Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

"Magical girl, you can do such a thing. If I had known, I would have changed my clothes before coming here. You are still wearing the skirt of the school uniform."

"It's okay. The wind on the tram isn't as strong as you might think, and the roof is quite wide. Don't worry about being discovered."

"Well, after all, I think it'll be easier to get used to it if I try it myself. Look, here comes the train."

Asami also adjusted her hair to prevent it from being messed up by the wind on the train, then smiled at Sayaka and extended her hand.

"Come on~ Let's experience the unique city night view that only magical girls can experience after a long time."

"I wish I could have it."

Sayaka also reached out and grabbed Asami's hand, and then, under Asami's guidance, while others were getting on and off the bus, and there were no protective glass railings, and she didn't turn into a magical girl, she jumped directly and jumped onto the top of the tram.

After the passengers got on and off the bus, the tram accelerated briefly and soon started running at high speed.

"As expected, the view from a different perspective is completely different. What an amazing view."

Sayaka felt much more relaxed as she looked at the city night view that she couldn't see on the train.

"You'll have another chance to experience this again. Look, the train is coming! Get to the back and get ready."

Asami's voice came through telepathy, waking up Sayaka who was standing on the roof of the tram for the first time.

"We just started and we already encountered a car? We don't usually see it going that fast."

"We learned about the issue of two trains going in opposite directions in elementary school, and the departure times of the trains going in and out are different. Just go with what you see."

Asami, who has become an excellent student because she realizes the importance of knowledge for combat and patrolling, looks helplessly at Sayaka who may not even pass the exam.

But after all, before Sayaka, there was already an example of Anzu who was able to fight with ease relying on instinct, so Asami couldn't say much.

After all, not all knowledge is helpful in combat. The combat instincts brought by the soul gem, plus practical experience, are enough to deal with familiars and some weak witches.

Standing on the front of the tram, Mami did not shy away from the possibility of being seen by the driver of the opposite tram. She stood upright on the tram, summoned the Soul Gem, and then when the two tram heads met, she input magic power into the Soul Gem to increase the detection of traces of magic power.

"Didn't it hit?"

Seeing the gem still unresponsive after the train passed, Mami reluctantly withdrew her magic power and telepathically said:

"There's none on the tram, so I'll leave the observation of the tracks to you."

"Yeah, leave it to me."

As a training for the younger generation, Asami was responsible for exploring the trains with many people and obstacles, while Sayaka was familiar with the rails and how to expand the range of perception by adding magic power.

But just as Asami was staring ahead, waiting for the next train to arrive, Sayaka brought good news:

"Asami, there's a reaction! Come and take a look, could this be that witch? She seems a little different."

Upon hearing this, Asami jumped up, extended a ribbon from the Soul Gem, hung it on the tram cable above, and turned it around twice before stopping. After the train passed, she grabbed Sayaka at the rear of the train with the ribbon and pulled her to her side.

"Let's go see what's going on."

As they spoke, the two of them didn't transform, nor did they use the ribbon to slow down. They jumped straight down and landed steadily in a safe place between the two railroad tracks.

Chapter 72: If there is no external trouble, there will be internal trouble

Zhi Xing stood there, not daring to move. There was no movement behind him, as if the touch just now was just an illusion.

He lowered his head and looked at the dark ground, slowed his breathing and waited, waited, until he found that there seemed to be light shining on his feet.

After blinking, he found that the light had not disappeared. Zhixing suddenly realized something and turned his head to look. There was no obstruction in his vision. The familiar that had been blocking the Seed of Sorrow and Zhixing disappeared along with the passerby, but the witch's room also became much clearer.

Because the larger tombstone-like object behind the stone that wrapped the Seed of Sorrow blossomed into a lotus base, with a bright red sun statue revealed in the middle, illuminating the entire witch's room in black, white and gray.

Although it still can't be compared with turning on the lights in the room, it is much better than before when I could only see some layered outlines.

But Zhixing was not happy. After all, he could see more clearly than others before, but now the advantage was wiped out. Although there were no familiars in his clear vision now, the key point now was that the witch seemed to have hatched.

Reason told Zhixing that it would be very dangerous to stay here now. This witch would not move in a fixed position. All her actions were completed by summoning familiars. In other words, if she wanted to enter the effective communication distance, she would need to overcome the obstruction of many familiars. If she communicated by shouting, the nearby familiars would probably respond faster than the witch.

But Zhixing's feet seemed to be frozen, and his eyes were fixed on the scene in the witch's room.

There was clearly a door between them and the destination was a long distance away. Even with glasses on, he couldn't see any details clearly, but Zhixing was still looking around, searching for the missing Passerby A.

