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Everything was dark.
But slowly, faint glimmers began to emerge, outlining a blurry landscape that grew clearer with each passing second.
In the distance, muffled booms, acidic hissing, bursts of fire, and the roaring clash of blades slicing the air. A translucent white light framed the edges of vision, hazy yet suffocating.
He looked up at the sky, his voice tearing out in a desperate scream,
"KANNA-CHAAN!! GET AWAAAY..!!"
Not far ahead, he caught sight of Kanna, her figure floating helplessly in midair. All around her, spear-like tentacles lashed out, slicing and tearing from every direction.
Her flame shield shattered with a sickening crack.
TRUSSHHH..!!
SREETT.. SREETT..!!
SLASH.. SLASH..!!
JLEEBB..!! JLEEBB..!!
Morthamraga's spear-tentacles pierced her body again and again mercilessly, stabbing through flesh and bones.
"Aaarrgghh..!! GAAAHHAAGGG..!"
Kanna vomited blood, her entire form soaked in crimson.
"KANNA-CHAAANN..!! MORTHAMRAGAAA..!! YOU BASTARD..!"
Haruto roared from afar, fury exploding through his voice.
Violet Hook shot out from his gauntlet, latching onto Kanna's falling body.
He pulled with every ounce of strength he had, his arms trembling violently. He managed to pull her into his embrace just before she could be devoured by the monstrous maw gaping wide below.
With the Violet Board beneath their feet, they fled away from the giant beast, soaring shakily. Haruto gasped for breath, heart hammering. Kanna lay limp in his arms, her blood-drenched body was cradled against him in a fragile princess carry.
But the monster refused to let them escape.
Behind them, it lunged upward.
A monstrous shadow loomed above, descending with terrifying speed.
Morthamraga's massive body came crashing down like a falling meteor.
BBRRUUAAAKK..!!
The impact struck them mercilessly from above.
Both of them were hurled away, tumbling violently across the ground.
Haruto hit first.
Kanna slipped from his grasp.
"KANNA-CHAAANN..!!"
****
"…AAAANNN..!!"
Haruto jolted awake, bolting upright with a loud thud.
His eyes flew wide open.
Cold sweat trickled down his temples.
His chest heaved wildly, as if he had just been dragged back from the depths of hell.
"Haah… Haah… Haah…"
His vision blurred.
Each breath felt sharp, desperate.
His heart pounded in his ears.
Frantically, he turned his head side to side, scanning the unfamiliar room with a vacant, panicked gaze.
The soft hum of an air conditioner buzzed faintly in the background.
Otherwise, everything was eerily silent.
"…W-where… am I…?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
**
Tuesday, October 21, 2025
Tokyo, Military Central Hospital
VVIP Room 702 - 7th floor
09:20 AM
A spacious, pristine room bathed in light. The walls gleamed in sterile white. The ceiling above was the same pure white. Soft sunlight filtered through a sheer curtain beside him, casting a pale glow across the room.
The sharp scent of antiseptic blended with the gentle fragrance of aromatherapy, filling the air with an oddly calming atmosphere.
No tubes or wires were attached to his body.
Not even an IV drip.
Haruto's hands trembled.
Instinctively, his palms pressed against his own chest and stomach, expecting to feel wounds, pain, or torn flesh. As far as he could remember, he had been gravely injured, bones shattered in multiple places.
But the pain… was gone.
The stab wounds in his chest and stomach… gone.
Smooth. Intact. As if he had never been hurt at all.
No broken bones either.
No pain anywhere?
My body... feels strong... and light? How..? Haruto wondered, confusion stirring inside him.
Kanna... Kanna-chan, where is she?..
He looked around the room.
In the far right corner, there was a square sink with a mirror above it.
Slowly, Haruto turned to his left. His eyes locked onto a figure lying on another bed a few meters away.
Kanna Fujita!
She lay on her side, facing him, almost completely tucked under the blanket.
Her long black hair shimmered softly under the room's lighting. Her sleeping face was peaceful, calm, her breathing steady. No injuries on her face or neck. No bandages.
Everything looked clean... untouched.
Thank goodness we're alive... and it seems like we're fine. But how?
