Nagae Estate
July 30, 2021 – Friday – 9:30 A.M.
Riku's POV
Days have passed since the alliance between the Celestial Families and China's Three Major Clans was forged, and the world still hadn't caught up with what it meant. What began as quiet cooperation had become a historic bond—two nations once cautious of each other now walked side by side. The radicals didn't even have time to react; the alliance hit them like a thunderclap out of nowhere.
Even more surprising was Spirit Hall's move. The largest neutral faction in China, known for its untouchable independence, decided to act against the radicals. That single decision shifted the entire balance of power and granted the Three Major Clans an ally they never thought they'd have.
For me, though? The last two days were exhausting.
After me, Eli, and Rongrong wrapped up our baking spree, everyone woke up to the smell of fresh pastries. Breakfast followed soon after, with Yuyuko-san piling her plate like there was no tomorrow—extra servings, naturally. The morning felt peaceful, almost deceptively so.
That calm didn't last long.
Not even an hour later, Fengzhi-san contacted me with an announcement that caught me off guard: Japan's first Titled Douluo had been officially recognized—and that title now belonged to me. The news spread faster than I could breathe it in. And, as expected, it drew attention. Fengzhi-san mentioned that several Spirit Masters from China would soon arrive in Japan to see if I truly deserved the title.
I remember muttering to myself, I'm not here to fight for ego. But if it came down to shutting a few mouths, then fine—I'd fight.
Then came the next curveball.
Yukari-san and the other family heads wanted to gauge my power personally—to see where my current power standing is at. They wanted me to face them using my Balance Breaker form. I was ready to decline, honestly. But then Okina-sama mentioned something that flipped the whole table: if I could defeat them, they'd promote me to Epic Rank.
That wasn't an opportunity I could walk away from.
My fiancées, of course, weren't thrilled. They tried to reason with me, worried that I might push myself too far again. I reassured them—I'd be fine. I'd faced worse and walked away breathing. This wouldn't be any different.
So we returned to the Nagae Estate. The Real Solid Vision Dome was prepared to host the fights, its structure designed to contain even catastrophic damage without harming the surroundings. Yukari-san took charge of organizing the matchups, her eyes glinting with amusement as she laid out the schedule.
"Three per day," she said with that teasing tone of hers. "Morning, afternoon, and late night. Let's see how far you've come, Riku-kun."
The first day, July 28th, was set for Satori-san, Yuyuko-san, and Eirin-san. The next, July 29th, would be against Okina-sama, Yukari-san herself, and finally Reimu.
Genji-sama, despite being the head of the Hinanawi family, sat out. He admitted that his talents leaned more toward strategy and leadership than battle. I respected that—every family needed its tactician.
For safety's sake, we agreed to set the battle damage to Grade C. No one wanted broken bones over pride.
And so, my battle against the family heads began.
It wasn't close. Not for them, anyway.
The combined might of my Martial Soul—Heavenly Dividing—and my full lightning affinity turned the tide of every match. With each strike, every ounce of their power weakened, divided by the sacred essence of my soul. What once was an even exchange turned one-sided before long.
Still, I couldn't rely on technique alone. My Martial Soul was a unique hybrid: part Tool-type, part Beast-type. That meant I had to overhaul my entire fighting style. Precision gave way to power; grace evolved into force. My close combat became raw, brutal, while my long-range shifted to bombardment—lightning and energy cannons, grenades and missiles roaring across the dome, like how I play Centurion in NFO.
Satori-san, Yuyuko-san, Okina-sama, and Eirin-san all fell to overwhelming strength. None of them had a true counter for my close-quarters assault. Their spells and precision techniques were beautiful but fragile under the pressure of sheer power.
Yukari-san and Reimu, however, were different stories.
Reimu's instincts were razor-sharp—and her inherent battle senses that she inherited from her mother and her reflexes were beyond reason. Yukari's mind, on the other hand, was a labyrinth of cunningness; she could twist a battlefield and gaps to her favor in the blink of an eye. Against the two of them, I was constantly on the back foot. Every move felt predicted. Every step I took was within their trap.
But I've never been above using underhanded tactics when the situation called for it.
Reimu folded when I casually offered her half of my future tournament winnings once I win TI. The way her expression froze, the faint twitch of guilt in her eyes—it was worth every bit of teasing I got afterward.
As for Yukari... let's just say that calling her "onee-sama" in the middle of a duel was all it took to throw her rhythm off. She lost her composure for barely a second, but that second was all I needed.
The girls called me petty afterward. I didn't deny it. A win's a win.
Even so, I didn't go all out. Throughout all those matches, I used no more than five of my Spirit Rings at once. Holding back had its reasons—it let me gauge where I stood without showing the full deck, and I might level the whole estate if I used Juggernaut Drive.
When it was over, Yukari-san, with that sly smile of hers, declared that my overall strength had reached Lunatic tier—near the peak of Epic Rank. She even joked that if Remi or Flan caught wind of this, they'd rush to challenge me immediately. Knowing them, she was probably right.
After everything, exhaustion settled in like a heavy cloak, but beneath it was a strange calm.
I had grown stronger. Stronger than I imagined I could be. Strong enough to stand between my fiancées and whatever dangers the future might bring. Strong enough to carry the weight of what was coming.
Yet, as I sat on the veranda that night, the hum of lightning still crackling faintly under my skin, I knew this strength wasn't an endpoint. There would always be someone stronger—someone faster, more ruthless, more experienced.
But that's fine.
If someone stands above me, I'll just rise higher.
That's my promise... my pledge—to protect them all, no matter how high I have to climb.
Today's one of the rare quiet days—my so-called rest day. Tomorrow, Grandfather's scheduled to introduce MORE MORE JUMP to the press, and two days from now, the Celestial Families' grand gathering will begin. Between those two events, today was meant to be uneventful.
But peace never really lasts long here.
Right now, I'm in the courtyard with Fuyu, pacing along the trimmed hedges as we search for one very large, very guilty culprit—Homura.
"Fuyu, did you find Homura?"
She shook her head, ears drooping slightly. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose.
Today was Homura's annual vet check-up, which, to him, might as well be a declaration of war. Every year, without fail, he vanishes the moment July 30 rolls around. Even with half the staff helping, it's like searching for a ghost in this massive estate filled with secret corridors and hidden chambers.
"I swear," I muttered, glancing at the sky, "that big lug of fur is gonna get it once I find him."
"Riku, are you okay?"
I turned and saw Rinko approaching, carrying her keyboard case. Her hair was tied into twin tails—something she rarely did—but it suited her.
"I'm fine," I said. "Just trying to figure out where Homura's hiding."
"Is he always like this?" she asked, amused.
"You have no idea."
The memory hit me fast— back in Lisbon, at the Sunflower Mansion, last year's July 30th. I'd tried to bring Homura to the vet there, and in his panic, he nearly demolished the guest hall. Johan had to bring his own dogs to corner him, and even then, it was chaos. The damage bill still haunts my wallet.
Rinko giggled softly. "Well... maybe I know where he went. I saw him heading that way." She pointed toward the east wing.
"Thanks, Rinko," I said, leaning in to plant a light kiss on her forehead. She blinked, smiling shyly.
"Now, go on," I added. "Yukina and the others are probably waiting."
She nodded and ran off, and I headed in the direction she pointed.
The east wing was quiet—too quiet. Then came a sharp yelp that made me break into a run. I turned the corner and froze.
Homura was suspended midair, tangled in glowing magical ropes. His fluffy tail hung limply as he gave me the most pitiful look imaginable. Standing beside him, unimpressed and clearly irritated, was Kuroka.
Of course.
She'd been staying at the estate for the week—Byakuren-sama had sent her here for private meditation. But judging from her expression, meditation had taken a violent detour.
"Uh... Kuroka," I started carefully.
"Nya?" She turned, her tone a little too sweet. "Riku~ you're here for your dog, right? Well then, here you go~"
Without warning, she yeeted Homura straight at me. Reflex kicked in—I caught him before he could crash into my chest. His ears drooped, eyes full of canine shame.
"Are you okay?" I asked her once Homura was safe in my arms. "Did he do something to you?"
Kuroka sighed through her nose, opened her door, and gestured toward the disaster inside.
The room was... well, chaos. Torn pillows, shredded curtains, one toppled meditation altar, and an unfortunate cushion that looked half-eaten.
Ah. So that's why.
"Sorry about him," I said, wincing. "It's vet day, and he always panics. He's been hiding since morning."
Kuroka crossed her arms. "Heh. To think this giant furball is afraid of a vet. Not so tough, are ya?"
Homura whimpered, ears flattening against his head.
I sighed again. "Still, I'm sorry for the mess. Make a list of what needs replacing—I'll handle the costs."
She waved it off. "You don't have to. I'm staying here for a bit anyway. It'll give me something to do while I meditate."
I smiled faintly. "I'm glad you found your rhythm again at Myouren Temple, but you know this place is your home too. It's quieter without you around... feels a bit less alive."
That caught her off guard. She blinked, cheeks tinting red.
