Later...
Nagae Estate – Kyoya's Office
8:30 P.M.
3rd POV
The moonlight washed over the sprawling grounds of the Nagae Estate, its pale glow glinting off the marble driveway and tall, glass-paneled windows of the western-style mansion. Inside, the scent of cedar and polished brass lingered faintly in the air—quiet, stately, the kind of silence only a high-born household could hold.
Riku and Rinko had just returned home after a long day, the hum of the car engine fading into the calm of the estate. They'd eaten dinner with Miyu, Mafuyu, and Tina, joined—rarely—by Kyoya himself. Conversation had been light, almost deceptively peaceful. Yet beneath the laughter and the polite rhythm of silverware on porcelain, Riku knew what he had to discuss afterward would weigh heavier than anything served at that table.
Now, within the soft lamplight of Kyoya's office, the air carried a sense of measured gravity. Books lined the shelves in immaculate order, their spines untouched by dust. Family portraits hung in dark oak frames—reminders of lineage and expectation.
Kyoya, seated behind his mahogany desk, looked every bit the patriarch: composed, precise, his reading glasses catching a sliver of light as he turned his gaze toward his grandson.
Riku stood before him, posture straight, yet there was a quiet tension in the way his hands rested at his sides.
"...So the eldest daughter of the Ayase family wishes to join your harem," Kyoya said at last, his tone calm but edged with scrutiny. "And Rinko has already given her blessing?"
Riku nodded once. "Actually, Rinko encouraged Eli to go through with it."
"Hm." Kyoya leaned back in his chair, the faint creak of leather filling the pause. "And what of her family's approval? The Ayase name does not make such decisions lightly."
Riku exhaled softly. "Eli told me I already received their approval. Apparently, I earned it when I defeated her cousin—Miposhka—back at TI10. I didn't even know it at the time."
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Kyoya's mouth. "So that's how it is... You earned your standing through merit, not negotiation. That saves us the formalities."
He tapped the desk once, thinking. "Very well. We'll arrange an official meeting with the Ayase family next weekend. Would Sunday suffice?"
"I'd prefer to schedule it for the following week," Riku replied. "I'll be at the Yagokoro villa this Saturday. And... I have a feeling the weekend will be busier than we expect."
Kyoya gave a slow nod. "Fair point. I'll contact the Ayase family tomorrow and finalize the arrangements." He gestured toward the door. "That will be all for tonight."
Riku inclined his head. "Understood, Grandfather."
He turned to leave, hand resting on the brass doorknob. Just as the latch clicked, Kyoya's voice broke the silence.
"Riku."
The younger man paused, half-glancing back.
"The reports regarding the woman you saved yesterday... you did well." Kyoya's tone softened, if only slightly. "I'm proud of your actions."
Riku stood still for a moment, then gave a faint, tired smile.
"I did what I had to do," he said quietly. "I lost Tenshi right in front of me once. I won't let that happen again... not to anyone."
His words lingered like a vow—low, steady, carrying a weight only Kyoya fully understood. Then, without turning back, Riku stepped out into the hall. The heavy door shut behind him, leaving the old man in silence.
Kyoya leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the faint reflection of the moonlight across his desk. There was a trace of pride there... but also a flicker of concern.
A Few Days Later...
Tokyo Train Station
June 18, 2021 – Friday – 4:30 P.M.
The crowd was thick and noisy, a living tide of commuters and travelers filling the air with fragments of chatter and the echo of announcements. Riku stood on the platform, his usual calm expression masking the exhaustion of the past few days.
After that late conversation with his grandfather, Thursday had begun as any other day—routine, predictable. But by the afternoon, the calm shattered.
Barely half an hour after classes ended, Aichi and the members of μ's had shown up at Hanasakigawa, their expressions stormy and intent. They hadn't even given him a chance to step out of the school gates before Umi, Maki, and Nico surrounded him, voices sharp and demanding.
"Riku-san, what did you do to Eli?!" Umi had snapped, her tone like a drawn bowstring.
He'd barely opened his mouth before Maki joined in, eyes narrowing. "She hasn't been the same since yesterday. Don't tell me you—"
"I didn't do anything," Riku replied evenly, though the edge of irritation colored his voice.
Nozomi and Aichi had quickly stepped between them, urging calm. "He's telling the truth," Nozomi said, her usual teasing smile absent. "He was with us the entire time."
Still, suspicion lingered in their eyes. Rinko, who had accompanied Riku, finally stepped forward and bowed politely. "It was my idea," she confessed. "I'm the one who encouraged Eli to be honest about her feelings."
That stopped them cold.
Maki blinked. "You... what?"
Umi's hand fell to her side, uncertainty flickering across her features. Nico, however, folded her arms with a scoff. "That doesn't make this any less crazy."
Riku sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Let's stop the guessing."
He looked at Eli, who had been silent this whole time, her hands fidgeting slightly. "Eli, is it alright if I explain everything?"
She nodded, her voice small but resolute. "Go ahead."
And so, in the middle of the school courtyard, with the rest of μ's gathered, Riku laid it all out. He told them about how he and Eli first met, how their friendship formed naturally over time, and how her feelings had slowly deepened into something more. He described the day she confessed—the first time, and now again.
By the time he finished, silence had fallen over the group. The only sound was the breeze rustling through the trees.
"You rejected her?" Nico finally asked, disbelief in her tone.
Riku gave a small nod. "I did. A year ago. But we stayed close after that. I knew her feelings hadn't faded... and neither did her respect for me."
For a while, no one spoke. Even Maki's fiery expression had softened, her gaze flickering between the two.
"Relationships are forbidden for idols," Nico said eventually, but her voice lacked conviction now. "You know that, right?"
Eli smiled faintly. "I do. But this isn't about idol work anymore. This is my choice."
Riku then explained everything—the plan, the cultural obligations, and the political intricacies that tied their families together. As the reality of it unfolded, the three girls' initial anger gave way to stunned silence. It wasn't some fleeting romance; it was something larger, heavier—an intersection of love and duty.
When Riku finished, he stood quietly, letting the words sink in.
Umi finally sighed, rubbing her temple. "You're serious about this, aren't you?"
Riku met her gaze. "I wouldn't be standing here if I wasn't."
Maki crossed her arms but looked away. "You really are unbelievable sometimes."
