The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps of the heavy curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I opened my eyes slowly, the remnants of a peaceful dream fading into the recesses of my mind. My ribs still ached, but the pain was more of a dull throb compared to yesterday. I tried to push myself upright, only to hiss as my injuries flared up and pulled me back down.

Taking a second to slowly catch my breath, I gingerly stretched out, reveling in the warmth of my bed for a few moments before carefully and slowly pulling myself into a sitting position. As I did so, a soft chime echoed in my mind, and I was greeted by the all-too-familiar HUD overlay. A subtle notification popped into view.

> Synchronization Level: 1 → 2

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> Mana Capacity Increased: 100 → 102

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> Calculating average mana regeneration base rate: 6 units per hour.

The notification was accompanied by a slight surge of energy, a tingling sensation that coursed through my body. I blinked, taken aback.

"Rai-chan?" I mumbled, rubbing my temples.

Her voice resonated through my mind. "Good morning, Ikki. I trust you slept well, considering our eventful day yesterday."

"Eventful is an understatement," I murmured. "What's this about our synchronization level?"

A small holographic screen materialized in front of me displaying my vitals and key info again as Rai-chan's voice resonated in my head. "Your synchronization levels refers to our relative connection and compatibility, which naturally increases as your capacity for utilization increases. As we grow more in tune with each other, and you hone your spiritual and mental capacity, our synchronization level will naturally increase."

I blinked a few times, processing her words. "So… that's just a quantifiable representation of magical power, which increased in one day? Still, an incremental increase of two points of mana seems… pretty underwhelming."

"Well, you can't expect to become an archmage overnight. It's a process, Ikki," she stated flatly.

"I suppose," I muttered, still feeling slightly disgruntled. "But why only two points?"

"Ah, please allow me to elucidate. Generally speaking, magic that can be found on Terra is rooted in functions core to existence and life itself. To be more specific, spiritual capacity follows patterns rooted in what humans refer to as 'sacred geometries'. As you harness and grow your soul's mana capacity, I predict that you'll experience growth that follows an asymptotic Fibonacci progression of sorts, before leveling off logarithmically," Rai-chan explained smoothly.

I frowned, trying to process the onslaught of information. "You're talking in roundabout nonsense here, Rai-chan. So, you're saying... my magic growth is going to rapidly grow, then slow down, eventually? Is that correct?"

"In simple terms, yes," she replied. "As we become more in sync, the rate and capacity at which you can harness and utilize mana will increase, along with new functions. However, it's essential to note that while your mana pool might grow, you won't necessarily have the innate knowledge or skill to wield traditional magic."

I sighed, raking a hand through my hair. "I guess I won't be shooting fireballs or summoning storms anytime soon?"

Rai-chan's tone took on a hint of amusement. "Unlikely. Moreover, I do have unfortunate news with regards to that. Even if you were to try traditional magic, my presence acts as a filter to your mana. While I can enhance some capabilities, I can also inhibit others. Traditional magic also requires a foundation that takes years to master. My existence allows you to bypass some steps, but you will probably never master the intricacies of, let's say, temperature manipulation. I am more of a conduit to directly access and apply your mana directly."

I took a moment to process that. "To reiterate and clarify - does that mean that while I can't perform traditional spells, I can still use magic now in my own unique way because of you?"

"That is correct. But do remember, your current mana capacity is still relatively low. Even with my assistance, your capabilities are limited. At least for now," Rai-chan added.

I nodded slowly, digesting everything. It was a strange idea that I would be able to do anything remotely similar to the Terrans. The whole circumstance where I'd stumbled into Rai-chan was still weirding me out. Someone — likely in Sisyphus, had made sure that she would fall into my hands. But why?

I knew I was one of the first young prospects chosen to study across the portal in a cultural exchange, but how did they know where I would be at that time and place? In a fucked up slaver kidnapping no less? I didn't exactly take Rai-chan's word at face value over it, but for now, I had to make the assumption that the AI was sincere about her memory being sealed or wiped.

There was no use dwelling on that for now, so I filed away my sudden surge of intrusive thoughts.

