Hello!The high-risk profession of magical girl

If you want to go to the skating rink, you must go through a relatively quiet path.

Kashima Wakaba and Osamu Dazai had just walked that road when a scream came from not far away.

"Help! Someone is robbing!"

At the intersection of the road, I saw a lady dressed in white collar limply on the ground, she covered her bruised forehead, tears kept rolling in her eyes.

And behind her a man in black was carrying her handbag and had already run a long way.

As soon as I saw it, I opened the distance, and I couldn't catch up at all.

The man must have used all his strength to run so fast that some passers-by hadn't understood what was going on, and their bodies instinctively gave way to him.

Kashima Wakaba looked at the getting smaller and smaller figure of the robber, without any waves in her eyes, she turned her head, and said to Osamu Dazai in a calm tone: "Please, Senior Dazai, comfort that lady first, next time Let's go first."

As she spoke, her body straightened suddenly.Then in the next moment, she put her hands behind her back, and her back began to bend slightly again, with an impact, it was as if she had slid forward.

That's right, she was really "skating" on the concrete road.

Seeing this scene, the victim lady's tears were suffocated back into her eyes, she covered her mouth in disbelief, her dull eyes followed the light figure of Kashima Wakaba in the distance.

"This is an alien." She muttered to herself.

Kashima Wakaba is obviously wearing sneakers today, but it looks like skates.

She was gliding so fast that she couldn't see it clearly with the naked eye, as if it had become an afterimage.

When he was about to catch up with the robber, Kashima Wakaba suddenly swung his legs to speed up, a hook step and then turned into a four-and-a-half four-and-a-half-foot jump, spun around in mid-air, and landed firmly on the ground.

Before the robber could react, he felt as if something was flying over his head.

Then the next second, he saw a beautiful girl wearing black-rimmed glasses standing in front of him.

"Get out of my way, don't block my way." The robber yelled, and gestured threateningly with the sharp dagger in his hand.

Kashima Wakaba pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose with her index finger, her face still calm: "Excuse me, is that lady's bag in your hand?"

"It's none of your business, don't block my way." The robber rushed over directly, his expression was completely ferocious, he swung his arm, and slashed at Kashima Wakaba with a knife, the sharp blade seemed to have a cold arc of light, There was even a crackling sound.

But Kashima Wakaba steadily avoided it, and appeared in another corner like a teleport.

"You!" The robber was stunned for a moment, and then roared angrily.

He took another attack with a dagger, he was not that kind of bastard, he seemed to have practiced it.

The blade cut across the air coldly, and aimed at Kashima Wakaba in the next second.

Seemingly unable to dodge in time, Kashima Wakaba's figure seemed to fall, but she didn't fall.

Instead, at the moment of the fall, he stood up strangely, and even the glasses that should have fallen were firmly returned to the bridge of the nose.

Hello Newton, goodbye Newton!

"What the hell are you!" The robber roared angrily, he clenched his fists, and hit Kashima Wakaba's abdomen fiercely with an uppercut.

His fist was hard and fast, and the wind from his fist was surging, causing tiny tremors in the air.

But Kashima Wakaba managed to avoid the robber's fist attack with great dexterity.

She kept changing positions, unable to let him get close at all, not even a single strand of her hair was messed up.

Kashima Wakaba kept dodging the opponent's attack, her posture was elegant, her arms were stretched, her slender legs were stretched straight, she was thinking about her feet, and she jumped around nimbly.

"Are you dancing ballet here!" The robber was deeply stimulated by the scene in front of him, he finally couldn't suppress his anger at being teased, couldn't bear it, and roared angrily: "Don't blame me for being rude!"

The robber leaned back with his hands, as if Kashima Wakaba rushed over.

The blade approached her instantly with a murderous tip.

There is almost nowhere to hide.

But no one expected that a gust of wind would suddenly blow at this time.

It turned out that Kashima Wakaba stretched out his arms, and with the help of the wind speed of the rotation of his arms, he rose slightly into the air.

The speed of the extremely fast rotation was like an invisible streamer, and even the surrounding grass blades were swept in by this whirlwind-like speed.

In the next second, Kashima Wakaba, who flew into the air, made a series of somersaults. Thomas spun around and added aerial gymnastics.

The robber subconsciously raised his head, staring unblinkingly at the figure in mid-air who was able to make so many complicated movements without even falling to the ground. The knife in his hand suddenly made a "bang--" It fell to the ground.

Finally, he put his head in his broken hands and shouted hysterically: "I was wrong, I was really wrong."

But just as he finished speaking, the sound of a police car came from not far away.

Soon the police car stopped in front of them, and a middle-aged man got out of the car.

"Little girl, did you do it bravely?" The police uncle who rushed over looked at Kashima Ruoye in disbelief.

He looked her up and down, the girl in front of him was slender and quiet, completely in stark contrast to the big, round, vicious robber.

But the robber didn't show any desire to survive, and he didn't pretend at all.

Completely with a face: "Hey, take me away, I don't want to stay here anymore."

It was the first time he had seen such a prisoner after being a policeman for so many years.

The police uncle was amazed, and skillfully handcuffed the robber.

The robber was honest the whole time, as quiet as a chicken, with dull eyes.

"It's just a matter of lifting my hands, Mr. Police." Kashima Wakaba pushed her glasses, her clear blue eyes showed no emotion behind the lenses, she said in a flat tone.

At this time, the sun gently peeked out from the clouds, flowing on Kashima Wakaba's body just right.

Her pink hair was coated with a layer of almost dazzling luster by the sun, and her fair skin instantly showed a delicate texture like ceramics.

The blue sky and white clouds smudged her clear pupils.

She seems to keep a slight distance from the noisy secular world, as if she is walking outside the fireworks in the world.

The policeman was stunned for a moment, feeling that he was deeply shocked by this beautiful scene.

But business matters, he quickly drove the robber away in a police car, and the surroundings unknowingly restored the previous tranquility.

"Oh, Wakaba-chan has been so surprising since she put on glasses." Osamu Dazai's smiling voice was next to his ear: "It just opened the door to a new world for me!"

A handsome young man walked over from not far away, his tall and tall figure softened slightly by the sunlight.

Kashima Wakaba just looked at him indifferently.

He clasped his hands together, with a completely innocent expression on his face, his words were very affectionate and coquettish: "Wakaba sauce, why don't you let me take a look at your glasses."

"Senior Dazai is interested in your glasses?" Kashima Wakaba's expression was extremely indifferent.Slender fingers brushed over the frame of the glasses, and took them off in the next second.

A ray of sunlight just fell on her fingers, and the fingertips were covered with golden light.

Are you so chic even taking off your glasses?

Are they all so stylish?

Without the cover of the lens, Kashima Wakaba's blue eyes became clearer.

It seemed to reflect the handsome young man on the opposite side.

The four eyes met, and the time seemed to have passed a full century.

She didn't speak, and neither did he.

Suddenly, Kashima Wakaba turned around abruptly, with her back to Osamu Dazai, her expression could not be seen, but her voice was as calm and peaceful as ever: "Senior Dazai, I will take my leave in advance, senior please Take it easy."

Before Dazai Osamu could speak, Kashima Wakaba had already run away.

The author has something to say: Kashima Wakaba: I often do too much showmanship, and I am out of tune with everyone