lining up nicely with the tight, compact frame his aged body had now taken on; free of excess fat and lined all over with firm meat and tight layers of muscle that strangely leant him a very feminine silhouette. If looked at from afar, one might be forgiven for mistaking Kyle to be a girl with how baggy his clothes now were, hanging off his slim body with two very questionable tents perched atop his chest, bouncing subtly with each step and going unnoticed to the oblivious man as his brain empties itself out of any memories pass the ripe young age of 17; forgetting everything from his time spent at college to the arduous work he had to put in at work…with the exception of a certain set of memories pertaining to his parentage.
“大丈夫ですか？” (Is everything alright?)
Shaking off the hesitation, Kyle responds in perfect Japanese with the disturbance plaguing his mind all but forgotten alongside the silly idea that he had ever been able to speak perfect English when he was raised a native Japanese with his face now fully that of a spritely Japanese youth…a very feminine Japanese youth that now matched up with the body it was nor perched atop complete with a cinched in waistline and impossibly wide hips framed by the same luscious skin that now coated his entire body, with tempting teases of a toned navel everytime his baggy shirt fluttered in the wind.
“ええ、元気です...あなたは以前に何かを言っていましたか？” (Yeah, I’m fine…did you say something earlier?)
Turning his head to face the young student, he frowns at the sight of the instantly averting his gaze the moment their eyes make contact, forming a pout just as his formerly curly head of hair begins to pour down around his fringe in wild curls of smooth chestnut brown, adding to his charm as it frames his face neatly on both sides with some wild strands gluing themselves to his sweat slick skin.
“私の顔に何かありますか？” (Something wrong with my face?)
“何でもありません!” (I-It’s nothing!)
Continuing down the empty street in relative silence as they move further and further away from the more populated downtown area, the pair soon come across a steep slope…too steep for the injured Hiragi to take.
“え？いつから私は...ああ、そうです...“ (Eh? Since when did I know…ah..that’s right…)
With his memories realigning once more to correct his doubts, Kyle's ill fitting clothes begin to unravel as the flow of time across the world slows down, revealing the firm pair of D cup milkers that were hanging off his chest with gravity doing little to weigh down on the naturally firm teats, all while his trousers do the same, unveiling a lengthy pair of sculpted legs lined with powerful muscles that did little to detract from its feminine beauty, leading up over smooth calves and thick thighs to a strangely erotic sight between Kyle's legs. With the silhouette of his manhood straining against his loose boxers, steadily growing flaccid with his testicles slinking back up inside the damp innards of a freshly formed vagina linking up to the steaming female reproductive organs that were slowly taking shape beneath Kyle's tummy the moment he'd first felt that strange tingle up his arms when helping Hiragi; his childhood friend and only real male friend in school two years his senior.
Although 'he' was an ill fitting term to describe the athletic Japanese babe standing naked in the streets with an injured young man who was probably a year or two her senior with brown eyes glazed over, only able to twitch and struggle at the alarming sensation of her limp and flaccid penis finally giving in to the strange force working its invisible hands to mold her into the perfect shape it desired as a thick labia bubbles to life, safely closing off the entrance to her snatch as the head of her formed manhood settles into place as a cute nub of sensitive nerves atop a clean shaven pussy.
But just as quick as when she'd been stripped down to the nude, the invisible force materializes a fitting set of what looked like a girls high school uniform over Kyle's buxom figure. Concealing her powerful muscles while doing much to accentuate her hourglass figure and hearty rear with a pleated skirt snapping itself around her girthy hips. Complete with a tight sports bra that did little to contain her breasts and a plain set of panties cinching into the soft flesh around her lower half.
By the time the world returned to normal, the 40 something year old man was completely erased from the face of the earth, replaced with a bodacious Japanese youth supporting her injured friend with a gloved pair of hands making it easy to get a secure grip over his ragged clothes as she speaks in a voice that was no longer her own, dripping with a heavy Kansai dialect and laced with the air of an energetic tomboy; sweet and firm enough to tell anyone that this beautiful, young flower meant business.
“平木？ちょっと待ってくれませんか？” (Hey Hiragi? Hold on for a sec would you?)
“今何をしているの？おい！私を置く！” (W-What're you doing? Hey! Put me down!)
Lifting the older boy who was a head or two taller without much trouble, Kyle resumes her steady march trudging up the steep incline with Hiragi now slung over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Chuckling at his protests while treating the whole thing like a workout for her sore arms, feeling strangely tuckered out despite having spent the day doing nothing listening to boring lectures back at school…or at least that was what she could recall after blanking out several times ever since leaving that suffocating classroom.
With her mind leaking memories of her former self like a rusted faucet, it was no surprise to see the changed girl easily acclimate to her new gender and appearance without much trouble believing the new memories taking root within her mind. But the human brain was a complex system, so while what little remained of Kyle continued to succumb to the assimilation of the new persona steadily asserting itself as the dominant one, it in turn served to discomfort the growing presence. Making her doubt herself all the more while ignoring her friends' protests until they eventually died down.
