Editing Kämpfer:Volume 1 Chapter 1

==Chapter 1==

When I woke up early in the morning, there was a strange woman in the mirror.


Everything was the same as usual, or so I thought.  I had opened my eyes upon awakening in the morning. Twisting the faucet to wash my face before breakfast, I looked up and saw a woman peering back at me. 

She was probably sixteen or seventeen year old. She had pitch black hair and neat firm lips. Her face was split by a straight nose with white skin typical of a Japanese person. Judging from her age it would be appropriate to describe her as a beautiful girl on the brink of becoming a beautiful woman, such was the reality of the beauty in front of me.  Were she to be published in a graveur Shonen Manga magazine, her appearance would have it reaching the top of the charts without a hitch.

However even that face was displaying a perplexed expression.

I guess it was only natural to be perplexed.  At any rate even I was astonished at this situation. 

In the first place it was currently early morning. Moreover it was a weekday. Given that I was just an uninteresting high school student, it is unexpected that something like that would take place after school. Nevertheless, I am having a close encounter with a girl through the mirror. This is something like a miracle. 

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<!--12-->My parents would point at me, openly laughing loudly at me. Even if they were my birth parents they, without allowing for any opportunity to object, had moved far away for job relocation, leaving me at home alone. My hairstyle that had become an object of ridicule for all mankind, that was what I was accustomed to seeing in the mirror.  This morning in the washroom, I had been on the verge of affirming that it was still the same as always.

(What had happened……)

Given that it was still morning my mind wasn't fully functional. That this beautiful girl being before my eyes was part of reality, this is something I still can't believe.

(Is the world reflected by the mirror real……?) <!-- this sentence is so fucked up 鏡の世界って実在するのか? I was like ok... after translating all the kanji my face was like this t(-.-t)-->

Foolishly, I pondered such a thing. It is certainly something doubtful, but somehow it must be real. Otherwise I would never have expected a woman to suddenly appear like this.

Presumably, this would seem to be the "Awakening in the morning to find a cute girl beside your pillow" situation that people dream about. One possibility. Some time ago, while exchanging jokes with my friends we had spoken of "One day a beautiful girl will appear from inside of your desk”, I hadn't imagined that I'd encounter it in reality. 

As one would expect of '''Japan'''<ref>For whatever reason, Japan was written as "Nippon" in Katekana instead of the usual Kanji</ref>.  The country of Kotodama<ref>Kotodama, meaning the power of words, is a Japanese belief that words can magically affect reality. In short, he's saying that by telling the story, the story came to life.</ref>.

Nevertheless, encountering such a sight in reality, as expected it is quite surprising. I do prefer girls who look quite pretty, but for one to appear without any warning.Quite possibly, this could be considered trespassing. 

The girl wasn’t saying anything. Since she was an intruder, she probably wouldn’t be able to speak Japanese. She seemed reserved or rather surprised. Her eyes had been opened wide for some time now.

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It was not unreasonable though. To encounter a man in the morning, anyone would be surprised. Sympathizing with her to some extent, I somehow managed to compose myself and reached to my hands towards the running water. I was planning to splash some water on my face to calm down.

"Ha?"
 
What was with this chick? That she would wash her face at the same time as me. Was this merely a coincidence, or is this harassment? <!-- Holy shit this guys **** retarded lol! once again back to top comment: In the morning I'm **** stupid! ed:prolly just in sub-cconscious denial :p-->

Looking in the mirror, I was surprised once again. It seemed the girl's mouth was also open as though saying “Ha”.

A bad premonition filled my mind.

Occasionally I have a sharp intuition. I had experienced this feeling before. When my baby spotted turtle "Takkun" had died, it had been right before I received a failing grade in four consecutive subjects.  I was naturally very sad afterwards.  Could the turtle have sensed something?

Remaining completely motionless, I timidly reached my hand towards my cheek.

The girl was also reaching her hand towards her cheek.

In spite of my heart being overcome by panic, at that moment I  pinched my cheek with my right hand.

As before the girl was also pinching her cheek. 

My premonition was forming dark clouds, which enveloped my mind. Maybe, just maybe. That was me, could that really be?

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At this point I held my breath for the sake of suppressing a scream. Then, with all my strength, I twisted my index finger and thumb.

My cheek was inflicted with unthinkable pain.

“Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ouch!!”

I rolled around while screaming. The girl on the other side of the mirror was similarly rolling around.

By now there was no doubt. Standing up, I looked down at my own chest in the mirror.

What existed there was a beautiful pair of abundant mounds one would hardly expect to find on a man.

“UWAA!!”

I raised what was probably the largest scream of my life.

“……Why did I become a woman?!!”

Myself who was in the mirror as well was likewise screaming the same thing. 

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Shouldn't I call down first? For what reason did such a thing happen? 

I am Senou Natsuru, a seventeen year old second year student in high school. Slender and of medium height. As for my grades, at one point my grades were really good, and then there was another time when my grades were really bad. In other words, I am right in them middle. My reflexes are also average. Even if I am describing myself, I really am just average guy that you can find anywhere. 
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The only thing I take pride in is that my eyesight in both eyes exceeds 1.2. <!-- I don’t know how the whole vision thing is scaled.-->
Or to put it the other way, there was nothing else I could take pride in. That's quite sad. 

