Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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That day, Chu Hua recalled all the moments they had shared together: the beach, the pier, the planetarium, their own flower field, and every corner of the island, whether inhabited or uninhabited—all the things they had done together.

She knocked on Mio's door. A few minutes later, Mio opened the door, and then Hatsuka saw Mio's swollen eyes and her scraped scalp.

They hugged.

Maybe it's more than just one hug, maybe it's not just an embrace, but also two hearts that rely on each other.

After that, the magic of friendship lasted for almost two months. During those two months, Hatsuka took the girl around the island, playing and having fun. Mio, on the other hand, was called to work by her family. It happened to be the fishing moratorium, and her father entrusted her with all the work of maintaining the boats.

They missed each other, but occasionally they would sleep together at the planetarium, listening to Lin tell bedtime stories.

For two months, as long as they kept quiet about anything related to that girl, everything seemed to be fine.

And then...

"You stood me up again?"

Why are you still mentioning her in front of me?

"You were wrong first."

"You were the one who mentioned her first!"

"Why did it become like this?"

"how could I know?!"

......

However, when the magic of friendship worked, they became best friends again.

"I'm sorry, I went too far yesterday," Mio said. "Actually, I..."

“I know, Dad said something happened at your family,” Chu Hua said. “I’m the one who should apologize.”

"..."

"Let's make up."

"......Um."

"Give me a hug, I'm so tired."

"it is good."

When the magic of friendship appears, all conflicts disappear, and everything becomes as simple and beautiful as before.

But would they wish time could stand still at this moment? Would they wish the future would remain unchanged?

The answer is no.

Whether it's Hatsuka or Mio.

They've had enough of this kind of life. In other words, they're starting to grow up.

Chu Hua was going to study in a big city, and she told them a year in advance. In the year before Chu Hua left the island, the magic of friendship appeared throughout the year, but its effect gradually weakened, from being measured in months to weeks, and finally reduced to days, or even hours.

Even so, it is still effective; it can still temporarily bring two hearts that have drifted apart back together.

The magic's effect was finally reduced to just a few minutes a week before departure... until the very end...

"You stood me up again yesterday, even though I'm leaving next week. Every chance to see you is one less I'll have..."

"Well, so what?"

"This is the last time. I don't want to give in to you anymore."

"Wow, is that all you wanted to say?"

"Ah."

"Then it's my turn. I've had enough too. Ever since you decided to leave, you've become incredibly irritable. Fine, when you're irritable, you like to drag me to play those dueling games with you, and you never hold back. Do you think I enjoy playing that stupid game with you? Do you think I don't have a temper? Do you think anyone's putting up with anyone else?!"

"Do you think I wanted to leave? This wasn't my own decision!"

"You don't want to? You really don't? Knowing your aunt and uncle's personalities, if you say no, do you think they won't listen? If you don't want to, why don't you give me this chance?!"

"..."

"..."

"I...I'm sorry...I didn't consider your feelings..."

"Enough! Go to your big city if you want, but I never want to see you again!!!"

...completely disappeared.

Since then.

Hatsuka Sanka left behind the "Shangri-La" of fairy tales, leaving behind Mio Yaeyama, who, like Peter Pan, could never grow up and could never leave Neverland.

They went on with their own lives and never contacted each other again.

How do fairy tales usually end?

The prince and princess were given magic by a fairy and lived happily ever after.

No, that's not the end.

Fairy tales have no ending, because if they continued to be told, they would no longer be "fairy tales".

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"That sounds a bit like a scumbag woman."

"...I think so too."

"So, I'm the other woman?"

"...Do you think so?"

"I can't say."

Xiangzi lay on Chuhua's back, his expression somewhat complicated.

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Xiangzi, Chuhua, Mio.

The three of them reached a strange balance, and none of them uttered a word for the rest of the journey. The graveyard of ships seemed to have no end, and they had no idea how long they had been walking at the bottom of the valley. The only thing Xiangzi could sense was that they were heading in the right direction; the true form of the waterfall was in this direction.

After a long, long silence, Chu Hua became the first to speak.

"Xiao Xiang, do you think I did something wrong?" Chu Hua said softly. "Actually... should I have given this chance to leave the island to Mio?"

Xiangzi could tell that she had been thinking for a long time.

As expected, she was particularly prone to sentimentality in her half-witch state, and without someone to guide her, she could easily get stuck in a dead end.

Fortunately, I was with Chu Hua at that moment.

