Dedicated to all those who stand up for peace in the world, striving for a world free of injustice
Nothing remained in the Maho-Do except for a mysterious, forgotten book, abandoned on the floor, already covered in a thick layer of dust. The once lively shop, filled with the sounds of magic and laughter, now stood eerily still, its windows fogged up from years of neglect. The familiar warmth that had always filled the space was gone, replaced by an unsettling quiet. Time had woven its silence into the walls, leaving only echoes of the past behind.
It was a bright, sunny day in Misora, just days after Doremi and her friends had graduated. The town bustled with life, yet for Doremi, everything felt oddly distant. Time had passed, and with it, the reality of change settled in. Doremi hadn't seen her friends in weeks—maybe months. She had grown accustomed to the new, quieter rhythm of life, but a part of her still longed for the familiar faces and the shared adventures. The ache of nostalgia tugged at her heart, whispering of days when magic was more than just a dream.
As the days stretched on, however, something strange began to happen. One by one, her friends started to return, each with their own stories and reasons.
First, Hazuki appeared one afternoon, her smile as wide as ever, carrying her violin case and a stack of sheet music. Then came Aiko, back from Osaka to visit her childhood friend, her voice still full of laughter and warmth. Onpu followed soon after, fresh off the last leg of her idol concert tour, her purple hair shining under the sunlight. And finally, Momoko, who had returned from New York City, stood before Doremi with her signature bright grin, excitement bubbling in her voice.
"DOREMI-CHAN! POP-CHAN!" Aiko shouted, her voice carrying across the street as she waved wildly, her laughter echoing. "WE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"
Before Doremi could even react, Hazuki, Aiko, Onpu, and Momoko had all rushed toward her and Pop, enveloping them in a big, joyful group hug. The warmth of their embrace felt so familiar, like no time had passed at all. It was the kind of moment that made Doremi feel like everything was right again.
"It's been weeks, even months, since we parted ways," Hazuki said, her voice soft with nostalgia as she pulled back from the hug, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
"We know," Doremi replied with a smile, feeling her heart swell. "It's good to see you all again."
"Anything special going on?" Momoko asked, her tone light, though she switched to English to add a little flair to her words.
"No, just the usual boring stuff," Doremi answered, shrugging. She felt a little embarrassed admitting that life had been rather uneventful without her friends around.
"I was still in elementary school, doing the usual stuff too," Pop added, grinning up at everyone. It seemed like the days of magic and mischief were a distant memory for her, but the spirit of adventure hadn't quite left her either.
The group stood in a comfortable silence for a moment, just taking in the fact that they were all back together again. But the familiar spark of curiosity soon flickered in their eyes.
"We'll have to check the Maho-Do," Onpu said, her voice full of intrigue. "I wonder what Majorika and Hana are up to this time."
"Same old, same old," Hazuki said with a knowing smile, though her tone carried a hint of excitement at the thought of the familiar chaos that always seemed to find them when they were together.
"Pop, do you want to come?" Doremi asked, looking down at her little sister, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She knew Pop would never turn down an opportunity to return to the world of magic.
"Sure!" Pop replied eagerly, her face lighting up at the thought of the old shop. "Let's go!"
With that, the group turned toward the Maho-Do, ready to rekindle their bond, to discover what new surprises awaited them, and to bring a little more magic back into their lives.
As they arrived at Maho-Do, everything felt strangely familiar yet different. The shop was still empty, just like when they parted ways with Majorika, Lala, and Hana. The quiet seemed to echo in the air, almost as though the shop was waiting for them to return.
Doremi pushed open the creaking door, the scent of old parchment and herbs washing over them. Dust motes danced in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Shelves lined with forgotten trinkets and jars stood like silent sentinels. The warmth they had once known lingered faintly beneath the layers of dust, as if the shop itself had been holding its breath, waiting.
As the Ojamajos began to explore the place, they discovered something unusual tucked away on one of the shelves—a strange book they had never seen before. Its cover was richly decorated, filled with mysterious symbols and intricate designs. The book seemed almost alive, like it was beckoning them to uncover its secrets.
Curious, the girls gathered around and began flipping through the pages. The air was filled with whispers of ancient knowledge as they read. Each page seemed to shimmer beneath their fingertips, revealing glimpses of spells long forgotten. But before they could get deeper into the book's contents, a loud bang echoed from the front door, making them jump.
"Hey! That is the Queen's book!" a voice shouted from outside, full of urgency.
The Ojamajos froze for a moment. That voice. It was unmistakable.
"Majorika!" Doremi gasped, her heart leaping with excitement.
The door creaked open, revealing Majorika, looking a bit out of breath but as cheerful as ever. And behind her, a familiar figure appeared—Hana, dressed in her signature white outfit, with Lala floating gracefully beside her in her fairy form.
"Chīsu!" Hana exclaimed, her bright eyes lighting up at the sight of Doremi.
Before anyone could say another word, Hana ran forward and threw her arms around Doremi, hugging her tightly.
"Welcome back, Hana!" Doremi said tearfully, her voice full of emotion. It had been so long since they had been together, and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the warmth of their reunion.
One by one, Hazuki, Aiko, Onpu, Momoko, and even Pop rushed forward to join the hug, all of them laughing and shedding happy tears as they reunited with their dear friend.
"Well, looks like we're back on track," said Lala, her voice filled with relief as she watched the scene unfold.
"Definitely," Majorika agreed with a smile, her sharp eyes softening for a moment.
But then, Majorika's tone shifted, becoming a little more serious. "I want you to restore this place to how it was before," she said, nodding toward the shop.
The Ojamajos looked at each other, determined.
"Okay!" they replied in unison, eager to help.
The girls quickly set to work. They dusted off every corner of the Maho-Do, mopping the floors and rearranging the shelves. They carefully stacked up the items they had once sold, making sure everything was in its rightful place. It felt like returning home after a long time away, and the familiar sights of the shop brought a sense of peace to their hearts.
Once the restoration was complete, the Ojamajos collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted but satisfied. They looked to Majorika, eager to learn more about the mysterious book.
"Majorika, can you tell us more about this book?" Doremi asked, her curiosity piqued.
Majorika smiled knowingly and nodded. "This book is no ordinary book. It documents every artifact from each country. The world, as you know, has 193 countries—plus two observer countries. Each artifact in the book contains a unique power, and some of them even share similar abilities. Others are products of the modern era, though their origins are just as fascinating."
"Wait, 193? I thought there were only 190," Aiko said, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Shut up! We are in a floating timeline!" Majorika responded angrily, breaking the fourth wall as she glanced directly at the girls, causing everyone to giggle.
Doremi's thoughts then drifted to Beth, her curiosity growing. "I wonder how Beth is doing..." she mused softly.
Majorika picked up on Doremi's thoughts and smiled knowingly. "There are Ojamajos and Ojamahotsukais all over the world," she explained. "Ojamahotsukai are young wizard apprentices, much like Ojamajos, but they're regular young boys instead of girls. Each country has its own Ojamajo or Ojamahotsukai."
"Ojamahotsukai?" the Ojamajos all echoed, intrigued.
