Touko looked at Olga. "So, why are you in this Plain".
Olga laughed. "My father sent me to live with a friend of his".
Ritsuka looked at her. "Why?".
Someone with Olga Spoke, it was a woman's voice. "Her father is working on something".
Olga looked at her caretaker
A woman in her mid-twenties, Trisha is often seen wearing a bluish-purple dress. Her blonde hair is seen tied into a bun with intricate twists while wearing half-rimmed tortoise shell glasses
[Insert image of Trisha Fellows]
Ritsuka nodded from his seat. "Ok, who's that friend?".
Olga looked at him. "I don't know him personally, but his name is Romani"
Touko looked at her. "An interesting name".
Meanwhile, Ritsuka screamed in his head
Touko rested her chin on her hand, studying Olga a little more carefully. "So… you're being sent off without even meeting the man first?"
Olga puffed her cheeks slightly. "Father says it's 'character building.' Whatever that means." She crossed her arms, then added more quietly, "He does that when he doesn't want to explain things."
Trisha smiled apologetically from behind her. "Director Animusphere believes this arrangement is… temporary. His work requires absolute focus right now."
Ritsuka tilted his head. "Sounds lonely."
Olga blinked, clearly not expecting that. "…It's not like I'll die or anything. I'm not a child."
Touko raised an eyebrow. "You say that, but you very much are one."
Olga bristled. "I am the heir of the Animusphere family!"
Ritsuka nodded seriously. "Okay. But heirs still get lonely."
That… made her pause.
Trisha chuckled softly. "She hasn't had many chances to make friends her own age."
Olga looked away. "I don't need friends."
Touko smirked. "That's what all future workaholics say."
Ritsuka, meanwhile, felt his brain running at dangerous speeds.
'Romani. Trisha. Olga being sent away early.'
'So this is it.'
'This is how the dominoes line up.'
He exhaled slowly, forcing his expression to stay neutral.
'At least now I know how they meet… and why.'
Olga suddenly looked back at him. "You're weirdly calm about all this."
Ritsuka blinked. "Huh?"
"You didn't even react to the name," she said suspiciously. "Most people do."
Touko cut in smoothly. "He's like that. Thinks too much, reacts later."
'Thank you, Touko.'
Olga studied him for another second, then huffed. "Fine. What's your name, anyway?"
"Ritsuka," he answered. "Ritsuka Fujimaru."
There was no lightning.
No bells of fate.
No sudden revelation.
But somewhere—far beyond the plane, beyond time—
The Void shifted.
And the future quietly took note.
Olga nodded once. "Hmph. Try not to bore me, Fujimaru."
Ritsuka smiled faintly.
'Yeah… you're really bad at first impressions.'
Back in the Void, the atmosphere felt… off.
Yang Guifei took a long drink from a cup that absolutely did not exist a second ago. "Welp. There it is," she said casually. "Butterfly effect: officially in motion."
Abigail floated nearby, legs swinging slowly as she stared at the scene playing out below like a movie. "Um… question," she said, tilting her head. "Why are the six-year-olds talking like middle-aged professors?"
Void Shiki answered without opening her eyes. "Mage families."
Abigail blinked. "That's it?"
"Yes."
Yang snorted. "To be fair, this is mild. I've seen twelve-year-olds from old lineages negotiating thaumaturgical contracts and inheritance clauses like divorced lawyers."
Oei nodded thoughtfully. "Their emotional development is delayed, but their conceptual vocabulary is accelerated. Especially when exposure to mystery starts early."
Abigail frowned. "That sounds… sad."
Void Shiki finally opened her eyes, gaze distant. "It is. Which is why Ritsuka still throwing pillows with his sister matters."
Yang grinned. "Kid brain, adult memories, god-tier potential. Honestly? That combo is the only reason he didn't shatter already."
Oei glanced back at the vision of the plane. "Still, meeting Olga this early…"
Yang waved her hand. "Yeah, yeah. Timeline's wobbling. But it's not breaking."
Void Shiki's lips curved slightly. "Not yet."