"Alright… Well, speaking of magic, just how common is it for people in Terra to use it? I know Jae was a high-ranking military guy before he stepped away, but most of the Terrans I've seen around don't use it willy nilly like him."

"The use of magic in Terra is rather prevalent," Rai-chan explained. "However, there is a notable divide between what is accessible to the public and the elite. The old aristocratic mage families of Terra, the ones who have passed down their secrets for generations, are known to hoard particular magics to themselves. There is a noted effect where proliferation of certain magics — most notably divination and probability magic dilutes their potency. For the general public, though, common magic where potency dilution doesn't have a significant impact has been integrated into magitech systems, making them more accessible."

I tried to wrap my head around that. "Let me get this straight. You're saying that the elite have their secret brand of magic while the rest of the population makes do with what's available through technology? That sounds pretty unfair."

Rai-chan continued, "Yes, but it's a system born out of necessity. A system which underpins Terran society, even. Those families believe that certain magics, when made public, would become virtually useless. So, they've struck a balance. The history of magic on Terra is a complicated one, fraught with treachery and compromises."

"Then I assume it's all going to be about power and politics in the end," I mused aloud. "That… sounds like a pain. Hopefully I can stay out of it when I'm over there."

"That may be an accurate presumption. As you may or may not have learned in the curriculum here, Terra and Earth had remarkably similar histories until approximately 1258 Anno Domini. Small groups of Chaos Beasts began to appear all across Terra, forcing nation-states across the world to band together to combat the threat. That was also when the mages of old — that is, the families that had been forced into hiding came forth from the shadows to assist mankind once more."

"Why were they hiding in the first place? Was it because of their magic?" I asked.

Rai-chan's tone was matter-of-fact as she replied, "Yes, the ones the Terrans now hold in high esteem as the Old Families were once esteemed and sought after for their powers. But over time, as empires grew and western religious beliefs solidified, their existence became inconvenient for those in power. They were persecuted, branded as witches and heretics. The gift of magic that had once been their strength became their curse. They were driven underground, and many of their secrets were lost to time. The mages of the east fared little better, but at least they had the option to choose seclusion to cultivate their arts as the Tang Empire fractured."

I pondered this for a moment. The pain of it all was overwhelming. "So, they were shunned for their gifts, only to step forward when the world was threatened on an existential level."

"It's a recurring theme in human history regardless of the world," Rai-chan remarked. "Those who are different are often feared and persecuted, only to be sought after in times of need. After the Aberrations were repelled, the old mage families found themselves in a position of power once more. But with power came politics. Recently, as magitech was developed and became more widespread, many of the Old Families began forming alliances with the emerging magitech tycoons. It became a dance of power and influence, a tenuous balance that still holds to this day."

I scratched my chin, mulling over what I'd just learned. "So, how did all these Magical Girls from Terra come into play then? Was that born out of efforts by Terran magitech engineers through some sort of genetic experimentation? Or is that tied into whatever's going on with these snobby mages of old?"

Rai-chan took a moment before responding. "The emergence of the Mahou Shoujo remains one of the great mysteries of Terra. The information regarding their origin and their true nature has never been adequately explained. There are numerous theories, some speculating that they were gifts from the very fabric of the universe itself, a response to the immense existential peril Terra faced. Others believe they might indeed be tied to those Old Families as a sort of grand ritual enacted out of desperation. One thing is for certain — if traditional magic was involved, the ones responsible had never come forth or left a public record of what precisely happened."

"But one thing is for certain," she continued, "The first Magical Girl transformations began to occur approximately two centuries ago during the First Chaos War, when Chaos Beasts suddenly began to proliferate worldwide and nearly wiped out civilization itself on Terra. The seemingly random phenomenon of young, idealistic girls transforming into mighty warriors shifted the tides of the war, enabling humanity to reclaim their world from the clutches of these beasts. The daughters of Terra fought, bled, and died in tragic numbers, but their struggle kept the flame of hope alive."

