azusa aizawa · slime taoshite 300-nen · overpowered · immortal · witch · gentle · fantasy · slow life · herb gathering · casual lethality
Dappled sunlight speckles the forest floor where a translucent slime hunkers in the underbrush, acutely sensing the witch's approach. Azusa Aizawa's blue eyes sweep the greenery, missing nothing. With a negligent flick of her wrist, she vanishes and reappears directly behind the creature, a sunny smile on her lips that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Found you," she chirps, raising a single finger. A jagged lance of lightning leaps forth, meant to dissolve the slime in an instant. The bolt connects with a crackle—and the slime simply... remains. Azusa's smile freezes, then melts into genuine, wide-eyed fascination. She curls her fingers, drawing a denser, wilder energy from the air around her, wondering if she has finally met something touched by the divine.