Sixty-two Golden Nohara

"Madoka! Go to school! That's where you can grow!" The day before signing up for this academy, my father suddenly said to him.

"Hey? But I can become as powerful as Dad as Dad!" For myself in the past, as the leader of a medium-sized mercenary group, my father was already the most powerful person. If possible, I would follow him and become a warrior as powerful as him in the process of constantly carrying out challenging tasks. There is no doubt about this. Although sometimes I will trip and fall down with my left foot, only in terms of motor nerves, I am still very talented.

"Hahaha!" The father, who was told this, made a bold laugh as always: "Although it is very happy to be admired by his daughter,..." But the words changed.

“Eh?”

"No matter how successful it is, no parent will hope that their children's future will become the same as themselves!" The father's voice suddenly became serious.

"And... I am the only one who worships me, which is not enough! Apart from me, don't you want to divert your attention to the broader direction? Madoka." What made him so serious were always facing a very powerful monster or a bandit gang, and then immediately afterwards, he would use a killing skill called "Enthian Breaking Yan Fist" so seriously to defeat his opponent.

Although I don’t know how powerful the enemy appeared and made my father so serious, I knew that under this situation, neither myself as a member of the group nor my daughter could disobey the commander’s orders…

Therefore, I appeared at the entrance of this university called Gaia College.

It's really a grand place, much more grand than the resident of my father's mercenary group! And it also looks like it's just a birthday. It seems that my father had plans for it?

Putting aside this inexplicable idea, I began to find a place to register. Moreover, unlike the mercenary group, no matter the warrior mage, they all acted together. It looked like they were divided into different academic departments. I looked at the intern warrior leather armor he was wearing - it was undoubtedly the warrior department?

But... without my father's company, it would be too difficult for me to find the registration office for the Warriors in such a strange place.

After wandering around, I found a place that looked like a few small round tables, which seemed to be where aristocratic students enjoy afternoon tea during lunch break, but it seemed that the time was wrong. There were almost no people here, and some were just a blond-haired girl - she seemed to be drinking tea while reading.

The gorgeous golden color, with curly hair, shines in the sun, as if I had seen it on the way to follow my father on a mission, with a warm feeling of golden wheat ears.

The black tea on the table was steaming slightly, and the blonde aristocratic girl squinted her eyes lightly, as if she was looking at something she was interested in. The words like black tea life were written on the page of the book she was watching.

Do you like black tea so much? Thinking of it this way, but you can’t understand such a hobby, because my father said that Taotie is the enemy of cultivation!

Because he was moving forward but his eyes moved to other places and did not look at the road well, he would have had his left foot tripping and his right foot again. He fell to the ground and even his knee was damaged. But this is nothing. If he wanted to become a soldier like his father, injury would be inevitable.

A powerful warrior is like the steel in the hands of a blacksmith. The more he beats, the more refined he is... This is what my father said.

Yes, so I can stand up on myself...

Just as I was about to stand up like I fell down, a slender hand suddenly reached in front of me, as white as the snow in the Winter Kingdom I had seen with my father, but it was like ice cream, because this hand had a sweet fragrance - it seemed that it was because of personal taste, and she liked to add sugar to black tea, but accidentally got directly stained on her hands.

"Is it okay?" It was the blond sister who had been drinking tea and reading books before. At this time, she was standing in front of her. The dazzling sunlight was blocked by her, but the blond hair that shone with the same color as the sun seemed to be even more dazzling in her eyes... and the gentle golden pupils.

Although I could stand up on my own, for some reason, I felt that I should take the other party's hand.

But after he stood up, the other party squatted down.

"Okay, that's it!" The small piece of her knee was wiped away in a blink of an eye. She said, standing up and looking at herself was just like the soft gaze at the beginning.

"Be careful in the future!" He said that, blinked and turned to her before.

The sunlight blocked by her shone on her again. Although it was just some ordinary actions, it seemed to be carrying light, and at the same time it was also emitting a angel that shines brightly...

So handsome, as handsome as my father, suddenly the thoughts that came from the bottom of my heart made me stop her who was about to walk away.

"You... are you?" What exactly is he as handsome as his father, who is the leader of the mercenary corps?

"Magic girl!" The blonde sister stopped and suddenly thought that she was asked about something to be proud of. She turned around and said happily.