I shouldn't wake her up... she's sleeping so soundly.. Haruto thought, exhaling deeply, grateful beyond words.
Once he had calmed himself, he gently pulled the blanket aside and glanced down at his body. He was wearing a hospital outfit: light blue short-sleeved shirt and loose, comfortable shorts.
Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.
His hands looked... bigger. Muscular.
He opened and closed his fists a few times, staring at them.
With a trembling touch, he ran his hand up his arm—and jolted.
"Wow..!"
Muscular. Solid. Firm to the touch.
Wait, wait... is this... my body? What..? No way...
He swung his legs off the bed.
As his bare feet touched the cold floor, he felt no pain.
His legs were steady.
Driven by a surge of curiosity, Haruto quickly pulled off his hospital shirt, rushed toward the mirror, and…
"WHOAA..!"
"W-What... What is this..? But why...?"
He stared at the reflection, dumbfounded.
The mirror reached up to his stomach, but it was enough.
His abdomen packed with clean, sculpted six-pack muscles. They're hard and lean, without an ounce of fat. It looked almost like a perfectly shaped loaf of bread you'd find in a bakery.
His chest was broad, firm, and chiseled. His shoulders were wider, his arms bulkier, with pronounced muscles in every part. But none of it looked unnatural—it was just right.
Exactly like a professional MMA fighter.
His skin was clean. No scars. No stab marks.
Not even a single scratch.
It looked renewed—smooth, healthy, vibrant—not pale or sickly.
He almost didn't recognize his own face.
His complexion was brighter, clear. No dark circles.
His cheekbones slightly more pronounced.
His eyes sharper, sparkling with life.
His black hair gleamed under the light, looking fresh and weightless, as if he had spent an entire week getting premium facial and hair treatment at an elite salon.
His face had become more defined, more symmetrical.
His jawline and chin were subtly sharper, more masculine yet refined.
Haruto Mori now looked like a perfect blend of an idol, a fitness model, and a leading action movie actor.
"This... this isn't... this can't be me..."
He muttered, still half in shock. His hands wandered across his newly formed muscles, still unable to believe this was real.
"This looks like... the best version of me. Is this... the effect of using the Sacred Madougu?" He glanced down at the violet bracelet wrapped around his right wrist.
Compelled by a strange instinct, Haruto raised his arm.
And then... he began to pose.
"Haha... this is.. kinda crazy..."
He chuckled to himself, laughing softly at the absurdity.
Showing off his bicep, he tried striking a bodybuilder pose, chuckling softly to himself.
He twisted his torso, glancing over his shoulder to admire his back muscles.
Then he turned his head, checking out the contours of his shoulders. Turning back to face the mirror, he raised both arms again, flexing his biceps proudly.
He leaned closer to the mirror, inspecting his abdominal muscles from up close.
He lifted his right arm high, puffed out his chest, then rotated his body slightly to the left, tightening the muscles in his shoulders and back.
"Ho. Hohoho. Not bad, Haruto. Not bad at all." he muttered to himself, a bit louder this time.
He laughed again, unable to stop admiring his reflection in the mirror...
And completely forgot... he wasn't alone in the room.
—
Almost at the same moment Haruto began showing off in front of the mirror, a faint sound came from the bed nearby.
"...Mmh..."
Kanna stirred, her body shifting slightly under the covers.
Her eyes fluttered open, catching the soft sunlight falling across her face.
She blinked a few times, as if waking from an endlessly long sleep.
Then she let out a small, sleepy yawn..
"Am I... still alive? Is this... heaven?" she mumbled half-consciously.
"Where... am I..."
She stared up at the pale white ceiling. Her brows furrowed almost immediately.
Instinctively, she touched her stomach and sides.
No pain. No stabbing wounds. No injuries.
Slowly, she sat up, moving cautiously, feeling something... strange.
Her body felt slightly different.
The weight distribution had shifted... especially around her chest.
My chest feels... heavier. But I remember being stabbed so many times..
Her hand brushed over her chest. There were no bandages. No pain.
Nothing there.
And then she noticed something.
"Eh...?"
"Wait..."
