Unknown Location
3rd POV
The air was thick with unease as Ursula and Nino stood before the enigmatic gap youkai, her violet eyes glinting faintly through the mist that clung to the ruins around them. Yukari's sudden request had already left the two stunned—but the mention of Japan made them exchange wary glances.
"To Japan?" Ursula's voice cut through the tension, calm but laced with disbelief. "But why?"
"There is something I want you to deliver to a certain someone," Yukari replied, her fan half-hiding her expression. The elegance in her tone didn't soften the weight behind her words.
Nino frowned. "Why don't you do it yourself then?"
"I wish I could," Yukari sighed, the edge of her fan lowering to reveal tired eyes. "But I can't. There's a barrier impeding my abilities—and it isn't an ordinary one. It spans across the country, sealing even the smallest distortions of space. As I am, I can only open gaps over short distances."
Ursula tilted her head slightly, analytical as ever. "And how far is your limit?"
"Roughly a hundred miles," Yukari answered with quiet irritation. "Take it or leave it. I can still use my gaps to escape, but the barrier restricts how many I can bring with me. Even carrying one person strains the boundary."
Nino crossed her arms, frustration evident. "Then how do you expect us to deliver anything if you can't even take us halfway?"
"There's another route," Yukari said. "You'll need to reach Stockholm."
Ursula blinked. "Stockholm?"
"Yes," Yukari confirmed, her tone firm yet deliberate. "Someone there will keep an eye on you once you arrive. Don't concern yourselves with the government—they've already been briefed. You'll be allowed entry as long as you don't cause trouble."
The mature woman's gaze shifted eastward, her voice dropping a note colder. "And one more thing. The Angel of Death is seven miles from here—currently stationary. That won't last. Move quickly."
At that, Nino's expression tightened. "Ursula! We have to get to Jaffar's side before that thing moves!"
"I know," Ursula replied, her voice calm despite the growing urgency. She turned back to Yukari, her crimson eyes glinting faintly. "Yakumo Yukari... we won't forget this. You've done more than we deserve. We're indebted to you."
"Then make that debt worthwhile," Yukari said, a faint smile curling beneath her fan. "Reach Stockholm safely. Time isn't your ally."
The two assassins nodded, wasting no breath as they vanished into the shadows of the forest, their cloaks rippling behind them like specters in flight.
Once they were gone, the silence broke—not by wind or wildlife, but by the soft crunch of footsteps surrounding Yukari. Dozens of figures emerged from the gloom, their presence cold and unnatural. They were pale as moonlight, with hair as dark as obsidian and eyes gleaming like molten gold.
Yukari's gaze drifted over them, unimpressed. "So... these are the ones Riku mentioned." Her fan lowered slightly, revealing an amused smirk. "Pale skin, ebony hair, and those charming dark-gold eyes. You certainly fit the description."
Her expression darkened. "My power may be restrained by this barrier... but don't mistake suppression for helplessness."
She snapped her fingers.
A vast, glowing sigil flared into existence behind her—its intricate lines drawn in shimmering violet light. The forest floor trembled, scattering leaves and ash as reality itself bent under her will.
"But this much," she whispered, her voice carrying the chill of a predator's smile, "is more than enough to deal with the likes of you."
One of the pale figures lunged forward with inhuman speed—but before it could even reach her, the air warped. Threads of energy lashed out like whips, slicing through the assailant and dissolving its form into smoke.
"I do hope you'll make this entertaining," Yukari said, her tone light but her aura suffocating. "It's been centuries since I've had a proper warm-up."
As her words fell, the sigil expanded, erupting in a surge of light and shadow. The ground split open with violent bursts of energy—flames tinted violet and black consumed everything within sight. Screams echoed through the forest as Yukari's magic twisted the air itself into a storm of chaos.
The gap youkai raised her fan to her lips once more, half-covering her grin. "Come then," she murmured, eyes gleaming beneath the cascade of destruction. "Let's dance."
Her laughter, soft yet terrible, rang through the night—filling the sky with a sound that was neither joy nor madness, but something far older and far more terrifying.
And under that fractured moonlight, the forest became her stage.
Back in Japan
Tōtsuki Resort – 8th Floor, Riku's Room
May 30, 2021 – Sunday – 5:30 A.M.
Rinko's POV
The faint rustle of curtains woke me. Morning light crept through the window, brushing the edge of the bed. My eyes fluttered open to see the clock—5:30 A.M. A quiet groan escaped my lips as I rubbed my temples. Right... I'd stayed up waiting for Riku last night, but somewhere along the line, fatigue won. I was supposed to surprise him. I even went as far as to ask Imai-san for help.
I stretched my arms lazily, my joints protesting the early hour, then turned my head—and froze.
Riku was sitting in the chair by the window, one leg crossed over the other, his face the color of a ripe tomato. Two steaming cups rested on the table beside him.
Oh no.
The second I realized why he was blushing, I yanked the blanket up to my chin in panic.
"R-R-Riku?!" I stammered, my voice cracking. "Since when did you get here?"
He sighed, his tone caught between amusement and exhaustion. "Since last night, obviously. I got back later than planned. You were already asleep and wouldn't wake up no matter what I tried."
