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"RUN!"

"I clearly don't understand the amalgamation of this setting!!"

The setting was space. The reality's motif was magic. How those two aspects were able to meld together into a single melting pot, God Knows. In the end, the protagonist still could not understand what dangerous situation she got herself into.

Simply put, she was a Magical Girl who only wanted to see an Acupuncture.

Fundamentally, she was a young spirited girl with super magical powers. Her job involves too much flying around with winged boots and beating up monsters on a daily basis.So of course her muscles and joints would be sore at the end of the day. The heroine ignored it at first, but over time the stress in her body increased. Now, she felt like she regretted running 26 miles for nothing. And she wasn't trying to enter the Olympics or whatever.

So without further ado, this is her story to cure muscle pain.

"Wait! Wait! A-aren't you an Acupuncturist!? H-how come you have a Celestial Shield!? Th-that's a Legendary Class item solely meant to reflect evil laser beams only Demon King class bosses could use!"

"I used to be an adventurer like you... until I had an arrow to the--"

"Oh give me a break!"

The Magical Girl felt vulnerable. Maybe it's because she forcefully stripped herself bare to let the therapist pin needles all over the nerve points in her back. Maybe it's because the acupuncture's shop was blown open by a god from the Cthulhu Dark Space Mythos.

Or the fact that these monster and men completely ignored a naked woman covered in only a 130 cm long beach towel.

"Get back little girl. Let the doctor handle this this problem!"

"You're a therapist. Not a doctor. Even if you have a PhD in some other subject like Archaeology or even Biology, the meaning is not the same. Please clarify your title more!"

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"Little girl. Do you want me to save you or let that tentacle beast have it's way with your body?"

"Don't you dare lower that celestial shield!"

The Therapist in question was a soldier. Or used to be. He once served in the Kingdom's Marine Corp, deployed in missions to fight against the Orc Invasion, and to subjugate the uprising of the Gryphon Confederacy.

Through his years of service, he eventually was chosen to be one of the Seven Numbered Heroes meant to destroy a space god that was planning to devour the Earth.

Of course that was about 30 years ago.

He's retired now, with a wife and five children and a harpy pet (husband says pet, wife says mistress). After settling down, he took up acupuncture as a hobby--Er, occupation to raise his family, sending his children to college (military academy??).

However, every now and then he would take the time to regale his patients of his heroic deeds, showing off his proud Celestial Shield that was always kept polished - twice a day.

"HELLO!? MR. ACUPUNCTURE!? WHAT ABOUT ME!? I CAN STILL FEEL THE TENDONS TWISTING IN MY CALVES! NO MAN I SAVE WOULD LOOK AT ME AS IF MY LIMBS WERE TAKEN OVER BY AN ALIEN PARASITE!"

"In a minute little girl. This grown up has to demolish this mimic of an Azathoth that crushed his store. Do you not know how much retirement money I put into building this 5 by 10 meter shack!?"

"And do you not know how many piggy banks I had to murder just to pay for the first phase of this treatment! Either get rid of that thing in 10 seconds or figure out a method to cure my chronic pain! I only have a certain time lot booked for you before another monster of the day takes over another innocent girl with another broken heart!"

"Seriously. Kids today worry too much about their d*mn money."

"That's because we don't have ongoing pensions that could cover all of your living expenses through your 100+ year life time. Frankly, it p*sses me off my job as a Magical girl don't have benefits like medical or even a dental plan!"

The Magical girl in only a towel felt ticked off. Her body joints were starting to act up again, and it was to the point where she definitely needed to rely on therapy just to function. Like a nurse or caregiver with 30+ years of experience, all those daring movements were slowly catching up to their backs and wrists.

Also, the heroine was worried if her years of savings would be thrown into the void that was the mouth of this Mimic-Azathoth creature.

"... Mr. Acupuncture. Please do something."

"One second. Celestial Shield, release your might and punish the evil! HOLY BARRIER MIRROR FORCE! BASHAAAA!"

"I'm serious. E-even if you tell me to save yourself, my body is starting to lock up from Arthritis! I'll just scream every time I move an shoulder, wrist, or elbow - so hiding is not an option for me!"

"Seriously, kids are so annoying this time period."

"Well 90% of your clients are people aging from 14 – 20 that are chosen to save the god-d*mn universe full of ungrateful b*tches who toss garbage on the street everyday! Please deal with it!"

"BACK TO THE PITS THAT SPAWNED YOU DEMON! UNITED SHIELDS OF--"

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!?"

The life of a hero was always hard work. Whether you were a man in tights, masked rider, magical girl, or even a Navy SEALs or US Marine, the job description always came with long-term negatives. Please check your health coverages.