Story: Negima Spell

 

Under normal conditions two versus one would be a total mismatch. With each fresh opponent that a given fighter might face at once, the battle becomes twice as hard. They will have to keep track of too much at once. Too many limbs to counter, which could strike from too many directions to block all at once. Or perhaps they will try to strike at a distance with multiple angles.

However, in this situation the roles were reversed. Two was not nearly enough. Twenty might not be. Mana outmatches Chisame to a hilarious degree in terms of combat, to the point that it might even take fifty Chisames to normally stand any chance at all.

Mana was too good a shot, too quick with her weapon of choice, too fast with her reflexes, too honed in her battle experience, too capable on the battlefield. Chisame was smart, perhaps smarter than Mana, but if you take the smartest man on the planet, and place him up against a grandmaster of chess, the only thing that matters in the end of that contest is which of them has more understanding and experience in the game. The battle is decided by the factors that are important to the battle. If they were in a contest to determine the best net idol, then a hundred Manas would be needed to beat one Chisame.

And yet, Chisame always had one advantage: she played dirty.

Mana’s sharp eyes darted between the two Chisames. One was dressed in her usual clothes, nervously clutching a glowing orb in her hands. The other, in full Chiu net idol regalia, twirled a prop staff with a cocky grin. They were far too close to each other, their positioning practically begging for a clean double shot.

Mana smirked. “You’ll have to try harder than this.”

She raised her rifle, the weapon's familiar weight steady in her hands as she aimed at both targets in one fluid motion. Before she could squeeze the trigger, Normal-Chisame shouted, “Now!”

The orb in her hands shattered in a flash of light.

Mana blinked, just for a fraction of a second, but it was enough. The world tilted, the ground beneath her feet dissolving into a swirling, pixelated abyss. Her instincts screamed at her to move, to leap clear, but the vortex had already dragged her in.

She landed on her feet like a cat, rifle still in hand, but the environment was unrecognizable. The air shimmered with a faint digital haze, and the ground beneath her boots felt unnaturally smooth, like walking on polished glass. Floating bits of fragmented code drifted lazily past her, as though she’d stepped into a corrupted server.

Ahead, both Chisames appeared, smug and confident for the first time. Chiu-Chisame stood triumphantly atop a glowing platform shaped like a giant star, while Normal-Chisame fidgeted slightly behind her but still looked more at ease.

“Welcome to my world!” Chiu-Chisame announced dramatically, spreading her arms wide. “Where the rules of reality bow to my unparalleled genius!”

Normal-Chisame coughed. “Our genius.”

Chiu-Chisame waved a dismissive hand. “Sure, whatever.” She pointed her staff at Mana, her grin widening. “Hope you’re ready, Mana. Things work a little differently here.”

Mana’s eyes narrowed. Her grip on her rifle tightened, but a quick glance at her weapon’s display told her something was wrong. The usual ammunition counter was scrambled, displaying random symbols instead of numbers.

“What have you done?” Mana asked coolly, her voice betraying none of the frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

“Oh, nothing much,” Normal-Chisame said, pulling up a holographic interface. “Just leveled the playing field a little. You’re still scary-good, but let’s see how you handle things when reality’s a bit more… malleable.”

Chiu-Chisame twirled her staff and struck a dramatic pose. “And by ‘malleable,’ we mean, ‘in our favor.’”

Mana sighed. “You know this doesn’t change the outcome, right?”

Both Chisames froze for a moment before Chiu recovered, jabbing her staff toward Mana with exaggerated bravado. “Engelwald Ranusta!”

Mana didn’t wait to see what the spell would do. She darted to the side, a crackling beam of energy zipping past where she’d been standing moments ago.

“Nice try,” she said, already pivoting to aim at Normal-Chisame.

But even as she took her shot, a faint smile crossed Chiu-Chisame’s lips.

“You’ll see soon enough,” she said, with just enough confidence to make Mana’s sharp instincts twitch.

Under normal conditions, Mana Tatsumiya was unstoppable. Her mind processed battle scenarios with cold precision, and her movements were like clockwork—deliberate, exact, and efficient. Even here, in the twisted confines of this virtual world, she was certain of her dominance.

Another shot rang out, her rifle releasing a time bullet that shimmered as it sped toward its target. The projectile struck one of the Chisame replicas squarely in the chest, and the figure dissolved into shimmering light, hurled far into the future of this fabricated reality. Mana didn’t need to track it; she knew it was effectively neutralized.

"One down," she muttered, her eyes scanning for the other.

The virtual world was a maze of glowing corridors and shifting textures, designed to disorient, but Mana’s sharp instincts cut through the confusion. She advanced carefully, her rifle ready, noting every flicker of movement and every irregularity in the terrain.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of them: multiple Chisames, all moving in different directions. They looked identical, each one wearing Chisame’s usual attire or her net idol outfit.

