Nagae Estate - Riku's Room
May 25, 2021 - Tuesday - 5:00 A.M.
Riku POV
Today's the day-Roselia's first live, and CiRCLE's first official event. If I'm being honest, the words nervous and excited both fit me right now. Nervous, because this is the first time I've ever hosted something this big. Excited, because I can't wait to see what the girls will bring to the stage. If everything goes well-if the crowd feels the spark, if the performances impress the right people-then Japan joining the PBC might not just be a dream anymore. It could finally be within reach.
I exhaled slowly, letting the early morning quiet settle around me. The faint glow of dawn spilled through the window, brushing across the desk piled with plans, setlists, and blueprints for the event.
Time to move.
I got up from bed, stretched until my shoulders popped, then went through my usual warm-up routine. A quick splash of cold water across my face woke me up completely. Once changed into my tracksuit, I stepped into the hallway, the wooden floor cool under my feet.
Halfway down the corridor, I spotted Tina. She was already awake, standing by the large window, the soft gold of sunrise reflecting off her pale hair.
"Good morning, onii-san," she greeted with a small smile.
"Good morning to you too," I replied, still a little surprised to see her up this early. "What brings you out of bed before sunrise?"
"I normally get up this early," she said simply. "Where are you going?"
"For my morning jog. Want to come with me?"
Her eyes widened a little, almost uncertain. "Is it... okay with you?"
"Of course it is." I smiled, adjusting the zipper of my jacket. "Usually Youmu joins me, but since she's helping Yuyuko-san right now... and don't think you're just a replacement," I added before she could say anything. "I want you to get to know the area beyond the estate grounds too."
Tina's expression softened, a small, genuine nod following. "I see. Then... I would be happy to."
"Good. Ask one of the workers to find a tracksuit that fits you," I said. "I need to grab something before we start."
"Understood," she replied, before heading off to find the assigned maid.
I turned down another hallway, past the quiet guest rooms, and stopped before a large wooden door. A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth as I knocked twice.
"Good," I murmured when a familiar sound stirred behind the door. "Let's get you ready. It's been a while since you've had a proper walk."
Ten minutes later, Tina was waiting near the front doors, her dark green tracksuit fitting her surprisingly well. The early morning breeze carried a hint of dew and pine from the nearby hills, cool and sharp against the skin.
"Sorry for making you wait," I said as I approached.
"It's fine, onii-..." she trailed off, her eyes widening in surprise. "What is that?"
She wasn't looking at me anymore, but at the massive reddish-brown dog beside me. Homura stood proudly at my side, nearly four feet tall even without standing on his hind legs, his thick mane glinting under the soft dawn light.
"Oh, right," I chuckled. "You've only met Fuyu, my cat. This here is Homura, my dog. Homura, this is Tina-be nice."
Homura sniffed the air, then padded over to her. His nose brushed her sleeve as he inspected her, tail wagging slowly. After a few seconds, he gave a loud, approving bark and promptly licked her face, his massive head almost knocking her backward.
Tina blinked, startled at first, then laughed softly.
"Seems like Homura's taken a liking to you," I said, watching the scene unfold.
"I can see that," she said, scratching behind his ears. "He's adorable. What breed is he?"
"Tibetan Mastiff," I replied. "Picked him up when he was just a pup."
Her expression turned curious. "Really?"
"Yeah." My tone quieted as I recalled that day. "I was fourteen when I found him. He couldn't have been more than a few hours old-barely breathing. His mother had died giving birth, and the rest of the litter didn't make it either. Homura was the only survivor."
The memory still stung a bit. The rain, the silence, that tiny heartbeat in my hands.
"So I took him in," I continued. "My parents weren't too sure at first. I already had Fuyu back then, and they thought one pet was enough. But once I explained what happened, they agreed-on the condition that I'd be responsible for him."
Homura sat proudly now, head high, as if understanding the story was about him.
"At first, Fuyu and Homura didn't get along," I said, smiling faintly. "Fuyu kept hissing at him, and Homura, being the clueless pup he was, thought she wanted to play. Took two months of chaos before they started tolerating each other. Then one day, I found them both curled up on the same cushion, fast asleep."
Tina giggled softly. "That's sweet."
"Yeah," I said, glancing at Homura's thick mane. "I named him 'Homura' because of his fur. It reminded me of fire-wild, warm, and impossible to ignore."
Tina crouched, running her fingers gently through Homura's coat. "So he had it rough too," she murmured, her voice softening.
Homura leaned into her touch, his tail thumping against the floor with a heavy thud, thud, thud.
"Yeah," I said quietly. "But after everything, raising this big lug was worth it."
For a moment, the three of us just stayed like that-me watching, Tina smiling, Homura basking in the attention. The morning light grew stronger, painting the entryway in gold.
Then I checked my watch. "Alright, we should get going. We've got to be back before seven."
Tina straightened up immediately, brushing off her sleeves. "Hai!"
Homura barked once, loud and eager, as if to say let's go already.
Several Minutes Later - 6:30 A.M.
The streets were still quiet when we left the estate, the air crisp with that faint chill that lingers just before the city fully wakes. Tina jogged beside me, her rhythm steady and composed-much better than I expected from someone her age. Maybe Sergey's training really did more for her than I thought. Homura, massive and proud, kept perfect pace with us, his paws thudding against the pavement in a steady beat.
We ran longer than usual. By the time I slowed to a stop, Tina's breathing had turned uneven, her cheeks flushed. I couldn't help but smile a little-she had pushed herself.
We ended up at the local park, where the morning mist still hung low over the grass. The first light of day filtered through the trees, gilding the dew on the benches and paths. I sat down, stretching out my legs, while Tina sank beside me, taking long gulps from her water bottle. Homura settled on the ground at our feet, tail sweeping lazily against the concrete.
"You do this every day?" she asked between breaths, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead.
