Amagi Brilliant Park's
V1 - Chapter 4 Part 3
The next day, things got even more chaotic. A change of venue was already announced on all platforms that existed the previous night, and there was no turning back now.
The backstage area was crowded, not only with negotiating staff, but also with workers carrying materials for preparation the day before. There is also not enough parking space for all the vehicles needed, which causes congestion issues.
Despite all that clutter, the park still has to keep working in its normal order. Even the cast who had already spent most of their time on stage were deployed to the stadium as ‘bala aide’ whenever they had free time.
After distributing balloons to guests arriving at the Entrance Square, Macaron returned backstage, only to be immediately ordered, via radio, to head to the B-wing stadium and assist with Nakamura Construction. He ran in a hurry, and one of the workers called him and asked him to help the stall they were building.
“Why should I do this?” he muttered to himself, while climbing the stairs with heavy equipment. There was a queue for the service elevator, so he was told to use the stairs if he could.
“...You know, I'm happy with his help, boy. But can't you take off your costume?” the elderly worker who brought the device with him asked.
Ah, right too. I forgot to wear the Amulet Lalapatch. If he wore it, he would appear as an ordinary human staff, but unfortunately he left that amulet in the locker room. Well, it doesn't matter now.
“Motto park,” answer is short. “Nobody in costume, ron.”
“Listening to you, talking like you is great,” the worker sneered. “This isn't Digimaland and you're not Mackey, you know?”
“I really hate to hear that name, ron.”
He had just finished transporting heavy machinery by weight to the stall when he saw Tiramii staggering. The little pink mascot carried a large coil of electrical wiring, and looked ready to fall at any moment. “Mii... mii.. very heavy, mii!”
From the other direction came Wanipii, who was pushing the wagon. It was filled with cardboard boxes, which, instead, were full of items for sale. “Move, move! Move or I'll kill you, pii!”
It was natural for Wanipii to help—ia never had much to do on stage, however. But for the main stars like himself and Tiramii to divide their time...is everything going to be okay in this park?
Just then, Moffle walked by. Things were so messed up today that this was the first time Macaron had seen her. “Hei,” said, with greetings.
“Moffu.” Moffle was carrying a clipboard, and was seen running some sort of inspection. Perhaps he was assigned to direct the support personnel that the park provided? “That's all we need from you, Macaron,”. “Back on stage, fumo.”
“I ran all the way here, brought one thing, and now you want me back? Sure enough, ron...” Macaron complained, but Moffle was unaffected.
“Everything's messed up right now, fumo. Hold on until tomorrow.” he said, easily like someone talking about the weather.
“You seem a bit reserved, ron.”
“Really, fumo?”
AmaBuri Stadium replaced Kajinomoto Stadium, which had been made unusable due to the fire. If the people attending the game counted as park visitors, they would get tens of thousands of visitors in one night. A miracle seemed to have fallen into their lap. The whole cast is happy. Even Macaron couldn't stop his heart from pounding in excitement.
However, Moffle did not seem to have the same feelings. He seemed to be just carrying out the work given to him, completely heartless. That doesn't make any sense.
They had known each other for a long time, of course, so Moffle seemed to guess what Macaron was thinking, and shrugged.
“Yeah, we can talk about this another time, fumo. For now, just focus on your work.” he said simply, then leave.
Work continued even after the park closed for the day: the lawn was meticulously maintained; medical supplies were kept in previously empty hospitals; various sponsored advertising posters were hung, here and there; lighting and disaster shelter tests were conducted; routes for pedestrian traffic were reviewed; and work and other negotiations continued throughout the night.
The park's arrival was 3,573, mostly due to Fridays. Almost no one noticed that the numbers were slightly higher than last Friday.
[Today's park visitor: 3,573. (59,137 of target)/2 days left.]
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Today is Saturday, the day of the game.
The tireless efforts of the staff, accompanied by the all-night support of the park, had somehow prepared everything to receive the crowd before noon. Each cast member stayed overnight. Isuzu himself only slept for two hours, and had not taken a bath after twelve hours. He really felt like he wanted to die.
The park opened, and the arrival was good. The weather is good too. Moffle and the others met the guests at the Entrance Square, and smiled fully.
If you just look over the pangung, it will seem like a busier Saturday morning than usual for the park, and nothing more. It was hard to imagine that tens of thousands of people would immediately flood in through that gate.
Right after lunch, then, something strange begins:
A group of people in yellow and blue uniforms got off the bus. This must be Melody Shibasaki fans. They looked around, saw clearly marked signs of guidance, then headed towards the front gate and towards the second garden.
