The School Valkyrie.

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"Mitsuko Kugimitsu.", a voice echoed through the classroom yet no response replied to the call. The girl owning the name seemed to be elsewhere despite her physical presence in the room. A few giggles from other students did not do much to get her attention but the teacher coming to stand near her desk finally made her look away from whatever she was staring at. "Are you daydreaming in my class...?", the teacher asked, which made the student blush slightly, especially as some classmates were also looking at her. "N-no, sir...", she only replied, definitely guilty but not ready to admit it OR talk about it. The teacher didn't seem to insist on the matter, instead going back to resume his teaching. Mitsuko could not help thinking about what had happened the day before. Something that may have changed her life yet she could not tell anyone. First, because she would look crazy and next, because it would put others in danger.

The day before...

After arriving home, Mitsuko made sure to put her shoes away before she returned to her bedroom to study a little before dinner. Yet, she hesitated after walking half of the way there. Something didn't feel right. "Hello...?", she asked, wondering if anyone else was home. No answers. With a gentle title of her head, she turned and walked to another direction. She was not hearing a noise exactly but something lured her in. It did not feel malicious or anything. Mitsuko knew that nobody else was there. Nobody could have entered her home except her family. That feeling was not one from a person. It was indescribable. Opening the door to the basement, she took a good look downstairs before walking down the steps to an apparently empty room except for the boxes stored there. No lights were lit yet a clear light could be seen. This was it... What Mitsuko felt so strangely. Her blue eyes stared toward the light, nothing else mattered.

What shone before her was not only a light but an object emitting it. As Mitsuko approached, what she saw appeared to be a jeweled sword no bigger than the size of a hand, laying on a shelf. She did not remember seeing it before, though. Somehow, it begged for her to touch it and surely, there was no harm in doing so. In the moment, she was enthralled into what she was seeing. She had to. Her hand moved slowly to the object until she could feel it. At this moment, her irises became smaller as she had a vision in this moment of shock. A new reality to this world that she was made aware of, if only vaguely. And yet, that vision was truth. After a moment that seemed to last eternally yet lasted merely a few seconds, Mistuko saw herself grabbing the object while a magic circle formed under her feet. Before she knew it, her eyes closed and she felt a powerful magic fill her body, causing her to shine, tearing her clothes to transform.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw herself in a new light. The sword she held had grown to be a weapon in her hand and while she felt naked for a moment, free, new clothes now protected her body. She now wore a small armored bra with a ribbon and a skirt, different from that which she wore before. Her legwears felt slightly different, more heroic. Even her arms now wore long gloves of the same style while there was now a decorated headband of some sort on her head. Mitsuko had no idea how it had happened but she had been turned into a heroine of sort. With how much skin she was showing on her shoulders and belly, she felt somewhat embarrassed by this new costume. Looking back, she even found strange little wings there, which seemed to complete the theme she was dressed in. She had become a warrior. Could it really be? Was she destined to fight like she had seen happen in that vision? She wasn't sure.

A while later, a knocking could be heard from above, followed with a voice. "Mitsuko? Is this you down there? What are you doing?" The girl froze, realizing what state she was in. There was no way she could show herself like this. "N-nothing, mom. Just looking through old things...", she replied while praying it would convince her. The mother did not seem to insist but still said, "Alright... Dinner will be ready in a moment, come back up soon." before she left, making the daughter sigh in relief. Now, how would she change back? Her clothes were gone and there were no spares down there. No commands to get them back either. And that sword... Best to leave it in the basement for now. Mitsuko's only chance now was to sneak up to her bedroom. With this plan in mind, she started going back up and took nervous looks around to make sure nobody was there. The mother seemed busy in the kitchen for the time being. Perfect.

Making her way up, Mitsuko thought she could reach the stairs before being seen but a voice echoed behind her. "Where do you think you're going like this...?". The girl froze again, this time more embarrassed than ever. She got caught. Turning around slowly, she looked at her mother who had raised an eyebrow at the costume. "Is this one of your conventions again...? You children and your fantasy disguises...", she said, speaking of popular cosplay conventions. Mitsuko simply blushed but at the same time, saw this as a perfect way out of this situation. "I-It's a cosplay, mom... I don't wear this all the time. I will change back soon...", she told her before she stepped back and ran upstairs as fast as she could, reaching her bedroom at the speed of light but instead of changing, she dropped herself on top of her bed, not knowing how to even remove the costume anyway. Strangely, Mitsuko found herself to be sleepy, falling asleep quickly.

Her mother apparently did not want to bother her after finding her like this. Whatever plans her daughter had, she figured that she was too exhausted to eat for now and left her food close by.

Back to present...

Mitsuko did an effort not to daydream in class again but facts were that she had found herself in this situation. Was it even real? The sword that somehow found its way back to her was proof that something was true. The small piece of jewelry had been on her desk when she had woken up in her normal clothes this morning. What she had seen was on her mind all day but she still did an effort to keep up with the others. She was usually not one to lose her focus but this situation felt so strange and new to her that it was difficult not to think about it. Perhaps it was best not think about it too much even though she kept the sword with her. The energy it radiated felt nice and besides, it was pretty. Mitsuko could not really hide that she liked the idea of wielding a sword. Being a fantasy heroine was not something she thought to do and yet, the sword seemed to call to her. Otherwise, why was she brought to it? Why did she transform?

The bell finally rang and the class was over. Mitsuko only had one idea in mind for now: Find more about what she felt during that experience and if she could transform again. Without being seen...

Edited 2 hours ago by Warning