Momoko liked her yoyo. It pummeled, it smashed, it lassoed, it carried bad guys to jail, it stopped falling freight elevators, it carried charges of energy enough to push back a demon, it was red...

She knew other weapons had their place, though, so she tapped on her desk with her fingers, wondering if she could get away with claiming she was sick and sneaking out to help, like she did back home when monsters invaded during the school day. At least this was her only class.