Is my sister a magical girl or a lily!

"Oops! Kirizaki Amen! Concentrate! That's the witch's ability, you can't be interfered by her!"

"Yumei! I'm sorry! I didn't steal your dream on purpose! I just... I just don't want your impression in my mind to stay forever in that picture of embossed flesh and blood!"

The deepest nightmare was pulled out from the bottom of her heart by the witch.

She covered her eyes and shouted hoarsely, begging for forgiveness.

The spotlight was scattered, and the refocused light fell on the witch.

The angular origami face and the embossed flesh on the concrete slowly overlap.

Yameng crawled on the stage in horror, causing another booing from the audience.

"Amu Kirisaki! Wake up! That's not Yumi Kurihara! Remember your wish! Any wish is fine, as long as you make a wish to me, you can immediately become a magical girl!"

"No, no, no, no, no! I can't become a magical girl! Once I become a magical girl, I'm blaspheming my beautiful dream!"

[Yes!Dreams taken to the grave need not be inherited!And you, just need to go to the end of your destiny! 】

With a swipe, the witch opened a thick magic book in her hand.

The pages of the book moved automatically without wind, and a soft singing of a girl drowned out the boos of the cardboard figures.

Phenomena beyond nature gathered on the stage, and the strong wind rolled up and turned into a huge guillotine, hanging on Yameng's head.

This is the execution platform, a spiritual punishment for those who cannot see themselves clearly.

The so-called spirituality is just a statement, and a witch who does not need logic will actually cut the flesh with the wind blade.

"Amen Kirisaki, I didn't expect you to go so far."

"No, QB, it's you who can only go this far."

At the moment of crisis, the sudden gunshot pierced through the witch's singing.

The magic tome was hit by a bullet, and the hole drilled out was faintly eroded by the magic power of deep purple.

The guillotine gathered by the strong wind dissipated, and a young man rushed onto the stage, pulling the slumped girl aside.

Click, a new actor appeared on the stage, his high heels fell, and his long straight black hair fluttered.

Beretta's gun was emitting blue smoke, and Xiao Meiyan scanned the audience indifferently.

"You're really going to get me into trouble, Tatsuya."

"Hey, sister Yan, don't steal my lines! I just refuted QB's words handsomely!"

"Rescue people, please hurry up, Yuan is still waiting for us to go back and have a homecoming party."

The protagonists on the stage changed positions again.

He didn't need a spotlight, Homura, dressed in a suit and walking with a gun, focused all eyes on him.

After firing a shot, he pointed the Beretta pistol at the ceiling, dropped it slowly, and aimed at the witch.

Unprecedented oppression, mixed with icy aura, swept the entire stage.

The witch no longer dared to use the tactics of setting traps and interfering with others.

She started folding again, showing her strongest fighting stance.

"Then it depends on Sister Yan, how quickly she can kill the witch."

"Heh, even if you don't need to go all out, 2 minutes is enough."

Chapter 42 Dreams need to be created by humans

When Yameng came back to his senses again, the entire stage was filled with continuous gunshots.

In the middle of the stage.

All the familiars were involved in this battle, and even the witch turned into something she had never seen before.

Origami has long lost its human form, and that thing is now a monster full of blades, like a fusion of weapons.

The monster-like witch, riding the wave of cardboard figures, constantly rushed the swords, guns, swords and halberds all over her body to the most violent part of the wave.

Yameng couldn't help being frightened by that ferocious appearance and the sharp blade that reflected the cold light.

After being frightened again, I began to feel lucky that I didn't encounter such a monster in the first place.

Then, how can the figure swept by such a wave of monsters and familiars fight against it?

"Yo, you're awake, monitor. Don't worry, Sister Yan will take care of them soon."

A faint male voice pulled her gaze back.

Only then did she realize that she was leaning on Tatsuya's shoulder.

Tatsuya supported her body, but didn't look at her, but looked at the stage that had been reduced to a battlefield with a complicated expression.

——His face is very flat, but why do you feel that he is not reconciled?

A trace of doubt quickly flashed across her mind, and she turned her gaze back to the stage.

The waves of familiars are still raging there, and the blades of monsters are still raging there.

But in the short time they talked, the raging tide seemed to calm down a bit.

She took a closer look and found that it wasn't the waves that had calmed down, but that there were fewer cardboard figures that made up the waves.

A figure with flying black hair stood in the middle of the waves like a rock.

Yameng could hardly see her movements clearly.

Her tossing and turning figure seemed to be dancing.

However, the overflowing cold air and the simplicity of her movements made it clear that she was fighting.

Two Beretta pistols revolve around her body, and her hands are always dancing, sending the muzzle to the key position.