Two seconds. Three seconds.
Her brain stopped processing.
And then...
"...Hhhaah..!?"
She gasped, her entire body tensing up.
"...WHAT... IS THIS..?!"
She whispered to herself in a strained voice, half in shock.
Her hands... were touching something noticeably larger than what she was used to.
"Hnngh...!"
Kanna jolted, her body heating up instantly, her face flushing deep red.
She grabbed her chest again. This time with both hands, trying desperately to confirm it wasn't just her imagination.
No way… They're bigger?!.. her mind screamed.
They felt rounder, fuller... and she wasn't even wearing a bra.
Without thinking, her hands squeezed her breasts twice—reflexively, impulsively.
"Uhhh… Aahhhnn..!"
A soft, extremely feminine moan escaped her lips without her realizing.
Instantly, her cheeks flushed even deeper. Her face stiffened, her eyes widened in horror.
Did... did I just moan?! Was that... really my voice?!..
She tried to hold her breath, her brain spinning into overdrive, her hands still frozen on her now noticeably larger chest.
From C to... D? No, it feels heavier... maybe even bigger..?..
Her thoughts ran wild.
Suddenly, a voice called out from the other side of the room.
"Kanna-chan, are you okay?"
Haruto asked genuinely, still standing in front of the mirror.
"Kyaaa..!"
Kanna shrieked, realizing too late. Haruto was in the room the whole time.
She frantically pulled the blanket higher over her chest in sheer panic. She even pulled it over her head, burying herself completely.
He's here... H-he heard me moan?!.. Kanna froze for a moment.
"The moan just now... were you in pain?"
Haruto asked again, his tone pure and sincere, seeing she hadn't answered.
"JUST SHUT UP! Don't ask about that..!!"
She snapped back immediately, her voice high and trembling with embarrassment, her face buried deep under the covers.
Haruto raised an eyebrow. "Eh, I just…"
"I SAID SHUT UP! DON'T LOOK THIS WAY..!!"
Kanna yelled again from beneath the blanket.
Haruto blinked, utterly confused. "Alright, alright, okay."
Oh my God... he heard it... I'm dead... This is so humiliating..!
She buried her face deeper into the blanket.
"Haruto-kun... baka..." she mumbled.
Peeking out just slightly, only her eyes visible above the blanket's edge, she sneaked a glance at Haruto.
What is he even doing?..
Kanna then spotted Haruto, shirtless, standing in front of the mirror, checking himself out.
He raised his right arm, watching how his muscles flexed as he clenched his fist.
He twisted his torso, inspecting his back, his shoulders, his six-pack abs...
and chuckled to himself.
"Hahaha, this body change doesn't make any sense, but damn, it's awesome."
he mumbled, laughing softly, completely oblivious to Kanna's burning, steaming face as she watched him from her bed.
Haruto-kun... changed too..?
Does that mean... my changes aren't just in my chest?.. Kanna thought, hesitating for a moment before slowly pushing the blanket aside to her right.
Then lowered her gaze, examining her own body clad in the same loose, comfortable hospital clothes as Haruto.
Her thighs and legs felt firmer, thicker—stronger—but still feminine and elegantly shaped.
Her hips were slightly wider, her waist slimmer, her stomach flat and toned.
Her skin was smooth... radiant, glowing as if she'd just spent an entire day at a luxury spa.
She lifted a few strands of her black hair into the light.
It shimmered and flowed like silk, soft and weightless, as if she had just undergone a heavenly hair treatment from a professional stylist.
Even her face—when she touched her cheek—felt soft and smooth.
Her lips looked fuller, softer, almost too perfect.
I feel refreshed... more alive.
This body... is still me... but it's been enhanced with every perfect aspect of a woman.. Kanna marveled in awe.
Kanna Fujita now looked like the embodiment of beauty and the ideal body every woman dreamed of.
She hugged herself gently.
"...My body changed... but it became so much better..."
she whispered softly.
A small, shy smile forming on her lips.
**
A Few Minutes Later…
Kanna slid off the bed.
Her cheeks were still burning, and embarrassment still lingered...
But her curiosity was stronger than her shame.
