And the next day, the punch line.
My two sisters, Karen and Tsukihi, beat me awake as usual. My body felt sluggish. I forced myself out of bed. It seemed harder than usual. My muscles ached, like I had a fever. This wasn't like Hanekawa's incident; I hadn't done any grappling or running, so I hadn't done anything to strain my muscles, but each step hurt. I made it down the stairs, but nearly toppled down them instead. My mind was clear, and it wasn't flu season, so what was going on?
I thought about it, and an impossible idea tugged at my brain.
I took a turn into the bathroom.
And stepped onto the scale.
I weigh 55 kilos.
But the scale was pointing at 100.
"...seriously?"
Like he'd said...
Gods are pretty out of it.
