Editing Shakugan no Shana:Volume0 Chapter 1 (section)

=== 1. Broken World ===

This boundary, called a "wet zone", is an ability.
Equipment for disappearing waves and waterproof pipes have
been installed on a floor. This is surrounded by a water park.


This is nothing unusual, but I suppose we could use the term
"beautiful" to describe it.

Why can't I just say,"There is a pool?"

Shana arrived at the conclusion as she was preoccupied.

Tying back her straight black hair,
her figure towering over the pool side, shining sunlight
reflecting off her small body. No sense of existence was
felt in her, but her swimsuit was decorated with
an unconventional design.

A black design speckled inside larger groups of red tried in 
vain to cover a pitifully flat sight.

What! What is with this description!? Giving me a gaze that
would throw me into Cocytus or turn me into stone from head to
toe, or flush me down the drain, I felt just like a board.


"Wait a minute! This is different from what was said in Volume One!
Elegant, cool, and clear curves on the figure - what happened to
those!? Or maybe you still can say that and are indirectly
taking revenge?" asked Shana.

From the very start, Yoshida Kasumi hit the bull's eye. A white
one-piece dress on top of the swimsuit was then covered by a
parker. Usually, a modest outfit suits a beautiful appearance,
but that was cruelly hidden beneath a cloak. It was as if our very 
dreams were stolen.

"Th-this is sexual harrassment," she said as her cheeks reddened. Using
a crowded, diminished scale to compare to the valley of Yoshida's own 
chest...Looking at it for an instant, Shana is clearly the original model.

"First of all, why is this starting with pools and a swimsuit?
Sure, summer is special, but this project is starting to feel cheap,"
said Shana, hopelessly cutting to the point. Shana was in the middle of the pool,
staying aloft on a float.

On top of that, a goggles and swimsuit wearing Glasses-Man Aqua, the
kind you'd see in a swimming race, was present. This person, named
Ike Hayato, was drawing on a board, looking down from overhead. He
sometimes clapped his hands.

"Well, this is originally supposed to be a trifling paradise action
novel ... NOT!"

It has instead become a sexy fanservice novel according to my desires.
It has betrayed its beginning. It has now been liberated.
"It's a bother, so you can read the author's complaints in the
postscript template," said the author.

Shana hit my forehead and roared.

"Listen up! I thought the author would have a good reason for making me
wear a simsuit!" Yoshida cowered before speaking. "But this way I
won't be able to give the readers any sexy fanservice." Though clearly
worried, he tried to say something to lighten the scene.

"Why, that's right! Did you know, everyone? The Bay City Feelings of
the Giant's Moat! In fact, in other countries, the saying 'what's yours
is mine, what's mine is mine' exists as a common proverb."

Some uninteresting bit of knowledge was being unfolded at such times. "Okay,
maybe what I was saying is wrong," he said.

"Give an answer in under five seconds," said Shana.

"It seems art based on gathering shapes or evidence isn't an art," offered
the author.

"I bet you'll say the answer is in the margin on the next page, " said
Shana.
"You can't change much in one work of art," replied the director,
arguing with her. Yoshida's cheeks puffed
out while she was preparing some kind of argument. Adjusting his
glasses, Megane Man reversed the beat.

"The theme, in terms of its description, is a strange and wonderful
kind of tofu. In terms of content, it's 'this is a conspiracy, yo!'

"Now, because this message will not automatically self-destruct,
please dispose of it thoroughly," noted the director.

"For some reason, this is a very slipshod, sloppy job," observed
Shana.

"Because it's something designed for service, instead of going past
good taste, breaking it completely makes you feel good, doesn't it?
In the end, this volume has no relation to the others. It's an extra!"
the author stated triumphantly.

"I suppose that's true, but-" began Shana.

"We'll, let's go to the next thing. To the next. Let's swim in the pool!

"For fun, going with the premise of swimming." said the author, changing
the topic.
Fluttering her hands, Shana turned upon the water's shining surface.
Aiming for her prey, she dove in like a water bird.