Nico let out a sharp breath. "Tch... fine. But you better treat her right. Promise me that."
Riku smiled faintly, his voice steady. "I already made that promise—to her and to myself."
Nozomi chuckled softly. "Guess that settles it."
Aichi, who had been watching the exchange quietly, clapped his hands together. "Well, now that everyone's calmed down—are you all still planning to attend the Moriya party tomorrow?"
Riku nodded. "Yeah. Roselia, Pastel*Palettes, Tina, Miyu, Youmu, and Mafuyu are all coming with me."
Aichi smirked. "Then I'll prepare transportation for your group once you reach Nagano. The Moriya family expects a strong showing from both of us."
Riku stood slightly apart from the others, a dark bag in hand. Inside was the present he had carefully prepared for Sanae—a token of gratitude and respect he'd been meaning to deliver for years. He glanced down at his wristwatch.
"Thirty minutes until departure," he muttered, brows furrowing. "They're taking their time..."
Miyu chuckled, her tone patient. "Riku-san, calm down. Roselia and Pastel*Palettes will be here soon enough. You're not usually this restless. Don't tell me you're that excited for a party?"
Riku shook his head lightly. "It's not the party. It's just been a long time since I've seen Sanae. The last time I visited Moriya Shrine feels like forever ago."
Rinko, standing beside him with her usual composed air, tilted her head. "What's your relationship with Sanae-san like? You sound... fond of her."
Riku smirked faintly. "Sanae might be a year older than me, but she acts like an over-doting onee-chan. Always fussing over me for no reason."
A calm, refined voice joined the conversation from behind. "Over-doting is an understatement. The way she spoils you makes Kokoro's clinginess look tame."
They turned to see Kaguya approaching, her stride unhurried but graceful as always. Her silken dark hair shimmered under the morning light, and though she wore casual attire, her aura remained unmistakably regal.
Riku crossed his arms. "So you really came alone."
"I can handle myself," Kaguya replied coolly. "Eirin and Udongein are occupied tending to a patient." She brushed a strand of hair from her shoulder. "I'll represent Eientei just fine. I assume Remilia and the Koumakan household are already en route?"
Riku nodded. "Yeah. They left earlier this morning. By now, they should be nearing Nagano."
"Then all that's left is to wait for—"
Kaguya suddenly stopped midsentence.
The air changed.
A suffocating wave of pressure swept across the platform like an invisible tide—thick, cold, and unmistakably malicious. Riku felt it crash against his senses, a dense spiritual weight that made his heartbeat quicken. Beside him, Kaguya's sharp eyes flicked toward the far end of the station.
And then—just as quickly as it appeared—it vanished.
Riku exhaled slowly, his hand tightening around the strap of his bag. "That... wasn't just any aura."
Kaguya's tone grew low. "No. That malice was deliberate. Focused. Whoever it was... they wanted us to feel it."
Miyu, sensing the tension, stepped closer. "Riku-san? Kaguya-san? What happened?"
Kaguya turned toward her. "A surge of dark energy—brief, but overwhelming. Someone powerful was testing the waters."
Tina, who had been unusually quiet, spoke up next, her voice trembling slightly. "I... felt it too. It was so heavy, I couldn't even move for a moment." She turned to her sister. "Mafuyu-nee-san, are you okay?"
Mafuyu was on one knee, one hand pressed against her chest. Her breathing was shallow, but controlled. "I'm fine, Tina-chan. Just... caught me off guard."
Rinko frowned, scanning the station's corners. "But who could release something that strong here, in the middle of Tokyo?"
Riku straightened, his gaze cold. "No idea. But the way it was directed at us—it felt like a greeting."
He looked out toward the moving crowd, eyes narrowing as if trying to pierce through the veil of ordinary human presence. "And I doubt it'll be the last."
Elsewhere – The Same Station, Opposite Exit
Just outside the main doors, two young women walked side by side through the midday crowd. One of them wore a brown dress paired with a white blouse and a small black hat adorned with a bow. Her short brown hair brushed softly against her cheeks as she adjusted the book tucked beneath her arm. The other—taller, blonde, dressed in a deep purple outfit and a white mob cap tied with a red ribbon—watched her companion with mild exasperation.
"Merry," the brunette sighed, "you do realize that was your one chance to talk to him, right? You let it slip again."
Maribel Hearn flinched slightly, clutching her book tighter. "I-I know, Renko, but I just... couldn't. It's been so long since I've seen him in person. I froze up."
Usami Renko pinched the bridge of her nose. "You've had a crush on Riku for, what, five years now? Every time we bump into him overseas, you clam up. And now he's engaged." She shot her a sideways glance. "Your chances just dropped from slim to near impossible."
Maribel's lips trembled. "Uuuu... you don't have to say it like that..."
Renko sighed, though her frustration carried an undertone of care. "I'm saying it because you keep torturing yourself over something you never even tried to fight for."
Before the blonde could continue, a sing-song voice chimed in from behind them.
"Now, now, Renko-chan~ No need to scold her so harshly. I think Merry-chan understands quite well~"
Another voice followed—calm, but laced with smug amusement. "Besides, I made sure that Nagae brat felt our little message too."
Renko and Maribel froze before slowly turning around. Floating several inches above the pavement were two ethereal figures—women who radiated a power far beyond human comprehension.
The first had silvery-white hair and piercing blue eyes. Her crimson robes flowed around her like liquid flame, and from her back spread six violet wings inscribed with glowing red sigils.
The second figure had long green hair, eyes like polished jade, and a white tail that swayed lazily behind her. She wore a flowing purple dress beneath a dark blue cape, her expression calm and knowing.
"Mima-sama..." Maribel's tone was part awe, part alarm. "You might have gone a little too far back there."
Renko folded her arms, unimpressed. "Yeah, I gotta agree with Merry. If Shinki-sama hadn't stopped you, half the station would've been paralyzed by that aura."
The green-haired spirit—Mima—clicked her tongue. "Tch. I merely wanted to remind that boy to be careful with whose heart he's toying with. A small nudge."
Shinki, the white-haired goddess floating beside her, smiled gently, her voice warm yet teasing. "A 'nudge,' you say? More like a divine glare. You practically scared half the spiritually sensitive population within a kilometer."