"Yes," Majorika continued, "they're just like you, but they serve different roles in their countries. They may not always appear in the same way as Ojamajos, but their customs and duties are equally important. You might not meet them, but I assure you that one day you will learn about their countries and how they operate."
"Wow, that is so interesting," Onpu said, her eyes wide with fascination.
"You may not travel to meet them all, but world culture is an extraordinary thing to explore," Lala added, a dreamy smile crossing her face. "And the history... there's so much to learn."
"Should we pack up our bags and travel around the world?" Pop asked excitedly, her voice full of energy.
Majorika nodded. "Yes, but make sure to inform the Witch Queen and the Witch King about this book," she said. "There are only two copies, I think. I'd be worried if the Queen discovered that her book is missing."
The Ojamajos, now filled with excitement, jumped up from their seats. "THANK YOU, MAJORIKA! THANK YOU, LALA!" they all shouted together.
Outside the Maho-Do, Kaori Shimakura stood by the window, looking out with wide eyes. She had just overheard the Ojamajos talking about their upcoming adventure, and the news left her in shock. The classmates she had known were about to embark on a journey around the world. It felt surreal.
Quickly, Kaori grabbed her cellphone and dialed Reika Tamaki's number. "Tamaki, let everyone know we need to set up a farewell party. The girls are leaving Japan to travel the world," she said urgently.
"Okay, but please hurry," Tamaki replied. "We need to get everything organized. I'll let the others know."
The news spread quickly throughout Misora, and soon, people everywhere were buzzing with excitement. Many were shocked, especially those who had known the girls so well. It seemed like the Ojamajos' journey was just beginning, and no one knew exactly what adventures awaited them.
One hour later…
At Doremi and Pop's home, the two were busily packing their suitcases, tossing clothes and essentials into bags in anticipation of their world tour. The room was filled with excitement as Doremi ran around, her arms full of different travel-sized items, occasionally dropping one or two as she tried to juggle everything at once. Pop was humming a little tune while carefully trying to fit her magic wand into her bag, making sure not to forget her favorite plush toy tucked neatly at the top.
Haruka entered the room, noticing the whirlwind of activity. "Doremi, Pop, what are you two doing?" she asked with a warm smile, standing at the door.
"We're going to travel around the world!" Doremi and Pop said in unison, their faces glowing with excitement.
Haruka chuckled softly, stepping further inside. "That's wonderful! I've brought your phones, just in case you need to call me or your dad while you're on the road. And don't forget to send me lots of pictures!"
Just then, Keisuke entered the room, a nostalgic look on his face. He had been standing quietly by the door, listening to the conversation. "When your mother and I were young," Keisuke began, his voice gentle, "we had dreams of traveling around the world too. I've been to some amazing places. When you travel, you'll learn so much more about the world, and the best part is meeting new people and respecting their cultures."
He smiled, reminiscing. "I was 17 when I went to Munich for Oktoberfest in 1987. There, I learned some German, tried their food, and immersed myself in the local customs. It was a life-changing experience. But don't worry, I'll save all the stories for when you go to Germany yourself."
"Wow, Mom, Dad, really?" Doremi said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "We'll try our best. Plus, I really want to see how steak tastes around the world!"
The Harukazes laughed heartily, exchanging looks that spoke of love and support for their daughters' adventure. Haruka knelt down to Pop's height, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "Pop, make sure to take care of your sister, alright? And don't forget to write in your diary every day. Those memories will be precious someday."
Pop nodded eagerly, clutching a small pink diary in her hands. "I will, Mom!"
Keisuke's voice softened. "Remember, girls… the world is vast, but no matter how far you go, home will always be here waiting for you."
At Hazuki's house, the atmosphere was quieter. Hazuki, alone in her room, carefully packed her violin into its case, checking the strings one last time. Her fingers traced the smooth wood, lingering on the instrument that had been her constant companion for years. She was quiet, a little sad, as she thought about the journey ahead.
"I'm going to miss my friends," Hazuki whispered softly to herself, staring out the window as the evening stars began to appear.
Her mother, Reiko, knocked gently on the door before entering, a concerned look in her eyes. "Hazuki, what's wrong?"
Hazuki turned, her eyes welling up. "Mom… I'm excited to see the world, but... what if I feel lonely without everyone? What if I can't make new friends?"
Reiko's expression softened, and she walked over, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Hazuki, I know you're worried, but think of all the people you'll meet. You'll see the world with new eyes, and they'll teach you things you never imagined. That's part of the beauty of it."
Akira appeared at the doorway, his gentle smile reassuring. "Hazuki, you've always touched people's hearts with your music. Wherever you go, your violin will speak for you. It will help you connect with others in ways words sometimes can't."
Hazuki's face brightened as she hugged her parents tightly. "Thank you, Mom, for the wonderful advice. Thank you, Dad, for inspiring me to meet new people and learn about the world."
Reiko smiled, her eyes glistening. "Look up at the stars, sweetie. You'll see that the world needs you, someone who can share the beautiful music of our culture. You're an incredible violinist, Hazuki, and I know you'll touch the hearts of everyone you meet with your music."
As the family stood together, they gazed at the stars, feeling the deep connection between them and the vast world awaiting Hazuki's talents.
Meanwhile, at Aiko's house, the Senoos were sitting down to a hearty Osaka dinner, filled with laughter and stories. The warm scent of okonomiyaki filled the room, wrapping the family in a comforting embrace.
"Aiko, you're right," Souichi Okamura said, his voice filled with reflection. "No one should be blamed for deaths. I realize now that traveling can heal wounds, even ones as deep as the ones I carry. I should never have dismissed your mother's advice, and I apologize for that."
Atsuko placed a comforting hand on his. "Your grandma, Souichi, had already traveled all across Japan after your father and I got back together," she said softly. "She did it to honor our heritage and move forward, bringing a piece of our culture wherever she went."
Kouji, always the practical one, added with a grin, "Tomorrow, my colleagues and I will take you and your friends to a hotel. I've heard that you all are planning a big world tour. I'm sure you'll face challenges, but I believe in all of you. You've got this."
Aiko smiled warmly, her heart swelling with gratitude. "I know, Dad. I see what you mean. I'll do my best to make you proud."
"Have you packed everything?" Kouji asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful grin.
Aiko winked and gave a thumbs up. "Yup!"
The family shared a hearty laugh, their bonds stronger than ever. As the night wore on, the Senoos enjoyed one last peaceful evening together before Aiko set out to chase her dreams across the world.
At Onpu's house, the warm afternoon sun cast soft rays through the curtains, illuminating the neatly packed suitcase by the bed. Onpu was already packed, her heart dancing between excitement and nervousness as she chatted with her father via video call. Her violet eyes sparkled, reflecting the dreams that were just within reach.
"Alright, world tour! I can't wait!" Onpu exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "Finally, I can show the world my songs and see the places that inspire the music I've always dreamed of sharing!"
"That's great, Onpu!" Tsuyoshi said from his end of the video call, holding his phone while standing in a bustling Shinkansen station in Hokkaido. The background noise of announcements and chattering passengers filled the air, a sign of his own busy schedule. "The world will love you, I'm sure of it. Just be yourself, and your music will touch people's hearts."
