With the chirping of crickets, a completely ordinary day in a completely ordinary school of Tokyo began.

The bell signaling the beginning of lessons rang and the various classrooms descended down into silence from the loud chatter that engulfed them before.

Shinjiku was the center of Tokyo, yet despite the schools placement in that ward, there was still enough greenery and trees around the school to make it indistinguishable from any other typical Japanese High School.

The lessons that day were long, tiresome, typically overly complex in their nature and overall just boring.

And perhaps that would be the end of it. A short description of a typical place, slightly atypically placed in the center of it all with nothing to show for it but its also typical high school student population.

Except…

{Man… Lessons sure take way too long these days. Though it’s probably a good thing, since the alternative is far worse than that.} Thought a particularly atypical high school girl sitting close to the back of the class and right beside the window.

Nothing whatsoever was out of the ordinary other than that.

Classroom 2-D that this particular girl sat in was facing the specialized sports field that the school had with all the equipment ready for football, tennis and (with a bit of changes done to the field) even baseball.

Life was certainly slowly crawling at its typical leisurely pace with nothing whatsoever of note happening. Or… it would at least seem so to the high school girl at the back of the class.

And so… the classes ended and everything was over in regards to school. Except homework.

Homework was always a pain for anyone going through school at least once.

The chatter filled the classroom of the 2nd year class D again. With friend groups of all sorts having conversations.

While the divisions between the “cool guys”, “the pervy nerds” and “the bad mannered girls” was present as always, it was not necessarily that either of those groups was as pretty or ugly as thought of stereotypically. Especially given the fact that were “just groups of friends” not bound by such crazy anime-inspired segregation lines.

Nonetheless, with the girl slowly packing up her belongings in her standard-issue school bag and heading for the exit, her sitting arrangement was finally made clear and irrefutable sense.

She had zero contact with her classmates. And purposefully so.

The moment she exited the classroom and turned to walk towards the school entrance and exit, however…

“Sawazaki Airi-san, please go out with me!” A boy called out from behind her. A high schooler of a somewhat typical complexion, though slightly taller at 172 cm, with slightly less black natural hair, with a slightly less common and slightly longer typical “short” guys’ hairstyle.

And but of course in the very same school uniform that all boys had to wear.

Airi pondered for a moment what to do in this situation. She could do all sorts of things, but she’d do what she usually do without pity, hesitation or any compassion.

“Gross.” She turned around and looked at the guy with her face making an annoyed and disgusted grimace at the sight of him.

As any love struck high schooler, the boy paled, seemed heartbroken and had no idea what to do as he more or less remained frozen in place from shock.

“You know what, “candidate for getting into a relationship with me number 51”… I hate you. No, not just you. Everyone. People. I talked about this enough times so that everybody would know I’d think, yet you somehow didn’t, did ‘ya?” Airi smirked and seemed mildly pissed at the occurrence.

Even though she was angry, she was equally feeling like she couldn’t be bothered enough to deal with the occurring nonsense, yet her better judgement lead her to believe that it’d still probably be best to deal with this reoccurring issue once and for all.

She poked her head in back into her classroom and stared the rest of her class down with a frown.

“So? Which one of you idiots decided to “help out” someone from our year to ask me out again?” Airi said while scanning the whole classroom and to her absolute lack of a surprise, there were indeed the same people that decided to turn their heads away.

“We-“ A girl that had looked away decided to speak.

“Ah, the class rep Tabuchi Masami and student council vice president Makino Takuya. The usual suspects,” Airi looked towards the two, one of whom ever so disrespectfully decided to talk back about something they did for at least the 20th time.

“So, what’s this poor sod’s name that you’ve sent after me today? You know, you don’t have to tell me, but I think me giving this whole series of events closure will be better for the entire school and those who study here,” Airi continued, looking quite angry, but actually mostly disappointed.

The whole class was looking very uneasy. And they all new that Airi topped the list of bothersome people in the whole school.

After a brief silence, the class rep finally spoke up, without making eye contact with Airi and looking off nervously the opposite direction, however.

“Kaneda Sora,” the class rep said.

Without so much as acknowledging her classmates or that she got her answer, Airi headed out to the hallway again. Or rather simply stopped poking into the classroom and closed the sliding door.

“Kaneda-kun.” Airi crossed her arms and looked towards yet another unfortunate “confession maker” of hers.

