Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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Xiangzi lay down on the bed, covering his forehead with the back of his hand.

The time is almost up, the very last moment.

She hoped the future would be good, that nothing would go wrong, and that things would be as Maruyama Aya said—that they would still be alive after June 1st, proving that Mami Tomoe had not succeeded.

If Mami Tomoe succeeds... we've considered the consequences far too many times, it's pointless.

But thoughts like "if..." and "suppose..." kept popping up like bubbles in a carbonated drink, making it hard for Xiangzi to get any rest.

Mu looked very nervous. She pursed her lips tightly, leaned against the pillow, and stared at the ceiling as if she were in a trance.

He appeared calm, much calmer than most people, including Xiangzi himself. But Xiangzi knew that Mu's expression was actually a sign of nervousness.

"Mu." Xiangzi sat down by Mu's window and took her hand. "It's okay, don't be nervous."

"I'm not nervous," Mu said.

"...Actually, I was very nervous too," Xiangzi said honestly.

She had the same feeling as the soldiers in the Normandy landings on the eve of the landings—knowing they were about to go to the battlefield and die, but also harboring a strange hope.

“I know,” Mu said.

"..." Xiangzi's pupils contracted, and he suddenly lowered his head with a hint of disappointment. "I thought you wouldn't talk like you used to."

I don't know when it started... Mu has become much more fluent in expressing herself, unlike before when she would always say two or three sentences that would leave people speechless.

It probably started around the time Mujica was founded, and more and more people gathered around, especially since that guy Meowme started pestering Muji all the time.

Chu Hua goes without saying, and Hai Ling is also very good to Mu.

Gradually, Mu's speech became much gentler, and Xiangzi almost forgot how Mu used to be so sarcastic.

How did it suddenly... turn back?

Xiangzi didn't actually like Mu Bian going back to his old self.

Mu's eyes refocused, shifting their attention to Xiangzi's disappointed expression, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"Auspicious..."

Mu turned around and grasped Xiangzi's hand, letting out a barely perceptible gasp. Before Xiangzi could react, she returned to her original state.

“It’s alright, Xiang,” Mu said with a slight tremor in her voice. “I will always be with you.”

"Hmm." Xiangzi nodded. She didn't think there was anything wrong with Mu's trembling voice, because Xiangzi herself wasn't very stable either.

In situations like these, it's only natural to speak up; there's nothing wrong with saying it.

But... I couldn't control myself anymore.

mood.

It's about to explode.

Mu's pupils contracted sharply, and his hand gripping Xiangzi trembled violently.

"What's wrong?!" Xiangzi suddenly raised his head.

"It's nothing." Mu released his hand as if he had been electrocuted. "My stomach is upset, I'm going to the restroom."

She quickly jumped off the bed, put on paper slippers, and went into the bathroom, keeping the back of her head turned away from Xiangzi the whole time so that he wouldn't see her expression.

Before rushing into the bathroom, she also took a seed of lamentation with her.

With a bang, Mu slammed the door shut and sat down against it. Behind him, there was a loud knocking; Xiangzi seemed to have come outside and was pounding on the door.

"Mu, what's wrong?! Are you feeling unwell?!"

"It's nothing." Mu pressed hard against the door, preventing Xiangzi from coming in.

"Then how did you suddenly become like that?"

"It's nothing really."

"I do not believe."

"Xiang, please—" "I'm serious, don't keep your feelings bottled up—"

"—Let me be alone!!!"

"..."

It became quiet outside the door.

Mu hugged her knees and sobbed softly.

"Let me be alone for a while..." she pleaded.

"...What exactly happened?" Xiangzi leaned against the door, head down, at a loss for what to do.

She had never seen Mu so frightened.

"Please, Xiang... I'm just scared... Please don't ask anymore."

"..." Xiangzi sighed, "Then I'll wait for you outside. Come out whenever you're in a better mood."

After that, it became quiet outside.

Mu sat on the cold ground for a long time before standing up, walking to the sink, and taking out his Soul Gem. The Soul Gem had become murky and cloudy due to the torment of negative emotions.

Mu raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror, her face distorted with fear.

"..."

She opened her mouth, then closed it weakly.

Even though I've made all the mental preparations.

But the time is getting closer and closer.

She still couldn't control herself at all.

The gemstone, which had just been purified, became cloudy again. Mu used up the remaining Seed of Sorrow and threw it into the trash can.

She closed her eyes and took three or four deep breaths.

"I understand," she seemed to be saying to herself in the mirror. "I understand... I won't vent my useless emotions anymore..."

I already know everything I need to know; now I'm just carrying out what has already happened, one thing at a time.

What happened has already happened.

She raised her hand to cover the scar on her arm, where it still seemed to ache faintly.

Mu opened her eyes and took one last look at herself in the mirror, gazing at those eyes that were golden with a hint of green.