Speaking of things I lack I've never had a girlfriend either.  Both my elementary and middle school had been coed, yet when it came to girls they would all pass ahead of me without getting any closer than "friend". In regards to this it might as well say "Never had a relationship with a girl" written across my chest.

Even though that's what one would expect.

To be able to have had a relationship with a girl. That would have been nice. You can say it would likely be delightful. However, while I have been "wishing for a girlfriend", that was no reason for me to "give up on being a man".

“UWAAAA!”

I scream one more time, though it's not as though that did anything to change the situation.

Calm, be calm. I earnestly try to persuade myself.

Since I had already screamed twice, I put forth a great effort to restrain my mind going forward. My throat was sore. It seemed like my mind had been going through this agony for a number of hours, but in reality it had been just under ten minutes. But for the current me, that was the time it had taken for me to start to comprehend what had happened.

To start with for what reason have I turned into a woman?

I have absolutely no idea how this happened. I’ve neither received hormone injections, nor have I even been to Morocco. Nowadays by doing a search on the internet, it's simple to find doctors who can turn you into a woman through plastic surgery, but even with all the benefits of IT something to this extent isn't possible<ref>Not sure why the Japanese uses IT here. I might have misunderstood the reference.</ref>.

Well then what is this? The comeback of candid camera?

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I peered into the mirror. The beautiful looking girl that was myself had very gloomy expression. 

“……Showing such an expression, it spoils a beautiful person.“

I let slip something profound immediately after. Fool. What am I saying to myself?

She is pretty nevertheless.  Attentively, I pondered such things. When it comes to the type of girl men like, if one were to paint a vague image in one's mind, you could say confidently that it would resemble her more or less. In fact, with her being right there at the moment, there's just reason to say that "spot on resemblance" is more accurate than "more or less". 

If I were to encounter her in town, it goes without saying that I might fall in love as soon as I began conversing with her. If it wasn't myself that is.

I had been looking down at what my body had become. For some time I had been looking at those extremely large breasts. However, it was something else that captivated me.

“……A sailor uniform!?”

Worn by girls, those who wear the sailor uniform often induce dark delusions among the men of the maturing generation.

Immediately after I wake up, I have a habit of changing into my uniform. This was because I would forget something if I waited until after breakfast since I'd be in a hurry.  Since I usually oversleep, it goes more smoothly if I do it first thing in the morning.<!--JeruTz:Ok, even I'm only guessing for that last sentence.--> However I don’t remember putting on clothes intended for girls. Naturally I didn't even own such things. Regarding those that have a passion for the sailor uniform, they make up about ten percent of those over the age of thirty.

“This is our school’s uniform……”

It was exactly like the uniform of those who attended his school, to the point you could say it was the very thing itself.

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At any rate it's quite mysterious. Having become female, while that itself wasn't a good thing, I am relieved that I am at least wearing clothes. Does that mean some shinobu<ref>Similar to a ninja</ref> changed my clothes? If that's the case already, I'd like him to show up right now and return my male clothes. That uniform wasn't cheap.

At any rate it was a sailor uniform. Like what young men wear, it included an unfashionable blazer. Furthermore there was a skirt.

“……Skirt……”

An unpleasant premonition, or perhaps a strange feeling of anticipation, stirred within my mind.

I realized that there was nobody around, yet I still restlessly checked the vicinity. Confirming I was the only one around, I slowly put my hands to the hem of my skirt. 

I flipped it up, and peeked under.

“……It’s a woman’s!”

What the hell. The outcome was just as I feared. What I had purchased during the Ito-Yokado sale the other day, the briefs I bought with three 1000 yen bills, they had become girl's underpants. The ones called panties that middle-aged men are said to sniff.  They're firmly wrapped around my thighs.  On top of that they have light blue stripes. Why are they striped of all things?

I considered looking at my breasts, but I ceased such mischievous thoughts. It's absolutely certain that I am wearing a bra.

In spite of the despair I felt over the excessive results, I slowly returned to my room. Not just myself but my clothes as well had become those of a woman. I seem to recall an old saying that went "The body is no more than the clothes<ref>This was hard to translate but should be similar to "The clothes make the man" in meaning</ref>", but the result is the same either way.

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Having entered the room, I dropped onto my rear end with a *petan*<ref>Sound of something making firm contact with a flat surface</ref>.

A pretty girl was squatting with her legs in the shape of the character ハ. From an objective point of view this was quite an interesting spectacle, but I was currently by myself. It was unthinkable for me to be objective about such a thing.

Slowly, I gazed over at the clock on top of the desk. The digital numbers were informing me “If you don’t go to school soon, won’t you be late?”

'Of course I realize that,' I replied to the clock. To go to school in this situation. To go as a female. When the entire world believed Senou Natsuru to be a young man. If I were to attend school looking like this my homeroom teacher would have a heart attack. <!--make her heart stop.-->  As thrilling as that would be, I'd be a murderer after three seconds.

