A Magical Girl with No Magic

When Mo Xin was trapped by a rift beast and stood on the brink of life and death, “Would you like to become a magical girl?” Mo Xin chose yes, but he wasn't a girl, and he couldn't use magic after transforming either. When the other magical girls arrived, Mo Xin had already taken care of the beast. “How did you do that?” The magical girls who arrived couldn't sense any trace of magic from Mo Xin. “With my fists.” Mo Xin calmly held out both hands, patterns of magic crests appearing across his arms. The crests took over his thoughts, linking his fists to his brain.