Another feeling of a finger poking his shoulder came, drawing Zhixing's attention back.

Turning his sight, he saw a large black tree without leaves, its branches slowly retracting. It had suddenly stood next to Zhi Xing.

Seeing Zhixing's response, the tree shook, and then its branches suddenly stretched out, wrapping Zhixing up and extending all the way into the witch's room.

"cough cough"

Zhixing felt a little chest tightness from the impact of the tree, but surprisingly there was no other injury except that he was choked by saliva.

He looked blankly along the branches that extended for who knows how far to the big tree. Only a small black dot remained in the haze. Zhixing blinked and realized belatedly that his glasses had been knocked crooked.

He wanted to right himself with his hands, but when Zhixing tried, he found that his entire body was stuck in the branches of the tree and he could not move anything except his head.

"Isn't that a witch's move? Is this also a familiar?"

Zhixing looked around and realized that he had been brought into the witch's room. He immediately turned his head back as far as possible and barely saw a sun statue very close to him out of the corner of his eye. It was obviously a red sun but emitting white light.

"At this distance, could it be below?"

As if in response to Zhixing's words, Zhixing, who was suspended in the air by the branches, heard the sound of moving stones below.

Zhixing shook his head left and right, but was unable to see what was happening below through the gaps between the branches.

After a while, the noise disappeared. Zhixing only felt that the branches under his feet began to change, and then his feet loosened and he fell down immediately.

Fortunately, the back of the paper line did not hit the ground, but several soft strips slowed down its falling speed, and it finally lay steadily on the ground.

Zhixing opened his eyes only after he felt the strip on his back being removed. He immediately saw a woman in black kneeling on the ground with her hands in prayer position, less than a meter away from him on his left.

As if noticing Zhi Xing's gaze, the girl who had been praying with her head tilted back slowly raised her head, and her featureless, pure black face turned towards Zhi Xing.

Zhixing took a few deep breaths, and when he saw that the other party did not make any further moves, he came to his senses and asked:

"I, I'm here to look for someone. Did you see the guy who was here just now?"

The witch's sprout-like hair danced around, but she didn't speak. Instead, as if to confirm the words on the paper, the branches in her hair stretched out, groped around, then retracted and rested her head on her hands that were joined together for prayer.

Zhixing also saw the witch's actions and felt a little relieved knowing that she could still communicate.

But after the witch propped up his head again, Zhixing felt the ground suddenly turn from hard concrete to a swamp, and he began to sink.

"Wait! Wait! Listen to me for a moment, let me say something!"

The sinking state stopped. The witch raised her head again and pointed at Zhi Xing, allowing Zhi Xing to catch his breath. After thinking for a moment, she said:

"You like animals, don't you?"

The witch watched quietly without making any sound, making it impossible for Zhixing to make any judgment.

Zhi Xing looked around anxiously, trying to find something in the witch's room that could persuade the witch.

As he looked around, he noticed the unignorable sun statue. He examined the paper and, not knowing how to describe it, he hesitated and looked down.

That was the tombstone that originally wrapped the statue, and now it has turned into an unfolding lotus.

When Zhixing noticed the Buddhist elements and was about to use this as a starting point, he looked down again.

The cliff that was originally not clear was now filled with sunlight because of the witch's hatching. With the help of the sunlight, Zhi Xing discovered that there was a huge right hand further below the lotus.

Looking along the arm, there is a relatively obvious high and low line where the witch is kneeling.

"Is this a hand?"

The witch listened patiently to the two sentences that Paper Line said, then she put her head down and dragged Paper Line, who had just realized that the witch's room was actually an arm holding a sun candlestick and stretched diagonally upwards, into the shadows.

"Stop! Stop! What just happened doesn't count. Wait a little longer!"

Because he was lying on the ground, Zhi Xing was in shadow from his entire back, so in just a short while, he was already halfway in the shadow.

Seeing that his communication did not change the other party, Zhixing became anxious. He didn't care about anything and told the story to the familiar, the sun statue, and even the witch herself, but he still couldn't stop the other party's actions.

Zhixing felt the swamp-like pulling force and arched his head with all his strength, so that his mouth could enter the shadow first.

"Kyubi, are you just going to stand by and watch someone die? Don't you still want to get some information from me? Come on!"

Seeing that the witch was unmoved by his words, Zhi Xing turned to Kyubey who brought him and begged him.

The shadow covered his eyes, which were lowered to curl his mouth. Zhixing subconsciously opened his eyes. The passerby who had disappeared was floating in front of Zhixing with his eyes closed, as if foreshadowing Zhixing's fate.

