I, Madoka Kaname, am just a Kamen Rider passing by

Maintain normal social order and keep all darkness behind the wall.

A hero of justice and love.

The girl named Tomoe Mami was sure of this.

Both her parents died, and she was the only one who survived. She signed a contract with Kyubey, the messenger who brought magic.

No matter how you look at it, it's a template for a hero.

Yes, I am the only one left.

When she noticed it, she looked back and found that she was the only one left. Her blood relatives had no news after attending her parents' funeral. All she had was a living allowance sent to her every month until she came of age.

The loneliness and depression that had long overflowed in his heart could only be diverted by hunting witches.

The affairs of magical girls cannot be exposed to the public. Even if they are exposed, those who are not magical girls will not be able to see anything, right?

"..."

No one can understand, no one can know, no one can share my worries.

During the day, she is a mature and steady senior schoolmate, and at night, she is a righteous magical girl.

Unconsciously, Mami had already gotten used to this kind of life. After all, heroes are lonely. Once irrelevant people are involved, there will always be danger, right?

Let's put an end to tonight's work. It's time to take a break.

Now, as long as Mami pulls the trigger, the witch under her feet will die on the spot.

"……don't want."

In a trance, the girl's voice full of fear and terror reached Mami's ears, and the shape of the strange creature in front of her gradually became blurred.

Asami subconsciously wiped her eyes with her free hand.

However, a sticky and warm liquid flowed from between her fingers onto Mami's face. Mami, noticing this, quickly opened her eyes.

"……Blood."

The walls of the alley were splattered with bright red liquid.

Her hands, clothes, and flintlock were also stained with the still warm blood.

At this time, Mami subconsciously looked down at her feet.

The one she was stepping on was not a witch, but a petite girl with wounds all over her body, bleeding, and a pleading look on her face.

"I...what am I doing..."

Looking at the scene in front of her, Mami was stunned for a moment.

The unrealistic scene caused the girl's brain to freeze and she was completely unable to think correctly.

This... Could it be that she did this?

Hurried footsteps sounded behind her, followed by a familiar cry. Asami was quite familiar with the owner of that voice.

"Sayaka..."

The energetic blue-haired idiot, although they have only been together for a short time, they can be said to be quite close friends and juniors, but now there is only cold murderous intent and indifference in her eyes.

"Witch, are you killing underage girls again?"

A peculiarly shaped red belt was placed around her waist, and the belts extended twice were simply tied around Sayaka's body.

Witch?!

Hearing this, Mami subconsciously raised her arms, but what appeared was no longer a human limb, but a yellow ribbon.

Sayaka didn't care about Asami's reaction and her expression remained indignant.

"joker!"

A purple object in the shape of a USB flash drive appeared in the other person's hand, and then a strange sound was heard. Under Asami's gaze, Sayaka inserted the USB flash drive into the groove of her belt. At the same time, one hand made the shape of the English letter J, and the other hand pulled the belt.

Black and purple fragments attached to Sayaka's body from the surroundings. In a blink of an eye, the girl who was originally standing there disappeared, replaced by a black and purple knight.

"Masked Rider——Joker!"

Facing the witch, the knight declared his real name, just as not long ago, Asami declared the death of the "witch" under her feet.

"Come... count your sins, you beautiful witch!" Like thunder coming out of nowhere, without any fancy moves, the black and purple knight just strode forward and swung his fist towards Mami's face.

……

"babble!"

Asami suddenly pulled back the blanket covering her body, and her whole body was soaked in cold sweat, waking up from her sleep.

Only after she looked around, panting, and confirmed that the previous scenes were all nightmares did she come to her senses.

Is everything just a dream?

I stretched out my hand and spread it in front of my eyes. Although there was nothing on it except a few sweat stains, the sticky and warm touch of blood seemed to be sliding across my fingertips.

How many witches has she hunted so far?

Sixty-five of them successfully won.

She carefully recorded her battle experiences with every witch in her diary, not for any other reason but simply to distract herself from her loneliness.

Glancing at the diary spread out on the desk, Asami suddenly felt very sick.

If the witch was once a magical girl, then what was she doing, killing sixty-five magical girl predecessors?

To Mami now, that diary is no different from the autobiography of a murderer.

Witches are the end of magical girls.

Magical girls are newborn witches.

Both sides are the same in terms of source.

Although she had not heard this from a junior of the magical girl, Asami asked Kyubey about it, and the other party's silence made Asami more convinced of the correctness of what Madoka said.

The soul gem that had turned into a ring returned to its original form under Mami's will, only to find that most of it was stained with filth.

"..."

Holding the turbid gem, Mami almost wanted to smash it in disgust, but when she recalled what Madoka said, that this gem housed her soul, Mami put her hand down awkwardly.

I made a wish to live, but in the end I was disgusted with myself for turning into a monster and living an ugly life. There is nothing more tragic than this.

Why... She didn't give up that naive idea at that time. It would have been better for everyone if she just died with her parents.

What's the point of her living alone till now? !

"Asami, are you okay?"

The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Xia Migan, wearing an apron and holding a spatula in her hand, popped her head out from the door. At the same time, she was holding a padlock that looked like an orange in her free hand?

A little white bat also followed in from behind, I think it was called kivala?

"It's just a bad dream...it's okay."

Kamen Rider?

Looking at the lock in Xia Mikan's hand and the belt hanging around her waist, Mami sighed softly.

