As we walked, I glanced through the papers the man had given me. My eyes narrowed as I scanned the information.
"Tina Alexeyev…" I murmured. "Half-British, half-American. Raised in Russia."
Yuyuko raised an eyebrow. "Quite the mix."
"Indeed," I replied, continuing to read. "Her birth name was Tina Sprout, but she changed it to Alexeyev. Nationality records show dual citizenship, but her education and combat background trace back to the Spetsnaz training academies. Apparently, she was labeled a sharpshooting prodigy by the time she was twelve."
Aichi leaned closer, curiosity glinting in his eyes. "Spetsnaz? That's elite-level training. For someone her age… that's nearly impossible."
"I know." I flipped to the next page, scanning her medical record and incident reports. "She's listed as a freelance operative—a term governments often use to hide their unofficial assets. According to these files, she's been deployed in multiple conflict zones as a sniper. Her accuracy rate? Ninety-nine point seven percent."
Yuyuko let out a low hum, the faintest hint of unease flickering behind her calm demeanor. "That's terrifying precision for a girl barely out of childhood. But… why target you?"
"That's the part that doesn't make sense," I muttered. "She doesn't have any known ties to the organizations that have targeted us before. No family affiliations to the Celestial or Youkai realms either. Either someone hired her… or she's working under false orders."
The three of us walked in silence for a while, the faint sound of our footsteps echoing down the long corridor.
Aichi finally spoke. "You think she was manipulated?"
"It's possible," I said, folding the papers. "The energy I sensed from her shot—it wasn't normal. It carried traces of external magic, like someone enhanced her weapon or sight without her knowledge."
Yuyuko's eyes darkened slightly. "If that's the case, then whoever orchestrated this is far more dangerous than we anticipated."
I nodded, tucking the papers under my arm. "Let's see what she has to say."
As we turned the final corner, the doors to the infirmary came into view. A faint light glowed from within, and the air around it felt heavy with uncertainty.
Whatever awaited us inside—answers or new problems—it was clear that the peace we'd briefly had at the Nagae Estate was about to end once more.
Nagae Infirmary
When we reached the infirmary, the air felt heavier than usual. Eirin-san was standing near the bed, clipboard in hand, while grandfather sat calmly beside her, though his eyes carried a sharp glint that betrayed his thoughts. Satori-san stood at the foot of the bed, expression unreadable. On the mattress sat the girl—Tina Alexeyev—awake, wary, and small against the crisp white sheets.
Grandfather's voice broke the silence. "Glad you three arrived on time." He leaned forward, his tone firm yet measured. "Now, young lady... I want you to answer our questions honestly. And don't even think of lying. Satori here can read your mind if you try."
The girl nodded, her expression resigned. Her eyes darted briefly toward Satori before settling back on grandfather. The stillness in the room made even the faint ticking of the wall clock feel loud.
"Who are you?" Kyoya asked first. "Are you with the Black Fang?"
"My name is Tina Alexeyev," she said quietly, her voice steady but hollow. "No, I'm not from the Black Fang. I belong to an independent assassin organization that boasts a ninety-percent mission success rate."
Yuyuko tilted her head, folding her fan. "How did you become an assassin at such a young age, dear?"
Tina looked down. The question struck something in her—her hands tightened around the bedsheet. "The leader of the organization found me," she murmured. "He saw potential in me because I could see over long distances. He took me under his wing and trained me to be one of their most lethal snipers."
All eyes turned to Satori. She merely shook her head, her lilac eyes calm. "She's telling the truth."
I crossed my arms, watching the girl. Her tone was detached, but there was grief hidden beneath the discipline. "Then explain the magic I sensed earlier," I said. "When you got knocked out, there was something in the air—refined, sharp. It wasn't ordinary energy."
"That was my enhancement magic," Tina replied. "My magic works differently from yours. I use it to improve everything—my weapon, my precision, even my body. It extends my rifle's range and trajectory, reduces recoil, and lets me move faster. Everything is about enhancement."
Eirin adjusted her glasses, noting something on her clipboard. "Do other members of your organization use magic as well?"
Tina shook her head. "No. As far as I know... I'm the only one."
Kyoya nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair. "Then we lucked out. That means you're their ace." He paused, voice firm again. "Now onto the next question—what was your mission?"
Tina hesitated. Her hands trembled slightly, but her voice remained clear when she spoke. "To eliminate Nagae Riku and Asahina Mafuyu."
The words landed like a blade. Even Eirin's pen froze mid-note.
Grandfather's eyes narrowed. "But why? Shinomiya Oko is dead. That should have ended any reason to target Mafuyu or my grandson."
Tina shook her head. "It wasn't Shinomiya Oko who gave the order."
For a moment, no one spoke. The room went cold.
"Then who?" Kyoya's voice dropped to a dangerous calm.
Tina's lips parted, her hesitation almost painful. After a few seconds, she exhaled and said the name. "The Nagae Branch Family."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Kyoya's expression hardened. "What?"
Yuyuko's fan snapped shut with a sharp click. "Impossible... Kyoya—"
"They've finally made their move," Grandfather muttered darkly.
I felt a surge of heat in my chest. "Grandfather, you knew they'd try something like this?"
"No," he admitted, folding his hands. "But I expected them to, one day."
His gaze drifted to the window, as if he were looking back through time. The Nagae Main Family and the Branch Family had been at odds since the late 1800s. A centuries-old feud, fueled by jealousy, pride, and power. When Grandfather defected from the Branch to the Main Family, they branded him a traitor. Since then, they'd bided their time, striking only in shadows—waiting for a weakness.