“I’m leaving, Mu,” Mu said. “Xiang is still waiting for you.”

She put away the Soul Gem, turned around, and opened the bathroom door.

Xiangzi stood outside, waiting for her.

Xiangzi bit his lip tightly, his fingers fidgeting with a tuft of hair. His blue hair was disheveled and draped over his shoulders, and he had thick dark circles under his eyes that could easily be used as smoky eye makeup.

While waiting for Mu, Xiangzi himself was clearly not having a good time either.

The moment Mu saw Xiangzi's haggard appearance, all the mental preparation she had just made crumbled.

She suddenly rushed forward, hugged Xiangzi's waist, and buried herself in Xiangzi's arms.

"I'm sorry, Xiang..."

"Alright, alright, it's alright now." Xiangzi patted her back. "You'll be fine."

"I'm sorry..." Mu mechanically repeated the same sentence.

“…Hmm.” Xiangzi hugged her helplessly, leaning against the wall. “It’s alright, it’s alright, our future will definitely be good.”

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Shore of Oblivion: Chapter 543 Change Comes Little by Little

There's still some time before we depart.

Xiangzi spent a lot of time calming Mu down, and he was exhausted himself. He glanced at the time and simply set an alarm.

It's only two or three in the morning, and there's still almost a whole day before the abandoned factory explodes. Get some more sleep; you'll be in better shape to perform at your best.

Taking a nap can also help relieve anxiety.

However, Xiangzi was still very worried about Mu, so he simply lay down on the same bed with her, the two of them close together.

The faint cucumber scent emanating from Mu gave Xiangzi a strong sense of security, and soon her consciousness drifted into a light sleep, her breathing becoming steady.

Mu lay on the other side, watching Xiangzi fall asleep, and then wanted to sit up.

To her surprise, just as she stood up, she felt someone grab the hem of her clothes.

Xiangzi groggily opened his eyes, unable to focus, and mumbled:

"...What are you going to do?"

"Let's go for a walk," Mu said softly, her eyes half-closed. "Just a walk."

"You need to rest too..." Xiangzi's voice was weak, and it was clear that she had forced herself to get up. "...We're leaving soon."

"I know." Mu removed Xiangzi's hand from hers and helped her cover herself with the blanket. "I'll be back soon."

"Hmm..." Xiangzi nodded and obediently shrank into the quilt. "...Then, don't stay away for too long."

Mu stood at the corner of the bed and watched Xiangzi for a while, until she fell asleep again, before turning around and leaving the room.

Click.

The corridor was quiet; walking on the carpeted floor made no sound. As Mu passed the first room, she could faintly hear snoring and indistinct sleep talking coming from inside.

"—Dad, I'm really not a witch..."

"Kamijou-kun, your hand was healed by my wish, it wasn't a miracle..."

Mu raised her hand, and a silk thread flew from her fingertips, passed through the door lock, and entered the room.

Inside the room, one in red and one in blue lay on the same bed. One was lying diagonally in the upper corner with her legs dangling to one side, while the other was using her stomach as a pillow, leaning to the other side with one leg draped over her. The two were entangled together in a twisted and unrefined manner.

Mu retrieved the silk thread and continued walking forward.

As she walked past the next room, she heard voices coming from inside.

Are you still awake?

Mu stopped and stood outside the door.

"Little Flame, aren't you going to rest for a while?"

Inside the room, Xiaoyuan walked to the window and stood beside Yan, keeping her company as she looked at the early morning scenery outside.

There was nothing to see outside the abandoned hotel. The area was mostly old and dilapidated houses, and the lights were turned off at night. There were no late-night food stalls, and it was pitch black outside the window. You could only vaguely see the city lights on the horizon near the end of your vision.

Yan gripped her two braids, fiddling with them anxiously in her hands.

"I..." She lowered her head, her eyes obscured by the reflection of her glasses.

She is afraid.

I'm afraid of what will happen next.

“Xiao Yan.” Xiao Yuan leaned on her shoulder.

"Hmm?" Yan turned her head to the side.

"Xiao Yan," Xiao Yuan called out again.

"What's wrong?" Yan asked, somewhat at a loss.

"Hehe, it's nothing." Xiaoyuan smiled slightly. "I was just calling your name."

"That scared me to death, I thought..."

“I’ve always thought the name Yan is very nice. Little Yan, Little Yan, it sounds so inspiring,” Xiaoyuan said. “When I call your name, it feels so warm.”

"I'm so... unworthy of the name." Flame gripped the windowsill tighter. "Senior is the one who truly deserves this name..."

“But haven’t you always looked up to her as a role model?” Xiaoyuan looked up.

"I can't do it..."

"That won't do. It's rare to have such a good name and such a good role model. I believe you can do it, Xiaoyan." Xiaoyuan reached out and poked Yan's cheek. "Xiaoyan has to believe in herself too."