Hakugyoku Hotel Stockholm Branch – Training Room
May 13, 2021 – Thursday – 5:30 A.M.
Riku's POV
(The following happened in Stockholm before Yuyuko revealed everything to the girls.)
The second day of the Future World Fes was upon us. Well... technically, not just yet. The main event wouldn't begin for another four hours, but my mind was already awake and moving ahead. Yesterday had been a whirlwind—after the meeting with the other band leaders, Johan, Ammar, and I stayed up late polishing the final touches on our performance. It had taken longer than expected, but we managed to iron out everything before calling it a night.
Now, while the others were still asleep, I found myself in the hotel's training room with Youmu. She had asked me to spar with her, claiming she was feeling rusty. I didn't argue. It wasn't often that she asked me directly for help.
"Haaaaa!"
Youmu rushed toward me in an iai stance, her movements sharp and disciplined. I waited, watching carefully for the right moment. As soon as she drew her shinai, I moved—meeting her strike with mine, redirecting her blade upward in a clean parry.
Her eyes widened. "How did—ugh!"
Before she could recover, I shifted my grip and tapped the hilt of my shinai against her stomach, knocking her back with a quick strike. She stumbled and fell onto the mat with a pained gasp.
"I think that'll do for now," I said, lowering my shinai. "You've got a long way to go... but there's progress."
"Y-yeah... cough... That last attack hurt, Riku-kun."
"Sorry. Instinct took over the moment I parried you."
She winced but managed a faint smile. "At least I learned something."
"Good. That's all that matters." I stepped back and set my shinai aside. "You can go ahead without me. I'll stay here a little longer."
She nodded, still catching her breath. "Then I'll head back. Do you want me to prepare breakfast for you and the boys?"
"If you can, please. Something light for the throat."
"Very well."
She bowed slightly before leaving, her footsteps fading down the hall.
The room grew quiet again, leaving only the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. I stretched my arms, about to resume my daily workout, when my phone buzzed on the bench nearby. An unknown number flashed across the screen.
I frowned. "Hmmm... who could be calling me at this time?"
Answering, I pressed the phone to my ear. "Hello?"
"Riku. Good thing you picked up."
The voice was familiar. "Chisato? Why are you using a different number?"
Sure enough, it was her. A glance at the clock made me realize it was about 12:30 p.m. in Japan—lunchtime. But the number...
"This is my private line," she explained. "The number you have is the one I use for Pastel*Palettes. Sorry, I forgot to tell you."
"I'll remember that. But enough about numbers—what made you call me?"
For a moment, she was silent. I heard a faint sigh through the line.
"I talked to Aya-chan and the others... about what we discussed a few weeks ago," she said hesitantly. "And..."
"And?" I prompted.
"You were right. Aya-chan and the others didn't look at me any differently. Instead, they want to help me with what I lack. I guess... this is what it really means to be in a band."
Her voice carried a trace of relief, like a weight had finally lifted.
"I'm glad you opened up to them," I said gently. "Have you practiced Yura Yura with them yet?"
"We did yesterday—right after your performance."
"Oh? Then you must've figured out what you need to do."
"All thanks to you, onii-sama." Her tone softened. "Watching you perform... it made things clear. I finally know what to do."
A smile tugged at my lips. "That's my girl. One quick thing before I hang up—have you all gotten your passports yet?"
"No, not yet..."
"Thought so. I'll ask Yuyuko-san later if she's taken care of that. What you'll need are just your photos for the applications."
"I-I see." She sounded almost embarrassed at the oversight. "Well, I need to get back. Kanon-chan's calling me to return to class. And... good luck, onii-sama."
"Thanks. I'll see you girls here soon."
The line clicked, leaving me in silence once more. I set the phone down, a faint warmth lingering in my chest. Chisato had finally taken that step forward. She was stronger than she gave herself credit for.
I pushed the thought aside and returned to my workout, pushing through a series of push-ups and stretches. A few minutes later, another thought crept into my mind, nagging at me. I walked over to my bag and unzipped it, pulling out a small bundle wrapped in cloth. Inside were the Spell Cards Reimu had sent me.
Some of them were blank, others already inscribed with the traditional spells passed down through my family. I thumbed through the stack, lingering on the empty ones.
"So... she really sent me blanks too," I muttered. "That means I can make original spells of my own."
A spark of excitement flickered in me. I set one of the blank cards on the floor, straightening. Lightning began to crackle along my arms, spreading across my body in faint arcs of blue-white light. I couldn't help but grin.
"Good thing the staff told me this room is soundproof," I said under my breath. "Hopefully it's lightning-resistant too."
~BZZZZZT~
The air sizzled as I let out a pulse of lightning, scattering the energy outward. The walls of the training room absorbed the shock with only a faint hum. No scorch marks. No damage.
"Hmmm. Not bad," I murmured, flexing my fingers as sparks danced between them. "That was only about forty percent of my power, and the room's still intact. Looks like it can take more than I thought."
I picked up the blank card again, my expression tightening with focus.
"Now then... let's begin."
The atmosphere thickened, the faint smell of ozone filling the air as I readied myself to inscribe power into the card. Today wasn't just about music, or even the tournament—it was about pushing myself further. If I could create spells that were truly mine, then maybe... just maybe, I'd be ready for what was coming.
Hakugyoku Hotel Stockholm Branch – Dining Hall
May 13, 2021 – Thursday – 7:00 A.M.
An hour and a half later, my work with the Spell Cards was finished. The results weren't spectacular, but they were solid: two cards—one crafted for offense, the other for defense. Not exactly an arsenal, but enough to feel like I had carved something that was distinctly my own. I couldn't wait to test them in a danmaku battle back in Japan. The thought alone made my blood stir.
After sealing the cards away, I showered quickly and changed before making my way to the dining hall. The room buzzed with life; nearly every band participating in the Fes was gathered, laughter and clatter of cutlery filling the air. The atmosphere felt oddly comforting—like a storm was brewing outside, but in here, everyone was gathering their calm before stepping into the chaos again.
"Riku! Over here!" Taiga waved from across the room. He had saved me a seat, his hand shooting up like he'd spotted me from miles away.
I crossed the hall and sat down, only for Taiga to lean closer. "Where were you, man? We checked your room earlier—you weren't there."
"Forgot to mention," I replied casually, picking up a glass of water. "I wake up at five every morning for training. Habit I can't shake."
"Wait—you work out?" bzm blinked at me as if I'd just confessed to bench pressing cars.
"How else do you think I can haul around my keytar?" I smirked. "It's heavier than most. You boys should think about training too. I'll ask Johan if he can arrange a trainer for you guys. Anyway—enough talk. You ready for day two?"
They all nodded in unison. Their eyes burned with the kind of anticipation that only comes from walking into the unknown with confidence. That fire in them mirrored my own.
Just then, Youmu appeared with a tray, placing it gently in front of me. Sliced apples drizzled with honey, a steaming cup of green tea, and golden French toast greeted me.
"Riku-kun, your breakfast," she said, her tone polite yet steady.
"Looks great. Thanks, Youmu."
Yuragi leaned over, eyeing my plate. "Isn't that food a little... specific? Good for the throat or something?"
I nodded, tearing a piece of toast. "Exactly. Remember the plan from last night? Today's set is going to push me harder—higher pitches, plus screaming. My voice needs to stay sharp, and this kind of meal helps."
The boys exchanged a look but said nothing more as I took my first bite. For a brief moment, I enjoyed the silence. Then I felt it—a presence at my back. Someone creeping closer, trying too hard to mask their footsteps. I waited, pretending not to notice, until the timing felt right. My hand shot back, seizing an arm.