That’s not all. My classmates would be horrified as well. No, it wouldn't be surprising even if they even sprouted hair from their hearts<ref>That's literal. Not sure what an English equivalent would be but the meaning seems clear enough</ref>. It's possible that to make up for it that I'd be sold off of. It'd definitely be something like a hostess bar or a country of foam<ref>Again, that's the literal translation.</ref>. There is the issue of human rights on account of me being a minor, but then again do human rights apply to men who metamorphose into women.

I was at my wits end. Nothing decent was coming to mind. What would I do from now on.

Suddenly, I felt something uncomfortable.

(……?)

I looked at my right arm. There was a blue bracelet on it. It was emitting a pale blue light. I had no memory of possessing such a thing. 

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Trying to touch it, I found it cool to the touch. It was made of metal. However, as to which type of metal it was I cannot guess.

"What's this……"

"It is proof."

"EEK!"

Hearing a voice coming from somewhere, I jumped up from my squatting position.

Turning my head I looked around the room. Even though I ought to be living alone, could there be someone here?

"Over here. Here."

In the direction of the voice, there was a plush toy.

A man who keeps plush toys in his has reprehensible taste, though in this case it couldn't be helped. Moreover this one was extremely unusual.

There are scars here and there on its face like that of a Yakuza<ref>Japanese gang or mafia</ref>, with one eye covered with an eye patch. There were fangs sprouting from its mouth like those of a saber tooth tiger, which were quite stiff. Jutting out from its abdomen were realistically reproduced intestines.

This is the “Entrail Animal” character merchandise. It was something that was part of a commercial line of products for a certain company, the entirety of whose product line was constructed along the concept of poor looking animals with their guts gushing out.

The manufacturer who produced the merchandise had their stock prices take a nosedive immediately following its release, and to this day there is still no sign of recovery.<!--21--> They received a lot of pushback from the shareholders, yet they continued to be stubborn in spite of this. I honestly don't want it either, but since it is something important, I can't bring myself to throw it out.

The plush toy "Harakiri Tora", the fifth in the entrail animal series, had been opening its mouth with a *pakapaka* since some time ago.

"You finally became aware of me huh."

It was a woman’s voice. It was somewhat Shizuka-chan-ish. Moreover it's the new version<ref>Actually, I'm not sure who Shizuka-chan is. If someone knows, feel free to add that information</ref>. I was feeling extremely uncomfortable as a result of the entrail animal's appearance.

"What is on your arm is a Pledge Bracelet<ref>Bracelet in english</ref>."

[……Pledge?]

"Due to this being attached to your arm, your power is assured. It will allow you to demonstrate the greatest power in battle."

“Wait, wait a minute, wait!”

I hurriedly waved my hands. Harakiri Tora was saying some cryptic words.<!--JeruTz's bookmark-->

"I do not know why I am pledging with a bracelet, Why I am talking to a stuffed tiger, and why I am a woman in the first place."

The biggest shock to her was knowing she would have to compromise with an articulate plush doll.
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Listening to the mouth of Dahlonega toys? I think I'm good.

The Eye-patched Harakiri Tora wrote Creation.

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"I don't know it."

“I know it.”

“From the world’s creation?”

“I don’t find the bible very interesting, what’s the story?”

“umm, it is...”

Harakiri Tora, speaking with Shizuka-chan’s voice.

“you are now a Kämpfer [Infantry unit].”

“Haaa?”

That is my response, plush doll.

“Kämpfer are elite combat units; mighty power is guaranteed by the pledge bracelet; break through any opponent it senses.”

“…Well, I don’t know.”

I felt like I was reading a game manual and it slipped out of my hand.

“The Kämpfer is a person who fights?”

“Yes.”

“I became a Kämpfer?” 

"Correct."

“And I fight with an enemy?”

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"Sure."

"In a blind way?"

"Oh Yeah."

Yelling, I grabbed Harakiri Tora and threw her into the trash can.

“Now, how could you do something like that?”

“Yes we can, for example we could do something like 'this' half-asleep.”

All of the sudden it felt like a hundred years had suddenly passed: I was commanded to "Save the world as a Kämpfer."

After becoming a woman and speaking to stuffed animals, I'm supposed to let it go? What a nightmare, a nightmare twisting itself to be heard as "Kämpfer".

"I see... I cannot be helped at all."<!-- again says I not it on the original text-->

A voice was coming from the garbage can.

“I, however, was the one elected!”

“Do you believe me？”

Deep; and I have a reply.

“Do you believe me? Now that I’m a girl?”

I said this while displaying the uniformed body of a woman.

“Here you go. I am convinced.”

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“…Not yet.”

I set my arms on the front of the trash can.

“This woman’s body serves to convince me.”

“It is the form of a Kämpfer, but I am unfamiliar with the form of a woman’s body.”

“I am a man.”

“So I became a girl, over my choice to be a boy over a girl.”

“What choices are really ever choices?”

“Well I didn’t choose at all."

Inside the trash Harakiri Tora is talking to the ground.

I reached into the trash and pulled out the plush doll; I cannot throw it away anyways, I’ll just have to place it on the desk.

“Hello again, what a cramped trash can that is.”

But you really are a well matched size for it.

“In fact, this bracelet is a testament that you’ve become a Kämpfer, and when it flashes you’ll become a Kämpfer.”

