Kämpfer:Volume 1 Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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

Chapter 1 (!)

That morning I got the impression that everything was the same, or so I thought. I went to the faucet to wash my face before breakfast. While washing my face I saw a woman looking back at me.

At the bottom of the faucet. (!)

A sixteen or seventeen year old, with black hair and tight lips with unusual white skin. It is an appropriate estimation of the age of the girl in question.

Regardless of the fact that this woman is so pretty that she could be put on a boy’s magazine just by looking at her face.

But even only looking at the face was somewhat embarrassing.

At this turn of events I was naturally puzzled. I was left surprised after all this woman was me. Since this early morning and during the week, I was just a lowly high school student. Now I have to go to school. Nevertheless, right now I am facing a close encounter with a girl over the mirror. This is something like a miracle.

As I don’t want bramble like hair (!) So I have the habit of sleeping on my curly hair. This morning however I had the most ridiculous looking hair.

(!)

My parents are the type of people that would point at me and laugh loudly to themselves without hesitation and they are not the kind of people who would argue either.I sleep well lately, compare to when my parents had to transfer away, and I was left home alone.My hair had become something laughable between the times I usually check the mirror and now, my original hair is gone. Today in the washroom I was trying to reaffirm that my hair was officially gone. (!)

(…What happened…)

In the morning I can’t think very well. (!)

(Is the world reflected by the mirror real or…) (!)

I absentmindedly thought about it. For sure this was something questionable, but it is still real. The woman here presently must absolutely not be here. Anyone next to my pillow would think this is a dream, “Suppose early in the morning, next to you there was a cute girl” situation.(!)Possibility. Some time ago, My friends were joking with each other and within their jokes they said, " One day a beautiful girl will come from the desk”. I really did not expect to have a real encounter though.

The soul of Japan is as one would expect. The soul of a country. (!)

But she is pretty, and to actually meet her with my own eyes, comes as a surprise. I prefer girls who look pretty, but then again she appeared without any warning. This could be considered trespassing. The girl wasn’t saying anything. Since it was an intruder she probably wouldn’t be able to speak Japanese. She seemed reserved or rather surprised. From some time ago my eyes remained quite wide.

It was no wonder that she was silent. To encounter a man in the morning would be surprising though I can’t really sympathize. As I finally managed to calm down and reached to splash my face with water, the same actions were being repeated in the mirror.

"ha..."

What was up with this chick? I wash my face and she washed her face at the same time. What a coincidence or is this harassment? (!)

Looking in the mirror, I was surprised the girl was also mouthing the word “Ha…”. Then a sinking feeling began to spread to my heart.

Sometime I have a keen intuition. This feeling I had experienced it before. It was like standing on the brink of death. This was a similar feeling to failing four different subjects in school. The latter example of course is just pathetic. What do you know.(!)

I sit still hesitantly reaching for my cheek.

Now the girl is also reaching for the right check. My heart which is now likely to give out on me is racing, and this time I take my right hand and pinch my cheek.

The girl pinches her cheek as well. I feel like there is a black cloud over my head and my heart is torn. Maybe just maybe, this reflection is me? Is this me!?

While trying to calm my mind. I held a poker face in place with a vise like grip, and took one deep breath.

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I took a second deep breath. Then there was an intense stabbing sensation in my heart, and I began to stagger around like a drunk.

Accepting what had happened I screamed, and stopped breathing. Then with all my strength I took my right thumb and my right index finger and pinched my right cheek which made me experience an excruciating amount of pain. (!)

“Owowowowowowow” (!)

As I was rolling around on the ground screaming, so was the girl in the mirror.

This is not a mistake, as I looked at my chest in the mirror. There are probably some rich men who find charm in having these two large pair of mounds.

“Uwa”

I probably at that point gave the largest scream of my life.

“…Why did I become a woman?”

The person in the mirror was also reflecting the same lamentations. (!)

I couldn’t calm down. Why did this have to happen? I know I am supposed to be Natsuru Senou a seventeen year old sophomore in High school. (!)

I am of medium height and slender. As for my grades, at one point my grades were really good, and then there was another time when my grades were really bad, this is a quick summation of my grades without going into too much detail. So overall, I am an average student. I have fairly decent reflexes. Well even though I am saying this all about myself, I am just another average guy that you can find anywhere.

16 (!)

Also my eyes have a vision of better than 1.2. (!)