A sizable crowd gathered at each end of the hallway all the while the whole situation was occurring or as Airi would call it “a farce”.

“Go find reasonable things to do. Like a friend to cry to, but you can opt for a “waifu body pillow” worst case scenario. Or maybe committing suicide, but not because I asked you to or suggested you do and not because I said “no” to you today, but because it’s better than you being a glorified statue glued to this damn hallway. Or better yet study because I’d assume you’re not in the top 10 by the results of our midterms which you probably very well know I am.” Airi spilled her honest thoughts to this random nobody.

While all of this was happening, many onlookers were whispering and commenting how despite Airi’s self-stated great grades, her great medium-sized figure, pretty face, natural blonde hair and green eyes, she was a total bitch.

Or so were the worst impressions of her. A lot of others simply hated her character, but deep down understood that what they were feeling was jealousy of someone more successful than them able to go through life caring about things a lot less.

“You know… studying your stupid incompetent brain to get a single point more in a math exam could very well be a worthwhile timewaster. Because that’s about as much as your pathetic self will be able to accomplish in life. Ever. Dear “forever mob character”.” Airi said as she approached Kaneda and gave him another disgusted smirk and a stare.

The reaction to those words of hers was as Airi expected however. Many calls for her to cease. Calling her something she wasn’t. Such as “ugly”, “stupid” and other names. But no one came to Kaneda’s defence physically at all and instead kept their distance away from both of them.

“You’re an absolute cunt that can’t even beat up a man properly!” One of the guys that was part of the crowd yelled.

Realizing how inappropriate that was only after Airi turned around and looked at him with a livid expression.

“Oh? Wanna have a go?” She said cracking her fingers and looking at him with a decently mad expression.

To no one’s surprise an apology followed, following which the people on the school entrance side stepped aside to let her pass and only after Airi actually went down the stairs did anyone attempt to console the poor guy that just got rejected by the most dangerous person in the school.

After all, despite her look, it was an extremely well known and proven legend that Airi was the strongest in the school, despite her slim and dignified appearance, since she would always beat up any delinquents (especially ones from outside the school) that tried to enter the school with impunity.

Doing all this, studying and being the school’s go-to player of any type of guitar seemingly did not stop her from always keeping her medium-sized blond hair neatly managed despite it being loose all the time, nor did it stop her from doing the same with her uniform and everything else around her.

Curiously, aside from her clearly stating that she generally hates all people and everything to do with her refusing to talk to anyone and being unbelievably rude to all of those that do attempt to talk to her (or force her to talk to them in some way), she was a model student otherwise. In her studying, her appearance, most of her mannerisms and even musical prowess since she additionally sang and quite well at that whenever someone was brave and tact enough to say it to her in a way that she’d agree to do it.

Despite the fact that another commotion had occurred today with this incident, Airi continued on her day at a leisurely pace. Taking her outdoor shoes out of her small locker and putting her school shoes inside again.

Heading outside of school and finally tasting the unsolicited freedom only an orphan from day 1 like her could ever experience.

{I guess I’m the most cynical 16-year-old, aren’t I, Mr. Sun?} she thought while looking somewhat in the direction of the yellow ball.

{Or are you less kind than Mr. Moon when it comes to being able to have a chat with? Your anti-paparazzi glistening attire certainly makes it seem like you enjoy seeing eye to eye a lot less than Mr. Moon, Mr. Sun.} Airi continued, a small smile appearing on her face.

{But yeah… People are as terrible as always, aren’t they?} Airi thought as she continued on her way home.

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“I’m home.” Airi’s words rang hollow as she quietly opened her door’s 3 locks, entered and then closed said 3 locks.

Turning the light on, there really was nothing to see there in particular except the life of someone who’s “organized in their disorganization”.

Airi’s belongings infrequently littered her sofa, bed and in places even floor. Belongings such as a backpack, a suitcase a few pairs of not yet washed clothes.

Overall, it was as if she was as tidy of a person as she pretended to be in school in some areas of household upkeep, while in others she has honestly stopped trying.

“Home sweet home~” Airi attempted to say in a sing a song voice to bring her mood up, but the depressive atmosphere of how she and her “safety box” called home interacted couldn’t really be changed so quickly.

“Hey, Wall Zed, have you been feeding Glass Window number 5 alright?”

