The tentacles caught me. Anime Girl flew in, blasting tentacles snaking towards me. My katana swished through flesh, cutting them into spaghetti. Backed up against a wall, my clothes getting ripped off in pieces, the scarf snatched from my neck.

I saw my scarf fly off into the distance, my eyes tracking it for a precious moment. I hoped to see where the tentacles originated— but then my attention snapped toward a tickle on my thigh. A quick swish of my light blade severed the invader's path. Then my wrist moved and cut another three heading towards what was left of my bra. Then a downwards sweep towards my feet to stop the ones that encumbered my ankles.

My mental fatigue got me before my body gave out. Frustration built as the question of "where are the tentacles coming from?" overwhelmed my attention. When my attention was snapped back into reality, the reality became my body strung up and held taut, katana flying from my grip.

Using my strength I pulled against them, stretching them out, but not snapping the fleshy appendages. It's like taffy. Disgust flooded me, then fear as my thighs and stomach sensed oncoming attackers. 

[Ute!]

Bullets showered down, cutting me free. Above me flew Anime Girl, wearing a proper dress and proper knight's armor. I had no time to thank her, flicking my wrist to draw my katana, I felt a draft of wind.

Yeah, it happened too fast this time. I thought my clothes were stronger than this, but no. Now I'm just naked, again, despite using all that magic. The clothes conjured by my clothing spell were gone. And so, the sun warmed my body. 

The eyes of the public staring down from their urban dwellings shamed me. Killing myself isn't the answer. The thought did come though. What countered that was— this is a beautiful body, so they should be grateful! Unfortunately, that sort of confidence was foreign to me.

My idle thoughts tangled my mind as the tentacles tangled my body again. Katana falling from my grip, I struggled in vain. Bullets rained down from Anime Girl, and my body went slack, slipping from mid-air towards the pavement. A way out of this appeared in my head. I acted before I could think it over more.

"[Tornado!]"

Bursts of wind appeared from my outstretched hand, flinging my naked body high into the air. The city below me had thousands of people. Maybe more. Seven Mounts, all of them with high elevation, if they don't have binoculars they have magic binoculars I'm sure, and— that's it.

I don't care that I'm being attacked by tentacles from sources unknown. What's more important is clothing. Shutting my eyes, I imagined it. Clothing clothing clothing...

[Mate.]

Anime Girl butted into my imagination, handing me a staff. She pointed at it with a finger as she slipped in close, whispering the magic word in my ear. 

As I heard it, I understood. I understood, but that doesn't mean I need to follow it... right? My flimsy resistance melted as heard tentacles speed through the air.

"Ahhh!"

My voice slipped out. It just slipped out. I'm not scared of tentacles that teleport. Wait, teleporting tentacles?

Ah, goddamn, they snatched me again. I imagined the staff Anime Girl handed me. I'll say it. 

"[Busou.]"

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Cue magical girl sequence. I couldn't see it, eyes were shut, but, it felt fluffy. The sound effects had a ring of purity to them. A dress slipped over my body, armor weighed down my chest and waist, metal boots clasped to my ankles, a sense of evil thoughts blowing away with the wind as my eyes slid open.

I am a magical girl now. An Anime Girl Magical Girl. 

Where did I go wrong in life? 

Well— my endless dialogue of despair ramped up. Then plummeted. Huh? It's like a tsunami came, but there was to land to wreck. My memories are- no, wait, who am I, again?

Bullets poured near me, my eyes hardened as I looked at the girl in front of me. She's shooting at me. I've got to defend myself!

Then, something pulled my leg. I fell down, air rushing past, I caught a glimpse of beautiful city. Seven mountains, rivers running in between them. Starry eyed with wonder, my glittering soul filled with the purest intentions. What a wonderful place. I wonder what the townspeople are like, maybe I could make frie-

My head crashed into the pavement. Memories flooded back, and with that, a new form of shame. It's Anime Girl's transformation spell, I reasoned, so, I can't expect it to work out perfectly when I cast it. I have clothing.  That is what is important. 

I rose from my compromised position, flicked my wrist and swishing my katana around making piles of spaghetti. I'm not this hungry, but I am this desperate. My speed doubled, my mental acuity tripled. The mental fatigue I had from focusing on cutting tentacles evaporated, and the state I entered felt like being locked in.

Reminded me of driving a car. When driving a car, it's sort of automatic, but there's this understanding in the back of my mind that if I don't like I'll die. It doesn't stop me from driving forward. It's not a dramatic mental state, it's not peaceful. It's dialed in. Engaged.

I am engaging many tentacles with my katana right now. And my job feels akin to a lumberjack. This whole time using the katana one-handed felt natural. Now, both hands gripped the long sword, and my movement flowed.

Elation filled me as I carved a path through the tentacles. My awareness doubled, as if a lock on signal popped up when a tentacle slid into vision. Bullets sliced tentacles outside my range, freeing up space for me to cut even faster. Both hands united with my legs movement, the ground shaking and cracking as my whole body levered around the katana.

Is this, swordsmanship? I couldn't tell. Even more than that, there wasn't a question in my mind of what I was doing. No, this is 'doing' itself. I am the doing. The state intensified, targets were labeled and chopped infinitely. Time and space disappeared, and my vision lacked new targets.  Tentacles flopped all over the riverbank.  

[Soukou!]

A missle sped from above into the river. A bubble of light blue expanded on top of the dark blue river, then orange and red shined within. A spray of greyish water erupted. Clearing, a Heavy Object appeared on the other riverbank.

The 'Heavy Object.' When I looked at it, that's all I could see. My vision sort of blanked looking at it, like my mind couldn't process it, but the words 'Heavy Object' kept popping up everytime I did.

I can't look at it directly. Damn. Wait, couldn't that spell work? [Uiharu]. 

No reason to cast it out loud. I activated the spell, holding it for a couple seconds to avoid side effects. [Uiharu] should only work for temperature, but since I made the spell, I figured it might be able to maintain my mental state as well. My wild guess was right. Holding [Uiharu] on for a few seconds and staring at the Heavy Object revealed it.

As [Uiharu] toggled off, I had a faint outline left. My memory of the real name was gone, and the real appearance. I saw something. The Heavy Object was now registering in my mind as 'Moon Elf.'

I rushed across the water towards the outline. It faded as I swung. Something hit my neck. Ow. I turned around to see the faint outline draw back in surprise, then another hit to my neck. It's a neck chop. This happened eighteen more times before I realized the Moon Elf was trying to knock me out.

It wasn't working. A missile swooshed in from above, triggering as the metal lump hit my forehead square on. 

The blast consumed my body, squinting my eyes through the blast I saw the Moon Elf flying. I caught a glimpse of fabulous long blonde hair before the Moon Elf evaporated.

Checking the area, turning from side to side with katana at the ready, vigilance. I made sure there wasn't a single tentacle in sight. Anime Girl floated down, holding a scarf, a missile launcher, and a small business card. 

"Is it over?"

I asked her out loud. What was that? Homunculi lord? No, Moon Elf. Psychic. Ninja. Psychic Ninja Moon Elves are real?! What the fuck. No, no, no! Not the psychic ninja moon elves goddamn. I genuflected on the ground, sword clattering from my grip.

A scarf wrapped around my neck, warming it. Anime Girl's gloved hand ran through my hair, lightly touching my scalp. I'm quieting down. Anime Girl made reassuring noises. I gladly accepted them. The card. Anime Girl was holding a card. Along with the missile launcher, a card. A brown and yellow card.