"You'll have to do better than that, Orin."
The culprit froze. Turning, I found myself staring into mischievous red eyes. Fiery hair fell into twin braids tied with black ribbons, the rest of her gothic attire unmistakable. Kaenbyou Rin, one of Satori-san's attendants.
"Told you Riku-sama wouldn't fall for it, Orin," another voice chimed in.
"I thought I almost had him, nya~," Orin grumbled, tugging her arm free.
I smirked. "Good morning to you too, Okuu. And thanks for patrolling last night."
Beside her stood Reiuji Utsuho—Okuu. Her long brown hair swayed slightly as she straightened her green ribbon. She looked proud in her simple shirt and skirt.
"No problem, Riku-sama!" Okuu beamed. "Satori-sama gave the order, and we follow it! Right, Orin?"
"Yup. But I gotta run—I need to wake Satori-sama up, nya~." Orin bounded off with a playful wave.
"Good luck with that," I muttered.
Okuu, still cheerful, added, "Oh yeah, after breakfast, head to the lobby. Someone's waiting for you there."
Someone waiting for me? My brow furrowed. Could it be who Satori-san mentioned last night?
I finished the last of my meal, the honey from the apples still lingering on my tongue, and made my way toward the lobby. The moment I stepped inside, I froze. Two familiar figures stood near the reception desk, their presence commanding yet oddly comforting.
"Ran-san, Meiling-san!" I called out in surprise. "What are you two doing here in Stockholm?"
Ran-san, closed her eyes as she gave me a small nod. "Nee-sama asked me to come as soon as possible. She already foresaw that this would happen."
Beside her, Meiling-san folded her arms with a grin. "Oujo-sama had a feeling something big was going down here. She sent me to help."
So... Remi and Yukari-san both knew. Of course they did. My chest tightened for a moment. Every time I thought I was the one holding the pieces, someone else was always a few steps ahead.
"I'll take you both to the organizers later so we can get everything squared away," I said, recovering quickly. "For now, check in and get settled. I'll handle the rest."
They nodded and moved to the reception desk. I turned away, heading back toward my room to prepare for the day ahead.
On the way, Johan caught me in the hall. "Hey, Riku—those two women who just arrived, who are they?"
"They're the help Satori-san mentioned last night," I answered simply. No reason to overload him with details he didn't need.
Johan gave me a searching look, then nodded. "Got it. Just make sure they don't cause any trouble with the staff."
"I'll take care of it," I promised.
As I walked away, a thought lingered in my mind: if Yukari-san and Remi had already moved their pieces onto the board, then things here were about to get complicated.
And the second day of the Future World Fes hadn't even begun.
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Liquid Studios – Western Europe Branch
May 13, 2021 – Thursday – 9:30 A.M.
Two and a half hours later, the bus carrying the participants arrived at Liquid Studios, the venue for the second day of the Future World Fes Group Stage.
Unlike yesterday's grand stage, Liquid Studios carried a different kind of energy. This was no massive stadium—it was a live house, public yet prestigious, owned by Team Liquid. The place had a reputation for polishing local talent, giving them a stage big enough to be noticed, small enough to feel the fire of the crowd's breath. If you were lucky, you might catch the eye of an international organization. For some bands, this building wasn't just a venue—it was a springboard.
The structure itself could pack 1,200 people on a sold-out night, and with twenty waiting rooms lined across its wings, it was perfectly suited for the grind of tournaments like this. Group B would perform here after us, their own time sealed off with no need for the groups to clash or overlap.
Still, the first thing I noticed wasn't the stage or the space. It was the security. Twice as tight as yesterday. Guards posted at every corner, metal detectors humming, staff pacing briskly. Russia's incident had rattled everyone; China's fallout hadn't helped either. Now, assassins lingering around the edges of the tournament? No organizer wanted that kind of stain added on top.
I led Meiling-san and Ran-san through the bustling lobby to the organizers' table. Their presence drew attention almost immediately. Before I could even finish my introductions, one of the staff froze, pointing at Meiling like he had just seen a ghost.
"S-s-she's the... the 'Immovable Demon Gate'!?"
The room stilled. All eyes shifted toward Meiling. Even Ran looked mildly amused.
One of the security guards frowned, tilting his head. "'Immovable Demon Gate'?"
The staff swallowed nervously but pressed on. "Y-yes. There was an ESL event in Paris years ago. She volunteered for security. One day, a gang tried forcing their way inside the venue. She... well... she beat them so badly they didn't even make it past the doors."
Gasps circled the room. The staff's words picked up momentum as if retelling a legend.
"But the next day, the gang came back with more men. Dozens. Yet none of them got through. Witnesses swore it was like a demon stood before the gates of hell itself, swatting down anyone who dared approach. She never moved from her spot—not once. That's how she earned the title... 'Immovable Demon Gate.'"
The silence that followed was heavy. Even I blinked in surprise. I had known Meiling was the Scarlet Family's gatekeeper and head of security, but that story was on another level.
"...Meiling-san," I finally said. "That really happened?"
Her face flushed faintly as she scratched the back of her head. "Sadly... yes."
The tension broke when the CEO of ESL himself stepped forward. His sharp suit and calm stride made him stand out like a general among soldiers.
"If what this staff member says is true," he said, addressing Meiling, "then we'll be expecting much from you. Frankly, this tournament would've been canceled outright, but Iku convinced me to continue."
Meiling straightened, cupping her hands together in a formal gesture. "I will do my absolute best. As Riku-sama's teacher, I will not fail."
Her words carried conviction. The CEO gave a slow, approving nod before turning to Ran. "And you, young lady?"
Ran inclined her head politely. "I may not fight like Meiling, but I provide support behind the scenes. I am Yakumo Ran—sister of Yakumo Yukari."
The CEO's eyes narrowed slightly at the name. Recognition flashed. "So... you're her sister. That explains much. If Yukari has sent you, then things will proceed more smoothly than I feared." He looked back at me. "Iku, join your band. Staff, take him to his waiting room."
"Yes, sir."
I bowed lightly to Ran-san and Meiling-san before following the staff down the hall. Behind me, I could faintly hear the CEO beginning to issue further instructions to them.
Liquid Studios – OG's Waiting Room
10:00 A.M.
The staff led me to a door marked with OG's emblem. I thanked him with a bow before opening it and stepping inside.
The boys were scattered about, doing what they could to relax before the storm. Some tuned quietly, others lounged with bottled water in hand. A low hum of nerves and anticipation lingered in the air.
"Riku, you made it," Johan greeted, motioning me over. "Now that we're all here, let's go over what we're performing today. But first—here's the lineup order for Day 2." He handed me the printed sheet.
Group A:
Tundra
T1
OG
beastcoast
BOOM RIVALRY
BetBoom
Group B:
Fnatic
Gaimin Gladiators
Team Spirit
TSM
Team Liquid
Thunder Awaken
Ammar let out a short laugh. "At least we didn't pull last this time."
"True," I said, scanning the list. "Third gives us breathing room. Depending on how Tundra and T1 perform, we can adjust accordingly. Still, I'd prefer we aim to perform last once we hit the final day of groups. The crowd's memory sticks stronger with whoever closes."
The others nodded, their expressions sharpening with thought. That was when the knock came—three brisk taps on the door.
One of the staff leaned in, holding a clipboard. "Is Iku here? We'll need his signature before we can proceed."
"Right, almost forgot," I said, standing to take the pen.
The document was straightforward—authorization for the organizers to handle our instruments. They'd be allowed to place and remove them from the stage, as well as handle maintenance and tuning—but only if we were present for the tuning itself.
I scrawled my name and handed it back. "Here."
