[Mizuki's sight clears up in that moment. Her hands form fists. She sees obstacles to get around in dramatic leaps and lunges, taking large bounds, forming a roundhouse kick towards the door—but at the last moment, her final jump doesn't go anywhere as far as the others, just a few inches above the ground, standing there harming nothing.]
What is this?
[...]
This JUNK?
[She sweeps her disheveled ponytail back over her shoulder and puts her hand on her hip, pointing the other finger straight at the twins' voices.]
As soon as we don't have to be afraid of your little tricks anymore, it's on sight! Braid your hair and put on your lip gloss first, because when you come out after that, it's on! On SIGHT!!
[She turns her back on them, cooling down her gaze and softening her muscles.]
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What is this?
[...]
This JUNK?
[She sweeps her disheveled ponytail back over her shoulder and puts her hand on her hip, pointing the other finger straight at the twins' voices.]
As soon as we don't have to be afraid of your little tricks anymore, it's on sight! Braid your hair and put on your lip gloss first, because when you come out after that, it's on! On SIGHT!!
[She turns her back on them, cooling down her gaze and softening her muscles.]