>>6153852“A transformation?!” she asks, eyes sparkling as she turns to the bird, asking it if it wants to transform. But Modoriiromoukin tilts its head at your daughter, who transforms back into a Super Saiyan for just a moment. To which the bird caws, flapping its wings in seeming excitement as she turns back to the Demon God. “Modoriiromoukin says he's ready!”
Mechikabura nods once at her declaration before leveling a hand at the bird. Your instincts start to crawl, not in the usual, 'there's danger' way, but more that something you've never seen before is happening. Energy, pure, powerful energy surges from the Demon God into the bird, causing the green crystal creature to begin emitting blinding light. One that forces you to look away, various beings shouting in alarm as they're blinded by the light too. But then, as it fades you look to your granddaughter and her pet, only to see.... Nothing's changed. It still looks the same as ever.
“Huh? Where's the transformation? Modoriiromoukin looks the exact same.” she asks, sounding quite disappointed. To which the Demon God smirks as she looks to him.
“You have to say the magic words, of course. And strike a mighty pose.” the Demon God says, you seeing your granddaughter's eyes widening in surprise and excitement. “The magic word is “Henshin”. Say it as you strike your pose, thinking of sending some of your power into him, and he'll transform. Ready?”
“READY!” she exclaims, turing to face the crystal bird, striking one of her mother's poses with one hand on her forehead, right thumb over her eyebrow as her other is pressed palm-outstretched to the other side “HENSHIN!!”
Once more there is a flash of light, once again from the crystal bird. But this time, as the light fades, the tiny bird the same size as your four, no, five year old granddaughter is now massive! Its wingspan dwarfing everyone, even you still in your Berserker God form are only the size of around one of the bird's wings.
“KIIIIIRIIIIIIIIIN!!” it caws, the cry reverberating in your chest as it flaps its giant crystalline wings once, twice, three times. But you turn from the bird, watching your granddaughter's eyes light up.
“Woaaaaaah!! Look at you, you're all big!” she shouts, flying up to her friend's face, holding its beak in both hands and making eye contact before flying around it, the crystal creature looking itself over as well. “Soooo coool!”
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