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Chapter 559 The Domineering Man's Wave

"Sayaka..."

At that moment, Mami felt a chilling shiver run down her spine... The blue-haired girl, bathed in golden sunlight streaming through the window, seemed to be shedding tears for some reason.

Why does that scene seem so surreal?

Is it because of her beautiful face, yet deep blue, moist eyes harboring a profound sorrow? Or is it because the blood-stained chunks of Kyubey flesh on her hands contrasted sharply with the calm expression of the girl, creating a powerful impact?
But—her figure was very beautiful at that moment.

Mami Tomoe was speechless.

She was clearly the magical girl in the dream, while Sayaka, the girl standing in front of her, was just two seconds ago a junior who was wholeheartedly thinking of her childhood friend and was prepared to "die for love," but now she has completely changed.

Even with short blue hair and the same color eyes, this person is not Sayaka... at least not entirely.

If before she was hesitating about whether to pay the price for someone else's happiness, now she exudes a strange feeling of "having sacrificed herself for love."

"I... my cuteness is so adorable, why..."

Another Cupid appeared on the tea table, looking puzzled and confused.

His own "corpse," cut into six pieces, had such smooth, neat, and beautiful cross-sections that it seemed as if he could move again simply by piecing the wounds back together. But, in fact, the Kyubey was indeed dead.

He was killed by this kind-hearted girl who seemed incapable of even killing insects, with her bare hands.

Even Kyubey, who has been operating human civilization behind the scenes for so long and thinks he understands the hearts of young girls, could not possibly understand or perceive how terrible things happened to the ordinary individual "Sayaka Miki".

"It's Xin..."

The overlord said in a calm tone, without any surprise.

"pungent?"

Before Madoka Kaname could understand Rao's language, the unfamiliar Sayaka raised her head and looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, revealing a melancholy expression.

Are all human lives equivalent?

She asked softly, but did not expect anyone's answer, nor did she know who she was talking to, and continued to mutter to herself.

"If human life is not equivalent... that is, if the value of a magical girl's life is higher than that of an ordinary person, then it becomes unclear what magical girls fight for, and it becomes about sacrificing things of high value to protect things of low value. This is unreasonable. In that case, the very meaning of a magical girl's battle would be shaken."

She spoke slowly, unlike her usual style, but she exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"Therefore, please do not measure a person's life by its value. No one is born without value; having no dreams or talents means nothing. Even if you don't understand the true meaning now, you should keep this in mind."

"In short, I won't allow you to belittle yourself like that, Sayaka."

Hearing Sayaka call her name, as if another personality was speaking, gave Mami Tomoe the eerie feeling that her house was enveloped by a witch's barrier.

"Wow, that's quite surprising..."

The newly appeared Kyubey didn't even care about its own corpse. Its two round, vermilion eyes stared blankly at Sayaka Miki. If it had feelings, it would probably be dumbfounded at this moment.

In those few short seconds, Sayaka, who was originally just an extra or a bonus compared to Madoka, suddenly experienced a surge in karma surrounding her, and her potential as a magical girl skyrocketed to an unbelievable level.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; she went from an "ordinary" little snack to a key focus that caught the incubator's attention.

"Don't make that face, Mami-senpai is such an elegant senior..."

Extending her index finger, which was spotless and untouched by blood, Sayaka gently lifted the chin of her nominal senior, looking directly at the blonde girl in front of her at a distance that was "almost embarrassingly close."

"You...you're like this..."

Mami Tomoe didn't know how to respond and could only stare dumbfounded at her inexplicably handsome junior.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"...Ugh, ahhhhhh!"

Sayaka suddenly screamed and regained consciousness.

"What exactly is going on?"

Kaname Madoka couldn't help but ask. Her friend's situation seemed somewhat similar to hers, yet also somewhat different. At this moment, the Overlord's Soul in her mind should know everything.

"...It's possession."

