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Norika sighed in a mixture of relief and despair as her personal tutor departed for the day. Unlike her beloved brother who had always excelled in his studies, she had always struggled, often failing to grasp even basic concepts in math, science, and literature. In the past, her dear Kaito had helped her whenever he could, giving her the advice and encouragement she so desperately longed for. Her actual tutors, on the other hand, seemed more interested in berating her, disparaging her every effort, and never holding back in expressing their frustration at her lack of progress. In fact, it seemed like the only reason her parents continued to fund her lessons was so that she would have a constant reminder of just how utterly pathetic and worthless she really was… 

[color=LightBlue]“Oh Kaito…”[/color] Norika whispered as she pressed her delicate hands against her chest and the ray gun pendant hidden under her clothes. [color=LightBlue]“I-I wish you were still here…”[/color]

Fighting back tears, the frail young woman looked up at her ornate wall clock. It was almost time. School had just let out, and although Norika’s feeble constitution had always prevented her from attending classes, her new membership in Rei’s “Detention Club” necessitated a visit to Hibusa High for her inaugural club meeting. Although a part of her found the idea of spending an entire meeting simply socializing with her fellow club mates to be tedious in the extreme, another part of her couldn’t help but be intrigued by the thought of actually going to a school for the first time in her life. Plus, if the previous night’s fiasco of a meal was anything to go by, there was no telling what interesting surprises might present themselves. Thus, after taking a deep breath, Norika called upon the vast power stored within her pendant, allowing it to once again transform her into…

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Slipping out of her palatial home, The Neon Tempest leapt from rooftop to rooftop, relishing the strength and vitality her magical girl form provided. The invisibility from mundane eyes was an added benefit, although Nyxia didn’t really care if people could see her or not. After all, it wasn’t as though they could recognize her, in any case. Yes, being like this was worlds removed from her everyday life as weak, pitiful Norika, and she often found herself lamenting the fact that she would eventually have to return to that depressing existence. Still, that was an issue for the future. Right now, in the blissful interlude between the suffocating control of her parents and Rei’s club, she was truly [i]free,[/i] free to celebrate the joy of having a body that actually [i]worked,[/i] a body that was strong, agile, and beautiful. Performing a series of somersaults, splits, handstands, and impromptu pole dances on her gigantic death ray, Nyxia laughed with wild abandon as she made her way to Hibusa High. 

Although she had never been to the school before, she still knew its general location, and soon enough, she came within sight of its sprawling campus. Jumping onto the roof of the main building, she sprinted along until she was over the club room Rei had marked on the map she’d provided. Dropping off the roof, The Neon Tempest made a three-point landing, before slipping in through the half-open window. As it happened, she hadn’t been the first to arrive.

[color=Aquamarine]“Well, well, if it isn’t Suki, shittiest chef in the whole fucking world,”[/color] Nyxia greeted. [color=Aquamarine]“Bring any snack monsters for me to feed my precious baby?”[/color] she inquired with a smirk, while gently caressing her death ray. [color=Aquamarine]“And just who the fuck might [i]you[/i] be?”[/color] The Neon Tempest added as she turned her attention to the gloomy-looking girl next to Suki. [color=Aquamarine]“The club mascot?”[/color]