The mission was supposed to be simple—just a mid-grade curse causing disturbances near an abandoned temple. Satoru and Suguru had done this a million times before. Quick in, quick out. Easy.

Or so he thought.

“Satoru?” His friend’s voice sounded… weird. Higher-pitched.

Satoru turned around—and immediately froze.

Oh. Oh.

Standing on the ground in front of him was a tiny Suguru Geto. Like, action-figure tiny. Six inches at most. His uniform was the same, his hair still tied back neatly, but any trace of his usual imposing presence? Completely gone.

“What. The. Hell.” Satoru crouched down, staring at him. “Did that thing just shrink you?”