Some seemed to complain about the sudden change of place, but someone could be heard, saying with a smile, “This is better than canceling it.”
“They are here...” said Muse as he ran towards Isuzu, who was waiting near the gate.
“Will come more,” Isuzu told him. “We need them.”
More fans are coming. Their numbers are growing faster, faster and faster. They passed through the gate, and then followed the marked route to the second garden.
Tens became hundreds. Hundreds become thousands. Every bus they can get from the city is here, bringing in droves of fans from special parking lots. A group of people in colorful clothes descended, divided into groups based on their teams, and shouted happily as they passed through the gate. Buses have also been sent to Kajinomoto Stadium to pick up fans who have not heard of the change. Moving everything within the distance of one city has paid off, as there is almost no confusion at all.
“Excellent.” says Muse.
The staff and cast in charge of organizing the crowd shouted, and the item-shooting team (deployed for saturation tactics) screened the fans quickly. The front gate, quiet enough that morning that you could hear the chirping of birds, was now consumed with the sound of an earthquake-like roar.
He's dumbfounded. “I've never seen a crowd like this outside of Ariake..”.
“I will not ask what event you attended there,” Isuzu said to him, “but...this park may not have seen a crowd like this for more than 20 years.”.
The counter at the gate was picking at an incredible speed. Many fans decided to spend some time before the game touring the park, and the unprecedented number of guests left the cast so confused that they didn't know what to do. Various food stalls, selling food and drinks quickly due to the 30 yen campaign, were forced to utilize the reserves for tomorrow.
Every road is filled with people. Attractions run in full swing, with no time for anyone to rest. Health center—for guests who feel unwell—almost reach its capacity. It also led to a comparable increase in complaints, and attempts to respond to them led to great chaos.
Isuzu keeps moving. He had been hoping to get enough free time to shower, but that moment never came up. She felt so sick that she wanted to die, but—she also felt motivated to live!
A brass band playing on the highway. Muse and the others danced to wild cheers. The kids beat up Macaron. Tiramii has fainted. Wanipii in the corner, ditching work. The other actors ran around, having fun.
Things on stage were so busy that most of the park staff had no time to stop by the stadium. Then, all of a sudden, people in soccer clothes disappeared, a sign that the game was about to start.
The sun was already low in the west, and the eastern sky was already dark, when they heard the sound of cheers and the first drum echoing from the second garden. The stadium, which had been sitting still and dark in the forest for twenty years, was now blazing in the twilight. The match must have started without a hitch.
Finally having some free time, Isuzu stands on the now-empty highway, watching the life-filled stadium from afar. He doesn't know how to describe what he feels. It was not a simple relief, nor a joy. It was a more complicated feeling—terasing, perhaps?
Such a child was forced to watch from a distance while other children were playing; it was the closest thing he could think of.
“All those people really enjoy life out there. We are not the reason they came, fumo.” Suddenly, Moffle was next to him. He was so busy with stage performances and souvenir photos at the Sweet House that he hadn't seen him all day.
He also looked at the distant stadium. “If this is a concert, we are the opening show. Right now, that's the best we can offer anyone. Nothing has changed. …Nothing has changed at all, fumo.”
The next thing he knew, the other cast members were also there.
They all stopped what they were doing to stare at the stadium in silence. In their eyes shone the same lonely light as Isuzu.
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The match ended in a draw, 2-2: it was, it seems, a good match. The fans went home satisfied, and the park closed. It was around midnight when they finished cleaning the stadium.
Everyone was exhausted, but most of the cast remained. That was understandable; of course they could not sleep until they knew the arrival figures of the day.
They used the employee canteen as the staging area that day, and the cast dragged themselves there once again, exhausted. Latifah is with them.
Silence enveloped the room as Seiya entered.
“I have the result,” he started, then check again the writing on a piece of paper he tulisi just to make sure. “53,449. In other words, we are just short of 5,688 people. Tomorrow is Sunday, and the chance of rain is as much as zero percent. Considering our arrival this past week. almost certainly we will get what we need.”.
As soon as Seiya concluded, the group remained silent. It was like they had yet to fully grasp the meaning of his words.
“What's with all of you?” he demanded. “That means the park will keep operating.”
There was silence for a few seconds, and then almost everyone jumped to their feet, cheering in excitement. Their cheers sounded like screams.
“We succeeded! We succeeded! We made it!” Muse and Latifah shouted, held hands and cried while jumping up and down.