Mana’s lips twitched into a faint smirk. “Clones. Predictable.”

She fired rapidly, each shot perfectly timed and aimed. Time bullets zipped through the air, connecting with one avatar after another. Each one hit disintegrated into code, vanishing into the temporal abyss. Yet, for every target she eliminated, two more seemed to emerge from the shadows, their forms flickering like corrupted data.

“This isn’t buying you much time,” Mana thought, her movements fluid as she dodged incoming energy blasts and returned fire with pinpoint accuracy. Her mind was calm, calculating, despite the apparent chaos.

But she couldn’t ignore the faint sense that something was...off. The digital clones weren’t just distractions—they were positioned too carefully, herded in a way that felt intentional.

A trap? No, it was too obvious. Chisame wasn’t stupid enough to try something so transparent. Mana fired again, sending another avatar into the future, and shifted her position, keeping her back to a solid wall to prevent being flanked.

“Running out of tricks, Chisame,” she called, her voice even.

There was no response, only the faint hum of the virtual environment and the soft footsteps of the remaining avatars circling her. Mana adjusted her grip on the rifle, her eyes narrowing as she took aim.

The clones moved erratically, each one behaving slightly differently—one stumbled clumsily, another froze in place, and a third leaped forward, arms flailing. Mana’s finger tightened on the trigger, ready to fire, when a sudden realization hit her.

"Too much variance," she thought. "They’re trying to bait me into overcommitting."

Her eyes darted to the edges of the battlefield, where she caught a faint glimmer of movement—a holographic shimmer that barely registered. She turned sharply, firing a time bullet toward the source.

The shot connected, striking one of the real Chisames just as she tried to reposition. Her form flickered and glowed, caught in the temporal effect.

“Got you,” Mana murmured, already shifting her aim toward the second Chisame.

Chiu-Chisame was mid-spell, her staff raised and glowing, when Mana fired again. The time bullet struck true, and the net idol vanished into the future alongside her counterpart.

Mana exhaled slowly, her rifle lowering slightly as she surveyed the now-empty battlefield. Only the faint digital residue of the clones remained, scattered like dying embers in the air.

“Done,” she muttered, turning her attention toward the glowing portal that marked her exit.

Her steps were measured as she approached the portal, her instincts still humming with residual caution. It had been too straightforward, but there wasn’t much Chisame could do against her skill level—not in a direct confrontation.

Just as she reached out toward the portal, a faint sound reached her ears—a distorted crackle, like static over a faulty speaker.

Mana turned, her rifle snapping up instinctively.

From the shadows emerged a single figure, flickering like corrupted data. It was another Chisame avatar, this one dressed in an exaggerated version of her net idol outfit, with oversized bows and glittering, pixelated accessories. Its movements were erratic, almost comical, as though it were a poorly rendered afterthought.

Mana hesitated for just a fraction of a second, her mind racing. “Another distraction?”

But before she could act, the avatar raised one glowing hand and pointed directly at her.

“Engelwald Ranusta!”

The beam of energy erupted from the avatar’s hand, striking Mana squarely in the chest. Her body tensed as the spell enveloped her, light cascading in waves across her form.

She tried to raise her rifle, but her movements felt sluggish, disconnected.

"No... I sent them to the future," she thought, realization dawning too late. The avatar hadn’t been a distraction—it had been a failsafe. A single overlooked piece in a battlefield that she had believed she’d already conquered.

As the spell’s light consumed her, Mana’s mind remained sharp, calculating, even in defeat.

“Smart,” she admitted, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips before the virtual world dissolved around her. She soon found herself in reality again... staring down at an enormous erect penis poking out from under her skirt. How troublesome. But even so... She tilted her head to and fro, assessing her mental condition.

"I don't feel any different," she mused. "Although this thing does seem to ache quite a bit..."

It would be best if this thing wasn't left out and about like this. The best and smartest thing for her to do was put it away. Alas, the instant that Mana put her hand into a position to grip the shaft - It ejaculated, and in so doing sent out a burst of semen that struck a chair - which, quite without warning, vanished into a time portal.

Just like the effect caused by her time bullets. And, worse yet, it was still very, very erect.

"I see," she said. Then, she made another attempt to put it away - and this time her knees buckled as she shot a load into a table, sending it several hours into the future as well. "Aahhh~ It will do that every time I try, is that it?"

And it was still very, very erect. How irritating. Nor could she fit her skirt over it to hide it, and even if she did it would be very obvious it was there... All Mana could do here was sigh in annoyance. She literally couldn't do anything about this mess without being actually, objectively a sex pest.