Believe in love and justice, believe in the light of human nature, yearn for heroes, and cherish dreams.

"It's not that this is bad, but the reality is very cruel." The mother once persuaded her daughter, but she got the expected answer -

"If there is anything wrong with reality, then use your own power to break this reality!" Sayaka replied solemnly, "If my brother can do it, so can I!"

Sigh... Having a brilliant brother is really not a good thing...

——————

Kamijou Kyousuke was in a car accident and the collision was serious.

Kuruichiro operated on him for six consecutive hours. Despite all his efforts, he could only snatch him back from the hands of death, at the cost of his left hand.

His left hand is almost completely disabled. Although he can still move it a little, it is absolutely impossible to do more strenuous or delicate things.

Although the left hand is not particularly important to most people - at least much worse than the right hand, for a teenager who aspires to become a violinist, this is a cruel blow.

Not only that, the text messages also said some strange things.

[To the naive me: The pick-up guy must die!]

baffling……

"Brother Meishu, is there really nothing we can do?" The young man held his bandaged hand with tears in his eyes, "Is there no hope at all?"

"...We can only wait." He sighed, "Science is constantly improving. Maybe what we can't do today will have a solution in five years, and it won't be a problem in ten years. Before that, we

All we can do is wait.”

"Five years...ten years...by that time, will I be able to play the violin again? After such a long blank period, the sense of music will all disappear!" Kyousuke shouted loudly, with despair in his eyes, "The world

There are writers who have revived themselves after ten years of stopping writing, but who has ever heard of a performer who can still play music after ten years of stopping practice?"

He shook his head and said nothing.

He had just completed an operation and had been working continuously for several hours, but he still could not revive a couple who were seriously injured in a car accident. He had just watched the family's only remaining daughter cry helplessly, and he felt weak all over his body.

"There is hope when you are alive, no matter how slim the hope is..." When leaving the ward, he said to Kyousuke, "Even if your hand really cannot be cured, at least you are still alive and can do other things."

"Look at those people who care about you, cry for you, and laugh for you. There is no need to be downcast. You are still young and have a bright future!"

He didn't know if the other party heard these words.

I'm afraid it's difficult, musicians are all super sensitive creatures...

Alas, what should Sayaka do?

Standing outside the ward, looking at the figure sitting blankly on the hospital bed, he felt filled with disgust.

The same surname is Kamijou, why can’t this guy grow as well as Kamijou Touma?

It's just one hand, it's just a tendon injury, at least the hand is still there!

Why are you downcast? Have your parents died?

Why did Sayaka fall in love with such a worthless loser!

[To me who discovered that Sayaka likes Kamijou Kyousuke: That boy is a loser, he is not worthy of Sayaka!]

As he walked and wrote a text message, he passed by the green-haired girl who came to see Kamijou Kyousuke.

This girl is Sayaka's good friend. Her name seems to be Hitomi Shizuki. She comes from a big family. She has a dignified appearance and a graceful personality. She is well-rounded in talents. To be honest, she is a perfect match for Kyousuke Jou.

Sayaka is like an ugly duckling in comparison...

Bah, bah, bah! What are you thinking! Sayaka’s feelings will not be lost to anyone!

After going down the stairs and walking into the office, a frail-looking black-haired girl with braids and glasses was sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

Couldn't help but sigh again.

"Miss Xiaomei, I don't know why you are interested in Sayaka, a mere commoner, but please don't increase our pressure like this!" Although I wanted to be patient, I couldn't help but complain, "With your

Identity, it is best for everyone to keep distance from us!"

The daughter of the underworld tycoon Xiaomei's family, she really didn't want to mess with such a person!

"Um... Mr. Miki, I am very serious..."

"I am also very serious. I promise that I will seriously consider your suggestions, but please don't come to the door in person. If you have anything, just call."

After the noble lady went out, he sighed and slumped down on the chair.

Oh my god! Why would Sayaka get involved with such a terrifying person?

Although Xiao Meiyan’s identity has been kept secret from her family, those bodyguards following her from afar... can’t possibly remain unnoticed!

I'm so stressed and my stomach hurts...

——————

Magical girl.

Spirit core.

Witch.

Looking through the information left by Xiao Meiyan, he felt that the veins on his forehead were beating constantly.

What an international joke!

If your wish comes true, you will become a magical girl. Then once your magic power is exhausted and your spiritual core is contaminated, you will become a witch and be hunted by a new generation of magical girls...

How can such a cruel thing be allowed!

Even if a hero is needed to stand up against the witch that attacks humans, that hero cannot have such a tragic ending!

What era is it, this kind of plot that abuses the main character is absolutely not allowed!

He did not doubt what the other party said. As the eldest daughter of the Xiaomei family, she could destroy the Miki family with a flick of her finger. There was no need to lie to a mere writer and doctor like him.

So after returning home in the evening, he found Sayaka who was reading a book and said the matter seriously and sternly.

"Sayaka, do you believe in miracles?"

"Of course! Miracles are bound to happen!"

"So, what price do you think we have to pay in order to achieve a miracle?"

Sayaka hesitated.

"An arm? It feels a bit too cheap." She thought distressedly, "Maybe...eyes?"

"The most common price for achieving a miracle is life!"

Sayaka's face turned a little pale.

"And generally speaking, if you can achieve a miracle by just giving your life, it is already very cheap." He continued to say seriously, "A miracle is the ultimate of hope, and realizing a miracle is equivalent to completely overdrawing the hope.

Do you think that after all your hopes have been overdrawn, what will be left?"

"……despair."

"I think you already understand." He nodded, turned and left, "Remember, never place your hope on miracles. To realize any ideal, you should use your own hands to work hard!"

"Placing hope in miracles is an insult to hard-working people like me!"

I don't know if these words will work, I just hope she can listen.

Although judging from the content of the text message, it does not seem optimistic.

[To me who is worried about my sister becoming a magical girl: There is no point in worrying about what is destined to happen. Just look away. 】

Damn it! Who am I in this time and space to speak so heartfeltly!

——————

When Sayaka came in, he was reading text messages.

[To me who yelled because my sister turned into a magical girl: yelling can’t solve the problem, it’s better to save some energy.]

So he knew that his face must be ugly now.

"Brother...I'm sorry!"

Sayaka seemed frightened by his gloomy expression. She lowered her head and apologized very awkwardly.

His body swayed, and he felt like the world was spinning. Finally he could no longer stand steadily and fell down on the chair.

"You...you...why!"

The angry roar of the talented young man who was always polite could almost make the teacups on the table jump. If his study had not been specially soundproofed to avoid interference, this roar would definitely scare the surrounding neighbors.

One jump.

"What's so good about that boy Kamijou Kyousuke? It's worth making such a sacrifice for him!" He yelled angrily, "You stupid girl, is that brain or tofu in your head? A miracle? Turn your soul into a demon.

Core, become a magical girl, fight monsters and monsters every day, and die in battle if you are not careful, and pay such a high price for a miracle? You are sick!"

Sayaka remained silent, just lowering her head and looking at the gem that looked like a perfume bottle.

It was obvious that this little girl was determined not to be scalded by boiling water.

He jumped his feet, slapped the desk, and cursed nonstop for a long time. Finally, he was exhausted and slumped feebly on the chair.
To be continued...