Squeeze the trigger again, spray gun flames - this is gun fighting.

A pistol emitting gun flames, instead of fists and feet, under the enemy's blade at a very close distance.

A deadly projectile was fired.

The dance was too fast to be seen clearly, and the bullets scattered during the dance were too many to be seen clearly.

The wave of the familiar just like this mindlessly crashed into the barrage she wove.

No matter how turbulent their waves are, when they hit the reef formed by the barrage, they will only be smashed into pieces of paper.

Even for a witch who turned into a weapon monster, the blades she slashed from all angles would be avoided by her dancing gestures, and then aimed at the vital points everywhere, pierced by dark purple magic bullets.

The scene of this battle is so cold that it is dazzling.

Yameng realized that she should know the identity of the other party.

——That was a magical girl, a real magical girl!

——But, she doesn't look like a girl anymore, does she?

"The woman fighting is called Akami Homura. She is my older sister and a senior magical girl."

Da also answered Yameng's doubts and introduced her to the woman who left a deep mark in her memory.

She somewhat understood why Youmei regarded magical girls as her dream.

There are many things that can be mistaken for dreams if you just want to be healthy.

However, as long as you see such a back view, you will naturally have longing.

The battle continues.

Yan's gun fighting technique was performed with ease.

"Tatsuya, you're still here... And, you called for help."

"Ah, of course I'm coming—even if you acted without authorization and completely messed up my plan."

"Actually, without me, you can easily solve this matter, right? Then, I think I can get rid of the witch and take revenge on her. Is it just wishful thinking?"

The shock of Homura's battle scene subsided, and Yamen's brain, which understood the situation, began to show more thoughts.

Along with the longing-like emotion comes the feeling of powerlessness

self-generated remorse.

And when his position and beauty coincide, he feels greater sadness at the loss of the girl.

"No, before sister Yan decides to make a move, it's not wishful thinking."

"Isn't that magical girl's older sister brought by you?"

The sad thing is why Youmei failed to meet this magical girl.

She tried not to let the thoughts slip into the darkest abyss.

Don't let yourself wonder why Tatsuya didn't call this woman when Yuyou died.

"Strictly speaking, it was my own sister who entrusted her, and I—just as you think, and just as you do, have always wanted to rely on my own strength to solve this matter as an ordinary person. But I failed, and I failed in beautiful things. Even now, I still want to do that, but my own sister probably sensed my insistence on going my own way."

"So, that magical girl will appear here now?"

"Yes, they were going on a trip, and they shouldn't be back until evening. Sister Yan rushed back to Mitakihara after receiving her sister's request. I also met her on the way to the commercial street."

"...So, it turns out that we are all children who are overconfident, forcing ourselves to do things we can't do."

"I don't think so. Even a child can't grow if he doesn't learn to do it."

The squad leader was able to sit up by herself, so Tatsuya stopped supporting her.

He stood up from the ground, glanced at Homura who was fighting the witch, and walked behind the stage.

"Where are you going?"

"...to prove that our efforts are worthwhile."

The squad leader couldn't understand Tatsuya's expression when he said that.

It seems to be willful, and it seems to firmly believe that doing so is the right choice.

Before her doubts showed on her face, Tatsuya dropped another sentence before leaving.

"You can enjoy Sister Yan's unique move here, 2 minutes is almost up, the battle is coming to an end."

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Tatsuya's figure disappeared into the backstage of the stage, and at the corner of the stage, the squad leader slowly sat up straight.

The battle is still raging at center stage, the gunshots and shouts of the cardboard figures are still deafening.

The squad leader felt that there was no suspense in the battle.

Maybe it's really like what Tatsuya said, just wait for that magical girl and use her unique skills to decide the outcome.

——In the end, on this stage, I am completely unimportant.

Laughing at herself, she shrank to the corner of the stage.

Then, an unknown object was found thrown under the curtain.

It seems to be a sphere, but if you look closely, it has a round belly with a head that looks like a cat or a rabbit.

It turned out to be QB, it was tied tightly with a rope.

It was tied so tightly that its whole body was wrapped up in the rope, only the tail and head were left outside.

A torn rag was stuffed in his mouth.

——This is probably Tatsuya's masterpiece.

The squad leader, who no longer wanted to do anything, moved his body over and removed the rag from QB's mouth.

"Hahoo! Saved! Thank you very much, Tongzaki Ameng, if it was a little later, I might be suffocated to death."

"You can't die anyway, it's okay to hold back for a while."

"No, no, even if you can't die, the feeling of suffocation is still very painful."

Loosening the QB is a subconscious move of the squad leader.

She might feel that staying alone in the corner is too lonely, so she let go of this dangerous guy.