Mima shot her a glance, unrepentant. "He deserved it. That Nagae boy's been waltzing around breaking hearts without realizing it."
Maribel turned bright red. "He didn't break my heart! I was just... surprised, that's all!"
Shinki giggled, covering her mouth with one hand. "Oh? So does that mean you're planning to join his little harem too, Merry-chan?"
The poor girl's face turned crimson. "Wha—?! I-I never said that!"
Renko groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "Here we go again..."
Mima smirked at the scene, her cape fluttered slightly. "Honestly, Merry, if you want him, you should just claim him. Power respects boldness. And that boy—he's got more weight on his shoulders than most mortals could bear. He needs someone who won't hesitate."
Maribel's blush deepened, but her eyes softened with quiet resolve. "I... don't know. Riku's path is so far from ours now. Maybe... maybe just seeing him from afar is enough."
Shinki floated closer, her tone gentle. "Fate weaves stranger things than you think, dear. The threads that bind souls rarely unravel so easily."
Renko exhaled, giving her partner a small, half-smile. "Guess we'll see, huh? If fate allows it, maybe your paths will cross again."
Mima's smirk returned, though her tone turned contemplative. "It will. The world's shifting again... and when it does, the boy and the dreamer will meet where the boundaries thin."
The group fell silent for a moment, the hum of the city fading into the distance. Maribel looked up toward the sky, where faint traces of magic still shimmered like heat waves.
She whispered almost to herself, "If fate allows... I'll be ready this time."
Shinki chuckled softly and began to drift away, her robes trailing light. "Then let's hope fate is kind, Merry-chan. Come, Mima. We shouldn't linger in this world too long."
The two spirits slowly vanished, their presence fading like a dying ember. The air grew still once more.
Renko watched them go, then turned to her friend. "Well, there you have it. The gods themselves seem to want you to make a move."
Maribel gave a weak laugh. "That makes it sound even scarier..."
"Yeah, probably." Renko shrugged, offering a faint grin. "But who knows? The world's small for people like us. You'll see him again, one way or another."
As the two young women walked off into the crowd, the faint whistle of a Shinkansen echoed through the station—the same one bound for Nagano, where Riku and his companions would soon depart.
Unseen to both sides, the threads of destiny—subtle, intricate, and stubborn—continued to weave their quiet pattern, drawing everyone closer to whatever awaited at the Moriya Shrine.
Mount Moriya Base – 6:00 P.M.
After the strange wave of malice that both Riku and Kaguya had sensed at the station, the remaining groups—Roselia, Pastel*Palettes, and even the girls of μ's—finally arrived, right on schedule. Within minutes, everyone had boarded the Shinkansen bound for Nagano, the mood easing into one of light chatter and quiet anticipation.
An hour later, they stepped off the train and into the cool evening air of Nagano Station. Waiting near the platform was Aichi, waving with his usual calm smile as he greeted the large crowd of familiar faces.
"Welcome to Nagano," he said warmly. "You all made it just in time. The bus is ready to take us to Mount Moriya."
The drive from the station took roughly thirty minutes, a winding ascent lined with autumn-colored trees. As the bus came to a stop at the mountain's base, the group stepped out—only to freeze as they looked up at the staircase that seemed to stretch endlessly toward the summit.
Lisa's jaw nearly dropped. "We're gonna climb that?"
Even the ever-composed Sayo paled slightly. "We already climbed our way to the Hakugyokurou... but this looks even steeper."
Riku chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, we have someone who'll handle that."
As if on cue, a voice echoed from above.
"And you're right on time. I was already waiting for you."
Everyone's heads turned upward—and there she was.
A woman descended slowly through the mist, her presence commanding yet serene. She wore an elaborate red blouse with flowing white sleeves, a round mirror gleaming at her chest, and a long black skirt patterned with red flowers at the hem. Her poofy blue hair shimmered faintly under the fading sunlight, and behind her floated a large shimenawa—a sacred rope ring adorned with white shide paper streamers that radiated divine energy.
She smiled faintly. "Yo, Riku. Good to see you again."
Riku returned her greeting with a respectful nod. "Good to see you again, Kanako-sama."
At the mention of the name, the girls of Roselia stiffened. The casual "-sama" spoke volumes, confirming who the woman truly was.
"Wait," Rinko whispered. "That's... one of the goddesses he mentioned, isn't it?"
Kanako crossed her arms, surveying the crowd with interest. "I take it these are your friends, Riku? Welcome. I'm Yasaka Kanako, one of the resident goddesses of the Moriya Shrine. We've already been informed that you're aware of our existence, so you're all clear in my book." She smiled wryly. "I take it this is everyone?"
Riku gave a short nod. "I believe so. Kanako-sama, have you seen Remi and the others from the Koumakan?"
"Oh, them?" Kanako replied. "They arrived earlier. Sanae's already having fun with the Scarlet girl—Flandre, I think? She's been quite lively since they showed up."
Riku chuckled softly. "I see. Then we'll make our way up."
Before he could move, Aichi stepped forward, his tone cautious. "You girls might want to stay close together. Just a precaution."
They barely had time to wonder what he meant when Kanako stomped her foot lightly against the ground. A light-blue magic circle appeared beneath them, humming with energy.
"Hang on tight, kids," she said with a grin. "I'm going to pick up the pace."
The circle flared brighter—and suddenly, the ground beneath them shifted. They felt weightless, their bodies gently lifted as the circle surged upward. Wind whipped through their hair, and the mountain scenery blurred around them in streaks of green and gold.
Within ten minutes, the world steadied—and they found themselves standing atop Mount Moriya.
The magic circle dissolved, and the sight before them silenced even the most talkative of the group.
A majestic shrine stood at the summit, its ancient wooden beams gleaming under the soft hues of dusk. A massive twisted rope hung across the torii gate, and behind the structure lay a vast lake whose still waters reflected the full moon perfectly, as though heaven itself had been captured on the surface. The air buzzed faintly with spiritual energy—tranquil, powerful, alive.
Kanako spread her arms proudly. "Everyone, welcome to the Moriya Shrine."
The group fell into hushed awe.
Umi stepped forward first, eyes wide. "It's so... beautiful."
Sayo exhaled slowly. "The view looks almost... magical."
