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Satori was on her way back when she felt an especially unpleasant aura. One that could belong from no other than the nefarious youma, or at least that was what she heard from one of Rune’s lectures and Lepus’s guidance. Regardless, it was enough for her to conclude that leaving the park unharmed was out of the question, and ignoring the problem was also rather terrible and unfitting of a chibi senshi aligned with the Order. Wasn’t it part of her calling that she would one day be destined to beguile or trick a youma and have it succumb to its miserly end?

To that end, she immediately transformed into her ascribed chibi senshi garb and as Aomori, she began doing what she did best: sneaking around.

And yet, after a mere twenty-three steps forward (yes, she kept count in her mind… hey, it’s an important statistic to collect!), she immediately heard a growl or some such. Aomori squeaked a bit and gasped, covering her mouth and cowering below a nearby shrub.

Uh-oh! Not good… not good at all… and then all of a sudden, she heard some words she never thought she’d hear. It couldn’t have come at a better time.


“Why, yes, of course-” whispered Aomori. Why was she whispering? The helpful older squire that materialized out of nowhere was doubtlessly wondering just how this happened. Regardless, explanations aren’t warranted now, as it was better to regroup and figure out their next course of action.

Aomori stiffened, adding, “A-anyways… there’s a youma nearby, and I think it noticed me first… and now it’s noticed… us-”

Who could blame her? This may be her first actual battle. After all, previously, she either ran around, throw steps to divert attention, and so on. Not exactly actual combat experience.

“Oh… That sounds like a good idea,” Aomori nodded in agreement and grinned a bit. The squire before her was not only pretty, but she seemed to know what to do. “Let’s try that. By the way, I don’t think we ever met, so I’ll tell you who I am. My name’s Chibi Senshi Aomori. What’s yours?”

With that being said, while the strategy sounded great… Aomori actually didn’t have offensive senshi magic to begin with. If anything, it was not dissimilar to the squire she’s in contact with presently. In other words, it was excellent for diverting attention and aid in escape, but not for anything noticeably offensive. She would have to count on the woods to give her ammunition to attack the youma. Would a nice, sturdy stick work? There’s one not far from her and the youma in question.

Upon seeing the pianisphere get tossed towards the youma and not around, Aomori bolted from her ready stance. She shuffled forward, along with the brilliant starlight dancing beside her.

Next, she swiveled towards the stick she was eyeing for as her blunt weapons of choice. Once close enough to the target, Aomori gritted her teeth and swung her stick and attempted to smack the youma with as much force she could muster as a mere chibi senshi.

“Taaake this..!” Aomori exclaimed as she swung her stick down at the youma.

Thwack!

The stick smacked the target and partly broke away from the impact. Did they succeed? In her eyes, the youma slouched and groaned from the impact… based on the snap of the stick and the preceding physical attack prior to it, it sounded painful enough.

“Huh? If you say so, then it must be true!” Aomori’s confidence towards this squire was something, but since she’s older, then she must be more certain about what’s to come. As a mere chibi senshi, she ought to listen to her “elders,” sometimes. “In that case…”

And, with a flourish, Aomori delivered another glorious rap on the youma. Not only did the stick splinter away into a shower, the youma promptly faded to dust.

“Huh.. Was it that easy to banish a youma…? Was it super weak already… eh… oh well. I’m not going to think much about that…” Aomori pondered for a moment before sighing. Now the peril’s banished, Aomori could rest easier now. It’d be a good time to bid a farewell to the intrepid and bright squire and then speedily return home. Could she evade Mama’s ere this evening? Aomori wasn’t super sure if she could, but she’d have a valid excuse, perhaps.

"Yeah! You were really helpful. Thanks Aogashima," Aomori beamed, relieved and delighted that they were able to defeat the youma. "You're really nice and helpful, too. You kind of remind me of someone I know. Maybe you two can meet someday."

Since the spectacle ceased to be, Aomori reverted her transformation back to just simply Satori. A tardy Satori at that. Oh dear...

Satori checked her watch and gasped. The good news was that the situation was resolved in record time, somehow. The bad news was that Aomori, who was convinced that she'd make it home at the nick of time, was now late. Mama is not going to be pleased no matter what unsubstantiated excuse she gives...

"Sorry, I have to go home now. My mama is going to be mad if I'm not home soon. Bye!"

Satori jogged across the park and disappeared around the corner towards the exit.