My stomach dropped. "Don't tell me that—"
"Yes," he interrupted, scratching his cheek awkwardly. "I had no choice but to sleep beside you. In one bed."
His words hit harder than I wanted to admit. My face burned hot as my mind short-circuited. We used to fall asleep next to each other as kids, but that was years ago—and in separate beds. This was... different.
"And..." Riku's eyes darted away, voice barely above a whisper. "...that's kinda bold of you, Rinko."
"Bold?" I blinked, confused—then looked down.
Oh no. Oh no.
I finally noticed what I was wearing: the silk nightwear I'd chosen specifically for the "surprise." It was delicate, borderline indecent, something Imai-san had insisted would "definitely get his attention." Mission accomplished, I guess.
"P-please forget what you saw!" I squeaked, clutching the blanket tighter. "Please!"
Riku gave a half-laugh, half-sigh. "Too late for that. And, well... to be honest, you look kind of... sexy in that."
"F-FUEHHHHHH?!" The squeal escaped before I could stop it—just like Matsubara-san whenever she panics. My embarrassment only deepened when Riku broke into a fit of laughter.
"Hahaha... that was very adorable of you, Rinko." He reached for something on the table and held it out. "Here. Wear this before you catch a cold. And I brought you warm milk—just how you like it."
I cautiously accepted the robe, muttering a quiet thank you before slipping it on. The soft fabric brushed against my skin as I climbed out of bed and sat beside him, taking the mug in both hands. The warmth seeped through my palms and steadied me a little.
Riku took a sip of his own drink before glancing sideways. "Now... mind telling me why you were wearing that in the first place?"
I felt my cheeks heat up again. "W-well... I wanted to surprise you," I admitted, eyes lowering to the floor. "And Imai-san helped me pick it out."
He groaned softly. "Of course it had to be Lisa. Should've known." A faint grin tugged at his lips. "Well, it worked. I was definitely surprised. I even... clearly saw—"
"EH?!" I yelped, instinctively covering my chest with my arms.
"Don't worry!" he quickly said, waving both hands defensively. "I didn't do anything! I swear!"
I studied him carefully. Despite my embarrassment, I could tell he wasn't lying—his expression was honest, almost painfully so.
"...Alright," I said finally, relaxing a little. "I trust you." I took another sip of my milk, then glanced his way. "So... what did you talk about last night?"
That was enough to shift the air. Riku leaned back in his chair and began recounting everything: his conversation with the chefs, their discovery about his youkai nature, and how surprisingly calm they'd been about it. I listened in silence, the steam from my mug curling lazily between us.
"I see..." I murmured when he finished. "So they know now. I'm honestly surprised they weren't afraid of you."
"Curious, more like," he said with a faint chuckle. "Alice even asked me to use a spell right there in the room. I didn't, obviously. But after that, Johan called me in for some OG business. That's why I got back so late."
"Ah, that explains it." I nodded, setting down my mug. "Aren't you going to the gym today?"
He shook his head. "Nope. Sunday's my rest day. Even paperwork gets a day off. So, I'll cook breakfast while you change."
"R-right. Um... Riku?"
"Yeah?"
I hesitated. My heart thudded faster, but the words were already on my tongue. "Can I... kiss you?"
For a heartbeat, the world stopped. Riku blinked in stunned silence, as though he wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. Then my brain caught up with what I'd just said.
"I-I mean! Forget what I said! I'll just—mph!"
Before I could finish, his hand caught mine, pulling me closer until our lips met.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't clumsy. It was gentle—softer than the first time. My breath hitched as warmth spread through me. My eyes fluttered shut, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. Riku's arms encircled my waist, holding me like he was afraid I'd fade away if he let go.
Seconds stretched into something timeless. The world beyond that moment didn't exist—only the quiet rhythm of our hearts and the soft touch of our lips.
When we finally parted, Riku's forehead rested lightly against mine. He smiled, honest and warm, the kind of smile that made my knees weak.
"Was that good enough for you?" he asked softly.
I swallowed hard, still dazed. "I... I loved it."
"I'm glad," he said with a small laugh. "Now, go on. Get changed before breakfast gets cold."
Reluctantly, I nodded and stood up, still dizzy from the lingering warmth of the kiss. As I stepped into the hallway, I couldn't stop the tiny smile tugging at my lips.
When I reached my room, I collapsed backward onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling as my fingers brushed against my lips.
"It felt even better than the first one..." I whispered to myself, cheeks still pink. "I wonder what Riku was thinking while we kissed..."
My heart gave another flutter at the thought. I shook my head, laughing under my breath. "Ah, I'm hopeless..."
With that, I forced myself up and started changing into my clothes, though part of me still lingered in that soft, wordless moment we'd shared.
For once, the morning didn't feel so early.
Riku's POV
Even after brushing my teeth and splashing my face with cold water, the memory of that kiss refused to fade. My lips still tingled faintly—like a phantom warmth that refused to leave. Not good. If I wasn't careful, I could get addicted to that feeling.