“Magic, ron! It's really a miracle, ron!” macaron said, a man's tears flowed from his eyes.
“I don't need to say goodbye to the girls, mii!” Tiramii shouted while tapping on his smartphone.
“Kanie-san! I, Tricen, am filled with admiration! I had to bend down crying!” Tricen bowed to him, his shoulders shaking.
Wanipii stared at the ceiling, tears streaming down his cheeks. Wrenchy-kun patted her shoulder and nodded solemnly. The other cast members were overjoyed: clapping, banging on their chairs, dancing on the table.
“It so happens, the stadium arrival today showed 43,217 of them were football fans. Meaning 10,232 people came here for the park,” Seiya commented just like that. “Even if you have to appreciate a very cheap ticket, you guys still broke 10,000. You know..it's a great job for an ugly amusement park.”
New and louder applause and cheers filled the canteen. In their excitement, someone suggested throwing Seiya into the air. Seiya awkwardly rejected them, then called the group again: “Oke, that's enough! You're all disbanded! We still have another day, so go home and rest!”
He waved, but before leaving the canteen properly, he approached Latifah. He stood there with Isuzu's help, with a calm smile on his face. “Kanie-sama. I really... I really should thank you.”
“Ayolah,” sneer. “It was just a coincidence.”
“No,” he refuted, “I'm sure it is—”
“Wonders? Of course, that is what we will tell people,” said Seiya, then immediately regretted it.
Latifah's smile disappeared immediately. His forehead shriveled in silent sadness, as if he had found something. “Yes, let's tell them that.”
“Better I go now,” he begs himself. “Good work today.”
“Ya,” says Soft Latifah. “I really appreciate everything you've done.”
The eyes of Isuzu and Seiya met for a moment. He seemed to want to say something, but chose to hold back for now.
“You heard me? You all need to go home and sleep!” Seiya shouted at the cast. He turned his back on the still-excited canteen, but as soon as he continued into the dark passageway, he crashed into Moffle.
The mascot was leaning against the wall, there was a sad aura around him. “It's over, huh, fumo?”
“Yes. The fate of the park is in your hands again,” notes Seiya. “Do whatever you want with it.”
“Sorry.” says Moffle.
“Hei, no problem..”
The two men who spent the last two days were pensive and lethargic. Two men who are not in the mood to celebrate ‘miracle.’ The two of them were currently standing in an empty, pale-faced hallway.
Anyone who sees us like this will guess the truth immediately, Seiya thought. That this is not a miracle at all.
Seiya thought back to what had happened three days earlier.
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There is no way to reach their target numbers. Seiya immediately came to that conclusion in the morning after he took on the role of managing manager.
There was nothing they could do to change anything. Even if he made it all free, even if he threw away their entire budget for advertising, it would not happen. There is no way to carry the numbers they need in just two weeks.
He can put up a good fight, but that's all that's going to happen; you're going to need magic to make something like that happen in such a short time.
The only reason he has stayed put, fumbling the odds, is because he hasn't invested emotionally in the park, yet. If he had, he would have given up immediately.
His first ray of hope appeared on the day Muse invited him to see the stadium. It was the symbol of a wasteful economic bubble;
a towering monument, which still remains in a time of decline.
He had no idea what the administration of the park was like before, but it seemed strange that they were maintaining and running the stadium all this time.
He returned to his office to look at his documents, and found an old contract with Kajinomoto Stadium. It only contains a few lines of text—easily ignored, under normal circumstances:
“In the event of an unexpected forced closure of Kajinomoto Stadium, we hereby offer the use of the stadium located in the second park of Amagi Brilliant Park (which is planned) for free.” is written there.
What month is it now? Of March.
What is the upcoming Kajinomoto Stadium event? Opening match of J1. Melody Shibasaki, a team that has just made it to the J1 League, will take on the Kaurawa Mets, one of the highest-ranked teams in the previous season. It was a game that would attract a lot of attention.
At least they'll attract 40,000 people. If Seiya wanted the garden to survive, he would have to take advantage of it.
That was why he assigned Wrenchy-kun to start repairing the old stadium, not caring about all the objections. He needs his stadium ready to hold between 40,000 and 50,000 people at any time.
Now, all he needed was ‘forcibly’ closure at Kajinomoto Stadium, but he could not count on a fire to just happen.
Most of Seiya's internal conflicts over the next week asked how far he was willing to go. In the kitchen, when Latifah made her croquettes, she had already put away her last doubt.
