I do not own Shakugan no Shana, or the to-be-mentioned sports drink.

-Me

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"Hurry up, Ane-san and the rest are counting on us! We've got to get this monster of a sword to Hirai-san, somehow."

A heavily sweating duo stood a few feet away from a massive sword, who for the past thirty minutes have been taking turns at attempting to carry it. Now, time-pressured due to the presence of the Seirei Den, they redoubled their efforts at carrying the Blutsauger.

"I know, I know. We need to find a way. If only we had a crane nearby that we could hijack..."

"Nah, that's no use. I don't think even the crane'd be able to carry this stupid sword."

"Yeah, you're right. Hey, I have an idea!" exclaimed the squint-eyed Tanaka.

"Yeah? Let's hear it."

"Remember that commercial for that sports drink?"

"Which one?"

"You know, the one where there were these athletes. One of them was swimming in liquid concrete, I think. Then the other one was running with an open parachute strapped to him."

"Oh! You mean Gatorade. You know what? That just might work."

Fifteen minutes later...

"Ane-san... left this behind..." said a panting Tanaka, as he leaned on the wheelbarrow which held the Blutsauger

"You're going to fight... Denizens, right?" Keisaku managed to gasp out between explosive breaths.

"Please, take this. Use it when you fight the denizens." Keisaku hands Shana a bottle of blue liquid, which Shana unthinkingly accepts, her attention too drawn towards the battlesword before her.

Just after the battle with the robots...

"I must get to Yuji..." says Shana, taking a swig of the sports drink which seemed to revive her at least somewhat.

"This is a great drink. It would go well with melon bread."

Fin.