Although the true successor of Hokuto Shinken has not yet been determined in this generation, due to someone's meddling, the tradition of Hokuto Shinken being passed down to a single heir is almost becoming a mere formality...

However, Xin, the practitioner of the Southern Dipper Sacred Fist, had not received the "Ceremony of Heavenly Gift," and therefore could not possibly know the forbidden secrets of the Hokuto Origin Tendou. Therefore, he did not use "Sacred Soul Flow," but rather—

"Ninja Spirit Possession!"
Indeed, it is the cry of a mortal soul that attracts a powerful ninja soul to possess it, transforming it into a ninja ritual!

During the process of quelling the unrest in Shin-Saitama, Shin witnessed firsthand how many ninja spirits descended upon mortals. In the process, he was confident that he could use the same method to possess a young girl's soul.

However, he did not come because of the girl's dying call, but rather chose Miki Sayaka, the girl with a budding love in her heart.

Sheen remembered Sayaka's cool appearance when she arrived in time to save her friend, her bravery in the battle with Sakura Kyoko, and her body riddled with bullet holes and wounds.

Sheen thought to herself that she couldn't let her suffer like that again, but at the same time she thought Sayaka was very beautiful at that time, and she thought her noble attitude of protecting humanity even in the face of pain was very beautiful.

I find it beautiful that she maintains her individuality even when she's covered in wounds; I find it beautiful that she struggles in pain while bleeding red blood; I find it beautiful that she is overwhelmed by her despair and transforms into a mermaid witch.

Although Sheen thought Sayaka was beautiful back then, he didn't want to see her like that again.

Sheen was determined to protect her.

"...Everyone else can dismiss her, think she's an idiot, but I have no reason to dismiss her..."

People who don't want to bring happiness to others become selfish, and people who don't want to make themselves happy become self-destructive.

"Sayaka is just an ordinary girl. Compared to righteousness and justice, her own happiness is more important. She is insensitive to the pain of unseen and unknown people, but she is very sensitive to the pain of herself and her loved ones. Compared to the great happiness of the future, the ordinary happiness of the present is more important... She is just that ordinary. I think that is very good. That is what makes her human. I hope she will not change."

Because everyone is vying for the cake of happiness, it's impossible for everyone to be happy. But Xin, who is willing to die for her love, wants to respond to this clumsy girl and save her from her misfortune.

Namo San, Kyubey, standing to the side, was moved to tears of blood (seriously).
Madoka Kaname and Raoh exclaimed simultaneously, "What a good wife!"

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—See Takihara City, weekday, 8:00 AM.

That was a time when most people were out and about on the streets. The young girl walking down the street attracted the attention of the adults around her.

The girl's name is Madoka Kaname.

With her round, adorable face, a pink ponytail tied with a two-tone hairband, and a silhouette formed by her swaying pink hair, she exudes an endearing charm. She is wearing the vibrant and youthful Mitakihara school uniform.

However, she shouldn't be here; she should be at school. Yet, contrary to the confused and worried looks around her, Madoka Kaname walked on with an air of authority, her eyes, which resembled pink gemstones, brimming with power.

Madoka Kaname, who was walking on the sidewalk, stopped in front of the garbage collector.

"Excuse me, sir, could you please move aside?"

"Ah? Ah, okay."

"Thank you."

Kaname Madoka revealed a radiant smile. The adults, seeing the girl's adorable smile, felt a little better about their gloomy workday mood and made way for her.

Madoka Kaname walked straight ahead.

In fact, before she even spoke, the adults had already noticed this unusual girl and were prepared to either let her pass or for her to go around her.

But what he received was a command from a fourteen-year-old girl—"Please move aside." Although it sounded like a polite request, it also felt like an order, and perhaps there wasn't much difference between the two.

However, before he could even think about it, as an adult with superior physical strength and age, his body spontaneously made way for the pink-haired girl.