She secretly stroked Chu Hua's golden hair from behind, and asked:

Why would you think that?

"Because... I wasn't very happy living in the big city, and I was even more unhappy after becoming a star." Chu Hua lowered her eyes.

"So you're not happy being with me?"

"Of course not!" Chu Hua suddenly raised her head, turned around pitifully, and looked at Xiangzi.

“So you actually really wanted to leave the island and go to the big city, so that you could see me again someday,” Xiangzi said. “That was your original intention.”

"Um......"

Indeed, reuniting with Xiangzi was one of Chu Hua's goals, and perhaps her biggest one. Singing was merely her hobby, a tool for her to bridge the gap between herself and Xiangzi.

She's not actually a very ambitious person; she's easily satisfied.

Seeing that Chu Hua's expression had softened a bit, Xiangzi continued:

"Not to mention that you also have your parents' expectations on your shoulders. Developing your career in a big city doesn't just affect you alone, so you're not wrong, and you have reasons not to back down."

Xiangzi sighed and turned the blame on himself.

"If I had to say, I'm the one who's wrong. Without me, none of this would have happened."

"How could that be? Xiao Xiang's appearance is like an angel descending upon me."

“Yeah, so I think I’m not wrong either.” Xiangzi smiled bitterly. “Then is Mio wrong? Impossible, no matter how you look at it, she’s the one who got hurt the most.”

"..."

"In the end, no one really did anything wrong. If only, if only, if only we had known better, there are so many such things, so many that they are meaningless, because no matter what you do, you will definitely regret it in the future. So there is no need to dwell on the past. Once a decision has been made, stick to it."

Xiangzi sighed helplessly.

"Moreover, it is precisely these unavoidable circumstances that have made us who we are today, that have made you and me, and that have created our little home, Ave Mujica."

She reached out her finger and poked Chu Hua's cheek, whispering in her ear.

"Keep going, keep moving forward, there will always be a way."

"There will always be a way out..." Chu Hua murmured, holding Xiangzi's illusory hand.

She stopped, shielded Mio behind her, and looked ahead at the road.

The sounds of laser starfish and sea slugs wriggling in the darkness became increasingly clear.

bang.

Bsk's helmet covered his eyes.

"...Then let's keep going."

====MoO迩一叁另玐=亻尔===

"You have nowhere left to go! Hahahahahaha—! Die in fear and become sacrifices for the birth sacrifice—!"

Aden stepped onto the deck of the Scroll, walking amidst the smoke and wails of battle.

The number of seafood people and tentacles was significantly greater than in the previous attack. This island was the familiars' stronghold, and they almost all came out to swarm towards the Scroll.

Faced with such immense pressure, a security force of only a few dozen people was clearly insufficient.

Moreover, the loud noise of gunfire and artillery outside caused panic among the passengers huddled indoors.

Gao Songdeng huddled alone in the private room, holding his head in his hands, the sounds of gunfire, fighting, and screams outside constantly ringing in his ears. Meanwhile, the sounds inside the ship were far from quiet either.

Female high school students are a group that is easily swayed by emotions. Under the influence of the constant fighting and screams outside, even though the broadcast had been repeated several times to tell the passengers not to worry and to stay in their rooms and not to move around, it had no effect at all.

On the contrary, the creation of the "Seven" and "Four" has had many negative effects.

Fear, anxiety, and unease spread like a virus in the indoor space.

Under such closed conditions, emotions can spread at a rate no slower than, and perhaps even more efficiently than, viruses that can be transmitted through droplets.

Anxious people were walking back and forth in the corridor outside, and some were banging on the locked hatch, making a dull thud.

The String Horn was on the verge of collapse, as if it had hit an iceberg.

Someone is crying.

Someone is cursing.

Someone is trying to escape.

Some people are already writing their wills with tears in their eyes.

Some people, like lamps, quietly huddled in their rooms, whether in despair or still clinging to hope for survival, it was hard to tell.

The lamp didn't know whether it was in despair or still holding a sliver of hope.

She wasn't actually that scared.

No, she was scared, but not of her own life; she was scared of the people outside fighting the familiars.

"Aine... Riki... Ryuna..." the lamp murmured tremulously to herself, "...and everyone else I don't know..."

She hugged her knees, her whole body trembling slightly.

"If only I were a little more useful..."

"You can be very useful, all you have to do is become a magical girl."

"Kubi said, squatting on the bedside table."