I exhaled and shook my head, forcing the thought aside as I made the bed and zipped up the last of my luggage. It was checkout day anyway, and the girls would be up soon. Time to focus on something less... emotionally volatile.
Cooking, for instance.
I moved to the small kitchen space and began prepping ingredients. Today's breakfast would be something simple but nostalgic—omurice. The sound of the rice sizzling against the pan filled the room, grounding me in the rhythm of routine. For a moment, the faint scent of butter and soy sauce was all that existed.
Footsteps broke the silence.
"Good morning, girls," I said, glancing over my shoulder as the others trickled in, still drowsy but smiling. "Did you sleep well?"
Ran stifled a yawn. "We did... but when did you get back? You know Rinko was waiting for you."
"I know," I admitted with a faint grin.
Chisato tilted her head, eyes narrowing with that mischievous glint she was famous for. "So that means... you two slept in the same bed?"
I kept stirring the rice, pretending to be unaffected. "I had no choice. She was already asleep when I got there. And don't worry, we just slept. Nothing more."
Chisato smiled knowingly. "I see."
Before she could pry any further, I changed the subject. "By the way, can one of you check on Kokoro? Orin told her not to move too much yet."
"I'll handle that," Kaoru volunteered immediately, adjusting her scarf with a dramatic flourish. "Leave it to me."
As Kaoru disappeared down the hallway, Rinko arrived, freshly changed and—thankfully—fully dressed.
"Good morning, everyone," she greeted softly. "Where's Kaoru-san going?"
"Checking on Kokoro," Chisato replied, then smirked. "So... how does it feel to sleep next to Riku?"
Rinko froze mid-step, her face blooming crimson. "I–I didn't even realize I was sleeping beside him!"
I nearly fumbled the spatula at that, the rice crackling dangerously close to burning. "Like I said," I cut in, "I came in late, and she was already asleep. It's not what you think."
Ran changed the topic before the teasing went too far. "What's for breakfast?"
"Omurice," I said, regaining my focus. "I'm trying a version I learned in Kyoto during my road trip with OG."
"Road trip?" Ran and Chisato said together, intrigued.
I chuckled, flipping the rice with practiced ease. "Yeah. After we won TI10, the old OG team and I took some time off. We toured around Japan—no cameras, no media, just us. When we stopped in Kyoto, we met this humble chef who served the best omurice I'd ever tasted. The man even taught me how to make it."
Rinko's eyes softened. "And what you're making now is the same one he taught you back then?"
I nodded. "Exactly. The only thing missing is the ox demi-glace. I ordered it earlier but—"
A knock at the door cut me off.
I turned down the heat and went to answer it. Sure enough, a staff member stood there with a small covered pot.
"This is the ox demi-glace you requested," the man said politely.
"Perfect timing. Thank you," I replied, taking it carefully.
When I returned, the girls were chatting quietly around the table. I set the pot beside the stove and checked the rice one last time.
"Good morning, everyone!!"
Kokoro's voice rang from the doorway, bright and cheerful despite her injuries.
"Morning, Kokoro," I greeted. "How's your body holding up?"
"It still hurts a bit, but I'll listen to what Orin said," she replied, giving a determined nod.
"Good girl. Take a seat—breakfast's almost ready."
"Hai!" she chirped, easing herself into a chair.
The room filled with quiet anticipation as I cracked fresh eggs into a bowl, whisked them, and poured them into the pan. The familiar rhythm steadied my thoughts. I used the technique Chef Motokichi had shown me—the "Ton Ton" method, tapping the handle of the pan just right so the omelet folded in on itself like silk.
It took a few tries to master back in Kyoto. Now, it flowed naturally.
The girls watched in fascination as I slid the fluffy omelet over the mound of fried rice and placed it before them.
"Here you go," I said, smiling faintly. "This is the Kyoto-style omurice that chef taught me."
Chisato leaned forward, eyes wide. "It looks incredible. Then—"
"Not yet," I interrupted, picking up a knife. "The final touch matters most."
I gently sliced down the center of the omelet on her plate. The soft yolk inside parted perfectly, spilling outward like a golden river that coated the rice beneath. Then, from the pot, I drizzled a dark, glossy stream of ox demi-glace over the top. The scent—rich, buttery, and faintly smoky—filled the entire suite.
"Now," I said, stepping back, "it's complete."
The girls were silent for a moment, just staring at the dish as if it were art.
Ran exhaled in awe. "Wow..."
"Beautiful," Chisato whispered.
Kaoru had just returned and clasped her hands dramatically. "Oh my lord... such elegance! Such grace! This is the cuisine of a man who transcends mortal restraint!"
Kokoro clapped her hands together eagerly. "Onii-chan! Do mine next!"
I chuckled, repeating the process for her and then for the rest. Once everyone had their plates, I finally sat down with my own.
"Alright," I said, resting my palms together, "let's not wait any longer." I glanced around the table, the familiar warmth of shared routine settling over us. "I give thanks—to all the ingredients in this world."
And in perfect unison, they answered,
"Itadakimasu!"
The room filled with the gentle clinking of forks and soft hums of approval. Chisato was the first to comment, her eyes bright as she tasted the dish.
