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

Chapter 401

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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ᮄᮟ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮣᮤᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢᮣᯈ

ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮤᮙᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮞᮟᮦᮕᮜ ᮟᮖᮖᮙᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮜᮥᮔᮕᮣ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮥᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

ᮄᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮖᮢᮑᮞᮛᮺ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮸ᯖᮑᮙ ᯖᮥ᮸ ᮢᮕᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮩᮞᮟᮠᮣᮙᮣᮼ ᯗ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮜᮑᮢᮙᮖᮩᯈ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮣᮠᮙᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮞᮟᮦᮕᮜ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮛᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮖᮙᮓ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮙᮞᮕ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮞᮕᮺ ᮵ᯒᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮙᮜᮙᮑᮜ ᮠᮙᮕᮤᮩ ᮙᮣᯍ᮵

ᯗ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮥᮝᮟᮢᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮥᮢᮣᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮕᮨᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮒᮜᮩᮼ ᯗ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮙᮜᮑᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮓᮢᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ—ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮣᮠᮙᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮟᮔᮕᮔᮼ

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮙᮞᮣᮠᮙᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮼ ᯔᮙᮗᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮔᮑᮠᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮠᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢᮻᮒᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮢᮟᮝᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮶ᮒᮙᮑᮞᮚᮙᮑ᮷ ᮗᮕᮞᮢᮕ ᯗ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮜᮜᮕᮞᮗᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮑᮛᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮕᮼ ᮄᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮜᮩ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮗᮕᮞᮢᮕ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮤᮟᮛᮥᮣᮑᮤᮣᮥ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮸ᯑᮑᮢᮔᮓᮑᮠᮤᮟᮢ ᮃᮑᮛᮥᮢᮑ᮸ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮸ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮃᮠᮕᮓᮻᯝᮠᮣ ᯏᮣᮥᮛᮑ᮸ᮼ ᯏᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮝᮟᮥᮣ ᮙᮞᮔᮥᮣᮤᮢᮩ ᮤᮙᮤᮜᮕᮣᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮸ᯛᮑᮔᮟᮛᮑ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑ᮸ᮺ ᯗ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮦᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮖᮑᮓᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮙᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮙᮤᮩ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᯀᮾᯀᮿᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮗᮕᮞᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮟᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮙᮤᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮔᮙᮤᮟᮢ ᮣᮥᮗᮗᮕᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᯗ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮕ ᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮠᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮞᮙᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮣᮕᮤᮥᮠᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮵ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮣ᮵ ᮤᮩᮠᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢᮻᮒᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮢᮟᮝᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮜᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮣᮤᮑᮒᮜᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮼ ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᯗ ᮧᮢᮟᮤᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮓᮘᮑᮠᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮔᮙᮤᮟᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮔᮕᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮕᮚᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮑᮩᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮢᮟᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮻᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕ ᮶᮪ᮙᮚᮙᮑ᮷ ᮞᮟᮦᮕᮜ—ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮣᮺ ᮖᮜᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮑᮓᮥᮜᮑᮢᮜᮩᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮞᮟᮤᮕᮣᮼ ᯕᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮼᮼᮼ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮗᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮙᮝᮙᮜᮑᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮑᮗᮟᮞᮙᮣᮤᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮣᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮞᮟᮦᮕᮜᮣᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮟᮖᮤᮕᮞ ᮖᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮙᮞᮦᮙᮞᮓᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮕᮝᮑᮜᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮣᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᯏᮜᮢᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮠᮢᮕᮝᮕᮺ ᮟᮢ ᯚᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮃᮥᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢᮻᮒᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮞᮟᮦᮕᮜᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮠᮢᮕᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮟᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮦᮙᮞᮓᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮗᮟᮕᮣ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮶ᮄᮃ᮷ᮺ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮥᮒᮚᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮦᮑᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮖᮑᮜᮜᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮗᮢᮑᮓᮕ—

ᯐᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮟᮦᮕᮜᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮢᮛ ᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮒᮥᮢᮣᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮵ᮙᮞᮣᮠᮙᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ᮵ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮖᮢᮑᮞᮛᮜᮩᮺ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮤᮕᮜᮜᮑᮢᮼ ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮃᮻᮤᮙᮕᮢ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮦᮕᮢᮑᮗᮕ ᮣᮥᮒᮣᮓᮢᮙᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᯀᮺᯅᮾᮾᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮻᮤᮙᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮡᮥᮙᮢᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᯂᮾᮾᮺᮾᮾᮾ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮥᮣᮘ ᮠᮘᮑᮣᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᯗ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮖᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮩᮞᮟᮠᮣᮙᮣ ᮠᮜᮟᮤ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮖᮥᮜᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮩᮞᮟᮠᮣᮙᮣ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᯆᮾᮾᮺᮾᮾᮾ ᮤᮟ ᯇᮾᮾᮺᮾᮾᮾ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᯚᮟᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞ ᮠᮜᮟᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮜᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮒᮣᮕᮡᮥᮕᮞᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮞᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮑᮝ ᮧᮕᮜᮜ ᮑᮧᮑᮢᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮗᮢᮑᮤᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ

ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮤ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮓᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮑᮣ ᮶ᮖᮑᮞᮧᮑᮙ᮷ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮠᮙᮜᮟᮗᮥᮕᮣ ᮶ᮘᮟᮥᮢᮙ ᮤᮑᮞ᮷ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮓᮛ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯗ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮕ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮑ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮟᮖ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮩ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮕᮠᮙᮜᮟᮗᮥᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮖᮟᮓᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮕᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞ ᮟᮒᮣᮕᮢᮦᮕᮢᮼ

ᮂᮕᮗᮑᮢᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮣᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮸ᯕᮘᮟᮣᮤ ᮄᮑᮝᮕᮢᯈ ᯗᮖ ᮉᮟᮥ ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᯚᮟᮦᮕ ᯛᮕ ᮀᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢᮜᮩᮺ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮇᮙᮜᮜ ᯒᮙᮕ᮸ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑ ᮘᮟᮢᮢᮟᮢ ᮢᮕᮦᮙᮦᮑᮜ ᮤᮩᮠᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮺ ᮑ ᮠᮥᮢᮕ ᮿᮦᮿ ᮢᮟᮝᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮟᮖᮖᮙᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮜᮥᮔᮕᮣᮺ ᯗ ᮠᮜᮑᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮓᮙᮠᮑᮤᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮝᮝᮕᮢ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮇᮕᮣᮤᮕᮢᮞ ᯔᮑᮞᮤᮑᮣᮩ ᯚᮟᮢᮔ ᮞᮟᮦᮕᮜ—ᮑ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮜᮓᮘᮕᮝᮙᮣᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮩᮟᮥᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮢᮔ—

ᯏᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣᮺ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧᮼ

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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