Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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She turned around with a smile and came up behind Yan.

“How about starting with a change in your hairstyle?” she said.

"Eh?!"

"I always felt that Homura would look much better if she let her hair down."

Xiao Yuan helped Yan untie the headband from her fluffy braid, combed it, and used the two headbands to tie two small braids on either side of her head, imitating Xiangzi's hairstyle. Then, she grabbed Yan's shoulders and pushed her in front of the mirror.

"Look, doesn't he look a bit like Senior Xiangzi?"

"Uh......"

Yan looked at herself in the mirror and felt a little... comical.

The hairbands that tied her braids were long and fluffy, and when tied on either side of her head, they looked like two particularly soft, big ears. Combined with the red-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, she looked even cuter and softer... unlike the Xiangzi she remembered.

Xiaoyuan seemed to have noticed this as well, and scratched her head sheepishly.

"Haha... Everyone has a different hairstyle that suits them, it's normal."

"Then, then I'll just leave it as it is..." Flame prepared to stand up.

"Wait a minute."

Xiao Yuan pressed her back into the chair, bent down, looked at Yan in the dressing mirror, pursed her lips and thought for a while, then snapped her fingers.

“Okay, let’s leave it at that,” she said. “Keep it simple.”

Xiaoyuan raised her hand and removed the hairbands from both sides of Yan's head, letting her long, black, shiny hair fall down without any obstruction.

Then, gently and carefully, she removed the glasses from the bridge of her nose.

"How does it feel? Does it look somewhat similar now, in terms of temperament?" Xiaoyuan said.

"...I can't see clearly."

Yan stared at the blurry figure in the mirror, feeling as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind: a raging fire burning in the night, and the long-haired figure holding a gun to my senior's head—

Flame's pupils contracted sharply, and his vision suddenly became clear.

The blurry figure in the mirror disappeared, replaced by a person with disheveled hair, wearing red-rimmed glasses, and looking somewhat aloof...?

Is that me in the mirror?

Yan blinked, took off her glasses, squinted, and forced herself to focus.

Homura Akemi in the mirror had her hair down, and her purple eyes looked surprisingly cool (because she was squinting).

She put her glasses back on.

She still had her hair down, but after putting on glasses, she no longer had that cold feeling.

"It seems pretty good," Yan murmured.

“Right, right?” Xiaoyuan stood behind her, her arm around Homura’s shoulder. “How about we use this hairstyle to save the world from now on?”

"Is it really possible?"

"Change takes time." Xiaoyuan pinched Yan's cheek. "We've been through so much together, Yan has actually changed a lot, I can see it most clearly."

"really?"

"Mmm." Xiaoyuan made a cheering gesture. "I believe you can do it, Xiaoyan."

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Shore of Oblivion: Chapter 544 Two Mutual Understandings

After eavesdropping for a while, Mu finally pulled the thread out of the keyhole and continued walking forward.

She's much better now than when she first lost control of her emotions, but she still can't seem to shake off her bad mood.

Although it's impossible for anyone to be in a good mood at a time like this, well... never mind.

Mu took out his phone and glanced at the time.

It's 4 a.m. now, and they've been back on June 1st for a while now.

Mu put her phone away and continued walking up the stairs.

The hotel has eight floors in total. The magical girls of Kamahama only modified the bottom three floors for their use. The original card room, karaoke room, and other public activity areas were all renovated accordingly, and now they have functions for handling affairs, as well as areas for making props or adjusting soul gems.

Overall, it's quite similar to the meeting place in Reed Plains, except that it simply occupies a piece of land here, which is much more convenient.

While renovating the lower three floors, the upper three floors were also maintained and provided accommodation. Many magical girls, perhaps homeless or wandering outside for other reasons, live here.

Yachiyo arranged rooms for them on the sixth floor. The fourth and fifth floors were occupied, but the sixth floor was empty.

Mu continued up the stairs. The seventh and eighth floors were basically completely abandoned areas, with the power switch off and everything pitch black.

However, on the seventh floor, there is a specially cleared space where the magical girls have taken the passage to the other side from the Ode to the Other Side.

Mu lingered at the entrance to the passageway for a while, seemingly waiting for something.

Then she glanced down at the time and realized that it was still a little short of her expected time, so she gave up waiting and continued walking uphill.

There's nothing worth lingering on the eighth floor.

Rooftop.

The door appeared to be locked and was covered in rust.

However, it's not a big problem; it's easy to open.