‘たぶん私は本当に少し休む必要があります…しかし、これがどういうわけか正しくないという感覚を止めることはできません…私は何かを忘れていますか？’ (Maybe I really do need some rest…but I can't stop the feeling that this isn't right somehow…am I forgetting something?)
“二人で大丈夫ですか？” (Are you two alright?!)
Unaware that they had already crested the hill at some point, Kyle lifts her head to find a strangely familiar woman dressed up in a kimono trotting up to them with haste in her step at the sight of the lone student lugging around a beaten up friend. Feeling a tinge of excitement at the possibility of encountering a close relative of her late mother.
Maybe a tad too excited considering the sudden warmth wrapping around her head with her cheeks taking on a flushed red coloration with renewed beads of sweat running down her forehead.
“ああ、あなたは今頭を打たなかったのですか？かわいそうな平木、ここで、あなたから彼を助けさせてください” (Oh dear, you didn't hit your head now did you? Poor Hiragi, here, let me help him off of you.)
“彼は元気です、平木はダウンタウンのパンクとトラブルに巻き込まれたので、私は彼に貸しました-kgh!” (O-Oh yeah, he’s fine, Hiragi got himself into trouble with some punks downtown so I lent him a-kgh!)
“あすか？あすか！親愛なる！あすかが困っている！” (Asuka? Asuka! Dear! Asuka's in trouble!)
‘でも私の名前は…あすかじゃないの？それは…私の名前は何ですか…体…とても重い…
‘ (But my name's…not Asuka? It’s…What's my name even…body…so heavy…)
Before her thoughts could even finish processing after the sharp sting piercing her cranium reaches it's peak, Kyle's feet gives way beneath her as her vision falls sharply to the side with the pain from her sore shoulders colliding with the asphalt barely felt through the overwhelming fire coursing through her brain, dilating pupils barely able to register the sight of an injured Hiragi limping to his feet while another man comes into view, this time being an exact replica of her late father…if he was born a Japanese man.
“起きていて、あすか！大丈夫です！” (Stay with me dear! It's going to be okay!)
The last thing she could see was the glaring light of the warm afternoon sun above as her body rose off the ground, gentle hands cradling her head, waist and legs as they ferried her off the road and in to the shelter of home until her heavy eyelids eventually shut despite the desperate shouts telling her not to…
Awakening in a vast void of empty white space, Kyle, or rather whatever was left of him, slowly rises to his feet. Stepping over the clouded ground and kicking up spouts of smoke towards what looked like a mirror, barely able to make out his reflection in the reflective surface before him…and what looked to be the dilapidated ruins of a dojo?
His mother’s family dojo! But before Kyle could move toward his goal, the structure slowly collapses in on itself, with the entire structure soon falling into ruin, leaving nothing behind as the tattered banners, shattered glass and rotted wood all turns into a fine dust that blows away in the wind.
He wanted to speak, to question where he was and what the collapse of the dojo meant, but he couldn’t even muster the strength to will his lips apart, feeling that same numbness spread over his entire body and sending him sprawling to the floor, barely able to stop his descent with a knee.
But there was something wrong with the way his body made impact with the ground; it was too jiggly…in all the wrong places. With heavy weights pulling down on his chest and a startling void between his legs, Kyle raises his head again toward the mirror, only to find a totally different reflection staring back at him; the reflection of a Japanese girl about 20 or so years younger than he was. But for every action he made, the girl in the mirror mimicked it perfectly.
Even worse, he could feel what she could feel; her hands against her heaving bosom and the way it sagged off her shoulders with the pull of gravity, the tickle of her fringe against her brow, the cool air against her sensitive skin free of blemishes and the way her massive hips shook from side to side as she struggled to get to her feet. Rubbing her soft lashes in disbelief, refusing to see the truth before her eyes.
‘これは本当のことではありません…なぜ私は話せないのですか…英語で考えてください！’ (This can’t be real…why can’t I speak…think in English?!)
Not giving her a chance to panic however, Asuka glances back at her reflection only to notice two figures standing behind her with their faces just out of sight; a man dressed in a business suit and a woman wearing a very familiar blouse.
Spinning around in shock, Asuka turns to face two very different people instead; a man wearing a raven black Haori over a coat and a young lady now sporting a distinctly familiar kimono with a face she could never forget.
But looking closer, Asuka’s eyes widened at the sight of the Japanese man sporting the face of Timothy, albeit with distinct signs that pointed to him never being born an American in the first place. Only for them to approach her with slim smiles on their faces as she stood there, paralyzed in shock and fear.
“リコ？母親？お父さん？！これはできません…ここで何が起こっているのですか？！” (R-Riko? Mother? Father?! This can’t be…what’s going on here?!)
Embracing her in a warm gentle hug, the phantoms of Asuka’s, and in turn; Kyle’s, parents calm their scared child, holding her warmly as her trembling figure eventually relaxes in their arms, raising her own to hug both her mother and father as the void slowly pulls them under the foggy surface, submerging into a deep blue expanse with a strangely soothing cacophony of voices ringing in her ears just as her eyes begin to shut once more with Kyle finally giving in to his new life as Asuka.