“What?! You gave number 5 porridge instead of orange juice? How dare you…!”

“What’s wrong? Did I step out of line, Wall Q? I’m sorry, Master Entrance Door “Demon Lord” must have cast a spell upon me to be so upset about everything again.”

“Well… time to stop talking to you lot and get things done. Go back to pretending to be inanimate objects if you will.”

And silence.

Airi had talked to the door she entered through, the wall of her bedroom and the wall of the kitchen (about the kitchen window).

{Well… It’s not like things have changed at all, have they?} Airi thought as she walked towards the corner of her bedroom.

Sat there was a plushie, a particularly strange plushie. It was as if this plushie was a creation of great magical power, whose creator certainly had a soft polyester exterior in mind for this magical creature.

{Huh… I don’t remember this toy being there.} Airi thought, midway of taking off her school uniform’s cardigan.

The toy seemingly jolted in a particular direction, but before the toy could do anything or even say anything to Airi who was clearly unaware of the incoming danger, it was already caught.

Following a ear-piercing and eardrum-shattering screeching thud, a large hulking man dressed in all black burst through Airi’s bedroom wall. The one she “talked to” before actually.

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“Cease, prospective magical girl! You have lost your chance to become your stronger self for I now hold in my hands the Kvantolic! The source to all magical girl powers that take form of plushies in order to fight the Kaijus and the Kaijumen like me! Now that I’ve stolen you chance, your pathetic “model-delinquent-student” stands no chance against me!” The man(?) boasted, holding onto the plushie.

Overall, his look upon closer inspection his entire body was almost exactly like the one of “The Lizard” from the Spider-Man comics (including the face and tail that Airi somehow didn’t manage to discern before him starting his monologue), except he certainly had no scales and instead his skin seemed more of the “rocky with small mountain protrusions” than anything “more natural” like The Lizard.

It was strange calling The Lizard’s look more “natural” and “less strange”, but it was exactly how he looked and it’s never a good thing to improperly categorize the facts.

“Oh, really?” Airi looked up and down the Kaijuman and blurted out with a half-asleep expression on her face.

Perhaps she’d gotten cocky due to her life being rather smooth sailing for her despite whatever difficulties she’d ever come across, perhaps it was just a tough front she put up, but perhaps…

“Don’t go shitting me, konoyaro! I’ll pulverize your cocky face into atoms!” This Kaijuman’s “pissing off” meter seemed to be a rather tiny one since he flew into a fit of unyielding rage from a simple “Oh, really?”.

“Oh… where did I put it…? Damn…” Airi wasn’t even paying attention to the Kaijuman charging her front and center.

“Oh… there it is.” Airi found the item she was looking for after casually taking glances to several sides of the room and picked up a card from under her bed’s pillow.

“Uno reverse!” She exclaimed as she “carded” the Kaijuman in his face quickly but with no force, stopping him half a meter before her, his charge at her now seeming a complete joke.

“What…?” The Kaijuman’s eyes widened as he looked at Airi in shock, bewilderment and desperation.

“Sounds funny. A decent name for a magical spell really. Though… I guess it is a trademark and copyright infringing name, huh… I guess I’ll have to get a new one if I want to go as far as to appear in a commercial.” Airi smirked at the Kaijuman who has lost all ability to move and was currently slowly entering a state of massive internal panic.

“You… how…?!” he managed to mutter.

“Simple really. As simple as your sorry ass being a pathetic simpleton.” Airi said confidently, lowering the Uno card.

“Who said I wasn’t already a magical girl?” The look in Airi’s eyes changed as in a metaphorical sense the air around her changed drastically.

“You know… I thought it’s kinda obvious really. I mean… those alien Kvantolics that take the form of plushies? Yeah, they give up their own lives to create magical girls.”

The Kaijuman’s fear and shock were growing further as he noticed the plushie he had in his hand turn out not to be a Kvantolic but seemingly this girl’s magical creation that she disintegrated in front of him at will.

“And me using magic even without transforming and doing all the weirdly sexy and weirdly childish nonsense? Yeah, I’m far weaker in this state, Kaijuman-san. Far weaker.”

Airi’s eyes had given off a mad glint as she literally put her eyes and face in front of the Kaijuman.

“But that just means you’re even weaker than that.”

Kaijuman’s world suddenly flew up, the flipped on its head, then suddenly collided with the floor.

