Witch, Witch

Wu Ruotong never used to believe that magic really existed in this world, until today, when she saw it with her own eyes and experienced it firsthand.

Back then, she wasn't a girl. She was a boy, a clueless kid with terrible luck.

After school one evening, Wu Ruotong walked home alone as usual. For certain reasons, he rarely had anyone his own age to talk to in real life. As time went by, he had grown used to it, and even came to enjoy the quiet of being alone.

That special reason was his appearance. Anyone hearing the name Wu Ruotong would think it belonged to a girl. It had indeed originally been chosen for a daughter. After his parents succeeded in business, they wanted to have both a son and a daughter.

But they ended up having four children, all boys, and finally had to give up. They didn't let the name they'd picked go to waste, though; they gave it to their youngest child, who was Wu Ruotong.

The name itself was one thing. More importantly, his parents loved taking advantage of the fact that he was young and didn't know any better, growing his hair long and occasionally putting him in cute little dresses as they indulged their fantasy of having a little princess.

Wu Ruotong was fifteen this year, but he still hadn't escaped his parents' control. His long hair, which he still kept, was proof enough. His parents even thought he looked especially pretty this way, and, so they could have a legitimate reason for letting him keep his hair long at school, they arranged for him to follow an arts track. The boys in the arts classes were just like this kind of...