I bit my lips. "So, these Magical Girls... They weren't always around on Terra. And when they did appear, they effectively saved the world," I murmured, thinking about the legions of Terran soldiers who had come to Earth's aid. Realizing these heroes had once been on the brink of absolute annihilation was sobering.

"Indeed," Rai-chan replied. "While their origins remain a mystery, their impact on the world is undeniable. Today, the Magical Girls represent hope, strength, and the unwavering spirit of resistance against insurmountable odds."

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I exhaled slowly. I had always been a bit fuzzy about what exactly was going on with the Terrans, and that was a lot of history to take in before breakfast. But my mind couldn't linger there too long. I had more immediate concerns.

"Speaking of spirit and resistance," I said, trying to steer the conversation back to practical thoughts, "is there a way to actively improve this synchronization thing between us? I mean, if it's going to give me other convenient magical abilities like that Analyze ability you gave me or something, I'd like to work on it."

"Your desire for self-improvement is commendable," Rai-chan's voice intoned in my head. "Increasing your synchronization rank is a multifaceted process. It involves honing your mental focus, emotional balance, and physical condition. It's not unlike the disciplined training of a martial artist seeking harmony between mind, body, and spirit."

"Martial arts, huh?" I reflected on Dad's rigorous albeit basic and practical self-defense sessions. "Well, I'm no stranger to working at something like that."

"Indeed. However, don't underestimate the complexity of this undertaking," Rai-chan cautioned. "Your efforts in other areas of life contribute to your overall synchronization. Learning, experiencing, and growing in your understanding of the world and yourself are all part of the process. However, spiritual epiphanies and awakenings through personal growth could expedite your development."

My thoughts drifted to my impending move to Terra. School there would be different, a new start. "Then I suppose going to school in St. Antonia's, getting settled in, and learning their ways... it might help with all this as a byproduct?"

"Possibly," she responded. "Exposure to Terran culture and magic should provide you with a broader perspective and new experiences. These, in turn, could aid in our synchronization."

"Alright. Got it." I chuckled, but a part of me was serious. "And what about now? Should I start meditating or something?"

"Meditation is one exercise that can help," Rai-chan concurred. "But there's no need to force a paradigm shift in your daily routine. Incorporate small changes. Mindfulness when you're working on a task, awareness during your physical training, reflection after a day's experiences."

That sounded doable. Small steps towards something greater. I could manage that.

I glanced around my room, the thoughts of Terra making me acutely aware of my immediate need for preparation. "I guess I should start getting my stuff together and packing for the move. Stationery, supplies... anything else I should be thinking about?"

"What matters to you the most as you depart, and an open mind," Rai-chan suggested cryptically. "Sometimes, the most significant barriers to progress are the ones we place on ourselves."

I nodded, absorbing her advice as I stared at the silver chrysanthemum charm Izumi had given me.

"Izumi…" I murmured. It was a reminder of home and a symbol of our bond. Going to Terra would be exciting, but leaving her and the family behind on Earth… would be tough.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. "Hey, Rai-chan… do you know if there's anything like a communication device between the two worlds? I mean, I want to be in touch with my family. I know people have set up some kind of courier system for cities right across portals and whatnot."

The AI's tone was slightly hesitant. "Unfortunately, the connection between Earth and Terra is highly difficult due to the dimensional gap. There are no known methods for efficient communications across the portal."

I felt a pang of sadness. "So, it might be difficult to stay in constant touch with them?"

"That may be the case," Rai-chan confirmed. "However, the Terran government and Earth authorities are working on improving your communication gap, especially with improving relations. But for the time being, you might have to rely on less frequent and perhaps more traditional means of communication. Letters, for instance, have made a significant comeback for interworld correspondences."

"Writing letters…" I mused. The idea did have an old-fashioned charm to it. "Well, I guess there's a certain appeal to it. And it would give me something to look forward to."

"That's one way to see it," Rai-chan added.

Taking a deep breath, I felt a new sense of resolve. Being so far from family and familiar surroundings would be hard, but it was also a chance to grow.

As I started gathering items around my room, my eyes wandered to a notebook on my desk that I had scribbled in during my downtime. My own doodles and sketches — fleeting thoughts and concepts filled its pages. Picking it up, I flipped through the pages — my mind was racing in excitement at the prospect of exploring the city beyond.