The staff bowed slightly. "Thank you, and good luck today."
As the door closed, the room seemed to tighten. The paperwork was a formality, but it was also a signal. Day two was officially underway.
I sat back down, glancing at the boys. "Alright. Now—let's lock in. Time to go over the set one more time."
Johan leaned forward, his eyes sharp with determination.
"Now, let's get back to it. I was about to say... me, Riku, and Ammar talked last night. We're going to do that today."
The room fell silent. The only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioning and the muted noise from the crowd outside. Everyone's eyes widened except for me and Ammar—we already knew. My stomach tightened at the mention of it. It had been two long years since I'd last done that. A gamble. A statement. A weapon we had only ever drawn when the stakes were absolute.
Taiga was the first to break the silence. "Wait, are you serious? You said we'd only ever bring that out for the main stage!"
Johan didn't flinch. His voice was steady, firm. "If we want to clinch an upper bracket spot, then we need to show our hand today. We can't afford to play safe." He glanced at me, and I nodded in agreement.
I crossed my arms and pointed toward the television mounted in the corner of the waiting room. "If that's not enough to convince you, take a good look."
The boys turned toward the screen, where Tundra was in the middle of their performance. The stage lighting bathed them in blue and white, the energy electric. But the moment the vocals kicked in, jaws dropped across the room.
Tsutae ni kita yo, kizuato tadatte...
Sekai ni oshitsubusarete shimau mae ni...
It wasn't just the music. It wasn't just the emotion. It was the language. Japanese. Clear, precise, and heartfelt. Tundra had chosen to sing in Japanese.
bzm's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "No way... they're doing Japanese too?!"
I couldn't help but let a small smirk tug at my lips. "Guess Tundra did their homework. Sneyking called me a few months back asking for some Japanese learning modules. I figured he just wanted to expand his skills. Didn't think he'd actually use it for this."
The room buzzed with disbelief. Taiga rubbed the back of his neck, frustration and nerves plain on his face. "So what do we do now? They're basically coming at us with our own style."
Before the tension could spiral, Johan cut in, his voice like a blade slicing through doubt. "Like I said—we use that. It's risky, yeah. But if there's ever a time to take risks, it's now. We strike back on our terms."
He turned to me. "As for the songs... Riku, tell them."
I took a deep breath and looked each of them in the eye. "For today, we're performing Sacrifice first and Reincarnation second. These songs aren't just tracks—they're tests. And they're the reason we're going to use that. Both require me to focus almost entirely on vocals. That's why I trained you all on the basics of other instruments these past two weeks. Not just for fun, not just for variety. For this moment."
Their expressions shifted—shock, disbelief, then dawning realization. "If you want your names to be known," I continued, "now's the time."
A charged silence followed before Taiga finally asked the question hanging in the air. "...So who's playing what?"
I laid it out calmly. "I'll focus on vocals this time." I turned toward Ammar. "Ammar, you're on drums. Didn't SabeRLight- from TSM dare you to play a set a few months ago?"
Ammar laughed, the nervousness breaking for a moment. "He did. And honestly? I've been itching for a chance. Count me in."
"Good. Bozhidar, you'll be on the keyboard. We'll get the staff to tune my boards to your style before we go live."
bzm blinked, then nodded slowly. "Got it."
"Tommy," I said, my gaze falling on him, "you're on lead guitar. Remember Boxi and m1CKe from your Liquid days? They taught you well—now's the time to show it. Show them."
Taiga slapped his own cheeks with both hands, psyching himself up, the fire in his eyes reigniting.
"And lastly, Artem," I finished, turning to him. "You'll play bass. Keep it steady, keep it clean, just like I taught you. Follow the rhythm, and you'll be fine."
Yuragi gave a single firm nod, his usual calm demeanor masking the storm of nerves I knew he must've been feeling.
Before anyone could dwell on it further, the door opened, and a staff member peeked inside. "OG, prepare to stand by. T1 is coming up next."
Johan straightened immediately. "That's our cue. Check your instruments and get ready."
The room burst into controlled chaos. Cases opened, strings checked, drumsticks tapped against knees. I adjusted my scarf, letting the familiar fabric settle against my shoulders like armor. Youmu remained quietly at my side, her presence steadying me as always.
We stepped out into the corridor, the low thrum of the crowd vibrating through the walls. Just then, Tundra's lineup passed us, their energy high after their performance. Sneyking caught my eye and offered a wry grin.
"Riku," he said, "let me guess—Aui was the mastermind behind that little stunt?"
I chuckled. "Of course. That guy's always been sharp. If you can't beat us your way, might as well try to beat us at ours, huh?"
Sneyking's grin widened. "Exactly. He said, if we're facing OG, we better bring everything."
Everyone nearby chuckled. It was classic Aui—competitive, cunning, relentless.
"Tell him he did a great job," I said, my tone warm but edged with challenge. "But watch our performance. That'll be our real answer."
We parted ways, the tension between rivals laced with mutual respect. Soon after, I made my way to the equipment area where our instruments were staged. The staff worked quickly, double-checking cables, tuning adjustments, and placements. My phone buzzed in my pocket—a message from Yuyuko-san.
All the girls have arrived safely at CiRCLE. Chiyu-chan and her band are with them. Remilia, Flandre, and Sakuya accepted the invitation as well. Passports are already handled.
I exhaled, a weight easing off my chest. Good. Tell them everything, just as planned, I replied, before tucking the phone away.
By the time we finished double-checking, T1's performance had wrapped up. The energy outside surged as the crowd cheered their exit. The stage lights dimmed, and the stagehands moved in, swiftly swapping their instruments with ours.
The boys behind me fidgeted, their nerves palpable. Taiga flexed his fingers repeatedly. Artem adjusted the strap of his bass three times. Even Ammar, usually brash, tapped his sticks against his thigh a bit too fast.
I couldn't let them walk out there tense. I turned, gathering their eyes, and spoke firmly. "Listen up, boys. Today is the second day, and just like Johan said yesterday, this is crucial. Today decides if we climb to the upper bracket or fall to the lower bracket in three days. The pressure's real—but don't let it chain you. Loosen up. Shake it off. Let our music speak louder than fear."
They were watching me, listening, breathing with me. I pressed on.
"I know it's your first time doing that. I know it feels heavy. But remember—I gave you the blueprint. Now it's up to you how to use it. Trust yourselves, trust each other, and trust the sound we built together. That's all that matters."
Their shoulders eased. Their eyes steadied. The nerves didn't vanish, but they transformed—into adrenaline, into resolve.
The stagehand appeared, headset on, clipboard in hand. "OG, you're up."
The signal. The moment of truth. I glanced at my bandmates one last time. "Let's go."
We walked together, every step carrying the weight of our gamble. The noise from the crowd swelled, vibrating in my chest. When we reached the stage, the house lights dimmed, anticipation rippling through the audience.
The crowd expected the usual lineup. The hosts were already murmuring excitedly, waiting to introduce us. But as we took our positions—Taiga gripping his guitar, Ammar sitting behind the drum kit, bzm setting his fingers over the keyboard, Artem steadying the bass—the hosts' voices spiked in disbelief.
They weren't the only ones. The audience, both live and streaming worldwide, erupted with confusion, shock, and anticipation. This wasn't the OG they knew. This wasn't the formation they expected.
A grin tugged at my lips as I stepped to the mic, scarf catching in the stage lights.
Wonder how the girls will react to this...
The lights flared. The crowd roared. And with that, the gamble began.