Her manner of speaking and attitude are not like those of a junior high school girl, and her behavior is inconsistent with her appearance.

But she didn't upset those she was ordered to do, nor did she become a bad kid that arrogant and domineering adults disliked.

To order someone to move aside, or to politely ask someone to move aside, without being obsequious, without offending the other person, but without behaving badly either.

Madoka Kaname is self-aware. She did not force the other party to give in by displaying her power. She was neither arrogant nor humble. She acted naturally, calmly, and detachedly in her own way, moving forward as "Madoka Kaname".

There was no particular significance to walking straight ahead; it was simply what she wanted to do.

Madoka Kaname neither looked down on others nor on adults.

Madoka Kaname simply believed that her desire to move forward in a straight line was correct and righteous, so she simply continued to walk forward in a straight line.

Although there was a destination, it really made no sense.

If we were to find the closest example of this kind of mentality, it would probably be the middle school students who walk home along the white lines on the side of the road after school, but no middle school student possesses such domineering spirit.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?"

"Ah? Ah, okay."

"Thank you."

The boy blushed at Kaname Madoka's smile and made way for her.

The next person, and the person after that, also made way.

Not only young men, but also women, children, and the elderly made way for them, exclaiming in amazement, "Wow, is this the legendary domineering manly Bo?"

Even though Madoka Kaname didn't do anything, ask for anything, or speak up, many people seemed to sense something and made way for her. Eventually, an empty road appeared in front of her.

On the bustling street, Madoka Kaname never turned, always walking straight ahead without ever stopping, her steps unwavering.

No one can change her "way".

What is a surprising and strange truth to some, a truth that she could not have imagined in the past, is a truth that is perfectly natural to her.

Madoka Kaname simply followed her own reasoning; she felt that this was the way she should go.

Other people's common sense is completely unimportant.

I don't care about general ethics or anything like that.

Just be yourself and move forward at your own pace.

This "firm and powerful self-awareness" and the completely unconfused way of being it produces are unmatched by either men or women. Even earthquakes, volcanoes, and hurricanes would probably have to make way for it.

So, Madoka Kaname walked straight towards the person in the distance, approached the girl without hesitation, and started talking to her without hesitation.

Hello! I'm Madoka Kaname!

Kaname Madoka casually struck up a conversation with the girl in crimson, who was carrying a shopping bag full of food, as if talking to an old friend.

"Replenishing the necessary food? That must be hard work."

She had long, crimson hair tied with a black bow, a center parting, bright red eyes, and wore a light green casual outfit and blue jeans, as if she had been waiting there for a long time.

She shouldn't be here at this time, but nobody cares.

"Hmph, you really dare to say that, girl..."

The girl saw those unwavering eyes, snorted coldly, and turned her head slightly away, leaving only her profile visible. The Southern Cross, representing the "extreme," shimmered behind her.

Her expression was one of complete ease, an arrogant one that regarded all enemies and opponents as inferior beings, a symbol of the existence of "general," enough to leave a deep impression on anyone who saw her for the first time.

While her arrogant attitude is infuriating in itself, it's also quite endearing and commendable if she's desperately trying to hide her inner turmoil.

Because the difference between "arrogance" and "tsundere" is actually only one word.

"Come on, Mami-senpai has been waiting for you for a long time... We've prepared some tea and snacks, I'm sure you'll like them."

"refreshments?"

The red-haired girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she grabbed Madoka Kaname's hand. Her aloof demeanor vanished, and she completely ignored the angry voice of a blond man with a slicked-back hairstyle in the spiritual tea room who was scolding her for being "too spineless." Her liking for this extraordinary girl in front of her rose rapidly.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

She grabbed the pink-haired, round-faced girl and ran excitedly toward the apartment where Mami Tomoe lived.

Meanwhile, Kyubey, who witnessed all of this and observed everything that was happening in the city, was falling into deep self-doubt.

(End of this chapter)