And now they'd found one.
"They must've obtained some information about Mafuyu," I said quietly.
Kyoya's expression darkened even further. "If that's the case... then there's a rat among the staff." He straightened, authority returning to his tone. "I'll deal with that myself. Riku, order Nazuna to stay close to Mafuyu at all times. We can't predict what they'll do next."
"Understood," I replied.
Aichi crossed his arms, his expression tight. "To think the Branch Family would go this far... I'm certain they'll use this as leverage during the upcoming gathering."
"They'll try," Kyoya said coldly. "But I've been preparing. Eiji's been digging into their affairs for years now. Once I have everything, we'll strike first—and decisively."
Yuyuko nodded. "I understand it's against our customs to intervene in another family's matters," she said softly. "But remember this—the Saigyouji stand with the Nagae. Always."
Eirin set down her clipboard, her calm voice carrying weight. "The Yagokoro family will stand with you as well. And on behalf of the Houraisan, you have our full support."
Satori smiled faintly. "The Komeiji, too. The Nagae have helped us many times without expecting anything in return. This is the least we can do. And frankly, I can't allow Koishi's favorite person to be upset."
That earned the first quiet laugh of the meeting, short-lived but real.
Aichi followed. "Count the Hinanawi as well. We're meant to remain neutral, but when justice is this clear, neutrality becomes cowardice. And I'm sure the Yakumo will take your side too."
I took a breath, looking at each of them. The quiet solidarity in their faces hit harder than I expected. "Then that makes half of the Celestial Families with us," I said, my voice steady. "Everyone... thank you."
Satori waved her hand. "No need for thanks. Just handle this without making things worse." Her gaze shifted toward the bed. "And that brings us back to her."
Tina flinched slightly when all eyes turned toward her. She hadn't said a word since revealing the truth. Her rifle—confiscated earlier—sat on the table beside Eirin, a silent reminder of who she was.
Kyoya leaned forward again. "For now," he said, "she'll remain here under supervision. Until her master shows himself, we'll wait. Once we identify him... we'll decide our next move."
Tina lowered her head. There was no protest, no plea—just quiet resignation.
I watched her carefully. Something about her didn't fit the profile of a cold-blooded assassin. She carried the look of someone who'd long forgotten how to live outside the scope of a rifle.
The room had barely settled into silence when the shrill ring of a phone cut through it. Everyone's head turned toward the sound. The small device on the table buzzed insistently, screen lighting up with a single word: "Master."
Tina's hand trembled as she reached for it. "It's from… master."
Grandfather's tone carried quiet authority. "Answer it."
She nodded and put the call on speaker, as though instinctively knowing her master would expect it. A faint static hiss filled the room before a calm, deep voice spoke from the other end.
"Tina. It appears you've failed your mission."
The disappointment in that single sentence weighed heavier than anger could. Tina's lips quivered. Her eyes dropped to the floor.
"I–I'm sorry, master…"
"Don't be. This is your first failure. Even I've failed more than once and lived to improve. Learn from it, Tina. Strength comes from lessons, not from perfection. Understood?"
"Yes, master…"
"Good."
The man's tone softened, then shifted.
"Now onto something more pressing. I know you're there, Nagae Kyoya."
The temperature in the room seemed to dip. Grandfather straightened, his old composure returning like armor.
"I didn't want to believe it at first," he said quietly. "But it really is a small world… Sergey."
Everyone turned toward him.
"You know him?" I asked.
Kyoya nodded once. "I could never forget that voice. Sergey Alexeyev — Russia's top sniper. Ninety-two percent headshot accuracy. A legend among marksmen." His tone softened, the faintest trace of nostalgia breaking through. "And… an old friend."
"I'm glad you remember me, old friend," Sergey replied from the phone, a ghost of a chuckle in his voice.
"But enough with pleasantries," Grandfather said. "Tell me, Sergey — why send a sniper after my granddaughter? And worse, why send a ten-year-old?"
A pause. Then:
"When we received the contract, I hesitated. My personnel are the best in the world — all could have completed the mission. But I sent my protégé, Tina, for a reason that had nothing to do with success or failure."
Kyoya narrowed his eyes. "So you had something else in mind."
"Yes. Tina, I want you to remain in Japan."
The words hit like a thunderclap. Tina's head snapped up. "What? Master—are you abandoning me?"
Her voice cracked. The man's tone, however, remained calm — too calm.
"No, child. I'm not abandoning you. I'm giving you a chance."
"A… chance?"
"An opportunity to live like a normal girl. I took you in when you were four, remember? You were starving, scavenging for food on the streets. I wanted to save you — to give you a purpose and a way to protect yourself. But in my obsession to train you into a weapon, I forgot something vital."
Tina blinked through her tears. "You forgot to teach me…?"
"I forgot to teach you how to live." Sergey's voice softened, carrying the weight of years of regret. "I have no children of my own. I never learned how to raise one. But when I saw you — small, cold, and alone — something in me broke. I wanted to give you a life beyond hunger and fear. And though I taught you to survive, I failed to teach you how to exist. That was my greatest mistake."
Tina covered her mouth, trembling. Her tears finally broke free.
Grandfather moved closer and placed a hand gently on her head. "You don't need to hold it in," he murmured. "Let it out."
The dam burst. She clutched his sleeve and sobbed — years of suppressed grief and exhaustion pouring out in one fragile storm. Yuyuko stepped in quietly, her fan folded, and rubbed Tina's back until her cries softened to quiet hiccups.