Observing the bracelet again, I saw it had no seams; just how it got onto my wrist, I don’t know.

“Oh, you can’t take it off”

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Can Harakiri Tora read my mind?

“It cannot be taken off except under special circumstances, so you will stay a Kämpfer.”

“How do I get it off?”

“You can die...”

“Hey!”

I’m reluctant to say it, but it’s no use.

“Please think of it as an accessory, dark as well as heavy.”

Indeed, the burden to my wrist hasn’t gotten lighter.

“Why is mine blue?”

“Are you not pleased with it?  Red is good too, you might become three times faster.”

“Meaning it exists, but you won’t give it to me.”

“Be proud and laugh.”

“Returning to the point, why and who do Kämpfer fight?” 

“Because it exists to fight, no that’s the truth.”

I guess I should toss Harakiri Tora into the trash again; she was tossed in hurry.

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“What should I say about myself ‘I’m an average guy, anyone could see that; 'I try my best’?”<!--Hes asking if he should say I try my best-->

“Please listen; you’re the man I chose.” <!-- shouldn't it be "you were chosen"?-->

“You chose me?”

“You were chosen by a Moderator.”

Moderator, who is that?

“It is the responsibility of that person to pick up talent, and you were a perfect fit.”

“Who are you then?”

“I am messenger of the Moderators, mouthpiece of mythical angels.”

“They allow Entrails to flaunt something angelic?”

What awful taste; this will anger many pious Christians.

After this story I can’t really argue, I was chosen by the Moderators to fight as a Kämpfer... in a girl’s body.

“It seems you understand.”

The plush doll’s tone had the quality of a teacher’s; I was staring at it with hate.

“And I’ve been asking for awhile; what a difficult battle!”

“……”

“I came here as a plush doll imitation,”

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I was fishing inside the desk; there must be a one hundred yen lighter somewhere. Tobacco sucks, but there is something useful about it, burning synthetic fibers.

“There is no fire, vinyl smells bad when it burns but I--” 

“I didn’t say anything!”

I fished out the lighter and some gas.

“What is it, NO please drop it; give me another chance!!”

“I have been begging in the voice of Shizuka-chan too!”

I would also like to be reassured by that fond voice.

“I actually don’t know why you have to fight either!”

“Is this tale true?”

“The Moderators did not tell me what the catch was or how this serves their interest!  It can’t be helped, man; unless you want entrails protruding from your stomach too.”

“From the plush doll!?”

I returned the lighter to my skirt pocket. That's not very good for the care of the skirt; you can hear gas escaping with a “su~” sound.

“However, I still have to fight an opponent?”

“That is most likely.”

“Who am I?”

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“Secret.”

“This Motherfucker…”

I do not know if a true man would have cursed like this.

“Even now I understand; from now on I am a Kämpfer.”

While I don’t understand the reason, this all seems to be possible.

Once again my head was being challenged, what is this!? Suddenly I am a Kämpfer and I'm to to fight and so forth against something or another. Hey, who do I have to convince to become the new white hat?<ref> White hat is hero character, from a final fantasy reference</ref>

“Hahhahha, sounds like an impossible reality.”

What’s normal? I would want anything to be carefree and funny, but starting the day with a talking plush doll, I can't believe this.

“But this is all true, you can be called a Kämpfer; it's the whole truth without any pretenses.”

“…………”

“I cannot accept this.”

And well.

“What could one say to satisfy you; there is no doubt you are a Kämpfer.”

I looked into Harakiri Tora’s eyes. There doesn’t seem to be anything fishy about her, and there’s nothing outrageous behind her eyes.

After the day had begun, the term "guy" no longer applied to me; my preset had been selected, evidenced by the fact that I have the body of a woman, and I have to fight in this form.

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I have a bad feeling this pressure will lead to a fight. I do not know why I have to fight, I wonder what the White Hat would say.

“It is not that you will fight.”

And Harakiri Tora?

“The Kämpfer were chosen to fight, not me.”

“Why, I don’t want to fight.”

“I know.”

Only like this is the plush dolls self-confident, mirroring Shizuka-chan. 

Anymore questions feel pointless, I’ll just stop talking. Also, if I’m pursued as the plush doll said... I can just burn it later.

Looking at the clock, it's telling me I’m "almost late."

“OH, that was the entire point!”

“Sloppy. Any questions, please?”

“Each comment stings… Anyways, will I remain a woman?!”

I have to go to school already. Now I’ll have to run without eating breakfast or I won’t make it. And remaining a girl in a sailor uniform is quite the penalty game.

"Do you still want to remain a woman?"

"..."

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“I’m being misunderstood."<!-- no emphasis on this-->

"I can return to being a man?!”

Immediately her eyes brightened. Sakura-original, I will be a normal boy again!

“According to how I put it...”

“If you do this you must fight.”

“If what?”

“It’s simple really. If you continue to win fights, you will have no more enemies, hence no reason to turn into a woman. So you can always remain a man.”

“I see... Well, I asked about my target earlier.”

“Any hope I had, is gone I guess.”

“Motherfucker! It’s important now. I have to go to school!”

“Well...”

Harakiri Tora had been in deep contemplation for a while.

“There is no way. I can tell you a way to return to your original form though.”

