Daily Life Of A Ponytail Girl

Netsu was running on school grounds towards the abandoned school building. Her upperclassmen still hadn't returned from their fight against class 2-B, and Emiko had left for some reason without returning as well. First break was already over and the bell had already rung, but Netsu had decided that checking on their safety was more of a priority.

(What if something bad happened? What if they got captured or something! I need to hurry!)

As she approached the building, she noticed two girls from her school standing guard at the entrance.

(C- could those be class 2-B students? I- I have to hide!)

The redhead girl quickly looked around her to see any hiding spots, till she found a nice large bush and dashed behind it. In her haste, she didn't pay much attention and ended up crashing into a girl who was sitting there.

"Ouch! Hey, watch it, kid!" The girl whispered as loud as she could in a quiet voice.

"Eh?"

Netsu looked up at the face of the person she just crashed into. It was a girl with short black hair, decorated with a purple flower. The girl was blushing as she looked down yo meet Netsu's face.

"Ah, s- sorry for crashing into you like that!" Netsu quickly apologized.

"Hey, apology accepted and all, but like. . . Could you please get off me. . ."

It was then that Nestu realized her face was still resting on the girl's plentiful c.h.e.s.t between her cleavage.

"W- wh- whaaaa!!" She screamed as she quickly fell back and crawled away backward.

"Hey, not so loud! You'll alert those guards, don't make me put you under a silencing spell."

Netsu then noticed that they weren't the only two hiding there. Three other girls were sitting there as well. One was a short c.h.e.s.tnut hair girl wearing a black cap, another was a girl with green messy hair, and the third was another black-haired girl who was wearing a choker.

"S- so what are you four doing here?" Netsu asked hesitantly.

"Our classmates are currently stuck in that building, and the task has fallen upon us to help them escape." The c.h.e.s.tnut-haired girl exclaimed.

(Could they also be 2-D students like senpai?)

"Well, I came to help them too! W- we should team up!"

"Oooh, such a fierce spirit! I like you already!" The c.h.e.s.tnut-haired girl clapped her hands together and smiled endearingly towards their new recruit. "Could you be a first-year student? You look so young?"

"You don't look a day older than her yourself you know," The cleavage girl remarked with a smirk. In response, the petite c.h.e.s.tnut-haired girl put her hands on her h.i.p.s and pouted.

"Hey hey, if you wanna look more m.a.t.u.r.e, then you should do like me and unbutton a few buttons. Cleavage is like, super m.a.t.u.r.e." She spoke with a confident grin. "Although, well. . . At your c.h.e.s.t size. . ."

The petite girl pouted even more intensely as her face became red. She angrily pulled a notebook from her artist bag and started swinging her arms around wildly. "If I hear one more word about my c.h.e.s.t leave your mouth, I will summon the Sky Devouring Great Eagle and have him fly you into a volcano!"

". . . S- she can't actually do anything like that, right?" Netsu asked for confirmation.

"Would you like to see for yourself?" The artist girl asked as she started scribbling something in the toepad.

The cleavage girl coughed to get everyone's attention, and puffed out her c.h.e.s.t with a serious face.

"Enough of that! We have more important business at the moment." She pointed at the abandoned school building. "Seeing as we can't get in contact with our dear leader, it seems I, Ejji Rodo, will have to take over leadership for the time being. Norisaki! Do you have any ideas?"

Having calmed down from earlier, the girl c.h.e.s.tnut-haired girl named Norisaki made a thinking face.

"Maybe if I use a distraction spell, I can lure those guards away!"

". . . A. . . What?" Netsu asked, but Norisaki just ignored her question. She scribbled a drawing of a bird in her notebook.

"I call upon thee, Bird Spirit heed my call!" She ripped the page out of the notebook, wrapped it around a rock she picked off the ground, and threw it at a nearby tree. A pair of birds who had been resting there quickly flew up to dodge the incoming projectile.

The guards looked up.

"Hey look, birds."

"Heh, you're right."

The birds flew away as the two girls kept their position.

"It seems they were able to resist the distraction I summoned. These foes are tougher than I expected. . ." Norisaki said while biting her thumbnail. "Maybe if I summoned the Cursed Earthly Serpent, I could have her devour our enemies?"

"A- again, she really can't actually do anything like that, right? R- right?"

Ejji heaved a sigh and turned away from Norisaki.

"Seems like she won't get us anywhere. . . Yoru and Aiko, you two have been quiet the whole time, do you have any ideas?"

First so speak up was the messy-haired girl.

"S- sadly there's nothing I can do here, K- Keiko Combat Style is strictly meant for defensive use only, never to initiate. . ."

"Wouldn't you be using it to defend your classmates though? Seeing as they initiated an attack on us and all?"

"T- that's true and all, b- but like. . . What if they l- l- like it rough like that other girl!" The girl buried her blushing face in her hands as she couldn't think clearly anymore.

"The poor girl has been traumatized. . ." Norisaki stated as she wrapped an arm around her troubled classmate.

"I - I don't even think I can get married anymore!" The poor girl cried out.

(Just what went down here!) Netsu thought to herself as she looked dumbfounded.

"Yoru please, you're our last hope. . ." Ejji begged the last girl. So far she had just been staring off into the sky absentmindedly, but she finally turned her face to look at her classmate. "If we abandoned our classmates I bet we could score a good taco or two for just ourselves."

At the idea of turning traitor to their group, Ejji collapsed onto the ground as if she'd just given up.

"You're all useless. . . Maybe this is a lost cause. . ."

"H- hey, um. . ." Netsu finally spoke up again. "I might have an idea. . . I think. . ."