From Akihabara

The rest of the week passed by like a blur. Aside from her job-mandated university classes, the Creator spent each day training her stamina, attempting to surpass her five minute power walk. It was a rather gossip worthy sight: watching a girl walk for five minutes, laying on the ground for ten, and repeating all over campus. Fortunately, it only amounted to a few curious stares and social media posts. After all, the students knew the residents of San'ya (of which she wasn't) were known for their counterintuitive antics.

By the time the weekend finally rolled around, she had managed to improve her stamina. To what? Well, six minutes. As you might expect, she ended up asking Microwave to cast a physical enhancement spell on her. Truly embarrassing for such an 'all-powerful' Creator.

And now, as the morning sun gleamed through her rather modest 1DK apartment, she checked through her travel bag once again.

Large backpack with too many pockets? Check.

Sleeping bag? Check.

Toiletries? Obviously check.

Fist-aid kit and flashlight? Check and check.

Some weirdly shaped water bottles and food pellets? Double check.

"Hmm, I think that's everything, but I should probably check one more time," she muttered to herself.

"You've already checked a hundred times though," Microwave complained, leaning back on one of the dining room chairs.

"Well, this will be the hundred and first then."

As you might be able to tell, she'd gone a bit insane.

Well, more insane than usual.

While the restriction on her magic seemed entertaining at first, she didn't realize how much it crippled her. She could barely walk, had no sense of direction, struggled to eat the most basic foods, found herself unable to use her watch display, and so many more trivial things that made someone a functioning member of society. Without it, she was worse than an amateur, slapped with a curse preventing her from learning. Because of that, she started to find solace performing monotonous tasks over and over again, trying to find any sliver of entertainment. All you needed was one look at her normally unlived-in flat to see it taken over by a growing swath of junk boxes.

"I think a hundred is fine. We should really get going. It's already eight." Microwave threw up its watch display in front of her face.

"It's already that late? We need to go. Let me just do one final check--"

Microwave grabbed her arm. "Go. Now. You can check again later."

"Fiiinnneee..." she replied lackadaisically, closing the pockets in a flash before swinging the backpack over her shoulders. Then, after a quick physical enhancement spell, they headed out towards the meeting point.

Ochanomizu Station wasn't that far from her apartment in Akihabara: only twenty minutes by foot, or ten minutes by subway on local Chuo-Sobu Line. Normally, they would've taken the subway, but with her relative instability, Microwave thought a walk would help her calm down, or at least lessen... whatever was going through her head.

At a glance, to her, Akihabara wasn't that interesting. After all, it was like most of the other neighborhoods, if you ignored all the billboards and otaku culture. However, there was one key part that made it different from the others: the hologram projectors.

Holograms were a combination of electricity and magic that created three-dimensional illusions into the physical world. At first, it was used to make anime characters come to life in concerts. But one day, someone had the idea of projecting the holograms onto people and objects themselves. With that thought, a few years later, Akihabara turned from being an electric town to a sci-fi novel, with everything replaced -- more specifically obscured -- by futuristic movie elements. Even her 1DK apartment looked like a penthouse suite from the outside, which was the main reason she bought it in the first place.

Like always, as soon as they stepped outside the door, holograms wrapped around their bodies, transforming them into whatever characters were popular at the moment. This time, she changed into one of the lesser known vocaloids: a stubby little girl dressed in yellow, wearing a rather cute yet bratty smile. As for Microwave...

"Pfft. Why do you always turn into golems?" she couldn't help but laugh. Once again, Microwave looked like a dirt golem -- a far cry from its polished human impersonation. Last time, it was an iron golem. The time before that, a stone golem.

"Brah, brah brah, brah!" It tried to say, but its golem mouth was unable to string words together, making for an aggravating experience. And, in response...

"Hahahahaha!"

She laughed, leading to another exasperated, "Brah."

As for if the walk helped her relax and return to a more sounder insanity, it did. Well, if you thought randomly shaking people's hands, acting like a crabby kid, and pretending to sing and dance was more 'sane' than usual.