"I–I see," she stammered, turning away. "Well, that's... nice to hear. Anyway, shouldn't you be taking that lug to the vet?"
"Right," I said, adjusting Homura's weight in my arms. "By the way, how long do those ropes last?"
"An hour or so. Long enough for him not to bolt," she said, tail flicking in amusement.
"Perfect. See you later, Kuroka."
"Yeah, yeah. Try not to bring him near my room next time."
I gave a small laugh and carried Homura toward the garage. The heat of the morning sun met us halfway down the hall.
The REZVANI was already parked by the entrance, gleaming like obsidian under the light. Fuyu sat beside it, tail swishing, waiting patiently. When she spotted us, she raised an eyebrow—if foxes could look disappointed, that was it.
"Sorry it took a while," I said. "Ayabe, I'm leaving Homura to you."
My aide, Ayabe, stood beside the car in his neat uniform, giving a courteous bow. "Understood, Riku-sama."
Homura's eyes widened. He probably expected me to take him. The realization that Ayabe would be the one accompanying him—and not me—was priceless.
"What?" I said, smirking. "You think I'm coming with you this time? Not today. Ayabe's taking you to the vet today. And guess what? He's bringing Ringo along."
That got his attention.
Ayabe owned a red macaw named Ringo, a gift from his father when he became my aide. The bird had become something of a mascot around the estate—loud, proud, and smarter than half the staff.
"How's Ringo doing?" I asked.
Ayabe adjusted his gloves. "Her beak's grown a bit too long, and her talons need trimming. That's why I'll have her checked as well. She's already inside the car, waiting."
"Good," I said. "Then I'll leave these two to you. And Homura..." I crouched down, meeting his eyes. "If you behave, I'll let you have that long bath you love."
Homura's tail wagged instantly, his earlier dread softening into cautious excitement. He nudged against my leg once before letting me lift him into the backseat. Fuyu jumped in beside him, ever the calm companion.
Once they were both settled, Ayabe gave a polite nod and closed the door.
"I'll see to it personally," he said.
"I know you will," I replied, stepping back.
The car's engine purred to life, a low growl echoing across the courtyard as it rolled out of the gate. Fuyu's face was calm through the window. Homura's? Not so much. His wide eyes followed me until the car turned the corner and vanished from sight.
For a moment, silence reclaimed the estate. The wind brushed through the sakura trees lining the drive, carrying the scent of the season.
I stretched my arms and exhaled, the tension easing out of my shoulders.
So much for a restful morning.
Still, small moments like this—mundane chaos and all—felt grounding. After everything that's happened lately, I needed it. Between training, titles, and battles, it's easy to forget that even someone like me still had to deal with runaway dogs and vet appointments.
I glanced toward the mansion. Somewhere inside, Eli and the others were preparing for Alisa's visit. Tomorrow, everything would kick into motion again—the media, the press conferences, the politics. Then, in two days, the Celestial Families' gathering would test the very balance of our newfound alliance.
But that was tomorrow's problem.
For now, all I wanted was to breathe, maybe grab a cup of coffee, and not think about lightning or rankings or divine bloodlines.
Just Riku, the idiot chasing after his cowardly dog on a summer morning.
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Nagae Estate – Living Room
10:30 A.M.
An hour had passed since Ayabe left with Fuyu and Homura. The estate had grown unusually calm—just the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint scent of tea filling the living room. I sat with Eli, Tina, and Mafuyu, the morning sunlight filtering through the wide glass windows behind us.
Miyu wasn't here; she and the girls of Lyrical Lily were performing at a charity event—a joint collaboration between the Nagae family and the Arisugawa Foundation. As for Mafuyu, she was sprawled on the couch beside Tina, half-asleep but still upright. She'd finished all her summer homework in one sitting last night, a feat I couldn't decide was impressive or insane. I had done the same earlier this week, so I couldn't judge her too much.
Rongrong had returned to China to retrieve her belongings and would be back by tomorrow noon. The estate felt quieter without her bright voice echoing through the halls. Meanwhile, Tina was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, transfixed by an old recording of my Future World Fes debut in Boston. Her bright eyes never left the screen, even as the speakers filled the room with the roar of the crowd and the echo of guitars.
She looked completely entranced.
While waiting for our guests, my phone buzzed. A message from Johan flashed on the screen—a picture of him and the boys, all grinning, holding their duffel bags in Arlington. They'd arrived safely for the media day. I texted him back, wishing them luck, then slipped the phone into my pocket.
Moments later, the sound of approaching footsteps drew my attention. Mitsuri entered the room, her usual bright smile in place, and beside her was a young girl with soft blond hair that brushed her shoulders, pale blue eyes, and a delicate snowflake-shaped pin glinting on the right side of her head.
Mitsuri bowed slightly. "Riku-sama, Eli-sama—your younger sister, Alisa-sama, has arrived."
Ayase Alisa, Eli's younger sister. I'd met her in Russia, back before TI10. We'd gotten along fast—she was kind, shy, and far too polite for her own good.
Alisa ran forward. "Onee-chan! I came here to see you!"
Eli's expression softened instantly. She rose from the couch and pulled her sister into a warm hug.
"I missed you dearly, Alisa. How are Mama and Papa?"
"They've been good," Alisa replied, smiling. "But they still miss you."
Eli brushed a hand through her hair. "Tell them I'll come visit next month."
Then Alisa turned to me, her eyes lighting up. "Onii-san! Great to see you again!"
I chuckled and opened my arms. "Good to see you too, Alisa-chan."
She hugged me tightly, her small frame nearly disappearing in my arms. Once we pulled apart, I gestured toward the others in the room.
"Let me introduce you to them. The sleepy one there is Tina."
Tina blinked at the mention of her name, yawned once, then smiled. "Tina Alexeyev. Nice to meet you, Alisa-san."
Alisa tilted her head. "Alexeyev? Onii-san, is she Russian?"
I shook my head. "She's pure British, but she was adopted by a Russian family. Hence the name change."
Alisa smiled faintly. "Хорошо."
She then turned to the girl sitting beside Tina. "And the other one is...?"
I nodded toward Mafuyu. "This is Nagae Mafuyu—my half-sister."
Mafuyu stood and bowed politely, extending her hand. "It's good to meet you, my sister-in-law. Let's get along, Alisa-san."
Alisa hesitated, her eyes darting nervously between Mafuyu and Eli. Eli gave her a gentle nudge.
"Go on, Alisa. Shake her hand. She'll be your sister from now on."
Alisa nodded quickly, cheeks flushing. "H-hai! Let's get along, Mafuyu-san!"
As the two of them exchanged their shy greetings, I found myself smiling. Eli, too, seemed pleased, her eyes soft and full of quiet joy.
"Dear," she said after a moment, turning to me. "Do you have any plans today? I kind of want to have a sibling outing—with all of us."
I leaned back against the couch. "You mean bringing Alisa-chan and Mafuyu along?"
"Of course. We'll be family soon. It's the perfect chance for those two to bond." She paused thoughtfully. "Alisa doesn't have many close friends outside of us from μ's, and Honoka's sister Yukiho. I'd like her and Mafuyu to get to know each other better."
I considered it for a moment. "You're right. Mafuyu's been surrounded mostly by her groupmates and a handful of classmates. Expanding her circle wouldn't hurt."
"Then it's settled," Eli said, smiling. "The question is—where should we go?"
Good question.
A theme park crossed my mind instantly—simple, lively, a place where bonds formed naturally over laughter and shared thrill. Then another thought hit me like lightning.
Kokoro's birthday.
"Is something wrong, dear?" Eli asked, noticing my pause.
"Kokoro's birthday," I said, sighing. "It's in a few days."
"Kokoro-chan?"
"Yeah." I scratched the back of my head. "Bloody hell, I was so focused on training I nearly forgot."
Eli's smile turned playful. "You really love Kokoro, don't you?"
Before Mafuyu, Kokoro had been my closest thing to family—a constant burst of sunlight in my otherwise storm-filled life. "She's like my little sister," I said softly. "We've known each other since we were kids. She's my sunshine."
"Ufufufu~" Eli giggled. "You sound like an overprotective big brother."
I laughed quietly. "Do I? Yeah, I guess I do."
She wasn't wrong. I've intercepted more than a few confessions meant for her. Any guy who tried to charm Kokoro ended up facing a quiet background check courtesy of me.
As I was lost in thought, trying to decide on a birthday gift, Mafuyu approached with a rare spark in her eyes.
"Nii-san," she said, "I have a suggestion."
"Oh? Let's hear it."
"How about we go to Phoenix Wonderland?"
Her tone was casual, but my mind immediately lit up. Of course. That place was perfect—a sprawling park packed with rides, games, and music zones. It wasn't just a good bonding idea—it could serve as an early scouting spot for Kokoro's birthday celebration, too.
"That's a great idea," I said. "Eli, what do you think?"
Eli smiled. "I like it. Sounds fun."
"Then it's settled," I said, clapping my hands together lightly. "We'll head to Phoenix Wonderland after lunch. For now, let's kill some time."
