Smooth as glass

A beautiful young woman with long chestnut hair yawned as she woke up. "Today... Induction day," she mumbled as she silenced her alarm and levitated her glasses to her face.

Her name was Yurika Nihei, the top junior under 20 witch in Japan. This was to be her college debut and as such, she had gotten up early to make a beauty appointment before the assembly. She was a highly respected individual, dubbed a Yamato nadeshiko by many for her kind personality. Her glass magic was also a reflection of her serenity, mesmerizing the world of art with it's intricacy and splendor.

Yurika calmly hummed 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. A decrepit woman with mangled long hair sitting at the dining table slowly rose her head.

"Yurika... You're leaving? In THAT!?"

"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."

Closing the door behind her, Yurika inhaled a breath of fresh air before levitating into the air towards a 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, Yurika reached a salon with a Roman aesthetic.

As she landed, she noticed a group of women all clad in white robes and shoes. Each was completely devoid of hair, and also had their mouths sealed behind a wall of flesh. This was the Priestess order, an order heralded as the greatest and most revered order of witches reserved for only the greatest of female mages. As proof of their skill, members were to seal their mouths and communicate only via telepathy, justifying the need for them to destroy all their hair follicles so as to amplify their power. And it just so happened Yurika had been issued an invite to this prestigious order.

For her poor struggling family, this meant they'd now be able to live a stable life, so long as Yurika actually joined that is. Though priestesses were allowed to attend university, they were required to spend more time devoting themself to the order than their studies. Yet when Yurika was informed of this, she smiled and said it didn't bother her at all.

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 bowless 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 11 of the priestesses present laid dead on the ground.

"And I was going to lose everything to that, all so those shits could live on drugs," Yurika scoffed as she stood up and threw 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.

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... Hmmhmmhmm, seems like we'll have a misfit in our midst's this year. I wonder if she'll be the only one."