Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

Wipe your body in the dressing room, get dressed and go outside.

After waiting for a while in front of the dressing room, three people came out of the dressing room on the woman's side: Satsuki, Cyril and Mi.

The other two weren't, but Satsuki was still nagging and didn't try to give me that look.

Looking closely again, she seemed to hold that hand tighter and tighter.

I don't know what she's thinking.

I suppose you regret that you were virtually defeated by that red-haired young man and taken by your hand...

What should I do when this happens?

Should we take any approach or leave it at ease?

Thinking about it...

Satsuki pounded and crushed this thing.

"... hey, Will. Me... why are you so weak..."

The voice was trembling.

The voice of a girl who's going to be shattered and scattered.

I remember when she was defeated by Eileen before at the royal castle in Graysburg, the king's capital.

But this time the troubles seemed more serious than then.

"If that bastard just beats me with his arm, he might not... because I... want Will to cry and comfort me... I'm thinking that kind of insignificant thing...?

That said Satsuki looked up and gave me that look.

Its righteous face was crooked in shame, and her eyes were full of tears.

"I really don't like myself... me... how can I be so weak... no more, I'm like this... hiccup"

My remorse, my impudence, my impudence...

And the girl's figure that she was so cornered that she couldn't even keep it in her own chest.

I almost reach out to her and hesitate.

Is it right to do so by and for her?

Look at Fuji Cyril and Mi.

Then those two girls looked me in the eye and nodded.

"Nobody can stay strong. If you want, do it."

"It is. That's not Mi's job. I have a guy in front of me who likes corners. It's better that way."

It's a sad story to be backed up by two words, but I made up my mind.

I myself used to remember saying to Satsuki that when I wanted to cry, it was to cry, lend me about my chest.

And if you don't know what's right, make up your mind and accept the consequences.

Assuming she becomes "weaker" as a result of this behavior of mine, accepting it as a result of my decision - that's all I can do.

Well, of course there's Satsuki's downfall.

But I don't feel like I should say it right now.

I grabbed the girl in the kimono who was crying softly.

Then I turned my arm around her back and hugged her tighter.

Then Satsuki hugged me back and cried like a child.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Will, I'm sorry......! I'm sorry I'm weak! I hate being so weak! But, but... Uh-oh!

While I pound that satsuki's back, I look for words to say to her.

I've never dealt with delicate human emotions consciously, so I was worried about what to say.

"... No, Satsuki is working hard. You shouldn't deny yourself. First, love him who he is now. And... I like Satsuki."

"... Huh! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Will! I love Will! Glad I like Will......!

Sobbing so loudly, Satsuki hugged me even harder.

But there was one problem there.

Satsuki's all-powerful hug, including Aura, was clearly a murder move.

My spine, embraced by a satsuki, starts to twitch and scream.

"Ma, wait, Satsuki... Gib, it's gibberish... guff"

"Gu... heh...? Oh, Will, I'm sorry! He's blowing bubbles out of his mouth! What shall I do, Cyril, mi...!?"

My consciousness broke off as I heard those satsuki screams.