“Wait, wait—if we’re talking about cup sizes, isn’t it obvious that a B can’t compare to a C?”
Yuigahama Yui argued seriously, but the moment her peripheral vision caught sight of Class-A hero Matsubayashi Mimiko, she quickly added:
“Ah—sorry, Mimiko, I wasn’t targeting you! With your petite figure, if you actually had a C it would look weird. Honestly, the way you are now is perfect!”
Her tone was sincere—because she really meant it.
On Mimiko’...
2025-08-24 15:00:20 +0000 UTC
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Before Fireworks hit theaters and Uchiage Hanabi was fully unveiled, despite Ghost Elements (Ges) fans continuing their harsh criticisms of Kessoku Band.
Those who wanted to defend Kessoku Band didn’t actually have much to argue with.
First, Kita Ikuyo had once performed Loser—a song completely unsuited to her voice before she had any formal vocal training, and it didn’t land well.
That much was undeniable, and the internet had seen it with t...
2025-08-23 15:51:44 +0000 UTC
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On September 28th, the Fireworks movie trailer was released as scheduled.
Simultaneously, the film’s voice actors, director, and other key production staff began their nationwide promotional tour.
Just as Niijima had said earlier, the pre-recorded Uchiage Hanabi wasn’t featured in the trailer.
Many netizens, especially those following the "suki-san controversy," clicked on the trailer out of curiosity—only to walk away disappointed.
Still, thank...
2025-08-23 15:51:20 +0000 UTC
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Like a flash-step technique, the crimson flames erupted with searing brilliance.
In an instant, the distance of several dozen meters vanished, and the Red Kite Immortal drove her fist straight toward the Herrscher of the Void’s chest.
In response, multiple layers of diamond-shaped imaginary-space barriers formed in front of C.C. The crisp sound of impact echoed, ripples spread violently across the surface—yet the targeted point of the barrier remained perfectly intact.
C...
2025-08-23 15:38:28 +0000 UTC
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Anti-Entropy Base.
Her long blue hair fell past her back.
To be fair, it wasn’t as messy as a bird’s nest; at least when facing outsiders in serious situations, Einstein would take the time to tidy it up a little.
“The database of the Previous Era…”
Her slender fingers tapped quickly across the keyboard, pupils shrinking and darting rapidly as she focused on the blue holographic projection in front of her.
“Just where did Welt even ge...
2025-08-23 15:38:00 +0000 UTC
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“Alexandra!?!”
Nagami’s finger shot out stiffly at the woman before him, his voice cracking with disbelief.
“Y-yes…? Is there something strange about my name?”
Seeing the boy frozen in shock Alexandra gave a timid nod, then hesitantly raised her hand as though to defend herself.
No. There was nothing wrong.
Absolutely nothing wrong at all.
From any angle, Alexandra was a perfectly ordinary name, a truly cool Greek Name….
But hol...
2025-08-23 15:37:16 +0000 UTC
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“So the rumor online is actually true? Hojou-kun fought a yakuza gang just to get a cherry blossom tree?”
“Why are you using the word fought?”
“Doesn’t it sound way cooler that way?”
“…Well, maybe. But honestly, I think just mentioning Hojou-kun’s name makes anything sound cool.”
“You’ve got a point.”
While the chatter buzzed around her, Shouko pulled more snacks from her desk drawer, cheerfully handing them out to her classma...
2025-08-23 15:08:57 +0000 UTC
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While the rest of the class was already discussing what dishes to bring to Nishimiya Shouko’s house for next year’s cherry blossom viewing, Yui Yuigahama noticed something strange.
The girl in the photo was smiling so brightly, radiantly beautiful, like a black hole that drew everyone’s eyes toward her—so much so that everyone overlooked one tiny detail.
A bun!
Today, Shouko-chan was wearing her hair in a bun. And in the photo—she had it in a bun too!
Yuigaha...
2025-08-23 15:08:18 +0000 UTC
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“Eh?”
Watching Hikigaya Hachiman’s strange behavior, the ever-pure Totsuka Saika let out another puzzled sound.
His already delicate, beautiful face only made the gesture look impossibly cute.
Luckily, Hikigaya had his head lowered, or else he’d have immediately let out a groundhog scream.
“Please!” Hikigaya shouted again, his tone so desperate it was like a samurai about to commit seppuku.
Totsuka didn’t really understand what was going on, but as ...
2025-08-23 15:07:14 +0000 UTC
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“Quality issues? Radio appearance?” Aoki raised an eyebrow, a little puzzled.
Across the dining table, Niijima Yusuke looked hesitant.
But after a few seconds of deliberation, he spoke up without further delay.