“That’s it, tell me! No, please tell me!”

Grabbing the plush doll, to the me now, the Shizuka-voiced Harakiri Tora was enough to bow before.

“You are very impatient.”

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“What is it? Teach me quickly. Quickly!”

“Please close your eyes tightly.”

“Alright.”

As she said, I closed my eyes; all I could hear was Harakiri Tora’s voice.

“So we will.”

Will? What is will?

In the next instant, just when I was starting to question it, I felt a strong blow to my abdomen.

Pain came unbidden from my abdomen. The plush doll SOB wanted to beat me; next I’ll burn her. Then my conscious went pitch black.



“Haaaa!”

I can sense my eyes.

I jumped up on reflex, falling off the bed as a bonus.

Bed? Looking around I see the familiar landscape of my room.

Gingerly looking at himself, large breasts?

I hurried off the bed and peered into the powerless television screen. Since my room has no mirror this makes a decent substitute.

No doubt about it, this is a man's face.

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A great surge of jubilation came straight from the heart.

“Ah… I did it!”

I howled with joy: I am not a woman, My manhood has been restored, there is no such thing as a Kämpfer!

I jumped in front of my desk.

"You, don't lie to yourself, I returned you to normal."

Harakiri Tora said, however there was no reply.

“Hey!”

He brought his face closer, twitched but did not move, shaked but did not wave. He grabbed the tusks that had grown from its mouth. Precisely sewn into place, and there was no form of movement. How did I meet this ordinary looking plush doll?

Ideas swirled around while the plush doll, Harakiri Tora, slept. Perhaps the events that happened a while ago were just a dream.

“I see… So it was a dream.”

Joy gradually surged through me.

“Great! A dream, it was all a dream!”

Never mind that this has become a monologue. Happiness leaped inside me, inside each non-existent Kämpfer forced to become a woman and fight for no reason.

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“Hurray, hurray! Now I’m an ordinary person, unrelated to combat, among other things!”

I ran around the room in joy, expressing the joy from a year’s worth of holidays; suddenly after jumping for joy, love, and school, I saw my arm.

I didn't believe my eyes there I see a light-blue bracelet; what’s this…?

“Well, I wasn’t dreaming.”

Harakiri Tora shook her head with a sigh.



Cruelly, school looming over my head created an overcast mood, and while I looked up outside I saw cloudy weather. This good feeling was the worst.

"This isn't a dream or anything. This is all reality," Harakari Tiger told me without reserve. I want to act as if I didn't hear him, but it seems as if I have to take it in. I had gotten really pissed, so "Why the poke did you stay silent," I attacked, but "You seemed really happy", it poking answered, seemingly awkwardly.<!--credits to Yoakenohikari-->

“Don’t do it! You were returned to your immasculine figure!”

Harakiri Tora, admonishing words aren’t meant to raise my blood pressure.

"Good, being hit in such a way is a sure way to return. I wonder if there is a better way?"\

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“You actually return automatically, I just wanted to do it in a playful way.”

“I’ll kill you.”

The sides of my abdomen were still throbbing.

“Oh yeah, It is probably a good idea to buy clothes.”

“Hey I’m not interested in fashion.”

Anyways I can’t really understand the idea of spending money on overpriced clothes. I continued to browse fashion magazines, all with similar looking clothes since fashion has looks that change often.<ref>He means he browsed fashion mags before but hes not willing to spend money on the clothes, not that he is currently browsing fashion mags</ref>

“Men aren’t; its women’s clothes we will need after the transformation.”

Come again? Why would we need to buy women’s clothes?

To my questioning, Harakiri Tora nodded naturally.

“The transformation works on your men’s uniform for school, it does not change all the clothes of the earth into a feminine version.”

“It’s mutually exclusive for your uniform.”

“I probably fit that size best.”

Not really, that was not made for my huge chest, among other things.

But do we have to get such things like women’s clothes? Once a man is in the shop, he’ll get treated like a pervert, and… that’s not even considering underwear.

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“How do I turn back into a woman?”

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“As I thought you would.”

“Do not just say so happily, I just asked…”

“I was returned a while ago, automatically, how do I return at the moment?”

“Since in addition, now it will be revealed.” 

Shit! I remember, this stuffed animal is an agent of the devil.

Times up. I’m going to end up at school without any breakfast. Harakiri Tora was saying “just pick up some rice to eat on the way while walking, do not mind me please.” Naturally as if anyone cares.

I was late and it was last minute, I visited a convenience store on the way. Running in to buy onigiri, I thought of eating it on the run, but I decided to stop. For the first time I can rest.

To catch up I ran intently, angling around turns.

“Uwa！”

“Kyaah!”

I almost bumped into somebody, and stumbled; The other person also fell.
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“S-sorry,　huh?”

Apologizing on reflex for the mistake, I see their face. What, Wow! I know this person.

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“I’m so sorry, I was looking in a different direction… huh, Natsuru-san?”

The other person I had almost ran into, was a girl.

"I’m so glad... ah; I can't say that, can I? But because it's someone I know, I feel kinda relieved."

Sakura Kaede laughed to hide her embarrassment.

