You barely have time to stammer your thanks, catching the eye of the girl in white and silver and exchanging a shy smile before they rush off, perhaps to track down and hopefully defeat the five that caught you.

At home, you decide against writing about the day's events in your livejournal -- at best you might be thought insane, and you have no real desire for your friends to know that you spent any time, however short, female. You would never live that down.

Summer vacation draws to an end without further incident, and you live a normal life thereafter, free from any mystical interference. At times you regret not being able to truly meet and talk with the four girls, but the memory of your combat is forever burned into your memory, and as your thoughts step down that road of regret, you are warned off each time by memories of the 'monster' you were transformed into. Likewise, anytime you wonder what the five sinister women might have meant about being a reborn warrior of legend, you're never seriously tempted to try fate.