Miho, standing beside him with a gentle smile, leaned into the frame. "But Onpu, remember, you need to learn about the music of different cultures. While you're popular here, some parts of the world might not know who you are. Embrace their styles, and you'll grow as an artist. To help you, I've brought some international CDs from different cultures. These will give you a sneak peek at the kind of music you'll encounter in your travels."
Onpu's eyes widened in awe as Miho held up a small stack of CDs, their covers adorned with vibrant artwork from distant lands. "Wow! Thank you so much! I can't wait to hear how music sounds all over the world!"
Miho placed one of the CDs in the player, and the room filled with foreign melodies—soft Spanish guitars, rhythmic African drums, and the soulful notes of Middle Eastern flutes. Each note seemed to open a doorway to a new experience, stirring Onpu's imagination.
Meanwhile, at Momoko's house, the air buzzed with anticipation. Momoko excitedly flipping through travel brochures and maps while she communicates to her childhood friend, Beth, via video chat on her PC desktop.
"Congrats, my friend!" Beth shouted, her voice full of excitement as she waved a small American flag playfully. "You're going on the adventure of a lifetime!"
"Thanks!" Momoko replied with a grin, her heart racing in anticipation. "It still feels like a dream. I can't believe it's finally happening!"
As they chatted, Beth's eyes wandered to the table where Momoko's Tap rested beside her packed suitcase. She leaned in dramatically, her gaze flickering toward another object. "Hey! I ha—" she paused with a playful gasp, "—ve a compliment! Nice luggage you've got here!"
Momoko chuckled, shaking her head at her friend's antics. "Thank you! I picked it out just for this trip."
Beth's playful demeanor softened as she leaned in a little closer to the screen of her phone. "So, Momoko… when you come back to NYC for a while, would you visit me? You can tell me everything about your trip, and maybe we can have another cupcake baking session like old times."
Momoko's smile wavered slightly, a bittersweet note in her voice. "Yeah… but my friends and I have a lot of countries to explore first. It'll be a while..."
Just then, Minori entered the room, carrying a sleek new camera with a proud smile. The black strap dangled from her fingers, the lens glinting in the sunlight.
"Momoko, you can't travel without taking photos!" Minori said with a wink. "This camera will capture every beautiful moment. And when you're done, your friends will want to relive it through your pictures."
Momoko's eyes lit up as she gently took the camera, turning it over in her hands. "Well… thank you, Mom," she said in English, her voice warm with gratitude.
Kenzou, who had been quietly observing from nearby, stepped forward with a proud smile. "I'm sure your photos will tell the story of every country you visit. Your journey is something special, and those memories will be worth more than anything."
Momoko beamed, feeling a swell of gratitude in her chest. She carefully aimed the camera at her mother and clicked the shutter, capturing the moment. The photo would be the first of many—a snapshot of love and support before the adventure of a lifetime began.
Meanwhile, in the Witch World, the Witch Queen and the Wizard King sat together in the grand, blightly-lit hall of the castle, deep in conversation about the delicate task of restoring harmony between the witches, wizards, and humans. The hall's towering crystal windows shimmered with the soft glow of enchanted light, casting gentle patterns across the marble floor. Ancient banners depicting the long history of the magical realms hung from the vaulted ceiling, their embroidered sigils swaying as if whispering forgotten secrets.
Their voices echoed softly through the air, a blend of old wisdom and new hope.
"Your majesties!" Majosullivan's voice cut through the tranquility, his tone hurried yet respectful as his steps echoed down the hall.
The Witch Queen, with her graceful bearing, turned her gaze toward him. The delicate gold filigree of her crown caught the light as she inclined her head. "Is something wrong, Majosullivan?" she asked, her tone soft yet commanding, as if her very presence could quell any storm.
The Wizard King, wise and composed, also looked up from his thoughts. His piercing amber eyes shone beneath the brim of his ornate, wide-brimmed hat. "Is everything alright, Majosullivan?" he asked, his baritone voice a calming balm that seemed to steady the very air.
Majosullivan stepped forward, holding his hands together in a gesture of formal urgency. "Did one of you leave your book?" he inquired, his eyes scanning the room with concern. A single bead of sweat glistened on his brow, betraying the weight of the matter.
"No. I have kept my own copy of it in my library," the Wizard King replied, his voice clear and measured. "It is secured in a place where only trusted eyes may view it."
The Witch Queen's eyes darkened with thought as she folded her hands over her lap. "I did, but for good reason." Her gaze became distant, as if her mind reached beyond the castle walls. "Before Majorika arrived in Misora, I instructed her to bring that book when she opened the Maho-Do. The human world is filled with powerful artifacts—each one unique to its country, its people. I told her that this book would be the guide—one that would help identify and track down these relics. It must be in the hands of someone with the knowledge and ability to seek them out."
A hush fell over the hall as her words lingered, heavy with purpose. Even the soft flicker of the enchanted torches seemed to dim in reverence.
"You see, when all these artifacts are gathered, witches, wizards, and humans can begin to understand one another—truly understand each other's strengths and weaknesses. Only then will true peace and harmony be possible. Once the artifacts are collected and brought to me, they will belong to the collector, or collectors, regardless of their size or power. What matters is the unity they will bring."
Her voice softened as she continued, her gaze now focused on the horizon beyond the castle windows. The distant peaks of the Witch World's crystal mountains and lush hills glimmered in the fading light. "I will call upon the Witch Senate to discuss the contents of the book. The Wizard King and I will discuss the wizards who have chosen to live amongst humans, for their paths must be examined carefully. There may be much to learn from their choices."
A quiet murmur spread through the room as the weight of her revelation settled upon those present.
Before anyone could respond, Aikatsuki, Fujio, Leon, and Tooru approached, their steps light yet purposeful. Their cloaks fluttered gently behind them, marked with the sigils of their respective magical lineages. Their faces bore the seriousness of the task they were about to undertake, but beneath that gravity glimmered an undeniable curiosity.
"These wizards lived in the human world, Dad," Aikatsuki said, addressing the Wizard King with a respectful nod. "We actually learned about them after researching the history books in the library. Their existence is more than just a legend—they are a part of history, one we've only begun to uncover."
Ojijide, the elder wizard with an air of deep knowledge, entered the hall with deliberate grace. His weathered face bore the marks of countless years of study, and the faint glint of his glasses added an aura of wisdom.
"We've studied the fates of these wizards, your majesties," Ojijide said, adjusting his glasses with a knowing smile. "Apparently, they either chose to live among humans, blending into their world, or followed a path similar to that of the witches—they opened their own Maho-Dos. They did not remain secluded; they integrated, shaped their lives in ways that were once unimaginable."
As the conversation unfolded, the heavy wooden doors creaked open, and Oyajide stumbled into the room, his wild hair even more unruly than usual. His eyes were half-lidded, and the scent of plum wine still clung faintly to his robes—a testament to another long night spent at a karaoke gathering with the other witches.
"What's going on?" Oyajide asked, rubbing his eyes, his voice thick with exhaustion. Despite his disheveled state, curiosity flickered in his gaze.