"Yeah," I replied. "Started when I was thirteen. Could barely make it halfway back then. But after a few years, it became second nature."
"Homura too?"
"Of course."
Homura gave a proud woof, almost as if confirming it.
Tina chuckled, reaching down to scratch his chin. "He really sticks close to you, huh?"
"Yeah. Unlike Fuyu, who does her own thing half the time, Homura's always been the loyal type. He doesn't leave my side unless I tell him to."
Before Tina could respond, a familiar voice called out.
"Riku? Tina-chan?"
We both turned. Walking down the path was Chisato, dressed casually in a light jacket and cap, her golden retriever trotting beside her.
"Oh, Chisato," I said with a nod. "You're up early."
"I always walk Leon every other day," she said, smiling as she gestured toward the retriever. "He gets restless if I don't. What about you two?"
"This is my daily routine," I explained. "I get up at five and go for a jog. Tina came along today."
"I see," Chisato said, eyes drifting to the massive form beside me. "And... that big one must be yours?"
"Yeah," I said proudly, patting Homura's shoulder. "This is Homura. He's a Tibetan Mastiff."
Her eyes widened slightly. "That's a rare breed. He's beautiful."
Homura met her gaze, ears perked. Chisato tilted her head. "Why's he staring at me like that?"
"Homura's good at reading people," I said. "He can tell whether someone's trustworthy or not."
Chisato gave a soft laugh and knelt to his level. "So... am I trusted?"
Homura sniffed her hand once, then gave an approving bark.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said, smiling as she patted his thick fur.
"Looks like you passed the test," I said with a smirk.
Chisato straightened, brushing her hands off. "Are you ready for tonight, Riku? It's the big day."
"Yeah," I said, leaning back on the bench. "More than ready. Roselia's been preparing hard for this."
"I believe it," she said warmly. "We'll be there too-PasuPare cleared our schedule for the evening."
"Good," I replied. "Then I'll see you at CiRCLE later. Come on, Tina."
Chisato waved as we stood. "Take care, Riku."
I raised a hand in a casual thumbs-up as we left. Behind us, I could hear her speaking softly to Leon.
"So Riku also has a dog, huh? Good thing Maya-chan didn't see him-she'd probably faint from Homura's size," she said with a small laugh. Leon barked once, tail wagging.
"Ufufufu~," Chisato chuckled, scratching her retriever's ears as we disappeared down the park path.
Nagae Estate - 7:00 A.M.
The sun had climbed higher by the time we returned. The scent of blooming camellias drifted over the garden walls, mingling with the faint aroma of breakfast being prepared inside.
Waiting at the entrance was my grandfather, dressed in his usual morning yukata, a calm smile on his face.
"Welcome back, Riku," he said. "I see you brought Tina along."
"Yeah," I replied, catching my breath. "I wanted her to see a bit more of the city."
"That's good," he nodded approvingly. "And you brought Homura as well."
"Wouldn't be a proper morning without him."
He chuckled softly. "By the way, that sake Yuugi gave me-magnificent. But still not enough to get me drunk."
I smirked. "Guess she'll take that as a challenge next time."
"Most likely," he said. "Now, go have your breakfast. Today is an important day."
"Yeah," I nodded. "I need to start early anyway."
At his urging, Tina and I headed to clean up-separately, of course. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I felt the familiar rush of focus starting to settle in.
When we entered the dining room, Mafuyu was already seated with Nazuna, who greeted us with her usual bright enthusiasm.
"Good morning, Riku-sama! Tina-sama!"
"Good morning to you too, Nazuna," I said, smiling slightly. "You're as energetic as ever." I turned to Mafuyu. "Morning, Mafuyu."
She looked up from her teacup. "Good morning, nii-san. Back from your jog?"
"Yeah," I said, taking a seat. "Brought Tina along to get her familiar with the area."
"I see," Mafuyu replied, a faint smile ghosting across her face.
Breakfast was light-just rice, grilled salmon, and miso soup. Simple, balanced, exactly what I needed before a busy day. The Geitondei Special from last night still lingered in my stomach, so I kept it minimal.
Afterward, I headed back to my room to change into casual wear. From the wardrobe, I pulled out a jacket OG had sent me recently-a prototype they planned to debut at The International later this year.
The design was striking: a third Aegis emblem added above the band's logo, the Japanese flag stitched neatly on the right sleeve, and on the back-my real name and stage name printed in bold letters. Above them gleamed seven stars: five gold, two silver.
Each star represented a Future World Fes victory. The five gold ones were mine-the tournaments I'd won alongside the band. Johan, who had never missed a championship, would have all seven in gold. Yuragi and the others each earned one. The detail was almost excessive, but somehow... grounding.
According to the note included with it, the jacket was still a "prototype." I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "They're planning this as if OG won't win the next Fes in Arlington," I muttered, shaking my head. "That's on them."
The fabric was smooth and cool against my skin when I slipped it on, the weight familiar-like carrying the memories of every stage I'd stood on.
Outside, the rumble of the morning traffic had begun to fill the streets. It was nearly time.
I grabbed my keys and headed downstairs, where Grandfather was waiting again near the front door. In his arms was Fuyu, who blinked at me sleepily.
"Heading out already?" Kyoya asked.
"Yeah," I said, patting my jacket pocket to make sure everything was in place. "Need to prepare CiRCLE for tonight. Good thing we don't have classes."
"Very well," he said with a nod. "Take care, and good luck."
"Thanks," I said. "Fuyu, be a good girl while I'm gone, okay?"
The cat let out a soft nya~, as if acknowledging my command.
I smiled faintly, then turned to open the gate. My Rezvani was parked outside, its black frame gleaming under the rising sun. Homura barked once from the porch as if seeing me off, while Tina waved lightly from beside Mafuyu.
