When Tsugumi arrived in front of Itadoriâs hospital room, he knocked discreetly. A voice came from inside the room, saying âCome inâ. Opening the sliding door, he greeted Itadori and another person inside, Yumeji, who had come to visit her.
âHello, Kanae-chan. Howâs your leg? And you, too, Yumeji-san. I heard you were discharged from the hospital yesterday. Is there any problem?â
âFor a while, he wondered if something was going to happen, but since she came to visit like this, they must have reconciled. When Tsugumi asked with a relieved heart, Itadori smiled and said.
âYes. It looks like I need to rest, but Iâm fine now. But I think Iâm going to need crutches for a while.â
âI see. Iâm glad to hear youâre not seriously injured.â
Then Tsugumi glanced at Yumeji as he stroked Itadoriâs head. Yumeji was slumped over, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her expression unrecognizable.
When Itadori asked, âNadeshiko-san?â Yumeji raised her face. She was obviously pale.
âHey, are you all right?â
When Tsugumi called out, Yumeji shook her head. She looked up at Tsugumi frightfully, and spoke in a trembling voice.
âHey, did you really defeat that Ogre? When youâre not even a Magical Girl?â
âWell, I wonder. The opponent was full of wounds, and I guess I just got lucky.â
âWhy?â
Yumeji opened her mouth to bite Tsugumiâs reply.
âWhy can you go against such a horrible thing? You and Kanae-san are absolutely strange. âI was shaking and couldnât do anything! I donât want to be a Magical Girl if I have to fight that thing!â
As she shouted, Yumeji clung to Itadori and began to wail. Tsugumi looked at Itadori with a bewildered expression.
âIâm sorry, Tsugumi-oniisan. Nadeshiko-san seems to be a little emotionally unstable since yesterdayâŠâ
âNo, I donât mind. After all that happened, itâs normal to be upset.â
Itadori and Yumeji were part of the Asuka Academyâs Magical Girl Aptitude Selection Class. Since Yumeji was discharged earlier, she might have heard a lot of things from her teachers and parents after she returned home.
Besides, Asuka Academy had a section that held detailed information about Magical Girls. They must have already known that those who were caught up in the barrier were those with extremely high aptitude.
âThese two were expected to become Magical Girls in the future. This incident must have made those involved feel even stronger. But whether or not this made the kids in question happy was probably secondary for them.
Tsugumi gently put his hand on the back of the crying Yumeji and spoke in a quiet voice.
âMy sister became a Magical Girl after being discovered by a God during the incident. âBut I donât think itâs something to be happy about. Rather, I donât want her to become a Magical Girl. Do you know why?â
When he asked Yumeji, she turned her bright red eyes to Tsugumi and shook her head.
âBecause I donât want her to die. âŠThe rate of Magical Girls killed in the line of duty exceeds about 15 percent per year. As long as you continue to be a Magical Girl, that danger will always be with you. Thatâs what Iâm afraid of.â
Fortunately, Chidori was blessed with skills. She had signed a contract with the government, so she would not be sent into dangerous battles unless she pushed herself too hard. However, the anxiety still persisted.
If Chidori were forced into a situation in which no one but her could fight, she would go into battle without hesitation, even if she knew she would die. Nanase Chidori was that kind of person.
âYou saw those two girls in Rikka, right? You can be a Magical Girl only if you are as determined as they are. So if you donât want to do it, you shouldnât. âŠAnd I donât want to see anyone I know die, either.â
ââŠThen I donât have to be a Magical Girl? But my father and mother would never forgive me for that.â
Yumeji said, with a sad expression. Tsugumi smiled reassuringly and continued to speak.
âItâs okay if you donât want to be. Itâs up to Yumeji-san to decide. âWell, I still think you should start with a family meeting. Heâs a good father, isnât he? If you talk to him, Iâm sure heâll understand. If they force you to become a Magical Girl, you can run away from home. At that time, I will help you.â
That being said, the existence of a âparentâ wasnât something that an orphan like Tsugumi could understand. But he knew the feeling of cherishing a precious âfamilyâ.
Once, Yumeji spoke proudly of her father. He didnât know what kind of person her father was, but he could only hope he had the decency to listen to his daughterâs plea.
âYeah, thatâs right. âŠIâm sure if I talk to him properly, even Otousama willâŠâ
Yumeji said in a small voice and stood up with unsteady steps.
âIâm sorry. Iâm going to go wash my face for a bit. âŠUm, Oniisan.â
Yumeji said to Itadori then stood in front of Tsugumi, holding her own hands as if in prayer. Somehow, he sensed a kind of tension.
Tsugumi sat back a little, looked at her, and asked, âWhat is it?â Yumeji opened her tightly knit lips and let out a few words as if she were expressing all her feelings.
ââThank youâ
Yumeji bowed deeply and thanked Tsugumi.
âWhat is that thank-you for? For rescuing Itadori at her request? For defeating the Demonic Beast and returning to the real world? Or was it for the words of appreciation she had just received? Tsugumi thought it was all of those things.
Tsugumi wanted to respect the step taken by the arrogant girl.
ââYouâre welcome.â
Feeling warm and fuzzy, Tsugumi replied, and Yumeji walked out of the hospital room with a small smile on her face. Staring at the closing door, Tsugumi sat down in the chair by the bed.
âSomehow, weâve become friends before I knew it.â
When Tsugumi said this, Itadori laughed with a troubled look.