Alisa perked up. "Then I have an idea, Onii-san! Can I watch you play guitar?"
I blinked. "Where'd that come from, Alisa-chan?"
She pointed toward the TV—where Tina had been replaying my Boston performance just minutes ago. My face flashed on-screen, fingers flying over the strings as pyrotechnics flared behind me.
Right. That explained it.
I smiled. "Alright then. Follow me."
Tina turned off the TV and stretched before standing. "Guess I'm tagging along too," she said with a small grin.
Eli chuckled softly. "You just want to hear him play up close."
"Maybe," Tina replied, not denying it.
We left the living room together, the hall echoing faintly with our footsteps. The corridor to my studio was lined with gold-trimmed portraits and shelves stacked with music scores and trophies—small fragments of the path I'd walked to get here.
When we reached the studio, the familiar scent of varnished wood and steel strings filled the air. Sunlight pooled on the sleek instruments hanging on the wall—each one perfectly tuned, polished, and waiting.
I picked up my main guitar, the one I'd used during my solo world tour. The weight settled comfortably in my hands, familiar like an extension of myself. I plugged it into the amp, flicked a few switches, and looked back at them.
"So," I said, smirking slightly, "any requests?"
Alisa tapped her chin, thinking hard, then shrugged. "Anything is fine, Onii-san. I just want to hear you play."
"Alright," I said, fingers brushing the strings. "Then here's one I wrote a few months ago—Sparking Slash."
The room fell silent.
A moment later, the first note cut through the air—sharp, clean, and alive. The sound filled the studio, echoing like a pulse of light. Alisa's eyes widened, and even Eli's breath hitched slightly. Tina's usual calm demeanor cracked into awe.
The melody swelled, flickering between precision and chaos—my lightning in sound form. Every strum was a release, a spark of something I couldn't quite name.
As I played, I caught glimpses of their faces—Eli smiling faintly, Alisa holding her breath, Mafuyu quietly nodding to the rhythm. And for a brief moment, the world outside—the upcoming gathering, the weight of titles and duties—faded to nothing.
Only the music remained.
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Phoenix Wonderland
2:30 P.M.
The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the city as we left the estate. My guitar concert had wrapped up earlier, and Alisa-chan was practically glowing from joy—her energy could've powered half of Tokyo. Grandfather joined us for lunch afterward, smiling that dignified yet gentle smile of his as he welcomed her to the estate. He even told her she could visit anytime she wanted, which only made her beam brighter.
After we ate, I mentioned that Eli, Mafuyu, Alisa-chan, and I were planning to hang out at Phoenix Wonderland. Grandfather didn't just approve—he tossed me the keys to his car, saying, "Go make some memories." Good thing too, since my BMW's still in maintenance.
When we finally arrived, the park was alive. Laughter and bright chatter rolled through the air, blending with the distant hum of rollercoasters. Balloons swayed, children ran past holding stuffed animals half their size, and somewhere nearby, a brass band was playing a jaunty tune. The energy was contagious—cheerful, light, unfiltered.
"So this is the Phoenix Wonderland that Emu and Kokoro keep talking about," I said, taking in the color and chaos of it all.
Mafuyu adjusted her hair ribbon. "Otori-san's family owns this park. I think she's preparing to inherit it someday."
"Хорошо," Eli and Alisa-chan said in unison, their accents thick but charming.
"Alright," I chuckled, "no more standing around. Let's enjoy the place before anything else."
Mafuyu's eyes flicked toward me. "Are you planning something, nii-san?"
"Yeah," I admitted, smirking. "I want to find Emu and her crew. But let's enjoy ourselves first. Pretty sure Kanade and the others would love to see some photos of you having fun."
She sighed softly. "You're not wrong about that... but I'll try."
"Don't try," I said, taking her hand. "Just do it."
Her fingers tightened slightly around mine, and for a second, I saw the faintest blush dust her cheeks before she looked away.
Two hours later, the sun had shifted low enough to tint the sky with a mellow gold. We'd lost track of time jumping from one attraction to the next—well, almost all of them. Mafuyu had wanted to ride the rollercoaster, but Alisa-chan's height didn't quite meet the mark, so we had to skip it.
Instead, we wandered through the stalls and side games. Archery ranges, shooting galleries, baseball simulators, even a karaoke booth tucked between two souvenir shops. Alisa-chan's voice filled the booth with soft laughter while Eli swayed beside her, microphone in hand. Mafuyu, surprisingly, joined in near the end—her voice was steady but warm.
Between games, I caught glimpses of something rare: Mafuyu smiling. Not the polite kind she gave to strangers, but something real, unguarded. When she sent the photos to her friends, that quiet smile lingered longer than I expected. Yeah... she was opening up.
After a while, I leaned toward Eli and explained my plan. She gave me a knowing nod, suggesting we split up—she'd take Alisa-chan around for more sightseeing, and I'd search for Emu with Mafuyu.
The main stage wasn't hard to find. It sat near the park's heart, where banners of bright reds and yellows fluttered above the crowd. From a distance, we spotted four familiar figures—Wonderlands x Showtime in their usual rhythm.
Emu was mid-flip on the stage. Tsukasa was rehearsing his lines dramatically, every gesture bigger than life. Nearby, Rui-kun and Nene sat on a bench, watching with that mix of curiosity and calm that only they could pull off. And right beside them stood a... robot? Its metal frame gleamed in the sun, antenna twitching as if analyzing something invisible, and the robot is awfully similar to Nene.
Emu noticed us first. Her eyes widened before lighting up. "Oya? Riku!! Welcome, and—A-Asahina-senpai?!?!"
Tsukasa spun toward us, voice booming like a cannon. "OH?! OI, RIKU!!! ASAHINA!!!"
I winced slightly at the volume. Guess I shouldn't be surprised—Kyouko had trained me well to handle loud personalities during my visits to the Myouren Temple. Still, I couldn't help noticing how Emu's cheerful face turned pale the moment her gaze met Mafuyu's. Fear, of all things, flickered in her eyes.
Nene groaned softly. "You're too loud, Tsukasa-kun. They can hear you just fine."
Rui-kun tilted his head, lips curling into a sly smile. "Ufufufu~ Still, I wonder what kind of relationship those two share."
Then the robot spoke, its mechanical voice oddly calm. "The frequencies that I'm reading from both of them are the same."
I raised an eyebrow. Did that robot just... scanned us?
Rui-kun's grin widened. "Same frequencies? How fascinating."
Nene leaned closer, whispering, "So... are they related?"
"Perhaps," Rui-kun murmured, "but let's confirm."
Before either of them could push the theory further, Mafuyu stepped forward, her tone crisp but steady.
"Otori-san," she said, facing Emu directly, "I don't go by Asahina anymore. I go by Nagae now. After all, I'm nii-san's half-sister."
Silence. You could've heard a pin drop.
Then—
"EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!?!?!"
Emu and Tsukasa's combined scream probably startled every bird in a two-mile radius.
Nene blinked, deadpan. "Wait... what?"
Rui-kun chuckled under his breath. "Oya. Seems Nene Robo's readings were spot on after all. I suppose that upgrade I gave her last week wasn't a waste."
I rubbed the back of my neck. "Anyway, I can tell you four are confused. If you've got time, I'll explain how this all happened. Mafuyu, is that fine?"
She nodded without hesitation. "I trust your judgment, nii-san. And... I trust them too. They're my friends, after all."
That single word—friends—hit Emu like a spark. Her cheeks flushed pink, her usual brightness returning tenfold. Tsukasa puffed his chest proudly, grinning ear to ear. Rui-kun and Nene exchanged a quiet, satisfied smile, while Nene Robo—apparently—raised both its arms like it was celebrating.
Seeing that, I couldn't help smiling myself.
We found a quiet spot near the benches and took a seat together. The late afternoon light painted everything in a warm hue, dust particles floating lazily through the air. Emu sat cross-legged, still buzzing with curiosity, while Tsukasa leaned forward with the intensity of a stage actor mid-scene. Rui-kun, as always, watched in silence—observing every word, every twitch, every breath.
And there, surrounded by laughter, curiosity, and the hum of the park beyond, I began telling them everything.
About Mafuyu's past. About the storm she weathered alone. About how we reconnected, how we found each other again despite the walls time and distance had built. I spoke plainly—not for drama's sake, but for truth. Mafuyu didn't interrupt once. She just sat there beside me, hands folded neatly on her lap, expression calm yet soft.
1 hour later...
3:30 P.M.
Third POV
The afternoon sun had mellowed by the time Riku finished speaking. It took nearly an hour—an hour of truths heavy enough to quiet even the most boisterous souls. He had told them everything: Mafuyu's lonely daily life before she met him, the brutal night her parents were assassinated, her hidden nature as a Youkai, and finally, their shared heritage as heirs of the Nagae line. Each word landed like a stone dropped into still water, rippling through the air until silence became its own weight.
