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"Well, guess it isn't hard to tell who the virgins are," Kusanagi noted to himself, wondering mostly what the value was to a Strain of being able to reduce people to the age they lost said virginity.
Yata was, predictably, the exact same age as ever and chasing the Strain with undampened enthusiasm. Almost surprisingly, but somehow not really, Fushimi was the same.
Everyone else had to momentarily get used to being teenagers again, and for many of them, without aura.
Well, except Anna. Who was waiting patiently for the infamous duo to bring back the Strain. "It'll be fine."