Desolate Echo 01
The night is full of lights.
This is a sound that only Miss Mebuki can produce.
You have to close your eyes to hear everything.
In the darkness, shimmering lights like fireflies danced gracefully. Suddenly, the light grew brighter, and the tone became passionate, warm, and gentle, like sweet fruit dripping juice into one's heart. The air was soft and peaceful, and everyone breathed in unison. Even this breathing became part of the melody.
Tick, tick… Suddenly, with a crisp snap, the fruit fell to the ground, completely hollowing itself out. The peel melted, the core sank into the ground, and soon, new buds emerged, emitting a rustling sound of silence.
The prologue is over.
…
The shortest hundred minutes in life.
Even if I entered the scene, I couldn't see Miss Meibuki's face clearly. Could anyone else see it clearly?
The lights dimmed. The calls for an encore were overwhelming.
Those were some long minutes.
I really want to meet Miss Meibuki.
The spotlight came on, shining on Miss Meibuki. She had changed out of her formal attire for a simple, comfortable dress. I still couldn't see her face. I shifted my gaze slightly, catching a glimpse of her lustrous black hair.
Miss Meibuki is wearing a small fish hairpin.
*
"This performance is all over. Come to the show sincerely. I will give you instructions from the department staff." , おNearly くの出からお时 .
The moment you entered the backstage passage and left the audience's sight, your spirit and body, which had been holding on tight, suddenly relaxed. Seeing that you didn't want the assistant to support you, An Geji had no choice but to come over and support you herself.
"Didn't you say Miss An would be waiting for me here?"
"The one who knows you best is..."
“Yes, Miss An,” you said with a smile.
The assistant bit her lip and said, "You'd better get to the lounge as quickly as possible." She put a warm coat on you.
This person doesn't even know that a sweaty body can easily catch a cold after an intense performance.
"Ms. An is incredibly fast," you said, still smiling. "Thank you for your hard work. I have a lot more to ask of you later. I need you, but can you please let me talk to my friends now?"
【There's really nothing I can do about Miss Meibuki. 】
"You." The assistant pointed at An Geji, and An Geji pointed at herself.
"Yes, you. You must take Miss Meibuki to the lounge as quickly as possible."
"Ms. Mebuki, I'll take care of the logistics."
"Please."
[Mebuki-san has tons of fans just by standing there and smiling, and she's so talented... I'm so envious... Why isn't I her friend... I'm so jealous... I want to talk to her more too... It wasn't easy for me to get this job...]
After the assistant walked away, Ange held you, a worried look on her face, "Are you okay? Isn't the encore just going to be one song?"
"Seeing everyone's smiles, I feel that I can hold on a little longer. And with Senior An's help, I don't feel that tired now." In order to prove that you are in good condition, you even have the mind to make a heart shape with Senior An.
An Geji patted her chest, feeling as if she had been shot. But she was not one to indulge in beauty: "Look in the mirror and tell me this. You are as pale as a ghost just fished out of the water."
"Iori-senpai, how could you say the same thing as Naoko? Don't worry. I won't joke with my body. It's okay to delay here for a while. Iori-senpai will take me to the lounge in much less time than an assistant. Iori-senpai is an excellent sorcerer. It's a waste of his talent for him to help me."
"That's right! But I also know we can't go too fast, or you won't be able to handle it." Iori-senpai scratches your nose. Your body temperature is so cold, you need to go to the rest room quickly.
Gojo Satoru is waiting for you in the lounge.
Waiting is boring.
He searched the entire lounge while waiting, but you still haven't arrived.
Ieiri Nitro was simply unbearable to watch.
"Who is that handsome guy who just entered the lounge?" Staff member No. 2 whispered to Staff member No. 1.
Staff member #1 quietly replied, "A friend of Ms. Mebuki's. Haven't you seen her before?" She had only seen the handsome man before, and the woman was also her first time meeting. As expected of Ms. Mebuki, everyone she knew seemed exceptionally talented... Staff member #1's fantasies were cut short. Because Ms. Mebuki was a minor, her friends were all minors, too. She didn't have a habit of assaulting minors... nor did she have the ability to do so. Her heart only held Ms. Mebuki.
Staff member No. 2 shook his head.
"New here? No wonder." Staff member No. 1 advised earnestly, "I advise you not to strike up a conversation just because he's good-looking."
Staff member No. 2 was perplexed. Everyone loves beauty. Even if dating isn't an option, knowing a super-handsome guy is something worth bragging about.
Staff member No. 1 pressed his index finger against his temples and closed his eyes. "He won't respond even if you try to talk to him. You'll be the only one embarrassed."
It turns out he's a cool, aloof man. Staff member No. 2 realized, "My heart only holds Miss Meibuki."
The cool and aloof male god Gojo Satoru is eating the fruit prepared for you.
"What will Zenin eat after Gojo finishes these?"
"Hatsu-chan doesn't need these things at all when Nitro is here. Otherwise there would be a lot of people sitting in this room. How could it be just the two of us?"
"Suyou didn't come?"
Gojo Satoru didn't care that Geto Summer Oil didn't come. He ate the long banana in one gulp before answering Ieiri Glass: "Isn't it normal that Geto didn't come? It would be strange if he came. Geto never cares about Hasukhan's acting career."
"Here." Ieiri Naoko opened a bottle of soda. The bubbling sound of the soda was drowned out by the sound of Angeji knocking on the door and entering: "Quick! Naoko! First aid!"
"Ian-senpai, I'm not exaggerating—"
"Let me take a look."
"ha."
Glass laughed, making you shudder.
"Wow. How come Zenin is still alive? Shouldn't you be dead?"