"The texture of the egg... it's so soft! And this sauce—it's perfectly balanced, not too rich or heavy."
Ran nodded. "Yeah. It's... comforting. Kinda nostalgic."
Rinko didn't say anything at first, just smiled as she took her first bite. The look in her eyes said enough. She remembered too—the road trips, the long nights of exhaustion after tournaments, the quiet meals that felt more like family than victory celebrations.
Kaoru dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin and exhaled dramatically. "I feel as though I've glimpsed heaven itself."
Kokoro simply beamed, cheeks puffed as she chewed. "Onii-chan's cooking never disappoints!"
I chuckled quietly, watching them. Their laughter and chatter filled the room, soft but alive. Moments like this reminded me why I still enjoyed cooking, even after years of chaos and battles.
It wasn't about technique or perfection—it was about warmth. About connection.
As I leaned back in my chair, the morning sunlight broke through the clouds outside, spilling over the table in gold. The girls' faces lit up in that glow, a scene too peaceful to disturb.
Maybe, for a brief moment, this was what normal felt like.
And I intended to savor it while it lasted.
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Tōtsuki Resort – Tennis Court – 9:00 A.M.
After breakfast—and a series of foodgasms that could probably wake the dead—the girls wanted to explore the resort grounds. But Chisato pulled me aside and asked for help with her tennis game. I wasn't a pro, but I knew the basics well enough to be useful, so I agreed.
When the others overheard, their curiosity killed their plans for sightseeing. They tagged along, claiming it'd be "fun" to do something active. Chisato gave her blessing, though she made Kaoru promise not to broadcast what we were doing to the entire resort. Kaoru swore she'd keep it a secret, but with that mischievous smile of hers, I wasn't completely convinced.
The resort's tennis courts were immaculate—grass trimmed, nets pristine, the morning light glinting across the polished fences. Thankfully, the hotel provided full tennis sets for guests, even proper shirts that somehow matched everyone's size.
Chisato and I took one court, warming up under the soft sun. Kaoru and Ran occupied the next one, already treating it like a championship match. Meanwhile, Kokoro and Rinko sat on the benches—Kokoro because she was still recovering, Rinko because... well, she and sports had an unspoken agreement to stay out of each other's way.
Chisato glanced at the neighboring court. "Looks like Kaoru's getting fired up already."
I followed her gaze. Kaoru and Ran were in a heated rally, grinning like rivals in a shōnen sports anime. "With her height and reach, Kaoru's got the upper hand," I said, watching the scoreboard blink 30–15 in her favor.
Chisato smirked. "Is that so? Then shall we, Riku? We've done at least a hundred strokes for warm-up."
I adjusted my stance and nodded. "Guess that's enough. Get ready, Chisato."
The breeze brushed past as I bounced the ball a few times. My muscles relaxed, my breathing slowed. Then—just for fun—I let instinct take over.
"Breath of Water – Eighth Form: Waterfall Basin."
I tossed the ball up and swung.
Chisato's POV
As I braced for the serve, something caught my eye. Was that... water forming around his racket?
The sound of contact split the air—sharp, fluid—and then the ball blurred toward me like a bullet wrapped in mist.
Too fast!
The ball hit the court, sending up a spray that made it feel like rain had just fallen. I flinched, shielding my face.
15–0.
Ran and Kaoru froze mid-match. Even Kokoro-chan and Rinko-chan blinked, jaws slack.
Before I could even comment, Riku served again—this time a normal shot. I exhaled and returned it toward his far left. But in a blink, he was already there, his movement leaving behind a faint trail of electricity.
His next swing came low and precise, his racket once again coated in a watery sheen. The ball curved with an elegant ripple and landed just beyond my reach.
30–0.
I lowered my racket and glared across the net. "Riku. What the hell was that? Why did I just see water coming out of your racket?"
He exhaled slowly, scratching his cheek. "You saw that too, huh? Didn't think anyone could. It's something I learned years ago from the Nagae archives—a breathing technique."
Everyone went quiet.
"Breathing technique?" Ran repeated.
Riku nodded. "Yeah. It's mainly for swordsmanship, but I... sort of adapted it. Different tools, same concept. Helps channel the flow of breath into movement."
I crossed my arms. "So, in short, you turned tennis practice into one of your experiments again."
He gave a sheepish smile. "Pretty much. Sorry about that."
"Then please stop using me as your test subject," I shot back, though my tone softened near the end. "You're here to help me improve, not to show off your mystical techniques."
Riku chuckled lightly. "Fair. Alright, no tricks this time. Let's play properly."
I nodded, raising my racket once more.
Rinko's POV
The air had grown warmer since the match began. The smell of grass and the echo of rackets filled the quiet stretches between rallies. Kokoro-chan and I sat together on the bench, watching Riku and Chisato-san play across the court. For a while, she seemed her usual lively self—but lately, her eyes had that glassy, faraway look.
"Kokoro-chan?" I asked softly.
She didn't answer. Instead, her lips curved faintly, and the tone that followed wasn't hers at all.
"Kokoro isn't here for now," the voice said, calm and lower. "So I took over."
I stiffened. "S–Shinzo-san?"
