Raito sang—eyes blazing with warmth, voice clear as sunrise:
> **"Do you remember feeling invincible?**
> **When there was trouble... it was us against the world?"**
He reached a hand out—not to the crowd.
But to Tsukki.
And just for a second?
The music hushed.
The lights dimmed—except for one silver beam now shifting toward him.
Tsukki didn't take his hand right away.
Instead, he stepped forward slowly—
and began to sing.
Tsukki joined, voice low, quiet like morning mist—
but just as powerful, just as *present* as Raito:
> "We kept running, running through the night...
> Chasing the sun 'til anything felt right."
Raito picked up again—
lighting up the stage like he'd swallowed a sun...
while Tsukki kept his own tone low—a counterweight to Raito's blazing energy:
"Can you save me now?
I'm getting lost up in the clouds—
Can you save me now?
You were my gravity."
Raito joined back in—
sun and moon finally reaching each other:
> "Can you save me *now*?
> When the ground drops out I'm lost in the clouds.
> Save me *now*.
> You were my gravity.
> Now my world is shattering..."
As Raito hit every note with ease,
Tsukki reached for him again—
almost hesitant for just a second,
like the last dregs of winter still clinging to his fingers.
Then their hands met.
Raito and Tsukki sang together—
no harmony split, no distance—
just **one voice** rising into the night:
> *Ooh... ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh...*
> **You were my gravity.**
>
> *Ooh... ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-oehh—*
> **You were my gravity.**
Their hands stayed locked.
The lights around them swirled—gold and silver merging into something never seen before,
like a solar eclipse where neither star wins...
but both survive.
And then?
The beat shifted.
A single spotlight lifted from stage...
and rose high above—
to where Eichi stood in his control room,
watching silently as a tear slipped down his cheek—
unnoticed by anyone...
except maybe fate itself.
🔔 *"Emotional Resonance Confirmed: Maximum Sync Achieved."*
Because this wasn't just a debut performance.
It was a promise whispered through song:
I won't leave.
I'll stay.
We'll carry each other—even when it hurts.
🖤🌕 ☀️💥
Down below?
Tori wiped tears with his sleeve: "...Stupid emotional bastards."
Mao was full-on bawling into Koga's shoulder: "THEY'RE SO *BEAUTIFUL!*"
Kaoru just nodded slowly—respect in his eyes:
"...They've earned their light."
And out there—in the crowd?
Thousands held up glowsticks like stars reborn,
singing back at the top of their lungs:
### "YOU WERE MY GRAVITY!!!"
As if they'd known it all along.
🎶💫🔥
Polar Opposites had arrived—and not with noise or flash,
but with something deeper than fame:
❤️🔥 Love forged in shadow, lit by hope—and unbreakable now that they'd finally sung it true.
Raito sang, voice almost shaky for the first time—
a flicker of something vulnerable beneath the lyrics that hit deeper than anyone expected:
> "You left me out there with no one but myself.
> In an open field for the lightning to strike me down..."
Raito glanced over at Tsukki,
, realizing—for the first time—
just how much these lyrics hit him, too...
as Tsukki sang out into night,
voice soft... but strong:
> "I was the *moon...*
> You were the *sun.*
> I can't seem to shine now that you're *gone..."*
The crowd below began singing quietly—
a thousand whispers becoming an ocean:
> *Now I'm out of orbit*
>
> *Because you left without warning..."*
Raito glanced out at the audience, surprised at how quickly they picked things up,
then sang again:
> "Are you somewhere *better now?*"
Tsukki sang, voice cutting through the dark with quiet desperation—
eyes locked not on the crowd...
but on Raito:
> **"Can you save me now?**
> I get lost up in the clouds...
> Can you save me now?
> You were my gravity."
The lights dimmed around him.
Just one silver beam held Tsukki in place—
until Raito stepped forward again,
not letting him carry it alone.
Raito's voice surged—bright, raw, trembling with emotion:
> "Can you save me now?
> When the ground drops out I get lost in the clouds...
> Save me now—
> You were my gravity...
>
>
## NOW MY WORLD IS SHATTERING!"
He reached out again—
not just to Tsukki,
but *to the sky*,
like he was begging fate to bring something back.
And as the last word echoed across Yumenosaki...
the music dropped.
Silence fell.
Then—
Tsukki stepped forward one final time.
