Date A Live, the Spirit Descends

[Note: All main characters in this work are adults. There is no inappropriate guidance.]

[Raizen High School has been changed to Raizen University.]

[Gender-bender setting approved for review (⋟﹏⋞)]

[Sorry, only the first chapter has this.]

In an instant, a crack appeared in the sky, as though the world itself had been torn apart.

—It was a spacequake.

At the center of that disaster stood a beautiful girl. Her waterfall-like white hair was not pure white, but carried a faint beige sheen. It draped casually over her shoulders, with a few playful strands hanging beside her cheeks.

In stark contrast were her pale violet eyes. The purple was light, like violets washed pale by rain. The corners of her eyes tilted slightly upward, carrying an innate languor and distance. Though they looked incredibly alluring, her expression made them seem gentle.

Her astral dress glowed with dazzling light.

At the same time, the AST squad swiftly assembled and formed an encirclement.

"Target Spirit, coordinates 37.82N, 139.65E. Residual spacequake activity confirmed. Manifestation type unknown. Danger level provisionally rated A—repeat, danger level A!" Ryoko Kusakabe's voice came through the communicator.

"Origami, take two people around the flank! Activate the manifestation devices as soon as you're in range. Don't hesitate!"

"Understood." Origami Tobiichi's reply was crisp and decisive, and a sharp glint flashed through her pale blue eyes.

In the clearing among the trees, the silver-haired Spirit raised her gaze and saw the AST members flying toward her. Her lips moved, and she spoke the first word she had uttered since arriving in this world.

"Eh?"

The Spirit girl simply looked at her hands, then at her legs. She unconsciously pressed her thighs together and discovered that there really was nothing beneath them.

Had she... become a girl?

The girl's eyes widened, her mind seemingly blank.

Of course, in that instant, the Spirit girl had not merely checked her own body. The AST in the sky was far too conspicuous to ignore so easily, and her crystal-like pale violet eyes quietly watched the sky as well.

Her fingertips slowly rose.

Something like black mist spread out—it was Spiritual Power. Then countless swords were summoned. In an instant, the silver-haired Spirit girl understood her power, and naturally grasped one of the swords.

A black-and-red blade strike swiftly pierced through the AST's defensive manifestation device, destroying both the struck member and her outer armor. It left a wound in her abdomen—not too deep, not too shallow, just enough to cut open her stomach without harming her internal organs.

"Execute the evacuation plan immediately! Move! Repeat, evacuate immediately!" As the captain, Ryoko Kusakabe gritted her teeth and swiftly issued the withdrawal order.

"Captain! Origami is still in there!" Mikiya Okamine's voice carried tears and unwillingness.

"This is an order!" Ryoko cut her off sharply, her eyes fixed on the red dot representing Origami Tobiichi on the holographic map—it was moving at an astonishing speed toward the depths of the warehouse where the Spirit was located. "I'll handle Origami's situation! Take the wounded to Assembly Point Three immediately. In five minutes, this area will be bombarded!"

"But..."

"No buts!" Ryoko's tone softened for a moment, but remained firm. "AST cannot lose any more personnel here. Trust me, and trust Origami. Withdraw now!"

As the Spirit girl watched Origami swing her blade at her, the swords floating around her moved as if they possessed wills of their own, swiftly blocking Origami's attack. One sword with a key-shaped hilt opened a patch of space in midair as though unlocking a door.

Before Origami could react, she was pushed into that space.

"Bye-bye."

Seeing that the troublesome AST members before her had finally all disappeared, the Spirit girl relaxed considerably.

The AST members could not really be considered bad people, but from her own standpoint, they were indeed on the opposing side.

What a pain!

For now, she really did not want to kill people who could not be called villains. Of course, if she had no other choice...

This was the best outcome. She had used her swords' ability to open that space and send Origami Tobiichi somewhere else safe.

"A name. I need a name." The beautiful Spirit girl cupped her face and pinched her cheeks as she looked at her reflection in the building's glass. Her former male name no longer suited this incomparably beautiful face.

The Spirits in the original work all had names involving numbers—one through ten... zero and ten thousand...

What if her own name included a thousand?

Coming to this place, along with everything that had just happened, felt like a fantasy, as though she had been submerged in some illusion.

The Spirit girl suddenly understood.