The Witch Queen's lips curved into a gentle smile, a rare warmth breaking through her usual poise. "You'll have to find out, Oyajide," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "It seems we're on the brink of something important. Aikatsuki, Fujio, Leon, Tooru... I need you to go to the human world. Let the girls know that I wish to see them. We need to discuss the artifacts and the wizards who have lived amongst humans. Their choices have implications for us all."
The four young wizards exchanged nods, their expressions resolute. With swift, practiced movements, they bowed deeply to the Witch Queen and the Wizard King before making their way to the enchanted courtyard. Their enchanted carpets unfurled with a whisper of ancient magic, shimmering beneath the pale light.
The air hummed with energy as they ascended into the sky, leaving the Witch World behind. Below them, the towers of the castle faded into the horizon. The wind carried their thoughts and hopes to the Ojamajos—of forgotten legends, uncharted relics, and the delicate balance of three worlds now resting in their hands.
At Misora Elementary School, the scene was buzzing with excitement. The corridors echoed with the lively chatter of students preparing for the special day, while the sunlight streaming through the windows cast warm, golden patterns on the floor. Though the main six Ojamajo girls had already graduated, their memories of the school remained alive, like whispers carried by the breeze. Pop, their younger friend and the last of the group still attending, watched with pride as her classmates, along with the former Ojamajo companions, prepared for a special assembly in the gym.
The gymnasium was a kaleidoscope of vibrant decorations—a sea of colorful balloons floated in the air, and shiny ribbons draped across every available surface. Banners were proudly displayed, their bold letters spelling out "Bon Voyage," signaling the celebration of the Ojamajos' upcoming world adventure. The faint aroma of fresh flowers mingled with the scent of anticipation, filling the space with a sense of both farewell and new beginnings.
As the Ojamajos made their way into the gym, they were greeted by familiar faces: Seki, Hinako, Kanako, and Jyunichi. The four of them were busy directing the students, guiding their former classmates in the final touches of the preparations.
"Harukaze!" Seki called out with a warm smile, his glasses glinting under the bright lights. "We heard from Tamaki that you're going to explore the world. So, we decided to throw you a bon voyage banquet!"
Hinako, her arms folded confidently, chimed in. "You're all still so young, but the idea of traveling to distant lands isn't just a dream—it's becoming your reality. We're so proud of you."
Aiko, standing next to her, grinned broadly. "That's exactly right! You've always had the courage to pursue your dreams, and now it's your time to shine."
Jyunichi, always the thoughtful one, nodded thoughtfully. "We'll certainly miss you when you're gone, but we know you'll keep in touch. You'll be telling us all sorts of amazing stories, right? The world's a big place, and it's round, after all."
Kanako, with a soft smile, added, "And remember, your friends here are wishing you all the best of luck on this incredible journey."
The Ojamajos smiled at their former teachers, their hearts warmed by the gesture. The nostalgia in the air was palpable—a reminder of how much they'd grown and how far they'd come. However, just as they were about to express their gratitude, a familiar voice rang out.
"Dojimi!"
Kotake's voice cut through the chatter, and he sprinted toward Doremi with an urgent look on his face. "Before you head out on your world tour, there's something important you should know. It applies to all of you—your best friends and your little sister too. You have to be careful! Disasters can strike without warning, there are bad people out there, and don't forget about the dangers to your health that can arise in unfamiliar places. But I'm sure you know all of this already."
Doremi blinked, taken aback by his concern, before a small smile tugged at her lips. "Kotake... always looking out for everyone, huh?"
"That's right," Natsumi added, joining Kotake. "And there are many different customs to keep in mind, depending on where you go. Each place has its own set of traditions and rules."
"Wouldn't it be wonderful if you could send us photos or videos of these customs?" Nobuaki piped up, his voice filled with excitement. "I can't wait to see what you discover!"
"Thank you so much for your advice," Hazuki responded, her expression full of gratitude as she gave a small nod. "We'll be sure to stay safe and keep in touch."
After leaving the school, the Ojamajos—Doremi, Hazuki, Aiko, Onpu, Momoko, Hana, and Pop—found a quiet spot beneath a cherry blossom tree. The petals danced in the wind, creating a gentle pink snowfall around them. They began to discuss their upcoming adventure, eagerly planning what lay ahead. However, before they could go further, they were interrupted by the familiar, but unexpected, arrival of FLAT4.
"I see you're traveling the world, right?" Fujio asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as he stepped forward.
"Yes, we're exploring how our planet functions," Hazuki answered, smiling warmly. "It's going to be quite an experience."
Leon, looking intrigued, asked, "Have you made all the necessary preparations for your travels? I mean, have you packed your magical items?"
"Of course!" Aiko replied with a cheerful laugh. "We've got our crystal balls and Taps ready to go!" She paused, looking at them with a hint of confusion. "But wait—why are you all here?"
Aikatsuki stepped forward with a serious expression. "The Witch Queen and the Wizard King have sent us to talk to you about your journey. They want to discuss not just the magical items you'll be taking with you, but also the fate of wizards like us."
Tooru, always quick with a solution, grinned mischievously and added, "Before we go on about that, we have something that might be familiar to you... and Pop, you've got three brand new Taps!"
Pop's eyes lit up, and she bounced with excitement. "Three new Taps? For me?!"
"And Hana," Tooru continued, turning to the youngest Ojamajo, "you now have your own Tap. You can transform without needing the support of your friends' Magical Stages anymore!"
"Wow, thank you so much, Tooru!" Pop exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.
"Yay! Now Hana-chan can transform on her own!" Hana cheered, jumping up and down with joy.
Doremi gave her little sister a big smile. "That's amazing, Pop! I'm so proud of you."
With that, Akatsuki reached into his backpack and pulled out a variety of Taps—the ones that the Ojamajos had used over the years. He began tossing them toward the girls with precision, ensuring each of them caught their magical item. Doremi, Hazuki, Aiko, Onpu, Momoko, and Pop each caught their Taps, selecting the ones that suited them best. The remaining Taps were packed into their bags for safekeeping during their travels.
Hana, still holding her newly-modified Compact, grinned widely as she prepared to join the adventure. It was a new chapter for her, one where she could stand on her own.
"Pretty Witch Doremi-cchi!"
"Pretty Witch Hazuki-cchi!"
"Pretty Witch Aiko-cchi!"
"Pretty Witch Onpu-cchi!"
"Pretty Witch Momo-kocchi!"
"Pretty Witch Hana-chan-cchi!"
"Pretty Witch Pop-cchi!"
Together, they summoned their brooms by tapping their Taps, their magic sparking as they did so. For Hana, she chanted her own phrase: "Pororin Pyuarin, Nikoyaka ni!" As she spoke the words, her broom appeared, and she jumped onto it, ready for her own adventure.
With excitement bubbling in their hearts, the Ojamajos mounted their brooms, their hands gripping the handles with a familiar sense of anticipation. FLAT4, meanwhile, settled comfortably onto their magic carpets, the fabric shimmering under the sun's warm glow. Together, they soared into the sky, their hearts racing with joy as the Witch World awaited them once more.
