“Fuu…”

I breath out and calm myself. I had too much fun posing in the mirror.

Back to my situation.

I am currently in a black room full of candles and furnitures. There are no windows so I don't know where I am. The only thing left is the closed door.

But first...

“It seems I still have my memories intact.”’

I think so.

Name, age and other personal information, check. My knowledge in earth, still here. Excluding the day of the incident, I still have my memories.

Shinohara Saya. 17 years old. No outstanding features. Plain. That was me.

That is, before becoming this absurdly beautiful girl.

“…I'll go out, I guess. Nothing to do here anymore.”

Maybe someone can help me with my situation. In order to do that, I should get out of this room first.

I pushed the doors wide, and cold wind flowed into the room, extinguishing the flames of all the candles. The room turned dark, but the hallway in front of me was bright.

“Where am I, really.”

I wandered in the wide hallway. One straight path lit by yellow flames.

I soon reached a staircase that leads up. But…

(….What's that?)

A conspicious figure is blocking the staircase. If I look closely, it looks like an armor of some sort, with six arms spread out. It has no weapons, whatsoever.

It's looking at me. I think it is.

“…What now, that thing looks scary.”

There was only one pathway, and that armor guy was blocking it. Should I approach it? No no no, it may attack me you know?

(I've no choice, do I?)

Persuading myself, I walk forward. The armor guy crossed one pair of arms, the other pair is spread lowly and the rest was raised upwards. It bended its waist, making a sitting posture, and folded its left leg, resting it on the knee of its right leg.

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(….)

Disregarding the ominous oni mask and helmet, its pose looks like Buddha.

And then...

[— tnemegduj evig dna nwod ekirts, Heaven Strike.]

I heard some kind of chant, and it lowered one of its arms in my direction. The armor guy suddenly released bloodlust.

(?!)

I felt some kind of heavy impact. The next thing I knew, I was kneeling. The floor where I stand has caved in, creating a creater with me in its center.

[— ??]

But I was uninjured. I was surprised though. Shocked! Both at myself and at that armor guy. If my knowledge gained in reading novels is true, that attack just now must be some kind of magic. And...

(What exactly am I?)

Though I felt it's bloodlust, I felt no fear. Though I was attacked by some heavy force, I wasn't injured. This small frame is unexpectedly sturdy. Not!

This doesn't feel human-like. I don't hate it though, I think.

[—  ssendik htiw ekirts, Palm Strike.]

While I was in thought, the armor began to attack again. Its mechanical voice echoed, and two arms with open palms covered in white light came flying at me.

(That doesn't look like magic. Magic needs to be flashy you know.)

Of course, I didn't recieve that one. I jumped back. The hands came crashing, but it didn't stop and followed me.

(…To be calm in this situation, what exactly happened to me?)

Not to brag or anything, but I wasn't emotionless like this before.

When I evaded on the third time, I had created a significant distance between us.

“I need to attack. But how?”

Should I punch it?

[— rafa morf tnemegduj esaeler, Heavenly Blast.]

This time, all six arms were clenching its fists, clad in white light. It began its barrage.

(Projectile attack, huh.)

Those white lights was shot by its fists, and flew in a straight line.

(….)

I blocked it with my thin arms.

(I really don't feel any pain. Maybe it's weak?)

Or maybe I'm too strong. That doesn't sound bad.

So I decided. I ran straight, and ignored the white lights flying at me. The lights does no damage anyways.

[—?!!]

I arrived in front of the armor, and…

“Sorry, but I need to pass through.”

I punched its chest. The armor guy flew and crashed at the bottom of the staircase. The armor fell, piece by piece.

“…It's empty, as expected.”

I figured its identity when I closed in on it. It was a Living Armor. In the novels I read, these things were armors that serve as guards in dungeons and the like.

Now then. the path is now open. I hope I find someone who answer my questions.

I resolved myself again.

“Onwards, I go!"

*charin!*

Pose. Victory pose.

Umu. I feel satisfied.