His beheaded head was bleeding profusely, soiling the good carpet Airi had in her room.

{Damn… Stupid. STUPID! STUPID! STUPID ME!} Airi cursed herself internally and readied to do something she’d never thought she’d have to this month.

There was quite a significant amount of blood spillage and some even got onto Airi’s school uniform. The green-ish, turquoise-like slightly black blood that spilled out from the Kaijuman certainly pointed to him being not human or at the very least not human anymore.

Airi sighed loudly.

{Magical girl transformation it is then. Even though I hate it in its entirety.} She thought as she took out her current transformation item of choice.

“After all… once you become a magical girl, that’s it, right? You just are one and you have to seal your powers so that you don’t cause damage to yourself and others unless you’re mid-battle.” Airi pondered out loud to herself as she clicked on the pen. It was one of those retractable pens and after pressing on it the entire room was lit up in a mix of a pink and white hue.

{The clown that killed that couple last year in China was dressed in pink and most villains dress in white these days. I hate both colours after all, still can’t stand them.} Airi decided to seemingly confirm her own feelings as she felt both disgusted and tired at the sights.

After pressing the pen, Airi let go of it and the pen floated away from her for at least 10 centimeters and then started bursting out with incredible energy as if the pen itself was merely the outer shell of a container that holds incredible magic power.

Despite her disliking the occurrence immensely, the whole area around Airi soon glowed so much that there was nothing the naked eye could see except the mix of pink and white in the background with Airi’s whole body and figure clearly visible at it’s center.

Airi didn’t bother doing any particular fancy poses, pretending to look happy (or genuinely decide to feel happy at the sight of her own magical girl transformation), saying a “magical girl transformation line” of some kind even though the Kvantolic that gave her her powers asked her to say “Here come I! The saviour of your kind smile! Universe Protector Mirai!” and anything of the sort.

The surrounding mostly white, but at times pink aura around her slowly pulled its way towards Airi. In fact it was so slow that in any sort of fight a magical girl like Airi would find herself in, performing this transformation would mean certain death due to how slow it was. Both in the literal and the “you’d get embarrassed to death if you stand around and do this transformation in front of someone” sense.

{That Kvantolic called Abhvardi wasn’t too bad with the naming though I guess. “Mirai” isn’t too much of an embarrassing alias and the full alias also sounds reasonable and even a tiny bit cool, even though it’s mostly cringe, and- Ah, crap… here comes the worst part…}

As Airi thought it, her clothes started disintegrating thanks to the aura and her body started to feel all sorts of tingly and inappropriate things. It was the most bizarre thing and she hated even more than the colours involved in the transformation.

A mix of orgasmic release, sexual frustration, childish embarrassment and alcohol-like tasting magic power filled her mouth, ears, nose, stomach and all of her other insides including 2 or 3 areas of her body she didn’t really want to think about being as much of a high school virgin as one would need to be to both be a “proper” magical girl (aka: not an adult), but also have enough life experience not to die to the first bad guy who comes after your life.

{Craaaap… At least I feel a bit more used to it this time than the last 27 times I did it.} Airi recalled.

As soon as the feeling started to subside, a slightly new feeling bubbled up to the surface. The magic flowed freely and unrestricted and started to self-form itself into the magical girl clothes than magical girls are very well known for.

That magic solidified on top of Airi’s legs and feet forming the soft and frilly-looking clothing. From the knee-high boots and stockings both a mix of curving soft pink and white stripes.

Then came the equally frilly mostly pink mini-skirt with white accents, the dual-coloured pink-white gloves, the equally frilly top with a ribbon bow self-tied next to the neck and the ribbons tying the hair into a couple of twintails to the back of the head.

And most of all… the hair lengthening itself slightly, turning a similar shade of soft pink and the eyes visibly turning a darker shade of purple from their natural colour as soon as Airi opened her eyes towards the end of the magical girl transformation sequence.

Airi’s surroundings slowly returned to normal as the aura fully fused with Airi’s body and clothing, no alterations done to her surroundings whatsoever.

On the plus side it was self-evident that her magical girl clothing was immune to any sort of stains as despite standing in the pool of that Kaijuman’s blood, Airi’s clothes were as non-dirtied, glistening and shiny as they should’ve been if she were a character in a TV anime for very little girls.

Still, the pen that Airi pressed the aura disappeared completely.