As they flew, the familiar landscape unfolded beneath them. The lush, rolling hills stretched out like a patchwork quilt of green and gold, while winding rivers snaked through the valleys, glinting under the sunlight. Sparkling lakes mirrored the sky, creating an ethereal reflection of the world above. Everything was just as they remembered—yet this time, something felt different. The sky, once a simple canvas of blue and clouds, now stretched wide with a deeper, more vivid hue, evoking memories of past adventures.
The world below them had transformed. Towering, futuristic buildings lined the streets, their sleek designs reflecting the advancements the realm had undergone. Hovering platforms and crystal-clear tubes crisscrossed through the skies, carrying witches and fairies on their daily commutes. Despite the technological progress, certain landmarks stood timeless—like the majestic castle rising proudly in the distance, a beacon of history and tradition amidst the evolution of this magical realm.
The Witch World had grown, becoming a melting pot not just for witches and fairies, but for countless other beings. Mythological creatures—dragons soaring lazily in the distance, ethereal beings of light, and even aliens with shimmering, translucent skin—filled the skies and streets. The air itself seemed charged with excitement, promising new adventures, new challenges, and new alliances waiting to be forged.
As they flew past the Wizard World, the Ojamajos took note of how it had been completely restored following the Witch Queen's heartfelt apology to the Wizard King. What was once a land marked by conflict had become a place of renewal. New lands stretched out across the horizon, and elegant buildings dotted the landscape. Yet despite the beauty of the restored city, an eerie stillness hung in the air. The streets were empty, the buildings quiet—as if the world itself was holding its breath.
"Akatsuki, why are the new buildings empty?" Onpu asked, her brow furrowing with curiosity.
Akatsuki, ever the enigma, offered a small, knowing smile. "The Witch Queen and my father will explain it to you soon. They have their reasons."
The group continued their flight, the wind rushing past their faces, until Witch Frog Village came into view. But even here, the changes were undeniable. The once small village now boasted newly constructed huts, some rising high into the air like miniature towers. The scent of fresh herbs and sweet pastries wafted through the streets. Yet despite the growth, something was missing—the familiar faces of Majorika, Majoreed, Majoume, Majomatsu, and Majotake were nowhere to be seen.
Curiosity led the Ojamajos and FLAT4 to land in the village. They walked through the bustling streets, where witch frogs bustled about, tending to their shops and homes. They approached one of the new inhabitants, a cheerful witch frog with speckled green skin and a bright scarf wrapped around her neck.
"Excuse me," said Momoko, her voice gentle but filled with curiosity. "But what's going on here?"
The witch frog let out a hearty laugh, her eyes twinkling. "Ah, the curse has been lifted, yes. But we've chosen to remain frogs. It's… a new way of living for us. And honestly, we find it quite peaceful. But don't worry—whenever we wish, we can turn back into our normal selves."
"My name is Majo Puddle," the frog continued with a grin. "Let me show you around the new Witch Frog Town. It used to be called 'Witch Called Village,' but now, it's grown, so we thought the name should reflect that."
Doremi laughed, the familiar feeling of adventure bubbling up inside her. "Thanks for the offer, Majo Puddle, but we're in a bit of a hurry. Maybe next time!"
"No problem!" Majo Puddle replied with a warm, understanding smile. "Come back anytime!"
With a wave, the Ojamajos and FLAT4 continued their journey. As they flew further, the Love Supreme Forest came into view, its flora more vibrant and alive than ever before. The trees towered high, their leaves shimmering in hues of gold and emerald. Crystal-clear streams wove through the undergrowth, their waters carrying whispers of ancient magic.
Beneath one of the massive trees, Majotourbillon and her fairy companion, Baba, sat in quiet contemplation. The aged witch's fingers traced the worn edges of a familiar book—the same artifact book the Ojamajos had once found at Maho-Do. Its pages, filled with ancient knowledge, seemed to hum with latent power.
Intrigued, Doremi leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "Majotourbillon, you have the same book?"
"Yes," Majotourbillon replied without looking up, her voice calm yet filled with purpose. "This is an encyclopedia of artifacts—an invaluable resource. There are three copies in total. The one I have is the original edition, but if you seek answers, you'll need to speak to my successor and the Wizard King. They will have more answers than I can provide."
Doremi's eyes widened in excitement. "Wow, that's really interesting! Wait, Majorika told us to see them about our world travels. We actually have the Queen's copy of the book!"
"We're already aware of the Queen's copy," Leon said, appearing at Doremi's side with his usual calm demeanor. "She's already informed us about it. We've been waiting for you."
Akatsuki nodded, his expression serious, his sharp gaze focused. "It's time we take you to the castle. As Majotourbillon mentioned, the Queen and the Wizard King are the ones who can explain everything to you."
The Ojamajos exchanged glances, their minds swirling with questions they could hardly keep contained. "See you later!" they called out in unison, waving to their companions as they and FLAT4 took off once again, their hearts racing with anticipation and wonder.
Majotourbillon returned to her book, the pages turning softly beneath her fingertips. She muttered to herself, her voice low and thoughtful. "Hmm… let me see… ah, here it is..." She paused for a moment, her finger tracing the words on the page, her brow furrowing in concentration. Then, with a decisive movement, she closed the book with a soft thud, her expression shifting to one of quiet contemplation.
"I think you should go to the castle," Baba said, her voice gentle but unwavering, a quiet wisdom in her words. "You're connected to that book, Majotourbillon. You know this is where things lead."
Majotourbillon looked up, her eyes clouded with thought. She nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of Baba's words. She stood, closing the book with a deliberate motion and tucking it under her arm as she prepared herself for the journey ahead. "You're right, Baba. Let's go."
With a shared glance, the pair set off, leaving the peaceful Love Supreme Forest behind. The trees, with their sparkling leaves and ethereal glow, seemed to bid them farewell as they made their way toward the distant silhouette of the castle, its stone towers peeking over the horizon. Each step felt heavier than the last, the path ahead growing ever more uncertain, but the pull of destiny was undeniable.
Meanwhile, the Ojamajos and FLAT4 were soaring toward their destination, the wind rushing past them as they flew high above the land.
"So, when are we going to arrive at the castle?" Pop asked eagerly, her voice filled with anticipation. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she could already see the castle rising before them, her heart already racing in expectation.
"Yeah, I can't wait to see Hachitarou, Surumeko, and Atarimeko again!" Aiko added, her excitement contagious. Her grin stretched wide, practically glowing with the promise of reunion.
"In just a couple of minutes or so," Tooru replied, flying ahead, his voice light and teasing. "But hey, at least their takoyakis are amazing!"
The Ojamajos giggled, momentarily distracted by the thought of the delicious food they had once enjoyed, but the weight of their purpose quickly brought them back to focus.
"Everyone, I see the castle!" Hazuki called out, her eyes wide with wonder. She pointed ahead, her voice a mix of awe and relief as the grand, towering structure came fully into view. The massive stone walls, imbued with shimmering magic, reflected the light of the setting sun, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The castle stood as a symbol of both ancient power and deep history, its majesty undeniable.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally landed in front of the castle, the sound of their brooms and carpets settling softly against the ground. The Ojamajos and FLAT4 dismounted gracefully, watching as their brooms and carpets flew off on their own accord, settling nearby with a soft flutter of their magical wings.