Ever since Miaomeng taught her how to pick locks with silk threads, Mu seemed to have flipped an unknown switch. Not only for picking locks, but also for peeping... and all sorts of other random uses; basically anything imaginable could be done.

squeak-

Mu pushed open the door and walked onto the hotel's rooftop.

The city's summer nights are hardly cool. The heat island effect makes the eighth floor feel stuffy and hot. Even a gust of wind feels stuffy, and this feeling is especially noticeable a few hours after it rains.

Mu began to regret her decision to come up here for some fresh air.

It was hardly comfortable.

Mu walked to the edge of the building, climbed over the handrail, and sat on the edge of the eaves outside, her two little legs hanging in mid-air, swaying back and forth.

The silk thread peeked out from the sleeve and clung to the handrail behind him to prevent himself from falling if he accidentally slipped.

She just wanted to be alone for a while.

after all......

What does death represent?

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and the thought of simply jumping off the cliff came to her mind.

Forget it.

Although you won't die from falling, it will cause some unnecessary commotion.

Mu opened his eyes, stared at his feet, watching them dangle in the air, and his mind drifted into a daze.

There's a reason why many people say she and Xiangzi are like sisters; Mu also likes to reminisce about the past when she's lost in thought.

From Xiangzi's perspective, when she was still studying at Tsukinomori, she was surrounded by her classmates and she occasionally saw Mutsu waiting for her on the side, looking very lonely.

But Mu didn't actually feel that way.

She was simply waiting for Xiangzi, just like any other day.

From that Halloween night that lit up her life, her world consisted only of Xiangzi, so naturally, she was easily satisfied just by looking at Xiangzi.

Her only wish was to stay by Xiangzi's side.

But this wish... I don't know if it can still be fulfilled now.

The reason she was so afraid was not because she knew she might die, but because... she was afraid that after she died, she wouldn't be able to stay with Xiangzi anymore.

Although Xiangzi now has many more people around her who can accompany her.

However, Mu also had his own selfish motives.

She hopes that the person she will spend the most time with is herself.

This must be a little selfishness that belongs only to her.

Mu clutched the hem of her skirt, her eyes losing focus.

I don't know how much time passed like that.

drip-

Her phone alarm went off; it was one she had set beforehand to remind herself... it was time to pick someone up.

Mu stood up, dusted off her skirt, and then leaped off the spot.

The silk thread that had been wrapped around the handrail was still firmly fixed on it. Mu controlled the length of the thread so that the jump ended at the seventh floor, and he swung down into the room on the seventh floor.

Mu walked out of this room and into the room containing the passage to the other side.

squeak--

The moment she stepped into the room, the needle automatically placed itself on the record, and songs played forward and backward simultaneously. The revolving door closed, then opened again.

Two green-haired figures wearing gas masks walked out of the revolving door, one walking forward and the other backward.

The green-haired figure on the other side removed his gas mask after leaving through the revolving door.

Mu looked at her, his pupils slightly contracting.

That person is yourself, whether on the other side or on this side, it is yourself.

She moved aside from the doorway, allowing Mu to walk backwards out, then turned her gaze to her own arm on this side...

There were bandages there, and blood was still seeping out.

The woman with the injured arm looked at Mutsu standing in the doorway, a relieved expression in her eyes. The moment she saw Mutsu, it was as if she knew what the future held.

“I’ll be back here on June 3rd, right?” Mu asked, his arm injured.

"Ah."

"Then, according to the plan, replace..."

"Ah."

"...I understand." Mutsu, whose arm was injured, nodded and brushed past Mutsu. "How did things go after that?"

"So far, everything is going smoothly." Mu turned his head and instructed, "There is a relatively intact room on the eighth floor. You can stay there for two days—be careful of the battles that will take place here later, and don't get injured."

"Ah."

"Take care of yourself."

“You are too, my future self.” The injured Mu nodded, turned and walked upstairs. “Then I’ll go upstairs and rest first.”

Mu watched as her other self disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

The night fell quiet again.

has it ended?

No, it's not over yet.

Muba shifted his gaze from the corner where he had disappeared after being injured, and looked back at the passage to the other side, which was closer to him.

She stared intently at the passage on the other side, as if she were waiting for something.

squeak--

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the sound of the revolving door started again.

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Forgotten Shore: Chapter 545 Three Mutual Heads

A creaking sound rang out, the needle that had just been lowered was put back into the record player, and the song that was playing in reverse started playing again. The revolving door closed and then opened again, the whole process was exactly the same as the first time, the revolving door opened out of thin air.

This indicates that in both instances, someone returned from the other side to this side.

Trun the light on~

【~no thgil eht nurT】