The grin was unmistakable. It wasn't Kokoro anymore—it was her other half.
"Please, drop the honorifics," Shinzo said, her tone even, composed. "As for why I took control of her body... Kokoro may look fine on the outside, but inside, she's still in rough shape. The last battle with nii left more strain than she lets on. She just needs rest—she'll be okay after this."
"I see..." I nodded quietly. "Shinzo, may I ask something?"
Her golden eyes turned toward me, half-lidded with that familiar cold sharpness. "Go on."
"Do you... see Riku the same way Kokoro-chan does?"
The air darkened. A faint, inky aura coiled around her shoulders.
"Pathetic drivel," she muttered.
"Eh?" My voice came out small.
The darkness flared, then slowly ebbed as she exhaled, regaining composure. Her next words came steadier.
"When I first awakened—when Kokoro unlocked her magic—the Hakurei immediately branded me a threat," she said, her tone hollow but honest. "To them, darkness was enough reason to kill me. Nii stood before them and swore that I wasn't one. His testimony spared me from being sealed away forever. I owe him for that. I respect him deeply—not only for his strength, but because he sees beyond what others fear."
"So... you don't want to be spoiled by him like Kokoro does?" I asked, half teasing.
That earned me a soft, dangerous laugh. "Don't make me laugh, Rinko. Kokoro and I may share a body, but we are nothing alike. Her world revolves around him. Mine doesn't."
Her eyes glinted mischievously. "By the way... how's the kiss?"
My face went crimson in an instant. "W–W–What—how did you—?!"
"It was just a wild guess." Shinzo smirked. "But from that face, I suppose I guessed right."
I groaned, pressing my palms over my cheeks. "You really enjoy messing with me, don't you?"
"Maybe," she admitted, still amused. Then, her tone softened. "Take care of nii, Rinko. I know several women around him have feelings they'll never admit aloud. Don't let that shake you. You're stronger than you think."
I looked at her in surprise. "You're... oddly kind right now."
Shinzo chuckled faintly, the edge fading from her tone. "I'm just being honest. Kokoro loves him more than she realizes. If something ever happened to him... she might never recover. So keep an eye on him, will you?"
"I... I'll try," I said quietly.
"You'd better." She gave a small, tired smile. "Now, mind if I lean on your shoulder? It's draining, keeping this body steady while she rests."
I nodded. "Go ahead."
Her head rested against my shoulder, lighter than I expected. For the first time, I saw Shinzo not as Kokoro-chan's shadow, but as someone carrying her own quiet exhaustion.
"How warm..." she murmured, then closed her eyes. Within seconds, her breathing evened out.
I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her.
Minutes later, the match ended.
"Game. Set. Match!" the automated announcer's voice rang out.
Chisato-san was bent over, panting and flushed, while Riku stood calm and composed, not even winded. The scoreboard flashed 3–0. Still, from the way she smiled, Chisato-san seemed proud that she'd managed to score at least once each round.
Riku walked over and crouched beside her. "You okay, Chisato?"
She nodded between breaths. "Tired... but not defeated. I may not be able to beat you yet, but at least I took a few points off."
"Need a hand?"
She shook her head stubbornly. "No, just a breather."
"If you say so," he replied, amused.
Riku then made his way to the bench where I sat. His eyes softened as he saw Shinzo—still in Kokoro-chan's body—resting quietly against my shoulder.
"That was a good game, Riku," I said, smiling.
"Thanks. Is Kokoro asleep?"
"She is. I didn't want to wake her, so I let her rest here."
"Good call." He sat down beside me, a faint sigh escaping him as he looked out at the court. His calm presence carried that same steady rhythm as always—focused, but gentle in moments like this.
Across the way, Kaoru-san and Ran were still battling fiercely, the sound of their rally echoing like a heartbeat through the court. Twenty minutes later, the final ball clipped the net and dropped in Kaoru-san's favor.
"Game. Set. Match, Kaoru," I heard the referee call. The scoreboard blinked 3–2.
Both girls looked like they'd run a marathon.
They approached us, drenched in sweat but laughing through it.
Kaoru-san wiped her forehead dramatically. "How was our match, ani-sama?"
Riku smirked slightly. "For someone who's never played before, that was impressive. You used your reach well—kept Ran moving. But she countered with speed. It just burned her stamina faster than expected."
Kaoru-san straightened, puffing her chest a bit. "So you're saying I was the better strategist?"
Riku chuckled. "I'm saying you lasted longer than I thought you would. That's praise, not permission to brag."
Ran groaned, flopping down beside him. "Tired... and defeated. I hate losing."
"It's okay to lose," Riku said simply. "Just don't make a habit of it."
Ran shot him a glare. "Don't need to remind me."
"Good," he replied with that teasing calm of his.
Meanwhile, Kaoru-san had already jogged off toward Chisato-san, who was sitting on the far end of the court trying to cool down.
Riku called out to her, "Kaoru—when you're done, help Chisato back here. If she asks why, just tell her I said so."
Kaoru-san gave a playful salute. "Very well, ani-sama!"
The rest of us sat quietly, the sun climbing higher above the trees. Shinzo—still asleep—shifted slightly, her breathing calm.