"See you tonight," I said over my shoulder, sliding into the driver's seat.
The engine roared to life, a deep, satisfying growl echoing through the courtyard.
Grandfather lifted a hand in farewell. "Make this day count, Riku."
"I intend to," I replied, pressing the accelerator.
The estate gates opened slowly, the road ahead bathed in gold. As the tires gripped the asphalt and the city skyline came into view, a small smile crept across my face.
The day had only begun-but every beat of my heart was already in sync with the rhythm that would echo through CiRCLE tonight.
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Live House CiRCLE - 9:00 A.M.
After leaving the Nagae Estate, I stopped by the supermarket to restock supplies for the café and pick up extra snacks and drinks for the performers tonight. A few baskets later, I also added some spare batteries, towels, and cleaning supplies-just in case. When I finally pulled into the parking lot of CiRCLE, the place was already open. Through the glass doors, I caught sight of Marina sweeping near the counter.
"Riku! Good morning!" she called, spotting me lugging several heavy grocery bags. "Let me help you with those."
"I appreciate the help," I said, setting a few down.
Marina jogged over and grabbed the other bags from the car. Together we carried everything inside.
"Where are Aya and Hatate?" I asked.
"They'll be here later," she replied, brushing hair from her face. "Their boss called them yesterday."
"So, Megumu called Aya and Hatate... hopefully those tengu aren't planning anything drastic."
"Alright then," I said, stacking a few boxes near the counter. "Once you're done cleaning, take these to the waiting rooms assigned to the girls. I'll restock the café."
"Roger!" she chirped, saluting with mock seriousness.
Live House CiRCLE - Riku's Office
After refilling the café fridge and helping Marina clean up, I went to my office to finalize the paperwork for tonight's event-attendance, ticket sales, security lists, the works.
"Let's see..." I muttered, scanning the sheet. "A total of 1,085 people out of 1,600 seats... not sold out, but respectable enough."
The girls' equipment had already been delivered and tuned yesterday, though something about Leo/need's setup looked... off. I'd find out what later.
Just as I was adjusting the figures on the monitor, the office door creaked open. Aya and Hatate stepped in, both looking mildly tired but composed.
"You finally made it," I said.
"Well, Megumu-sama called us," Hatate replied, stifling a yawn.
"What for?"
Aya crossed her arms. "Nothing major. Just border patrol concerns-something about a gap near the western line."
I frowned. "That's the Kicchou clan's jurisdiction, isn't it? Why didn't she call them?"
"That's exactly what I told her," Hatate said with a shrug. "Anyway, Roselia and Raise A Suilen just arrived. They're waiting for you in the lobby."
"They're early," I said, standing up. "Fine. You two, man the front."
"Hai!" they replied in unison.
Live House CiRCLE - Lobby
When I stepped out, both bands were already gathered-ten girls in total, chatting quietly near the reception area. Yukina stood at the center, poised as ever, while Chiyu leaned casually against the wall, twirling her phone.
"You ten are early," I said, folding my arms. "The event doesn't start until six."
Yukina turned to me with her usual calm. "We're aware. We came early to warm up before the crowd arrives. And I can tell Tamade-san had the same idea."
"Like she said," Chiyu smirked. "Besides, some pros are watching this one, right?"
I paused. "About that..."
Their attention sharpened.
"It's not just pros," I continued. "Dendi told me two days ago that scouts from several organizations will be attending. A few sponsors too."
The lobby went quiet. Several of the girls froze mid-breath, eyes widening.
"Are you serious?" Sayo asked, her voice low but firm.
"Dead serious," I said. "This event's being monitored from several angles. Think of it as a stage within a stage."
Yukina's expression darkened slightly at the mention of sponsors. The memory of her father's downfall still lingered, an old scar that hadn't fully closed.
"Don't let that weigh on you," I said, softening my tone. "You're here to perform, not to worry about who's watching. Play like you always do-like the stage itself depends on your sound. That's how you make your mark."
A moment passed before Yukina nodded. Chiyu clicked her tongue, exhaling through her nose in reluctant agreement.
"Studios Eight and Nine are open," I added. "Ask Marina for access and warm up as long as you like."
The groups began filing toward the back corridor, carrying their gear with them. Just as Rinko started to follow, I caught her shoulder.
She turned, eyes wide behind her glasses. "R-Riku?"
"Hey," I said gently. "Don't overthink what I said earlier. Forget the scouts, forget the crowd. Just play your best and let the music carry you, alright?"
Rinko hesitated, then nodded. "I will."
Without thinking, I pulled her into a light hug. She froze for a heartbeat, then returned it quietly. Her heartbeat was trembling through her hands. When we broke apart, I gave her a reassuring pat on the head.
"Now go," I said with a faint smile. "They're waiting for you."
Rinko smiled shyly before hurrying off after her bandmates.
Once the lobby emptied, I leaned against the counter and checked my phone. A new message blinked at the top of the screen.
Dendi: "Meet me and the others at the family restaurant near the hotel. We need to talk."
I sighed through my nose. "Hopefully those boys won't go overboard..."
I slipped the phone back into my pocket, glancing out the window at the quiet morning light. Outside, the sun had fully risen-soft gold spilling across the street, hinting at the long day ahead. Tonight, the stage would burn bright. For now, it was calm before the storm.
Meanwhile with Roselia - Studio 9
3rd POV
After parting from Riku, Rinko made her way down the hall, her mind still echoing his words. She asked Marina where the others were and was directed to Studio 9. When she stepped inside, the rest of Roselia were already tuning instruments and running sound checks.
Lisa looked up from her bass, smirking. "You took your sweet time with your darling, huh?"
Rinko's face went crimson. "I-I did not!"
"Relax, Shirokane-san," Sayo said dryly while adjusting her guitar strap. "Imai-san's just teasing you. What did Riku-san tell you?"