At the same time in Japan – Live House CiRCLE
Yuyuko's POV
After finishing my call with Yukari regarding her ongoing investigation into the Black Fang, I drifted back toward the main hall where the girls were gathered. The space, which had briefly been scarred by Flandre's earlier outburst, looked as though nothing had happened—Sakuya had already reversed time and restored the shattered wall to pristine condition. The faint scent of fresh plaster was the only trace of what had been destroyed.
"Ara~," I murmured with a playful lilt, tilting my head. "Have I missed Riku-kun?"
Ayaya spotted me first and waved cheerfully. "Ah, Yuyuko-san, you're back. Not yet—boss and his band are up next, so you came just in time."
"I see." My gaze swept over the group. A strange stillness hung in the air, a sharp contrast to the usual chatter. "But... why are the girls so quiet?"
Hatate-chan leaned closer, her brow furrowed. "Well, the first band to perform, Tundra, suddenly sang a song in Japanese. And it wasn't half-baked either—it was perfect, like they'd been speaking the language for years. No accents, no stumbles. T1 followed with something similar, not quite as good, but still impressive."
"Oh my." I let a soft hum escape me, fingers touching my lips as I considered it. "If that's the case... then Riku-kun may resort to using that."
The air shifted. Curious eyes turned toward me, their gazes sharp.
Arisa-chan tilted her head. "Yuyuko-san... what do you mean by that? What's Riku-san going to do?"
I chuckled, deliberately coy. "Ufufufu~ there's only one way to find out."
I pointed toward the television just as the broadcast cut back to the main stage. The camera panned across the lights and crowd, then settled on the casters' desk.
"Sheever: Let's bring it back to the boys on stage with ODPixel and Fogged."
The feed shifted, revealing two men standing at the far back of the venue, headsets on and excitement practically radiating from their posture.
"ODPixel: Thank you, Sheever. And yes, ladies and gentlemen, Tundra and T1 have wrapped up their performances for today, which means it's time for OG to take the stage."
"Fogged: And what a showing we've had so far. But OG... OG made their mark yesterday. They came in with guns blazing, leaving no room for doubt that they're here to win. Even with a stand-in, they were nothing short of dominant."
"ODPixel: And let's not forget, this isn't just any stand-in. We're talking about Iku—three-time TI champion, four-time Future World Fes champion, and the youngest ever to pull off both feats. A player and performer who has never arrived without intent. He came here for one reason: to bring OG to victory."
"Fogged: We've all seen what he's capable of over the years, but the question tonight is... what will he show us this time?"
"ODPixel: Only one way to find out, Fogged. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for OG!"
The crowd roared through the speakers, a sea of voices crashing into the girls at CiRCLE. The camera cut to Riku-kun and his band walking out from the backstage tunnel. Unlike the previous day, when they had waved and smiled, today they moved with quiet intensity. Their faces were set, serious, eyes only for each other and the stage before them.
Kokoro-chan's voice wavered with worry. "Why isn't onii-chan waving? Did something happen to him?"
Misaki-chan studied the screen, her expression tense. "I don't know, but... his face looks serious. Too serious."
Sayo-chan leaned in, catching the subtle way the band members exchanged glances. "Wait... why are they all looking at each other like that?"
Lisa-chan frowned, arms crossed. "Is there a problem?"
Rinko-chan shook her head slowly. "I can't tell..."
Ran-chan exhaled softly, her voice carrying a quiet note of concern. "Nii-san..."
Just as unease began to ripple through the room, the broadcast caught something unexpected—something no one had dared imagine. The reaction from the casters mirrored the collective shock that surged through us.
"ODPixel: No! No, no way! Don't tell me... they're doing it here!? Right now!?"
"Fogged: I think they are, OD! After two years—two whole years—it's coming back! They're really doing that!"
The camera revealed the truth: Riku-kun and his bandmates were swapping positions, abandoning their usual formation. The entire atmosphere in the venue tilted, every audience member sensing something monumental unfolding.
Chiyu-chan burst into laughter so loud it startled those around her. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! TO THINK HE'D PULL THIS EARLY! IKU, YOU MAD LAD! HAHAHAHA!"
Rei-chan blinked at her in disbelief. "Chu², is that... a bad thing or a good thing?"
Chiyu-chan smirked, still trembling with laughter. "It's better than good, LAYER. This means Iku and OG have already won."
Gasps spread among the girls. To claim victory before a single note was played—it was reckless, it was bold, it was insane.
Yukina-chan crossed her arms, her tone sharp with skepticism. "Isn't that too early to say? They haven't even started."
Chiyu-chan's grin widened. "Do you not remember what Iku's specialty is? He reads the atmosphere. He knows exactly when to strike. By pulling this now, he's not just performing—he's weaponizing hype. Maximizing the crowd, maximizing the votes. By the time they finish, no one will remember what Tundra or T1 did."
Sayo-chan's eyes lit up in realization. "So that's it. He planned this to turn the entire arena into their weapon. To overwhelm the competition before the finals even start."
"Wow..." Hina-chan whispered, her hands clutching at her cheeks. "That's boppin' cool... and terrifying..."
Maya-chan let out a soft, unhinged chuckle. "Sasuga, Riku-san... always ten steps ahead... huhehehehehe..."
Flandre pressed her face almost comically close to the television, eyes sparkling. "Onii-san is so cool..."
"Flan," Remilia chided, tugging her sister back gently. "Not so close. You'll hurt your eyes."
"Okay~" Flandre sang, still giggling.
Sakuya, composed as ever, clapped her hands once, sharply. "Quiet, everyone. They're about to start."
The room hushed. On screen, Riku stood at center stage, scarf draped like a banner, the microphone gripped firmly in his hand. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady. The band around him was poised, every one of them taut as a bowstring, waiting for his signal.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low, resonant, carrying across the arena and through the broadcast into CiRCLE's walls.
"It cannot be done easily," he said, eyes still shut. "Because it was created... 'Sacrifice'."
And then he began to sing.
None of the girls knew what awaited them in that song, nor what kind of storm Riku was about to unleash. But all of them, every last one, leaned closer, hearts already caught in the gravity of his voice.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=boLiYzE3xM8
Sacrifice
(By: mafumafu – To the Abandoned Sacred Beasts Opening)
Hateshi nai hiai no kanjousen ubaiai no rensa
Shuumaku wa doko de mirareru darou
Inochi wo azuketa tenbin wa suitei muzai wo youshite
Sono seigi mo takeru yuushi mo
Fuyouhin to natte shimatta
Doushite, doushite, doushite
Kono te ja sonna chiisana kokoro ni umaku sawarenai
Yuganda unmei wa ikutsumo no kinki no tsubasa
Nozomare kazashita yaiba ga
Tenohira wo kaeshite tsumi to naru
Sore wa tsujitsuma ga kami ni somukidasu karuma
Tatoe kurui nai mirai to shite mo seikoku ni ikakeru
Doushite boku no namae wo yonde yo
Mada nouri ni yakitsuku shoukei
Kudaranai yume no tsuzuki ya ano oka mezashite
Bokura wa waraeta hazu datta no ni
Utagai utagawarete wa kagi kakeru kyou da
Bakudan de shika to wo tatakezu ni
Dokoka de machigaetеitan da
Doushite, doushite, doushite
Kono tе wa ubau koto bakari de
Ayase mo shinai
Sora wa ao yori haiiro to kioku shita tsubasa
Tatarime ubatta daishou ni
Mou boku wa boku de irarenai
Sore wa katsute na wo motta shokuzai to rinne
Igo ikanaru shiawase demo kono te de wa sawarenai
Doushite kimi to atte shimatta no
Nodomoto ni yakitsuku shouen
Kore dake no kutsuu wo kakaekonde
Umareta imi nado wa nai to shitta
Chi nurareta kyoubi wo chi de aratte
Umareta imi nado wa nai to shitta
Nani hitotsu mo sukuenai kuse shite
Juujika bakari wo seotte ikou to
Nanimono ni mo narenai to shitta
Shokeidai ga warai temaneiteiru
Yuganda unmei ni hai shita karisome no tsubasa
Nozomare kazashita yaiba ga
Tenohira wo kaeshite tsumi to naru
Sore wa tsujitsuma ga kami ni somukidasu karuma
Tatoe kurui nai mirai to shite mo seikoku ni ikakeru
Doushite boku no namae wo yonde yo
Mada nouri ni yakitsuku shoukei
The final note of Riku-kun's voice reverberated through the stadium, piercing through the sea of thousands and then dissolving into a silence so absolute it felt unnatural. Even across the distance, within the cozy interior of CiRCLE, the band girls and I sat frozen, eyes locked onto the screen. No one breathed. No one spoke. It was as if his song had stolen the very sound from the air.