On Wednesday night, Seiya returned home, stuffed the tools he had prepared beforehand into his backpack, then headed for Kajinomoto Stadium.
He spent a week memorizing the layout of the stadium, its electrical system, and more. He had already gone through various infiltration routes, then picked the most reliable locations and methods. There will be some locks between him and his destination, but it will be easy enough to break through with the over-the-counter lock pick equipment.
Then, just a little intervening with the electrical system will make it look like a naturally occurring fire. Whether it will fool a professional investigator or not, of course, will ultimately depend on the luck of the draw.
It moves after midnight. He spent more than an hour, shuffling through an unsupervised fence, in a pitch-black stadium—an hour that felt like forever.
After clinging tightly to the fence, he finally reached the door to the electrical room.when, right then and there, he heard Moffle's voice behind him: “It looks like you're facing a lot of trouble, fumo.” Basically, it was just pure luck that prevented Seiya from crying out of shock.
What's Moffle doing here? He wonders. What does he want? How did he get here? As Seiya's mouth watered in wonder, Moffle thrust the animal's hand at him. “I followed you, fumo. Easy thing for a former member of the Maple Land raid reconnaissance squad.”
You really have a history, Seiya thought. And what kind of squad is that?
“Wrenchy-kun told me about your secret work on the stadium in the second park, fumo. Then I remembered that old contract,” Moffle explained. “I have a hunch about what you're planning, but I never thought you were really this stupid.”.
“No one asks you.” Seiya.
Seiya took out the lock pick equipment from his backpack and curled up near the door to the electrical room. He bought some kind of cylinder lock, and had spent the last few days practicing using it. It might take a bit of time, but he should be able to break through…
“Stop this,” Moffle told her. “What you are going to do is a real crime, fumo.”
“I know it.” said Seiya recklessly.
“Not only the stadium will be affected,” Moffle accused him. “Some companies, and many people. They will lose a lot of money because of this. They won't let you go, fumo.”
“I know.” Seiya paused for a moment, then laughed through his nose.
“Nobody would be happy to know that the park was saved this way. We'll be better on the road, fumo!”
“Then what will happen to him?!” Seiya grabbed Moffle's bow tie and pulled her closer, face to face.
Moffle looked surprised by his sudden attack.
“He told me everything,” Seiya growled at him. “She can't continue to live without a garden. If it was just about preventing an ugly amusement park from being destroyed, I wouldn't have gone this far either. I've been torturing myself about this. I'm trying to think of another way. But none of them will work, so here's what has to happen!”
“Moffu..”.
“You told me not to do this,” Seiya continued, “but is that all you should have said? You said you cared about him, too, but what did you do to prevent everything from getting to this point? Heh... working on your art? Do your best to guests? That didn't work. That's not enough!”
He must have hit it in the sick part, because Moffle immediately lost his confidence. He took a shaky step back, and lowered his eyes.
“Dirty metrics are what we need now,” said Seiya flatly, then back to his keystone. “I did this foul thing of my own free will, without asking anyone's permission.”
“Why do you care so much, fumo?” Moffle.
“...I remember.”
Ten years ago, Seiya came to Amagi Brilliant Park. He may be about five or six years old. He visited the amusement park with his parents—then when they were still getting along—and enjoyed various attractions. He does not remember Moffle, but there is one actor who he remembers. Latifa. She was a 14 or 15-year-old girl back then, just like now. Seiya is separated from his parents, and somehow ends up missing backstage. Then, by chance, he ends up lost to a rooftop garden.
He was in the corner, crying. Why are you crying? He asked her. He cannot remember what the reply was. Maybe something about his curse, or about loneliness. Then, he did a new dance he learned to make her smile, and he said to her: I'm with you. I'm gonna save you…
“...I met Latifah first.” said Seiya, still working on the key. “I'm just a kid. She's in that roof garden, looking exactly like her present self, for some reason. And I promise that I will save her.”
“So, fumo..” Moffle breaths. “...I do remember an incident first. A child wanders into the rooftop garden. We increased the security since then, of course..”.
“Then it seems like my memory is not wrong.” said Seiya flat.
Almost, thought. The key is almost open. It feels a satisfying click, and then turns the tool carefully. After a moment of resistance, the cylinder opened.
…okay.OK. Seiya cleaned up his equipment, and then took out the wiring diagram and flashlight he brought with him. The substrate of the distribution board in the back of the room should be old and worn. It shouldn't take much interference to start a fire…
But, just before he entered the room, he felt a loud strike from the hand of the Moffle animal behind his head, and he fell down. “Kanie Seiya. I can't let you do this, fumo.”
