Ordinary days and ordinary temple festivals really go together.

I wandered amidst the annual temple fair filled with light, color and sound.

Along the way, there must be many snack shops, restaurants, or dart booths. BB gun target shooting booth

But I don't know why I feel attracted to this gun shop.

I walked into a shop with gun barrels and baskets lined up. Inside the arch, there are wooden panels arranged in layers to place doll targets.

The rules of this game are simple: pay money, get bullets, and shoot the dolls to make them fall. You can take the doll you shot home.

But the problem is how to shoot those dolls down, because...

I handed 20 baht to the kiosk owner. He took a basket and filled it with plastic bullets.

I covered the bullet head with a plastic bullet and started shooting.

Bang!

The first bullet hit one of the dolls. But that doll only moved a few millicentimeters.

I reloaded the bullet. then shoot at the same doll

paste!

The second bullet flew in a completely different direction than I had aimed. Because it's matte!

The obstacles in this game are nothing but poor quality bullets. Who can I report this to?

I'm still trying to play. By encountering more and more bullets.

In the end, I got 1 doll.

It was a temple doll with a dozen faces. Its body is the size of a fist, has no head, only mysterious fur with black eyeballs like the eyes of a shrimp. A mouth that looks like a dog's mouth (But it can only be done like) a red nose patch. There is a ribbon made from some kind of foam that is difficult to tear. Special patterns in the middle of each area where each pattern is repeated. Tiny legs that have no use other than telling you that those are their legs. And the strap is long enough to hang pretty on your arm when you have a lot of them.

At least I got one. But if the gun wasn't sharp, there would probably be more than this. Try asking a thousand people about this matter.

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Will I get it?

I grabbed the flea market doll's dangle and swung it at high speed until it spun in a circle.

And it must have been because I was spinning too fast. So it slipped out of my hand.

I bent down to pick up the doll. But a miracle happened.

Enough to pick up the doll It rolled further and further. Keep rolling until you get into a pile of brush.

Do you want me to keep it or not?

I walked closer to the doll.

"Hey, are you interested in becoming a magical girl?"

A temple doll that had rolled around until its body had turned brown and spoke with the part of its face still stuck in the dirt.

A stuffed rag doll that can talk?

The doll rose from the ground. Shake off any stuck-on dirt. Then turned his head and looked at me.

“Hello, my name is Plong...what the heck. I don't want to introduce myself too formally. Do you want to be a magical girl?”

I stood still, unable to process the information that was happening right now. The doll could talk, float, move, and interact. Did Mom secretly put marijuana in it for dinner?

“Uh, is something wrong with you? Interested in becoming a magical girl?

"Do you just say that you're interested in becoming a magical girl?"

“It's not like that. But are you interested in becoming a magical girl?”

"What if I answer no?"

“Then I will choose someone else to take my place. Should meet about two or three more people.”

"If you were a magical girl, what would you do?"

“I have subdued the spirits outside the limbo...that's it. Oh! Sometimes it is necessary to forcibly send worried souls to the limbo. But that one is probably a little hard to find.”

That's not a magical girl anymore. Listen to what he's saying and clearly become an angel of death.

“The other part belongs to another magical girl. Hers is just this part.”

There are other magical girls as well!

"Then I'd rather be a magical girl."

The temple doll turned to me. Summons a piece of paper filled with text.

"Then let's make a contract."

The doll conjures up paper from empty space. Then black text began to appear on the paper.

It handed me a piece of paper filled with messages, along with a pen that had been conjured along with a stick of paper just now.

"Please read the terms and conditions carefully before signing as evidence of your consent to become a magical girl."

It's more like applying for a job at a company than making a contract to become a magical girl.

I started reading the terms and conditions one by one before secretly flipping to the last page to sign.

It's long, over ten pages. If I accidentally sold my soul to the devil because I didn't read the terms and conditions, so be it.

I handed the paper to Plong when I finished writing.

Try receiving the paper. Then immediately checked the signature I had written.

"You forgot to sign pages 3, 8, 11, 23. Take them and sign all the pages first."

Long handed the paper back to me. There are other pages to sign besides the last page! How careful is this guy going to be?"

I hurriedly finished writing it before handing it to Plong again.

He read every page carefully. Then the paper was rolled up until it shrunk into a ring.

Plan handed the ring to me. Then he said,

"When the time comes The ring will emit light on its own. All you have to do when that time comes is destroy it.”