Riku leaned back, glancing at her. "You can tell she's exhausted," he murmured. "Guess Orin was right. Kokoro-chan needs more rest than she admits."
I nodded softly. "Shinzo said the same. She's been keeping Kokoro-chan's body steady while she recovers."
Riku's gaze softened. "That kid... always trying to protect everyone else."
There was a pause—a gentle silence between us. The wind rustled through the surrounding trees, carrying faint laughter from the nearby courts.
Finally, Riku spoke again, quieter this time. "You handled her well, Rinko. Not many people can talk to Shinzo without provoking her."
I smiled faintly. "She's not as scary as people think. Just lonely."
He nodded. "Loneliness can do strange things to people... even fragments of a soul."
Kaoru-san and Chisato-san rejoined us soon after, both looking much better. Kokoro-chan still hadn't stirred, her head resting peacefully against me.
Riku stood and stretched, casting one last look at the courts. "Alright. That's enough tennis for today. Let's get lunch, then head back. We've still got a long road ahead."
I glanced down at Shinzo's sleeping form and whispered under my breath, "Guess it's time to wake her soon..."
But for now, I let her sleep a little longer. She'd earned the rest.
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Tōtsuki Resort – Hallway – 11:00 A.M.
3rd POV
After a few hours of tennis, Riku and the girls finally had their fill of fun and exhaustion. They'd hit the showers, changed into casual clothes, and now strolled through the long marble corridor toward the resort lobby. The quiet rhythm of their footsteps echoed lightly—lazy and unhurried, like the mood of a group content to just exist in each other's company.
Rinko adjusted her sunhat, tilting it slightly as she glanced at Riku. "So, what's next on the agenda?"
Riku folded his arms, already in planning mode. "Aside from packing for our departure, I still have to meet Johan and prepare for our performance later today."
Ran raised an eyebrow. "You've already decided on the songs, right?"
"Yeah," Riku replied with a faint grin. "We wrapped up practice yesterday—plus a new song."
Chisato blinked in surprise. "A new one already? You never rest, do you?"
Riku chuckled. "It's a duet Artem and I worked on. Unfortunately, he can't include it in the summer tour lineup—unless I come out of retirement."
Kaoru's eyes lit up theatrically. "Ah, so you mean to say we have a little bit of—"
"Owner-san?"
The sudden voice cut her off. Riku and the girls turned to see Ichika Hoshino and the other members of Leo/need standing at the far end of the hall.
Rinko smiled faintly. "Hoshino-san? What are you doing here?"
Ichika looked sheepish, rubbing the back of her neck. "Well... that's a bit of a story."
Flashback – Four Days Ago
Leo/need had been wandering through the city's shopping district, just looking for a bite to eat. Shiho had recommended a ramen place she swore by, but before they could reach it, they noticed a crowd gathered around a small stage near the plaza.
Saki leaned forward, her bright eyes scanning the sign. "Oh! It's a raffle draw! Look, girls—the third prize!"
The rest leaned in to see a display of rewards printed on a large banner.
Honami pointed. "Third prize: an instrument of your choice from The Blues Music Shop. That's a good one."
Shiho smirked. "Guess we're putting our luck to the test then."
Saki immediately turned to Ichika. "You're our leader, right? You're the one who'll draw for us!"
Ichika nearly stumbled back. "E-Eh? Why me!?"
"Because," Saki said matter-of-factly, "you're our good luck charm!"
Before Ichika could protest further, Saki shoved her gently toward the front of the crowd. The attendant—a cheerful woman with a headset—beamed at the nervous high schooler.
"Well now," the woman said with a wink, "since you're a student, this one's on the house. Go ahead, sweetheart, give it a spin!"
Ichika grasped the handle, muttered a silent prayer, and spun the large golden roulette. The drum rattled and clicked before finally coming to a stop. One tiny bead rolled down the chute and landed in the tray below—with a soft clink.
Gold.
The staff's bells rang, and the announcer's voice nearly burst through the speakers.
"Congratulations!!! You just won the first prize—an all-expense-paid weekend trip to the Tōtsuki Resort!"
Leo/need's collective reaction was instant and loud.
"EHHHHHHHHHH!?"
End of Flashback
Ichika sighed, scratching her cheek as she finished recounting the story. "And... yeah. That's what happened."
Riku blinked, trying not to laugh. "I see. I can't tell if that's good luck or bad luck..."
Ichika chuckled awkwardly. "Let's just call it fate. And hey, it'd be a waste not to use the tickets, right?"
Saki nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! A once-in-a-lifetime chance!"
"By the way, Owner-san," Saki continued curiously, "what are you doing here anyway?"
Riku gestured casually. "The director of Tōtsuki sent me a voucher too—same deal as yours—but it came with five extra slots. So, I brought my childhood friends along."
Honami's expression softened. "A childhood friend getaway, huh? That's sweet."
Riku chuckled. "Something like that. Anyway, since I think some of you haven't met them yet—let me introduce everyone properly. You already know Rinko, but..."
He turned to gesture toward the bubbly blonde hugging his arm. "The one clinging to me is my cousin—Tsurumaki Kokoro."