"Your majesties! The girls are here!" Fujio's voice echoed across the courtyard, booming with authority and excitement. His presence was commanding, the sound of his words carrying a sense of importance that immediately captured the attention of everyone nearby.
"Alright, this is going to be a bit of a reunion," Fujio continued, his tone now more serious, tempered with a quiet urgency. "You've all moved on from your apprentice duties a long time ago, but this is important. The book you hold belongs to the Queen, and she and the Wizard King have crucial information for you. You need to listen carefully, because everything changes from here."
The Ojamajos exchanged looks, the weight of Fujio's words settling heavily in their hearts. They could sense that what was to come would alter their lives in ways they couldn't yet comprehend. With their hearts beating in unison, they gathered themselves and walked forward, their footsteps echoing in the grand hallway as they approached the massive throne room doors.
Inside, they were greeted by an overwhelming number of familiar faces. Some had become old friends, their memories tied to moments of joy and laughter. Others had remained mere shadows in their minds, faint echoes of their past adventures. But there was one face that stood out among the rest—a young woman they did not recognize, yet her presence was undeniable. She stood at the center of the room, her aura filled with an air of mystery and quiet strength, her eyes watching them with a mix of curiosity and knowing.
Standing before them were the Witch Queen and the Wizard King, their regal figures exuding an aura of immense power and wisdom. Alongside them were others they had encountered on their journey—Majoheart, Majodon, Majomiller, Majosullivan, Majoprima, Majosloan, Majoreed, Majovanilla, Majoruka, Mota, Motamota, Dela, Majopi, Majopon, Majoroxanne, Majoririka, Majocross, Majotoron, Majoran, Majotake, Majoume, Majomatsu, Majoparla… and to their surprise, Mirai Sakura stood among them, her presence unexpected but warm.
But it wasn't just these familiar faces that caught the Ojamajos' attention. There were the ghostly creatures from the Level 3 exam—Hehe, Majo Ruka's fairy—hovering in the corners of the room, their ethereal forms adding to the mystical atmosphere. And most importantly, there were the faithful fairies who had stood by their side through thick and thin: Dodo, Rere, Mimi, Roro, Nini, Toto, and Fafa. Their small, glowing forms fluttered around the room, their soft chirps and whispers of magic a welcome sound to the Ojamajos.
The moment was nothing short of magical. It was a grand reunion, an unexpected but joyous gathering of friends and companions who had been separated by time and distance. The air buzzed with a familiar energy—a deep and powerful bond forged through love, laughter, and shared struggles. The sound of voices filled the room, a mixture of warm greetings, lighthearted chatter, and laughter as all the familiar faces came together once more.
The Ojamajos and FLAT4 stood in awe, overwhelmed by the sheer number of loved ones gathered before them. They couldn't believe how much had changed, how much they themselves had grown, but one thing remained constant—the unbreakable bond between them all. No matter how much time had passed, they knew that their connection, their friendship, would always stay the same.
"Dodo?" Doremi's voice trembled, as emotion overwhelmed her, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
"Doremi?" Dodo's eyes mirrored the same raw emotion, glistening with happiness and longing.
Without a second thought, they surged toward each other. The world around them faded into a blur—just the two of them, reconnecting in the most genuine embrace. Their bond, tested through countless trials and shared adventures, had only strengthened over time. In that moment, it was clear: no distance could ever sever what they had.
"Oh, Dodo, I missed you so much!" Doremi whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she pressed her cheek against Dodo's, her heart racing with the sheer relief of being together again.
"I missed you too, Doremi!" Dodo replied, her voice quivering with the same depth of feeling. She clung to Doremi as though she feared this precious moment would slip away, never to return.
Nearby, Hazuki's gaze shifted to the crowd, and suddenly, she froze, her eyes lighting up with recognition. There, standing among the others, was Rere—her fairy, her constant companion.
"Hazuki, where have you been?" Rere's voice rang out with eager warmth, her eyes twinkling as she searched Hazuki's face for answers, for the story of her time apart.
"I've been playing the violin—practicing a lot for performances," Hazuki explained, her voice soft but steady. A gentle smile spread across her face as her heart swelled with joy. "And I've spent time with Masaru. Life's been a whirlwind, but I wouldn't change a thing."
Rere's face lit up with a proud grin. "I'm so glad to hear that! And I bet you sound amazing now!"
Hazuki's smile deepened, her chest swelling with pride. "You know me too well, Rere. You're always so supportive."
Aiko, always ready for a good time, spotted Mimi a little further off and couldn't help but grin.
"Aiko! What's up?" Mimi's voice rang out, brimming with enthusiasm as she waved energetically.
"It's been WAY too long! How's it going, Mimi?" Aiko responded, her voice full of excitement as she waved back.
"Great so far!" Mimi responded with a gleeful spin, her contagious energy lighting up the entire room. "You know me, always busy with something new."
"Fist bump?" Aiko asked, her grin widening, eyes sparkling with fun.
Without hesitation, Mimi threw her hand forward, slapping Aiko's fist with a satisfying thud. The two then extended their arms, high-fiving in perfect synchronization, their laughter echoing in the room.
"Oh yeah!" they both shouted in unison, their voices in perfect harmony, their infectious energy making everyone smile even wider.
Onpu, standing slightly off to the side, watched her friends with a fond smile, but her gaze was drawn to Roro, who stood by, watching the reunion unfold with quiet pride.
"Long time no see, Roro," Onpu called out, her voice warm, walking toward her fairy with a soft smile. "What've you been up to?"
"Actually," Roro's voice rang with pride, her face bright with excitement, "I started a music career, just like you did in the past!" She grinned, her eyes sparkling as she recounted her journey. "It's been tough, but I've learned so much. Every step has been worth it."
"That's amazing!" Onpu's admiration was clear in her voice. "I always knew you had it in you. You've always had that spark, Roro."
Nini, ever the bright presence, caught Momoko's eye across the room. Momoko waved, her face lighting up with joy.
"Nini! How are you?!" Momoko shouted in English, her voice filled with pure excitement.
"I'm doing fine! How about you?" Nini responded in kind, her face lighting up with the same cheerful energy that had always been a trademark of their bond.
"I'm doing great! I graduated elementary school in Japan and…" Momoko paused, her excitement bubbling up, her voice nearly rising to a shout. "I—I—I GRADUATED ELEMENTARY SCHOOL IN AMERICA!" She couldn't contain her joy, and the words spilled out, the proud announcement echoing across the Witch World.
The room erupted into cheers, the energy and pride flooding the space. Applause rang out, and even the fairies couldn't hold back their tears of joy, overwhelmed by how much Momoko had achieved.
"Congrats, Momoko!" Nini cheered, clapping her hands excitedly.
"Thank you! And actually," Momoko's voice took on a new determination, "I'm planning to reopen the New York Maho-Do when we return! I want to give back and make it even better this time."
The other girls and fairies shared knowing glances, their hearts swelling with pride for their friend. They had watched her grow into someone truly remarkable, and they couldn't wait to see what would come next for her.
Meanwhile, Hana's ever-curious gaze landed on Toto, standing a little further away, a proud and composed figure.