When she finally looked up again, her eyes were red, but lighter somehow — as if the fog inside her had lifted.
"Kyoya," Sergey spoke again. "I have a favor to ask."
Kyoya smiled faintly. "If it's about us taking care of Tina, then I've already decided. You taught her how to defend herself. Let us teach her how to live."
"...Thank you, old friend."
"No need for thanks," Kyoya said. "If I had found her first, I would've done the same. But tell me — what will you tell your organization, now that their ace is gone?"
"To be honest, they'll be relieved," Sergey admitted. "They all adored Tina. They spoiled her whenever they could. Knowing she's safe will bring them peace. As for the Nagae Branch Family… consider that contract null. A mission abandoned."
I exhaled softly. "Then we've got nothing to worry about on that front."
"Kyoya," Sergey said suddenly. "That voice — was that your grandson?"
Kyoya nodded. "Yes. Tina's here in the infirmary with Riku and several Celestial Family heads."
"Good. That makes things easier."
The tone in Sergey's voice changed — lower, heavier. The kind of tone that precedes truths people aren't meant to know.
Kyoya frowned. "Sergey… what are you up to?"
"Listen carefully, all of you," Sergey said. "What I'm about to tell you must remain secret. It concerns Russia's invasion of Ukraine."
The entire room stilled.
"That war…" Sergey continued, "was not Putin's decision."
Everyone's eyes widened.
"It was orchestrated by the Black Fang."
Grandfather let out a long breath, rubbing his temple. "Brendan… damn it."
"No," Sergey said quickly. "Not Brendan. My men infiltrated the organization. We found a name — the true instigator. A man called Nergal."
I felt my stomach tighten. "Nergal… I've heard that name before."
"From whom?" Sergey asked, instantly alert.
"Shinomiya Oko," I said, my voice quiet. "Back in Stockholm, during the Future World Fes. He attacked me, Youmu, and Meiling — using danmaku. We managed to stop him with Okuu's help, but right before he vanished, his body crumbled into dust. He warned us to beware of Nergal."
Yuyuko stepped forward, her expression grave. "That matches with what Reimu and Marisa reported. They fought an 'Angel of Death' who used danmaku as well. They barely won. Whoever this Nergal is, he's bringing Gensokyo's magic into the outside world."
"Then I'll tell my men inside the Fang to be cautious," Sergey said. "If this Nergal truly holds that kind of power, we're looking at something much bigger than politics. I'll keep you informed."
Kyoya nodded. "We appreciate it. But what's his endgame?"
"We don't know yet. But understanding his motives will be key to stopping him. Once I have confirmation, you'll be the first to know."
There was a pause — the heavy kind that follows when the world quietly shifts. Then Sergey's voice softened again, almost wistful.
"Tina. Before I go… live. Cherish the days you've been given. You may not see me again, but remember this — you will always be my daughter."
Tina's lips trembled. Her eyes glistened anew. "I… I will live my life… Father."
"I know you will." A faint smile could be heard through his tone. "Nagae Riku."
"Yeah?"
"I leave her in your care."
I nodded. "I already have a few little sisters. One more won't be a problem. I'll make sure she lives a life worth living — that's a promise."
"Good. Then my heart is at ease. Kyoya — until next time."
"Until then," Grandfather said quietly. "Stay safe, old friend."
The line went silent with a final click. For a moment, no one moved. Then Tina, still seated on the bed, shifted into a perfect seiza and bowed deeply.
"My mas— I mean, my father trusted you fully," she said, voice trembling but firm. "So I will trust you too. I… I hope I won't be a burden. Please take care of me."
Grandfather's tone softened, paternal warmth in every word. "Tina, I made Sergey a promise — and I intend to keep it. You're part of the family now."
I smiled. "Guess that makes it official then. Though…" I scratched my head. "How the hell are we gonna explain this to the others?"
The room fell into contemplative silence. Everyone looked thoughtful — or troubled — until Yuyuko's fan snapped open with a soft click. She covered her mouth, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
"I've got the perfect idea~," she said, voice lilting with amusement.
Everyone in the room froze.
"...Should I be worried?" I muttered.
Aichi sighed. "Very."
Kyoya leaned back, half-resigned. "Whatever it is, Riku, prepare yourself. When Yuyuko says she has an idea, it usually involves chaos."
Yuyuko only giggled behind her fan. "Oh, it's nothing too extravagant. I just thought our little sniper could use a proper introduction to everyone. After all…" her eyes glimmered with that familiar, haunting charm, "what better way to make her feel welcome than a grand debut?"
Tina blinked, confused. "A… debut?"
Yuyuko smiled sweetly. "You'll see soon enough, dear."
And just like that, everyone's quiet dread returned. I exchanged glances with Aichi, who simply sighed again.
This was going to be one hell of a day.
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Live House CiRCLE
May 23, 2021 – Sunday – 8:30 A.M.
Riku's POV
The following morning came with a clear sky, but my mind was still reeling from yesterday's conversation with Sergey. The atmosphere around the estate had lightened considerably since then, especially after we introduced Tina to the others.
At first, the girls were understandably cautious—especially after recognizing her as the same child who had aimed a rifle at us. But once Grandfather and Yuyuko-san explained her situation in detail, and after Aichi and I vouched for her, the walls of suspicion crumbled. Tina's nervous silence gave way to hesitant smiles as the girls surrounded her, each one trying to make her feel at home in their own way.