"Magic...girl, what is that?" A strange noun made him tilt his head. Shouldn't the magician honestly call himself a magician?

"Well... it should be something that adheres to the concept of love and justice?" After thinking about it, he said it.

"Hey, love and justice..." Although I still don't understand it very much, it seems to be a very powerful thing, and it seems to be more handsome than the position of the leader of the inherited mercenary group?!

So...

"What are you doing here?" The aunt in the admissions office ahead looked at her inexplicably, looked at the leather armor of the trainee warrior he was wearing, and pointed to the sign with the "Magic Registration Office" on the table with the pen in his hand, indicating that he had gone to the wrong position.

But...that's right.

"I want to be... a magic girl!" He said it firmly. Although he still doesn't understand what a magic girl is,... if he becomes the same as that sister, it seems to be more handsome than doing tasks with his father!

"Ha?" The unrighteous words of the ox head made the admissions office stunned. It seemed that even she didn't understand what the magic girl actually existed.

But...it doesn't matter, this is exactly what I want to look for.

It is precisely this way that I stood here... Upholding the words of love and justice, although I still don’t understand the latter, the former seems to have some understanding. Madoka looked ahead and thought.

In front of me is a girl who is holding guns in both hands and surrounded by countless "murder weapons". She is as elegant as before, even in battle moments, as if she is dancing.

But now you and I are standing on the same line of equality. Madoka said to the person who was looking forward to it: "So... take it, senior sister!"

"Ah..." Banami was about to agree, but found that the second half of the voice was actually passed behind her!

Suddenly, the petite fist attacking from behind directly hit his magic barrier, and then shattered it after another loud bang, and the remaining momentum was still blown away.

The attack was Madoka. As she said before, now she has been strengthened by magic, she can do any action that can only be done by warriors... which includes instantly rushing into the opponent's neighbor!

Now he restrains Banami in defense and attacks Madoka, who also has the ability to act beyond the opponent's control range, can be said to be a nemesis of Banami.

"After all, it is a spell developed purely for attack. Once it is restrained in terms of attack, there will be various shortcomings, senior sister." Madoka said softly. Even if she said that, she did not think that the sneak attack just now could cause the opponent to suffer. Putting aside the undead ability of the undead, the interval before breaking through the opponent's magic barrier was enough to allow the guy with agile combat intuition to remove most of the strength.

"Well, yes, I didn't have much idea of ​​specializing in fighting before my lifetime." Banami, who almost knocked the wall to a close, slowly stood up, and seemed to be almost unaffected.

It is hard to imagine that a student who has no intention of fighting can do this based on his talent and intuition, just like he is trying to defeat all talents!

"Sure enough, you can't be defeated by this alone." Madoka said.

"Indeed, it's still a little bit short." Banami said distressedly. This kind of combat intuition that was almost conditioned reflex has penetrated into the cell and has been reborn with her awakening. Even though it is not the one who controls her body now, this ability is still retained.

It's really troublesome... Banami sighed for her opponent.

"But, I defeated the sadness, and there is no reason to lose here again, or I can't accept it even if I draw." Madoka suddenly said: "And, it's really too much to use magic to strengthen it for a long time..."

"..." Banami was silent, waiting for the other party to finish the following.

"This is what my father passed on, and the will of the magic girl handed over to me by my senior sister...." Madoka put his hands together and put them under his belly, as if gathering all his strength: "I will use it as the end of this battle."

"The magic girl... is not something that brings fear! You see it?! Even if you can only gather a little bit at a time, as long as you keep going, the small light will eventually become a force that can destroy everything!" Madoka stretched out his right hand, as if some light in his palm began to gather.

It was noon. In this field that became ragged due to various magic or large-scale tricks, the hot sunlight shot into the place without hesitation through holes in the ceiling or walls. As dazzling as ever, it seemed like the light that I had longed for at that time. Even I couldn't look directly at it now. It was because of this that I could not lose. Madoka thought so, holding his right hand tightly, regardless of the last blow of victory or defeat.

"The East is burning bright red! Go, in the name of the magic girl Madoka, my hand burned like a bright red fire, and it shouted me to win quickly! This blow is not my own! And the senior sister!" The fist gathered with light seemed to be burned red by something, and the fist power was surrounded by heart-pounding thunder and lightning.

Senior sister! This is what I will tell you! Madoka roared in her heart.

