The morning sun spilled over Min Academy once again, and whispers of the previous day's impossible sky had already spread throughout the campus. Students gathered in the central plaza, eyes scanning the clouds and sun for signs of Kaito's next performance. The memory of the sleeping cat insignia suspended among rainbows and auroras lingered vividly in everyone's minds.
Kaito sat calmly in the Nothing Club's corner, Liora resting beside him, her gaze never leaving him. "Are you really going to keep doing nothing at all?" she asked lightly, a teasing lilt in her voice.
"Nothing at all?" Kaito repeated, his crimson eyes glinting faintly. "I'm doing something subtle… just enough to guide things."
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Day Two began with a sudden, soft mist blanketing the plaza. Kaito lightly brushed the edge of his Karma Thread, and droplets formed a gentle spiral, catching the sunlight in delicate prisms. In the center, the sleeping cat insignia appeared, glowing faintly as if it were stitched from the sun itself. Students gasped. "It's… their club!" whispered one first-year, pointing.
Day Three brought a rare alignment of the sun and clouds. Kaito subtly manipulated probabilities, and the wind shifted in sweeping arcs. Sakura petals swirled gracefully, forming a living mosaic with the insignia floating serenely in the middle. Younger students tried to mimic the display, but it was fleeting, chaotic, and nowhere near the elegance of Kaito's orchestration.
Day Four saw the first of Kaito's celestial experiments. A solar halo appeared above the plaza, perfectly circular, shimmering with iridescent colors. At its center floated the sleeping cat insignia, and faint, glimmering threads extended outward, twisting with the halo in ways that seemed impossible. Even Daren and Rin paused their demonstrations to watch in stunned silence.
Day Five brought a soft rain, timed precisely to break mid-stream into a double rainbow. Kaito added subtle variations in air density, causing shimmering reflections that painted the plaza in dancing colors. Students murmured, "It's like watching probability itself become art… and it's theirs."
Day Six was the most ambitious. Kaito orchestrated a sudden eclipse, the sunlight dimming to a warm amber glow. The corona shimmered with multiple spectral layers, and the sleeping cat insignia rotated slowly within, like a clockwork design of luck and timing. Subtle auroras flickered at the edges, their colors unnameable, almost otherworldly. The plaza fell silent, every eye fixed on the impossible spectacle.
Throughout the week, Kaito's calm, precise control over the elements and probability made the Nothing Club unmistakably present. His clubmates—Ren, Mika, and Rion—watched from their corner, relaxed and cheering quietly, enjoying the show without touching a thread. Their indifference contrasted sharply with the frantic energy of competing clubs, adding to the aura of effortless mastery.
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Finally, the last day arrived. Students crowded around the plaza for the culmination of the week-long competition. Votes would now determine the distribution of thread points, with silver and gold votes from faculty adding weight. The top clubs displayed everything they had, pouring energy, creativity, and skill into their demonstrations. Yet, all were acutely aware that Kaito had set a standard beyond replication.
Kaito rose slowly, fingers tracing invisible threads in the air. Clouds responded obediently, drifting in patterns impossible for ordinary Weavers. Sunlight refracted through layers of mist, petals, and dew, converging in the center with the sleeping cat insignia, glowing with quiet authority. Wind and rain worked in harmony, subtly bending, scattering, and recombining to create ever-shifting mosaics of color.
Students gasped and pointed. "That's… it's them again! The Nothing Club!"
Daren muttered under his breath, "There's no way they're just… existing. This is beyond anything we've done."
Rin's jaw dropped. "The insignia… it's theirs. Every time."
Even Headmaster Ryuzen stopped mid-step, eyes wide, unable to tear his gaze away from the celestial display. Silver and gold votes were recorded immediately, the faculty recognizing mastery in its purest, subtle form.
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When the final votes were tallied, the Nothing Club had claimed the highest score. Each member—Ren, Mika, and Rion—received 2,000 thread points, not for effort, but for the unmistakable elegance and presence of their club in every performance. Even the headmaster and professors had cast votes, securing silver and gold endorsements. Other clubs, envious and frustrated, whispered amongst themselves:
"How… how did the Nothing Club achieve this?"
"Without doing a thing?"
"The insignia… the luck… it's unreal."
Kaito, however, remained composed. His combined points with Liora now sufficed to acquire the coveted Night Thread. Its dark, elegant aura shimmered as he received it, a reward not just for a single act, but for a week of probability mastery that only centuries of experience could enable.
He held the thread carefully, crimson eyes reflecting the fading auroras from his final display. Liora leaned close, smiling, her hand brushing his. "So… you really did it."
"Of course," he said quietly, smirking faintly. "It's not about effort. It's about understanding… balance, timing, and the mark you leave."
The plaza buzzed with chatter, the impossible week leaving a mark on every student's mind. Stories of the miraculous weather, the floating insignia, and the effortless mastery of the Nothing Club spread like wildfire. And amidst it all, the club walked quietly, triumphant, leaving their insignia—a sleeping cat floating subtly in the sky—as a symbol of their unique legacy.
Kaito's Karma Thread had guided probability perfectly, his ancient experience shaping events as if luck itself bowed to him. The Night Thread was his, the Nothing Club's influence cemented, and Min Academy would remember this week for generations to come.