She stepped onto the floor... then stood up straight.
Slowly, she walked over to Haruto, who was still busy flexing and admiring himself in the mirror.
"Hey, I want to see myself too." Kanna said.
Haruto immediately turned around, blocking the mirror,
"Nope."
"Haaah? Why not?!"
"Because I was here first. It's a small mirror. Take turns. I'm not done yet."
"You've been hogging it forever! And you even took off your shirt—who are you trying to show off to?! Move, I just wanna check my face for a second!"
Kanna snapped back, growing more annoyed.
"Don't bother me. I still want to admire my new bodybuilder form!"
Haruto stubbornly stood his ground.
"My chest also got... ah, never mind, just move over, it's my turn!"
"Wait, what? Your chest got... what?"
"SHUT UP..!!"
They started pushing at each other. Haruto stood firmly in front of the mirror while Kanna tried to squeeze in from the side.
Haruto shifted his body to block her. Kanna darted in from the right.
They shoved, bumped, and twisted around—like two little kids fighting over a toy in kindergarten.
And right at that moment...
The door to the room opened.
CEKLEK!
Four people stepped into the room.
As soon as they laid eyes on Haruto and Kanna…
"..Hhhaah..!"
They gasped, jaws dropping, eyes bulging wide.
All of them froze in place, as if time itself stopped.
Meanwhile, Haruto and Kanna, completely unaware of their audience, kept bickering over the mirror, pushing and shoving even harder.
"Nnggnnn..!"
"Hnnngghhh..!"
"Hey, hey, stop pushing already!"
Haruto grunted, trying to hold his ground.
"It's my turn! Let me have a look! Be a gentleman and move aside!"
Kanna pushed back, refusing to back down.
"I was here first!"
"My body changed too, so I have the right!"
"No way, I'm still admiring myself!"
"Don't be selfish!"
Kanna pinched Haruto's side, and he retaliated by tickling her waist.
Both of them burst into light laughter—until...
CLAK..!
PRAANGG..!
A clipboard fell to the floor, followed by the metallic clatter of a dropped tool.
Haruto and Kanna froze instantly.
Very slowly, they turned their heads toward the source of sound...
Standing at the open door were four people:
Two doctors, a young nurse, and a young soldier in full uniform.
All four stood there, faces pale as if they had seen two ghosts, their expressions frozen in pure shock.
Haruto and Kanna glanced at each other.
"...Umm... hi..?" Haruto greeted with an awkward smile.
Kanna quickly turned sideways, wrapping her arms around her chest.
"I-I-It's not what it looks like!!" she blurted out, voice trembling.
They were looking at two patients who were supposed to be lying unconscious—critically injured and on the verge of death.
And now here they were…standing, shoving and laughing, fighting over... their reflections. And one of them was even shirtless.
"Y-You... YOU'RE STANDING?! BOTH OF YOU?!"
One of the younger doctors finally managed to choke out the words.
The young soldier accompanying them stammered,
"D-Doctor! I-I'll... I'll go call the others..!"
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and ran out of the room.
Haruto and Kanna's faces stiffened.
"Oh no..." Haruto whispered.
"Uh... y-yeah, we're standing... G-Good morning... doctor..?"
Kanna greeted awkwardly, unsure what else to say.
The older doctor—probably in his fifties, with streaks of gray in his hair and deep lines of experience on his face—took a slow, disbelieving step forward.
His eyes locked onto them, filled with pure astonishment.
"You... You two... are healthy?"
Haruto and Kanna exchanged glances, then nodded slowly.
"We... don't feel any pain..."
Haruto answered carefully.
"We feel... healthy. And strong..."
Kanna added, her voice awkward.
The older doctor inhaled sharply, holding his breath for a moment...
Then suddenly, without warning, he roared at the top of his lungs:
"EVERYONE..!!! GET OVER HERE, QUICKLY..!! THEY'RE STANDING!! THEY CAN WALK..!!"
"Whoaa! The doctor can yell that loud?!"
Kanna gasped, half-shocked.
"Jeez! That scared the hell outta me!" Haruto jolted in surprise.
And with that, the room descended into… a little chaos.
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