Nozomi, who had been quiet until now, closed her eyes and placed a hand over her chest. "I can feel it... the spiritual energy coursing through my body."
Riku, too, felt it—a calm yet potent energy that seeped into his being, like the mountain itself was breathing around him.
Kanako's gaze sharpened slightly at Nozomi's words. "You can sense the energy, hm? So, you're a shrine maiden as well?"
Nozomi smiled softly. "Yes, I serve as one at a local shrine near my school. It's smaller than this, but... I suppose the principles are the same."
Kanako nodded approvingly. "I see. It's not often another shrine maiden visits from beyond our domain. You're welcome here."
Before the moment could turn too formal, a cheerful voice called out from nearby.
"Kanako-sama! Can we take a picture of the lake?"
It was Hina, her phone already half-raised.
Kanako waved her hand casually. "Sure, why not. Just make sure to post it everywhere. Consider it free advertising."
Aya blinked. "Advertise... it?"
Aichi sighed, half amused. "Kanako-sama may be a goddess, but she runs things with the mindset of a businesswoman. If you girls post photos, you're basically spreading awareness of the Moriya Shrine. That means more visitors, and in turn—"
"—more faith," Riku finished for him, smiling faintly.
The girls exchanged bewildered looks. Kanako only shrugged. "Hey, you've got to keep up with the times. The old-fashioned methods of gathering faith don't work like they used to. If religion wants to survive, it has to adapt. Just look at the humans—you thrive on connection. We're no different."
Her words lingered for a moment—unexpectedly practical for a deity.
Then, from the left, a familiar singsong voice cut through the air.
"Riku-chan~ Aichi-chan~ You finally made it~"
A small figure approached, walking with her hands laced behind her head. Her blonde hair peeked out from beneath her frog-eyed hat, and her expression radiated mischief.
Riku's face softened. "We came like we promised, Suwako-sama."
The goddess of the earth and lakes beamed. "Good, good! So these are the girls, huh? Quite the lively bunch. Where are the others?"
"They had plans of their own," Riku replied. "I'm sure they'll visit another time."
Suwako pouted theatrically. "Ah, such a shame~"
"Don't worry about it," Kanako said dryly. "You'll have your fun with this group anyway."
"Oh, I always do~" Suwako chirped, then looked at Kanako. "By the way, how's the lake's energy flow?"
Kanako smirked. "Stable now. The hot springs across town should be running perfectly."
Suwako nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent. I tuned the ley lines myself this morning."
Kanako clapped her hands once. "Alright, everyone. Let's get inside before the others start wondering what's taking so long."
As they walked toward the main building, Riku glanced back one last time at the lake. The moon's reflection shimmered softly, as if welcoming him home after years away.
The group followed Kanako and Suwako toward the main hall, laughter and chatter still in the air—until a thunderous crash echoed through the shrine grounds. The sound of something heavy splintering—then another impact—followed by what could only be described as an explosion of magic energy.
Kanako's cheerful expression froze. "...What the hell was that?"
Suwako blinked. "Please tell me that wasn't inside."
But the next second, the answer came in the form of another resounding boom, accompanied by a flicker of colorful light spilling from the cracks of the sliding doors.
Riku's instincts flared. Without a word, he, Kanako, Suwako, Aichi, Kaguya, and Youmu sprinted to the entrance and threw open the doors—only to be met with pure chaos.
Inside the shrine was a warzone.
Furniture was shattered. The walls bore dozens of smoking holes. A few ceiling beams were cracked clean through, dangling precariously. The tatami mats had been scorched, torn, and blasted apart. What had once been the Moriya Shrine's sacred hall now resembled the aftermath of a small-scale battlefield.
Kanako's voice dropped an octave. "...Oh for the love of—"
Before she could finish, a stray danmaku shot grazed past her shoulder, leaving a singed mark on the doorframe.
Riku stared ahead, his expression darkening.
There, at the center of the room, two pairs of girls were locked in a fierce danmaku battle. Scarlet bullets and shimmering orbs filled the air in chaotic patterns.
On one side—Remilia Scarlet and her younger sister Flandre, wings gleaming like shards of stained glass.
On the other—two equally infamous figures.
The first, a young woman with long brown-black hair tied with a red ribbon, a red skirt and sleeveless top, and detached white sleeves revealing a bandaged midsection. A red and white shrine maiden—Hakurei Reimu, heiress of the Hakurei line and creator of danmaku battle format itself.
Beside her floated a girl with golden hair, braided on one side and topped by a black witch's hat with a white bow. Her black vest and skirt swayed as she fired volleys of star-shaped light—Kirisame Marisa, the most notorious magician in Gensokyo.
Remilia smirked mid-dodge, her voice carrying that familiar aristocratic edge.
"Kukuku... to think the Hakurei shrine maiden has gotten this weak. Perhaps I'll finally have my payback tonight."
Reimu deflected a wave of crimson bullets with a flick of her gohei. "In your dreams, vampire. Me and Marisa kicked your ass once—we can do it again."
Marisa laughed, firing another volley. "Yeah, Reimu, you tell her, ze! Don't take it personally, Flan!"
"None taken!" Flandre grinned, her wings flickering as she launched her own kaleidoscopic barrage.
The air was thick with raw power—brilliant lights, magic circles, and explosions colliding in rapid succession.
Off to the side, sitting cross-legged on the tatami like spectators, were Sakuya, Meiling, and a blonde woman wearing a pink-and-white dress with a blue apron and headband—Alice Margatroid, her trademark grimoire resting neatly beside her teacup.
And beside Alice... lay a girl who was very much not okay.
Her green hair was splayed across the floor, her eyes spinning in dizzy spirals. The snake ornament in her hair drooped limply. Her outfit—a blue-and-white shrine maiden's garb—was covered in dust and scorch marks.
Kochiya Sanae, the Moriya Shrine's own miko, was out cold.
The moment Kanako and Suwako saw her, their composure snapped.
"SANAE!!!"
Their twin cries cut through the chaos like a gunshot.
Every combatant froze mid-attack. Even Flandre's crystals dimmed slightly. The bullets dissolved into thin air as all four girls turned toward the entrance—only to find a lineup of very unhappy faces staring back.
At the center stood Riku, his expression utterly devoid of warmth.
