Smooth as glass

Eventually, the fated day arrived for Yurika. 

"Today... Induction day," Yurika mumbled as she silenced her alarm and levitated her glasses to her face.

Once more alert, she put on a happy face and began humming as she procured her outfit. "This was custom made, and based off of the initial testing I did, it'll serve me well for magic life," she thought.

The outfit in question consisted of a black latex tank top, jean shorts, and black latex fishnet leggings. This was a far cry from the prim and proper attire she was known to wear, but perhaps, there was a reason for this. With the snap of her fingers, Yurika found herself clothed in the selected attire while the pajamas she had been wearing were now stored in a closet dimension exclusive to her.

"Now, to pack the other essentials..."

Once the packing was complete, Yurika exited her room and gracefully strolled through the small living room of her home to the door.

"Yurika... You're leaving? In THAT!?" her mother gasped as she rose from her seat at the table. 

"Dear mother, I can't risk soiling the fine dress on my way to the parlor and college. They'll need to fit me proper once my hair's done, which is why I'm traveling in more sporty attire," Yurika smiled as she slid her bare feet into a custom pair of white sneakers. "And with that, adieu."

"Onee-chan... You're leaving?" Yuze asked as she cautiously inched out from behind the wall.

"DON'T GET IN HER WAY!" She's going to become a priestess! She'll bring us money! I'll be able to get more Prezzies with them!" Yurika's mother shouted as she tossed another handful of the star-shaped drugs into her mouth. 

In a flash, Yurika flew towards her mother, kicking her hard in the face, sending her hurdling through the back wall. Yuze clutched her mouth in shock as Yurika stared out at the damage. Her mother laid motionless, but whether she was dead or not, Yurika wasn't going to confirm. This would be the last time she'd see her so she thought. 

"Yuze, run away to TIUMP, will you. I want you to be there for my induction ceremony," Yurika warmly smiled. 

"NO! O- Onee-chan... You killed her... EE!" 

A depressed frown spread on Yurika's face as Yuze ran up the stairs as fast as she could. "Yuze," she mumbled as she composed herself before grabbing her broom and heading out the door. 

Closing the door behind her, Yurika levitated into the air with her broom. Balancing atop it's narrow handle, she took a stance before the broom began blasting through the air. Carefully weaving her way through birds, buildings, and others flying about, she reached a salon with a Roman aesthetic.

As she landed, she was greeted by a group of priestesses. "Early... Thou have done well," one telepathically said to her. 

"I have dreamed of this moment for years. Now, thanks to my talent, my family will be better off," Yurika smiled. 

Not another word was spoken as the priestesses merely gestured for Yurika to follow them in. 

Entering the salon, Yurika draped herself in a white bathrobe and walked towards an open seat. Though multiple priestesses were present, the only sound resonating throughout the halls was the squeaking of Yurika's sneakers against the floor as she walked to her destination. Sitting down, she removed her glasses and stared at herself in the mirror.

"Yurika Nihei... Thou seeks the vow of the priestess order, a life devoid of hair and mouth, devotion to the magic yee've fostered, dost thou accept?" a voice resonated in Yurika's head.

"Hmm, can I just get the shave for now?" Yurika giggled.

"NAY! Thou must take the vow completely. Begin the shearing!"

Yurika sighed as the priestesses encircled her and extended their hands. Her hair slowly fluttered up before cleanly detaching itself from her head. Next were the eyebrows and eyelashes before a thick white lotion encased her head and face, soaking itself into her skin after 5 minutes.

"Now, the vow of silence," a priestess declared.

A smile spread on Yurika's lips. "Nah, I refuse to join your shitty cult."

The priestesses all raised a browless brow. "What uncouth speech-"

Crack, crack, SMASH!

The priestesses' eyes all bulged in terror as the mirror before them shattered, hurling thousands of pieces of sharp glass at them. They all attempted to defend themselves, but suddenly began dropping like flies.

"No! Glass in the back of their necks!? Did she shatter-"

But the priestess could never complete her thought as a shard of sharp glass slit her throat. In no time flat, all of the priestesses present laid dead on the ground.

"And I was going to lose everything to become fodder like that," Yurika scoffed as grabbed her glasses before standing up and throwing off her robe. "So glad I wore skintight sportswear, cuz I'm gonna be working out today."

As she stepped outside, Yurika found herself confronted by more priestesses.

"We inferred what sin was committed. Thou shan't be escaping," one telepathically snarled.

"Ah, no windows... I'm fucked," Yurika groaned as she launched a surprise attack using the glass from her glasses.

The priestesses didn't see it coming and all fell to the ground, blood gushing out of their necks.

"Best of the best... Once upon a time maybe, but not anymore," Yurika snarled to herself as she summoned her broom and flew away. "Sensei, I don't know if one of those was you. Sorry, but you understand why I can't check. But if you were among them... hope you're able to rest in peace now." 

From a distance, a figure smiled as papers fluttered around her. "Yurika Nihei, age 18, specialization, glass magic... My, no wonder they want to lobotomize her so badly. Those elite whores just can't stand when a common blood has more talent than them. Not even I suspected she'd have such a hidden persona... Hmm, hmm, hmm, seems like we'll have a misfit in our midst's this year. I wonder if she'll be the only one."