I remembered the message Youmu had sent me yesterday, her words vague but telling—that the crowd and even the hosts had fallen into stunned silence at Riku-kun's singing. Only now did I truly understand what she meant. This silence wasn't emptiness. It was reverence.
The first to break it was Sayo-chan. Her voice was quiet, almost awestruck, as though speaking too loudly would disrespect what we had just witnessed. "It was even higher than yesterday," she murmured, her gaze never leaving the screen. "How high can Riku-san's voice possibly go?"
Chisato-chan pressed a hand lightly against her chest, her brows drawn together. "And the others... they played their instruments as if they've been doing it for years. Every note, every rhythm—it was flawless."
Kaoru-chan's lips curled into a smile that was more than her usual theatrics. "Such darkness, such hatred... ah, ani-sama," she whispered dreamily, "to give voice to such emotion is to wield power itself."
From where she sat, Maya-chan visibly shivered, her eyes wide and trembling. "Even from here I could feel it. The hate in his voice... it's terrifying, and yet..." She trailed off, lost in the paradox of admiration and fear.
Tomoe-chan exhaled through her nose, her arms folded as if to steady herself, though the faint grin on her face betrayed her feelings. "And that scream at the end... raw, unfiltered, hardcore. I didn't think he had that in him."
Tsugumi-chan, ever the practical one, leaned forward nervously. "Hopefully his throat is okay after that," she said softly. "Pushing your voice like that can't be easy..."
Beside her, Yukina-chan's normally composed expression had shifted into something I rarely saw: awe. "So this," she murmured, "is what it means to perform as a professional..."
I gave a small, knowing smile, folding my fan closed. "Not quite, Yukina-chan. Each professional stands before the crowd in their own way. What you just saw is Riku-kun's way. But when your band steps onto a stage like his, it will be your choices, your voice, and your identity that define the performance. You need not imitate anyone. Instead, find the music that belongs only to you."
The words seemed to settle among them, yet their eyes still glistened with the lingering fire of inspiration. Ako-chan, her small hands gripping Tomoe-chan's sleeve, looked up with innocent determination. "Then... do you know how we can perform like Riku-nii?" she asked.
Before I could answer, Ayaya reached out to her with a kind smile. "You don't need to change yourselves, Ako-chan. Just play as you always have. That's how boss and OG reached the top—they never lost sight of who they were. They carved their own path."
Kasumi-chan's fists clenched tightly, her eyes shining as though struck by a revelation. "Then... if we do that, if we stay true to ourselves... we can perform on a stage like Riku-senpai one day, right?"
A laugh, sharp and amused, cut through the moment. Chiyu-chan leaned forward, her gaze firm, almost predatory. "That is," she said with an edge in her voice, "if you commit, Toyama Kasumi."
The word hit the girls like a stone dropped in still water. Saaya-chan frowned slightly, echoing it. "Commit?"
Chiyu-chan nodded, her eyes glinting. "Exactly. Iku performs at that level because he devoted himself entirely to music. He's been doing this for most of his life, pouring everything into it. If you want to stand where he stands, you have to ask yourselves—how much are you willing to give up? How far are you willing to go?"
The air grew heavier with her words, forcing the girls to reflect inward.
Chiyu-chan's tone softened only slightly as she continued. "When I graduate high school, I'll fully commit myself to Raise A Suilen. Years ago, I promised Iku that I would lead RaS to the place he now stands. And I will. PAREO has already made her decision."
Reona-chan straightened, her eyes clear and unwavering. "Hai. Wherever Chu²-sama goes, I will follow."
Masuki-chan slammed her fists together with a grin that carried fire. "Count me in too, Chu²! If ya want to reach the top, you'll need a drummer who can take the hits and keep on going! Just thinking about facing off against someone like Riku-san makes my blood boil!" She turned to Rokka-chan. "What about you, kid?"
All eyes shifted to the timid guitarist, who fidgeted nervously before finding her courage. "M-me? Well... I know I just joined RaS, but... I want us to stay together, to play and grow until we reach the top. So... I'll do it. I'll give it my all."
Tae-chan's smile was gentle, encouraging, as her gaze slid to Rei-chan. "And you, Rei?"
The room quieted. Rei-chan lifted her head, her voice steady, resolute. "I'll do it. Chu² gave me a place where I could finally be myself. If she plans to reach the peak, then I'll stand beside her until we get there."
Their conviction was undeniable, each word spoken with the kind of clarity that leaves no room for doubt. I turned then to Yukina-chan, who had been silent, though her expression betrayed deep thought.
"Yukina-chan," I said softly, "you once told me you wanted to go pro after graduation. Do you still?"
She looked down at her hands for a moment before nodding. "Yes... I still intend to."
"Then what about your bandmates?" I pressed gently. "Will they follow you?"
Doubt flickered across her face, but it lasted only a moment. Lisa-chan reached out, clasping her hand with warmth. "Don't worry, Yukina. We'll be with you, no matter what. We've always been together, haven't we?"
Sayo-chan nodded firmly. "I'll join you as well. I want to see it—the stage Riku-san stands on. I want to see it with my own eyes."
Ako-chan practically leapt out of her seat, shouting with passion. "ME TOO! I'LL DO IT TOO!"
Her outburst startled Tomoe-chan, who quickly turned to her younger sister. "Ako!? Are you sure about this? I said I'd support you no matter what, but this is—"
"I want to do it, onee-chan!" Ako-chan's voice trembled with emotion but never wavered. "I want to become one of the greatest drummers in the world! Just like Riku-nii! I'll give everything for it! What about you, Rin-Rin?"
All attention shifted to Rinko-chan. She hesitated, her cheeks red, but then nodded. "I already decided a long time ago. I'll do it. To reach Riku... and to fulfill the promise I made to him years ago. I—"
Her words cut off abruptly as her hand flew to her mouth, her face scarlet. She had spoken too much.
The girls gasped, their eyes widening.
"So," Hina-chan drawled mischievously, "you and Riku-kun made a promise as kids? Was it... a marriage proposal?"
"M-marriage!?" Rinko-chan stammered, her face burning. "It's not—it's not like that!"
Kokoro-chan leaned forward with a grin, brimming with curiosity. "Ne, Rinko, what did you promise Onii-chan?"
Ran-chan's expression was unreadable, though her voice carried quiet weight. "Yes. I'd like to know more too."
"Tell us, Rinko-senpai!" Kasumi-chan chimed in eagerly.
Poor Rinko-chan was already trembling, her entire body practically glowing with embarrassment, on the verge of fainting. I waved my fan gently, my smile soft. "That's enough, girls. Don't push her. She'll speak in her own time. And don't forget—Riku-kun has only performed the first song."