Abigail hugged her knees. "So… what happens now?"
Yang set her cup down. "Now we watch."
She smiled—soft, dangerous, and amused.
"Because from this point on, none of them are walking the same path they did before."
Back with the group, the plane ride… honestly wasn't that bad anymore.
Olga sat quietly between curiosity and excitement, sneaking glances at Ritsuka every now and then. In her mind, she'd just made her first real friend—and for a kid like her, that meant everything. She didn't say it out loud, but the way her shoulders relaxed said enough.
Gudako, meanwhile, remained an unstoppable force of chaos.
At some point she had figured out how to tilt her seat just enough to annoy Masaru, somehow convinced a flight attendant to give her two desserts, and was now whispering wild theories about clouds being elemental spirits. Tomiko handled it with the calm of someone who had long accepted that this was her daughter's natural state.
Ritsuka stayed quiet.
On the surface, he looked like any other kid—legs tucked up, eyes on the screen, popcorn in hand. Inside his head, though, gears were already turning.
Olga Marie Animusphere dies in the future.
Not today. Not tomorrow. But he remembered how it ended.
Lev.
The name alone made something cold twist in his chest.
He didn't react. Didn't frown. Didn't clench his fists. Instead, he stored the thought away carefully, like a blade hidden in a sleeve.
'I'll deal with it when the time comes.
And I'll make sure he never gets the chance.'
For now, he just leaned back and watched the movie with Touko.
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe played on the screen. It was 2005, after all. Strangely enough, he'd never seen it before the regression. Back then, there had always been something else—missions, emergencies, the end of the world.
Touko glanced at him mid-movie. "You're actually watching."
Ritsuka nodded. "It's good."
She smirked. "Didn't peg you as a fantasy kid."
He didn't answer right away.
On screen, Aslan spoke about sacrifice, fate, and choosing to stand even when it hurt.
"…Guess I just didn't have time before," Ritsuka said quietly.
Touko studied him for a second longer than necessary, then looked back at the screen. She didn't press.
Somewhere across the aisle, Olga smiled softly, hugging her blanket as if the world—just for this flight—felt a little less lonely.
And above it all, unseen by any of them, the timeline continued to shift.
Not breaking.
But bending.
The moment the plane finally came to a stop, the difference between the groups was… very obvious.
Touko and Ritsuka stepped off looking annoyingly refreshed, like they'd just finished a productive afternoon instead of an eight-hour flight.
Masaru and Tomiko, on the other hand, looked like survivors of a natural disaster.
Gudako was completely knocked out, sprawled across an armchair at the gate, drooling slightly and clutching a half-crushed snack bag like a fallen warrior.
Ritsuka stretched, then glanced at Olga. "So… we're going the same way?"
Olga nodded, adjusting her coat. "Yeah. That's the village he's staying in."
Ritsuka blinked, then smiled a little. "That's the same village my family's at. Guess we'll be seeing each other there."
That was when Tomiko leaned in, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Aww~ did my son make a new friend? What's your name, sweetie?"
Olga straightened instinctively. "Olga Marie Animusphere."
Tomiko froze.
Just… completely froze.
"…You're Marisbury's daughter."
Trisha paused mid-step. "You know the Director?"
Tomiko let out a long, exhausted sigh—the kind that carried years of unresolved emotional baggage. "He's my ex."
Dead silence.
Trisha blinked once. "…Oh."
Olga's head tilted sharply. "What's an ex?"
Trisha immediately crouched to Olga's level, smiling far too calmly for someone who had just walked into this mess. "That's something I'll explain when you're older."
Ritsuka stared straight ahead, soul leaving his body for a brief second.
'Of course.
Of all timelines.
Of all villages.
Of all possible butterfly effects.'
Touko rubbed her temple. "This trip just got interesting."
Masaru, half-asleep, muttered, "Why does your family tree feel like a landmine?"
Gudako snored loudly in response.
Somewhere, far beyond the airport, fate quietly rewrote a few more lines—smiling to itself as it did.
To be continued
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