"Qian Huanyue." Yes, that would be her name.

As for becoming a girl, Qian Huanyue did not care at all as she sat on the rooftop of a tall building, swinging her legs.

Wasn't this heaven's reward?

Compared with before her transmigration, the only changes were that there was nothing down there anymore, and she had gained a pair of big white rabbits.

She had gone from looking like a girl to becoming a real girl.

So pretty.

At DEM Industries, Westcott had a holographic projection floating before him, displaying Qian Huanyue's preliminary report and data. Then he let out a laugh like some vector-obsessed old man.

This Spirit was very interesting. She seemed to possess multiple abilities. Though she appeared to use swords, compared to [Princess], her abilities were far more varied.

"A new, previously unrecorded Spirit has been confirmed. Designated [Magic Swordsman Spellsword]. Her Spirit Wave response pattern is unique and does not match any archived Spirit, including Hermit or Nightmare.

Spiritual Power manipulation: She has been observed controlling her Spiritual Power output with extreme precision, able to release and retract it freely.

[Magic Swordsman Spellsword] and astral dress characteristics: It is strongly suspected that her Angel's abilities are related to 'blade strikes' or 'spatial distortion.' The exact form, range, and power remain unknown.

Combat tendency: Thus far, no proactive attacks or obvious hostility have been observed.

However, this does not mean she is harmless.

Threat level: Provisionally A+."

A knock from Hibiki sounded at the door.

The door slid open.

Ellen Mira Mathers, the world's strongest wizard, strode in with crisp steps.

"Eccentric, you wanted me?" Ellen asked directly. Her gaze swept over the holographic projection's contents, and she was not surprised.

"Ah, Ellen, you're always so punctual." Westcott smiled. "I've read this report. This new Spirit seems quite interesting."

"Yes." Ellen's voice remained as calm as ever, though a trace of gravity flashed in the depths of her sharp eyes. "Her fighting style resembles [Princess] in some ways, but is more... varied. She can precisely control the extent of the damage, incapacitating opponents rather than killing them. She has also displayed spatial manipulation abilities. Such control and such a combination of abilities are extremely rare among known Spirits."

Westcott listened with great interest, lightly tapping his fingertips against the desk with a steady rhythm, the soft sound of Hibiki echoing through the room. "Precise control, nonlethal strikes, spatial transfer... and those swords of varying forms.

Ellen, don't you find that interesting? She does not seem to be fighting. It is more like she is... demonstrating? Or rather, she is instinctively avoiding killing, yet uses her power with great proficiency."

"A threat? Of course she is a threat." Westcott chuckled, his eyes gleaming with almost fanatical curiosity. "But she is also an unparalleled possibility! Ellen, think about it. A Spirit who has only just manifested, yet can so skillfully employ multiple compound abilities—what rules do her Angel, those 'swords,' represent? I am very curious."

He stood and walked to the holographic projection again, enlarging Qian Huanyue's beautiful face, which carried a trace of confusion and detachment.

"Physical blades, energy blade strikes, spatial manipulation... The report calls her [Magic Swordsman], but I feel that these may only be the tip of the iceberg."

"Ratatoskr must be preparing to act as well."

He raised his wineglass and gave the image a slight salute, as though paying tribute to an actor about to take the stage. Yet behind that smile lay bottomless malice.

"Should we adjust our response strategy?" Ellen asked. "Her current threat level is A+, but given her uncertainty and potential value, should we prioritize capture or elimination?"

"Capture... yes, that is an enticing prospect." Westcott nodded, then shook his head. "But there is no need to rush. It is like tasting fine wine—open it too early, and it loses its proper flavor. Let us continue observing her, Ellen."

Ellen listened in silence. She knew that Westcott had already made his decision.

"I understand." Ellen nodded. "I will maintain the highest level of surveillance, deploy all available resources, and establish a behavioral model and Spiritual Power profile for her. At the same time, I will prepare an elite squad to remain on standby, ensuring that we can intervene immediately if she displays abilities sufficient to pose a substantial threat, or if Ratatoskr's actions may cause us to lose the initiative."

"Very good. Do as you said." Westcott turned around in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Qian Huanyue sneezed softly on the rooftop. A chill ran down her spine. She rubbed her nose and looked around in confusion. Her clothes had already been transformed into casual wear through reiryoku conversion.