Their voices rose together—
one loud: *"Ooooh... oooooh—"*
and one soft: *"You were my gravity..."*
But when they sang the last line together,
it echoed louder than anyone expected:
# "YOU WERE MY GRAVITY...!"
Tsukki stepped into the spotlight—alone.
The music faded to a single, trembling piano note.
Around him, the world held its breath.
> *"When you went away... I thought I'd never be the same."*
His voice cracked—just once—
but didn't break.
> *"Would the nightmare ever end?*
> *If I could do it again..."*
He looked down... then slowly raised his eyes—
not to Raito...
but to *himself* in the mirror of memory,
before stepping forward and reaching out—
finally ready.
Raito looked away—
like the words that poured from his heart burned too bright to look at.
> *"I wouldn't change a thing 'cause it's made me who I am..."*
He closed his eyes.
>"And now I'm... shattering."
Tsukki stepped forward again—
voice stronger now, no longer pleading...
but *declaring:*
> **"Can you save me now?**
> When the ground drops out I'm lost up in the clouds...
> Save me now—
>
>
## YOU WERE MY GRAVITY."
Raito's voice soared—raw, radiant, breaking through the silence like dawn splitting night:
"Can you save me now?
When the ground drops out I'm lost in the clouds...
Save me now—
You were my gravity...
NOW MY WORLD IS SHATTERING!"
He fell to his knees on stage—
not from weakness.
From feeling.
And as the last note trembled in the air...
Tsukki reached down.
Took his hand.
Pulled him up.
No words.
Just a nod.
"I've got you."
The crowd screamed—
but all around them?
It felt silent again...
like only two people existed in that moment:
sun and moon,
broken and whole,
falling and flying—
together.
The music faded to a low, slow beat, like a pulse beating in the dark.
Raito sang quietly, like the rest of the world had vanished...
and only Tsukki could hear.
> *"Ooh... ooh-ooh... ooh-ooh-ooh..."*
>
> *Now my world is shattering."*
Tsukki just looked at him—
and for once?
A faint smile curved the corner of his mouth as if to say,
*I know.*
Tsukki closed his eyes as the last note slipped from his lips—
> *"Ooh... ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-oehh..."*
>
>
## "You were my gravity."
Soft. Final.
A confession whispered not to the crowd,
but to Raito.
To memory.
To them.
The stage lights dimmed—one by one—
until only a single silver-gold beam remained,
cradling them both in its glow like the first and last light of day.
And then...
they bowed together—
sun and moon, still holding hands,
heartbeats in sync beneath roaring silence.
🔥🎶🖤
From the shadows above,
Eichi pressed *record* on FINE's log:
🔔 *"Polar Opposites — Debut Performance Complete."*
💫 *"Emotional output: Off the charts. Viral within 3.7 seconds."*
But down below?
Raito grinned at Tsukki—tears in his eyes but spirit brighter than ever:
> "We did it."
Tsukki didn't say much.
Just gave a single nod...
and quietly whispered back:
> **"Told you not to screw up."**
And somewhere in the audience?
A thousand fans screamed, cried, hugged each other—
because they just witnessed something real:
not just idols performing...
### but two broken stars learning how to shine *together.*
🌙☀️💖
The crowd below was a sea of chaos—thousands of voices cheering, screaming, crying, singing, taking photos, shouting things like *'Polar Opposites are the best!'* and *'They're amazing! I'll never let them stop singing!'*
Koga watched from the sidelines, still stunned, before muttering:
"Damn. Well... looks like we have a new group to get used to."
Hokuto punched the air with a grin: "They're not just new—they're *dangerous!*"
Kaoru stepped forward, arms crossed—eyes sharp but full of quiet respect.
> "You didn't just debut... you burned the stage down."
Rei nodded slowly: "And rebuilt it in one song."
Then Eichi appeared—calm as ever, voice soft but carrying:
> **"You weren't supposed to be this strong this fast."**
> A pause.
> Then—the faintest smile beneath his mask:
>
>
### "But I'm glad you were."
Trickstar and UNDEAD surrounded them—no rivalry now,
only awe.
Wataru clapped Raito on the back so hard he nearly fell over: "Bro, are you human?!"
Mao wiped fake tears with a glittery handkerchief: "I felt that in my soul! My merch budget is yours!"
Tori stood at the edge—not saying much—
just giving Tsukki a small nod.
