Otto held a golden feather in his hand, faint halos rippling out across the void like circles spreading across water.
“The consciousness… it’s identical to sixteen years ago. This really is… Cecilia!”
His pupils shrank to needles, his heartbeat stopping for a moment, as though lightning had split the sky.
Even if he hadn’t harbored much suspicion toward Nagami.
But actually witnessing the return of someone long dead left him unable to suppress the overwhelm...
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So this is what it feels like for a cat when humans keep pestering it.
After shooing away the rowdy classmates in the front row—people who clearly had something wrong with their heads.
Yukinoshita Yukino quietly jotted down another insight into her notebook.
This book was where she recorded all of her observations and reflections about cats.
Once she carefully tucked the notebook away, her mind returned to the question from before:
‘Why hadn’t Hojou and...
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Kyousuke sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning, savoring the aftertaste of sleep—that drowsy, languid haze that clung to him.
His mind was still foggy, logic circuits sluggish, to the point where he almost started wondering why he had fallen asleep in the first place… and why he was awake now.
But unlike the usual rude awakenings, this time he wasn’t irritated at all.
Even though he couldn’t quite recall the details of the earlier phone call, Yukari’s gentle,...
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The host was a young woman, likely in her twenties.
She stepped onto the stage with a professional yet sweet smile, greeting each member of Kessoku Band in turn before beginning her self-introduction.
“Hello to all the members of Kessoku Band, and good evening to everyone in the audience. I’m Akie Fushimi. It’s truly an honor to interview Kessoku Band tonight.”
After pausing briefly, she smoothly transitioned into introducing the band member...
2025-08-27 16:15:19 +0000 UTC
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[TL Note - The Song It's not mine]
Unlike a public concert, a solo performance requires purchasing a ticket.
However, it’s also not quite like a full-blown concert either—this type of event is more focused on promoting the movie.
So in reality, the actual musical performance was relatively short.
Most of the time was reserved for interviewing the band members.
That said, despite the brief setlist, the tickets were priced reasonably.
And with Kessoku Ban...
2025-08-27 16:11:07 +0000 UTC
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October 10th. Clear skies.
The autumn wind was crisp, but with the sun still gently warming the city, the breeze didn’t carry much of a chill.
These few days were likely to be the most pleasant of the season—just days earlier, the midday heat had still lingered, and in the coming days, the cold would begin to creep in.
Aoki had woken up at 7 a.m. for his usual morning jog, and after returning to the apartment, he’d already eaten breakfast.
Today and tomorrow were...
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“Nagami, when can we start reviving Mom? Do we need to prepare anything special?”
The eager voice broke through the stunned silence, pulling everyone back to reality.
Mei glanced at True Kiana, who was tightly clinging to Nagami’s arm, clearly wanting to say something—yet unable to.
After all, the situation was special.
The boy she liked had brought her mother back to life.
Under such circumstances, True Kiana’s actions weren’t too out of line.
...
2025-08-27 16:04:48 +0000 UTC
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“Nagami!”
“Nagami!”
“Nagami!”
“Husband~”
The calls of surprise rang out one after another—yet when Kurumi’s sweet and bold title was heard, silence fell instantly.
Everyone turned their sharp, ice-cold gazes toward her, and of course, Nagami and C.C. were caught in the crossfire too.
Nagami quietly studied Kurumi, still dressed in her spirit outfit.
Her round shoulders glowed with a faint pink shimmer, and her slender arms were as ...
2025-08-27 16:01:42 +0000 UTC
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“Y-Y-Yukari, what did you just say?”
Hiratsuka Shizuka’s voice trembled so much she could barely string a sentence together.
She stared at her friend in disbelief, unable to process how this gentle, refined, Yamato Nadeshiko-like woman could say something so hurtful.
“Eh?”
Yukari blinked in confusion, then obediently repeated herself:
“I said, you shouldn’t treat Aunt Mikiko like a normal parent just because she already has two kids. Her personality...
2025-08-27 15:25:51 +0000 UTC
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An older sister sacrificing herself for her younger siblings—that’s something you see everywhere.
No matter how good or strained the relationship is, being the eldest always seems to come with that instinct to protect.
Even someone like Miyamizu Mitsuha, who usually acts carefree and scatterbrained, was the same.
No matter how much she hated her little countryside town, no matter how much she longed for the outside world.
She never once thought about selfishly aban...
2025-08-27 15:25:10 +0000 UTC
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“Stooooooop!”
Tears welled up in Kawasaki Saki’s eyes as she shouted:
“Please, Nishimiya-san, spare me already! Even if you want to cover up old sadness with some new despair, you don’t have to be this cruel!”