Kokoro beamed. "I'm Tsurumaki Kokoro! Pleasure to meet you! If you're Onii-chan's friends, then you're my friends too!"
Saki tilted her head. "Onii-chan? I thought Mafuyu-senpai was your sister?"
Riku gave a short laugh. "Kokoro's been like my little sister long before Mafuyu and I met. Family just... expanded later."
Ran stepped forward, her expression cool but polite. "Mitake Ran. Nice to meet you."
Saki leaned toward Ichika and Honami, whispering behind her hand, "Is it just me, or does she and Shiho feel kind of similar?"
Ichika whispered back, "You're... not wrong."
Riku continued, gesturing toward the tall brunette with theatrical flair. "The flamboyant one is Kaoru."
Kaoru struck a pose. "Seta Kaoru, at your service. It's an honor to meet such adorable little kittens."
Honami blinked. "Little kittens?"
Riku sighed, already anticipating the confusion. "You'll get used to her."
He nodded toward the calm girl standing beside Kaoru. "And lastly, this is Chisato."
Chisato bowed politely. "Shirasagi Chisato. Please excuse Kaoru's dramatics. She means no harm—most of the time."
Riku clapped his hands together lightly, breaking the laughter that followed. "Alright, now that everyone's properly introduced, how about we grab lunch at the dining hall?"
Ichika brightened. "That sounds great."
Saki grinned. "Good idea! I'm starving."
"Then it's settled," Riku said with a small smile as he led the way down the corridor. "Let's go."
The two groups—old friends and new—fell into an easy rhythm as they walked, the faint chatter and laughter filling the sunlit hall. For a moment, there was no competition, no performance looming, no pressure of expectations. Just a handful of musicians—each from different walks of life—sharing a quiet, ordinary slice of time.
Dining Area – 11:30 A.M.
The dining hall of Tōtsuki Resort was as lively as ever. Gentle chatter and the soft clinking of cutlery filled the air, mingling with the faint hum of a jazz instrumental playing over the speakers. Riku and the girls found a corner table overlooking the gardens, where sunlight streamed through tall glass windows, catching flecks of gold off the silverware.
Once seated, they placed their orders and settled into a calm rhythm, the sort of relaxed silence that comes only after days of activity. That peace lasted until Saki leaned forward, elbows on the table and a curious spark in her eyes.
"Owner-san," she began, "is CiRCLE still accepting any new employees?"
Riku tilted his head slightly, intrigued. "Hmm... Marina, Aya, and Hatate are running things pretty smoothly, but with the current size..." He thought for a moment, resting his chin on his hand. "Yeah, we could still use a few more hands. Why do you ask?"
Honami traded a glance with her bandmates before replying, "If it's okay with you, Leo/need would like to help out."
That got the table's attention. Riku and his childhood friends exchanged looks, surprise flickering between them. Riku leaned back slightly, brows furrowed in thought. "Interesting. And what brought this on?"
Shiho answered calmly, "When we were there, it... felt like the SEKAI."
Riku's gaze sharpened. "You mean, being in CiRCLE gave you the same feeling as when you were inside the SEKAI?"
Shiho nodded quietly. Her expression was unreadable, but her tone carried weight.
Riku turned to Ichika. "And what does Miku think about all this?"
Ichika smiled faintly. "Actually, it was her idea in the first place."
That made Riku blink. "Miku suggested it? That's... unexpected." He gave a light shrug. "Alright then. Meet me Monday after school, and we'll figure something out."
Ichika bowed her head slightly. "Thank you for giving us the chance. We won't let you down."
Riku waved a hand dismissively. "You can thank me once you've officially joined." He paused, eyes narrowing with interest. "By the way, Ichika—have you and Miku ever sung Hibana together?"
The question drew a ripple of surprise around the table. Rinko, Ran, and Chisato looked at him in quiet recognition—they all knew what that song meant to him.
Ichika blinked. "Now that you mention it... yeah, we practiced it a few times. Why?"
Riku smirked, already forming an idea. "Then let me make you a proposition."
Rinko raised a brow. "Riku... what are you plotting this time?"
"I know what I'm doing," he said simply, meeting Ichika's gaze. "OG and I have a live performance here later this afternoon. So, I was thinking—how about a collaboration? OG, Ichika, and Miku performing Hibana together."
The table froze.
"Eh?" Ichika managed.
"What!?" Saki nearly jumped out of her seat.
"Oh my~," Honami murmured, while Shiho just blinked, utterly bewildered.
Rinko and the others didn't speak, but their faces said enough. Kokoro, on the other hand, looked like she'd just been told Christmas came early.
"That's a wonderful idea, Onii-chan!" she cheered.
Ichika waved her hands frantically. "Wait—time out! I need you to explain that properly!"
Riku chuckled. "Fine, fine. But I'd rather have Miku hear this too."
Ichika pulled out her phone, activating a call, and moments later, Miku's holographic form flickered to life above the table.
"Hmm? Ichika, do you need somet—Oh! Riku!" Her expression brightened immediately. "How are you today?"