Umi and Kotori immediately took to fixing her hair and complimenting her foreign looks. Nico fussed about how adorable she was and tried to dress her up, while Rin and Hanayo showered her with sweets. The only real challenge came from Kokoro, who—after barely ten minutes—was already on the phone trying to convince her father to adopt Tina on the spot. It took both Grandfather and Yuyuko-san to intervene before the overly enthusiastic blonde caused an international custody situation.
By dinner time, the tension that once filled the estate had vanished entirely. The kitchen staff had prepared an enormous spread, and it was a good thing they did—because Yuyuko-san devoured nearly thirty-five percent of it by herself. Even Eirin-san, who had joined us later that evening, looked impressed… and mildly horrified.
After the meal, I asked Aichi and the μ's girls to stay for the night, at least for safety reasons. But Aichi, ever the cautious strategist, politely refused. I understood. So instead, I sent protective wards and spirits to shadow them, ensuring no harm would come their way. Before they left, I handed them VIP passes for Roselia's upcoming live concert, and the girls lit up instantly—especially Honoka, who nearly screamed in excitement when she realized it was Roselia.
They checked their schedules and, to their delight, confirmed that they were free that day. One by one, they thanked me before departing into the quiet night.
Soon after, Satori-san and her sister returned to their own affairs in the Underworld, while Ran-san left with the fresh fish I had bought earlier for Chen. As the house gradually grew silent again, I found myself standing alone in the hallway, reflecting on everything that had transpired.
Another threat neutralized. Another ally gained. But somehow, I could still feel a storm brewing beyond the calm.
Later that night, I summoned Roselia, Raise A Suilen, and Poppin'Party to the estate for a short meeting. They had all been practicing diligently since Stockholm, but I wanted one final rehearsal before Sunday's performance. Yukina, confident as ever, accepted without hesitation. Lisa smirked, saying she was ready to "rock the world again."
Before ending the meeting, I instructed them to invite Leo/need and Peaky P-Key to join the lineup at CiRCLE. It would be a surprise collaboration—one the fans wouldn't forget.
When dawn approached, the Scarlet sisters, Meiling-san, and Sakuya-san departed the estate. As they left, they warned Patchouli and Koakuma to return to the Scarlet Devil Mansion before sunset or risk "facing consequences worse than Flandre's temper."
By the time I reached Live House CiRCLE that morning, the sun had fully risen over the city. The streets were quiet, the air warm, and for once, everything seemed normal. But the moment I stepped inside the venue, I stopped dead in my tracks.
The interior looked nothing like the place I had left.
"...Marina," I called out, keeping my voice calm but firm.
She appeared from behind the counter, nervously adjusting her cap. "Yes, Boss?"
I crossed my arms and gave her a steady look. "I told you before I left—you were in charge of the place, right?"
She nodded quickly. "Yes, Boss."
"Then explain…" I glanced around, taking in the changes—the polished floors, the expanded stage, the new lighting rigs and digital screens, the walls painted in deep metallic blue with golden accents. "What in the hell happened here?"
Marina laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Well… before you left, your grandfather took the opportunity to do some minor upgrades to the Live House. Of course, he covered all the expenses himself."
"Minor upgrades?" I echoed, raising a brow. "You call this minor?"
She hesitated, clearly remembering the chaos of the renovation. "To be fair, Boss, Kyoya-san said it was better for you to see it in person. He didn't want to spoil the surprise."
That statement triggered a memory—something Grandfather said yesterday.
'Do you plan to go to CiRCLE today?' he had asked me suddenly while sipping his tea.
I had replied, 'I was planning to, but with what happened earlier, I might postpone.'
He only smiled mysteriously and said, 'Nothing. I think it's better if you see it yourself.'
I sighed, shaking my head with a faint smile. "So that's what he meant by that…"
Marina perked up, eager to justify the changes. "Well, the number of rehearsal studios increased from ten to eighteen. The soundproofing has been completely redone using high-tier celestial-grade materials that can handle magic resonance—just in case you or the girls ever go all out again. The main lounge area's been expanded too, and your office got a full renovation."
I frowned slightly. "My office?"
"Don't worry," she assured quickly, waving her hands. "They didn't touch any of your awards or personal items. Everything's in perfect order. Oh—and Ayaya and Hatate-chan now have their own offices. I even have one too, Boss!"
Her excitement softened my irritation a little. I let my eyes wander toward the stage again. "And the stage capacity?"
Marina straightened her posture proudly. "We can now host up to sixteen hundred people if the venue sells out. That's almost the same as Liquid Studios."
I let out a low whistle. "That's… impressive."
"It really is," she said, smiling brightly. "Kyoya-san wanted to make sure CiRCLE could handle international acts, especially since word's spreading about your performances overseas. He said, and I quote, 'If my grandson's going to run this place, then it should match his name.'"
I chuckled softly under my breath. "That old man never changes."
Still, a part of me couldn't help but admire how far things had come. From a modest live house meant for amateur bands… to a premier stage worthy of global talents.
"Alright," I said finally, relaxing my tone. "I'll let this one slide. Just tell me beforehand next time, alright?"
Marina let out a huge sigh of relief. "Understood, Boss. I really wanted to inform you, but Kyoya-san insisted on keeping it confidential. He said it would 'ruin the drama' if you found out early."
"Of course he did," I muttered dryly, rubbing my temple. "He always did enjoy a bit of theatrics."
I turned toward the newly renovated staircase leading to my office. "If anyone wants to meet me, I'll be in my office."
Marina saluted playfully. "Got it, Boss!"