“Ngh...” Seiya groans. Fucking fool, he thought. Are you just gonna ignore it, then? He tried to scream, but his voice did not come out. His arms and legs tingled, but he could not move them.
“Let me tell you one thing, fumo,” Moffle said. “Latifah's curse not only makes him weaker. That's something much worse, fumo.”
A curse worse than that? But what—
“That curse repeats its physical development and memory every year, fumo. He's been 14 years old for over ten years now,” Moffle explained. “Every spring, she loses all memories from the previous year, fumo. So no matter what you do, he will soon forget you.”
Ah. Seiya realized. So that's why the Latifah she remembers from her childhood looks just like her present self…
Moffle sighed. “I think even if the park is closed, I can take Latifah with me and make a living as a street busker,” he admitted. “Maybe we won't last long, but... for me, maybe that's destiny, fumo.” Seiya said nothing, and waited for Moffle to finish his thoughts.
“But I changed my mind. Fading gracefully is good, but struggling a little deftly is not the worst thing in the world. Before, you asked me. There's nothing else I can do before it all gets to this point? Youre right. Exactly it. I should've done something, fumo.”
Moffle takes Seiya's equipment and blueprints. “Kanie Seiya. It's wrong to make you pay our debts for us, fumo. So if a dirty ‘trick is what we need now’.. then I should be the one to do it.”.
Moffle headed to the back of the electrical room.
The job is not too difficult. You just need to follow the signs he made on his diagram, turn on the batteries connected in series to cause overload. Then, his dusty vinyl circuitry would start to burn, and the damage would spread quickly. Sparks started flying in the back of the room, and a foul burning smell reached Seiya's nose.
“Good. Let's go from here, fumo.” Moffle lifted the unmoving Seiya over his shoulder, then fled at a shocking speed.
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The cast members, ignoring the order to go home, were still celebrating in the dining hall. None of them noticed Seiya and Moffle—partner in crime—talking in the dark hallway.
“Ide to switch to dirty tricks.. I'm afraid it will ruin my art, fumo.” Moffle.
“Yah... it is understandable.” said Seiya, sympathizing.
“But what has happened then happened, fumo. I just have to keep doing my best,” Moffle said, then shrug. “Well, will today be the end, fumo?”
He was referring to Seiya's time as managing manager. Seiya's absence won't affect the number of arrivals tomorrow at all; his work here is done.
“Good question,” Pensive Seiya. “Maybe I'll spend tomorrow in my room playing my game stack. I've come this far; at least I should be here for the final part.”
“True,” Moffle agrees neutrally. “I'm sure they'll all be happy to see you, fumo.”
Seiya found himself grimacing. “Yeah, good work today.”
“Moffu. Thank you, Seiya.”
They waved at each other, avoided looking at each other, and then parted ways.
[Today's park visitor: 53,449. (5,688 of target)/1 day left.]
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The next day was Sunday, and Seiya slept until the afternoon.
His aunt, Aisu, was up, for once, so they ate pasta and daydreamed, watching golf on TV. Seiya was already thinking of playing some video games, but he could not muster the enthusiasm to do so.
The weather outside is sunny. It's still a bit cold, considering the season, but the sunlight feels warm.
Around the time ‘anime family classic’ afternoon aired, Seiya was preparing to leave. Aisu, chewing the rice crackers, asked her, “Where are you going at this hour?”
“Work.” he told her short.
“Ahh.” her aunt replied, showing no sign of further interest.
He was not sure if he could take the bus again or not, so he decided to ride his bike there; it only took about 30 minutes. He passed through the entrance of the officers and greeted the security guard whose face was now familiar. “How is his arrival?”
“It's good,” the security guard told him. “Looks higher than last week, I said.”
Seiya was relieved to hear it. He had a troubling fear that they had already made some mistakes that would hold them back.
He wandered backstage, waving to the various cast members who greeted him, smiling. It's been a strange two weeks, right? He pondered. We hated each other so much before, but look at us now…
Seiya was never a good fit at school. But at this time, after many trials and tribulations, he felt, for the first time, that he found a place where he could feel at home.
Closing time will be here soon. The arrival of the day was an incredible 12,430, breaking 10,000 for the second day in a row. After all the guests left, the news was broadcast over the park's internal loudspeakers. All the officers applauded and cheered.
The cast member who was even named Seiya did not know, but who happened to be standing nearby, asked him to shake hands. It according, and tell them “good work,” with a cantilevered smile.