Riku smiled lightly. "I'm fine, Miku. Actually, I called you because I have a proposition for you."
"A proposition?" she echoed, tilting her head curiously.
"Yeah. Ichika mentioned that you two performed Hibana. If you're up for it, I want you to join OG for a collaboration during our live show later today."
"Sure," Miku said without hesitation. "Why not?"
"Wait, WHAT!?" Saki exclaimed. "Miku, how can you just accept it so easily!?"
Miku giggled. "It's fine, Saki. I trust Riku. After all, Hibana was a song he originally wrote for me."
That drew an audible "Ohhh" from the others.
"So that's why you knew it so well," Honami said with a smile.
Rinko, meanwhile, sighed softly and pulled out her phone. "It's not just that..."
She tapped the screen and showed them a video—Riku's performance of Hibana at the Future World Fes. The camera caught him under blinding lights, his voice cutting through the noise with clarity and power that still sent chills.
Ichika's eyes widened. "That's incredible, Owner-san. I didn't expect you to have such a high range."
Saki grinned. "You might make some of us girls jealous with a voice like that."
Honami clasped her hands together. "And to sing it live, in front of thousands..."
Shiho nodded slightly. "Now it all makes sense."
Riku crossed his arms, smirking faintly. "So, Ichika—what do you say?"
She hesitated for only a second before smiling. "Alright. I accept."
"Perfect," Riku said, already pulling out his phone again. "Let's make it official."
He dialed a familiar number.
"Riku?" Johan's voice came through. "Why the sudden call?"
"About the performance," Riku began. "I want to add one more act. Not a new song—something we've already done before."
Johan sounded curious. "Funny you should say that. I was going to call you about the same thing. What are you planning?"
"I want OG to collaborate with another band. They already know the song."
There was a pause. "You that confident in them?"
"I am," Riku replied without hesitation. "We'll meet after lunch. You'll see for yourself."
Johan exhaled softly. "Alright. I'll let the boys know. But they'll have to prove they've got the chops."
The call ended, and Riku slipped the phone back into his pocket.
"I just talked to Johan. He's fine with it—but he wants you to show him what you're made of."
Ichika blinked. "Show him? Didn't OG already see our last performance?"
Riku shook his head. "They didn't have time. They've been buried in prep for the summer tour. But don't worry—just stay true to your sound. That's all that matters."
Before anyone could respond, a waiter arrived, balancing several plates.
"Your lunch is served."
The smell of seared beef and butter hit immediately. The waiter set down Riku's order first—a perfectly glazed Beef Wellington, served with sautéed baby carrots and a velvety cauliflower purée. The others received their own dishes: pastas, seafood, delicate pastries.
Riku smiled faintly. "Let's not keep it waiting."
The table filled with clinking silverware and quiet conversation. For a few minutes, the talk of collaboration was replaced by shared bites and simple satisfaction. It was a calm before the next storm of energy waiting that afternoon.
Tōtsuki Resort – 8th Floor – OG's Room – 12:30 P.M.
After lunch, Riku and the group made their way to OG's suite. The moment they entered, the faint hum of amps and instruments filled the room. Johan and the rest of OG were already there, tuning their guitars and adjusting cables.
"You came just in time," Johan said, setting his bass aside. "So, these are the girls you mentioned?"
Riku nodded. "Yeah. Meet Leo/need."
Ichika stepped forward first, polite but confident. "I'm Hoshino Ichika, leader of the band. Guitar and vocals."
Saki gave a cheerful wave. "Tenma Saki! Keyboardist!"
Honami smiled warmly. "Mochizuki Honami. Drummer."
Shiho followed, her tone short and straightforward. "Hinomori Shiho. Bass."
Johan crossed his arms, impressed by their composure. "Nice to meet you all. I'm Johan—but everyone calls me N0tail." He scanned the group and frowned slightly. "Riku said there were five of you, though. Missing someone?"
Riku smirked faintly. "Not exactly. Ichika?"
Ichika nodded and pulled out her phone. A moment later, a bright shimmer filled the air—and Miku materialized beside them, her holographic form flickering with faint cyan light.
Johan blinked. "Wait... an A.I.?"
"Let's just say her origins are classified," Riku replied calmly. "But it ties back to my family."
Johan chuckled. "Alright, I'll take your word for it." He turned to the band. "In that case, let's get down to business. Riku said you've got something special. The instruments are set up. Show us what you've got."
Riku added with a faint grin, "And let's start with your version of Hibana."
Leo/need took their positions. Ichika adjusted the strap of her guitar, glancing at her friends.
"Ready?" she asked.
Saki grinned. "Always."
Honami twirled a drumstick between her fingers. "Just say when."
Shiho muttered, "Same as always."
That small phrase caught Ran's ear. She stiffened slightly, recognizing the familiarity of tone—one that reminded her too much of herself.
Behind them, Miku clasped her hands lightly. "Ichika, let's give them a show."
Ichika closed her eyes, taking a steady breath as her fingers brushed the strings. Then she looked up, voice low but certain.
"Alright... let's do this."
She tightened her grip on the microphone.
"Hibana."
The first sharp riff tore through the quiet, and the room was swallowed by sound.