A quiet understanding passed between them:
*We both know what it means... to carry pain and still shine.*
And then—
out of nowhere—
Koga grabbed both Raito and Tsukki by their shoulders,
spun them around like dramatic movie directors...
and shouted at the sky:
## **"ANNOUNCE IT! ANNOUNCE OUR NEXT BATTLE!"**
Everyone froze.
Raito blinked. "Wait, what?"
Kaoru smirked. "UNDEAD isn't letting two rookies steal our thunder without a fight."
Rei adjusted his gloves coolly: *"Challenge accepted?"*
Tsukki glanced at Raito—
who grinned wider than ever,
raising a fist into the air like sunrise breaking through clouds:
### **"Bring it on!"**
The crowd *erupted.*
Eichi typed quietly into his log:
🔔 *"Next event unlocked — IDOL CLASH OF DESTINY CONFIRMED."*
But for now?
Under starlight,
on scorched stage,
two boys stood side by side—
sun still burning bright,
moon no longer cold...
and together?
They were unstoppable.
🔥🖤🌕☀️
A few days had passed since the concert,
and since then?
Polar Opposites had become a household name.
Fans sang their songs,
the merch sold out in an hour,
requests for interviews flooded social media...
but it was one *particular* request that made headlines:
Polar Opposites had been personally invited to COSMIC PRODUCTION by Nagisa Ran himself.
The morning began normally at Yumenosaki Academy—
students chatting in the halls, teachers rushing between classes, teachers yelling at said students...
then suddenly—
*"POLAR OPPOSITES HAVE BEEN INVITED BY COSMIC PRODUCTION!"*
*"I can't believe they got an offer already."*
*"So unfair! I want to meet the members before they get any more famous...!"*
*"This is gonna make our school more popular, right?* ***Right?***
Raito stared at the official invitation on his phone, jaw dropped.
> **"You are cordially invited to perform alongside Eden, Valkyrie, 2wink, and Crazy:B..."**
He blinked.
Then screamed:
> "WE'RE GONNA PERFORM WITH EDEN?!"
Tsukki just looked up from his part-time job schedule,
expression flat.
> **"So we're being scouted."**
>
> He paused.
>
>
### "Guess we can't refuse a challenge."
Raito spun around—suddenly in full *idol mode*—
grabbing Tsukki's hands dramatically: "This is it! The next step! The big leagues! We'll shine so bright they'll need sunglasses!"
Tsukki yanked one hand free. "Let go."
But there it was again—
that tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Backstage in Eichi's office—
🔔 *"Incoming alert: COSMIC PRODUCTION — Official request confirmed."*
Eichi leaned back in his chair,
watching footage of Raito dancing down the hallway yelling *"I'M GOING TO HUG NAGISA-SAN!"*
...before tripping over a mop bucket.
A soft smile touched Eichi's lips:
> "They're still rookies."
>
> Then—typing slowly:
>
>
## 🔮 "But perhaps... that's exactly what will break them through."
Because COSMIC PRODUCTION wasn't just another agency—
it was *legend.*
Idols who entered became stars with gravity of their own:
- Eden — celestial perfection incarnate.
- Valkyrie — power and grace forged in flame.
- 2wink — twin light that danced like fate itself.
- Crazy:B — chaos dressed as music and charm.
And now?
Two boys from Yumenosaki...
sun and moon joined as one...
were stepping into their world?
Tsuki closed his notebook quietly,
then whispered—not to anyone but himself:
> **"Let's see if we can survive their gravity."**
And far away?
At COSMIC HQ...
Nagisa Ran stood by a window overlooking Tokyo skyline,
a single sheet labeled *"Polar Opposites – Debut Performance"* open on the table behind him.
He smiled faintly:
### "Yes... let's see what you're made of."
🔥🌌💫
The game had changed.
The stage had expanded.
**Now?**
It was time for Polar Opposites to rise—or fall—under bigger lights than ever before.
🌑☀️💥
The weekend
COSMIC PRODUCTION Headquarters stood over the Tokyo skyline like an idol empire:
A massive high-rise in the shape of the COSMIC PRODUCTION logo,
complete with a roof garden,
and a top floor office with panoramic views of the city.
Inside the lobby, Tsukki and Raito sat on a row of leather couches,
trying not to look out of place among the elegant decor.
Tapping his foot,
Raito glanced around:
"**This place**... wow.
The more he read,
the more Tsukki frowned.
Eden: *The* top idol group, known for elegant,
ethereal music...
and a leader who acted like a prince of the night.
