School. School school school. Such an odd creature - get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, school school school. I have to wonder - is this truly how the life of a Magical Girl begins? Witches are born, Magical Girls are created to destroy them, it all generates energy to stave off the destruction of the universe. That's how Kyubei described it - sure, Magical Girls can get hurt and die, but it's all for the greater good.
I have to wonder at his reasoning. The Greater Good, huh? Perhaps my wish was selfish. Or perhaps the entire thing is selfish - Self-Preservation, the law that governs all life. I stare down at the desk beneath me - I know, now, that if I wanted to I could crush it to pieces. I could tear it apart with my bare hands.
I look at my classmates; I could do the same to them. I give a small chuckle - such a morbid thought, and yet it is unavoidable. I can't help but contemplate exactly how much power I have now - how much power I've been given. 'With Great Power comes Great Responsibility' - that from that Spider Man series. From what the internet says, the entire Marvel - or was it DC? - universe is sixteen different shades of fucked up.
I am asked a question. I happily chirp the answer - 364 - and rediect my attention to my math book. So much math, so many numbers, and yet the universe is governed by so many more. Countless Counts, so many numbers it's numberless.
Oh look, PE. I dislike changing in front of people - who wouldn't, I wonder, before thinking of the internet and realizing that I'm being narrow-minded yet again. I briefly realize - this is my first school day as a Magical Girl. In fact, it hasn't even been twenty-four hours yet since I became one.
Maybe I should show off? We're running, today, which means that I could show up everyone in the school - easily. But no, that'll attract attention. Just as well - popularity, and all the horrible things that come with it, isn't something I want to have to deal with.
Still, as we run, I maintain a fast pace - I'm third place, jogging, and even near the end, when everyone else is exhausted or uses what remains of their energy to sprint the rest of the way, I'm as fine as ever. Feels a little refreshing, actually - this is hardly the first time I've ever run, but it is the first time I haven't hated it. I suppose this is one of the perks to being Mahou Shoujo.
Oh, is the day over already? I suppose so. Now where shall I go? Perhaps I'll find an abandoned courtyard - find some place to test my abilities. It wouldn't be the first time I arrived late home, and from now on I'm sure I'll be arriving even later than usual.
Take the train, hold onto the little hooks - what are those called, anyway? - try not to let any perverts grab me. I doubt it'll happen - after all, that kind of stuff only ever happens in hentai and fiction, right? - but I can never be too careful, and frankly, my sense of romanticism isn't tuned in the direction of high-schoolers and fifty-year old men. Unless they're siblings - or one is actually a supernatural beast.
I giggle, slightly, at the thought - I'm a Mahou Shoujo, wouldn't I count as part of the supernatural? Heehee, maybe I just need to become friends with Kyon - poor man needs to get away from that nutjob Haruhi. Then we can all enjoy the supernatural together - me, Kyon, Nagato, maybe Mikuru? Oh! Oh! I know! Wait, what did I know? I can't remember. I'm at my stop anyway; walk, walk, walk, one foot in front of the other, always make sure that you retain your balance, and, oh yeah, tighten the scarf because it's cold.
Now, where's a good place - Ah! An abandoned warehouse! It'll be a convenient place to train AND I may get the beat the shit out of some hooligans! Win-Win!
Step, step, step; the air is old, musty, the walls dillapidated and covered in shit - graffitti, dirt, actual shit - I don't see any hooligans, though/ I do see a door to another area, but as I go through, I see nothing - oh well. I suppose I'll find some ways to make this place more appropriate later - perhaps some kind of training mat?
My voice echoes through the room, my mind having found no other words that would seem appropriate without being corny and stupid. Almost immediately, I find myself in a rather cute-looking outfit, though I do note that it's rather skimpy as well - perhaps I should've gone with something more conservative? Ah, no matter.
"Swords, swords, swords! Hill of Swords, Gate of Babylon, Macross Sword Massacre! Muahahaha!!"
Within moments, the swords have pierced the wall a dozen times over, and I grin madly at the sight - before wincing as I realize just how many damn holes there are in the wall. Oh well, suppose I'll just to knock that down later - at least it leads into another room instead of the outside.
But, I suppose all good things must come to an end - I need to find a Witch, right? Now how do I - oh, yes, just bunch up these muscles here, jump against that wall right there, and-!
I'm on the roof! Awesome! Now if only I could get over the paranoid fear that I'm about to fall off. No, seriously, I look at the ground from up here and I feel like I'll go splat if I stand even a meter from the damn ledge.
Huh. Maybe this wasn't such a smart idea.