The reminder brought them all back to reality in an instant. Their gazes snapped back to the screen, where the crowd's roar thundered like waves crashing against stone.
Onstage, Riku-kun and his band stood calmly, letting the energy swell and crest before them. Slowly, the crowd began to quiet, sensing what was about to come.
Riku-kun raised the microphone once more, his voice carrying clear across the arena. "Good... now that everyone has calmed down. For the next one... let all be destroyed, for everything will be reborn again. Reincarnation."
A hush swept the arena. The first haunting notes began to echo. And even here, so far away, I could feel it in my bones—this second song would go far beyond the first.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vU3oF90WKpw
Reincarnation
(By: mafumafu)
Moshimo boku ga kamisama dattara
Jinsei toka iu na no buga warui bakuchi
Tou ni Tokkuni haishi shite
Moerugomi no hi ni matomete poi dda
Onaji aho demo odoranya son son
Kao ukagatteiru bakka de tsurezure kou shite
Ensa Rensa De michi mo se ni
Dare ni mo narenai Dare demonai mama
Kitto isshou shitto Shitto shite Mata tonari no shiba
Ari kitari mo yoku ieba taishuusei
Migi naratte koneko ga naita
"Tsubasa ga nakerya, Sora o furashite kurerya ii."
Sekaijuu Dare mo kami danomi de
Mirai mo nani mo miidasenai
Ara nawa de tsureru you na
Inochi ni kotae wa nai
Kono yo ni tebayaku owakare shite
Denpa ni notte yume no yume
Boku wa Boku wa Umare kaware
Rinne tensei
Ano yotte yatsu wa igokochi ii you da
Dare mo koko ni wa kaeranai monna
Kare no kotoba o kariru nara kouda
Donna egao de boku o te maneiteirundai
Kashokushou Futoukou Jishou heki
Kodomo no koro no yume
Baita HISU PARANOIA wa two - five
Shokeidai Satsujin no seitousei
Mou nani mo kamo mimi o fusaide shimaitai na
Oshiete okure
Kyoubi no yo no kami-sama no tsukuri kata o
Oshiete okure
Hito wa hito o sabaite ii no darou?
Dore dake doro ga doro o konetatte
Doro igai tsukure yashinai
Kimi mo Kimi mo Umare kaware
Rinne tensei
Haita Haita asatte mo saijou
Sutta monda de ai no ketsuboushou
Kono mirai ni Kotae mo seikai mo
Sonna mon wa nozonjainai tten da
Aa Mou yameta
Subete nakushite shimaeba ii
Sekaijuu Dare mo kami danomi de
Mirai mo nan mo miidasenai
Hitoshii shiawase nado
Yume yume negai yashinai
Kono yo ni owari o tsukete oite
Oeru na nante nani sama da
Subete Subete Umare kaware
Rinne tensei
The moment the second song ended, silence lingered for just a breath before it shattered into thunder. Applause and cheers rolled through the arena, louder than anything the two bands before them had received. On the screen, Riku-kun stood center stage, shoulders heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Two high-pitched, punishing songs back-to-back had clearly taken their toll, but the crowd wasn't giving him a moment of rest. They roared his name, chanted for more, and the weight of that sound washed over everyone watching from CiRCLE as if we were there in the front rows.
Riku-kun and the others gave a final bow before retreating backstage. I watched carefully—he looked calm, but his breathing betrayed how much effort he had poured into those performances.
Arisa-chan broke the silence first, folding her arms. "The pacing of that song was even faster than the first..."
Sayo-chan shook her head in disbelief. "And on top of that, the high-pitched vocals. How is Riku-san's throat even intact? Anyone else would've snapped their vocal cords by now."
Hatate-chan leaned closer to Ayaya, her voice dropping to a whisper. "We should take Riku to Kutaka-san when this is over, just in case. If there's even a hint of strain, better to get it checked."
Ayaya nodded firmly beside her, agreeing without words.
Kaoru-chan, who had been quiet until then, pressed her fingers to her lips, eyes still fixed on the screen. "To think that ani-sama would write such lyrics... sad, yet drenched in darkness. It's like... he's bleeding pain onto the stage. Hakanai...."
Hagumi-chan blinked. "You understood Rikkun's song, Kaoru-kun?"
Kaoru-chan gave her a small, tired smile. "More or less, Hagumi. When ani-sama sings like that, it feels as though he's screaming out my pain for me. Did you look at his eyes during the last refrain? If you noticed them, then..."
Her words trailed, and instinctively, everyone glanced back at the replay on screen. The camera had caught Riku-kun's face in the closing verse. His eyes looked hollow—void of spark, like the light inside had been extinguished.
Yukina-chan's voice broke the stillness. "His eyes... they're so empty. It's like there's no life left in them."
Kaoru-chan nodded gravely. "At that part, when he sang 'Aa mou yameta, subete nakushite shimaeba ii'... it was the voice of someone giving up on everything. No fight left."
Kokoro-chan frowned, unsettled. "But why would onii-chan sing a song like this? Why carry so much despair?"
Misak-chani crossed her arms, her expression gentle but practical. "Only Riku-san can answer that, Kokoro-chan. We can't guess. But maybe... we should ask him when we see him in person."
Kokoro-chan brightened a little at that. "That's a good idea, Misaki!"
Yukina-chan's gaze remained on the screen, her tone sharper than usual. "Tamade-san's declaration earlier might not have been empty words. I think it's coming true already."
Ako-chan tilted her head. "How can you be sure of that, Yukina-san?"
Yukina-chan gestured toward the broadcast. "Look for yourself."
All eyes followed, shifting back to the feed. Despite OG leaving the stage minutes ago, the crowd's cheers hadn't faded. They were still on their feet, chanting, shouting, desperate for more.
Ako-chan's jaw dropped. "They're still cheering for them..."
Masuki-chan let out a laugh, slapping her knee. "Your cousin's really somethin', Chu². Hitting high notes like that, then screaming on top of it? Damn! No wonder you look up to him."
Chiyu-chan's lips curved into a determined smile. "Exactly why we need to improve before our debut. Shameimaru Aya! Take us to one of the studios. We're practicing—now."
Ayaya blinked, caught off guard. "Eh? Right now?"
Chiyu-chan turned sharply to face her. "Iku's finished performing, and my band can't afford to slack off."
"U-uh... okay then. Follow me."
Chiyu-chan spun on her heel, her commanding tone firing up the rest of RaS. "Alright girls, we're training here in CiRCLE tonight."
RaS answered in unison. "Hai!"
Before following Ayaya out, Chiyu-chan paused and glanced back. "Oh, and one more thing—make sure your passports are ready. RaS is leaving Japan this weekend."
The room stirred with excitement.
Chisato-chan, calm as always, tilted her head. "That reminds me, Riku mentioned this to me earlier."
I closed my fan and gave a knowing smile. "Don't worry about the paperwork. I've already handled it."
Sayo-chan blinked, stunned. "You what?"
"Well," I continued, covering my mouth with my fan again, "let's just say Kokoro-chan's father has his ways of smoothing things out. The only thing you girls need are your photos. Hatate-chan will help you with that."
The chatter grew louder, anticipation bubbling among them as they realized there would be no hurdles to joining the trip. Their excitement warmed me, though I simply giggled behind my fan, enjoying the lively energy.
That was when Remilia spoke, her tone languid but firm. "Sakuya?"
Her ever-faithful maid inclined her head. "All preparations have been made, ojou-sama."
"Excellent."
Aya perked up, startled. "Wait—you're going to Stockholm too?"
"Of course," Remilia said with a grin. "Flan wouldn't stop begging me to let her see Riku-boy in person. I simply gave her what she wanted."
