MASHLE: MAGIC AND MUSCLES (マッシュル-MASHLE-)

This is the Magic Realm.

It is called the Magic Realm because

it is a world with magic in it.

Flying on a broom, levitating heavy objects,

creating wondrous somethings out of nothing.

Everyone who lives here can use magic.

Thus, it has become a natural part

of their everyday lives.

It is said that magic is a gift from God,

and here, social status is determined

by how well one can master it.

In this world where flying dragons are a common sight...

In the middle of a forest dark and deep lived

a young man who challenged the rules of this world.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Nothing like cream puff after pumping iron.

My name is Regro Burnedead.

I live in the forest with my son far away

from anyone else.

I'm 75, chic, and oh-so-elegant.

In my youth I was reckless in all sorts of ways,

but if you live to my age,

nothing bothers you much anymore.

Naturally, after all my experiences over the years,

I've learned a number of healthy ways

to combat stress.

One way is to--

- Oh, hey, Pops. I'm back.

Dang it, Mash!

Why'd you rip the door off its hinges?

- I couldn't remember if I had to push or pull.

Remember?

You've lived here your whole life!

- I was trying to figure it out. - And you ended up breaking it!

Sorry, Pops.

I'll fix it.

- Well, as long as you're sorry, it's fine, son.

I can't stay mad when he's so sincere.

Turn it! Turn it! You need to turn it!

- How come it won't fit? - You have to turn it!

- Huh? What'd you say?

- Would you quit with the pounding?

- Spit on the foundling? - No!

I'll fix it, pops.

Sorry. -

Yeah. I know.

Anyhow, did you finish with your workout today?

Sure did.

This training...

I've done it my whole life, but why's it all physical?

Well, it's because...

You're not like ordinary folks.

You can't use magic at all because

for some reason you're different.

The least I could do was...

- Hmm? - You know what?

We can talk about it later.

I just remembered I have something to do.

Keep an eye on the place.

- Mm-hmm. - And stop breaking doors.

- Okay, but I know how to fix them, so--

- You should know how to open and close 'em by now!

- Was it push or pull? - Pull! You pull to open it!

Anyway, I'll be back in a bit.

You know the rule while I'm out.

Stay put and under no circumstances

do you go into the city.

Nope, not going there.

That a boy.

You're such a good, smart son.

All right, see you.

Be safe out there.

Sorry, Pops.

A hungry dog takes no heed of blows.

- Excuse me. How much is this?

Magic, magic, magic.

They're doing the same stuff you can do with your hands.

Seven limited cream puffs, please.

Sure thing.

Ah--

- Sorry about that. Guess I squeezed too hard.

- B--But coins shouldn't bend just by squeezing your hand.

- That's my fault. I can fix 'em.

Uh, wait, you're gonna--

- There. Good as new.

- He--he--he bent them back by ha--

There you go! Enjoy!

Thank you very much.

You seein' this?

There's nothing on his face!

- He doesn't have one! - I don't believe it.

- 'Scuse me. Are you one of those...

Hmm?

- N--Nothing! Thanks for stopping by.

- This year's Divine Visionary has been chosen.

The honor has been bestowed upon a second-year student

from the prestigious Easton Magic Academy,

Rayne Ames.

The title of Divine Visionary is awarded to the student

who demonstrates the highest degree

of excellence during the school year.

In addition to their promotion-- -

Blah, blah, blah.

Life's great if you've got talent.

- Then you got folks like me living boring lives

in dull-as-dirt places till they die.

- Please, sir. I swear I've learned my lesson.

I only stole one little thing this one time.

- What? Are you kidding me?

'Cause of your petty crime,

I got all this extra work to do now.

And I'm gonna make damn sure you regret it

so I don't ever see you here again.

- No, please, no more!

Huh?

What?

I'm in the middle of something.

Oh, yeah?

You sure the kid's got no mark?

- I wonder what's got everyone so worked up?

- Stay put and under no circumstances

do you go into the city.

I'm sorry, Pops.

But these are worth it.

They don't make goblin cream puffs that often.

So good. So good. So--

Uh, sorry, officer-- - Oh, now that's just great!

Look at what'cha did!

Ain't you got no respect for the law?

The magic police are out here tryin'

to keep the peace for ordinary civilians!

I bet you think this job's easy, huh?

Well guess what, kid? It's thankless and pays nothing!

Last thing I need is you stressing me out!

Would you like a cream puff?

Sounds like you could use one. - Don't pity me!

Besides, you slobbered all over it!

- How dare you offer me a slobbered-on cream puff?

That's like kissing me indirectly!

What, you wanna make out with me?

Or are you trying to pick a fight?

Pickin' a fight with me is the same as pickin'

a fight with this realm!

So what you gonna do about my uniform, huh?

Huh? Huh?

Huh?

I'll go wash this

and bring it back to you, officer.

- There's no point now! You shredded my blues!

The hell's your problem, kid?

You got somethin' against cops or somethin', huh?

- What's up, Terry? -

Brad, this kid's a menace!

- Why don't you take a breath? You're makin' a scene.

Now, explain your lack of uniform.

- Well, this punk went and tore it.

Uh-huh.

- It's the unmarked brat that just got reported.

The nerve.

Chomping cream puffs like he's done nothin' wrong.

- Okay, kid. Let's go.

Please excuse my son, officer!

I didn't need the hassle today but this could lead

to that promotion I've been hopin' for.

.Track 'em down!

You idiot!

How many times do I have to tell you not to go

to the city on your own?

I won't do that ever again.

I'm really sorry.

Ah, look at that face.

He's all broken up about it.

I can't stay mad at him.

Ah, son, it's okay.