Am I really thinking too much?

Thinking back to the Sayaka who called herself Kamen Rider Joker in her dream, Asami felt a pang of stomachache, especially the punch that almost hit her in the face at close range.

"That's good. Oh, by the way, I've already asked for leave from school with your teacher. Just stay home and have a good rest today."

"Um……"

Looking at Mami who was smiling reluctantly, Xia Mikan felt a little uncomfortable.

By the way, there seems to be an amusement park nearby. It would be nice to take the kid there to relax on the weekend.

Chapter 42 My best friend is you, Sayaka

The morning in midsummer is warm.

Whether it's the sunlight that shines on your body through the gaps between the leaves, or the warm and comfortable wind that makes you feel cozy.

At such times, young boys and girls go to campus together.

It was clearly a perfectly normal situation.

But...Sayaka felt that everything in front of her seemed particularly fake and unrealistic.

The reality of ease and stability reflected in our eyes is nothing but a fake.

Just last night, if Madoka and Mr. Kadoya hadn't arrived in time, senior Asami... would have almost died!

Not only is Sister Mami, there are countless magical girls in this world who are fighting against witches in the darkness that the masses cannot relate to or understand, but she can do nothing but stand aside and watch as her friends fight against the witches.

After learning the truth about the magical girl, he couldn't even muster the courage to approach Kyubey.

And every time Sayaka thought of the witch that might be lurking in the corner, she felt her scalp tingling.

"Sayaka, Kamijou-kun's condition is indeed completely untreatable by domestic doctors. Should I ask my father to invite foreign experts back?"

"..."

Sayaka felt a little unhappy when she saw Shizuku Hitomi talking to herself beside her, but after realizing that she was just an ordinary person who knew nothing, all the negative emotions in her heart disappeared. What's more, Hitomi was her best friend besides Madoka.

"Um, ah, yes."

Sayaka was totally unable to connect with the thinking of this rich lady and could only smile awkwardly and agree with her using interjections.

However, if Hitomi said this...

Does it mean that she likes Kamijou Kyousuke?

No matter how rich the father is and how much he dotes on his daughter, he would never spend a huge amount of money to hire an expert doctor from abroad to treat a strange teenager, even if the doctor is his daughter's classmate, because his money does not come from the wind.

Unless, this boy is the boyfriend that her daughter deeply loves. Yes, this is the only development Sayaka can guess. What's more, if it is a foreign doctor, it may be possible to cure Kamijou Kyousuke's hand. In this way, he can continue to fulfill his dream, and Shizuku Hitomi, who has a lot of money in her family, can also support him to become a musician.

What's more, judging from her appearance alone, Sayaka is inferior to Hitomi.

In terms of family background or beauty, you can't compare with the other person.

At this moment, Sayaka's thinking was unexpectedly clear. No, not only now, she has always been like this. It's just that she is too lazy to use her brain on weekdays. After all, with Xiaoyuan around, she only needs to rely on her intuition and solve the problem like a tough guy.

Sure enough, Shizuku Hitomi's next sentence was exactly as Sayaka expected, not even a single word was different.

"Sayaka, I have actually always liked Kamijou-kun, right?" There was not a trace of gloom or sinisterness on the green-haired girl's face, as if she was talking about the same topic as what she had eaten in the morning.

"However, I have a question. Why, after being together for so long, you still haven't been able to clarify your relationship? Don't say you're too familiar with each other so you're embarrassed."

Faced with Renmei's questioning, Sayaka was unable to refute.

Maybe it’s because both of them are too shy... that’s why even after being together for so long, neither of them has been able to confess their feelings to the other.

"As for me, I've made up my mind. I want to confess my feelings to Kyousuke, but, Sayaka, you also love him." Staring into Sayaka's eyes, Hitomi seemed to pour out the words that had been suppressed for a long time.

"You have one day, Sayaka. If you really love Kyousuke, then confess. I have already investigated. Today, the hospital does not prohibit visitors. If you and Kyousuke confirm your relationship, then I will never interfere again and completely forget about this love."

"..."

"But, if Sayaka hasn't confirmed her relationship with him by tomorrow, please don't get in my way, okay?"

She has the demeanor of a young lady from a wealthy family, and is also quite courageous.

If it were Sayaka, she would never be able to do such a thing. Should we say that she is worthy of being called Shizuku Hitomi?

However, is it really a good idea for Sayaka to confess her feelings to Kyousuke? You know, if Kyousuke holds on to the thigh of Hitomi's family, even if he cannot achieve outstanding achievements in music in the future, at least he can live a worry-free life.

But if he chose Sayaka, he, who was not from a wealthy family, might succumb to the reality of his elderly father. After all, people have to make a living.

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to have both ideals and reality. Artists who have both fame and fortune have always been a minority. Most artists and scientists are like ducks running out of rice jars, with wallets cleaner than their faces. Although it is not good to say this, the head of state at that time switched to becoming a destroyer of the European (world) order because he could no longer work as a painter, let alone rely on art academies.

If you love someone, you should make him/her happy. Holding his/her hand tightly is not the best thing to do.

Sayaka firmly believed this.

Perhaps, she really wasn't meant to be with Kyousuke...

What should she do?

She also couldn't let go of what was happening with her senior and Madoka. Her best friend was fighting the witch, but she was powerless to do anything.