He wordlessly handed a small gift bag—the one meant for Sanae—to Youmu, then took a step forward. The air around him crackled faintly, his aura shifting from calm to lethal.
Reimu felt a chill crawl down her spine. "...Oh, fuck."
Marisa swallowed hard. "R-Riku... hey there, long time no see, ze..."
Flandre's voice wavered. "O-Onii-san..."
Remilia tried for a smile that didn't quite make it. "Riku-boy... I can explain—"
But before any of them could move, Riku's scarf snapped to life. It split into four ethereal strands that lashed through the air, wrapping around each of them in a blur. In an instant, all four girls were bound—floating helplessly a few inches above the floor, eyes wide in alarm.
Behind Riku, Aichi, Kaguya, and Youmu took a synchronized step back.
Aichi murmured quietly, "Yeah, he's pissed."
Kaguya grinned, utterly amused. "Finally, some entertainment."
The others—Rinko, Mafuyu, Tina, and the rest—peeked from behind the doorway, nervous energy in their eyes.
Meanwhile, Alice, ever the picture of calm, continued sipping her tea. When Riku turned his glare toward her, she didn't even look up.
"The battle had barely started," she said evenly. "I take it you'd like to join in?"
Riku's voice was low, controlled. "Yes. Kanako-sama, Suwako-sama—if I may?"
Suwako chuckled, already raising her hand. "You got it, Riku-chan~ As the resident goddess of the Moriya Shrine, I hereby grant you permission to enter this danmaku battle~"
Kanako smirked, folding her arms. "Then this tag match officially becomes a battle royale. Go wild, Riku. Get revenge for Sanae."
The four suspended girls collectively paled.
Riku's body began to glow faintly with arcs of violet lightning, crackling louder with each heartbeat. His scarf loosened and drifted upward, caught in the surge of energy. The floor beneath his feet trembled faintly.
He spoke quietly, but the venom in his tone silenced the room.
"You know... I was actually looking forward to seeing Sanae again. It's been years. I thought maybe this visit would start with peace, not this."
His eyes narrowed. "And now the first thing I find is her home wrecked by your idiocy."
Remilia's smirk faltered. Flandre whimpered. Marisa opened her mouth—then closed it again.
Reimu was the first to break the silence. "We were just—"
"Enough," Riku cut her off.
A faint hum filled the air, like a storm charging to life.
"Any last words?"
The four looked at each other, then back at him. None dared answer—until Marisa, voice shaking, tried anyway.
"M-Maybe a little mercy, ze...?"
Riku tilted his head slightly, his gaze unreadable.
"Sorry. Fresh out of mercy."
Lightning erupted.
"Thunder Sign: Wrath of the Thunder Dragon God!"
Four colossal pillars of violet thunder crashed down from the ceiling in rapid succession, engulfing the girls in pure, blinding energy. The explosion rocked the entire shrine. The air vibrated with the sound of their combined screams.
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The shockwave burst through the open doors, scattering leaves across the courtyard. The others flinched, shielding their faces from the light.
When it finally faded, the four combatants lay sprawled on the floor, twitching and smoking faintly—but alive. Barely.
Riku exhaled slowly, the lightning fading from his body. The scarf coiled back around his neck like a serpent returning to rest.
Kanako pinched the bridge of her nose. "I... think you might've overdone it."
Suwako, meanwhile, was grinning ear to ear. "Nope. That was perfect."
Kaguya, doubled over with laughter, clapped her hands. "Priceless! The look on their faces—oh, I needed this!"
Aichi just sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "At least he didn't level the whole mountain this time."
Youmu nodded silently in agreement, handing Riku back the bag with Sanae's gift.
Riku glanced at the still-twitching group of troublemakers and muttered, "That'll teach them to turn a sacred hall into a battlefield."
From the corner, Alice finally looked up, her lips twitching into a faint smirk. "Well... that certainly ended things quickly. I suppose we can resume tea now?"
Sakuya chuckled softly. "Indeed, though we may need a new table."
Meiling nodded, staring at the cratered floor. "And some new walls. And ceiling. And furniture..."
Kanako waved a hand dismissively. "I'll bill Remilia for it."
"W-What!?" Remilia croaked weakly from the floor as she finally collapsed.
"Consider it divine compensation," Kanako said sweetly.
Suwako crouched beside the unconscious Sanae, checking her pulse before smiling in relief. "She's fine. Just fainted from the impact earlier. Poor girl must've tried to stop them and got caught in the crossfire."
Riku's expression softened for the first time since arriving. He knelt beside Sanae and brushed a few strands of green hair from her face. "Still the same reckless miko... you never change."
Suwako smiled knowingly. "She'll be happy to see you when she wakes up."
Riku stood, handing the gift bag to Kanako. "Please give this to her later. I'll help with repairs in the meantime."
Kanako raised an eyebrow. "You're volunteering?"
"Partially my responsibility too," he replied. "Might as well make myself useful."
Suwako snorted. "Such a good boy~ Sanae's gonna cry when she sees you."
Behind them, the girls of Roselia, Pastel✽Palettes, and μ's finally entered the hall, wide-eyed at the destruction.
Rinko whispered, "Remind me never to make Riku angry..."
Tina nodded fervently. "Noted. Never again."
Mafuyu exhaled slowly. "That wasn't even his full power, was it?"
Aichi gave a wry grin. "Not even close."
The room fell quiet except for the faint crackle of dissipating lightning. Outside, the moon continued to glow over the lake, casting its reflection across the damaged shrine—a strange, serene beauty after the storm.
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8:00 P.M.
Riku's POV
By the time the dust settled—literally—I'd already joined Kanako-sama and Suwako-sama in putting the shrine back together. The damage was worse than it looked at first glance, but with some divine intervention, lightning-aided precision, and a lot of elbow grease, we managed to restore everything before night fully claimed the mountain. Reimu and her group were banned from touching so much as a splinter, for obvious reasons.
When we were finally done, the shrine looked spotless again. The faint scent of incense returned, and the night breeze off the lake cooled the air. That's when Sanae began to stir.
Her eyelashes fluttered before her voice came out, soft and dazed.
"...Suwako-sama... Kanako-sama..."
Suwako-sama crouched beside her, patting her head. "Don't worry, Sanae. Everything's taken care of."
