Summer Sunden
I need IFF asap
You died, only to be reborn. You find yourself on a field surrounded by dead bodies, and the sounds of fighting close ahead. Around you, five others stand. You feel a power welling within you, and, through some arcane power, you know how to tap into it. You begin to sing.
Alex was not having a good day. First, he'd died, gotten Isekai'd as a fucking Fubuki Expy, complete with Foxy Ears and tail, and now, on top of all of that, what looked like bandits were assaulting a figure surrounded by guards. So, drawing deep within the well of power she had been granted, Alex Lee began to sing,
Todoke todoke omoi yo todoke
Sou ano hi egao watashi no negai subete
Kimi to yasashii jikan e to
Todoke~
Power welled up within her, her body transforming into that of a servant, a Crystalized legend of a being sitting on the Throne of Heroes. Her form was that of Fubuki, (Oh the Irony) The Hero of Snowflakes, the one who had brought an end to the war against the abyss. She immediately began moving forward, using her E ranked agility to close in on the enemy, and then punching the closet bandit in the face.
Umi no ao hirogaru
Akarenga sono mukou ni
Nee
The bandit went flying, skidding to a stop somewhere to her immediate left, though Alex paid no attention. Instead, she turned and looked towards her fellow Isekais, looking to see what they were doing.
My eyes open to find not the mangled wrecks of cars nor myself, but instead, a field of... bloodied bodies? I have never seen such deaths before, not before my own eyes, undiluted by a TV or computer screen.
Sounds of clashing steel ring ahead. Are those... bandits? They look way too much like brigands, clothed in same attire as most of the bodies, assaulting some person with uniformed guards. Oddly enough, I feel no pain on me, but rather, energy. More than I ever felt before. I have never felt so alive.
My first thought is to run, for I'd rather not involve myself as collateral damage, but that warm feeling of strength within me keeps me in place. My second thought is that I don't know what is going on, besides seeing two groups fighting. Who are the innocents here, the good ones? Are the bandits really bandits, or are appearances deceiving? What if I inadvertently help the enemy or the tyrant?
My third thought is that I have to act now, to have my questions answered. And I can't do that if they're killing each other. That has to stop. This time, I won't stand idly by.
A phrase comes to mind, a very familiar chant, Hibiki's chant. It was already committed to memory before, but as I instinctively sing it, I realize that it holds so much more meaning, more substance for me now, and that my voice has become feminine, more beautiful. It even sounds like Hibiki herself.
Balwisyall nescell Gungnir tron~
To everyone else, I'm engulfed in a flash of yellow light before quickly emerging from it in my empowered form, but to me, it is longer and more detailed. Heralded by the sound of breaking glass, an energetic, upbeat music rings in my ears as a white void surrounds me, bordered by black musical notes and staffs and chemical structure diagrams, the last of which resemble outlines and patterns of incomplete hexagons.
I find my body engulfed in glowing white, its shape very female, curves and all, making me smile and hug myself in joy. Whatever put me here also fixed my body. With a stomp of my foot, a black surface emerges from it, as yellow hexagons stream up and encase my body, only to scatter as they unveil a stylized cozy costume: black stockings, orange short shorts and leotard, and white sleeves, all with some lingering yellow hexagons. New knowledge affixes itself into my mind and body, as I welcome the mental and physical memory of stances, punches, elbows, knees, kicks and more.
Bajiquan, they call the art. Direct. Explosive. Spear-like.
It feels second nature and empowering to me, as I demonstrate some of its forms in action, against surrounding imaginary foes. A translucent yellow hexagon of glass appears in front, and after a charging step from me, it is shattered with the force of several quick blows. The stream of shards swiftly envelops my waiting hands and forearms, as they reform into gauntlets and vambraces, artistically rendered in white, orange and gold. "SG-r03' Gungnir" it reads in yellow text, as I realize that Hibiki's own Symphogear is with me. I close and open my hands as I test them out, and the Armed Gear feels oh so comfy and snug to wear. Who needs a spear when you
are the spear? Figuratively, of course.
Another stomp from my foot brings forth a yellow shockwave, which proceeds to reform around me as accessories and pieces of armor. Greaves and boots guard my legs and feet, while a mini half-skirt flares behind my waist. A long scarf forms around my neck, while noise-cancelling headphones slides down onto my head, "System All Green" and "Normal Operation", helpfully written on the sides in green and blue font, respectively. It also makes me realize that my ears are different, above my head, and like a bunny's in shape. Whatever put me here also turned me into a faunus!
I look at myself one more time, noticing that I might as well be Hibiki herself. My hair, however, is longer than what hers would be, and it feels fluffier, too. Then, with one more quick demo of my technique, a powerful thought forms in my mind. Whatever happens...
Don't worry. Everything's fine.
My final punch shatters the scenery to reveal the present, the battle raging in front of me. The lyrics of an energetic song resound in my head as I instinctively lend my voice to it, and how wonderful it feels to do so.
It's not only my own power that I feel, though, but also the strength of a few others. I even see blades and the like being pulled from people's hands towards somewhere else. Polarity much?
Before I can actually go for aggressive negotiations, I see one of the powerful fighters looking at me (
@Miho Chan). "What's going on? Which ones are the innocents?" I ask her. I feel I need to be reassured that I'm not fighting on the wrong side.