Rinko clasped her hands in front of her chest, voice soft but steady. "He said not to overthink anything. Just play at our best and let everything take its course."
That simple line seemed to settle the air. Yukina, who had been silently stringing her mic cable with an expression caught between irritation and focus, finally exhaled, her shoulders easing.
Lisa rested her bass against her hip. "Yukina, I know you hate the business side of music. But one day you'll have to face it. Can't keep treating it like it's poison."
"I know," Yukina said quietly, gripping her mic stand. "But we'll deal with it when the time comes. Right now, like Riku-san said... we play at our absolute best."
"Then let's make this count," Sayo said, stepping up beside her.
"Yeah!" Ako cheered, twirling her drumsticks. "Let's warm up!"
"Roselia," Yukina said, eyes fierce again, "begin."
Their instruments came alive-notes blooming in harmony, sharp and purposeful. Rinko's fingers danced over the keyboard, her earlier nervousness fading as she lost herself in the music. The sound wasn't just a rehearsal. It was a vow.
Meanwhile with Raise A Suilen - Studio 8
Across the hall, Raise A Suilen had begun their warm-up too, though it hadn't gone smoothly. Halfway through a run, Chiyu raised her hand sharply.
"Stop. LAYER," she said, her tone all business. "If something's off, tell me now. I'm your leader-it's my job to know."
Rei looked away, fingers frozen on her bass. "It's nothing..."
Masuki leaned on her drum kit, unimpressed. "Nothin', my foot. You've been off ever since you saw Riku and that Shirokane girl hugging out there."
The room fell silent. Masuki wasn't wrong. All of them had caught that moment earlier, and Rei's expression since then had been... distant.
Chiyu sighed. "Knew this would happen."
Rokka blinked. "You knew LAYER-san likes Riku-san?"
Chiyu gave a short nod. "It's not exactly hard to tell. And honestly, she's not the only one. I can tell Toyama Kasumi feels something too. But with her, it's admiration, not romance."
Masuki raised an eyebrow. "So that leaves Rei. How'd it happen anyway?"
Rei's grip on her bass tightened. "It was back in Stockholm," she said quietly. "The way he sang... the way he carried himself on stage. There's something about him that just draws you in. When he sings with all his heart, I can't look away. I know he already has someone he cares about-but as long as I can hear that voice, that's enough for me."
The others exchanged uneasy glances. Her honesty hung in the air, raw and unguarded.
Reona finally spoke, her usual elegance dimmed by concern. "Chu²-sama, what do we do? If she keeps bottling this up, it'll eat her alive."
"I know," Chiyu murmured, pacing a little. "But I'm not sure how to deal with this kind of thing."
"Rokka?" Masuki asked. "Got any bright ideas?"
Rokka rubbed the back of her head. "I don't... I've never fallen for anyone before, so..."
"Damn," Chiyu muttered under her breath. "So no dice..."
She suddenly pulled out her phone, scrolling quickly through messages.
Reona tilted her head. "Chu²-sama? What are you looking for?"
"Quiet," Chiyu said, eyes narrowed. "I remember Mom texting me something... something about-ah. Found it."
A grin spread across her face, wide and unnervingly confident. The rest of the band recoiled instinctively. Even Reona-normally unflappable-looked wary.
"Uh-oh," Masuki muttered. "That grin's never good news."
Chiyu pocketed the phone and fixed Rei with an intense stare. "Rei. Look at me. I'm going to ask you something, and I want the truth."
Rei blinked, uncertain. "What do you want to ask?"
Chiyu crossed her arms. "I'll be blunt. You love Riku, don't you?"
The room froze.
"Eh!?" Rei stammered.
"Hah!?" Masuki yelped.
Rokka's jaw dropped. "Wait-what!?"
Reona simply raised an eyebrow, half amused. "Oh my..."
They hadn't expected her to say it outright. But Chiyu didn't flinch. She wasn't trying to be cruel-just cutting straight through the fog.
Rei stood motionless, caught between denial and exhaustion. Finally, she sighed, shoulders drooping. "Yes... I love him."
"At least you're honest," Chiyu said softly. Then her tone hardened. "Now tell me this-are you willing to throw away your normal life to be with him?"
Rei's eyes widened. "What?"
"Oi, Chu²!" Masuki barked. "What the hell are you-"
"I'm the one talking!" Chiyu snapped, her voice sharp as glass.
The air shifted. A heavy pressure filled the room, like a storm gathering over their heads. None of them could speak. Even Masuki, usually brash and loud, fell silent under that force.
For a brief moment, Chiyu wasn't the cute prodigy or the eccentric genius-she was the leader. The one who had built Raise A Suilen from nothing and made them roar loud enough to shake the world.
Then, as suddenly as it came, the tension vanished. She closed her eyes and took a breath, tone softening.
"Sorry," she muttered. "Didn't mean to scare you guys."
The others exhaled, as if they'd been holding their breath for minutes
"Pant... pant... What was that!?" Rokka gasped, clutching her chest as her legs nearly gave out.
Reona leaned on her knees, still short of breath. "Pant... I couldn't even move... or speak..."
Masuki wiped the sweat off her forehead. "Chu²... pant... what the hell did you just do!?"
Chiyu exhaled, flicking her long hair aside as her tone returned to its usual composed sharpness. "I suppose you'll find out sooner or later anyway."
The other girls stared, waiting.
"Very well," she continued. "Like Riku, I also possess an ability. I can manipulate Pressure. I can project a wave of force-psychological and physical-that bends the air and weighs down on everyone nearby. The difference is... unlike Riku, who has mastered his power completely, I can't control mine yet. Every time I use it, everyone around me gets affected."
She lifted her left wrist, revealing a slim, cyan bracelet glinting faintly in the studio light. "This bracelet keeps it in check-at least to a certain extent. Without it, I'd flatten an entire room by accident."
