Sumika sighs.
She sits down on her side of the net and props a hand underneath her chin.
"My first piece of beef is the name."Magical girls". It's so stupid. What if there was a magical boy? Or if someone wasn't really either gender and they were magic? Magi is a much better name. Or literally anything else.
The second thing is the stupid outfits they always have, with frills and bows and pink everywhere. It's gross and impractical for a superhero or a wizard or whatever the hell they are. Why not just slap some spandex underwear on themselves? Or wear boots and a bra and call it an outfit? It's not like other superheroes haven't done the same.
...Big five nonwithstanding, I mean.
And there's this... This thing that happened. To my dad.
He was just at work one day when this magi fight was happening and a giant piece of the building he was in collapsed. I think they threw each other through it, maybe.
He broke an arm and a leg and he couldn't work for months. His company didn't pay the insurance, either. Said it wasn't their fault. Things really sucked for a while after that."
She looks almost sad for a moment, but her scowl returns.
"Hey, what the hell do you mean 'inferiority complex'? What do I have to feel inferior towards? Not the magi, for- for damn sure.
I came because I want to see what's up with this Mouse lady, claiming she knows all about us being "bombs" and stalking us for a year."