As I ascended the steps, I allowed myself a small smile. The faint hum of amplifiers and the lingering scent of new paint filled the air. CiRCLE felt different now—grander, more alive. And though I hadn't planned for it, maybe this was exactly what we needed.
With the coming performance, the alliances we were building, and the storm quietly gathering behind the scenes… this place would soon become more than just a stage.
It would be our rallying ground.
Live House CiRCLE – Riku's Office – 9:00 A.M.
Riku's POV
When I entered my office, I couldn't help but pause for a few seconds. The entire place looked completely different — a blend of modern technology and sleek design. The color palette shifted to dark blue and white, with soft neon lines tracing the corners of the walls, giving it a futuristic feel. It was impressive, but I had to admit… my signature dark violet theme would've felt more like me.
On the left side of the room, my classical music awards were neatly aligned in glass cases, each one glinting under the ambient light. To the right, my instruments stood proudly — guitars, keyboards, violins — and even a new wall-mounted rack that displayed my most-used guitars like a personal museum. Behind my desk hung a large OG logo, illuminated softly, while beneath it rested a cabinet displaying every major trophy I'd earned: the Future World Fes championships, the ESL One Trophy from Stockholm right at the center, and the three Aegis of Champions from The International perched on the top shelf like silent sentinels of past triumphs.
My workstation was no less extravagant. What used to be a single monitor had become three curved displays mounted seamlessly on the desk. My computer setup looked powerful enough to run an entire studio, and beside it, a small resting spot had been built — a custom-designed bed for Fuyu, who was currently fast asleep, curled up and peaceful.
"Gramps really went all-out this time," I murmured to myself, shaking my head with a faint smile.
I took out my phone and snapped a quick photo of the revamped workspace, posting it to OG's official site. Within moments, Johan replied, already asking how to get an office like mine. Typical. He said he'd contact Red Bull, our sponsor, to help with renovations. I told him to film the process for content — might as well turn his envy into promotion — and he agreed without hesitation.
Just as I was finishing up replying to messages, my phone rang. Marina's voice came through the receiver.
Marina: "Boss, the girls have arrived. They're waiting in the lounge."
Riku: "Alright, I'll head there now."
I grabbed my jacket and made my way out, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
Live House CiRCLE – Lounge
3rd POV
When Riku entered the lounge, he was immediately met with lively chatter and familiar faces. The members of Roselia, RAISE A SUILEN, and Poppin'Party were all there, gathered around the newly renovated lounge space that practically gleamed with high-end furnishings and tech.
"Where are Peaky P-Key and Leo/need?" Riku asked, glancing around.
"They said they'll be here soon," Lisa replied, looking around the sleek space. "And, wow… I gotta say, this place really got a revamp. It's almost unrecognizable."
"I know," Riku said with a faint grin. "Grandfather had the place remodeled while we were gone."
Sayo crossed her arms, studying the upgraded interior with skeptical eyes. "How did it get revamped this fast?"
"If my hunch is right…" Riku smirked slightly. "Nitori and Yuugi probably worked on it."
That drew a few raised brows.
"So that's why this place feels so solid," Chiyu muttered, knocking on one of the new soundproof panels. "Reinforced construction."
Rei tilted her head curiously. "Hold on, who exactly are Yuugi and Nitori?"
"Hoshiguma Yuugi's an oni," Riku explained, his tone calm but respectful. "She brews some of Japan's finest sake and oversees major construction projects for the Celestial Families. As for Kawashiro Nitori — she's a kappa. Genius engineer and head of Japan's technological development division. I'd say most of this new setup came from her."
Saaya pointed to one of the large wall screens, which stretched nearly half the length of the room. "This display isn't even on the market yet. I've never seen a screen like this."
Riku chuckled. "That's because you're looking at a prototype. I've been Nitori's unofficial test subject for years. Every time she invents something new, she sends it to me for feedback. Sometimes it malfunctions. Sometimes it explodes. But… she's gotten better. Now, her inventions actually work."
"Explodes?" Arisa blinked in disbelief. "And you still say yes to testing them?"
"Let's just say I've gotten used to living dangerously," Riku replied dryly, earning a few laughs from the girls.
Arisa shook her head with a smirk. "How much do you think this whole upgrade cost?"
"No idea," Riku admitted. "I'll ask Marina for the total later. I'm almost afraid to find out."
Before anyone could add another word, a cheerful voice echoed through the room.
"Peaky P-Key has arrived!"
Everyone turned toward the entrance. Four girls stepped in, all wearing Yoba Academy's school uniforms — which drew a few odd looks, considering it was Sunday morning.
The first had wavy medium-length light brown hair, her peach-colored eyes sharp yet gentle. The second carried an energetic air, her green pigtails bouncing as she walked, while her light green eyes sparkled with curiosity. The third, tall and athletic, had sun-kissed skin and a strong yet elegant build; her blonde hair was tied in a tight ponytail, complementing her gray-blue eyes. And finally, the last was a petite girl with short pink hair tipped in soft yellow, her golden eyes warm and expressive.
Lisa smiled. "It's okay, Kyoko. We just got here ourselves. You're right on time — the owner of this Live House is here too. Let me introduce—"
Shinobu raised her hand, cutting her off. "No need, Imai. I already know who he is." Her gaze shifted toward Riku, a confident smirk tugging at her lips. "Been a while, Riku. Still spinning tracks behind the DJ booth?"
Riku smirked back. "Feisty as always. Yeah, it's been a while, Shinobu — and yeah, I still play. Even if my schedule's a nightmare."