Kanako-sama gestured toward me, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. "And take a look at who took care of business."
The moment Sanae's eyes found mine, she froze. Then, in the next heartbeat, she shot up and practically launched herself at me.
"Riku!!! It's been so long since I've seen you! Onee-chan missed you so much! Look how much you've grown! Onee-chan is so happy!"
Her words tumbled out in one emotional rush as she hugged me tight, rubbing her cheek against mine and ruffling my hair like I was still a kid. I could almost hear the collective disbelief radiating from the other girls.
Rinko blinked. "Riku did tell us that Sanae-san was a doting onee-chan, but... I didn't think she'd be this doting."
Miyu's tone was caught somewhere between awe and secondhand embarrassment. "It's kind of adorable... and terrifying."
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Lisa and Hina reaching for their phones, no doubt planning to capture the moment for blackmail material. Before they could even unlock their screens, Aichi's hand clamped down on Lisa's wrist, and Kaguya's voice cut in with a warning calmness.
"Don't even think about it," Aichi said flatly.
Kaguya pointed toward the far side of the shrine, where four very sorry figures sat in a corner—Reimu, Marisa, Remilia, and Flandre. Each one was pitch-black from soot, smoke curling lazily from their hair and clothes like overcooked tempura.
"Do it," Kaguya said dryly, "and you'll end up like them."
That did the trick. Lisa and Hina both paled, tucking their phones away as fast as humanly possible.
I sighed inwardly, realizing I may have gone a bit overboard earlier. I'd forgotten to lower the intensity of my spell before firing it. My bad.
Once Sanae had finally released me, she turned her attention to the assembled guests with the bright, open smile of someone who could bless or banish you in the same breath.
"Ah, much better~" she said, clasping her hands together. "Let me introduce myself properly, desu~! I'm Kochiya Sanae, shrine maiden of the Moriya Shrine! Now..." Her eyes narrowed playfully, scanning the group. "Which one of you girls are Riku's fiancées? We got a notice from Yukari-san that he's engaged to two girls."
The atmosphere turned to ice.
I felt about a dozen pairs of eyes swing toward me in perfect unison. Rinko, Miyu, and Eli looked as if they'd just been pushed onto a stage without a script. I met their gaze, gave a quiet nod, and silently mouthed go on.
After a few moments of inner turmoil, the three of them stepped forward, trying their best to look composed.
Sanae's grin widened. "Oya? So you three are Riku's fiancées?"
Rinko's voice trembled slightly. "W-we are... My name is Shirokane Rinko."
"I'm Sakurada Miyu," Miyu followed, her tone steadier but her hands clasped in front of her.
Eli finished with the poise of a trained leader, bowing slightly. "And I'm Ayase Eli. It's an honor to meet you."
Behind them, the rest of the girls exchanged uncertain glances, bracing for what Sanae might do next. The shrine maiden's smile softened into something maternal.
"Don't be nervous," she said gently, motioning toward the tatami. "Sit down."
The three obeyed, kneeling in front of her while she observed them with unnerving focus. Her eyes glowed faintly—a telltale sign that she was using her spiritual senses.
Rinko fidgeted. "S-Sanae-san... what are you doing?"
Before Sanae could answer, Suwako-sama waved a hand with a teasing grin. "Don't worry about it, Rinko-chan~ Sanae's just checking if you've got any impurities in you."
Miyu tilted her head. "Impurities?"
Kanako-sama, standing nearby, folded her arms. "Sanae specializes in purification. It's her forte. While the Hakurei shrine maiden over there focuses more on combat, Sanae's power lies in cleansing and healing."
Eli nodded thoughtfully. "So she's a spiritual healer then."
Sanae beamed. "Yup! And from what I can tell, the three of you are completely pure. No lingering negative energy or foreign traces. Onee-chan is very happy Riku chose you three."
The girls visibly relaxed—until Sanae leaned in, resting her chin on her hand and giving a mischievous smile that could make even Kanako-sama sweat.
"Now," she said sweetly, "what made you fall for him? As his onee-chan, it's my right to know."
The question landed like a spark in dry grass. My fiancées froze, wide-eyed, as the pressure in the room shifted. Suwako-sama covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. Kanako-sama just smirked knowingly.
I could only sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. Here we go again...
Rinko didn't hesitate when Sanae asked. Her voice was soft, but steady — honest in a way that made the room quiet down.
"Riku helped me with almost everything when we were still young," she said, smiling faintly. "He even helped me with piano practice. And through all that, he never once asked for anything in return. As the years went by, my feelings for him grew... until I realized I couldn't imagine life without him."
Sanae listened in silence, her expression warm but sharp — the kind of look that could see right through lies. "I see. Riku did tell me about you," she said with a nod. "And I can tell your feelings for him aren't shallow ones." Her gaze shifted to the other two. "What about you two?"
Miyu met her eyes next, her hands folded neatly on her lap. "Riku-san was my idol," she began. "He's the reason I became a DJ. When I saw him perform for the first time, I couldn't look away. The way he played... how he owned the stage... and the way his music spoke to people—it drew me in completely. It wasn't just admiration anymore. I fell for him."
Sanae hummed thoughtfully, clearly moved, then turned to Eli. "And you, Eli-chan?"
Eli straightened her posture, but her tone came out honest—bare, almost vulnerable. "To be honest... I despised Riku at first."
The air shifted. A few gasps slipped out around the room, though I didn't react. I'd expected her to be direct about that part.
Sanae blinked in surprise, while the rest of the girls looked at her in disbelief. Eli continued, voice calm but firm.
"The reason was simple: I didn't trust men. When I first met him, I wanted nothing to do with him. But then I saw how easily he got along with my cousin... and it made me curious. When I finally talked to him, I realized he wasn't like the others I'd met. He was... patient, understanding. He never forced anything. Bit by bit, my walls started to fall, and my feelings changed. I stopped resenting, and started admiring... and eventually, loving him."
Silence lingered after her words, the kind that felt heavy and sincere.
Sanae leaned back slightly, folding her arms. "I see. I can tell from your eyes that all three of you mean what you say." Her smile softened — then turned sly. "But tell me... are you willing to stay by Riku's side for the rest of your lives?"
Rinko didn't flinch. "I made that decision the moment I fell in love with him, Sanae-san."
