Daughter! Don’t You Understand the First Thing About Filial Piety?!

Chapter 377

Daughter! Don’t You Understand the First Thing About Filial Piety?!

“Dad, you’ve been awfully chummy with Ren-kun from next door lately,” Hana Tanaka observed, her eyes narrowed at her father, Kenji Tanaka, who stubbornly was still in her Magical Girl Black outfit. “Ah, Hana-chan! Well, Dad and Ren-kun were just… discussing your future marriage prospects with him!” Black stammered, a bead of sweat forming under her bangs. “Still in that ridiculous getup, Dad? And why haven’t you changed back for days? The neighbors are starting to give us looks!” “A Magical Girl must always be vigilant against the encroaching Evil Organization threatening our beloved city!” “Enough excuses! Tell me the truth, Dad!” Hana demanded, hands on her hips. After a long long while of silent, Black sighed, “Hana, my dearest daughter… your dear Okaasan, before she passed, wished for my happiness. And Ren-kun… he’s just like her. So gentle, so kind! It must be her, reincarnated as a boy! This magical power, this frilly costume… it was all granted so I could be with her again!” Hana recoiled. “Dad, that’s… that’s completely ridiculous! You can’t actually be planning to marry him!” “And why shouldn’t your Dad find a little joy?!” Black fumed, cheeks flushing, “Don’t you understand the first thing about filial piety?! One more word of your youthful impertinence, and Ren-kun will be your new step-father by sunset!” “You crazy old fool! So that was your twisted plan all along! Fine! If it’s a battle you desire, then a battle you shall receive! Only one Tanaka is walking out of this living room alive!” “Prepare yourself! Witness my ultimate technique! God-Severing Cleave!!”

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ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮗᮕᮞᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮟᮓᮥᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮕᮣᮺ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮘᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮕᮤᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮥᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮢᮕᮤᮙᮢᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮢᮕᮤᮙᮢᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮟᮖᮖᮙᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮙᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮥᮤᮙᮕᮣᮼ

ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮑᮢᮓᮘ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮙᮟᮔ ᮩᮙᮕᮜᮔᮕᮔ ᮢᮕᮗᮢᮕᮤᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮥᮜᮤᮣ—ᮣᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮔᮕᮜᮦᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮻᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᯜᮙᮞᮤᮘ ᮃᮕᮞᮣᮕ—ᮣᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮞᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮑᮓᮑᮔᮕᮝᮙᮓ ᮑᮥᮤᮘᮟᮢᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮖᮑᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮦᮑᮞᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮓᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮦᮙᮢᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᮻᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮑᮢᮓᮘ ᮤᮟᮠᮙᮓᮼ

ᯔᮥᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮜᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ

ᮇᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮑᮒᮟᮤᮑᮗᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠᮼ ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮥᮒᮤᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮕᮔ ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ—ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮝᮑᮞᮑᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮦᮕᮢᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮣᮣᮙᮗᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮑᮣᮛᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮥᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮢᮑᮔᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮜᮙᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮑᮢᮕᮑᮣᯈ ᮓᮟᮝᮒᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮙᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮙᮔᮟᮜ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮥᮣ—ᮑ ᮔᮥᮑᮜ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮟᮞᮣᮙᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ’ᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮠᮤ’ᮣ ᮙᮞᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮑᮞᮑᮗᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮔᮟᮜ ᮑᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮑᮢᮤ ᮤᮩᮠᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮜᮟᮞᮗᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

ᯐᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯕᮢᮕᮑᮤ ᯏᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᯏᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮅᮣᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮢᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮖᮖ ᮑ ᮠᮟᮢᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤ ᮣᮩᮣᮤᮕᮝ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮜᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮣᮩᮣᮤᮕᮝᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮘᮕᮢᮟ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮕᮻᮕᮦᮑᮜᮥᮑᮤᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜᮣ ᮕᮑᮢᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮔᮟᮜᮣ ᮔᮟᮕᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᯉ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮑᮙᮞᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮠᮕᮞᮔᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮞᮕᮗᮟᮤᮙᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤᮣᮼ

ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯘᮙᮞ ᮈᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮕᮢᮑᮺ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮣᮣᮙᮗᮞᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᯑᮜᮕᮑᮢ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮝᮞᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮕᮢᮑᯍ᮰

ᯘᮙᮞ ᮈᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮕᮔᮼ

ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮢᮕᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮝᮥᮜᮤᮙᮠᮜᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮞ ᮦᮙᮜᮜᮑᮙᮞᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮻᮑᮜᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮤᮣᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ—ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮦᮙᮔᮥᮑᮜ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣ—ᮧᮘᮟ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮟᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮣᮕᮜᮦᮕᮣ ᮢᮕᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮔᮼ ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮤᮩᮠᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮑᮓᮘᮕᮼ᮰

ᮅᮞᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔᮻᮕᮢᮑ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮠᮟᮠ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮝᮑᮩᮘᮕᮝᮺ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮢᮗᮕᮤᮣ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮦᮙᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮦᮙᮜᮜᮑᮙᮞᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤᮼ

ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮑ ᮒᮜᮙᮞᮔ ᮕᮩᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮑᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮤᮼ

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮝᮑᮢᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮒᮑᮤᮑᮞᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᯛᮙᮣᮣ ᯘᮙᮞ ᮈᮙᮞᮗᮺ᮰ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮑᮢᮙᮖᮙᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢᯉ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮠᮥᮒᮜᮙᮓ ᮙᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮢᮕᮤᮢᮙᮕᮦᮑᮜᮼ ᮄᮟ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩᯈ ᯗ ᮣᮓᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮛᮕᮼ ᯗᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᯍ᮰

ᯘᮙᮞ ᮈᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮔᮔᮕᮔ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᯈ ᮰ᯗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮼ᮰

ᯑᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤᮺ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮓᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼᮼᮼ

ᯖᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ—ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮗᮞᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᮼ

ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮤᮙᮢ ᮥᮠ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤᮼᮼᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ—ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮠᮺ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮖᮖᮟᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮖᮥᮜᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮝᮕᮣᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮔᮕᮼ

ᯏ ᮢᮙᮦᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣᮼᮼᮼᮯ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮞᮙᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮄᮙᮝᮕ ᮂᮙᮦᮕᮢᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮕ ᮄᮙᮝᮕ ᮂᮙᮦᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮢᮥᮠᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮢᮜᮠᮟᮟᮜᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮘᮥᮢᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮢᮑ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮜᮩ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢ ᮙᮤᯉ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᯏᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮜᮣᮕᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮓᮕᮣᮣᮑᮢᮩ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮝᮺ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮧᮕᮠᮤ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ᮰

ᯛᮙᮣᮣ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜᯍ ᯘᮙᮞ ᮈᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮔᮝᮙᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮂᮙᮦᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᯗᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮓᮕᮑᮣᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮢᮕᮔᮙᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮵ᮠᮑᮣᮤ᮵ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮖᮥᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮢᮝᮕᮔᮺ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮘᮙᮣᮤᮟᮢᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮟᮻᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮰ᮝᮟᮜᮕᮣ᮰ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ—ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮑᮞᮞᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮙᮟᮢᮙᮤᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮥᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮥᮕ ᮠᮥᮢᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮞᮑᮜ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮤᮣᮼ ᯜᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮥᮤᮘᮟᮢᮙᮤᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮙᮢᮝᮜᮩ ᮕᮣᮤᮑᮒᮜᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮗᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞᮥᮠ ᮟᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮕᮞᮥᮙᮞᮕᮜᮩ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᮄᮑᮢᮗᮕᮤ ᮜᮟᮓᮛᮕᮔᯈ ᯔᮟᮢᮝᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮟᮺ ᮂᮑᮓᮟᮟᮞ ᯕᮟᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮇᮑᮢᮼ ᯏᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᯈ ᯐᮜᮑᮔᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮢᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᯕᮟᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮑᮣᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮘᮙ ᯘᮙᮑᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮒᮕᮜᮜᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮒᮣᮕᮡᮥᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮙᮝᮠᮢᮙᮣᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯏᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮅᮣᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮞᮙᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮑᮢᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮢᮟᮩᮕᮔᮼ ᯑᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮢᮝᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮕᮝᮠᮜᮟᮩᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ᮰

ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮢᮕᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᯘᮙᮞ ᮈᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮰ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮞᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮂᮑᮓᮟᮟᮞ ᯕᮟᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮇᮑᮢ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮑᮧ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮣ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮨᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮢᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮑᮢᮤᮣ ᮤᮕᮓᮘᮞᮙᮡᮥᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮑᮛ—ᮞᮟᮤ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣᮼ ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᮗᮕᮞᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮒᮑᮤᮻᮖᮟᮓᮥᮣᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮞᮕᮖᮙᮓᮙᮑᮜᮼ᮰

᮰ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮔᮕᮑᮜᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮼ᮰

ᯘᮙᮞ ᮈᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᯒᮙᮣᮣᮟᮓᮙᮑᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᯗᮔᮕᮞᮤᮙᮤᮩ ᯒᮙᮣᮟᮢᮔᮕᮢᮺ᮰ ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮢᮢᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮂᮑᮓᮟᮟᮞ ᯕᮟᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮇᮑᮢ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮠᮜᮙᮤ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮒᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮙᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮵ᮒᮢᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ᮵ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮕᮨᮘᮙᮒᮙᮤᮣ ᮑᮞᮤᮙᮣᮟᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮞᮓᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕᮔ ᮕᮝᮠᮜᮟᮩᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮒᮢᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮼ ᯛᮩ ᮂᮙᮦᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᯗᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮓᮑᮠᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮣᮕᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏ ᮔᮥᮑᮜ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮢᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮑᮢᮤᮣᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮗᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᯈ ᮰ᯗ ᮘᮟᮠᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮞᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤ ᮝᮕᮼ᮰

ᮼᮼᮼ

ᯘᮙᮞ ᮈᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮜᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮩ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮧᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮂᮑᮓᮟᮟᮞ ᯕᮟᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮇᮑᮢ ᮙᮗᮞᮟᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮖᮟᮓᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮀᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕᯈ ᮰ᮇᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮟᮢᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᯗᮣ ᮙᮤ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮕᮢᮑ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᯛᮙᮣᮣ ᮂᮑᮓᮟᮟᮞᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮣᮕᮕᮝ ᮥᮞᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᮇᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝᮼ᮰

᮰ᯜᮟᮯ ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮑᮜᮠᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

ᯘᮙᮞ ᮈᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮒᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮥᮒᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮢ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮂᮑᮓᮟᮟᮞ ᯕᮟᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮇᮑᮢ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᯈ ᮰ᮉᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮯ ᯚᮕᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮟᮯ᮰

Daughter! Don’t You Understand the First Thing About Filial Piety?!

“Dad, you’ve been awfully chummy with Ren-kun from next door lately,” Hana Tanaka observed, her eyes narrowed at her father, Kenji Tanaka, who stubbornly was still in her Magical Girl Black outfit. “Ah, Hana-chan! Well, Dad and Ren-kun were just… discussing your future marriage prospects with him!” Black stammered, a bead of sweat forming under her bangs. “Still in that ridiculous getup, Dad? And why haven’t you changed back for days? The neighbors are starting to give us looks!” “A Magical Girl must always be vigilant against the encroaching Evil Organization threatening our beloved city!” “Enough excuses! Tell me the truth, Dad!” Hana demanded, hands on her hips. After a long long while of silent, Black sighed, “Hana, my dearest daughter… your dear Okaasan, before she passed, wished for my happiness. And Ren-kun… he’s just like her. So gentle, so kind! It must be her, reincarnated as a boy! This magical power, this frilly costume… it was all granted so I could be with her again!” Hana recoiled. “Dad, that’s… that’s completely ridiculous! You can’t actually be planning to marry him!” “And why shouldn’t your Dad find a little joy?!” Black fumed, cheeks flushing, “Don’t you understand the first thing about filial piety?! One more word of your youthful impertinence, and Ren-kun will be your new step-father by sunset!” “You crazy old fool! So that was your twisted plan all along! Fine! If it’s a battle you desire, then a battle you shall receive! Only one Tanaka is walking out of this living room alive!” “Prepare yourself! Witness my ultimate technique! God-Severing Cleave!!”

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