But for a moment there, the vague silhouettes of strange people could be seen above the surface of the murky depths, some with serene smiles on their faces, and others, particularly a gruff looking elder, with stern looks of approval.
“Welcome home…”
“おかえりなさい...”
A few days had passed since Asuka had fainted on that fateful afternoon after returning home from school with her childhood friend and senior at highschool; Hiragi, in her arms after scaring off the same group of delinquents that had been causing a ruckus in the ‘darker’ parts of Osaka.
Explained as a moderate case of dehydration, the doctor that tended to the unconscious Asuka that day had given her a pack of medicines to treat the following fever with fierce instructions by her mother to drink water at almost every hour of the day she spent bedridden.
Not even dehydration would prove strong enough to keep the energetic highschooler locked down for long, with Asuka returning to the energetic ball of activity her parents had inadvertently raised. Not like they would have it any other way of course. And soon enough, the incident would fade into distant memory as everyone carried on as per usual.
With their lives returning to normal once again, with Asuka spending her weekends hanging out with Hiragi at a cafe in Osaka, having the back breaking task of helping her study to make up for all the studying she should’ve been doing instead of running 10 laps around the neighborhood or working up an appetite in the forests that surrounded their houses atop the hillside outside the city considering they were lucky enough to be living as neighbors.
Though their time spent together was beginning to spur Asuka’s romantic side, igniting the flames of young romance and yearning for her older mentor figure. Sure, he couldn’t swing punches or send out bone breaking kicks like she could, but that only made the pairing in her mind that much sweeter. She could be the fiery edge to Hiragi’s cool temperament in the imaginary pairing already bubbling away in her mind as her eyes lingered on his for far too long, distracted from the lesson he was trying to give her about arithmetic as he turns to realize she wasn’t paying attention at all. Sighing as he taps her lightly on the forehead.
“本当にアスカ、あなたはあなたの教育にもっと考えを入れる必要がありますね？” (Really Asuka, you need to put more thought into your education y’know?)
“私は知っています...あなたは母のように聞こえ始めています...” (I know I know...you’re starting to sound like Mother…)
“彼女はただ心配している、それだけです！” (She’s just concerned is all!)
But right before the struggling tutor can steer his foolhardy student back on track, the table holding their drinks and study material comes apart as a bat smashes through the glass, sundering the sturdy oak as it splinters into tiny fragments with an ear splitting crash. Staring up into the leering eyes of the same gang of thugs that had beaten him up that day.
“あなた...” (You…)
“え〜ここにいる素敵な見物人。私たちと一緒にハングアップしてください、私たちはあなたにこの小さなたわごとがこれまでよりもはるかに良い時間を示すことができます-OOF!“ (Oh hoh~ Nice looker you’ve got here. Come hang with us babe, we can show you a much better time than this little shit ever co-OOF!)
Landing a punch over the jerks face with the sickening sound of breaking cartilage and broken teeth carrying the severity of the blow towards his lackeys, Asuka looks up in surprise towards Hiragi’s trembling fist, bloodied at the knuckles but still held strong and steady.
“あなたはそのようなたわごとをもう一度話すことさえ考えます、そして私はあなたにそれを嫌いな人に後悔させます！” (You even think about talking shit like that again and I'll make you regret it asshole!)
He didn’t know what he was doing, but the moment the gangster had made the mistake of leering at Asuka with those dirty eyes of his, Hiragi’s temper blew over like an inactive volcano coming back to life.
But before the ringleader can struggle to his feet, a blue blur whips by Hiragi, sending the impish man careening through the air while knocking the lights out of the three other witless fools who’d rushed forward to help him up, sending them sprawling with the wet sound of blood hitting the ground with the distinct pitter patter of broken teeth.
“ホットヘッドに来てください！次のラウンドに行くことができると思いますか？” (C’mon hothead! Think you can go for another round?)
It didn’t take much for Hiragi to understand what Asuka meant as he leapt over the broken storefront mirror to join her on the dance floor as she pumped her fist in the air with an eager smile on her cheerful face.
“週末の勉強会が進むと思っていた方法ではありません…” (Not the way I was expecting our weekend study session to go…)
“これらの嫌いな人を一掃しましょう…それなら今日の勉強をやめることができるかもしれません…後でお話ししたいことがあります。” (Let’s just get these assholes mopped up…then maybe we can ditch the studying for today…I’ve got something I wanna tell you later.)
“待って、あすか！どう言う意味ですか？“ (Wait, Asuka! What do you mean?)
Flipping an incoming thug onto his face before stomping down hard on his cranium, Asuka leaps into the fray as Hiragi parries a combatant of his own. Winking at him as she gets to work wiping out the last of the delinquent crew that had made the mistake of targeting the unlikely duo in a simple gesture towards her friend; If he wanted answers, he’d have to work for it.
Bashing the head of his oppressor in with a sturdy headbutt that left his ears ringing, Hiragi immediately begins to turn the tables now that the odds were in their favor, eager to figure out the meaning behind her cryptic words.
“あの女の子…相変わらずばかげている！” (That girl…as foolhardy as ever!)
THE END