{While it’s best to change what sort of item it’s best to seal most of my magic into, making it a pen is easier to remember and largely inconspicuous.} Airi thought, while looking at the disappearing pen.

{Heh… given my track record I should maybe seal them into a mini-statuette of a wall? Would be funny probably} Airi thought as she traced her gaze back down to the mess the annoying leftovers of the Kaijuman made.

“Hmm… how should I word it for better effectiveness…? Oh…! Yeah, that’s right!” Airi said out loud before closing her eyes and concentrating heavily.

She extended her hand forwards and concentrated on summoning as much magic in front of her as possible.

“Oh, house, house in the building, feel my pain, it’s so displeasing; please fix up the sight I see for I hereby make call to thee!” Airi muttered, opening her eyes in front of her midway through the sentence.

The fairy tale-like words slightly referencing the “Mirror, Mirror on the wall” monologue the Evil Queen had in the Snow White seemed to have a hugely more significant effect than the “Uno card spell” given both the strength of the response Airi saw.

But that was to be expected. Not only did Airi use a much more potent and complex “thought and idea” for the magic, but also she inputed her full magical girl powers into it, not just the 0.5% she used before when not in her transformation.

The strength was so significant that Airi seemingly overdid it and was left looking slightly disturbed and recoiling from the sight of her apartment with its walls, floor and furniture looking so clean that you'd almost be able to hallucinate them sparkling.

“Ehehe… It looks probably even better than if YHWH as described in the Old Testament in the 7 days world creation story did cleaning on this apartment of mine for 7 days…”

“Better not let anyone into here for the next couple of days. It shouldn’t be too much of a problem overall, but if class rep or anyone else sees it they might start treating me like a Goddess or something. Yeah… Really not looking forward to that.”

After letting out a massive sigh Airi decided to head to the bathroom to wash her face again. Getting more fans in her situation than she already had would be an incredible bother and a problem she’d never ever take up on herself willingly.

After washing her face and looking at herself in the mirror she noticed what she’d always notice in the mirror every time she looked at herself.

Apart from the rather mature and slightly erotic-leaning thigh-high boots she was wearing, it really was jarring how her eyes and eye colour were very non-matching and disruptive of the whole otherwise cheerful magical girl look she had.

“Back then that Abhvardi did say something about the eyes reflecting a person’s soul and being a good indicator of what sort of person someone is. Somewhat deep purple? Yeah, I guess I’d fit the colour or something.”

Nonetheless despite Airi trying to avoid it with various thoughts, the feeling of “being horny, yet feeling like a 5 or at least an 8-year-old” did not subside.

“Man… It’s like I’m one of those sex-crazed very young little sisters lusting for an adult elder brother from those eroge… Wouldn’t one of those horny 40-year-old ugly bastard assholes from 2chan kill for this sort of feeling? Fuck… I’m glad I stopped visiting the disturbing sides of the internet even if I was very curious about how the people there operate.”

“Well… me feeling like I am is probably at least slightly less disturbing than knowing that among those 40-year-old ugly bastards not all of them are single and not all of them are men. I guess the women are 40-year-old ugly hags, but I’m probably giving any of them too much credit if I even attempt to be as considerate enough to them to not group them into one big pile of “bad people” overall.”

With this thought out of the way, Airi felt a lot less bad about her own predicament where her magical girl powers made her feel a very weird in an equally uncomfortable way.

Outside the window though wind was picking up speed. Somewhere in the direction of Japan’s western coastline said wind was getting even stronger as waves and waves rushed towards the coast and were sizable enough for every citizen to see the changes even in the usually calm waters of Tokyo Bay.

This was…

“A kaiju has appeared just of the coast of Miyake-jima and is heading straight for Tokyo Bay!” the slightly panicked TV reporter said “in the TV” in Airi’s living room.

While there were perhaps significant disadvantages to Airi’s magical girl predicament, having the ability to create any spell was definitely a plus since she was able to do what the best minds at CERN, Silicon Valley or elsewhere were not: create a TV that only switches on very loudly when something actually worth watching is on.

News of a kaiju attack being on the list of the “worth watching” things.