Miyu nodded, her voice steady and reverent. "The Lord has given me this path. If it means walking beside Riku, then I'll abide by it, with gratitude."
Eli smiled faintly. "For most of my life, I've followed what others told me to do. But this... this is my own choice. And I have no regrets."
Their words carried weight — the kind that doesn't come from rehearsed affection, but from conviction.
Even so, Sanae tilted her head with a teasing grin that sent a chill down my spine. "Hmm... to be honest, I'm still not convinced."
Rinko blinked. "Eh?! You're still not convinced?!"
Eli frowned. "Even after all we said?"
"Don't be so down," Sanae said sweetly. "There's still one way to convince me."
Miyu raised a brow, wary. "And... what would that be?"
Sanae clasped her hands, the picture of innocence—if you ignored the glint in her eyes. "Simple~ I want you to kiss Riku. Right here. In front of me."
The room went dead silent.
Every girl present — from Roselia to Pastel✽Palettes to μ's — froze in disbelief. I could practically hear someone's brain short-circuiting.
Rinko, Miyu, and Eli turned crimson in unison.
Rinko stammered, "Y-Y-Y-You want us to kiss Riku here?!"
Miyu's voice cracked slightly. "I-Is there any other way?"
Sanae only smiled wider, leaning on her elbow. "Didn't you all just say you love him with all your heart? Then you shouldn't have trouble showing it. A kiss is a simple proof. Come on now, don't be shy~ Onee-chan is waiting~"
The three of them sat frozen like statues, glancing between each other and me, unsure whether to move or melt into the floor. Around us, the other girls had gone utterly silent—half mortified, half dying of curiosity.
I exhaled slowly, ready to tell Sanae to quit playing around, when Eli suddenly stood.
Without a word, she walked over and stopped right in front of me, her expression unreadable. Her hands rested gently on my shoulders, and the warmth of her touch silenced every stray thought.
For a heartbeat, time stalled. The chatter in the background faded. Even Sanae's teasing grin faltered slightly as Eli leaned closer, her breath brushing against my skin.
Eli's eyes met mine, trembling but steady in resolve.
"E–Eli?" I muttered, sensing what she was about to do but unable to move.
"Sorry that I have to do this in front of them..." Her voice was barely a whisper, "...but I have to."
Before I could react, her lips were already on mine.
The room exploded in chaos. Gasps, shrieks, and even a few cheers filled the air, but all that faded the moment I felt Eli's warmth press against me. She wasn't holding back—her kiss carried years of pent-up emotion. When I felt her tongue brush against my lips, instinct kicked in. Two could play that game.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and the other behind her head, pulling her close. Eli shuddered as I deepened the kiss, taking control. Her resistance melted away completely, leaving only the faint sound of our breathing between us. When we finally broke apart, a thin line of saliva lingered, glinting faintly under the lights.
I couldn't help a small chuckle. "So, how was your first kiss?"
Eli's only response was a weak, blissful nod. Her face was red as a ruby. "H–Hot... and intense..." she breathed, barely holding herself together.
All around, μ's was in uproar.
Nozomi whistled low, her tone teasing. "Wow~ to think Elicchi had the guts to kiss Rikucchi right in front of everyone~"
Umi, predictably, looked like she'd combust. "S–So shameless!" she stammered, clutching her face.
Hanayo fainted outright. Honoka, Kotori, Rin, and Maki were red to the ears, steam practically rising off their heads. Nico, though, just grinned—arms crossed, clearly impressed.
While Eli was still catching her breath, Rinko stood up, her hands trembling slightly but her eyes firm. She walked toward me, glancing at Eli, who nodded in silent approval and stepped aside.
"Y–You know the rules... right?" she said softly.
"I know."
Without waiting another second, Rinko leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't as fiery as Eli's—it was tender, nostalgic. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and for a brief moment, everything else faded away. The warmth of her lips carried years of quiet devotion. When we finally parted, she rested her forehead against my chest, her voice muffled.
"...I missed this," she whispered.
I held her close, one hand gently rubbing the back of her head. Around us, Roselia's members—Yukina, Lisa, Ako, Sayo—were blushing like crazy, but even through their embarrassment, their expressions softened into approving smiles.
Then I felt a small tug on my sleeve. I looked down and found Miyu standing there, face flushed, eyes shimmering with nervous determination. She didn't say a word. She didn't have to.
Rinko stepped aside with a knowing smile, and I bent down slightly as Miyu reached up to kiss me.
Her lips trembled at first, but as our mouths met, that hesitation vanished. There was no lust, no pretense—just honesty. The kind of honesty that could only come from someone who had loved quietly from the shadows. When we separated, tears welled in her eyes. She smiled through them as I gently patted her head, and she leaned into the touch like a kitten finding warmth.
It took a while before the three of them—Eli, Rinko, and Miyu—could collect themselves. Once they did, they sat on either side of me, their hands intertwined with mine, faces still red but serene.
I turned toward Sanae, who was watching with a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Will that convince you enough, onee-chan?" I asked, half-exasperated.
Her expression softened. "What you girls did just now shows how dedicated you are to Riku." Then, with a proud nod, she declared, "As his onee-chan, I approve!"
The room erupted again, but Sanae wasn't finished. She raised her right hand, and with a flick of her wrist, her gohei appeared, shimmering faintly in a green light. She tapped each of the girls lightly on the head—Rinko, Miyu, and Eli—and immediately, their bodies were enveloped in a gentle emerald glow.
Umi's eyes widened. "W–What's happening to them?"
Suwako-sama stepped forward, her expression calm. "What you're seeing is Sanae's power in action."
"Power?" Hanayo murmured faintly, having just regained consciousness.
I crossed my arms, explaining, "Sanae's power lies in creating miracles. Right now, she's bestowing one upon them."
Aichi, standing nearby, nodded slowly. "But miracles aren't instantaneous. They take effect when the right time comes, correct?"
Sayo tilted her head. "So it's like... when your back's against the wall, it activates or something?"
Kanako-sama chuckled. "That's one way to put it. Yes, Sanae's miracles only work when they're truly needed—and only for humans. There's a balance to maintain."
Eve hummed thoughtfully. "So there is a drawback after all."
When the light finally faded, Rinko, Miyu, and Eli looked down at their hands and bodies, half expecting some physical change.