“Cruel?”
Nishimiya Shouko blinked in confusion, tilting her head thoughtfully.
“But this… this is just my everyday life with Kyousuke-kun.”
“Your everyday life? Ugh, what I want to hear is something out of the ordinary. And not...
2025-08-27 15:24:37 +0000 UTC
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Around 8:00 PM.
After hours of buzz and speculation, the Kessoku Band’s official Twitter account had already gathered over 300 comments under its first post.
The post itself was simple—just a few group photos of the Kessoku Band members.
And yet, it was anything but simple.
Before this account existed, there was barely any credible information online about the Kessoku Band—or its mysterious guitarist, suki-san.
No public appearance...
2025-08-26 15:00:15 +0000 UTC
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The ruined cityscape no longer bore any trace of what was once Shenzhou’s bustling commercial hub, a vital nexus linking major urban clusters.
Countless landmarks, once-famous skyscrapers of steel and glass, had all been obliterated by the arrival of the Fourth Eruption.
Everything was buried deep beneath crumbling chasms and ruin.
The air still reeked of Honkai energy, thick and oppressive.
Deadwalkers and beasts prowled the empty streets—but a closer look reveale...
2025-08-26 15:00:15 +0000 UTC
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“Mother-in-law, it’s time to go.”
Following the feather’s signal, C.C. stepped out from a newly opened Imaginary Gate, appearing right where Cecilia stood.
“Nagami, Otto has launched a Honkai Fission Bomb!” Cecilia’s steps quickened despite herself, her voice soft yet trembling with barely suppressed anxiety. “Siegfried… he…”
The moment Siegfried summoned Shamash, Otto had sealed all battlefield communications.
Not even the Valkyries figh...
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As a hopeless siscon, Kawasaki Saki’s obsession with her little sister was clearly on another level—something Nishimiya Shouko could never possibly compete with.
If there was anyone who could stand toe-to-toe with her in this field, it would probably have to be someone extreme, like Yukinoshita Haruno.
After her excitement finally settled down, Kawasaki remembered why they were even talking in the first place.
The eager shine in her eyes dimmed.
“So… Nishimiya-...
2025-08-26 15:00:15 +0000 UTC
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Ryo didn’t have much to say about the social media plan—but she was very curious about why Kita suddenly started calling Aoki “Kei-senpai.”
Bocchi seemed a little reluctant about taking photos and uploading them online, but since it was for the good of Kessoku Band, she was quietly trying to mentally prepare herself.
As for Nijika...
A change of subject doesn’t change what’s already in your head.
Even though Aoki handled the situation decisively, N...
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Within the barrier, all Honkai energy was nullified.
Other forms of energy were also weakened in different ways.
Weapons powered by Honkai energy became useless.
Even Fusion Warriors, who carried Emperor-class Honkai beast genes, would suffer internal chaos—barely lasting a minute inside.
Ordinary humans?
The moment the barrier opened, even their bioelectric voltage would collapse, killing them instantly.
Electricity itself counted as energy, so naturally...
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“Kawasaki-san…”
Nishimiya Shouko called softly.
She wanted to ask Are you okay?—but there was no point.
Anyone could see she was definitely not okay.
So instead, Shouko tried another approach:
“If you don’t get up soon, the cafeteria’s going to close.”
In other words—'Stop crying, and let’s go eat lunch together.’
She didn’t want to part with it, but since Kawasaki was so upset for who-knows-what reas...
2025-08-26 15:00:14 +0000 UTC
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Aoki blinked, surprised for a moment before speaking.
"You could smell that? Ryo-san, your sense of smell is on par with a dog’s."
"Sorry, I'm a cat person."
Ryo replied flatly, completely unrelated to what he just said.
With her deadpan expression and bizarre response, it had the random comedy vibe straight out of a Japanese drama. Aoki couldn’t help but chuckle.
But Ryo quickly brought the topic back.
"Suki-san, please don’t change the subject. I ca...
2025-08-25 15:00:21 +0000 UTC
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“The Second Herrscher… Impossible!”
Siegfried’s eyes sharpened, only to widen in disbelief as he stared at the purple-haired girl who had suddenly appeared.
“She blocked Might of Utu… that easily!?”
The principle behind the Ideal Fluid was both the strongest spear and the strongest shield in physics.
Every material in existence, whether on a macro or micro scale, had gaps.
Even particles and atoms were themselves made of quarks.
And even quark...
