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Fingers tensed, pulled tendons like steel wires and released. My arm was still flesh, but not human; then again, did it matter?
The city was bright as bright could be, swirling with each of the senses. Scents of the street prickled against goose pimples as the light of Tokyo Tower danced on my tongue; while the hustle and bustle, panic and pain climbed the corners of my skull and skated the blade of realization. Humanity, nature and industry carried across the water and bent to my awareness.
Words caught on my tongue. None could describe the experience.
The Platinum Doll… Chiyoko, smiled and nodded. Until that point her expression had been forced; her celebration of my transcendence a point of pride more than of happiness.
Fists struck invisible targets, whipping gusts in miniature. Woe betide whatever, whoever they landed against.