I arched a brow. "Ara, Remilia. You and your sister have only attended Hanasakigawa for a day, and already you're planning a trip across countries? I do wonder... what should I tell your father about this?"
Remilia's smile twisted into something sharper, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Oh, can it, old hag."
The words hung heavy in the air. The room fell dead silent.
Something inside me snapped.
My smile didn't falter, but my fan lowered just enough to reveal my eyes. I felt the room's warmth bleed away, leaving only a cold stillness pressing against everyone present. Even the girls who didn't fully understand what had been said shifted nervously, sensing the sudden weight in the atmosphere.
Remilia, to her credit, didn't flinch. She stared right back at me, lips curled in defiance.
The others, however, weren't so bold. Sakuya subtly tightened her grip on the tray she carried. Flandre blinked, looking between us in confusion. The girls from the bands whispered among themselves, tension crackling like static.
I let out a soft, measured laugh. "My, my... calling me that so openly? You do have your father's arrogance in you."
Remilia's smirk widened, but she didn't speak.
The tension coiled tighter, like the still moment before a storm.
3rd POV
The instant Remilia called Yuyuko an "old hag," the room shifted. The air grew heavy, the warmth drained, and the temperature plummeted like a sudden winter draft. Goosebumps prickled arms, and the band girls huddled together instinctively.
Kasumi's teeth chattered as she hugged herself. "W-why does it feel so cold all of a sudden?"
"I don't know, Ka-kun!" Hagumi squeaked. "If Michelle were here, she'd keep us warm from the cold!"
Moca tilted her head, voice lazy but curious. "I think the room got cold when Remilia said Yuyuko-san was an ol—"
Before she could finish, Chiyu clamped a firm hand over her mouth. "Don't you even think about finishing that sentence."
Himari looked between them nervously. "I-is it really that bad?"
Chiyu jerked her chin toward the center of the room. "Take a good look."
All eyes followed her gesture. Yuyuko and Remilia stood across from one another, both smiling, though there was nothing warm about either expression. The air shimmered faintly around them, their auras pressing outward like invisible blades.
Yuyuko's tone was sweet as ever, yet laced with venom. "Ara ara~ it seems your father never taught you how to respect someone older than you."
Remilia tilted her chin upward, smirk sharp and fearless. "Then you admit you're old?"
The jab landed like a spark on dry tinder. Yuyuko's smile didn't falter, but it deepened—too wide, too polished. It was the kind of smile that spelled bloody murder.
"Ufufufufu~," Yuyuko's laugh rang out, high and dangerous. "I'll enjoy playing with you."
Remilia's crimson eyes gleamed. "You took the words right out of my mouth. I've always wanted to test myself against you."
"Ara~ then I won't hold back."
"Neither will I."
With that, glowing sigils flared to life behind them. Sakura petals spun in the air as Yuyuko's aura blazed pink, while Remilia was bathed in a scarlet radiance like fresh blood. The atmosphere thickened; the walls groaned faintly under the pressure.
Aya's cried out as she clung on to Maya. "W-w-what's happening!?"
Maya paled, clutching her drumsticks like a talisman. "I don't know, but if this keeps up, CiRCLE might collapse on us!"
Before the first shot could be fired, both Tengu sprang forward, wings outstretched, planting themselves squarely between the two powerhouses.
"Hold it, hold it, hold it!" Aya shouted, waving her arms. "No way are you two going to duke it out in here! This is indoors!"
Hatate mirrored her urgency. "And you can't just start a danmaku battle with regular humans in the room! Are you insane!?"
For a tense beat, neither Yuyuko nor Remilia moved. Their powers crackled in the air, filling lungs with frost and fire. Then, at last, their eyes slid sideways toward the girls. They noticed the shivering, the fear, the wide-eyed awe.
With a flick of their wrists, the magic circles vanished. Their auras dimmed, and in the blink of an eye, they were back to their casual forms. Warmth seeped back into the air, though the tension clung like cobwebs.
Yuyuko covered her lips with her fan, her voice soft and airy. "Ara~ it seems I forgot you girls were here. My apologies~."
Flandre's stomach grumbled, shattering the silence. She tugged at her sister's sleeve with a pout. "Onee-sama! I'm hungry!"
Remilia sighed, irritation giving way to resignation. "Goodness, Flan. Very well. Sakuya, we're leaving."
"As you wish, oujo-sama." The maid gave a graceful bow.
"Wait—you're leaving already?" Misaki asked, surprise coloring her tone.
Remilia adjusted her cape with regal nonchalance. "Riku-boy has finished his performance, the café here is closed, and Flan needs food. I also have matters that require my attention."
Without another word, she swept from the room, Flandre and Sakuya following close behind.
The moment the door shut behind them, Aya and Hatate both let out loud, exaggerated sighs of relief.
"Talk about a close call," Hatate muttered, rubbing her temples.
"No kidding," Aya agreed. "If they'd gone through with it, CiRCLE would be riddled with bullet holes by now. And Riku would've killed us."
The band girls shifted uneasily, still processing the display.
Yukina hesitated before speaking. "Himekaidou-san, may I ask you something?"
"Sure," Hatate replied.
"What is... a danmaku battle?"
Yuyuko snapped her fan shut with a delicate clap. "That's a story for another time, Yukina-chan. For now..."
A sudden ripple tore open in the air beside her. A purple void unfurled, lined with staring eyes, impossible and unblinking. The girls screamed, stumbling back in shock.
Arisa clutched Kasumi's arm. "What in the—!?"
Yuyuko merely chuckled. "Ara~ seems Yukari finished earlier than expected."
Lisa blinked. "This Yukari... is she a youkai too?"
Hatate nodded. "Yakumo Yukari. A gap youkai, to be precise."
The girls chorused in confusion. "Gap... youkai?"
"Essentially," Hatate explained, "a being who can manipulate boundaries—create portals between places. She's the strongest of us, and head of the Seven Sages."
Aya frowned. "But why would she open a gap here?"
As if answering, the void spat out a single object—a leather briefcase—that landed gently in Yuyuko's hands. The gap then sealed itself, leaving only silence.
Misaki stared. "A... briefcase? What's inside?"
Click. Yuyuko snapped open the latches and revealed neat stacks of passports, twenty-five in total, each set bound in different colors.
"Ah. Looks like the passports arrived," Yuyuko said lightly. "I'll have to thank Yukari for this one."
With Aya and Hatate's help, she began distributing them. The girls gasped at their designs.
Poppin'Party received pink passports, each stamped with a star emblem on the back. Afterglow's were deep crimson, decorated with a padlock and the letter A. Pastel*Palettes held light green passports, embossed with a six-petaled flower. Roselia's bore a dark violet sheen, marked by a vivid blue rose. Hello, Happy World!'s were sunshine yellow, with a circus ball and flag.
Kasumi held hers up with sparkling eyes. "Look, Arisa! It has a star on it!"
Arisa sighed, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. "Yeah, I see it."
Tomoe flipped hers open, inspecting it. "Not bad. Color suits us, huh, Ran?"
Ran only hummed in distracted silence, still lost in thought.
"This must've been what Riku mentioned to me earlier," Chisato mused.
"Look, onee-chan! Mine has a flower!" Hina chirped, bouncing to show Sayo.
"I see it, Hina. Yes, I see it," Sayo replied patiently.
Lisa whistled. "Not bad. Violet's a strong look."
Across the room, Misaki frowned, unease flickering in her eyes. Kaoru noticed immediately. "Something wrong, Misaki?"
Misaki hesitated, then voiced what everyone had been quietly wondering. "It's just... how did they manage to prepare all of this without us knowing?"
