Interlude: The Administrator Checks In

In the divine realm, amidst the boundless expanse where the threads of fate converged and diverged, the administrator found a moment's respite from their eternal duties. As celestial beings tasked with overseeing the intricate tapestry of lives and destinies, their existence was a perpetual cycle of guidance and observation. Yet, even in the realm beyond mortal comprehension, one needed to pause and reflect.

"I wonder how Allen is doing in his new life," the administrator mused, their ethereal form radiating an aura of contemplation. "How did he like my prank of being reborn as a girl? Let's have a looksie, then."

With a graceful wave of their hand, the administrator summoned an ephemeral screen—an otherworldly window into the mortal realm. Upon this arcane canvas, a scene unfolded. It was a glimpse into the life of Rinko Suzuki, who now walked alongside her faithful guard, Liz, through the corridors of the royal castle.

The sight before them filled the administrator with intrigue and, dare they admit, a hint of surprise. Rinko, reborn as a girl in her new life, appeared to have seamlessly adapted to her altered circumstances. Her demeanor was one of ease and contentment as she engaged in casual conversation with Liz. They spoke of training regimens and castle life, their words punctuated by laughter and camaraderie.

What struck the administrator was the apparent naturalness with which Rinko had embraced her new identity. Despite the added intricacies and challenges of her existence as a girl, she navigated them with poise and grace. It was a testament to her resilience and adaptability, qualities that transcended the boundaries of gender.

"Such mental flexibility," the administrator murmured to themself. "It's as if nothing phases her. Though this isn't my final prank in store either. It would please me if I could make her panic at least once."

Their wicked grin, reminiscent of mischievous deities of old, danced upon their celestial visage. The administrator's duties were far from monotonous, for they often took delight in playfully toying with the destinies of those who caught their divine eye for special treatment.

The celestial observer continued to monitor Rinko's daily life. She attended lessons in etiquette and history, engaged in the rituals of noble upbringing, and conducted herself with a regal grace that belied her age. It was a life filled with both privilege and responsibility, and Rinko navigated its intricacies with remarkable ease.

Yet, as the administrator watched, a peculiar occurrence transpired. Rinko's left ear twitched, a subtle and instinctive reaction, and she visibly shivered as though a ghostly presence had caressed her spine. She glanced around, her gaze searching for something unseen, her quill poised at her chin in contemplation. Her gaze landed as though to coincidentally look at the administrator's eyes through the invisible rift of light.

"Oh? Can she sense my malevolent gaze through time and space somehow?" the administrator pondered; their curiosity piqued. "This is a surprise; how can that be? There were three unidentifiable skills on her chart when I analyzed her, does that have to do with this? Or is it just a coincidence? Demi-humans naturally have heightened senses, but I have never seen one react to my presence like this."

The celestial puzzle intrigued them greatly. The administrator made a mental note to tread cautiously in their observations, limiting their intrusive gaze to sporadic intervals. Yet, the notion of revealing one of Rinko's unique aptitudes to the world tantalized their mischievous spirit.

A wicked idea took root within their divine mind, and they decided to set it into motion. "Let's put her in a potentially compromising position," they murmured with a sly grin. "She has a unique skill that I'd like to reveal to those around her when she gets her appraisal done at the church. This is going to be quite fun, as the world around her should panic at this revelation."

With their divine intentions set into motion, the administrator refocused their attention on their eternal responsibilities. With a final wave of their hand, the magical screen dissolved into myriad blue particles that scattered into the cosmic void.

"Now that that's been set into motion," the administrator remarked, "I suppose I should get back to work."

With a sense of cosmic purpose, they returned to their duties, ready to guide another soul through the intricate dance of life and death, knowing that the threads of destiny would continue to weave their ever-unpredictable tapestry.