Tsukasa, normally radiant and theatrical, sat with his head lowered, his usual gleam dimmed to a rare stillness. Beside him, Nene clung to Rui, tears streaming silently down her cheeks as Rui held her close, uncharacteristically quiet himself. Even the ever-sunny Emu, the girl who could light up a room with one laugh, trembled as she stared at Mafuyu. Then, without a word, she bolted forward and wrapped her arms around her senpai in a tight embrace.
Mafuyu blinked, caught off guard. "Otori-san?"
Emu's voice quivered, muffled against her shoulder. "I understand now... I understand everything. Now I know why."
Riku tilted his head slightly, curious. "You knew at first glance, didn't you?"
Emu nodded faintly. "Mm. Back during our Sports Festival in Miyamasuzuka... we were paired for the three-legged race. When she smiled at me that day—it felt wrong. Like something inside her didn't believe in the smile she was showing me."
Riku chuckled softly, though his tone carried respect. "And you figured out that her smile was fake. Impressive. Not many can read Mafuyu that easily."
Nene wiped her tears, looking up. "Aside from Emu, who else noticed?"
Riku leaned back against the bench, arms crossed. "My childhood friends—Chisato, Kaoru, and Kokoro."
Tsukasa's head shot up. "Chisato? As in Shirasagi Chisato? The actress?"
Riku grinned faintly. "That's the one. I helped her refine her acting skills back then—Kaoru too."
Rui tilted his chin thoughtfully. "So, Seta's flamboyant tendencies didn't come from you, then?"
Riku smirked. "No. I think she developed that side of herself after I left Japan years ago."
He paused, watching the way they were all still hanging on every word. "The reason those three saw through Mafuyu's façade so quickly is simple—Chisato and Kaoru are both trained actresses. They live and breathe observation. As for Kokoro..." He chuckled softly. "That's just her nature. She sees the good in people, whether they want her to or not."
"I see..." Nene murmured, glancing between Riku and Mafuyu. "Um... Nagae—"
"Call me Riku," he interrupted gently. "Being addressed by my family name feels... formal. And I've had enough of formality to last a lifetime."
"Then, Riku-kun," she corrected, nodding. "Has Mafuyu-san been receiving help? I mean... for everything she's been through?"
Riku's expression softened. "Yes. When we assigned her an aide, we made sure she got someone who knew how to handle the mind, not just the schedule."
Mafuyu looked up, almost whispering, "Nazuna?"
"Mm." Riku nodded. "Nazuna has a master's degrees in both philosophy and medicine. The Nagae family assigns aides who complement our personalities. My aide, Ayabe, has degrees in business administration and finance."
Mafuyu's eyes widened slightly. "So that's why Nazuna-san has been so patient with me..."
"She's been helping you heal since day one," Riku replied. Then, he turned toward the group, his tone shifting slightly. "And that brings me to a request. I'll be returning to competitive music soon, which means I won't be around as much. So, I'd like to ask you all... can you keep an eye on Mafuyu for me?"
Then he did something that caught them off guard—he bowed. Deeply, sincerely.
Tsukasa immediately stepped forward, resting a firm hand on Riku's shoulder. "You don't even need to ask! Mafuyu is our friend, and we'll help her become the person she truly wants to be. That, I swear!"
Nene straightened, nodding through teary eyes. "Me too. I'll do my best to help."
Rui chuckled lightly, breaking the tension. "If you'd like, I could always design a Mafuyu Robo to monitor her progress."
Nene sighed, rubbing her temple. "I don't think that's going to help her..."
Rui smirked, unbothered, while Emu still clung to Mafuyu's hands, her eyes glimmering with renewed determination. "I'll help you smile from the heart, Mafuyu-senpai! That's a promise!"
For a moment, Mafuyu simply stared back at her. Her expression didn't change—calm, distant, almost unreadable. Then she slowly lifted a hand and placed it gently on top of Emu's head. It was a small gesture, but the warmth behind it said more than any words could.
Riku smiled faintly, arms crossed. "Alright. Now that we've settled that... it's time for the main reason I came here."
Tsukasa blinked. "You mean there's another reason?"
Riku nodded. "Yeah. I wanted to ask you all for a favor."
Rui raised a brow, intrigued. "What kind of favor?"
"Kokoro's birthday is coming up next week," Riku said, a smile tugging at his lips. "I was wondering if—"
He didn't even get to finish.
Emu leapt into the air like a firework. "We'll do it! You want us to perform for Kokoron's birthday, right?! Then Wonderlands x Showtime gladly accepts!!"
Tsukasa slammed a fist to his chest, his energy restored in an instant. "A birthday performance?! Excellent! I'll make sure it's a day she'll remember for the rest of her life! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Too loud," Nene muttered, though a small smile betrayed her amusement.
Rui chuckled under his breath. "Ufufufu... our first birthday commission. I suppose there's a first for everything."
Even Nene Robo chimed in, its metallic tone oddly cheerful. "Affirmative. There's a first time for everything."
Nene crossed her arms, thinking aloud. "So, where's the celebration going to be held?"
Riku leaned casually against the railing. "According to Youji-san, Kokoro's holding it at the Tsurumaki Mansion. Last year, she hosted it on her family's private ship."
Tsukasa's jaw dropped. "Private ship? Just how absurdly wealthy is she?"
Riku shrugged, his expression deadpan. "Yes."
"That's... not an answer," Nene said, stifling a laugh. "Anyway, we've got the date and the location, but what about the song? Any requests?"
Riku looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head. "No need for specifics. Just sing something from the heart. Kokoro will feel it—she always does."
Tsukasa clenched his fists dramatically. "A song that comes from the heart... YOSH! I'm all fired up!!"
Riku watched them with quiet amusement as the group's energy reignited. The earlier heaviness in the air was gone, replaced by laughter and ambition. Still, when he mentioned they'd be paid for the performance, the atmosphere shifted again—specifically, around Emu.
Her bright, whimsical aura dimmed slightly as she slipped into a tone Riku hadn't expected—calm, measured, and sharp. "Alright," she said, voice steady. "Let's talk numbers."
Tsukasa froze mid-gesture. Rui raised an eyebrow. Even Nene blinked in surprise.
Gone was the airheaded, sunshine-filled Emu. In her place stood a girl negotiating like a professional. They discussed logistics, set conditions, and agreed that the payment would depend entirely on Kokoro's satisfaction with the performance. Riku, somewhat impressed—and a little intimidated—found himself agreeing.
When the final terms were settled, Emu clapped her hands cheerfully, the carefree sparkle instantly returning to her eyes as if nothing had happened. "Yay! Deal complete!"
Rui chuckled. "You truly are full of surprises, Emu."
"Ufufu~!" she giggled, twirling. "A performer must be ready for every kind of stage!"
The group laughed together, the earlier heaviness now dissolved into something warmer, lighter. Even Mafuyu, standing quietly at Riku's side, seemed more at ease—her posture less rigid, her gaze softer.
As the meeting wound down, Riku caught sight of Eli and Alisa approaching from the crowd. Eli's elegant wave stood out easily among the park's colors.
"Everything went smoothly?" she asked as they drew near.
Riku nodded, a calm smile crossing his face. "Yeah. It went better than I expected."
Emu and the others waved goodbye, promising to start their preparations soon. With that, Riku, Mafuyu, Eli, and Alisa made their way toward the exit. The late-afternoon light filtered through the park's banners, painting everything in hues of gold and pink.
As they left, the faint sound of music and laughter trailed behind them—Wonderlands x Showtime already diving into discussion for the upcoming show.
And for a brief moment, Riku glanced at Mafuyu beside him, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She looked peaceful. Tired, maybe—but lighter.
He smiled to himself. Yeah... this day had been worth it.
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Nagae Estate – Living Room
5:30 P.M.
After wrapping up their business at Phoenix Wonderland, Riku and Mafuyu made their way back to the estate. The soft glow of the setting sun painted the sky in amber hues, the kind of light that made the estate's gardens shimmer as though sprinkled with gold. Eli, however, wasn't with them this time—she had insisted on escorting Alisa home and spending the night with her parents, promising to return by morning.
As soon as Riku stepped through the front door, he was greeted by a blur of brown fur. Homura barreled straight into him, tail wagging like a propeller.
"Hey there, boy," Riku said with a small chuckle, steadying himself as the Mastiff's weight nearly knocked him off his feet. "You good now?"
Homura answered with a loud bark and a slobbery lick across Riku's cheek. Ayabe quickly stepped in, tugging the overexcited dog back with practiced calm.
"Homura's condition is all good," she said, her voice composed as ever. "No sickness or diseases found. Though the doctor did mention he needs to lose a bit of weight. Kaga-san is already preparing a proper diet that starts tomorrow."
"That's good to hear." Riku brushed some fur off his sleeve. "And how's your parrot?"
Ayabe's lips curved slightly, a rare softness in his tone. "Ringo's beak has finally been repaired, and his talons have been trimmed. As for Fuyu—the doctor did a thorough check. He says Fuyu will live for at least another five years."
For a brief moment, Riku froze. His expression shifted from surprise to relief, and then to something quiet—grateful. He had carried the weight of believing his cat wouldn't see another season past summer, and hearing otherwise loosened something in him. His eyes softened, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"That's... really good news," he murmured, a rare warmth breaking through his usual calm demeanor.
