The Grand Archives of the Academy of Magical Arts smelled of old parchment, dried sage, and absolute silence. It was definitely not an environment conducive to generating a good pump.
Kenjiro "Bombom" Tanaka sat cross-legged on the polished wooden floor, surrounded by towering stacks of ancient, leather-bound tomes. He was wearing an oversized black hoodie that swallowed his small frame, the hood pulled up to hide his face. In his delicate hand, he held the silver metallic card the alien cat had dropped the day before.
Doctor Elara's Interdimensional Clinic and Reincarnation Services.
"This doesn't make any sense," Bombom whispered to himself, spinning the card. "If this chick is a doctor, why did she put me in a body with zero natural testosterone production? This is medical malpractice."
"C-Coach?"