One of the other girls looked between them curiously. "Wait, you know him, Shinobu?"
"Of course," Shinobu said. "My grandfather taught him the fundamentals of DJing. His skill level's no joke — probably surpasses mine by now, given how long he's been playing alongside the pros."
Kyoko folded her arms with an approving nod. "I see. Well, if Shinobu thinks that highly of you, then I'll take her word for it." She smiled faintly. "I'm Yamate Kyoko, leader of Peaky P-Key."
Riku returned the nod respectfully. "Riku Nagae. Good to meet you."
"I'm Sasago Jennifer Yuka," the green-haired girl said brightly. "Peaky P-Key's VJ."
Riku raised a brow. "Jennifer? American background, maybe?"
Yuka laughed. "Nope, full Japanese. It's just a nickname."
"Yeah, it's kind of a long story," Esora chimed in with a playful smile. "Good to see you again, Riku-kun."
"Likewise," Riku replied, his tone softening. "And thank you — your family's furniture design really gave CiRCLE's lounge the right atmosphere."
"The pleasure's all mine." Esora beamed.
Yuka blinked in surprise. "Wait, you two know each other?"
Esora nodded, brushing her bangs aside. "Of course. The Shimizu and Nagae families have been business partners for over thirty-five years. We get along pretty well. In fact…" She looked at Riku with a teasing grin. "I even told Papa once that I'd like to be engaged to Riku-kun."
The entire lounge went still. A few jaws dropped. Half the girls flushed bright red, while others stared wide-eyed at Riku, who stood frozen in mild disbelief. Rinko looked moments away from fainting.
Riku exhaled slowly and answered as calmly as he could. "Sorry, Esora. You're… not my type."
Esora laughed lightly, though a touch of disappointment flickered in her eyes. "Ouch. That's blunt — but fair. At least we can still get along."
The room's lively energy didn't falter after the sudden confession from Esora. In fact, it only added to the atmosphere — laughter, quiet chatter, and a faint hum of excitement filling the air as the bands mingled. Riku leaned casually against the arm of a sofa, his composure calm despite the lingering blushes in the room.
Kyoko chuckled, crossing her arms. "Keigo told us you were blunt to a fault, but I didn't think he meant this blunt."
Riku tilted his head slightly. "You know Keigo?"
"Of course we do," Esora replied cheerfully. "Kei-chan's Peaky P-key's manager, after all."
That drew a faint smile from Riku. "So, he became a manager now? Guess that explains a lot. Is he still drumming?"
Kyoko nodded. "Whenever he finds time. Though he says managing us is already like a full-time workout."
Saaya blinked, curious. "Sorry, who's Keigo?"
Chiyu leaned back on the couch, arms folded. "Horikawa Keigo — heir of the Horikawa family. They've been taiko drummers since the early eras of Japan. His rhythm is legendary. Honestly, he's the undisputed best drummer in the country."
Yukina raised an eyebrow. "If he's that skilled, how come we've never heard of him?"
"Because unlike us," Chiyu said with a faint smirk, "Keigo doesn't chase fame. He's content with mastering his art rather than showcasing it. Which makes me wonder…" Her tone softened, eyes flicking toward Riku. "What made someone like him decide to manage a DJ group?"
Esora smiled, her voice gentle. "He told us once — he wanted a change. He said seeing Riku-kun push beyond what most people thought was possible inspired him to take a new path. So, he put down the drumsticks for a while and chose to support others instead. He found Peaky P-key's sound… refreshing, I guess. Different from anything he'd ever heard."
Yukina nodded slowly. "Unique, then."
Riku chuckled quietly. "With Keigo's sense of rhythm, it's no surprise he saw something special in your group."
Sayo tilted her head. "Wait — you mentioned 'ability' earlier. You mean he's also—?"
Before Riku could answer, Shinobu spoke. "He told us the day he became our manager. These three didn't believe him at first — until he proved it."
"Good," Riku said, exhaling softly. "Then that saves me the trouble of explaining. You already know Keigo's a youkai."
Yuka blinked in surprise. "So you're a youkai too?"
Riku nodded. "Yeah. And I'm glad you girls are fine with that. Some humans still struggle with the idea."
Kyoko smiled sincerely. "We don't mind at all. He's been nothing but supportive."
Riku's expression softened, the corners of his mouth tugging upward. "Thank you. I'll ask one thing of you four — take care of Keigo. He's like a brother to me."
Yuka gave him a playful salute. "Don't worry, boss-man. We'll take good care of him."
Riku chuckled. "I appreciate it. Now, we just need to wait for—"
"Sorry we're late!"
The doors swung open, and four new figures entered, drawing everyone's attention.
The first girl had long black hair flowing loosely behind her, her icy-blue eyes sharp yet calm. She wore a red and black plaid flannel layered under a gray hoodie, matched with dark denim and sneakers.
The second girl stood beside her, cheerful energy radiating like sunlight. Her blonde hair, tipped in pink, was tied into bouncy twin-tails, and her pink eyes sparkled with excitement. She wore a cozy cream-pink sweater over a white blouse, paired with denim shorts and knee-high socks.
The third had a quiet, composed aura — light dusty-rose hair tied to the side, blue eyes that reflected thoughtfulness, and a simple yet elegant outfit: cream hoodie, black shirt, skirt, and a thin silver necklace that glinted faintly under the lights.
The last girl stood a step behind, expression stoic but not cold. Her short gray hair was slightly messy, and her green eyes seemed observant, almost unreadable. She wore an oversized dark green hoodie emblazoned with golden text: "Everything Started from here. 487."