âYeah. I think Nadeshiko-san feels a bit put off by me, though âŠYou see, Iâd made myself the bait.â
âOh, you mean that time. She told me. You let her go first because you couldnât run with a leg injury. I was chilled to my core when I heard it.â
âWhen he first heard this story, Tsugumi had suspected that Yumeji was lying. The Itadori he knew was not such a courageous girl. But seeing Yumejiâs earnest plea for help, he changed his mind. Yumejiâs words turned out to be true.
If he had been a few dozen seconds too late, Itadori would have died. She would have gone down in history as the first victim of an irregularity. It was a good thing that he got there in time.
âAre you scared now? If you have any problems with your heart, tell Asakura-sensei â the gray-haired, bespectacled, stinky teacher. That man is very good at what he does.â
âAh, itâs okay. I was scared at the time, but now that Tsugumi-oniisan has kept his word, Iâm not afraid of anything anymore.â
âI see. âŠDonât overdo it, okay?â
âYeah. But when I was running away, I was so desperate that I donât remember much. But I do remember thinking that I had to do the right thing. Hey,Tsugumi-oniisan. âDid I choose the correct answer?â
Itadori said with a cheerful smile. He couldnât see the fear of death that he had seen when he rescued her. Seeing Itadori like this, Tsugumi realized why Asakura had stated that he should definitely go to see her.
Tsugumi slowly took Itadoriâs hand and squeezed it with both of his hands as if wrapping it around.
âOniisan? Whatâs wrong?â
âWhat you did was not wrong. I am sure many people will praise you. But I donât want to assure you that it is the âcorrectâ answer.â
Hearing those words, Itadori frowned in dissatisfaction. Perhaps she had expected Tsugumi to praise her and let it go.
With an admonishing tone, Tsugumi said.
âThanks to Kanae-chan, Yumeji-san survived unharmed. But what do you think would have happened if you became a victim of the Demonic Beast?â
ââŠI donât know.â
âIâm sure Yumeji-san will blame herself for the rest of her life. You can expect that from the way things are going right now, right? Itâs not good to make people sad. And Iâm sure I would always wish Iâd taken one more step sooner.â
âYou too?â
âThatâs right. If you were dead, my heart would break. âYour mother would have cried with worry, too, wouldnât she?â
ââŠYeah, but Okaasan was angry and wouldnât listen to me.â
Itadoriâs expression turned clouded.
-He had heard some stories from Asakura beforehand. Itadoriâs mother grabbed her in tears as soon as she arrived at the hospital room. She had sobbed and lectured her, asking her why she had done such a dangerous thing.
Itadori, who was dazed from painkillers and other medications, did not remember much of the conversation. She was only smoldering with frustration that her mother had been angry with her.
However, Itadori was a kind child. She would surely understand if Tsugumi talked to her.
âIâm not trying to be nice either. If you really think itâs the right thing to do, I wonât deny it. But I will be sad if you die. I want you to remember that.â
ââŠWill you cry too, Tsugumi-oniisan?â
âDefinitely. I think Iâm going to cry so hard itâll be pathetic.â
Tsugumi chuckled and said so. Itadori said, âI see,â and turned her head down.
âItâs hard to find the âcorrect answerâ.â
âYes, I know. But thereâs one thing I can say is a âcorrect answerâ.â
When Tsugumi said this, Itadori tilted her head curiously. Tsugumi laughed mischievously and held his index finger up to his mouth.
âApologize to your mother for worrying her. âKanae-chan is a good girl, so you can do it, right?â
Itadori heard Tsugumiâs words and looked at him with a puzzled look, but then immediately let out a small giggle. It seemed he had hit the nail on the head.
âItâs okay, I can do it. âI donât know what the âcorrect answerâ is for me yet, but Iâm going to think it over a little more carefully. If something comes up, would Oniisan be willing to talk about it with me?â
âOf course. Call me anytime.â
Itadori heard the answer and gave a small smile. Tsugumi exhaled with relief at the look on her face, and slowly stood up. The nurse in charge had told him not to stay too long in the hospital room.
âThen, Iâm going to go now. Itâs going to be noisy for a while, but letâs do our best.â
âYeah, good luck to you too, Oniisan!â
âHe walked out of Itadoriâs hospital room and looked down. The nurse who passed by him looked perturbed, so maybe he looked pretty bad. Then Tsugumi went back to his own hospital room and sat down there.
ââŠWhatâs with the âitâs not good to do things that make people sadâ thing?âThatâs all about me.â
He muttered like he was about to throw up. All of the words Tsugumi said to Itadori were coming back to him. No, objectively speaking, Tsugumi might be even worse.
Risking your life to save someone. That might be noble. âBut, until now, Tsugumi had disregarded the feelings of the person who had been waiting for him, Chidori.
As long as Chidori was saved, he did not care what happened to himself.
It looked like devotion, but in reality, he didnât think about her at all. Talking with Itadori made him realize this.
Additionally, he put his life on the sideline and blamed Chidori for becoming a Magical Girl. It was the lowest form of punishment, by any measure.
âI canât keep going like thisâŠâ
âHe had always thought that his actions were for Chidoriâs benefit. However, it was actually for his own self-indulgence, and he betrayed Chidoriâs feelings.
âItâs possible that Asakura-sensei figured out whatâs going on around here and sent me to Itadori. âŠReally, heâs a good doctor.â
Apparently, the title of psychiatrist is not just a show-off. Tsugumi muttered bitterly and sank face down on the side of the bed.
The surrounding environment changed, and peopleâs emotions shifted. Nobody knew what was right. Finding a compromise was the only way.