The mission was officially completed, he thought afterwards, as he walked alone down the underground passageway. At that moment, the sound of contrived applause rang out behind him. Prok, prok, prok, comes a blank and hollow sound.
“Yeah, yeah. Good work.” Seiya turned to look at Kurisu Takaya from the Amagi Developer standing in the hallway; he must have come to confirm the arrival of the last day for himself. There's a visitor ID hanging around his neck.
“I can't believe you really brought in 100,000 people,” Kurisu commented. “I'm surprised.”
“...Why are you talking to me about that?” Seiya asked him suspiciously. “You should talk to anyone who works hard.”
“Oh, please.” Kurisu smiled. “You can stop your acting. Hard work is on you, right? Kanie Seiya-kun.. Or should I say... executing manager chosen by the prophecy?”.
“.....!” It was impossible for Seiya to hide his shock.
He was not too surprised that Kurisu knew he was the managing manager; if he had an informant inside the park, he would have heard it. But to know about his prophecy…
Seeming to be getting pleasure from Seiya's reaction, Kurisu spoke again. “You have successfully extended the life of the park by one year. But that's all you do. You can't sustain a discount campaign for an entire year. All you did was give adrenaline shots to a dying patient.”
“...What do you mean?” Seiya asked her flatly.
“Taman will meet his destiny in the end, one way or another,” Kurisu booed. “And the cursed princess, who is very close to you, will die miserably.”
He knows about the Latifah curse? Seiya wondered to himself. Wh why? Who's the man in—
“Who are you?” he asked out loud. Seiya argued with himself until the last second about whether he should use his mind-reading magic. But no, this is not the time—wearing it now is the wrong choice, his logical mind insisted.
“Oh?” Kurisu. “ Won't use your magic, hmm? You have impressive self-mastery.”
Seiya could barely stop himself from letting out a groan. What the hell is going on here? He knows about my magic!
The man laughed. “If you know about the curse, then surely you can imagine.. ‘The wicked witch, cornered by the noble general, threw herself into the abyss…’ But no one ever said that the witch was dead.”
“You mean..” Seiya started asking.
Kurisu smiled. It was a wicked and wicked smile. “...To be honest, I hope to give his last attack of the year,” he confessed. “But now, I changed my mind. I'm not going to tell anyone about the stadium incident. For now, I want to sit, watch and observe..How far will this weathered amusement park go with an extra year?”
“This is crazy! He didn't do anything wrong! You're just—” Seiya shouted furiously, trying to grab Kurisu's collar. As he did so, the image of the man in the suit became blurred.
“If it makes you this angry, why not stay here?” The air around them curved, and on the ceiling, lights flickered.
“Pealing back and tear of the eyes,” his voice shrill low. “The unchanging flow of the era in which we live. You can try to oppose them if you want to, but the agent you are protecting is destined to wither and die—and I want to watch that happen.”.
The thing swerving in front of him, right now, was not the administrator of the company. It was something else, grinning and mocking him—and that.
“Kanie-kun, retreat.” a familiar voice reigns over him.
“Sento?” he asked, completely confused.
At some point, Isuzu arrived. He pushed Seiya out of the way and took aim with his rifle. He shot, and there was a blinding shot. When it had faded, Kurisu Takaya disappeared without a trace.
“Ugh...” Seiya looked around, rubbing her pulsating head.
They were alone now, but Isuzu held his musket in a ready position, his senses on high alert. “...He escaped.” regrets.
“Who is that person?” Seiya wondered aloud.
“At least, he doesn't seem to be human.” Isuzu pondered seriously.
He must have also called for help, as Moffle got there soon after, dropping the trash can and going berserk. “So it was him!” the mascot is angry. “Sial! Next time, I'll kill him, fumo!”
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A few hours later, Seiya chatted with Latifah in the roof garden. “I'll stick with it,” he told her.
He tilted his head in a sign of not understanding. “...Can I ask what you mean?”
“Position of implementing manager,” details. “I'll stick with it until next year. And, actually.. I thought I'd hang around until the problem was over.”.
The possibility of her curse being explained to him every year, as he seemed to realize what he meant. “Kanie-sama..”.
“Don't look at me like that,” he told her. “This is because I made a promise.”
“Any... promise?” his voice, his voice is faint.
“Yes. I hope you remember one day.” A lonely smile appeared on Seiya's face
[Today's park visitor: 12,430. (6,742 exceeded target) /Aimplemented.]
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