The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes shifting between the newcomers and Riku. He studied them briefly, then looked toward Rinko and Ako from Roselia — both of whom nodded subtly.
"I take it you girls are Leo/need?" Riku asked with a polite smile. "Welcome to CiRCLE. I'm Riku — owner of this Live House."
The black-haired girl stepped forward with a calm bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Owner-san. I'm Hoshino Ichika, leader and guitarist of Leo/need. These are my friends — Tenma Saki, Mochizuki Honami, and Hinomori Shiho."
Saki waved brightly. "Nice to meet ya, Owner-san!"
Honami smiled softly. "Mochizuki Honami. Thank you for having us."
Shiho simply nodded, her face neutral. "Hinomori Shiho."
Riku smirked lightly. "Not much of a talker, is she?"
Ichika chuckled. "Don't worry. She'll open up once she trusts you."
"Duly noted," Riku said. "Now that everyone's here, we can finally get started with preparations for the live two days from now. First order of business — performance order. Roselia will obviously play last since it's their headlining live."
Yukina stood tall, her voice steady. "Naturally. The first group must set the tone. Whoever opens must ensure the audience understands this performance will be unforgettable."
Kyoko leaned forward confidently. "Then let Peaky P-key go first. If setting the bar high is the goal, we'll handle it. We're the only DJ group here — might as well make a statement."
Sayo nodded approvingly. "A fair point. Riku-san, what's your opinion?"
Riku smiled faintly. "Think you can handle the pressure?"
Shinobu's brow twitched, clearly offended by the question. "Huh? Got a problem with that? If we say we can do it — we can. And we will. Believe it."
Riku held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. You've got it. Peaky P-key will open the show."
Before he could continue, Ichika raised her hand politely. "Um… I'd like Leo/need to perform second."
Riku blinked. "Any particular reason?"
Ichika hesitated for a moment, then spoke with quiet conviction. "I just… feel it would flow better that way. If we follow Peaky P-key, their energy will already have the crowd on their feet. We can use that momentum — keep the rhythm going, build it even higher."
Saki nodded enthusiastically. "Ichika's instincts are spot-on. If she says second works best, then that's what we go with."
Honami smiled, adding her support. "Her instincts have never failed us. Not once."
Shiho, as usual, remained silent but nodded firmly — her agreement plain in her expression.
Riku's eyes softened, impressed by the unity between the four. "Very well. Leo/need will go second." He turned toward Poppin'Party. "Then I suppose that means you'll go third. Is that alright?"
Kasumi's grin said everything before she even spoke. "Of course! We'll light things up after them, promise!"
Riku chuckled, amused by her boundless energy. "Good. That leaves RAISE A SUILEN performing before Roselia."
Chiyu grinned confidently. "We'll hype the crowd for you, so don't worry. By the time we're done, they'll be burning for more."
Yukina's lips curved slightly in acknowledgment. "We'll take that as a promise."
"Alright," Riku said, looking around the lounge. "That settles it — the lineup's official. Peaky P-key, Leo/need, Poppin'Party, RAISE A SUILEN, and Roselia." He took a deep breath, straightening up. "Now, before we finalize the transitions, I want to show everyone the stage. I'm sure you'll want to make some adjustments once you see what we're working with."
The groups murmured in agreement, excitement subtly building in the air.
Riku pulled out his phone. "I'll call Aya and Hatate — they'll meet us at the control room to handle your requests." He motioned toward the hallway with a small nod. "Alright everyone, follow me."
As they began walking, chatter filled the corridor — laughter, curiosity, and anticipation echoing lightly against the newly renovated walls of CiRCLE.
Lisa walked beside Yukina, glancing around with admiration. "Hard to believe this used to be a small live house. It feels like an arena now."
Yukina nodded. "Indeed. This space holds power… history, even. You can feel it."
Meanwhile, Kyoko walked ahead with Shinobu and Yuka, their confident stride contrasting Esora's cheerful hum. Behind them, Ichika and her bandmates followed quietly, their eyes scanning the halls — each absorbing the aura of the place in their own way.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft mechanical hum, revealing the newly expanded stage below CiRCLE. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of new steel and polished wood. Riku swiped his keycard across the console, and the reinforced door unlocked with a muted chime. The group followed him in, their footsteps echoing against the metal flooring as the lights flickered on one by one, illuminating the massive stage that stretched before them.
Aya and Hatate were already waiting, clipboards in hand, though both of them froze the moment the lights fully came on.
Yukina's eyes widened. "What in the world…" she breathed, her usually composed tone breaking in astonishment.
Lisa's jaw dropped slightly as she looked around. "It's… huge! Bigger than the last time we were here!"
Riku crossed his arms, letting out a small sigh as he scanned the cavernous space. "Grandfather really went overboard this time…"
The stage extended further back than before, lined with high-end acoustic panels and reinforced lighting rigs. Elevated platforms for each band had been added, complete with motion-controlled risers. The ceiling was higher, the air circulation smoother, and the acoustics sharp enough that even a whisper bounced cleanly off the walls.
Sayo adjusted her glasses as her analytical eyes took in the new layout. "Himekaidou-san, how many are expected to attend our live performance in two days?"
Hatate flipped through her notes before answering. "As of this morning, the reservation count sits at around four hundred thirty-two."
Sayo's brow arched slightly. "And the total capacity?"
Hatate glanced up. "Roughly sixteen hundred."