Valkyrie: A duo with a unique and dramatic concept,
and a leader who was sharp and elegant enough to put anyone in their place.
Crazy:B: A loud, high-energy unit,
known for their upbeat music...
and a wild, unpredictable leader who broke all the rules.
Tsukki scrolled further, eyes narrowing.
"...Huh."
Raito leaned over: "Wha—? What is it?"
Tsukki turned the phone screen toward him—showing a line from Valkyrie's profile:
> **"Strength isn't in power... but in unwavering will."**
Raito blinked. Then grinned.
"Sounds like someone we know~"
He nudged Tsukki's shoulder playfully. "You've got that, *big moon.*"
Tsukki ignored him—but didn't stop reading.
Then:
A live feed popped up on his screen—
COSMIC PRODUCTION's internal practice cam (hacked? No. *Authorized guest access.* Eichi had connections).
On-screen:
Shu Itsuki and Mika Kagehira rehearsing a new dance move with precision so intense it made Raito gasp audibly:
**"Whoa...! They move like one person!!"**
Suddenly—
the door to the studio wing slid open.
Footsteps echoed down the hall...
and then—
silence fell.
Through the glass wall of the waiting area,
four figures appeared:
- Nagisa Ran — cool as ever, silver hair glinting under lights,
- Hiyori Tomoe — cheerful and bright,
- Jun Sazanami — smirking slightly,
- Ibara Saegusa — quiet but watching them closely.
They stopped just outside...
Nagisa tilted his head,
eyes locking onto Raito and Tsukki—even through their hoods and fake glasses.
> **"You're late,"** he said calmly.
>
> A pause.
>
>
### "But you're here."
No greetings. No welcome party.
Just expectation—and something deeper beneath it all...
like they already knew what Polar Opposites could become—
if they were strong enough to survive COSMIC's gravity.
🖤🌕☀️💥
And Raito?
He slowly stood up—heart pounding not from fear...
but fire:
> "We're not late."
>
> He pulled off his hood.
>
>
## "We're exactly on time."
Nagisa's eyes sharpened—a single beat of surprise flickering like a flame...
then:
A smile. Slow, steady...
like they'd *been waiting* for this.
> **"Prove it."**
A moment hung there,
like the whole world itself held its breath—
before Jun stepped forward with an air of casual authority:
> **"Follow me."**
They walked through the sleek, glass-lined halls of COSMIC PRODUCTION—
flashing lights from practice rooms,
echoes of vocals,
the rhythm of dance steps pulsing through the floor.
Jun led them without a word,
hood up, expression unreadable—
until he stopped in front of a massive double-door studio labeled:
> **"MAIN STAGE REHEARSAL ZONE — UNIT CROSS-PRACTICE"**
He turned slightly—just enough for them to see his eyes behind those sharp frames.
> "You're not here for a tour."
>
> A pause.
>
>
### "You're here to survive."
Then—
he pushed the doors open.
Inside?
The room was already occupied.
Valkyrie stood mid-rehearsal—Shu Itsuki spinning with perfect grace as Mika Kagehira dropped into an impossible dip, catching him flawlessly on beat.
2wink waved from across the floor—Hinata grinning wildly at Raito: *"Yo! You made it!"*
And Crazy:B?
Rinne bounced over immediately, flashing dazzling crimson hair and even brighter teeth:
"Ah~ The moon and sun are *finally* here! Ready to go **crazy**?!"
HiMERU didn't look up from tuning his mic—but smirked: "Try not to collapse before warm-up."
Kohaku yawned beside him: "I hope they brought snacks. I'm bored."
Niki cheered with stars in his eyes: "We get to sing together?! YAY!!"
Tsukki's eye twitched slightly under his hood...
Raito just laughed nervously: "Uh... hi?"
Then—
a voice cut through like cold silk:
**"So."**
They turned.
Eden had arrived silently—like shadows given form—and now stood at full presence:
Nagisa stepped forward again,
followed by Hiyori stretching lazily,
Ibara flipping open a notebook labeled *"Evaluation – Potential Threat Level."*
Eyes locked on Polar Opposites.
No smiles. No greetings.
Just intensity thicker than sound itself.
