By day, Yui’sthe glittering guardian Pony celes, zapping Zaiderg armies into next Tuesday. But even heroines have a grind, and Yui’s daily commute is straight-up trash. She got the looks and the universe apparently decided that means she’s public enemy number one for every sleazeball with working hands. We’re talking train gropers acting like they own the place. We’re talking a gym teacher whose “form correction” involves way too much lingering.
“If these losers were Zaiderg,” she mutters, “I’d transform so fast and serve them knuckle sandwiches till they cry.”
So naturally, on one of those days, she ducks into a random shop in the shopping district to cool off. This ugly mug’s hungry for some energy. Her power’s getting sucked dry faster than a milkshake on a summer sidewalk.
