June 5th, Monday.
The alarm on the cell phone by the bed was silenced with a gentle swipe of a finger.
Aozawa stretched languidly, slowly opened his eyes, and new words floated in the air.
Superpower: Marked Detonation.
It sounded like a superpower related to destruction.
Aozawa threw off the covers and looked down. He found the pencil he had enlightened by his leg had transformed from Fujiko Mine into Fujiko Pork.
What in the world is this mess?
He picked it up with one hand; it weighed at least three kilograms. The once well-defined figure had now turned into an ungainly, tank-like form, and even its face had drastically changed.
The duration of his Power of Enlightening hadn't weakened, but its capacity had clearly diminished significantly.
It had gone from delicate to coarse.
Aozawa felt it was too ugly and quickly disengaged the Power of Enlightening, turning Fujiko Pork back into a pencil.