I don't quite understand what Plong is saying. But the ring was born to be worn on the hand, right? So I put it in order.

"So there aren't any monsters to deal with once the contract is signed?"

I suddenly thought about the magical girl cartoons I watched as a child.

"If I do that, This world would have disappeared. Came to make a contract while the world was in danger. Who will do it?"

"But from what I've read If you do that, the contracting party will almost certainly agree to make the contract immediately.”

Please listen to what I have to say. Then was silent for a moment.

"I'll save that idea and think about it later."

Were you a direct seller in your previous life?

It's over. Making a contract to become a magical girl.

I turned and walked back to the temple. But suddenly...

So much light shot out from the ring that my eyes began to sting.

"arrived..."

Try saying a sentence that made it sound like the ring was emitting light as if it were normal.

Where is this normal?

“Destroy it. Then you will understand."

destroy? Destroy what? Is this the ring?

I pulled the ring off my finger. Then he threw it to the ground with all his strength.

When the ring touched the ground and shattered into pieces, the crackling sound that should have been there was absorbed by the ground so that nothing could be heard.

The light continued to shoot out, covering my entire body.

When the light begins to fade I finally opened my eyes.

Right now I'm wearing a long white skirt all over. He held a giant knife in his hand.

“This is your work uniform. I will guide you to those spirits.”

Let's call it a magical girl outfit. And more importantly, why is my weapon a big knife that looks like a cleaver? It didn't look like a magical girl at all.

I complained like that in my heart. But he hurriedly ran after him.

"Over there, by the swing."

The staff tried to point at the place where the black mass was. But the doctor realized that it was a doll without arms.

Wait, I don't have arms...when that guy handed me the documents. You're not using your arms here. When collecting paper Didn't use his arms to receive.

So how does that doctor act like he has normal hands?

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and deal with those people."

Oh, that's true. I can't think of anything else right now.

Now I'm a magical girl. I had to take out those black energy clouds using a giant cleaver...?

I ran to the swing. And I began to feel myself running faster and faster.

When you reach the swing I jumped up towards the cloud of energy above the swing again. and made him realize that he was now floating.

Eh? Hey, hey, hey, it's not going to fall off, right?

I supported my body in mid-air with one hand still firmly gripping the bun.

"Mikey!"

The tip of my cleaver clipped onto a black lump. It let out a pitiful cry before dissolving into smoke.

It seems like it can float in the air like this. And what was that sound just now?

"Mikey! Hey, hey, hey."

Many pitiful cries sounded out at the same time.

I turned to the sound. and encountered enormous black smoke

And another pathetic cry sounded.

I turned towards the sound as usual. and encountered black smoke as usual

Before I knew it, it was because the tip of my knife had cut into those black lumps. I created this hell loop a dozen times.

Why don't you take a knife and touch it?

I reached out the knife and lightly touched the black lump.

"Mikey!"

It let out a cry and then dissolved into smoke.

I see, it's because of this knife...that's crazy.

I pretended to throw the knife. But I couldn't throw it down because I was afraid that I would have to pick it up on the ground and float up again.

My magical girl's job is to remove the black lump with this knife.

But it's weak to the point where it's shattered by a knife, so who can it harm?

Never mind, work is work.

I lightly tapped the black lump with my knife, even though I knew that it would dissipate and turn into smoke.

It took a while. Until I destroy all those black lumps.

When I couldn't see any black lumps remaining The Ferris wheel began to walk. The people inside the temple began to move.

Since when has time always stood still? I don't realize it at all.

I was back next to the staff, in the same spot where I had transformed into a magical girl.

The white dress I wore disintegrated. But instead, there was a ring on my finger.

"When you enter the gates of the underworld Time on Earth will slow down."

Long spoke up.

"In case you want to ask why the Ferris wheel stopped."

"I would like to ask one more thing."

"Come on, today's work is over."

“How dangerous are those black lumps?”

Just being hit by the tip of the knife will disintegrate. What can it do?

"Accidents will create accidents."

"When it succeeds in creating an accident It will receive many more souls from its friends. And lead those spirits to create accidents that cause even more damage than before.”

“The job of a magical girl like you is to break that cycle. and free the souls who were forced to go to the limbo.”

I think this isn't a magical girl anymore. No matter how you listen, you're clearly the angel of death.

But I don't want to call myself the Little Angel of Death.

finish

Hello, I'm learning to write a novel. If you want to criticize anything, please come. But I ask that you please show a little kindness to each other. Thank you in advance.