Being a magical girl isn't easy by any means, but Tohru hasn't become jaded just yet. Her wish, the thing she traded her soul for, is something she would wish for again if given the chance.
If there was one thing she could do for the Sohmas, for Kyo...she could break their curse. She could remove the spell they were under, and she could make sure that Kyo wouldn't have to be locked away. It's worth it. It's worth it. She's sure of it.
Her outfit is pink with white and red accents, and more ribbons than anyone strictly needs. Her weapon is a crosier that she uses to for her primary ability - the power to break illusions cast on others. However, it isn't an ability that causes much damage itself, so she isn't particularly strong on her own. But...in order to stay alive, to stay a magical girl instead of a witch, she has to become more skilled at fighting so she can obtain grief seeds.
(It hurts her heart to think of where they came from. Every time she fights a witch, every time one attacks, she wonders who they used to be. What did they wish for? How did it come to this?)
All of this is why Tohru is, in the dead of night and alone, transformed and swinging around her crosier, trying to get used to using it as a blunt weapon. It doesn't feel quite right, but...what else can she do?
OTA!
If there was one thing she could do for the Sohmas, for Kyo...she could break their curse. She could remove the spell they were under, and she could make sure that Kyo wouldn't have to be locked away. It's worth it. It's worth it. She's sure of it.
Her outfit is pink with white and red accents, and more ribbons than anyone strictly needs. Her weapon is a crosier that she uses to for her primary ability - the power to break illusions cast on others. However, it isn't an ability that causes much damage itself, so she isn't particularly strong on her own. But...in order to stay alive, to stay a magical girl instead of a witch, she has to become more skilled at fighting so she can obtain grief seeds.
(It hurts her heart to think of where they came from. Every time she fights a witch, every time one attacks, she wonders who they used to be. What did they wish for? How did it come to this?)
All of this is why Tohru is, in the dead of night and alone, transformed and swinging around her crosier, trying to get used to using it as a blunt weapon. It doesn't feel quite right, but...what else can she do?