The room fell quiet. Every gaze turned toward Yuyuko, waiting. She chuckled, hiding her smile behind her fan.
"Ufufufufu~. That's a secret. Rest assured, the passports are verified and legal. Nothing to fear."
Relief swept through the group. None of them wanted to risk traveling under false documents.
"Now then," Yuyuko continued, her tone bright again, "you girls are officially ready. With these, you can join us in Stockholm to watch Riku-kun perform."
Sayo raised her hand slightly, still cautious. "Yuyuko-san... will we have a guardian while we're there?"
"Of course," Yuyuko said. "That would be me."
Gasps rippled through the group.
Rinko blinked rapidly. "But... what about Hanasakigawa? You're the principal. Leaving so suddenly is—"
"Not a problem," Yuyuko interrupted smoothly. "The vice-principal is capable of handling things in my absence. I've been doing this since Riku-kun's career began, after all. And besides—" she let her eyes glint mischievously above her fan—"with me there, you'll be safe from any threat that might come."
"Threats?" Yukina repeated softly.
Yuyuko's gaze hardened. "You saw the video I showed you. The attempt on Riku's life. That is why precautions must be taken."
The reminder silenced the room. Faces tightened with unease.
"But fear not," Yuyuko added. "Riku-kun and Youmu are not alone. Satori-chan and her sister are with them, Remilia has sent her guard Meiling, and Yukari told me her sister is watching as well. With four members of the Celestial Family present, their enemies will not act recklessly."
Gradually, tension loosened. Relief trickled in. The girls believed her.
"Now then." Yuyuko clapped her fan shut. "I've already booked our flight. We leave this Saturday at ten in the morning. Use tomorrow after school to buy what you need."
The girls straightened, voices rising in unison. "Hai!"
"Aya, Hatate," Yuyuko called, turning toward the tengu reporters. "We'll leave CiRCLE in your care."
Aya saluted with a grin. "Leave it to us! Don't worry about Roselia's live set—we'll handle it."
Yukina inclined her head. "Thank you, Shameimaru-san. I appreciate it."
The energy in the room shifted once more, this time to excitement. Talk buzzed quickly, plans forming—what clothes to bring, what instruments, what small comforts they couldn't leave behind. The thought of flying overseas, of seeing Riku on stage in person, filled the air with anticipation.
For now, the cold had passed. The storm between Yuyuko and Remilia had been averted. But an even larger stage awaited them, just days away.
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Back in Stockholm – A Few Hours Later, 6:00 P.M.
Riku's POV
The second day of the group stage ended without any major incidents. For once, no ambushes, no attacks—just music and competition. Still, the peace wasn't entirely untouched. Several men had been apprehended for attempting to rig the votes in favor of the Western Europe bands, a petty yet dangerous act. Fortunately, Meiling-san and Ran-san intercepted them before their plan could go any further.
The organizers were shaken, uncertain of who had orchestrated the scheme, but we left the matter in the hands of Satori-san. She had promised results by morning, and if anyone could peel back the thoughts buried in guilty minds, it was her.
By now, the bands had returned safely to the hotel. The streets outside had quieted, the air cool and crisp beneath the Stockholm dusk. Streetlamps spilled pale pools of light across the cobblestones, the faint hum of evening traffic echoing in the distance. Only a handful of us lingered—myself, Youmu, Meiling-san, and Ran-san—making one final sweep of the surveillance system before calling it a night.
Meiling straightened after finishing her report, her tone respectful yet tinged with regret. "That's all of them, Riku-sama. Forgive me for keeping you and Youmu-san here longer than necessary."
I shook my head lightly. "It's fine, Meiling-san. I would've stayed behind even if you hadn't asked. I like knowing every corner has been checked before I turn my back."
She gave a faint, rueful smile. "That so? Even so, I can't help but feel a little frustrated. I wanted to see your performance today, but duty kept me out of the hall. From what I've heard, though... you practically tore the roof off the place."
I chuckled at that, rubbing the back of my neck. "That was more or less the plan. Hit hard on the second day—guns blazing. Then ease up on the third and fourth. If I had to guess, OG's votes tomorrow will break the million mark."
Meiling blinked, taken aback. "A million? Isn't that a bit... ambitious?"
Before I could answer, Youmu interjected, her arms folded, her sharp eyes catching the lamplight. "If it's Riku-kun saying it, then it isn't ambitious—it's probable. He hasn't been wrong in his predictions for the last five years. Still..."
Her hand fell to Roukanken's hilt, her shoulders tightening. "Something doesn't sit right. We should head inside. I don't like the air tonight. It feels... hostile."
I should have taken her instincts more seriously. Instead, I tried to brush it off with a careless grin. "Come on, Youmu. What's the worst that could happen? It's not like some shady guy in a black cloak is going to pop out of nowhere and—"
The words died in my throat.
Instinct roared before thought could form. My hand darted to Youmu's waist, seizing Roukanken, and steel flashed in a silver arc. Sparks erupted as I deflected a volley of glowing projectiles hurtling straight toward us. The ringing clash reverberated through the still air, my teeth clenched as the weight of the shots slammed against the blade.
"Danmaku..." I hissed under my breath. "And not just any—heavy bullets. Damn hard to push back."
"You're hit!?" Youmu's voice cracked, panic flaring as she darted to my side. Her eyes fixed on the smoking impact marks gouged into the cobblestones. "Those weren't ordinary shots...!"
Meiling's stance shifted instantly, her fists tightening, qi beginning to radiate from her body like shimmering heat. "Impossible. Danmaku outside of Gensokyo? That should be beyond reach. Only natives, or those with direct blessing, should wield such a thing."
The figure emerged from the shadows—a slow, deliberate approach, his steps echoing against the stone. A black cloak draped around him, his face obscured, but his killing intent fixed squarely on me.
Youmu moved first, sliding back into position, blade drawn. Meiling fell into step beside her, the air around her vibrating with restrained power.
"Riku-sama," Meiling said firmly, her gaze locked on the cloaked figure. "Leave the field to us."
I gave a short nod, pressing Roukanken back into Youmu's grip. A magic circle bloomed at my feet, radiant and precise, spreading outward with a faint hum. With a sharp tap of my foot, its glow deepened, a barrier snapping into place like invisible glass.
"With this, you two don't need to hold back. But keep him alive—we need answers. Ran and the others probably already sensed the disturbance, so finish it fast, and... try not to level the entire street."
Both women answered in unison, their voices firm and resolute. "Understood!"
Youmu's ghost half materialized at her side, pale and formless, mirroring her stance. She lifted Roukanken with steady hands, its edge catching the faint light of the lamps. Meiling rolled her shoulders once, and the cobblestones beneath her feet cracked slightly as qi surged, the air distorting around her.
The enemy, however, remained unshaken. He stood calmly, as though he had expected this exact response. And then...
The hood slipped back.
The sight froze my blood.
For a heartbeat, the world went silent—the city, the night air, even the hum of the barrier. My chest tightened, my breath hitched, and an old, bitter taste burned at the back of my throat.
Youmu's voice broke the silence first, trembling with disbelief. "No... No, it can't be..."
Meiling's expression faltered, her composure cracking. "Impossible... of all people... here?"
My fists clenched until my knuckles turned white. Rage flared in my chest, but beneath it—disgust, sorrow, and the heavy weight of memory. When I finally forced the words from my mouth, they came out low and venomous, like poison spilling into the night.
"There's no mistaking it," I growled. "The man standing before us... is Shinomiya Oko."
The name rang out like a curse, heavy and merciless, pulling the night itself into silence.
To be Continued...