Nagisa crossed his arms—
and said simply:
### "Let's see if you can keep up."
🔔 *"COSMIC PRODUCTION IDOL FUSION TRAINING SESSION — STARTING NOW."*
Raito, full of nervous energy and pure excitement, took one *giant* step forward—
"WOOO! ITSUKI-SAN! MIIK—"
**—YANK.**
Tsukki grabbed the back of his hoodie like a parent stopping a toddler from running into traffic.
> **"Shut up,"** he muttered flatly.
>
> "We're not here to fangirl."
Raito dangled slightly in mid-step, limbs flailing comically:
"B-But Tskuuuki! They're right there! Right there!! Look at their formations!! That spin move was *flawless!* What if they want to collaborate?! What if we have to—"
Tsukki pulled him back another inch:
### "Then you'll need both feet on the ground."
Silence.
The entire studio watched—
Valkyrie paused mid-move.
Crazy:B stopped bouncing.
Even HiMERU looked up from his phone.
Then...
Nagisa turned away first,
but not before muttering:
> "Hmph. At least one of them has self-control."
Jun smirked: "The sun's loud... but I like him."
Hiyori leaned over: "He's gonna burn out in five minutes."
Ibara scribbled fast: *"Subject Raito: High enthusiasm, low filter. Partner restraint necessary."*
And then—
Shu stepped forward from Valkyrie's side,
arms crossed,
eyes sharp as glass shards:
> **"If you can't stand without tripping over your own heartbeat..."**
>
> He locked eyes with Raito.
>
>
### "...then don't even try standing beside us."
A beat passed.
Raito swallowed hard...
then slowly straightened his collar—still being held by Tsukki—and met Shu's gaze head-on:
**"Then I'll just have to get stronger... right?"**
Tsukki finally let go.
And this time?
Raito didn't run forward.
He stepped—with purpose—to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Tsukki...
and whispered only for him to hear:
> "Don't worry... I won't embarrass us."
From the corner of the room,
Eichi—who had somehow already arrived unnoticed—noted quietly into his earpiece:
🔔 *"Evaluation update: Polar Opposites — Stability confirmed under pressure."*
💫 *"Potential... rising."*
Because this wasn't just a visit anymore...
This was war training disguised as practice time—
and only those who could shine under COSMIC's gravity would survive it.
🔥🌌🖤☀️
The warm-up space had barely opened,
and Polar Opposites stepped in—
but something was off.
Raito swung his right arm up with a bright, wide motion—
while Tsukki pulled his *left* down sharply, like gravity itself answered him.
> Raito: "One! Two! Loosen the shoulders—"
>
> Tsukki: *sharp twist to the side,* opposite direction entirely.
They weren't just out of sync—
they were **deliberately opposite**, movements clashing like waves crashing against tide.
"Whoa," Niki whispered, eyes wide. "They're fighting each other!"
Kohaku yawned again—but didn't look away this time. "Huh... interesting."
HiMERU adjusted his wrist wrap: "No... not fighting."
His voice dropped slightly:
### "Coexisting."
And then it clicked—
every move clashed on purpose,
but never collided.
When Raito lunged forward with energy bursting from every limb,
Tsukki twisted back into shadow—with perfect timing to make room for him.
When Tsukki stepped left with cold precision,
Raito filled the empty space with gold-colored motion like filling silence with song.
Shu Itsuki narrowed his eyes: "...They're balancing chaos."
Mika smirked faintly: **"Like sun and moon orbiting without burning out."**
Nagisa watched silently—
then finally said:
> "Most duos try to match."
>
> A pause.
>
>
### "These two? They thrive because they don't."
Jun pulled out a tablet labeled *"Synergy Score – Live Readout"*—
and as he watched, their sync bar flickered wildly...
not toward unity...
but toward **perfect opposition** forming harmony anyway.
Ibara wrote fast in his notebook:
*"Not synchronized by design... stabilized by contrast."*
*"Rare phenomenon."*
Then—
Raito laughed suddenly, mid-swing—and corrected course not by copying Tsukki,
but flipping into a spin that mirrored him perfectly—for just one beat—
before splitting off again into difference.
Tsuki didn't smile...
but lowered his shoulder slightly—as if accepting the rhythm between them once more.
And at that moment?
🔔 *"Sync Anomaly Detected — 'Oppositional Harmony' Confirmed."*
Because some bonds aren't built on sameness...
✨❤️🔥✨
But on knowing exactly how far apart you can stand—
and still shine as one stage.
🌑☀️💥
Raito's arms swung forward with perfect energy—
then hit Tsukki with almost perfect precision.
