Megumin handed the magic “feeling” necklace to Kazuma, looking at him with arched eyebrows, ignoring the semi-panicked princess whose necklace was just nicked by a tired out wizard.
“It's Japanese…” Kazuma muttered, not noticing Megumin cuddling her head deeper into Kazuma's neck.
“What yours is mine…”
“The rest is too faded-” Kazuma stopped as the necklace suddenly lit up, blasting the room with what felt like a mimic of the sun.
As the light dimmed The trio looked at eachother.
“Maybe it was a dud,” Kazuma jokes, only for his pale face to suddenly turn a bright pink as his voice cracked…but didn't that crack sound familiar?
“K-Kazuma!” Megimun yelled jumping or at least trying to jump with the minimum energy she possessed
“What!?” Kazuma yelled only for his eyes to widen as he heard Megumin's voice come out of his throat.
Bolting up Kazuma looked at himself inspecting every inch of himself.
His hands cracked as they thinned and shrank.
Kazuma thought he could hear Iris yelling his name but it was naught but wind in the air as his legs made enough painful Crack making him let out a scream, falling straight onto his ass which he absently noted was more plush then before.
He watched with morbid fascination as his legs became shorter, while widden into much thicker thighs squeezing poor chunchunmaru before it too shattered and retreated into a slit, eliciting yells of pain.
His entire frame crunched and crunched, his brown hair growing longer, until it too fit a perfect match for the explosive wizard.
With a few deep breaths Kazuma stared at his current body, his still green eyes wide.
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