“Well… I guess that transformation of mine sure was timed properly. Those two minutes would’ve cost thousands of lives if the Kaiju appeared over land, not over the sea. And if anything it’s a wind-type. I wonder if it’s flying? Well… not like those overpaid “I am doing something, Prime Minister” actors at the JSDF are good and/or smart enough to inform the public about such basics whether the kaiju is flying or not… They sure are overly proud of their recently repurposed earthquake shelters to the point that they think no Kaiju can destroy them, huh? The arrogance on those people.”

Airi’s time to shine finally came even if she wanted otherwise.

The magical energy around made it so after all. Whenever Airi was doing anything “magical” and not necessarily “girly” the magic aura around her literally made it “her time to shine” after all.

Nevertheless, without a second thought, Airi was already flying through the air after quickly jumping out of her window. Thanks to the magic aura around her, she certainly hadn’t had the chance to encounter the same problem that occurred in Dragon Ball.

{If anything, there’s no wind blowing in my eyes forcing me to slow down unlike what happened Videl. Though Bulma’s probably the best looking one in the series. And honestly, why am I comparing myself to Dragon Ball characters? If anything, I’m Peter Parker Sawazaki Airi! Everyone’s friendly neighbourhood Spiderman Universe Protector Mirai!}

Despite thinking what she thought, it remained a great mystery even to Airi herself how come she mentally crossed out the words relating to Marvel’s premier superhero.

Flying off into the distance, few if any residents noticed a literal magical girl up in the sky. With the only ones paying attention being those 10-years-old and younger.

With one exception.

“Huh…? Man, Japan’s really damn weird. First they build life-sized Gundams for the hell of it, now some cosplayer actor is seemingly flying up in the air as a magical girl for a live movie shoot.” Muttered an young and fit looking man, mooring the Arleigh Burke-class destroyer to the pier using the famous (at least among any and all “seamen” who all despised “landlovers” in one way or another) reef knot.

“Oi, Private Kennigson! You gonna spend all day doin’ that?!” the destroyer’s capitain yelled at the knot-tier.

“No, sir!” a simple reply and a salute followed.

“Then tie this goddamn reef knot already and pray I don’t report you to the “Lieutenant Shit-Remover”! But only after you tie the knot!” the destroyer’s captain’s berated all the same.

“Yes, sir!” the private continued tying the knot, not saluting this time as per the order.

Following another minute or so, the ship was safely tied to the pier and the captain, whose eagerness to have a smoke would be comparable to Stalin himself if only the captain smoked a pipe, not the medium-quality cigarettes he decided to fill his lungs with this time.

“Captain, sir. I have a question.” Private Kensington decided to ruin the atmosphere on the Yokosuka Naval Base once again.

“If it takes longer than a minute, I’m sending you straight to Cuba on the smallest and slowest speedboat I can find with a time limit of 1 week to buy me 2 years’ worth of your salary of Cuban cigars. And if you fail because Fidel Castro himself shoots you dead for illegal border crossing or you try to report me for being “a bad corrupt captain”, do remember that me and the President went to the same middle school together. Your minute starts now.”

“Uh, yeah. So uh…” Kennigson tried to say something.

“What? Too chicken to ask, Private?” the captain remained unrelenting.

“Sir… did you see that magical girl fly up above us? I think she was heading towards that Kaiju spotted just off the coast westwards.”

“You really are way too much of a dreamer, you know, Private? The most real magical and unexplained shit we deal with are Kaiju and the idiots who try to take the Kaijus’ powers for themselves and become Kaijumen. The Illuminaty and the world government where we, the Communist Chinese and the Mafia Russians are only pretending to be in conflict is the most credible conspiracy theory and even then it’s a whole load of bullshit. Don’t mistake your own hallucinations after saying into the sun too much for reality, Kennigson.”

“But sir-!”

“No ifs ands or buts, Private. You being Marty’s son and me promising to look out for you during your service doesn’t include me being any more cordial than I am already. Besides… How about this: You untie the knot again and I take you alongside my crew in viewing distance of the Kaiju. If you see anything suspicious regarding those “magical girls” of yours that my 8-year-old daughter who watches too much Sailor Moon thinks are also real, be my guest to prove how wrong I, Jeffrey Hitchins, a captain of a US military destroyer with 25 years of Naval experience am.”

Somewhere off in the distance the most unlikely of “the same words being said at the same time” had occurred, both Airi and captain Hitchins were on a similar wavelength at the time regarding the yet another threat to Tokyo that summer:

“The real threat to Japan aren’t some magical girls. No… The threat’s Kaijus!”