“Yes. It’s about the quality of Fireworks,” he said, meeting Aoki’s gaze. “As the associate producer and not the chief director, I didn’t have full control over the final cut. And now that it’s complete… I have to admit, I didn’t verify ...
2025-08-22 15:32:05 +0000 UTC
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Taking photos, doing promotions, setting up a Twitter account—those things always felt a bit tedious to Aoki Kei.
He had originally planned to carve out some time soon to get them all sorted.
But the girls of Kessoku Band had asked to hold off on the Twitter stuff until things calmed down with the whole "打上花火 (Fireworks)" project.
Kei didn’t really mind.
He agreed without hesitation.
Still, his to-do list was starting to pile up:
Just a...
2025-08-22 15:31:18 +0000 UTC
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Determined to share the awkwardness together rather than alone, Aoki finally gave in and replied.
And just like that, Ryo—who had been so confident in her mischievous little plan but lacked the follow-through fell back into silence the moment Aoki responded.
A soft flush crept up her cheeks.

She gave a light, embarrassed cough, pulled out her phone from her pocket, glanced at the ...
2025-08-22 15:30:41 +0000 UTC
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In Siberian Snowfields, Babylon Tower.
“What a shame… I’m twenty days too late.”
Shimmering ice-blue particles drifted around Nagami and C.C., outlining the intricate patterns etched into his coat and her dress.
High above the frozen earth, ten thousand meters in the air, the furious winds whipped at their clothes.
C.C.’s immaculate green hair streamed wildly, her Herrscher garb rippling like water.
Her golden eyes stared into the far h...
2025-08-22 15:22:17 +0000 UTC
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February 16th, 2000, 14:00 – Kiel, Germany.
After rampaging through Finland for a time, the Honkai-born tornado swept across the Baltic Sea and made landfall in Germany.
On the shoreline stood a tall, broad-shouldered figure with dark skin—an imposing silhouette with the sharp features of an African face, her stern expression radiating natural authority.
It was a face most people would instinctively fear.
And yet, despite appearances, this person w...
2025-08-22 15:08:18 +0000 UTC
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“I’m such an idiot!”
At exactly noon, a miserable scream shook the Yamazakura gang’s headquarters.
Doma, jolted awake from a nightmare, shouted with tears in his eyes.
Why, oh why, did he have to come up with that stupid story instead of just trading the Yamazakura tree for a hundred cherry blossom trees?!
The shout also woke up their good neighbor, Hanabana-san, who lived nearby.
But all he did was mumble, “Useless trash,” roll over, and go back to s...
2025-08-22 15:00:18 +0000 UTC
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The buzzing of his phone snapped Hanabana out of his daydream.
Embarrassingly enough, he’d just been fantasizing about proposing to his goddess.
The engagement gift?
None other than the wallet Hojou had emptied of cash and tossed to the ground.
He even imagined preserving the dust clinging to it—perfectly intact.
The picture came with extra details too: his drained wallet lying in dirty water, covered in grime and black muck, while Hojou’s broad back blocke...
2025-08-22 15:00:18 +0000 UTC
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Although Aoki was a little confused about what she was thanking him for, he didn’t overthink it.
He simply assumed Kita was expressing gratitude because he had answered her question sincerely, instead of brushing it off.
So, with a slight hint of puzzlement in his voice, Aoki replied, “Well... you’re welcome?”
Then, with that, he gave a casual goodbye and left the library.
Though it was already autumn, the midday sun still carried the heat of late summer.
2025-08-21 16:31:32 +0000 UTC
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Outside the convenience store.
Holding an energy drink in hand, Aoki’s thoughts were a mess.
Although he’d still been seeing Yamada Ryo during band practice, ever since that misunderstanding, they hadn’t once ended up alone together in the rehearsal studio.
Today was the first time since then.
So, understandably, it was… awkward. Very awkward.
Technically, Aoki could ignore Ryo and just head straight to STARRY.
But deep down, he didn’t wa...
2025-08-21 15:53:01 +0000 UTC
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Just like the comment he saw under his video, PVC Records had indeed posted a tweet publicly supporting him.
The message was short, but their stance was crystal clear—supporting Kessoku Band, and supporting him.
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“SUKI-san is a musician of exceptional skill. His guitar technique is outstanding, and his composing abilities could be considered master-level.
He w...
2025-08-21 15:39:59 +0000 UTC
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‘Damn, this is absolutely insane!’
Nagami had indeed been pulling expressions and gestures to deliberately mislead Cheng Lixue, just for fun.
But he never expected her to actually weave such a perfectly logical backstory out of it.
The logic was airtight—so airtight that, honestly, if he weren’t the protagonist himself, even Nagami might have ended up believing it.
“Grandmaster, please stop! I’ll take you back to see Master!”
Cheng Lixue di...