The others exchanged bewildered looks.
Reona's voice trembled with curiosity. "So, Chu²-sama... are you a youkai too?"
Chiyu shook her head, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "No. I'm one hundred percent human. Youkai aren't the only ones gifted with powers. Some humans are born with them too. My family happens to be one of the few with that lineage."
Masuki blinked. "Wait, wait-so your whole family can do that pressure thing?"
"More or less," Chiyu said, folding her arms. "But that's a story for another time." Her gaze shifted back to Rei, sharp but not unkind. "Now then, LAYER-you still haven't answered my question. Are you willing to abandon your normal life to be with Riku?"
Rei froze. The weight of the question was heavier than Chiyu's earlier pressure. "I..."
Chiyu sighed deeply and turned away. "You know what? Don't answer it."
"Eh? But I-" Rei began, her voice trembling.
"No," Chiyu cut her off. "I can see it in your eyes-you're hesitating. And hesitation is poison. It'll drag not only you down, but all of us. If you keep doubting yourself, you'll never reach him."
Rei's throat tightened. "But I-"
"No buts," Chiyu snapped. Her eyes softened only slightly. "Instead of giving your answer now, you have until the end of July. Give me your decision by then."
"Why... July?" Rokka asked quietly.
Chiyu's tone darkened. "Because, according to a source I trust, once the Celestial Gathering ends in August, Japan will be flipped upside down. What that means... even I'm not entirely sure. But whatever it is, it won't be peaceful."
The room went silent for a moment, a chill running down everyone's spine.
"But enough of that," Chiyu said, forcing her voice to regain its lightness. "Let's focus on the present. I don't want any of this emotional chaos happening again. Understood?"
Rei nodded slowly. "I'll... I'll try."
"Don't just try," Chiyu countered, stepping closer. "Do it. You're Raise A Suilen's voice and bass-if you falter, the rest of us fall with you. Remember: your problems are our problems too."
Rei's eyes softened, gratitude glimmering behind them. "Thank you, Chu²... I'll do my best. I'll make it up to you one day."
"If that's the case," Chiyu said, turning with a small grin, "then make sure our debut shakes Japan to its core. Let's make it the greatest damn debut this country has ever seen."
Masuki cracked a grin. "That's a lotta pressure for Rei-but I like the challenge."
"I-I'll give it my all too!" Rokka added, fists clenched.
Seeing her bandmates reignited with energy, Chiyu turned away, hiding a faint smile. Under her breath, she whispered, "Yare yare... these idiots never fail to surprise me."
Family Restaurant
Riku's POV
By the time I reached the restaurant, the lively hum of chatter filled the air. As I stepped inside, I immediately spotted Dendi and the others seated at a long table piled high with plates-burgers, steaks, ramen bowls, and even a mountain of fries.
"Okay..." I muttered, rubbing my temple. "I'm here now and, uh... that's a lot of food."
"MMMMPH~ MMMMPF~ MMPH~ MMMMPH~" Dendi mumbled through a mouthful of steak.
I gave him a deadpan look. "Don't talk when your mouth's full, dude."
He swallowed hard and gulped down half a glass of water. "Ahem! Sorry. Anyway, the food here's amazing, man! We just ordered everything that looked good."
"I can see that..." I said dryly. "Do you even have enough to pay for all this?"
Kuro wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Already did. The staff here are polite, so we settled the bill early."
"Alright," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Then why'd you call me here? You know I'm busy setting up for the event."
Amer-known in-stage as Miracle--smiled sheepishly. "That's exactly why, actually. Kuro wanted to ask if we could visit your Live House before the event starts. You know, check out the stage and everything."
I leaned back in my chair. "Sure, why not. Roselia and Raise A Suilen are doing warm-ups anyway, so the place is active. I'll give you a short tour-but finish eating first. I don't need anyone passing out halfway there."
As I said that, one of the waitresses approached with a polite bow. "Excuse me, sir. Would you like to order anything?"
I thought for a moment. "Yeah. I'll have two slices of blueberry cheesecake and a large lemon tea, please."
"Coming right up," she said cheerfully before leaving.
I leaned back and glanced at the others, who were still devouring food like they hadn't eaten in days. Dendi was practically inhaling a plate of fried rice while Amer and Kuro discussed sound mixing for their next rehearsal.
For a moment, watching them reminded me of old times-those early years with OG, before the fame and chaos. Just a bunch of idiots sharing food and dreams. A faint smile crept across my face.
A few minutes later, the waitress returned with my order. The cheesecake looked perfect-creamy with a glossy layer of blueberry compote on top. I took a forkful, savoring the sweetness.
"Damn," I muttered. "Not bad at all."
Dendi looked up from his meal. "Hey, Riku, you sure you're not nervous for tonight?"
I shrugged. "Not really. I've done this kind of thing a thousand times. But... I'll admit, there's something about tonight that feels different."
Kuro tilted his head. "Different how?"
"Hard to say," I replied. "Maybe it's because this time, I'm not the one performing. I'm the one making sure others shine."
For a brief moment, silence fell across the table. The boys exchanged looks, then Dendi grinned. "That's so you, man. Still putting everyone else first."
I chuckled softly. "Well, someone's gotta do it."
By the time I finished my cheesecake, the others had cleared their plates. We paid the bill and started heading out. As I stepped into the sunlight, I couldn't help but glance toward the direction of CiRCLE.
The air carried a strange tension-like the calm before a storm.
Whatever tonight held, I could feel it deep down-it wouldn't just be another event. Something was shifting beneath the surface, and when the curtain rose... everything would change.
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Live House CiRCLE - 12:30 P.M.
