Puella Magi Madoka Magica: Visionary

Ghosts and the damned

"Japan is composed mostly of mountainous regions. The highest mountain is the Mount Fuji. Yuma, can you show me on the map in this book the location and the height of it?"

On a sunny day, Oriko was teaching Yuma in the park. Always when the weather was favorable, the classes took place outdoors, sitting on an extended towel over the ground. Accompanied with tea and delicacies, it remembered much a picnic.

"Hmmm..." The little girl, wearing a hat, slid her trembling fingers on the drawing of the Japanese islands in the book. "H-Here..." Although she found what she wanted, she lacked air to formulate the answer.

"Yuma?" Oriko took out a handkerchief and dried the sweaty face of her protegee.

"Big love."

Oriko turned her attention to Kirika, who was sitting beside the basket of food.

"It wasn't a good idea to bring her here." Kirika said, with her face full of apprehension.

"It's... okay papa." Yuma was breathing hard. "Ah... I can't... keep missing classes."

"See Kirika?" Oriko smiled. "She is being more responsible than you."

"Oriko, please..." Kirika pleaded. However, the only answer she received was a hostile look of her loved one. The concern had been replaced by sadness as she lowered her head.

"It's 3776 meters high and... and..." Yuma took a little air before continuing. "... and is here, near the capital."

Seeing that Yuma had returned to their studies, Oriko turned her attention to the book. "Very good. You say 'near', but how much? Can you tell me the distance between the mountain and Tokyo?"

Yuma nodded, but before she tried to answer, she went to pick a glass containing tea. Unfortunately, she was so weak she could not lift it and almost dropped.

"Leave that to me." Oriko took the glass and brought to the mouth of Yuma. "No need to struggle. If you need something, just ask. Now drink."

The girl sipped the liquid slowly.

"Your lips are dry, I should have paid more attention." Oriko noticed.

Before the glass was taken out of her mouth, Yuma started coughing violently. The cup fell and ended up spilling tea on the book.

"Sorry! You chocked? "Oriko moved closer, worried.

"GGGGNNNNN!" By contracting all the muscles of the face and arching the body, Yuma convulsed and fell to the ground, making the hat to detach from her head.

Oriko sought to aid her. "Yuma?! YUMA!"

"Oh no!" Kirika stood up. "I knew this would happen!"

When the body of Yuma relaxed, her left hand opened slowly. Inside it was a soul gem completely corrupted. In the midst of darkness inside the gem, a pulsating light danced as if it was looking for a way out.

Seeing this, the eyes of Oriko grew. "Kirika, bring the cubes."

"Oriko..."

Oriko looked at Kirika.

The girl was in tears. "No..."

Oriko gritted her teeth. "Kirika! Bring the cubes, please!"

The request only made the tears of Kirika spurt with more intensity.

"Ki... Ki..." Oriko shook her head, twitching eyes, confused. "Bring... please."

Kirika began to sob. "We don't have cubes." And between each sob she repeated. "We don't... we don't... we don't..." Until she turned and started running away.