Lethe swung her swords fluidly. She saw one, two, three strokes at once. No, that wasn’t an illusion, it was the truth. The edges were divided into three parts.

As she avoided the fluttering blades, it seemed like they were inviting her. Puk Puck wanted to touch them, but she endured the impulse.

She waited, and finally, she caught it.

The first blade she caught between her thumb and forefinger. The second between her middle and ring finger. The third blade she caught with her ring and pinky finger.

Lethe tried to push the blade, she tried to pull it, she loosened the blade, she gripped it tight, but Puk Puck stopped all attempts and didn’t let go.

Magical Girl Raising Project: QUEENS, Chapter 8