Ayabe nodded politely before tilting his head. "I don't see Eli-sama with you."
"She had to bring Alisa-chan home," Riku replied. "She'll stay with her family tonight."
"Very well," Ayabe said. "Before you and Mafuyu-sama head to your rooms, Oyakata-sama requests your presence in his office at ten tonight."
"Ten o'clock. Got it." Riku glanced toward the living room. "Are Rinko and Miyu here?"
"Rinko-sama and Miyu-sama are there along with their friends. Also—if you're looking for Youmu-san, she's in self-isolation until tomorrow."
"Self-isolation, huh..." Riku raised an eyebrow. "So she's creating a new spell again?"
Ayabe gave a knowing nod. That was all the confirmation he needed.
As Riku and Mafuyu stepped into the living room, the sound of muffled cheers and fast commentary drifted from the television. There sat Rinko and the rest of Roselia, joined by Miyu and the members of Lyrical Lily. None of them noticed Riku yet—they were completely absorbed in what was playing on the screen.
Riku paused, a small smirk tugging at his lips. The familiar broadcast flickering across the screen pulled him years back in time: The International 8 Grand Finals.
He remembered every moment. Every round.
It was the fifth round—the legendary one-versus-one round. Each band chose their representatives. Riku versus Ame. Topson versus Somnus. Ceb versus Chalice. JerAx versus fy. Johan versus xNova. The stage had been set for a series that no one would ever forget.
He remembered watching Johan lose first, then Jesse falling after him—OG down 0–2 in the 1v1 series. But then came Topson's brilliance, his calm precision slicing through Somnus. Ceb followed, turning the tide by beating Chalice. And then came Riku's turn—the final match, the one that would decide everything.
He could still hear the echo of the crowd when he beat Ame.
"OG! OG... have done it!" ODPixel's voice boomed from the screen.
"They've done it!" Fogged shouted.
"They have done it! The power of flowers and friendship have done it, ladies and gentlemen! YOUR GRAND CHAMPIONS OF TI8—IT'S OG!! Can you believe this?!"
The living room glowed with the same golden light that had filled the arena that day, and even though years had passed, the emotion still carried weight. On the screen, Riku could be seen hoisting the Aegis of Champions high, tears in his eyes.
Lisa leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. "You know," she said softly, "Riku kinda looks good when he cries."
Rinko, still staring at the screen, gave a small hum. "Hm... I guess he does."
Haruna glanced at Miyu with a knowing smile. "So this is why you really fell for him, huh, Miyu-san?"
Miyu chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah. When he played the guitar with all his heart... I fell for him at first sight. I'm just fortunate that I get to be with him now."
Ako looked up from her seat, eyes wide with admiration. "Yukina-san, do you think Roselia could ever achieve what Riku-nii did?"
Yukina didn't answer immediately. Her gaze lingered on the screen where Riku stood with his teammates, victory tears glistening under the stage lights. She closed her eyes for a moment—reflecting, maybe imagining herself there—and when she opened them again, her expression was firm.
"That depends, Ako," she said calmly. "But if we can do what Riku-san did—if we could just win one or two—then that would be enough to prove we're the best."
A voice came from behind them.
"Quite a goal you've got there, Yukina."
Everyone turned in surprise. There stood Riku and Mafuyu by the doorway.
Sayo blinked. "Since when did you two get back?"
Riku leaned against the doorframe, arms folded. "Since you were watching the TI8 grand finals."
Kurumi tilted her head. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I wanted to see your reactions." A playful glint crossed Riku's eyes. "Also, I gotta ask—what got you watching this?"
Miiko raised her hand, all smiles. "Ako-chan suggested it, nano! And it was a great idea too!"
Riku chuckled lightly. "Hm. Glad you enjoyed it. I take it you'll be watching TI9 next?"
Miyu nodded eagerly. "That was the plan. Are you joining us, Riku-san?"
He shook his head. "No. I have to give Homura a bath. He prefers it when I do it myself. But fair warning—OG's run at TI9 can be considered... disrespectful. So watch at your own risk."
That earned a few chuckles from the group. Mafuyu nudged her brother's arm, signaling it was time to go.
"Alright," Riku said, waving lazily as they left. "Enjoy the show, everyone."
The siblings made their way down the quiet hallway, the sounds of laughter and game commentary fading behind them. When they reached Riku's room, Homura was already waiting by the door, tail swishing expectantly.
"Ready for your bath, boy?" Riku asked with a faint grin.
The Mastiff barked once—loud and clear—and jumped up just enough to show his enthusiasm. That was all the confirmation Riku needed.
He changed into waterproof clothes, rolling up his sleeves before leading Homura to the bathroom. Warm steam soon filled the space, the air thick with the clean scent of soap and the faint echo of running water.
As Riku knelt by the tub, gently scrubbing Homura's fur, he felt a kind of peace settle over him. No stage lights. No crowd noise. Just the quiet rhythm of water and the steady heartbeat of home.
For a man who had spent years fighting battles both on stage and in spirit, moments like this—mundane and unhurried—were victories in their own right.
And as Homura wagged his tail, splashing suds across the floor, Riku couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Guess you're not the only one who needed this, huh?"
The dog barked once, almost like agreement, and for a moment, the world outside the Nagae Estate could wait.
Nagae Estate – Kyoya's Office
10:00 P.M.
Riku's POV
After giving Homura his long-awaited bath, the house had filled with an easy warmth. Roselia and Lyrical Lily joined us for dinner, and laughter spilled through the dining hall like music of its own. Grandfather, in his usual calm, invited the girls to stay the night. They accepted without hesitation, charmed as ever by the estate's quiet grandeur.
Now, though, the corridors were silent. Only the rhythmic ticking of the hall clock accompanied me as I stood before Grandfather's office door.
When I stepped inside, the familiar scent of sandalwood greeted me. Grandfather sat behind his desk, posture straight, his hands folded neatly over a stack of parchment reports. His expression was calm, but the atmosphere carried that subtle heaviness that always meant business.
"Ayabe told me to come here at ten," I began, lowering myself onto the couch opposite him. "Is there something important you want to discuss?"
"There are a few things," Grandfather replied evenly. "First, Sayori has been located. Hatate-kun found her in the Bamboo Forest of the Lost. Mokou-kun has been accommodating her since she went into hiding."
A small breath escaped me, tension easing from my shoulders. "That's good. At least the branch family won't have any leverage over Shinichi now."
Grandfather's gaze sharpened. "That brings us to the second matter. My spies within the branch family have reported something disturbing. They're planning to use Shinichi as their puppet—to challenge you for the succession of the Nagae family. And Rongrong-kun's words came true." He paused. "They forced a Spirit Ring onto him."
For a moment, I didn't speak. The words hung there, foul and bitter. I leaned back against the couch, my jaw tightening as disgust knotted in my chest.
"So they really went that far..." I muttered under my breath. "Fuck." My hand brushed through my hair, frustration slipping through my usually steady composure. "If I have to fight Shinichi to retain my spot as heir, then so be it. But I'll make sure he survives this. Rongrong and Grandpa Sword aren't here yet—they're still tied up with matters on the mainland. We have no clue how his body will handle a Spirit Ring without a Martial Soul."
"Exactly." Grandfather's tone was level, but his eyes carried a faint weight—one only those who had made impossible decisions could understand. "That's what I've been worrying about. If his body reaches a point where it cannot recover..." His voice lowered slightly. "You know what must be done."
I didn't need him to finish the thought. We both knew what he meant.
Putting him down—my own cousin, my kin.
It was cruel, but mercy often was.
"I'll cross that bridge when we reach it," I said quietly. "What's the next matter?"
Grandfather straightened a stack of papers before setting them aside. "Yesterday, Yukari called for a meeting with all family heads. She intends to show the world the truth about us... about what we really are."
My eyes widened, and I sat forward instantly. "Wait—did she actually say that?"
"She did," he said gravely. "She and Okina-dono nearly came to blows over it. Kasen, Yuyuko, and Satori had to intervene before it turned into an all-out danmaku battle."
The thought of Yukari-sama and Okina-sama clashing at full power was enough to send a chill down my spine. I frowned. "But what made her say something like that? Out of everyone in Gensokyo, Yukari-san would be the last person I'd expect to suggest revealing ourselves."
Grandfather leaned back slightly, his gaze distant. "She spoke of change. The world beyond Gensokyo is shifting—politically, spiritually, technologically. According to her, it's time for us to evolve as well. To show the world what we truly are, rather than continue to live in the shadows."
I exhaled slowly, uneasy. "But that's reckless. Why go so far? Is Yukari-san planning something?"
Grandfather met my eyes. "According to our agents in Europe, the Mages Association is planning a mass culling of youkai."
My pulse stilled for a moment.
The Mages Association.
That damned organization—an ancient hierarchy of magicians who saw themselves as gods among men. I'd grown up among them, seen their hypocrisy firsthand. To them, progress justified cruelty. They were elitists bound by outdated traditions and bloated pride, despising anything that didn't fit their vision of "purity."