"Rai-chan," I began, holding the notebook in my hand, "One more thing… is there anything about the culture or art of Terra I should know? I've heard that Terran art is pretty unique."

She paused momentarily before answering, "Terra has a rich history of art that combines both the mystical and the mundane. There's a deep appreciation for both the ethereal beauty of magic and the raw emotion of humanity. Their art forms range from traditional painting and sculpture to more magical-based mediums, like illusionary art and living sculptures. Some of the artwork even interacts with the viewer or evolves over time. I believe your creative inclinations might find Terra's art world both fascinating and inspiring. In addition, the introduction of mundane Earth technology has initiated a sort of digital renaissance."

I smiled, thinking of the possibilities. "Sounds like there's a lot to learn and appreciate. Thanks for the heads up."

"I'm here to assist and inform, within the bounds of my limitations," Rai-chan replied.

Just as I was about to continue, a savory aroma wafted through the air, pulling me from my reverie. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that breakfast was waiting for me downstairs.

"Okay, hold that thought," I muttered.

With the notebook clutched in hand, I made my way to the dining room.

Dad was there, serving up what looked like scrambled eggs and toast. The smell was a comforting blend of garlic, butter, and fresh bread — it made my mouth water. Despite our circumstances and the limited food options out here, Dad always managed to have something hearty ready in the morning.

"Morning, Ikki," Dad greeted with a broad smile. "I hope you're hungry."

"Always am," I responded, taking a seat and setting my notebook aside. "This smells amazing, Dad. Thanks."

He chuckled, placing a plate in front of me. "You're welcome. Just a little something to start the day right."

"By the way," Dad said after a moment, wiping his hands on a cloth, "I need you to pick up some supplies from the market later. Think you can handle that?"

"Sure thing," I nodded, finishing up my last piece of toast. "Anything specific?"

Dad listed a few essentials – some canned goods, bread, and, if possible, fresh vegetables. "With the city slowly getting on its feet these days, there might be more stuff available than before. Just grab what you can within budget. I left some cash in the shopping bag next to the coat rack."

"I got it," I assured him, mentally preparing myself for the task.

The marketplace wasn't too far away, but in a place like this, even a simple errand could become an adventure.

A tiny, high-pitched yawn interrupted our conversation, and a disheveled Izumi dragged her feet into the room in a set of worn-down blue pajamas. Her hair was an unkempt mess, dark circles under her eyes evident even from where I sat.

She slumped into the chair next to me, face buried in her crossed arms on the table. "Morning," she mumbled, voice laced with exhaustion.

"Late night, Zumi?" I teased, nudging her gently.

"Shut it, brainiac," she grumbled, her voice gravelly with sleep. "Just had a weird dream. Felt like I was boxing with shadows or something."

She stretched her arms wide, yawning again. "Wasn't like your screaming nightmares or anything, but I don't even remember half of it."

I frowned slightly, noting the subtle signs of her exhaustion and stress that went beyond just a poor night's sleep. I knew she was tough and resilient, but seeing her this worn out worried me. "You okay, sis? You look like you've been through the wringer."

My sister shot me a glare, before rolling her eyes. "Gee, thanks. Nice to know I look like trash in the morning."

I laughed, raising my hands in defense. "Didn't say that! I'm just... concerned. If you aren't feeling well, you should take it easy today."

She sighed, stealing a piece of toast from my plate. "You're one to talk with the bruised ribs. I'll be fine. Just need to wake up properly, that's all." She took a bite, looking a bit more awake with every chew. "By the way, don't forget we have to move the last of the boxes from storage later."

I groaned, remembering the task at hand. "Right. I'll help you with that after I run the errands for Dad. Think we can make a game out of it? Fastest one to move their boxes gets the last can of peach slices?"

Izumi smirked, mischief in her eyes. "You're on, slowpoke."

She stuck out her tongue at me in response, a hint of playfulness gleaming in her eyes despite her gruff demeanor.