After Dendi and the others finished eating-and I took my time savoring the last bite of cheesecake-we had to wait a bit longer for them to change. When they finally walked out of the hotel, I couldn't help but smirk. Dendi and the former Na'Vi crew were all sporting their old black and yellow jackets, while Kuro and the Nigma boys came in wearing theirs, the navy-and-cyan logo stitched proudly across their backs. Nostalgia suited them.
When we arrived at CiRCLE, their jaws practically hit the floor.
Dendi whistled low. "Oi, Kuro, look! There's your logo up there!"
He pointed to a flag-an elegant "M" encircled by a metallic ring, glowing faintly under the soft lights.
Gh craned his neck. "I can see Secret and VP too... but where's Liquid? And OG?"
I grinned. "They're inside. I put all the bands that won TI in there-complete with every player who made history."
Their eyes widened like kids in an arcade. It was the kind of reaction that made the long nights worth it.
We walked in, greeted by Marina at the front desk, multitasking like a pro.
"Riku, you're back," she said, glancing at the crowd behind me. "And... who are they?"
"My friends," I explained. "They wanted to take a look before the event starts. Where are Aya and Hatate? I told them to cover the front, didn't I?"
"They're down at the stage," Marina replied. "Adjusting the sound system. Oh-and a parcel came in just before you arrived."
"Right. The upgrade parts for the new setup."
We continued the tour, the guys trailing behind as if walking through a museum of memories. Every wall, every banner carried a piece of esports history-each TI-winning team immortalized. Dendi's crew stopped beneath their own banner, names stitched in gold. Kuro's group stood silently under the Liquid one, eyes soft with a kind of old pride that words didn't need to touch. Even iLTW, usually reserved, cracked a faint smile.
"Man," Artstyle muttered, voice half-distant. "Feels like coming home."
"Yeah," I said, pausing beside him. "That's what I wanted. Whoever walks through these doors-whether it's a rookie or a legend-I want them to feel that spark again."
He nodded, slow and thoughtful. "You really invested hard in this place."
"I want people to have a great time here," I replied. "To see them smile while playing, or find what they're meant to do. That's the goal."
Right on cue, Hatate appeared from the hallway, a tablet clutched under her arm.
"Riku, Peakey P-key just arrived."
I nodded. "Got it. I'll meet them in a bit." Then I turned back to the guys. "If you want to try out the studios, go ahead. Every room's got a soundproof option-just use the control panel here."
I demonstrated, tapping the sleek screen mounted by the door. A soft hum filled the air as the walls shimmered, muting the outside world instantly.
Dendi blinked. "Bro... that's sick."
"Have fun," I said with a faint grin before heading toward the lobby.
Live House CiRCLE - Lobby
As I rounded the corner, ready to greet Peakey P-key with the usual friendly banter, I stopped mid-sentence.
"You're the third to arri-whoa. What the hell happened to you two?"
Kyoko and Shinobu looked like they hadn't slept in a week-eyebags dark enough to make concealer give up on the spot.
Shinobu exhaled heavily, rubbing her temple. "We made some last-minute changes."
Kyoko nodded weakly. "It took us... a day and a half to finish."
I gave a sympathetic chuckle. "Sounds brutal. But you made it. Roselia's already warming up, and Raise A Suilen just finished their set."
Shinobu crossed her arms, masking exhaustion behind her trademark sharpness. "Hmph. Hopefully that pipsqueak puts up a challenge."
By "pipsqueak," I knew exactly who she meant. Sunday's encounter had clearly left its mark.
Flashback - Live House CiRCLE, a few hours earlier
3rd POV
The girls had just finished the final adjustments to the stage, and the sound of Kyoko's satisfied sigh filled the air.
Riku leaned against the railings, watching them pack up their gear. "So you're finally done."
Kyoko brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and nodded. "Yup. The stage is now just how we like it once we start."
"Good. I'm glad you're satisfied," Riku said with a faint smile.
Before he could turn away, Shinobu stepped forward, her expression sharp with that familiar fire in her eyes. "Oi, Riku. Before we leave..." she said, crossing her arms, "I challenge you right here, right now."
Her bandmates blinked in surprise.
"Shinobu?" Yuka asked, unsure whether she'd heard right.
Rinko, who had been nearby helping with some cables, tilted her head slightly. "Inuyose-san, why do you want to challenge Riku?"
Shinobu's answer came without hesitation, her gaze locked on him. "Over the past years, I've worked to become one of Japan's best young DJs. But I can't call myself the best until I've proven I can surpass you. So-Nagae Riku-I challenge you to a best-of-one right here. Or are you afraid to accept?"
The air tightened. Riku looked at her in silence for a few seconds, weighing her words. He could tell she'd improved-her confidence, her control-but something in her tone felt desperate, like she was chasing more than a win.
Before he could answer, a sharp voice cut through the air.
"Oi! You can't just challenge Iku like that!"
Everyone turned. Chiyu-Chu²-stood there, hands on her hips and a scowl that could cut glass.
Shinobu narrowed her eyes. "Can it, gremlin. I'm talking to Riku, not you."
That one word-gremlin-was enough to make Chiyu's patience snap like a brittle wire.
"Why, you-!" she shot back, stepping forward. "Then I challenge you! I learned to DJ from Riku himself. I'm basically his student. So if you want a piece of him, you go through me first!"
Reona and Rokka immediately tried to calm her down, each grabbing an arm, but she shook them off. Rei just stared, frozen between disbelief and worry, while Masuki sighed and rubbed her forehead.
Shinobu, clearly annoyed, glared back. "You really want to get beaten that badly? Fine. I'll show you how a real DJ performs."
And that's when Riku's patience ran dry.
"Enough!"
The single word hit the room like a thunderclap.
A crack of lightning burst from his body, arcs of blue-white energy flashing through the air. The lights flickered. Every strand of hair in the room lifted.
Even Leo/need-who had been nearby watching the setup-flinched at the sudden surge of power.
"Eh?!" Ichika gasped, shielding her face from the static.