"Jingle Bell"

At this critical moment, Zhihang's cell phone rang.

Suddenly, a light source appeared in the originally dark space, attracting the witch's attention.

The light was not bright, and even under the inherent shadow of the witch's barrier, it could not illuminate the phone itself much, but the witch still carefully stretched out her hair and rolled up the phone.

The witch raised her head and looked at the thing that made noise and light with curiosity, which allowed Zhixing to come to his senses. His ears, which had not yet been drowned, also heard the ringing of the mobile phone.

Zhi Xing suddenly realized that this was not the sound of an alarm clock, and immediately shouted:

"Pick up the phone!"

"duo~"

The mobile phone received the command and pressed the call button on its own. The witch turned to look at the paper line that made the sound because she didn't understand what the paper line said.

"Conan-kun, is that you?"

The movement of his hands attracted the witch's attention again, and after waiting for a while without hearing any sound, the person on the other end of the phone sighed:

"As expected, you are inside the witch's barrier. It's really inconvenient not to be able to determine your location. Let's go there immediately."

"Is that Asami? I'm about to be swallowed by a witch, help!"

Because the distance was a bit far, Zhixing didn't hear clearly what was said in the first sentence. It was not until this long sentence that Zhixing recognized Mami's voice and excitedly shouted for help.

"dududu~"

The sound of the phone being hung up brought the paper line, which had just had a glimmer of hope, back to the reality that was about to be submerged by the shadow of the witch.

The witch looked at the phone that no longer made any sound, shook it, and when there was still no response, she let go of her hand and rested her head on her praying fingers again.

The paper line, along with the phone, began to fall again.

"Here?! Hold on tight~"

A voice was heard, followed by the sound of breaking through the air, and two Western swords were accurately inserted into both sides of the paper line.

When Zhixing heard the noise, he reached around with his hands and soon grabbed two sword handles that were stuck in the ground, out of the swamp.

Although it was difficult to exert enough force, Zhi Xing still managed to stop his descent and successfully avoided the fate of having his mouth submerged.

The ears that remained outside began to hear the sound of something being cut, and then a roar that sounded like it was from a very far distance began to gradually approach this side.

Zhi Xing maintained the posture of holding the sword with both arms behind his back, trying hard to keep his balance.

Although Sayaka attacked very hard, it did not affect the witch's spell of submerging the paper line in the shadow, but only included the sword part in the range of the sinking shadow.

"Breathe~breathe~breathe~"

Zhixing hunched his body, with all his weight concentrated on his arms. It was the first time that Zhixing realized that he was so afraid of death.

He didn't dare relax his hands holding the sword at all, and his breathing became much more rapid. He originally still had the energy to pay attention to the battle situation outside, but as time went by, he had already exhausted all his strength just to keep from sinking.

After all, the arms have actually sunk a lot. Relying purely on instinct and using the wrist to exert force, not only do they have to support the body, but they also have to resist the suction force of the sinking. Not to mention those who have not exercised, even those who exercise can't hold on for long without being prepared.

After an unknown amount of time, the downward suction disappeared, and the surrounding land became hard and even cracked.

The Western sword that was originally deeply inserted into the ground also dissipated as the barrier dissipated. Zhi Xing suddenly lost his footing, and his entire hand, while still holding the sword, slammed into the ground with great force.

"Hey, Moses Moses, are you okay?"

Sayaka walked over and looked at the paper line that was unaware of her safety, and tried to wake it up with words.

But Zhixing seemed not to feel the pain of the impact on his arm. He still maintained his previous state and continued to take deep breaths.

Seeing this, Sayaka could only turn her head helplessly to look at Asami. However, Asami, who had just helped defeat the witch together, had now returned to the 15 rescued people after ensuring that the paper company was safe and began to stabilize the people's hearts.

"Oh, really, it's up!"

Sayaka scratched her head, and with a revenge for the last time she was forced to make a decision about the wish, she kicked Zhixing very unhappily, causing Zhixing to tumble several times and stop after hitting the guardrail on the side.

"Ah, I couldn't control my strength."

Sayaka, who had just fought the witch with all her might, consciously restrained her strength, but due to her lack of experience in controlling her magic power, she almost kicked Zhihang down the stairs. Even if he fell, Sayaka could still catch up with him.

The continuous rolling did wake Zhixing up. He instinctively hugged his kicked stomach with his hands, and his whole body was in another uncomfortable state.

Zhi Xing opened his dazed eyes and saw the girl in the Mitakihara school uniform picking up the glasses that had been kicked away and walking towards him. His brain, which had just recovered, did not have time to work, and he instinctively said happily:

"Um... is it alive... Madoka?"