And they hated us.
The only reason I'd ever been left untouched was the name I carried. Nagae. Even the Association wouldn't dare move against one of the Celestial Families; to do so would ignite a war that none of them could survive. That was why the Non-Aggression Pact had been made—to keep bloodshed from staining both worlds.
Still, there were always those who tested its limits. Rogue magi, arrogant enough to think they could act with impunity. We'd dealt with them before. Quietly. Efficiently.
I frowned, voice low. "So Yukari-san wants to reveal the truth to make their culling impossible? Wouldn't that just justify their hatred?"
Grandfather nodded once. "We raised the same concern. But she insisted she has everything under control."
I rubbed my temples. "Let's hope she's right. The last thing we need is another war."
A brief silence filled the room, broken only by the distant hum of cicadas outside.
"About tomorrow," I began, but Grandfather lifted a hand.
"I'll handle MORE MORE JUMP's matter myself," he said. "You, on the other hand, must focus on what's ahead. I've already asked Suwako and Kanako to prepare for your arrival. You'll spend tomorrow at the Moriya Shrine—meditating, clearing your mind, and gathering strength."
I blinked. "The Moriya Shrine, huh? Sure. I guess a little quiet won't hurt before the gathering. I'll take it as a chance to reset."
Grandfather nodded with satisfaction. "That will be all. You'll need every ounce of composure and focus in the days ahead."
"Understood," I said, standing from the couch. "Then I'll take my leave. You should rest too, Grandfather."
He gave a small, approving nod before turning back to his desk.
I stepped out of the office, letting the door close softly behind me. The air in the corridor felt cooler now, easier to breathe after the weight of that conversation.
As I walked toward my room, I spotted a familiar white blur sitting patiently by the wall. Fuyu lifted her head as soon as she saw me, her tail curling neatly around her paws.
"Were you waiting for me?" I asked softly.
She gave a gentle, almost human nod before padding closer and brushing against my leg. Her purr was quiet but steady—a comfort that words couldn't match.
I crouched down, lifting her carefully into my arms. Her warmth seeped into me, grounding me in a way no meditation ever could.
"Alright, let's go," I murmured.
The estate was silent as I walked back to my room, the moonlight spilling through the shoji screens in pale ribbons. The night air was cool, but Fuyu's weight against my chest was steady, her presence soft and familiar.
As I slid the door closed behind me, I let out a slow breath.
The day had been long—full of revelations and unease—but for now, the world could wait.
Tomorrow, I'd face whatever came next. Tonight, I'd rest.
And with Fuyu curled against me, I finally allowed the silence to take me.
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Nagae Estate
July 31, 2021 – Saturday – 9:45 A.M.
Saturday mornings carried their own rhythm at the Nagae Estate. I was already dressed and ready, preparing to leave for the Moriya Shrine. The gathering was tomorrow, and I needed to collect enough spiritual energy to face what awaited me. Fuyu trailed behind, her tail flicking lazily as she yawned. I'd decided to bring her along—not just because I trusted her presence, but because she could use some time with Sanae.
Just as I reached for the estate gate, familiar voices called out behind me.
"Riku, where are you and Fuyu going?" Rinko's tone carried that gentle concern she couldn't hide even if she tried.
I turned around to see both Rinko and Miyu waiting by the porch, still in their morning robes. "We're heading to the Moriya Shrine today," I said, tightening my gloves.
Miyu blinked. "The Moriya Shrine? Isn't today when the Nagae family's supposed to showcase MORE MORE JUMP?"
"It is," I confirmed. "But grandfather's handling that himself. He asked me to visit the shrine—to prepare for tomorrow."
Rinko nodded knowingly, her expression softening. "Right... the gathering." She exchanged a glance with Miyu before stepping closer. "Then we won't keep you. Tell Sanae-san we said hello."
I crouched and placed Fuyu gently down before embracing both of them. Their warmth lingered for a moment longer than usual—a quiet exchange of reassurance more than affection. When we pulled apart, I reminded them, "If Eli or Rongrong arrive before dinner, let them know I'm at the Moriya Shrine. I'll be back by then."
Both nodded in unison. I stepped onto the glowing transport circle Kanako-sama had given me, and in a heartbeat, the estate faded away—replaced by the crisp mountain air of Nagano.
Moriya Shrine
9:47 A.M.
The teleportation circle flared once before dispersing, leaving me and Fuyu standing before the grand torii gate of the Moriya Shrine. The air here always felt different—thicker with divine energy, almost humming beneath the skin.
Before I could even take another step forward, a heavy presence surged from behind the shrine. My instincts kicked in. I pivoted just in time to catch an oncoming punch, my hand locking around a familiar wrist. In one smooth motion, I twisted and flipped the attacker over my shoulder. The ground shook faintly as Kanako-sama hit the floor. My weapon materialized in my free hand—the Destroyer—its gleaming barrel aimed directly at her forehead.
"W–whoa, easy there, Riku," Kanako-sama sputtered, holding her palms up in surrender. "I was just testing you."
A small laugh followed from above. "Wow~ you really got royally wrecked by Riku-chan, Kanako~" Suwako-sama's teasing voice drifted down as she hopped lightly from the roof, landing beside us with that playful grin of hers.
I sighed, dismissing the weapon. "Good morning, Suwako-sama."
"Morning to you too, Riku-chan~ And you brought Fuyu-chan! Aww, look at her, she's gotten fluffier~"
Fuyu purred and rubbed against Suwako-sama's leg. I exhaled through my nose, still feeling the leftover tension in my arms. "Can you tell me why Kanako-sama thought ambushing me was a good idea?"
Suwako-sama waved a hand. "Like she said, she wanted to test you. We just wanted to see how you're holding up now that your full power's back."
Kanako-sama dusted herself off, smirking faintly. "And not just that. We sensed something else in you when you arrived—with your cat. Something... different."
I tilted my head, already knowing where this conversation would lead. "I'll explain once we're inside. I don't want to keep Sanae—"
"Senpai!!"
The familiar voice cut me off. All of us turned toward the shrine steps. There stood Kasumi—with the rest of Poppin'Party trailing behind her. What truly caught me off guard wasn't that they were here, but how they looked: bandanas tied around their heads, cleaning tools in hand, and buckets at their feet.
I blinked. "...Kasumi. Why are you girls dressed like that?"
Before she could answer, Suwako-sama piped up, laughing. "They volunteered to clean near Lake Suwa~! Thanks for helping out, girls~"
Kasumi beamed, swinging her broom proudly. "It's the least we can do! Sanae-san let us stay the night!"
I raised an eyebrow. "You stayed here? What happened?"
Rimi rubbed the back of her neck. "After our live show in Nagano... we kinda missed the last train."
That explained a lot. "I see. But how did you find the shrine?"
Kasumi puffed her chest. "We asked one of the locals! We told them we know you, and they brought us here."
I could only shake my head slightly, half amused, half baffled. "Where are Tae and Arisa?"
Saaya winced a little. "Well..."
Before she could finish, I spotted Tae trudging toward us, carrying Arisa piggyback-style. Arisa's face looked drained of all life.
"Senpai," Tae greeted casually. "You're here too?"
"Yeah. Grandfather sent me to meditate. Tomorrow's the gathering—I need to prepare."
Kasumi tilted her head. "Prepare? For what?"
I hesitated for a second, then said plainly, "I'll probably be fighting someone for the title of Nagae Family Head."
The words hit heavier than I expected. The band's cheerful energy dimmed. Saaya looked at me, worry tightening her usually calm face.
I softened my tone. "Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen to me. I'll win."
"Promise?" she asked quietly. Then she lifted her pinky.
I smiled faintly. "Promise."
We locked fingers in a small, almost childish gesture—but the sincerity in her eyes carried weight. Across us, Kasumi and Tae exchanged mischievous smirks. Their teasing was short-lived though, because the shrine doors slid open behind us.
"Riku!!" came Sanae's excited voice. She stepped into the light, eyes gleaming. "Is Saaya-chan possibly your other fiancée?!"
Both me and Saaya froze. "Eh?!"
Sanae clasped her hands together, grinning ear to ear. "Oh my!! This is perfect!! Rinko-chan, Miyu-chan, Eli-chan—and now Saaya-chan?! My little otouto is so blessed! Onee-chan approves!"
Sanae gave me a thumbs up as Saaya turned scarlet. She tried to speak, but only managed incoherent noises as her bandmates snickered behind her. I rubbed the bridge of my nose.
"Sanae, please," I muttered. "We just made a pinky promise. Don't make this weird."
"Oh, come on, Riku~ You and Saaya-chan look so perfect together~" she teased, sing-songing her words. Saaya squeaked and covered her face with both hands, clearly ready to melt into the floor.
Before I could try to rescue her, Sanae clapped her hands, her expression brightening. "Ah, right! You girls must be tired! I've already prepared baths for you—go ahead and refresh yourselves. After that, I made breakfast for everyone!"