"W-what in the-" Saki started, stepping back.
Honami froze mid-sentence, and even Shiho-normally composed-looked visibly startled. The quiet stoicism in her expression cracked into wide-eyed shock as sparks danced around Riku's shoulders.
When his voice came again, it was low but firm. "There are no fights in my Live House. If anyone starts one again, I won't hesitate to remove you from the event. Understand?"
The silence that followed was deafening. Every girl nodded, visibly shaken.
Riku exhaled slowly, the electricity dimming around him until it vanished completely. He turned to Leo/need and bowed slightly. "Sorry about that. Didn't mean to startle you."
Then his gaze drifted back to Shinobu. The tension in his eyes softened, but his tone stayed level. "As for your challenge... fine. I accept. Let's get it over with. But this had better be the last time you start something like that, Shinobu."
She didn't argue. Just nodded once, lips pressed tight.
Riku outlined the rules: a single-song battle. The judges would be the leaders of each band present-Yukina, Ichika, Kasumi, Kyoko, and Chiyu. Whoever secured three of the five votes would win.
With that settled, Shinobu turned and walked toward the stage. The DJ table glowed faintly under the lights, her hands steady as she slipped on her headphones.
The track she dropped was sharp, heavy with layers-her style had matured. Every beat landed clean. Every shift was intentional. But beneath the precision, something felt hollow, like the heart of the song hadn't fully caught up to her skill.
When the last note faded, she stepped back, expression unreadable.
Then it was Riku's turn.
He approached the table in silence, placed his hands on the controls, and closed his eyes. For a moment, the world seemed to still. Then, under his breath, he murmured-
"Perfect Cherry Blossom... V3."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxLHtVCnT40
The first note rang like a ripple of wind across a frozen lake. What followed wasn't just music-it was a vision. The melody painted images in sound: petals swirling under moonlight, frost melting into spring, a calm sorrow threaded with quiet hope.
When he lifted his hands at the end, the room stayed utterly still.
Kyoko was the first to blink, dazed. "It's like... the music took us somewhere else."
Ichika nodded slowly, voice soft with awe. "Somewhere magical."
Yukina folded her arms, her usual composure tempered by admiration. "Riku-san did it again."
Chiyu blinked. "Wait-again? You mean he's done this before?"
Kasumi beamed. "He did something similar when he performed at Live House GALAXY last month. The track was called Judgement Star."
Around them, the other band members broke into murmurs.
Masuki leaned back with a low whistle. "You saw that, right? The way he played the damn table..."
Rokka nodded, still wide-eyed. "He played most of it manually... It was just like Chu²-san."
Yuka crossed her arms thoughtfully. "Now I get why Shinobu challenged him. She's chasing that."
Sayo's tone was half-amused, half-admiring. "Feels like GALAXY all over again."
Arisa nodded. "Yeah, when Riku-san performed back then, we saw someone in the projection. That girl-Sanae, wasn't it?"
Rinko turned toward her. "This time it was Youmu-san."
Saaya frowned slightly. "That's right. When Riku-kun played, we saw her... fighting."
Ako scratched her head. "But why was Youmu-san in the music in the first place?"
Hatate, who had been quietly leaning by the wall, finally spoke. "That's because Riku-kun made that song for her."
Every head turned toward her.
Rei tilted her head. "What do you mean, 'for her'?"
Hatate smiled faintly. "Riku has a habit of making music based on the people close to him. Perfect Cherry Blossom was composed for Youmu. It reflects her spirit."
Rimi's eyes sparkled. "So that means... we might have songs too?"
Hatate chuckled softly. "Eventually. He's working on mine now. He only writes when he finds time, but he's already made a few for us. He even composed one for himself."
Riku raised an eyebrow, stepping back toward them. "Flame from the Black Sea. That's mine," he said, half-joking. Then his tone shifted. "Now then-judges, your verdict?"
The leaders didn't even hesitate.
"Riku-san," Yukina said simply.
"Owner-san," Ichika followed.
"Senpai!" Kasumi added brightly.
"Riku," Kyoko sighed, shaking her head with a reluctant grin.
And finally-"Riku," Chiyu said, smirking faintly.
Five votes. Zero for Shinobu.
The result was decisive.
Shinobu stared at the floor for a long second, then lifted her head with a quiet scoff. "Hmph. Looks like you haven't lost your touch. Not bad for someone who barely DJs anymore."
Her gaze flicked toward Chiyu. "Oi. Your name."
Chiyu straightened, pride flashing in her eyes. "Tamade Chiyu. Leader and DJ of Raise A Suilen. Remember it."
Shinobu smirked faintly. "That remains to be seen."
With that, she turned and started for the door, her band following close behind.
"Oi! Where are you going?" Chiyu called out.
"Home," Shinobu said without looking back. "I've seen enough. Peakey P-key will be making adjustments. Riku, we'll send the details through email."
"Very well," Riku replied calmly, glancing at the time. "Hatate-answer Leo/need's questions properly so they understand everything."
Hatate nodded. "Sure, but... where are you off to?"
Riku slung his jacket over his shoulder, heading for the exit. "Dendi called. Says he's got someone to pick up."
The door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving the faint hum of silence in his wake.
End of Flashback.
"By the way," I asked, leaning against the counter, "where's Keigo? I thought he'd be coming here with you."
Esora let out a small laugh and shrugged. "Well, his mom called in. Probably won't make it today. Something about the summer festival or something?"
I exhaled through my nose. So it's time then.
Yuka tilted her head, curiosity glimmering in her eyes. "You know what they're doing?"
"Yeah," I replied, crossing my arms. "This year's the first time Keigo will be holding the reins at the Horikawa Summer Festival. That means he'll be running the whole thing-and leading the Taiko performance himself."
Kyoko's expression softened, equal parts surprise and respect. "That's... a lot of responsibility."
