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"Good idea, looking for things is surprisingly fun."

"Look at this, boy." Hanako digs around in a nearby drawer, he pulls out an erotic magazine. One of the pictures of the book shows a woman who is... ample in certain departments.

"Take this seriously! Damn it!" Kou swings his staff at the floating boy, sighing you follow Yashiro to another area of the Misaki realm.

"Stupid boys. But..." Yashiro blushes deeply. You glance at her, confused, waiting to see what she'll say.

"Y/N-Chan, what if bigger is better? If I were like that, maybe I'd be..."

She slowly starts to take off into her fantasy world, you couldn't help but chuckle a bit, you were at least a bit delighted that she was still able to be like this even when the situation itself was significant.

"We should get going and look for that arm. We wouldn't want the time to run out, right?"

Yashiro blinks back into reality and flushes. "R-Right! We've got to find that arm!"

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"Did you guys find an arm?"

You and Yashiro came across an arm that you both thought would fit. You noticed something...else about Yashiro, but decided to not mention it.

"We did!"

The three of you smiled proudly, holding up the individual arms. Your arm was missing a finger, it was covered in patches and the stuffing was slightly poking out at the seams. Kou held up a wooden arm, it was whittled into the shape of a tough-looking arm. It even had the correct muscle design and all... And Hanako held up a robotic arm, it looked impressively built.

"Listen..." Yashiro sighed, an irk mark appearing on her forehead.

"We're looking for a woman's right arm. Minamoto-Kun you just brought an arm that looked best to you! Y/N-Chan, that wouldn't even pass as a children's toy... Hanako-kun, you need to take this seriously!"

"Hey, are you boys even listening?!"

You look to your right and notice that the boys seemed to be paying attention to another aspect of Yashiro. Kou looked a bit bashful, trying to avert his gaze. Hanako, on the other hand, didn't try to hide his curiosity.

"Listen, Yashiro, I'd hate to say anything, but is something off about you?"

You hummed in and placed your finger on your chin, trying your best to not notice the obvious elephant in the room.

"Are you sure, Hanako-Kun? I don't notice anything different." You winked playfully at Yashiro, returning to your oblivious attitude once Hanako turned towards you.

"You're absolutely right, Y/N-Chan. I'm pretty sure I'm the same as usual."

Yashiro flips her hair, feeling delighted with herself and her new 'body'. Sadly, the large bra she had loosely tucked under her uniform, falls loose.

The mood between the four of you is still. You decide to move first, hurriedly grabbing the bra from the ground and pulling Yashiro to the side.

"Nene-Chan... your breasts fell out. Do you need help reattaching them?" You whisper, holding up the comically large bra in your hand.

Yashiro, angry and embarrassed, grabs the brassiere and throws it out of existence. She begins to ramble on incoherently, trying to explain the reason behind what happened.

"You don't have to say anything." Hanako pats the flustered girl's shoulder, smiling as if he understands her dilemma. Kou adds on as well, signaling that he also understands the poor girl's situation.

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The sound of giggles filled the room, you're attention shifts to the hourglass, its sand has completely drained to the bottom. The time has run out.

"It's time. It's time. It's time." The voice continued to whisper and giggle, growing closer and closer by every reiteration.

"It's time for class." The whispering voices were soon connected to the owners, the dolls from earlier stepped out of the shadows. This time, they appeared in a larger group.

"No way! We were too late, all we had to do was turn the arm in." Yashiro yelled out, pointing towards the offering cabinet.

"Who's late for class?" The dolls muttered.

"Come and get me. I'll turn the tables on you!" Kou confidently yelled.

It's almost as if they had heard him, because right after he declared that, a large and sharp scissors appears from the darkness. Before you could react, Hanako's voice rings out.

"Get down!"

In a swift movement, Hanako manages to push you, Kou, and Yashiro below the blades of the scissors. You hardly manage to look up due to Hanako's weight on the top of your head, but you catch a glimpse of the menacingly large scissors that tried to attack you.

Oh no...

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I really don't want to die like this...

Imagine how scary I'd look as a ghost! No one would want to communicate with me if my bottom half was missing...!

Can I even die in this form? I'd rather not find out.

You panicky sprinted up the stairs of the Misaki realm, yelling in fear alongside your equally as panicked companions.

The voices of the dolls grew close, the feeling of little hands gripping onto you came abruptly.

"Yashiro!"

"Senpai—!"

Turning away from the dolls, your eyes widen when you realize that Yashiro is about to be decapitated from the simple cut of the scissors.

"NO!" You scream out, extending your arm as you try to reach for her. We looked back at you in surprise and fear, reaching out for you as well.

Yashiro...! No!

It was almost as if time slowed down for you, your legs moved as if they had a mind of their own. And yet, every part of you knew where you were ready to go.

You slide quickly between the closing blades, subconsciously focusing all of your spiritual energy into your hands. You prepared yourself for any outcome and closed your eyes.

A surge of energy solidified in your hands, the sound of metal clashing rung in your ears a second after. You opened your eyes to see an unknown weapon in your hand, it looked like a staff but two immensely sharp blades sit on each end. It mirrored your current spiritual outfit, the designs looked particularly similar.

Before you could react, a swift breeze passes behind you. Looking behind your shoulder, you see Hanako carrying Yashiro a safe distance away.

Turning back towards the scissors, you abruptly duck away from the potential slicing of the scissors cut. Hanako takes this as a chance to get into a battle with the scissors.

You run back to Kou and Yashiro, letting go of that breath that you held in for so long.

"Y/N-Chan..." Yashiro mumbled, looking towards you worriedly.

You smiled reassuringly, despite the burning hot sensation swirling around on your palms.

The three of you watched as Hanako fights off the murderous scissors. Soon, the Scissors is defeated by Hanako and falls to the floor lifelessly.

"Yay! You did it!" Yashiro cheered, you clapped in a celebratory manner, flinching at the pain.

"No. It's not over yet."

The menacing scissors didn't stay don't for long, soon returning to its position, ready for another attack. Again, the dolls interfered, creeping closer towards you and Yashiro. Out of fear and panic, Yashiro grabs onto your arm. You steadied yourself, even if you did not have enough strength for another miracle attack.

"Boy!"

"You don't have to tell me twice!"

Reacting to Hanako's call, Kou uses his staff to fend off the possessed dolls. The dolls flew away from you, looking drained of any life.

"Now that's the stuff!" Hanako took this as an opening to return the rest of the group, without time to waste, the boys grab you and Yashiro abruptly. Hanako carries Yashiro under his arm while Kou carries You over his shoulder.

"Run!"

"But the door isn't ...!"

You couldn't see what was happening in front of you, due to the way Kou was holding you. But you heard the distinct voices of the Mokke. That little concentration you used to listen to what was happening in front of you was disrupted by the sound of the large scissors growing closer.

"Quick. Offer the arm!" You hear Hanako yell and with an abrupt motion, Kou places you down, grabs, and throws what you believe to be one of the arm offerings into the offering cabinet.

The cabinet closes shut at the arm flys in, as a reaction, the large doors that blocked your exit before creaked open. The four of you waste no time running in and closing the doors before the scissors could get to you.

You gave a breath of relief, leaning over to catch your breath, you flick her when you realized that your hands were still wounded.

Ah, I should hide these... I wouldn't want to worry or put anyone in danger. Hopefully, I won't have to do any more combat.

Tucking your hands away, you look around the area. It looked just like before, with more dolls and stairs. Just as the worries and regrets seeped in, you shake yourself out of it and smile, encouraged.

There's still more to do, I need to stay strong!

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