She is slightly lower in stature, with long refreshingly shiny hair, and an elegant-curvy body. She is the idol of the school; simply put, a beautiful girl numbering in the top five, of which she was certainly at the top. I stuttered and thought to myself “good line” I’ve become a woman.

She is the heartthrob of many high school boys, and I also admire her; moreover many of my classmates from middle school are hardcore followers.

Sakura-san I will just say “Never mind” and wave my hand.

“Calm down, you didn’t cause me to fall.”

“Is that so? Natsuru-san’s kind as always.”

Endure! The benefits were the same as in middle school; she called me by my first name then too. My heart was stricken, beating faster while I maintained a calm façade.

“Want to go to school together?”

“Sure, since I’m already late.”

Sakura-san is with me, I grinned to myself.

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Like this I can easily forget the crazy events from this morning. Going to school with Sakura-san makes my story almost lucky; many boys would pay to get this close to her. Unexpectedly alone, it’s like a lifetime of good luck, winning the lottery will be even less possible now.

Two people walking to school; almost feels like a date.

“Sounds fun Natsuru-san; did something good happen?”

“Yep, I’m with Sakura-san.”

I wish I hadn’t said that line, it sounds lame. Sakura-san surely won’t fall for that.

“Aha, I think I’m glad to have met Natsuru-san on the occasion I overslept for once too.”

That smile only helps to her benefit; but Sakura-san, that can make a man misunderstand.

Unfortunately I did not misunderstand; she has all-too-many boys who would like to go out with her, but there are no rumors about her going out with any of them. However, many good boys voices would swing for, “We cannot surpass the Tokaidatte’s fallen maple[Kaede]” it has become a school legend. However, I think there is a gap between me and Sakura-san; in other words it would be suicidal for me. Therefore I should enjoy the present situation.

“This is turning into a good morning , worthy of pleasing Sakura-san.”

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“Is that so?”

I am listening anxiously.

"Just a second. Whatever, it's fine...or rather, I've given up." '''(!)''' <!--credits to YoakeNoHikari-->

I recall a profoundly heavy feeling; I cannot forget the unforgettable, and I decide to push the matter into the farthest corner of my mind.

“That’s right. How is the plush doll I gave you?”

“I-it’s there, decorating the top of my desk.”

“Good, I love that series, I’ve already accumulated the complete collection; I’ve even been fostering any that have been discarded.”

Sakura-san was innocently delighted at this.

Yes, the Entrails Animal Series stuffed animal was given to me by Sakura-san; so he cannot trash or abandon it.

He had a different sense of taste, it was “cute” but it also fit other criterion such as “cute and grotesque,” in all sincerity I also thought it was cute. So, the glo-series one I have, I had loved it without hesitation. No, of course, my comic taste is also out of admiration for her.

According to rumors, Sakura-san’s room is even like stepping into a world of Entrails Animal Goods.

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“Do you think Harakiri Tora is cute?”

What a difficult question to answer.

“Ye-yeah, distinctly.”

“I’m happy to hear you say so.”

“I bet it would have a voice like Shizuka-chan.”

That pained me; Sakura-san had a mystified look on her face.

The school road has no one else on it; we have plenty of time, the only other people here are jobless and tardy students. Sakura-san and I are obviously of the latter group.

We were talking silly while we continued along. Or rather, the topic was about Entrails Animals with Sakura-san, while I was trying to desperately continue the deflected conversation. She must have remembered the frustration and cleverly doctored conversation skills, following every morning to bring more to light.

While Sakura-san was talking, my sight kept flickering to my right arm.

“…What is that bracelet?”

An example is the bracelet, while I touch it,

“No, well I often wear this bracelet.”

“What brand is it?”

“Come now, how should I say this, Kämpfer?”

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“…A German brand?”

It is not a brand at all. To begin with it’s not even a fashion accessory.

Obviously, since I can remember, I cannot leave this bracelet and its pledge. There is no seam, so I cannot resist or take it off. Not that I care anymore, but when asked to explain like now, it is troublesome.

What do I say, considering the moment?

“Ooh, its shining.”

Quickly checking, as Sakura-san said the bracelet is, in fact, shining.

A thin blue light was shining, flickering at regular intervals. This is the first time for this reaction; a sign of transformation maybe or…?

“do… do you need to do something?”'''(!)'''<!--「やっ・・・・・・やば」 not sure about this one-->

The worst thing that can happen is becoming a woman here, outside next to Sakura-san. Once she’s seen me transform, she may call out; even better still, I could become a test specimen in someplace-somewhere.

“Uuh hey, Sakura-san. I’m sorry but I have to go on ahead.”

“Ah, how unfair Natsuru-san. Didn’t you say we could go together?”

Her cheeks are adoringly inflated. The Infatuation meter has risen; I cannot afford this absentmindedness. While striving to be calm,

“For I remembered. Well, For what we have. And anyways I have to leave here soon.” '''(!)'''<!--「用を思い出したんだ。いや、用ができたのか。とにかく早くここを離れないと」 nor this one.-->

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“I will also run if you do.”

Sorry, sorry. Please let me go alone somehow.

The bracelet’s blinking is speeding up. This horrible childish feeling is rapidly becoming reality. An earnestly dangerous situation.