That number made everyone stop cold.
"Sixteen hundred?!" several voices echoed in disbelief.
Even Aya nodded, looking both proud and nervous. "And not just that," she added, "we've been getting more reservations every hour. As of thirty minutes ago, we're already at six hundred additional tickets sold."
Riku blinked, the corner of his mouth twitching. "So… about a thousand people are coming to watch Roselia's first live, huh?"
The girls looked at one another, the weight of the moment slowly settling in. Lisa's hands came to her chest, her voice trembling slightly between excitement and disbelief.
"A thousand people… and it's only our first live? That's insane…"
Ako fidgeted, her twin tails bouncing nervously. "That's way too many people! Rin-Rin, are you gonna be okay?"
Rinko smiled softly, her voice quiet but steady. "I'll be fine, Ako-chan. This is just the first step… right?"
Sayo placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Shirokane-san is correct. If we're going to stand on the stage of Future World Fes someday, then a thousand is only the beginning."
Yukina folded her arms, her eyes gleaming with conviction. "This is what we've prepared for. No hesitation."
Yuina smiled faintly from the corner. "Just don't let your guard down—even the first step can trip you if you're careless."
While the girls continued exploring the upgraded stage, Riku's phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from Dendi.
Dendi: Riku, my boy! The boys said they'll be arriving at 3.
Riku's eyes narrowed slightly as he slipped the device back into his coat.
So they're coming after all… The question is, who's with him this time?
Pocketing his phone, he raised his voice.
"All right, girls, gather up!"
Everyone turned toward him as Riku outlined their schedule for the next two days—sound checks, stage rotations, timing drills, and camera rehearsals. His tone carried its usual calm professionalism, but his eyes reflected something sharper: pride. Pride in how far each of them had come.
Hours slipped by before anyone realized how late it had gotten.
Nagae Estate – Archery Range
3:00 P.M.
The sunlight filtered through the maple trees surrounding the Nagae Estate's archery range, painting ripples of gold across the tatami mats. The rhythmic twang of a bowstring broke the afternoon stillness as an arrow sliced cleanly through the air, striking the bullseye with a sharp thock.
Kyoya lowered his bow with a composed breath, the faintest trace of satisfaction in his eyes. Clad in traditional Kyudo attire, he stood like a living sculpture—serene, focused, dignified. The ritual of drawing, breathing, and releasing steadied him. To him, Kyudo was not merely an art; it was a means to balance the chaos of leading the Nagae Family.
Setting the bow aside, Kyoya turned, wiping his hands with a towel—only to find Eiji standing at the entryway, hands clasped behind his back.
"You were waiting for me?" Kyoya asked calmly, though his tone carried quiet curiosity.
Eiji gave a brief nod. "I didn't want to disturb your practice, so I waited."
Kyoya chuckled softly, walking toward him. "Considerate as always. So—any word from Riku?"
Eiji's expression remained neutral. "According to one of his staff, he's at the airport right now."
"The airport?" Kyoya mused, raising a brow. "Ah, so they've arrived as well… interesting. Anything else?"
Eiji produced an envelope from his coat. "Yes, actually. Something that requires your attention."
Kyoya accepted it, slicing it open with a finger. He scanned the contents silently, his eyes narrowing slightly before exhaling through his nose. He folded the paper neatly and slipped it back into the envelope.
"I see. So that's how it is."
He straightened his back. "I'll need to make a call. Make sure no one hears any of this."
"Understood." Eiji bowed before quietly excusing himself, closing the sliding door behind him.
The moment he was alone, Kyoya walked into the changing room, retrieving his personal phone from a small lacquered box. He dialed a number that had been memorized through decades of necessity.
After a few rings, a familiar voice answered.
"Ah, Kyoya-dono. What can I do for you today?"
Kyoya's tone was firm but cordial. "It's about that matter."
"Ah… that," the voice replied with a knowing chuckle. "The verdict came in last week. The government approved it. They're pleased with the terms, and frankly, this could benefit the country in the long run. Now it's only a matter of who carries it out."
Kyoya leaned against the table, the faint creak of old wood beneath his weight. "I already have someone in mind. But tell me—would your daughter be willing to take this responsibility?"
There was a pause, then a soft sigh from the other end. "If it's for the sake of our families, I know she will. Besides," the man continued with mild amusement, "she doesn't even know she's engaged to her idol. Perhaps it's fate that ties them together."
Kyoya closed his eyes briefly. "Fate, huh… A word that carries both blessing and burden."
The man chuckled lightly. "True enough."
A moment of silence passed before Kyoya spoke again. "Regarding that arrangement—when shall we meet?"
"Let's set it for the twelfth of June," Kyoya decided. "I have a feeling the branch family won't stay quiet this time."
"Very well," the other replied. "I'll inform my daughter of the meeting. And your grandson?"
"I'll tell Riku after his live show concludes. No distractions before that."
A hum of understanding came from the other end. "He owns a Live House now, doesn't he? Fascinating… that gives me an idea."
Kyoya's brow furrowed slightly. "An idea? Tell me what you're planning."
To be Continued…
Spell Cards used this Chapter:
Moon and Thunder: "Celestial Rain"
Spell Type: Offensive Spell Card
Target: AOE
Danmaku Type: Sharp Bullet
Element: Moon, Wood
User: Nagae Riku
Scarlet Flame: "Higanbana"
Spell Type: Offensive Spell Card
Target: AOE
Danmaku Type: Slash Bullet
Element: Fire, Metal
User: HInanawi Aichi