"It is," I said with a faint smile. "The Horikawa family's been doing this for generations-with help from the Tsukumo family. Now that Keigo's the only child, it's his turn to uphold the tradition."
Their faces reflected admiration. For a moment, I could almost hear the deep rhythm of Taiko drums echoing in memory-steady, proud, carrying the weight of the years. But the moment passed, and I motioned toward the hallway.
"Anyway, if you girls want more practice, Studio 7's open. Go ahead and use it while you can. I'll stay here and wait for Leo/need and Poppin'Party to arrive."
The Peakys nodded and headed out, their chatter fading as the studio door closed behind them. The silence that followed felt oddly grounding.
"Marina," I said, glancing at her, "go help Aya and Hatate downstairs. I'll take care of things up here."
She nodded obediently and disappeared toward the stairwell, leaving me alone in the lobby with the soft hum of the monitors. I turned toward the security desk and began flipping through the camera feeds, checking each studio one by one.
Studio 4-Dendi's group. They were headbanging so hard it almost looked like a metal concert. Since when did they start playing metal? I couldn't help but chuckle under my breath.
Studio 5-Nigma. The keyboard was missing this time; they were practicing with double guitars instead. Experimental, but not bad.
Studio 6-Raise A Suilen. Snacks everywhere. Wait-where the hell did they even get those? I shook my head, amused.
And before I could switch to Roselia's feed-
"POPPIN'PARTY, SANJOU!!"
Kasumi's voice pierced through the calm like a burst of fireworks.
A heartbeat later, another familiar one followed. "Leo/need is here! Sorry it took us a while."
I turned toward the entrance just in time to see both bands walking in, cheerful and energetic as ever. The room instantly filled with the kind of noise only they could bring-laughter, greetings, the shuffle of instrument cases.
"Nah, you girls got here just in time," I said with a wave. "Take a few minutes if you need to warm up."
Ichika stepped forward then, looking unusually serious. "Um... owner-san, there's something I need to show you. Can I borrow your computer for a bit?"
I arched a brow but gestured for her to go ahead. She quickly connected her phone to the system, fingers moving with quiet urgency.
"What is it you want to show me?" I asked.
Saki stepped in beside her, smiling proudly. "We wanted to introduce you to our fifth member!"
"Oh, right," I recalled. "You're performing with a virtual singer this time, right? I saw it in your profile. I'll admit, I'm actually looking forward to that-it's a first in music history, after all."
Ichika nodded. "Alright, it's connected."
The studio's security feeds vanished, replaced by a digital background of a classroom-tables and chairs pushed to the sides, leaving a clear open space.
Then, a voice spoke.
"Are~ Ichika?"
That voice-soft, familiar, filled with warmth that shouldn't have been possible through code-made my chest tighten instantly.
And when I looked at the screen, there she was.
A girl with long, messy dark teal hair streaked with pink, tied in twin tails. She wore a black school uniform with a magenta ribbon, her bright digital eyes flickering with life.
Ichika smiled. "Miku, I want to introduce you to the owner. Na-"
But before she could finish, the girl gasped.
"Riku? Is that you? Is that really you, Riku?"
The others froze. Ichika's mouth fell slightly open. But I just stared, unable to form words.
"Riku?" she said again, her voice trembling slightly. "Can you hear me?"
Honami turned to me, startled. "Miku... you know him?"
My throat felt dry. The words that escaped me came out softer than I intended. "How are you... I thought you were gone..."
Saaya looked between us, confused. "Riku-kun, you know who she is?"
I exhaled slowly, forcing my mind to catch up with my heart. "Hatsune Miku... an A.I. designed to guide people in finding their own music." I paused. "And my mother's greatest creation."
The room went silent. Not the awkward kind, but the heavy, stunned kind that pressed against the chest.
I could see disbelief in every face-Ichika's, Saki's, Honami's, Shiho's. Even Miku's expression flickered with what looked like sadness.
And then, a voice came from the door behind me.
"Nii-san."
I turned. Standing at the doorway was Mafuyu, her eyes wide, her voice trembling. Behind her were the members of 25-ji, frozen in quiet shock.
"Nii-san," she said again, almost whispering. "Is it true? Mother was the one who created Miku?"
Saki's voice came next, small and uncertain. "Mafuyu-senpai? Why are you here? And... why did you call owner-san nii-san?"
The question hung in the air, cutting through the silence like a blade. I closed my eyes briefly, gathering myself. This wasn't something I could let spiral in an open lobby.
"Everyone," I said at last, my tone calm but firm, "let's continue this in my office. This conversation isn't something to be had out here." I turned toward the monitor. "Miku, return to Ichika's phone for now."
She saluted cheerfully. "Roger that!"
With a faint digital shimmer, she vanished, retreating back into Ichika's device-leaving everyone in awe.
Honami blinked, still processing. "How did she...?"
"You'll know soon enough," I replied, already moving toward the hallway. "Follow me. Time's ticking."
"Poppin'Party," I called over my shoulder, "Studio 2's yours. Start warming up."
Kasumi hesitated. "What about Ichika-chan and the others, senpai?"
"They'll follow after I'm done with something," I said simply.
She nodded and hurried off with her bandmates, still buzzing with confusion. The others-Ichika, Saki, Mafuyu, and the rest-fell into step behind me as I led them through the corridor.
The faint echo of footsteps and the hum of the fluorescent lights filled the silence. No one spoke, not even Mafuyu. Her usual composed demeanor was gone, replaced by a look that mixed disbelief and longing.
When we reached my office, I unlocked the door and motioned them inside.
The soft click of the latch behind us sealed the room in quiet isolation. For the first time since Miku appeared, I allowed myself to breathe. The past, it seemed, had found a way to catch up again-and this time, it was staring straight through a monitor, wearing the voice of someone who was never supposed to return.