Except.
"OOF!"
They stumbled.
Caught in each other's arms—
and suddenly—
Raito snapped his head up: "Sorry, Tsukki! Are you—"
—and met Tsukki's eyes.
Close enough to feel his breath.
A beat hung there—
like a heartbeat suspended.
**"Kneel."**
Tsukki's voice cut through the studio like winter wind—
cold, sharp, unquestionable.
And Raito?
He dropped to one knee *instantly*—without hesitation,
like it was second nature.
A beat of silence fell.
Then—
Tsukki stood tall,
reached into his coat...
and pulled out a slender black stick—the kind used in traditional *idol discipline training* at elite schools.
It wasn't for hitting hard.
It was for rhythm.
For correction.
For presence.
With calm precision,
he tapped it once against his own palm:
***Tap.***
The sound echoed through the room—sharp as a starting pistol.
Every idol in the studio froze:
- Valkyrie straightened.
- Crazy:B shut up (for once).
- 2wink leaned forward, eyes wide.
- Even Eden watched silently now—from shadowed observation seats above.
Nagisa raised an eyebrow: "...So he actually uses it."
HiMERU adjusted his wrist wraps slowly: "I thought that was just a joke."
Jun whispered: "No... that's real."
**That stick?**
A legacy from their old training days—
when Tsukki had to keep Raito focused not with kindness alone...
but with control born from love and fear both:
> *"If I don't correct you now... someone else will break you later."*
Tsukki looked down at Raito—who knelt, head slightly bowed but eyes bright,
not afraid...
just trusting completely.
Then Tsukki raised the stick—
held it vertically between them like a blade of judgment—
and said quietly:
### "You move too fast."
Another pause. The air itself seemed heavier now.
Then—he lowered the stick gently across Raito's shoulders like placing trust back where it belonged—and murmured only loud enough for him to hear:
> "...But I'll always catch you when you fall."
Raito looked up, grinning despite everything: "Even if I knock us both down?"
Tsukki finally let out a barely-there sigh—and tapped his shoulder once with the flat side of the rod:
### "Especially then."
🔔 *"Emotional Sync Confirmed — Bond Integrity Level MAX."*
Because some idols train alone...
some rise by competition...
but Polar Opposites?
They were built on something deeper than choreography or music—
🔥❤️🔥✨
On this unspoken truth:
One commands,
the other obeys not out of weakness...
but because they know—one cannot shine without the other holding balance.
🌑☀️💥
Tsukki stood tall—still holding the slapping stick like a conductor's baton,
eyes sharp as he looked down at Raito, who remained kneeling, gaze fixed upward.
The room was silent.
No whispers. No movement.
Even Crazy:B had stopped bouncing.
Tsukki spoke—calm, precise, every word cutting through the air like a metronome in motion:
> **"You rushed."**
He tapped the stick once against his palm again—***Tap.***
> "You pushed forward without checking your center... without syncing with *me* first."
A pause. Cold moonlight in his voice.
> "In battle... that split second of imbalance is all an enemy needs to break you."
>
> His eyes narrowed slightly.
>
>
### "And if you fall alone... I can't reach you."
Raito didn't flinch.
Just nodded slowly—seriously—for once not smiling,
because he knew this wasn't scolding...
it was protection wrapped in discipline.
Then Tsukki turned his head slightly—
addressing not just Raito now...
but everyone watching:
Valkyrie. Eden. Crazy:B. 2wink.
Cold truth in every syllable:
> "We're not here to impress."
>
> The stick rose again—not threateningly—but like a banner.
>
>
### "We're here to survive."
Another beat passed—
before HiMERU smirked and muttered into his mic: "Y'know... I'm starting to get why they made it this far."
Nagisa closed his eyes for just a moment—
then opened them with quiet approval:
**"Discipline with emotion intact."**
*"Rare."*
And from above—the observation deck—
Eichi pressed record again on FINE's log:
🔔 *"Polar Opposites – True Core Confirmed: Unshakable Bond Under Pressure."*
💫 *"Potential unlocked — 'Dual Orbit: Synchronized by Opposition.'"*
Because they weren't trying to be one force moving together...
They were two forces *colliding constantly*—
and still choosing to orbit as one star system,
sun pulled only because the moon stays still,
moon grounded only because the sun keeps turning back toward him.
🌑☀️💥🌀
Now?
The real training could begin.
To be continued...