Wang Tengfei

Wang Tengfei grabbed his coat and left the office building, jogging towards the direction where the azure light was flashing.

At the age of forty, coupled with years of sitting and social engagements, his physique and physical strength no longer supported him to run like a young man. He was already panting after running only a few hundred meters.

Judging from his frantic running posture, most people would probably not imagine that this middle-aged man was once a sprint champion on the college track and field team in his youth.

In fact, even Wang Tengfei himself had almost forgotten about it.

After graduating from university and entering the workforce, Ascend in the Ascend chain group through family connections, becoming a branch general manager before the age of 40. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was a success.

In terms of status, he will likely be promoted to headquarters in the future, and perhaps even take a key management position there; in terms of wealth, even excluding the older generation in his family, his personal wealth is already quite substantial for the middle class, and he will certainly become even wealthier in the future.

Is this kind of life successful? Of course it is.

But humans are always greedy, or rather, always yearning for what they don't have or have lost.

For example, his own youth.

Memories of youth are like a treasure box. The contents may be insignificant to him now, but whenever he takes them out and examines them closely, he always gains the purest and simplest joy.

As he gets older and starts experiencing various minor health problems, he finds himself reminiscing about his youth more and more often.

But too much time has passed.

Aside from some unforgettable memories, his memories of his younger self have gradually become blurred.

What did he like back then? What was he thinking about? What did he want? What was he truly pursuing? He still vaguely remembers some of the answers, but he can no longer answer others.

But among what he remembered, there were always a few shades of color in the azure sky.

That's pink, it's blue, it's purple, it's orange... those are the colors of the sky over Fangting City, the colors of magical girls.

In his youth, Wang Tengfei was a fervent fan of magical girls.

Among them, the one he especially admired was the one who saved him from the attack of the Aberrant Beast, dispersed the crowd, and left people with only the blue silhouette of the back of his head.

That touch of blue disappeared sometime when he was still a young man.

Whether on television, in print news, or online, no one has seen that blue figure again.

There have been various speculations and rumors about the disappearance of that magical girl, but none of them have been confirmed, and no one knows the truth.

Those who loved that magical girl, and those who loved Cornflower, never saw Cornflower again, starting from a certain day.

Wang Tengfei was the same.

From initial doubts to subsequent worries and anxieties, and finally sadness and helplessness, many years have passed, and the world has changed. This feeling has now been reduced to a faint nostalgia.

It faded to the point that only that touch of blue remained in his heart, and he no longer consciously thought of it.

So when a blue color almost identical to what he remembered appeared in the corner of his eye, he even began to doubt his own eyes.

Could it be her? Is it really her?

With emotions he couldn't even understand in his heart, he ran towards the end of the light, following the blue and black trails in the sky.

Along the way, he saw damaged roads, displaced crowds, and buildings protected by blue magic threads, and his premonition grew stronger and stronger.

His premonition was finally confirmed the moment he approached the scene.

Like an endless source of blue magic, it spreads freely, surging like waves, bursting forth with dazzling light. The radiant light is even a little blinding, making it impossible to see the figures within.

Only one black figure struggled to escape amidst the waves of magic.

"Are you kidding me!"

Chased by seemingly endless threads, the Sparrow darted through the buildings, unable to escape the blue waves of magic behind it even when it maximized its magical output and flew at its fastest speed.

Amidst those waves, a small figure, shimmering with blue light, followed closely behind with a remarkably nimble movement.

"Such magic, such a quantity of magic..."

Wielding her Magic Armament, Sparrow extinguished several loose threads that were about to wrap around her heels, and cried out in alarm and anger, "Are you playing a trick on me?!"

Behind her, the Larkspur, its body shimmering with blue light, silently pursued her without answering her.

As the two drew closer, sensing the opportune moment, the Larkspur reached out and grasped several ends of the thread. While flying at high speed, she slowly tightened the thread backward, accompanied by ripples in the silk, and softly chanted:

"Masterpiece, the first of which Keen Gladius."

The surrounding threads began to hum.

Amidst the waves, guided by the Larkspur, they dispersed and coalesced, with hollowed-out sword blades formed from magic threads detaching and floating in the air.

Then, the wave of lines turned into a wave of blades.

The Larkspur had used this move before when fighting a remnant of Pupa Stage Aberrant Beast in the sewers, but even then, it was only used in the final strike to kill its target in one blow.

Now, with more and stronger magic at her disposal, the same move is naturally even more powerful.

Cornflower--

Seeing countless Masterpiece of swords rushing towards it, the Sparrow finally stopped fleeing, turned to face the Larkspur, screamed and roared, and spread its black magical wings. Feathers burst out from the wings like blades, facing the tide of blue swords.

Black blades and blue sword blades clashed in the air, briefly resisting before being swiftly annihilated. The clash and confrontation of the two-colored magical blade streams, accompanied by the high-pitched chirping of Sparrow, turned into a one-sided crushing defeat.

Even the Sparrow's black magic, with its powerful corrosive ability, eventually dissipated.

Like a bird shot from a bird gun, the black magical wings scattered, turning into countless feathers as if announcing the end of the battle.

The blue magical current extinguished the last trace of blackness and slowly receded, leaving a figure falling helplessly to the ground.

She was a woman who looked to be in her early twenties.

The woman appeared quite thin, dressed in ordinary home clothes, looking like a passerby taking a walk from home. At this moment, she lay limply, unconscious.

Without a doubt, this woman is the true form of Sparrow.

Once a magical girl is defeated, she will not die unless her True Form is completely destroyed. No matter how severe the damage she suffers after transforming, as long as her True Form remains unharmed, she will always recover over time.

As she collapsed to the ground, the blue figure that had been chasing her finally stopped, then descended from the sky, landing lightly and gracefully on the ground.

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