Abruptly I saw a protruding gun’s muzzle.

“…A gun?”

I was speechless.

I watched keenly. Humans are not funny, and jokes about how nothing unexpected happens, strangely seemingly settled down my mind. At gunpoint that was now the case.

“What’s this? A woman and my enemy chattering, do you have eyes now?”

The primary gun, that the talking woman has, is enormous, but looks like a dummy.

She was slightly lower than my height; her tone of voice was terrible. Her skin was white and stylish, but no matter how “Beautiful” you classified the appearance, just as beautiful were sharp eyes profusely saying, “Caution Vicious Dog” as a poster would, and I would not be surprised with the poster having her picture on it.

“This sleepy man is the enemy blocking the story of innovation. He is a man and failed to hear me, what you are fancifully last?” 

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She wore a bored expression, and then pulled the trigger.

“Just a, please wait!”

Since we were about to be killed, we hurriedly raised out hands.

“What’s this all of the sudden! A mugging?!”

“Idiot, what are you fucking saying? A mugger as beautiful as this exists?”

She also referred to herself as a rare beauty.

“Apparently not!”

“What’s you name then? Mine is Mishima Akane [Beautiful Island of Crimson Noise]”

“I am Senou[Torrent of skill] Natsuru… Isn’t that a gun!”

“What, this?”

She was dangling the muzzle a bit.

“This guy is mai~ weapon. The trigger can blow bullets out of you; one can even open some breathing holes, if it hits your skull, literary don’t you think?”

Where is the literature, what!?

The girl was, as usual, staring with eyes like a dog on the verge of pouncing. Come one! Come all! Less hostile, murderous satisfaction.

“So what’s the hold up here!?”

“Shut up man! Stop talking!”<ref>Akane has a Kansai accent apparently and I dont really know how to translate Kansai without looking up a hundred different resources so be aware it may not be 100% accurate after im done translating i will probably look up more on this to make it as correct as possible <!--(and thanks to whoever fixed it i could not for the life of me figure out how to make the references work:))--></ref>

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It is not such a hard question and my life is on the line here!

“When suddenly everybody is about to be killed?!”

Wishing to ignore my appeal, her line of sight shifted. There, failing to understand the situation, is the figure of Sakura-san.

“Huh? You guy is that your girl?”<ref>Akane speaks in a very masculine derogatory slang filled speech here</ref>

I would be very glad if that was the case, but unfortunately it is not. There is no red; okay there are no others.

She stared at Sakura-san and watched her.

“What Sakura-san isn’t it? Aren't we Classmates?”

Now that you mention it, this girl is wearing our school uniform. But it has been customized with a shorter short sleeve hem. At any rate this is Sakura-san’s classmate, so that means, I am in the same high school as her?

“Hey, we go to the same fucking school”

“Really?”

Akane put returned the muzzle.

“Hey I can’t do without battling as I am expected to. Such as what I troubled to have said. To go against, come on! Instead of scratching my crotch at home, so I should do something a little constructive.”

What’s Constructive huh? It is being destructive me. Furthermore, prospects of reconstruction are zero.

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“What good is that! Since you are my enemy, I will beat you to death.”

Enemy? “Enemy trouble,” perhaps?

Suddenly, my bracelet is flickering at the speed of lightning. My body started to move involuntarily.

“Dowaa!?”

“Oh, this motherfucker!”

Like I was being pulled into something like that. I’m running, not much however, the distance past one corner.

The vicious dog woman, I understand, is chasing me while holding a gun, but I wasn’t that much better.

Flashing emissions from the bracelet continued. A pale light envelops my entire body. A little glow was spreading; my whole body feels like it was washed away.

The light suddenly disappeared.

“Ahh…”

Looking down at my body. Sailor uniform with large breasts, and a short-skirt; the woman I had changed into this morning.

No light relieved him, but at the same time he wanted to hang his neck. Son of a Bitch, this morning was also reality? As a bonus I met with Sakura-san if it continued, but there was the hold up by the foul-mouthed woman. However it is complicated with the transformation into a woman. Is it blessing in disguise to be hidden away from Sakura-san, but what am I now?

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“Haa… Ahahahahaa…!”

I heard wild laughter; unnoticed for some time, the woman with the gun in one hand was laughing.

“Great I say! As I had thought you were also a Kämpfer!”

I was frightened.

She was proudly pointing at him. If you look closely there was also a bracelet fitted on her right arm.

“It is as such because there wasn’t many motherfuckers [to fight] there.”

I see the gunpoint coming at me.

“Haa!? Why are you expected to fight me?”

“Why come on you don’t know? Kämpfer fight for the sake of existing. I will blow your head off to Jupiter!”

“I heard. Even so you…”

“Kämpfer are enemies to Kämpfer assuredly.”

This is the first time hearing this. Harakiri Tora had mentioned a fight against [Secret], did she mean this?

However, how am I expected to fight? This woman has a weapon in her hand pointed in my direction. My opponent won’t go easy on me just because I don’t have a weapon. Rather she opened fire, while abhorrently laughing.

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“Do it soon! If you don’t run away I’m going to shoot you.”

“If I escape you won’t shoot!?”

“Well, shooting.”