"Toto, you look different!" Hana remarked, stepping closer with wide eyes full of curiosity.
"Toto-chan has grown up now!" Toto replied with a beaming smile, standing tall as if to showcase her newfound maturity. "I've learned so much since we last met."
"Wow!" Hana beamed, her eyes full of admiration and awe. "Hana-chan is so impressed with you!"
Toto grinned from ear to ear, clearly pleased with the compliment. "Thanks, Hana-chan!"
Just then, Pop spotted Fafa standing nearby, looking as graceful and poised as ever. Fafa's presence was warm, and her eyes had a quiet gleam of anticipation, as if she were ready for whatever came next.
"Pop-chan! I haven't seen you in a while! Where have you been?" Fafa asked warmly, stepping closer with a gentle smile.
"I've been busy with school at Misora Elementary," Pop replied sheepishly, though there was a calm happiness in her voice. "Doremi and the others are getting ready for middle school, so it's been a bit hectic."
"That's wonderful!" Fafa's eyes twinkled with understanding. "Please give them my best wishes. I'm sure they'll do great!"
Before anyone could say another word, a burst of energy flooded the room as Pao, the white elephant, suddenly charged toward the Ojamajos—Doremi, Hazuki, Aiko, Onpu, Momoko, and Pop—and pulled them into a massive, tight hug. The power of their reunion was so overwhelming, it seemed to stop time itself.
"We missed you, Pao!" the six Ojamajos cried out in unison, their voices filled with emotion as they clung to the giant elephant, tears streaming from their eyes.
"Hana-chan is so proud of Pao!" Hana giggled, her eyes shining with happiness, watching the tender moment unfold.
"Agreed!" Toto added, her voice full of joy. "This is the best!"
The reunion surged forward in full force, a tidal wave of emotion, joy, and love sweeping through the room, carrying everyone along in its wake. For that fleeting moment, it felt as though time had suspended itself, and the world outside stood still. In that space, the bonds of friendship—woven together over countless years of shared memories, adventures, and dreams—felt stronger than ever. It was a reminder of how far they'd come, how their paths had intertwined, and how they had been there for each other through thick and thin. The warmth of this connection enveloped them all, creating a sense of home that transcended time and distance.
The Witch Queen's voice suddenly cut through the air, ringing with authority and commanding attention from everyone present. Her presence alone filled the room, her regal figure exuding power and wisdom. "Girls, please pay attention. We need to discuss something of great importance."
Doremi, always quick to embrace the unknown, perked up immediately. Her eyes, wide and sparkling with curiosity, locked onto the Witch Queen. "What's this about?" she asked eagerly, her voice filled with genuine intrigue.
The Witch Queen's gaze softened, and she continued with an air of solemnity, the weight of her words echoing in the room. "You're familiar with the book I left at the Maho-Do, correct?" she asked, her voice almost conspiratorial. "I didn't leave it there by accident. It was placed with great care, for a reason. I wanted Majorika and Lala to find an apprentice—someone with a heart like yours—to undertake a mission of great significance. The Wizard King will explain the importance of this book and its contents."
As if on cue, the Wizard King stepped forward. His tall, imposing figure radiated a quiet strength, a steady presence that commanded the room's attention. His deep, resonant voice filled the chamber as he began to speak, the gravity of his words settling over everyone. "Centuries ago, after the Bad Cards incident—a story you're all quite familiar with—the world was plunged into chaos. But amid the turmoil, something extraordinary was discovered. A wise wizard named Majotourbillion uncovered a series of artifacts—objects of great power—that remained untouched by the corruption of the Bad Cards. These items were immune to the chaos around them, their magic untainted, their purity preserved."
Doremi leaned forward, her heart racing with excitement. "What do you mean, immune?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder and awe. She could hardly contain her curiosity, her imagination already running wild with possibilities.
The Wizard King's gaze grew distant, as though recalling a long-forgotten time. "Some objects," he explained, "were so imbued with pure magic that the Bad Cards could not touch them. These artifacts retained their true essence, their original power, even as the world around them descended into madness and ruin. They became symbols of hope, reminders that purity and magic could endure even the darkest of times."
Majotourbillion, a figure whose wisdom spanned the ages, nodded in agreement. Her eyes gleamed with a quiet conviction, and her voice, though soft, carried the weight of countless journeys and discoveries. "That is why I began my travels," she said, her voice filled with purpose. "I sought to document these unique objects—these relics of magic that had survived the ravages of time and destruction. But my journey was not just about collecting artifacts. It was about learning, about uncovering the history and the cultures that gave birth to them. George and I traveled the world together, seeking knowledge, studying these treasures, learning their origins and their untold potential. Before Anri was born, we set out across the globe, exploring, documenting, and discovering wonders beyond imagination."
Baba, standing beside Majotourbillion, added her voice to the conversation, her tone laced with wisdom born from years of experience. "As time passed," she explained, "we began to notice a pattern. Every time a new country was recognized on the global stage, a new artifact would emerge. Our encyclopedia—a living, breathing record of the world's hidden treasures—would magically update itself, documenting these newly discovered artifacts. This book is no ordinary tome; it is a dynamic, ever-evolving repository of the world's most powerful and enigmatic objects."
Majotourbillion's eyes shone with an inner fire as she continued. "If we can gather all the artifacts," she said, "I will be able to merge the Magical World with the Human World. We can unite witches, wizards, and humans, creating a world where we live in harmony, where our worlds coexist side by side. These artifacts will belong to you—your apprentices—and together, we will weave a future where magic and humanity are bound together in peace."
The Witch Queen's expression shifted, becoming more serious, her gaze intense. The weight of the task at hand pressed heavily upon her, and her voice grew more somber. "But there is more," she said, her tone laden with concern. "The Wizard World is facing a crisis. There simply isn't enough land left to sustain all of us. Over the centuries, our world has slowly shrunk in size, and many wizards have already sought refuge in the human world. Some have opened their own Maho-Dos, while others have chosen to live among humans. Many countries now have apprentice witches and wizards. This is the future of our world."
Hazuki, always quick to grasp the underlying meaning, nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, Majorika and Lala told us about that when we met them last. They mentioned the growing number of apprentices in the human world."
Onpu, her voice tinged with determination, stepped forward, her gaze resolute. "And we'll be meeting more of them along the way," she said, her eyes alight with purpose. "I'm ready for this challenge."
At that moment, the Witch Queen raised her hand and snapped her fingers, a burst of magical energy crackling in the air. A swirling portal appeared above them, its edges flickering with an otherworldly light. Before anyone could react, Majorika and Lala tumbled out of the portal, crashing to the floor with a loud THUD. The Ojamajos gasped in surprise.
"AAAAHHHHH!" Majorika screamed as she collided with the ground, her body sliding slightly from the impact.
"Ouch!" she groaned, rubbing her head as she pushed herself up. "Hey, crowned brat! Don't do that again!"
Lala, looking dazed and disoriented, slowly stood up, blinking around at the group. "Why is everyone here?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion and genuine curiosity.