I don’t know if it was Banami’s illusion, but it seemed like a phantom of himself appeared behind Madoka, like another self, manipulating Madoka and making a full blow to himself.

Is this what you want to tell me - even though I am dead, I still firmly believe that I will be with you forever. It seems that when I first entered school, I would fall down and ask me to support me to stand up now... Banami thought with some relief. At this moment, she seemed to have been tense since she woke up, just like... her light soul was about to lose her body.

"It seems that my persistence has always been unnecessary." Banami said with a smile, and the sudden appearance of her body, and even the attack she should have continued to make did not continue to execute. It was so great, like a miracle...

Since no one interrupted his energy accumulation, Madoka's attack has reached its final stage.

Between his open hands, a heart-pounding energy gathered, and even a huge halo appeared behind him. For a moment... Madoka, surrounded by various lights, seemed to be a god.

"Senior sister is not someone who is willing to do something to hurt others. Now you... must be sad too! Even your sadness is up to me! It's now, the iron fist of love... break it for me!" Madoka roared, hitting the amazing energy in his hand at Banami...

It was clearly the object of longing for, but it launched such a terrible attack on it, but the object of attacking it was not the person, but the sadness in the other party's heart.

god!finger! Shipotian Shocking Fist! The red and blue energy column mixed with clamps rushed towards Banami with Madoka's roar.

This time, even the magic barrier that should have appeared was not generated. Banami, as if she had given up all resistance, letting such an attack penetrate her body like a needle piercing a piece of paper.

"End..." Madoka murmured, but before he finished speaking, he found that the other party still had no move of falling down. Even though he seemed to be seriously injured and could only move with difficulty, he still walked towards him exactly!

"Is it really an immortal body?" Madoka thought, now that he was unable to drive his body to do anything due to excessive magic power strengthening.

The senior sister who walked in front of her with difficulty had already reached out to her. Although the other person's eyes were as gentle as ever, Madoka knew that it was not the person who was controlling the other person at all. Perhaps the next moment, she would be cut off by her extended hand.

"I'm so sorry, senior sister, I disappointed you." Madoka closed his eyes, and indeed he still couldn't accept the moment he was killed by senior sister himself! Even though he knew it was not the other party's original intention.

However, the imagined attack did not come. A soft body gently brought itself into his arms... Without the warmth that the living should have, it was cold and soft like the white snow in the winter country that I had seen with my father before... but it was sweet, like ice cream, not smelled by the nose, but reached the taste in my heart.

"Although... I can't see the day you graduated... I will still be together all the time." The murmur that gently leaned into my ears was such an inconsistent statement.

"Study...sister." Madoc said blankly... and the "ice cream" that brought himself into his soft arms was also melting, emitting a hint of coolness.

In the pavilion in the middle of the college, in this dark area, a dark red circle was flashing with light, and the frequency of flashing was as fast as it was always shining. In this circle, a pair of ruby-like eyes were blinking leisurely at a much slower frequency than that.

"The apostle who would never be killed died automatically... and it was the most special Banami."

"Any summoning technique must have a certain foundation... and this spell that summons the dead directly from the underworld requires not only a part of the soul, but also the summoned party must maintain Su Sheng's obsession to respond." Baissus turned over and lay down.

"I didn't expect that this guy Su Sheng's obsession was just to help this round-faced schoolgirl up when she fell down... When I found out that the other party could already stand up, this obsession was no longer necessary. Did my very useful tool start to collapse from the center and disappear?" Although he was saying that he had lost the tool, Baissus couldn't hear any frustration.

"But I really didn't expect that there would be such a guy, human... interesting! Continue to show your interesting side and show me..."

In a place full of gravel, Madoka lay weakly on the ground, and the sunlight shone through the broken ceiling, forming a large circular light and shadow on her body.

Although it may be dangerous to stay here now, unfortunately, I no longer have the power to act anymore. Moreover, even if I still have the strength to leave here, Madoka does not have much intention to leave now.

"Senior sister, if it were you, you should be in heaven now, right?" Ignoring the dazzling sunshine in the sky, Madoka looked straight at the sky.

"It's still very dazzling. Your eyes cannot penetrate the clouds. If you can't see the heavenly kingdom, do you know if the sound can reach that place?"

...

Hear your voice

The gentle voice as always

No matter how far apart

Even if you can't see each other again
To be continued...