There exists a fated enemy for magicians from antiquity!!Taking the broom, the magician flies freely around in the sky.As graceful as the bird, as free as the wind.Playing amongst the flowing clouds, racing against the flailing comets...Playing amongst the flowing clouds, racing against the flailing comets...To the earthen humans bounded by gravity, to look up to a fantastic sight like that would probably strengthen their admiration of magic.However...
Though that flight looks elegant, there commonly exists a certain vice.However...
Though that flight looks elegant, there commonly exists a certain vice.That is the poor seating ergonomics of the broom's handle, which causes:stress and friction!!stress and friction!!Once a magician rides on a broom, it is extremely difficult to change her pose in the air.Once a magician rides on a broom, it is extremely difficult to change her pose in the air.That stress would, over time, gradually develop into a congestion of blood.Multiply that to the strong irritation of grazing (friction).Multiply that to the strong irritation of grazing (friction).The moment those two elements reached a critical point,the blight that buried hundreds and thousands of magicians historicallythe blight that buried hundreds and thousands of magicians historicallynow descends, bursting at the gates.Meaning, her destined rival is now drawing close to Marisa, its name is--!This is boring, Cirno...
I'm tired of this, ze.I've had enough of you.DUN!!DUN!!
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