Arisa perked up immediately. "Thanks a bunch, Kochiya-san."
Sanae wagged her finger. "No need for formalities! Call me Sanae. Every friend of Riku's does."
Then she turned back to me. "What about you, Riku? What's your plan?"
"I'll head to the lake," I said, adjusting the strap on my shoulder. "I have to be ready for tomorrow. You, Kanako-sama, and Suwako-sama are free to join if you want. Oh—and Fuyu's with me, so could you keep an eye on her?"
Sanae's face lit up. "I'd love to! Come here, Fuyu!"
The big white cat leapt into Sanae's arms and immediately curled up against her chest. Sanae giggled softly, stroking her fur like a child with a treasured pet.
"Then I'll be off," I said, turning toward the path that led down to Lake Suwa. "I'll pick her up before dinner."
"Take care, Riku!" Sanae called out, waving as I descended the steps. Behind her, the girls of Poppin'Party followed inside, laughter echoing faintly behind the sliding doors.
Third POV
As Riku's figure disappeared down the mountain path, the morning air settled back into silence—broken only by the faint hum of divine energy that lingered in his wake. The two goddesses standing by the gate, Suwako and Kanako, exchanged glances. What they had just felt wasn't something they could easily shrug off.
Suwako tilted her head, a faint, mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "You felt that too, right~?"
Kanako's eyes narrowed, the faint glow of her pupils flickering. "Yeah. That wasn't a youkai's aura... that was a dragons." Her tone carried a hint of awe, but also wariness. "And not just any dragon—a powerful one."
Suwako's grin widened. "Think he could beat us with that?~ Or even if we both went all out?~"
Kanako crossed her arms, letting out a small exhale through her nose. "Hard to say." Then, after a pause, she glanced sidelong at her companion. "You wanna check for yourself?"
The shrine's guardian goddess turned to her, lips curling upward. "You son of a bitch, I'm in~."
And just like that, the two deities left the shrine behind, their steps barely touching the ground as they followed the faint trace of Riku's aura through the forest path. The trees swayed gently as divine wind brushed past, guiding them toward the lake.
When they arrived, the sight before them made both women halt in place.
Riku hovered above the calm waters of Lake Suwa, suspended in a faint halo of light. The Destroyer rested in his grasp, its surface gleaming faintly beneath the sun. From his back spread a pair of luminous, blue wings—majestic and pure, each feather pulsing with condensed energy. Around him, nine spirit rings rotated in serene harmony, each one radiating its own distinct brilliance.
The goddesses could feel it even from the shore: the raw, ancient energy flowing between Riku and the lake. The water responded to him, rippling outward in gentle waves as if in reverence. Every second that passed seemed to thicken the air with power.
Suwako blinked slowly, her smile softening into something closer to respect. "Guess we don't wanna bother him now~."
Kanako crossed her arms again, but her tone carried a rare note of agreement. "Yeah. If we interrupt that flow, it'll throw his balance off. Better we guard the place instead."
"Then it's decided~," Suwako chimed, spinning on her heel. "I'll take the east side, and you take the west~"
"Our pillars, right?" Kanako replied. "Fine. East and west it is. While we're at it, let's throw up a barrier—keep him off the radar."
Suwako's hat bobbed as she nodded. Without another word, both goddesses vanished in twin flashes of gold and azure light, reappearing at opposite ends of the lake. From their positions, they extended their hands, divine symbols etching themselves into the air. Their powers intertwined—a spiral of sun and earth converging into a seamless barrier that wrapped around the entire lake like an invisible veil. The air shimmered faintly, then stilled.
Within moments, the world outside would see nothing—no divine activity, no surge of energy. Just an ordinary lake, silent and undisturbed.
Their task complete, the two goddesses sat upon their respective pillars. From their vantage points, they could see Riku—motionless, wings spread, the light around him pulsing like a heartbeat.
"He's changed," Suwako murmured softly, resting her chin on her hand. "It's like watching a storm remembering it was once the sky."
Kanako didn't reply, but her gaze lingered on Riku for a long moment. Her divine senses could feel it clearly now—the balance of his spiritual power was mending, threads once frayed now being rewoven into something stronger.
Meanwhile...
Within Riku's consciousness, the world was different. The Dragon Palace stretched vast and gleaming—pillars of jade and obsidian rising high into a sky that shimmered with silver mist. The entire palace pulsed faintly with energy, like a living heart.
In the great hall, Iku and Tenshi stood side by side, their palms pressed against the crystalline floor. Energy from the lake above flowed downward through Riku's body and into this spiritual realm, channeled by both women into the heart of the palace.
Tenshi's blue hair fluttered in the current of power. "To think Riku needs this much energy just to refill," she muttered, half amused, half concerned.
Iku didn't look up, her expression calm but focused. "He spent nine years with his strength cut in half. This much is just catching up to what was stolen." Her hands glowed brighter as another surge of power funneled downward. "Still... that's not what worries me."
Tenshi arched an eyebrow. "You mean the one who ordered those attacks?"
Iku nodded faintly. "You're not going to tell him?"
A faint smirk curved Tenshi's lips. "Nah. He'll figure it out tomorrow."
Iku sighed and shook her head, though there was no true disapproval in her tone. "You're incorrigible."
"Call it faith," Tenshi replied lightly. "He's sharper than he lets on."
The two continued their silent work, channeling the divine essence of the lake into the palace's core. The crystalline structure pulsed with life, slowly brightening as Riku's power—long restrained—began to return to its full, terrifying potential.
Above them, in the physical world, Riku remained still in the air—wings spread, eyes closed, surrounded by light. The lake's reflection danced beneath him, glowing brighter with each passing minute.
Guarded by gods. Empowered by dragons.
And watched over by those who believed in him—
the heir of Nagae meditated within the calm before the coming storm.
Nagae Estate – Riku's Studio
11:30 A.M.
The hum of an amplifier filled the quiet corners of Riku's studio. Behind the thick glass of the soundproof room, Sayo was guiding Yukina's fingers along the fretboard, her tone sharp yet patient. Yukina, focused and determined, followed each chord change with careful precision, her silver hair catching the pale light that filtered through the blinds.
Outside the booth, Lisa and Ako lounged on a small couch, joined by Rinko, who was quietly observing the lesson. Her eyes occasionally flicked to the music sheets scattered on the table—Riku's handwriting still visible on the margins.
Lisa leaned back with a sigh, twirling a strand of her hair. "Say, I didn't see Riku anywhere today."
Ako's head popped up immediately. "Yeah, I don't see Fuyu either. Rin-Rin, do you know where Riku-nii is?"
Rinko didn't look away from the booth. "He's at the Moriya Shrine today. He said he needed to prepare for the gathering tomorrow."
That caught Ako's curiosity. "Gathering? What's that about?"
Rinko finally turned toward them, her voice calm as always. "From what Kyoya-san told me, it's a meeting between the twelve Celestial Families. They hold it every seven years at the Imperial Palace. His Majesty himself attends, and they discuss national matters... and future plans."
Lisa sat up straight, brows furrowing. "Wait—you mean that kind of gathering? Sounds like a big deal. But why's Riku preparing? It's just politics, right?"
Rinko shook her head slightly. "No. Riku said he'll have to fight someone. The position of Nagae Family head is on the line."
The room fell silent for a heartbeat. Lisa and Ako exchanged worried glances, but what unsettled them more was how composed Rinko looked.
Lisa studied her closely. "You look... calm. Are you sure you're okay with that?"
Rinko folded her hands on her lap, her tone steady but distant. "I'm fine. But... I can't shake the feeling that something will happen tomorrow."
The air hung heavy until the door creaked open behind them. Kazehana entered, her usual poise intact, followed by Mitsuri—and behind them, Eli and Rongrong stepped inside.
"Rinko-sama," Kazehana said with a bow, "I've brought Eli-sama and Rongrong-sama."
Rinko stood, her lips softening into a smile. "They're back?"
Eli wasted no time; she crossed the room and gave Rinko a brief but warm hug. "I was supposed to have lunch with my family, but Papa said I should go on ahead."
Rongrong followed with her characteristic grace, eyes briefly sweeping the studio before she noticed two familiar faces. "I finished my matters on the mainland early. Oh? It's you."
Ako's eyes lit up instantly. She pointed dramatically. "Ah! The beautiful onee-san!"
Rongrong chuckled. "Good to see you again, Ako-chan."
Lisa tilted her head, crossing her arms. "You mentioned before you were Riku's childhood friend... but what brings you to the Nagae estate this time?"
Rongrong smiled, the kind of calm confidence that came from long habit. "I suppose I should reintroduce myself properly. I'm Ning Rongrong, sole heiress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—one of the three major clans in China. It's a pleasure to meet you all again."
The reaction was immediate. Aside from Rinko, everyone in Roselia froze. The idea that the cheerful, elegant woman before them carried that much weight hit hard.
Rinko folded her arms lightly. "Right, I forgot to mention—Rongrong-san is also one of Riku's fiancées. Along with me, Miyu-chan, and Eli-san."