"Nose—" An-senpai and Wu-yi held down one of Ieiri's shoulders. "How can I treat Zen-in if you hold me down?"
The body's functions are regulated by the brain. Zenyuan's techniques act on the brain. Zenyuan uses these techniques to influence the brain, causing it to operate at top speed and allowing the rest of the body to reach its limits. Simply put, it's the power of adrenaline. This is just for the sake of clarity.
"I can only relieve physical fatigue, not mental fatigue."
"My spirit is not tired, Nitro. I am excited."
That's true. But now, Chan-in can fall asleep as soon as he touches the pillow.
"Why don't you stay in Tokyo for two more days? The next one won't be for a few days, right? Anyway, it's okay as long as the Zen temple is not full of people?"
"I still need to familiarize myself with the venue. Iori-senpai will go with me."
"Hatsu-chan, have you used up all your stored cursed energy?" Gojo Satoru feeds you jelly.
You swallowed the jelly before answering him cheerfully, "Tokyo is really huge. Luckily Iori-senpai was able to help. Otherwise, I'd be sorry if we couldn't cover the entire city."
"You." Ieiri Naoko poked you between the eyebrows: "Zenin always strives for perfection in everything they do now."
"No. It's a pity that the Aieidan can only exorcise cursed spirits, but it can't change the environment in which cursed spirits are born. It won't be long before a new cursed spirit is born in Tokyo."
"That will give me some free time." Gojo Satoru crossed his arms and said calmly, "How long do you think it will last, Hatsu-chan?"
"About 45 days. After 45 days, the number of cursed spirits will gradually increase. During these 45 days, sporadic cursed spirits will also be born."
“It’s only been 45 days—” An Utahime touched your head, “Hatsu, you’ve been working so hard…”
"It wasn't just my efforts. It also relied on the efforts of everyone. Iori-senpai, Naoko, the fans present, and Satoru."
"Why am I at the end?"
"Because Gojo didn't contribute anything at all." An Utahime said indifferently: "I don't even know why Hazu brought up Gojo's name."
"That's because Gojo Satoru provided emotional support! You know, I was the only one who supported Hatsu-chan in doing this in the beginning! Only me!" Gojo Satoru pointed at himself with his thumb. You held his hand: "The most important thing is for last."
"Hatsuchan!" Gojo Satoru shook your hand back: "Let's make it official! Do you know how many people have asked me for my contact information!?"
"Did Wu give it to you?"
"Of course - no." He asked you to intertwine your fingers with his, "Give me a name~"
"Ah! So sentimental." An Geji complained.
"Don't show affection in front of me and Diva-senpai, Gojo."
"How is this a show of affection? We're just holding hands." Gojo Satoru lifted your hand and kissed it.
"What else do you want to be known as?"
"male--"
"おっと." You stopped him.
"Look at how beautiful Gojo is." An Geji couldn't bear to look at it.
"Hatsu-chan, this matter must be made known to everyone!" Gojo Satoru said with a serious face.
"There is such an arrangement, but not now. It will take a few months."
With this promise, Gojo Satoru felt at ease.
"I'll also go to the big—"
"Not idle, Wu. The cursed spirits in this place need to be dealt with."
"It will be too difficult to meet in the next half month!" Gojo Satoru immediately realized this tragic reality.
"Be good. There's a lot of time to come~"
*
A lovely young man stood before me. I know "cute" isn't the right word to describe a man, but he smiled at me, a smile so pure and innocent. He wasn't much taller than me, and he was well-dressed; he definitely wasn't from a poor family.
He was clearly dressed quite coolly.
My first impression of him was "deep blue".
He spoke in a lively voice: "You dropped something!"
It's my little fish hairpin.
This is a set of small fish hairpins, one large and one small. It's the only birthday present I ever received. I gave the large one to Miss Ruoye and kept the small one as a souvenir.
I've already met the real Miss Meibuki. No, not Miss Meibuki, but Miss Wakaba.
"Your presence is the greatest comfort to Miss Meibuki. She will surely be happy to see that you have helped so many people."
I've already been responded to.
Did you take it out and look at it and then forget about it?
"Thank you! This means a lot to me!"
“I am also very happy to be able to help the good people who have received doctoral certification.”
I couldn't understand the teenager's words. With my education level, I couldn't possibly get to know someone with a PhD.
"Don't understand? It's normal not to understand. After all, I'm the only one in this world who knows who the Doctor is." The boy's voice rose and fell, as if chanting.
"Oh, right!" He clenched one hand into a fist and smashed it against the palm of the other hand. It seemed as if he suddenly realized something. "You can come home when you have time. You can always ask the doctor and me for help. The doctor is a good man."
I don't understand what he says at all.
With the help of Ms. Wakaba, I am living well in Tokyo and my career is slowly taking off. Why should I go back to my hometown that has brought me endless nightmares?
The charlatan in shonen clothes was clearly unqualified. If I weren't a fan of Miss Meibuki, I'd really want to imitate my mother and scold him.
He left.
At dawn, the sky was hazy, and the white clouds looked like swimming fish. Stars twinkled in the sky where the fish leaped.
"If you can't sing, then don't sing. You don't understand art." Tsukishima Rin closed the door of the villa. The house was full of treasures he had collected, and he had to protect them carefully.
The wind picked up, swaying the trees. Unknown creatures moved, leaving traces of their presence. A long-lost smell drifted into his brain on the wind.
Raindrops fell in twos and threes.
Tsukishima Rin opened a transparent umbrella, and the faint blue light was particularly obvious in the dark night.
"Go back to where you belong." He said coldly.
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