The Witch Queen, unfazed by the chaotic entrance, calmly explained, "We've gathered to discuss the book and the future of the Wizard World. Your apprentices need to return my copy of the encyclopedia. It is one of the most important magical tomes—not just for witches, but for all beings. I have informed your apprentices that if they collect the artifacts, Majotourbillion will reunite the worlds, bringing witches, wizards, and humans together in peace."
Majorika crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow in skepticism. "And what happens to the artifacts themselves?" she asked, her voice dripping with both curiosity and doubt.
"They will belong to your apprentices," the Witch Queen replied, her eyes twinkling with pride. "And, speaking of belonging… I've made another decision." She smiled knowingly, her lips curling into a knowing expression as if revealing a great secret. "I've decided to allow your apprentices to keep their Taps permanently. The same goes for all apprentice witches and wizards they meet along their journey and those who help your apprentices."
A collective gasp of surprise and excitement rippled through the Ojamajos, their faces lighting up with joy and wonder. The excitement was palpable, filling the room like an electric charge.
"Really?! We get to keep our Taps forever?! YAY!" they cheered in unison, their voices rising in a chorus of joy. The air seemed to vibrate with their excitement as they bounced in place, their hearts racing with exhilaration.
Majorika, always the grounded one, smirked and crossed her arms, her expression amused. "You lucky Ojamajos," she teased. "Looks like you've got a big task ahead of you."
Lala, her eyes sparkling with excitement, beamed at the group. "Well, this is just the beginning of our journey to learn more about the world," she said, her voice full of warmth and wonder.
The Witch Queen nodded gravely, her expression shifting back to one of seriousness. "Know this: No matter what challenges or mysteries you encounter along the way, we will always support you. Good luck, girls."
"Thank you, everyone, for believing in us!" the Ojamajos exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with determination and gratitude, their hearts swelling with purpose. They were ready for whatever lay ahead, whatever the world would throw their way.
Majorika clapped her hands together, bringing the focus back to the mission. "Alright, Ojamajos. Have you got everything packed for your world adventure?"
"Yes!" they all responded eagerly, their voices brimming with enthusiasm and excitement.
Majorika smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "And what's one thing you absolutely need when traveling to collect magical artifacts?"
The Ojamajos fell into thoughtful silence, their minds working to answer the question. After a moment, Momoko's face lit up with realization. "A magical passport!" she exclaimed.
The Witch Queen stepped forward, her hands glowing with a soft, ethereal light. With a flourish, she revealed a set of shimmering passports, each glowing with its own unique color.
"These are the Sekai Passports," she explained, her voice both elegant and proud. "They're blank for now, but as you meet new friends and collect artifacts on your journey, they will be stamped. These stamps will serve as proof of your success. However, you'll still need a regular passport to travel beyond Japan."
The Ojamajos, except for Hana, immediately pulled out their Japanese passports and began flipping through the pages. The only stamps they had were from their previous trip to America.
Hana, however, looked a bit downcast. "Hana-chan doesn't have a regular passport…" she murmured, her face falling slightly in disappointment.
Doremi, ever the thoughtful one, giggled and reached into her bag. "Hana-chan, you forgot yours!" she said with a playful smile, pulling the passport out of her bag and handing it to Hana. "You left it at Maho-Do when you returned to the Witch World after we parted ways. Be more careful next time, okay?"
Hana's face lit up with gratitude as she took the passport from Doremi. "Hana-chan understands, Doremi! Thank you!" she said, her voice full of warmth.
After the meeting in the Witch World concluded, the Ojamajos made their way back to Misora, each one heading to their respective homes to rest and prepare for the journey ahead. Hana's heart was filled with excitement, her thoughts racing with possibilities as she walked briskly towards the Maho-Do. The sun had set, and the streets of Misora were quiet under the dim light of the streetlamps, yet her mind felt alive with the sense of adventure that lay before them. A mix of excitement and nervousness swirled inside her chest as she thought of the magical world that awaited them—so many mysteries, so many places to discover. But what truly gave her confidence was knowing they would be facing it all together.
From tomorrow, their lives will be no ordinary. The Ojamajos had been called upon for a mission unlike anything they had ever faced before, one that was shrouded in mystery and held an importance far beyond their usual magical escapades. They were going to do something monumental—find ancient artifacts that could hold the key to a new chapter in their lives. The weight of that responsibility lingered in the air, but it also fueled their determination. Tonight, as the Ojamajos unwound in their rooms—taking long, relaxing baths to unwind from the day's events, and preparing for a restful night's sleep—the quiet of the night surrounded them, signaling the calm before the storm of adventure.
At Doremi and Pop's house, the soft glow of the moon bathed the room in a gentle silver light, casting shadows that danced across the floor. Doremi sat by the window, gazing out at the night sky. Her Sekai Passport rested gently in her hands, and her fingers traced the golden emblem that decorated the cover, feeling the delicate texture of the leather as if it might hold the answers to the mysteries ahead. A sense of both wonder and gravity settled within her as she allowed herself to drift into her thoughts.
"A world adventure… Finding artifacts…" she whispered to herself, a wide smile stretching across her face. She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest. "It's like something straight out of an Indiana Jones movie," she chuckled softly, imagining herself running through jungles and sneaking into ancient temples. Her eyes sparkled at the thought, full of the excitement that only an adventure of this magnitude could bring. "I wonder when we'll start traveling… Maybe tomorrow, or soon after? Either way, I can't wait."
But then, a new question arose in her mind, one that made her furrow her brow in curiosity. "Also… I wonder how Mirai managed to return to the Witch World, even though she mostly lived here in our world…" she pondered aloud. It had been a lingering mystery in her mind ever since Mirai had come to them with news of their new mission. But before she could delve deeper into it, a wave of exhaustion hit her.
She stretched out on her bed, letting her head sink into the pillow. "Well… I guess I'll figure that out later," she whispered with a small yawn, pulling the covers up to her chin, her eyelids growing heavier. The promise of tomorrow was enough to keep her at peace for now. She closed her eyes, letting sleep take over.
As the Ojamajos drifted into peaceful slumber, their Sekai Passports lay by their sides, resting against the soft fabric of their bedding. Each passport glowed faintly in the dark, casting a soft light that illuminated their surroundings. The beams of pink (for Doremi), orange (for Hazuki), blue (for Aiko), purple (for Onpu), yellow (for Momoko), white (for Hana), and red (for Pop) began to shimmer and intertwine, rising slowly into the air like threads of light connecting them all. These beams, glowing brightly, twirled together, their light weaving a tapestry of magic and fate that converged at the heart of the Maho-Do.
In that sacred space, a soft hum of magic filled the air, resonating with the power of the Ojamajos' combined magic. Something extraordinary was happening, something beyond the ordinary scope of their understanding. The swirling lights condensed and gathered together, forming a new shape—a pink, gold, and silver luggage case. The case was adorned with delicate musical note motifs that shimmered like stars under the moonlight. With a final, gentle pulse of energy, the luggage floated softly down, landing with barely a sound on the wooden floor of the Maho-Do.
The quiet hum of magic settled into a profound stillness. The luggage case stood there, waiting to be discovered—its presence signaling the start of an adventure none of them could have ever predicted. It was a sign that the Ojamajos' fate had already been set in motion, and tomorrow, everything would change.