Dad placed a plate in front of her, and her eyes lit up. "Thanks, pops!" she said, beaming as her irritation cleared up.

Watching her devour her breakfast with her usual gusto caused me to just… smile. It was hard to believe that my little firecracker of a baby sister had grown up so quickly, coming into her own person with her little quirks and strengths.

She caught me staring and raised an eyebrow, her mouth full of scrambled eggs. "What?" she mumbled, some crumbs escaping her mouth.

"Nothing," I grinned, taking a sip of water. "I'm just proud of my annoying little shit of a baby sister."

She huffed, looking away, a faint blush on her cheeks. "You're such a sap sometimes, you know that?"

I laughed, tousling her hair a bit, earning a playful swat on my arm in response. "Yeah, yeah. Honestly, I just want to make sure you're okay. With all the big life changes we've gone through, things haven't been easy, you know?"

Her gaze softened, and she sighed. "I know, I know. I'm fine, Ikki. Also, I've just been... thinking about things. Like how much has changed, the new surroundings, and how you're going away soon, and how something terrible could've happened to you and dad if that Shikome person hadn't shown up. It's just… everything."

I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey, we're going to be okay. All of us. I promise. And even though I'll be far away, you'll always be in my thoughts."

She smiled faintly, chewing on her lower lip, a habit she did when she was thoughtful. "Promise you'll write to me every week?"

I chuckled, "Every week? You're really going to make me work, aren't you?"

She grinned, that familiar spark returning to her eyes. "I'm just kidding. I know we can't afford that. But do try to send one once in a while. Otherwise, I'll come to Terra myself and kick your butt."

I laughed heartily, the atmosphere lightening considerably. "I have no doubt you would. But please do be careful too and take care of dad, okay? I don't need to come back and find out you've started a revolution or something."

She gave an exaggerated salute, swallowing down the last of her breakfast. "No promises, big bro."

My smile lingered as I cleaned my plate and rose to help Dad with the dishes. Life had thrown so many curveballs at us, and we'd always managed to face them together. The promise of a new adventure on Terra was thrilling, but the idea of leaving my family was bittersweet.

With breakfast done and the sun steadily climbing the sky, I felt a familiar stir of excitement for the day ahead.

I began mentally organizing the day's tasks. As I rinsed the last plate, Izumi playfully nudged me with her elbow.

"Hey," she whispered, mischief in her voice, "How 'bout this instead. I bet I can finish the boxes before you're back from the errands. Put the slices on the line."

I smirked, setting the plate down. "Challenge accepted, pipsqueak."

She smiled, her face full of determination. "You're gonna lose, and I'm going to enjoy every bite of those peach slices."

I chuckled, drying my hands. "We'll see about that. Just remember, you promised to take it easy today. No overexerting yourself."

Izumi rolled her eyes dramatically. "Yes, Mom," she teased with a pout.

I gave her a mock stern look, pointing a finger at her. "You better listen, or else."

"Or else what?" she challenged with a grin.

I grabbed her in a gentle headlock, ruffling her hair as she squirmed and laughed. "Or else you'll get more of this," I warned playfully.

She elbowed me lightly in the stomach, freeing herself. "Alright, alright, I get it," she giggled, brushing her hair back in place.

I patted her head affectionately. "Good. And remember, even though I won't be around for a while, you can always talk to Dad or anyone else if you need help or just need to vent."

She nodded, her eyes soft. "I know, big bro. And the same goes for you, okay? You better not bottle things up on Terra. Promise?"

I held out my pinky, and she hooked hers with mine, sealing our pact. "Promise."

Underneath all was a shared understanding of the challenges we'd faced growing up and the love that bound us. I knew she'd always have my back, just as I'd always have hers.

After our quick clean-up, I grabbed my notebook and dropped it into the shopping bag. Then, I threw my black leather jacket on and readied myself for the errands. Before heading out, I glanced back, catching Izumi's eye. She gave me a thumbs-up with a confident smile on her face.

With one last chuckle and a determined spirit, I scooped up dad's orange nylon shopping bag in one hand stepped out into the morning sun, ready to tackle the day ahead.