Tokyo, too many magical girls were defeated

The reddish-brown three-story building is as deserted as a haunted house every day.

It has been ten years since its establishment, but today is the day when it finally welcomes its busiest day.

"Woo..."

Looking at the burned children playing around the Disney cartoon dolls, the director couldn't help but shed tears.

He took off his reading glasses and wiped his wrinkled yet kind face.

Then, he turned around and looked at the person in charge of this condolence activity.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Sasaki!"

"It's really great that Disneyland is willing to send employees to visit us and express their condolences to these children."

"Because of their burns, they never dare to go to crowded places... We don't have the money to buy tickets..."

When talking about sad things, the old lady director's nose couldn't stop trembling.

The crystal clear tears flowed out again.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you..."

"No, no, no, it's okay."

Lin Chun originally wanted to hand her a tissue.

But when he thought of his own hands, which were still half in plaster, he could only wave them to signal her not to be so excited.

In fact--

The more grateful the kind dean was, the more his conscience hurt.

This is not a Disney condolence event at all.

The employees wearing doll costumes are puppets temporarily controlled by the dark elf Elena using evil potions.

The reason for visiting this House of Hope that takes in burn orphans...

Ultimately, it was because the demon dog was nearby and caught the rich scent of Haru Sakura-chan.

He was here to open a box of magical girls, and the charity event was just a cover.

"Dean, take this."

"what……"

The old dean looked at the check between the other person's two fingers with some disbelief.

Her kind nature made her subconsciously want to refuse, but Lin Chun stopped her with just one sentence.

"It was donated by Disneyland. I just passed it on."

"Thank you very much..."

Although it was a little unbelievable, the old dean still took it.

He held the check in his left hand, put it in front of his eyes, adjusted his reading glasses with his right hand, and squinted his eyes at the same time.

When I finally counted how many zeros there were, I almost had a heart attack with excitement.

"One, one hundred million yen?! How can this be..."

"Keep it. The decision made by the company's senior management cannot be taken back."

After Lin Chun finished speaking, he turned around and hid his achievements and fame.

In the past, the money he squeezed out of corrupt congressmen alone was far more than 100 million yen.

It is actually quite cost-effective to donate a little money now in exchange for peace of conscience.

——He could finally focus.

He looked around expressionlessly, searching carefully for any trace of [Magical Girl Haru Sakura].

"No way……"

The longer Lin Chun observed, the uglier his expression became.

Beads of sweat flowed down his face.

Under the temptation of Disney cartoon dolls, all the burned orphans living here walked out of the room.

But they were all too small.

The oldest among them is just in elementary school, how could she be [Magical Girl Haru Sakura].

Excluding these furry kids, the only one left is the old lady director beside him.

She looked to be at least seventy years old.

That's even more outrageous...

"grass."

Lin Chun couldn't help but swear.

At this moment, I would rather believe that the magic dogs made a mistake in judgment than believe that the magic spring cherry blossoms belong to the House of Hope.

But in the next second——

Suddenly, there was the sound of a door opening from behind him.

"Grandma Dean, I'm back~"

The girl's youthful, energetic, yet slightly tired greeting followed closely behind.

The old dean turned around immediately.

"Aoi-chan! I told you that there would be a consolation event at Disneyland today. Why did you come back just now?"

Her tone was accusatory.

But in fact, she looked more like a kind grandmother talking to her granddaughter and was not angry at all.

The other party also behaved normally.

While taking off her boots and putting on soft indoor slippers, she said playfully:

"Hey~ Disney stuff, only kids are interested in it, I'm already 18 years old~"

"In my eyes, Aoi-chan, you will always be a child."

"!!!"

——After hearing this, Lin Chun felt 100% sure in his heart.

But he didn't have the courage to look back.

At this moment, I even had the illusion of meeting someone in person in an online relationship.

Considering that this place is a Home of Hope that specifically takes in burn orphans, the possibility of being disappointed is very high.

So he had to take a deep breath.

Only after this did he make up his mind and turned to look towards the entrance.

164. Nice to meet you, Aoi-chan

——Snap~

The girl's canvas shoes, which she had just taken off, fell out of her hands before she put them on the shoe rack.

The light white bottom still had traces of sweat from walking, and it was emitting hot steam like a lunch box.

"Chun..."

The real body of Magical Haru Sakura spoke subconsciously.

But then, she realized that she had not transformed, but was just an ordinary girl with burns.

Therefore, he immediately shut his mouth, lowered his head in inferiority, and pulled his baseball cap even lower.

"Aoi-chan, what's wrong with you?"

The old dean asked in confusion when he saw such a sudden change.

However, the girl could no longer utter a word.

"..."

Now she was standing at the entrance, at a loss as to what to do, neither retreating nor advancing.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the other person walking towards her - the girl in a cheap long-sleeved shirt, and she couldn't help but shudder.

My heart also rose to my throat.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Junpei Sasaki, and I'm the employee in charge of this Disney consolation event."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chun very gentlemanly extended his right hand.

Then, he added with a smile:

"If you don't mind, you can shake my hand through the plaster first."

"Um……"

The girl named Aoi subconsciously raised her hands, wanting to respond politely.

But the moment he touched the plaster, he felt like he was electrocuted and quickly pulled his finger back.

The atmosphere between the two people was extremely awkward.

"That, that..."

She held it in for a long time before she managed to force out the words of her self-introduction from her throat.

"My name is Kimijima Aoi... I'm an orphan living here temporarily... Nice to meet you... Mr. Jun'o..."

"Eh? Staying for a while?"

Lin Chun turned his head in confusion and looked at the old lady director behind him.

The other party's expression was not very good either. He hesitated for several seconds before telling the truth:

"Kimishima Aoi is already eighteen years old. She must move out and be self-reliant by the end of this month at the latest..."

"I see."

Looking at the old dean's sad expression, Lin Chun sighed softly.

——House of Hope is, after all, a welfare institution established by the government.

Even if an orphan is burned and raised until he or she turns 18, he or she must leave here and make a living on his or her own.

This cruel yet realistic logic is not difficult to understand.

Lin Chun did not question it.

Instead, he fixed his interested gaze on Kimijima Aoi, looking her up and down.

Judging from her body shape, she is a very thin and weak Sakura girl, at most 1.52 meters tall, a petite type.

In terms of development level, she is not even as good as Rinko Mizuki back then. She seems like she would fall over with a slight push.

The single ponytail hairstyle makes the whole person look extremely simple.

The clothes and pants he wore, as well as a few small accessories, were all cheap items.

But without exception, they were all kept very clean and there was no sign of self-abandonment.

The key is her skin.

Half of her skin is naturally fair and smooth.

But the other half, from the right side of the face to the neck and to the torso inside the clothes, had shocking burn marks.

It was like a fine piece of jade being forcibly cut into several broken pieces.

Just by taking a look, Lin Chun understood everything.