2025-08-25 15:00:19 +0000 UTC
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“Huuh—”
Exhaling deeply, Nagami in Sirin’s form and C.C. both curved their lips into faint smiles.
In C.C.’s hand, the orange-gold Herrscher Core radiated a gentle light.
“With this, everything is finally complete. All that’s left now is to make a glamorous exit—and we’ll have the perfect ending!”
C.C. gently shook the woman sleeping in her arms.
“Mother-in-law, mother-in-law!”
A soft murmur—enough to nearly make C.C.’s brain exp...
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Shouko had already guessed why Kawasaki Saki had called her up to the rooftop.
After learning to “eat bitter melon,” she understood the kind of aura carried by someone who bore their own pain in silence.
Whether Kawasaki’s habit of using underwear as hair ties came from some strange fetish or from financial hardship, Shouko had no intention of pretending ignorance.
She wasn’t going to stand on high and say something hollow like “Don’t worry, everyone ...
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October 9th.
With no more ensemble practice or anxious waiting for Fireworks to hit theaters, and after taking a full day off on the 8th, Aoki’s life noticeably lightened up.
Sure, things might get busy again soon, but at least for now, he was free from the strict triangle of "practice, sleep, repeat."
The weather was clear.
Rather than gradually cooling, the temperature had suddenly dropped by several degrees one night.
Nothing extrem...
2025-08-25 15:00:18 +0000 UTC
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The reason the girl began to like bitter melon was because of a single phrase.
Or rather… because of a single person.
It was one autumn afternoon, back when she was still in sixth grade.
She had just gained three friends and was still trying her best to learn how to enjoy the simple happiness of being a guest at a friend’s house.
By then, she had already eaten at Kyousuke’s house several times.
Aunt Mikiko was always so warm and kind.
And somehow, eve...
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"Kei-senpai..."
Aoki froze for a moment.
Before he could respond, a familiar electronic voice—one he hadn't heard in a while—suddenly echoed in his mind.
———————————————————————
[Congratulations, Host.]
[You’ve unlocked your first CG for the heroine ‘Kita Ikuyo’]
[‘Autumn Wind, Lead Vocalist, Apprentice Guitarist, and Senpai’.]
————...
2025-08-24 16:00:03 +0000 UTC
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If you had to sum it up, Fireworks was a pretty simple movie.
It had a touch of fantasy—a story about a boy who uses a mysterious marble to rewind time three times in an attempt to change the fate of the girl he likes.
That was the short version, at least.
But if you looked closer, the movie had a lot of issues.
Plot holes, questionable pacing... quite a few things didn’t add up.
If it weren’t for the fact that he wanted to hear Fireworks ...
2025-08-24 15:43:55 +0000 UTC
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At that very moment, Aoki was still unaware of the full consequences that awaited Ges Band.
But as he looked over the now completely reversed public opinion online, the anxiety that had weighed on him for more than half a month finally lifted.
With things as they were now, the girls of Kessoku Band probably wouldn’t have to be affected by all that drama anymore.
Aoki knew all too well how much “Fireworks” meant to them—it was the band’s fi...
2025-08-24 15:42:59 +0000 UTC
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Inside the mall, Cecilia treated Sirin like a living doll, dressing her in one pretty outfit after another.
At first, Sirin’s expression was hesitant and conflicted.
Soon it settled into a blank mask, before softening into a faint trace of longing.
And finally—her delicate little face lit up with an eager smile.
“This dress really suits Sirin,” Cecilia said warmly.
“I think this one’s even better,” Kiana chimed in, holding up another outfit.
T...
2025-08-24 15:39:04 +0000 UTC
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Chaotic thoughts swirled like mist, hazy and indistinct, as if sinking into the depths of a vast, shadowed ocean.
A formless sense of falling wrapped around her, threatening to drag her down into a bottomless abyss.
“Sirin, time to wake up~”
A soft warmth spread across her nerves, and a gentle yet strangely unfamiliar voice brushed her ears.
Sirin’s long lashes quivered as she slowly drifted back to consciousness from the haze of fainting.
Her eyelids, heav...
2025-08-24 15:21:18 +0000 UTC
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As someone who had tasted suffering, Nishimiya Shouko was painfully sensitive to the flavor of misfortune.
It was a bitter taste laced with sourness—black bitterness, white sourness.
It wasn’t just her tongue that had to endure it; the very world before her eyes lost its color.
Unlike bitter melon, unhappiness carried no nutrition.
It didn’t provide vitamins, didn’t fill the stomach.
All it left behind was a gnawing hatred for one’s own weaknes...
2025-08-24 15:00:21 +0000 UTC
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