She squeezed the trigger.

A bullet flew out from the muzzle on the brink of me, and my body moved.

Akane after looking right… She carried the gun outside towards me, naturally when that happened I jumped from where I was, literally without any regards to my intent. 

Although a bullet just passed through where I had just been standing.

Akane, now provoked, narrowly glance around murmuring “this motherfucker” overlooked me, when she was suddenly embraced.

The vicious dog-woman drew the trigger in quick succession.

And how, her fingers cramped up suddenly from bring her index finger back and forth continuously, like drunkards on New Year’s Eve spitting out lead bullets.

Already off of the route to school and onto a noisy construction site; certainly her firearm had to be loaded again and again, but it should be limited, whereas Akane had been shooting indefinitely.

For this reason I have no margin of error.

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I dodged all the bullets flying at me. I also was, and without regard to the difficulty, moving my whole body, automatically, to escape past fences and telephone poles.

Timidly take a quick look while unseen, Akane’s facial expression had become incessantly stern.

“Very well done, isn’t it.”<ref>Akane says done as in doing your sexual partner, then proceeds to say isn't it in a masculine way, haha</ref>

Thank you for the praise. I’m just going to run away now.

“However, Hey! Know this, my Gewehr[gun] can, infact, blow a wall to the stars. How many bullets, however, can your ass receive like shots from National Health Insurance.

It’s no joke. Yes! Pierce this wall with your tool, try to do something to my beautiful ass. What, there is nothing like it over there. I expect this is unfair.<ref>Natsuru's monologue is in a feminine form here</ref>

“Nothing is expected is it not.”

Hear me hated one<ref>A bit of speech in japanese directing towards an enemy, kindof hard to put in english so i put this</ref>, putting my thought into words is a bad habit that’s not going to change.

However, whether or not there will be time to change that, this vicious dog woman is earnestly trying to kill me.

Its time.

Instead Sakura-san unexpectedly made an appearance.

“Natsuru… san?”

After hearing that I became stiff. I abruptly ran because, maybe, I can visit these circumstances. 

“Ehh… Natsuru-san… haa…?”

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Fierce dog woman quickly turned the gun towards her.

“As yet hated<ref>Sakura</ref>, obediently continue on to school like a good-Samaritan.

Those eyes have a look like an actual hound detecting its prey. Or, possibly like the look my father gives to the spectator rapid-fire sneezing in a movie theater.

Shit girl, no intruding!”

The trigger finger connected.<ref>connected as in not to disconnect</ref>That’s dangerous Sakura-san!! I spoke out at once.
[[File:Kampfer Vol1 pg51.jpg|thumbnail|right]]
“Hey!”

Simultaneously, the palm of my hand became hotter.

Surprisingly, considering the moment, a crimson flame came twisting from my fingers.

The large flaming fireball next plunged forward to Akane. Without change it stole the fence on the opposite side with a direct hit.

The explosion smashed into the brick wall, shattering it into pieces.

“…!?”

Words of astonishment came from Sakura-san.

The Handgun carrying girl however, did not receive any shock.

“Bastard…Zauber[Sorcery]?"

“Hee? Zauber…?”

“Don’t play innocent. And I thought it was funny you were empty handed. Hey! Invoking items from your hand requires considerable refinement.”

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More importantly I had a sensation of being hit by a steel frame being place on my head.

This morning I have met various things like a woman entwined in a plush doll that had talked, but the final blow had been the fireball exiting my hand. “Perhaps the whole of what Harakiri Tora was saying had been a lie, that I would be only a high school student,” clinging, but I had no grounds for hope, and it is tragically extinct. Kämpfer’s title had now become Katakana[ケンプファー ] .<ref>he says that he recognizes Kämpfer as a concept now since he had thought of it as a spelling in Katakana</ref>Mother, father; life sure is an irrational thing, that can be assured.

“What! The fact is I am hanging at the point of death.”

“…Preetenssee”

“Well good! After all this time you can feel free, the killing will finally be done!”<ref>again done as having sex</ref>

“Wait! To that extent, wait up!"

“I’m exhausted from your omissions!”

The gun is being prepared to come piercing through me. Filling the distance in order to certainly intending to kill. In good order the face and its fierce dog like emotions, was rapidly closing in.

When seeing that face, about to be dead like an ant lion being blown away. The person is assuredly serious. I have to be on guard, but from the fire ball from a while ago already, it seems, had not brought this to an end. A jet engine in my brain, flying around like a revolving lantern.<ref>The seriousness in the situation is related to thoughts swirling around in his(her) head like a revolving jet engine</ref>

Unpredictably, the fierce dog woman’s movement stopped.

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The muzzle pointed in this direction as it was bore, I noticed what I was looking at. 

Her gaze is being filled by the bracelet on my right arm.

“…tchi”

Clicking her tongue while swinging her right hand. To the extent the handgun had went in order to kill and erase me.

“Dear it is not it.”

Akane said and spit out, turned herself around, the handgun quickly followed suit.

Afterwards the woman left leaving me and Sakura-san.

“…Umm…”

Sakura-san coming to speak. It is troubling as to how I should reply to her, gently smile and run away silently.

Just as that woman here had, I will follow her plan however.

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