A stunned silence filled the studio. Yukina and Sayo, having stepped out of the soundproof room, stopped mid-stride.
Sayo blinked. "Wait... what?"
Ako nearly tripped over her words. "H-how did the beautiful onee-san get engaged to Riku-nii, Rin-Rin?"
Rongrong's smile softened with nostalgia. "Riku and I made a promise years ago. That we'd stand side by side once I became strong enough."
That choice of words drew subtle looks from everyone—curiosity mixed with confusion.
Sayo, ever the logical one, tilted her head. "Rongrong-san... are you by any chance a magician?"
"Magician?" Rongrong chuckled. "Close. I'm a cultivator—a Spirit Master, to be exact." She glanced toward Sayo's hand. "And speaking of which, your wrist... it's in pain, isn't it? Let me help."
Before anyone could respond, a gentle pink light bloomed from Rongrong's palm. A radiant, nine-story glass pagoda shimmered into existence above her hand, while a black halo of light rippled behind her. The sheer pressure of her spirit energy made the air hum.
Everyone stared in awe.
Rongrong touched Sayo's wrist lightly. The pink light enveloped her, warm and soothing. Moments later, the glow faded, and Rongrong dismissed her Martial Soul with a graceful wave.
"There. All better. Try moving it."
Sayo blinked, hesitating, then flexed her wrist. Her eyes widened in disbelief—the pain was gone. "It... doesn't hurt anymore..."
Lisa's mouth hung open. "What did you just do? Her hand wasn't supposed to heal for another two weeks!"
"What you saw," Rongrong explained calmly, "was my Martial Soul—the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. I'm a support type Spirit Master, so healing is one of my specialties."
The rest of Roselia stared in quiet wonder, unsure whether to applaud or question the laws of physics. Ako, predictably, was the first to recover. She bounded up to Rongrong, eyes shining.
"That was so cool, Rong-nee! What else can you do?!"
Rongrong smiled, humoring her enthusiasm. "Well... besides healing, I'm also quite skilled in swordsmanship."
Rinko gave her a pointed look. "Right. I remember you and Riku nearly destroyed the Saigyouji Garden a few days ago."
The entire room snapped their attention to Rinko.
Yukina's tone was sharp. "They did what?"
Rongrong winced, scratching her cheek. "That... might've been my fault. It had been years since I last saw him, and I wanted to show Riku how much I'd improved. We ended up in a stalemate... and, well, the garden didn't survive."
Rinko's tone carried faint amusement. "And both of you got punished rather harshly by Yuyuko-san."
Rongrong visibly shuddered, gripping Rinko's shoulders. "Don't remind me of that again."
Her expression was so sincere it broke the tension, earning a few quiet laughs from Lisa and Ako. Eli, however, cleared her throat—redirecting the conversation.
"Anyway, Rinko," she said, her voice elegant but direct. "Where has dear gone off to? I haven't seen him anywhere in the estate, nor Fuyu."
"Riku took Fuyu to the Moriya Shrine," Rinko answered. "He's there preparing for tomorrow."
Rongrong nodded knowingly. "Right. The Celestial Gathering." She stretched lightly, the exhaustion from her travels finally showing. "I'll be heading to my room now, Rinko. I need rest—I just got back from the mainland."
She started toward the hallway when Kazehana suddenly called out.
"Rongrong-sama, before you go—Oyakata-sama requests your presence tonight at nine. You, Eli-sama, and Rinko-sama are to meet him in his office. Riku-sama will join you as well."
Rongrong paused mid-step and inclined her head. "I see. I'll take note of it."
With that, she left quietly, her steps soft against the polished floor. Eli soon followed, Mitsuri at her side, heading in the same direction.
As the door closed, the studio settled back into its quiet rhythm. The faint hum of an amplifier returned, and inside the booth, Sayo absentmindedly plucked at her now-healed wrist—testing the motion.
Ako leaned closer to Rinko, whispering, "Rin-Rin, with all these fiancées, Riku-nii's life sounds like a whole drama show."
Rinko gave a small, tired smile. "You don't know the half of it."
The studio had quieted after Rongrong, Eli, and Mitsuri left, the faint hum of the amplifiers still lingering in the air. Rinko exhaled softly before turning toward Kazehana, who stood by the door with her usual poise.
"Kazehana-san, can you prepare some drinks for Yukina-san and Sayo-san?" Rinko asked.
Kazehana nodded gracefully, fixing a loose strand of her long blue hair. "As you wish, Rinko-sama." She bowed slightly before slipping out of the room.
Lisa stretched lazily on the couch, glancing between Sayo and Yukina. "So, why are you two out here instead of continuing inside?"
Sayo exchanged a glance with Yukina before answering. "We saw Rongrong-san arrive and got curious. We didn't expect her to be Riku-san's fiancée."
Rinko smiled faintly, folding her hands. "Aside from their childhood promise, their parents also hoped for them to be together."
Yukina crossed her arms thoughtfully. "So... it's an arranged marriage then."
Rinko nodded. "That's right. But it's not just personal—it's political too. Their engagement forms an alliance between Japan and China."
Lisa gave a low whistle. "A political marriage, huh? That's some next-level responsibility."
Rinko's tone softened. "Yes, and that's what worries me. Both of them carry heavy burdens, and I fear they'll collapse under the pressure one day. That's why I'll do everything I can to support them. I love Miyu-chan, Eli-san, Rei-san, and Rongrong-san as much as I love Riku."
For a second, the room went still. It was as if the world skipped a beat—and then came the collective record scratch in everyone's minds. Lisa blinked hard. Sayo froze mid-motion.
"Rinko..." Lisa began slowly, "what exactly do you mean by that?"
Sayo's face turned pink. "Don't tell me you're—"
Before she could finish, Rinko realized what she had just said. Her entire face flushed crimson as she snatched a cushion from the couch and buried her face in it.
"Please... just forget what I said..." she mumbled from behind the fabric.
Lisa gawked. "How are we supposed to forget that?!"
Yukina, clearly done with the chaos, cleared her throat softly. "A-anyway... since Sayo's hand is fully recovered now, we should return to practice. I'd like to work on the song Riku-san gave us a few days ago."
That got everyone's attention. Rinko peeked from behind the cushion, eyes brightening at the mention of Riku's song.
Lisa grinned. "I'm down for that. But how are we gonna explain Sayo's wrist being magically fine when Riku sees her?"
Rinko dropped the cushion onto her lap. "Knowing him, he'll probably figure out it was Rongrong-san's doing."
Ako's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Still, this'll be the first time we see Yukina-san and Sayo-san play guitar together! Even if it's just practice!"
Both guitarists exchanged glances. Sayo's lips curved into a subtle smirk. "I suppose so. It'll be the first time my disciple performs beside me."
Yukina's tone softened, her voice teasing in a way that made Lisa blink. "I won't drag you down... sensei."
Lisa almost dropped her bass. "Wait—did Yukina just joke?!"
Yukina gave a tiny shrug. "I try to learn. Still a long way to go..." Then her expression steadied. "Anyway, everyone, get ready. This will be a new version of Roselia."
The group exchanged determined nods. One by one, they moved into the soundproof room—Lisa to her bass, Ako adjusting her drums, Rinko at the keyboard. Yukina lifted one of Riku's spare guitars, running her fingers along the strings. He had lent it to her until she could afford her own, and somehow, the instrument carried a quiet warmth—like a fragment of his spirit was in it.
Sayo tuned her own guitar beside her, the faint clicks of pegs filling the silence. When both were ready, Yukina glanced toward her with a small, confident smile.
"Now then," she said, her voice steady, "let us begin."
The moment her fingers struck the first chord, sound bloomed like light through the glass barrier—rich, powerful, and alive. Sayo's playing joined in perfectly, their harmonies blending with the deep pulse of Lisa's bass and the rhythm of Ako's drums. Rinko's keys layered on top, delicate yet commanding, weaving emotion through every note.
Inside that sealed room, something shifted. The air vibrated with renewed energy, a unity that hadn't been there before. It wasn't just practice—it was rebirth.
Outside, Kazehana returned quietly with a tray of drinks, pausing by the door as the music washed over her. A faint smile touched her lips as she whispered to herself, "A new Roselia indeed."
Back inside, Yukina closed her eyes, letting the melody carry her. For the first time in a long while, there was no pressure—just music, flowing between them like shared breath.
The song that Riku had written became more than just notes on a page. It was a reflection of their bond—their pain, growth, and the unspoken promise that each of them would keep pushing forward, no matter what awaited beyond the stage.
When the final chord faded, the girls remained still, breathing hard yet smiling. Lisa was the first to speak, grinning wide. "Damn... that felt good."
Ako threw her hands up, beaming. "That was awesome! Roselia's back, baby!"
Sayo chuckled softly, setting her guitar down. "Not back," she corrected. "Reborn."
Yukina nodded, her expression serene. "Exactly. From this moment on... this is who we are."
As the morning light spilled across the studio floor, the echoes of their music lingered—proof of something new taking shape, both fragile and fierce.
A new Roselia had indeed been born.