2025-08-21 15:33:37 +0000 UTC
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The fact that Fu Hua was terrible at raising children was already proven by those seven traitors disciples of hers.
Let’s be honest: even if she had raised seven puppies, not one of them would’ve bitten the hand that fed them—unless they were drugged.
Compared to Cheng Lixue, those seven really had far too much expectation for Fu Hua.
Fu Hua had left nothing behind for Cheng Lixue.
The training she received was the same as what ...
2025-08-21 15:33:07 +0000 UTC
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February 16, 2000 – 12:00 PM, Novosibirsk
“Hm-hmm~ When the sun’s out, I bask in the sun; when the moon’s out, I bask in the moon~”
Hu Tao stretched lazily as she sat cross-legged in midair, her eyes glistening with traces of tears.
In the aftermath of the Second Honkai Eruption, details such as the death toll, the appearance of the Herrscher, and the extent of destruction everything recorded in human memory—could be tam...
2025-08-21 15:32:05 +0000 UTC
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After a heated back-and-forth, Hiratsuka Shizuka finally remembered the real reason she had called in the first place.
“Kisaki and Mihashi are already attacking the Yamazakura base. I don’t know what you wanted them to do, but surely you don’t want to see how this ends, right? If tomorrow morning during roll call they don’t show up, as their teacher I’ll be in serious trouble!”
She deliberately held back—she didn’t criticize Hojou’s actions, nor did she try to gi...
2025-08-21 15:00:18 +0000 UTC
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After checking the photo several times and confirming that Hojou Kyousuke wasn’t in it, Hiratsuka Shizuka inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.
She knew there were people born to “make waves.”
The kind who would show up late to the opening ceremony, then crash in through the guest entrance and send the principal flying like a flipped turtle.
The kind who, during a marathon, would somehow lead the entire group onto the completely wrong route.
Or the kind who, in ...
2025-08-21 15:00:17 +0000 UTC
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By the time he got to the library, Kita Ikuyo was already there.
She must’ve arrived quite a while earlier, as she was quietly working through a set of practice problems, her head bent low.
Aoki walked over, greeted her briefly, and noticed that she was solving math problems.
He didn’t say much—just gestured for her to continue.
Once she finished the set about five minutes later, he began the lesson.
Using the problems she had just worked on, he started exp...
2025-08-20 15:46:36 +0000 UTC
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September 8th, around 3 a.m.
Normally, by this hour, most people in any city would already be fast asleep.
But tonight was anything but normal.
Ever since Aoki released "She Really Lived," the storm of controversy online hadn’t shown the slightest sign of dying down.
Without a doubt, the song’s emotional impact was overwhelming.
The lyrics tugged at the heart.
The imagery—of bullies, indifferent bystanders, and gossipers was ...
2025-08-20 15:46:03 +0000 UTC
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February 14, 2000, 9:10 a.m., Oulu, Finland.
The bustling commercial district was alive with people.
Towering skyscrapers rose like giants, broad avenues stretched endlessly into the distance, and everything about the scene spoke of prosperity and beauty.
But in the very next second, the lively chatter of the crowd was drowned out by a piercing, shrill alarm.
A series of violent explosions followed, shaking the ground like an earthquake.
Confused, countless weeke...
2025-08-20 15:42:47 +0000 UTC
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Siberia, Tower of Babylon.
The conference room glowed with a cold, sterile light.
The atmosphere was tense, filled with a heavy seriousness.
Whether they were from Schicksal or Anti-Entropy, everyone sat with furrowed brows, their gazes fixed on the floating holographic projection.
It displayed rows of photos and analytical reports.
“We’ve confirmed it—the Second Herrscher has fully awakened. And the power she wields is… space!”
Einstein ...
2025-08-20 15:26:45 +0000 UTC
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It was some time earlier, when flashy motorcycles roared down the streets of Tokyo, their riders like lunatics hunting for cherry blossoms that still bloomed at the end of April.
Blazing headlights carved streaks of white across the asphalt, weaving together into totems of modern civilization.
Inside a luxury high-rise apartment—
A spacious bedroom.
On a bed large enough to fit four or five people, the snow-white sheets looked pristine, yet even they couldn’t compa...
2025-08-20 15:00:22 +0000 UTC
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The gentle, ladylike woman who could floor a purse-snatcher with one punch let her thoughts drift.
But the new photo popping up on her phone made Hiratsuka Shizuka’s eyes go wide.
She’d assumed Hanabana Tarou was just another sleep-deprived idiot, but—no—he’d actually sent proof.
She tapped the image and zoomed in: an old-fashioned Japanese estate, its outer wall lined with gaudy motorcycles.
The gate, inside and out, was crowded with people.
Because it...
2025-08-20 15:00:21 +0000 UTC
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