Miyu blinked. "Sanae-san, what did you do?"
Sanae twirled her gohei once before making it vanish. "I blessed you with a miracle," she said warmly. "It'll manifest when you need it most. Use it wisely. Think of it as a gift—and my formal approval of your love for Riku. I trust you three to take care of him... and to share him with his other potential wives."
The three exchanged a glance, then turned back to her, standing tall and proud.
"Hai!" they answered in unison, voices bright with conviction.
I smiled faintly, relieved that everything went smoothly. "Oh right, before I forget," I said, pulling out a medium-sized box wrapped neatly in white paper. "Here you go, Sanae. Brought you something you might like."
Curious, she took the box from my hands, unwrapping it carefully. When she lifted the lid, her jaw dropped.
"Unbelievable!" she gasped, eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy store. "The limited edition 00 Quan[T] Full Saber—Full Metal Edition! Do you have any idea how hard these are to find?! The whole frame's metal instead of plastic! It's a nightmare to assemble but... once finished, it's a masterpiece!"
Her enthusiasm drew laughter around the room.
"Where did you even get this, Riku? I've been saving up a lot of money just to buy this!" she asked, still admiring the box like it was sacred.
"When I got your invitation, it was the first thing that came to mind. I knew you'd been trying to get one, so I took a trip to Yokohama and found a shop willing to give me a good discount."
Sanae nearly tackled me in a hug. "Thank you so much, Riku! I'll start building it when I have the time!" She placed the box carefully beside her, eyes still gleaming. "But for now... since I've met Riku's future wives, how about the rest of you introduce yourselves?"
As the evening carried on, the party truly came alive. Plates clattered, laughter echoed, and for once, the air felt light. Even the shy ones—like Hanayo and Rinko—found themselves drawn into conversation, while Eli and Miyu lingered close to me, their hands occasionally brushing mine under the table.
At the far end, Sanae and Suwako-sama chatted animatedly about model kits and miracles, occasionally glancing toward me with amused smiles.
For a brief moment, I just sat there, letting the noise fade into the background. Watching the people I cared about—old friends, new allies, and the three women who had just bared their hearts before everyone—I felt something quiet settle inside me.
Peace.
It wasn't often I got to have moments like this. But tonight, surrounded by laughter and warmth, I allowed myself to breathe.
Just for a little while.
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Mount Moriya - Lake Suwa
11:30 P.M.
The party at Mount Moriya had lasted longer than anyone expected—one of those nights where time just slipped away under laughter, music, and a little chaos.
After Roselia, Pastel✽Palettes, and μ's finished their introductions, the residents of Gensokyo took their turn. Alice went first, elegantly introducing herself as the owner of 7 Rainbow. The moment she mentioned it, both Kotori and Rinko lit up. They were drawn in by her poise and mastery of design, eagerly asking questions about fabric, tailoring, and stage coordination. Alice, with her calm composure, offered to mentor them both. Yukina and Aichi gave their approval on the spot, sealing an unlikely but promising partnership between two aspiring designers and one of Gensokyo's most meticulous magicians.
Not long after, Satori-san arrived—Koishi skipping along at her side, with Okuu and Orin trailing behind. Suika and Yuugi came too, naturally acting as their guards. Following them were Luna-sensei, Lyri-sensei, and Mer-sensei—each a familiar face from the Prismriver Ensemble, personally invited by Suwako-sama herself. I couldn't help but smile. Having them here made it feel like the circle was complete.
Then came Hatate and Momiji. I asked Hatate about Aya's absence, but she said Aya was accompanying Megumu-san on "something important." Judging by Hatate's expression, it was probably another one of Aya's reckless "exclusive scoop" adventures.
Reimu, Marisa, Remilia, and Flandre finally woke up not long after that—conveniently when the food arrived. Of course, I demanded an explanation for the danmaku mess earlier. Their reason? They were fighting over a box of pudding.
Four powerful beings nearly leveled part of the shrine because of pudding.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying not to lose it. "You're apologizing to Sanae. Now."
Reimu immediately did, especially when I mentioned telling her mother. Marisa took a little longer to fold—until I threatened to confiscate every book she'd stolen from Patchy and return them myself. That got her on her knees faster than I expected. As for Remi and Flan... I simply said, "I'll tell your father." They turned pale, bowed their heads, and muttered synchronized apologies.
Crisis averted—barely.
Later, Eirin-san and Udongein arrived unexpectedly. When I asked why they weren't keeping an eye on Kuroka, Eirin-san explained that the moon rabbits had taken over monitoring her, ensuring she didn't try anything reckless. She also mentioned Kuroka's condition had improved greatly over the past few days. Hearing that lifted a weight off my chest I didn't realize I'd been carrying.
Once everyone settled in, the real party began. Suwako-sama wasn't kidding when she said Sanae went overboard. The food stretched across several tables—traditional dishes, festival snacks, and drinks of every kind. Thankfully, having two hungry oni on hand (Suika and Yuugi) meant nothing went to waste. The sake flowed freely, though there was plenty of juice and soda for the younger ones.
At one point, Luna-sensei, Mer-sensei, and Lyri-sensei took the stage, their instruments lighting up the night with the same ethereal sound that made the Prismriver Ensemble famous. Yukina was practically hypnotized watching them, studying every note and motion. PasuPare's members were no less starstruck, crowding around after the performance to ask for tips.
While the music continued, Rinko, Miyu, and Eli approached me.
"Riku," Eli said, half-laughing, "is it just me, or does Sanae have an unusual passion for mecha?"
I chuckled. "Unusual? Try lifelong obsession. She's a hardcore mecha otaku—knows every Gundam model by serial number."
Rinko blinked. "So that explains her reaction earlier."
"Yeah," I said, smiling. "If she weren't a priestess, she'd probably be a model kit reviewer on YouTube."
Hours passed in a blur of laughter, performances, and games. Slowly, exhaustion began to win. One by one, the girls dropped off—some dozing on couches, others leaning on each other like fallen dominoes. Kanako-sama and Suwako-sama stepped in, assigning rooms for everyone to rest.
Eirin-san and Udongein left soon after, with Udongein carrying a sleeping Kaguya on her back. I walked them to the gate, and Eirin-san reminded me to visit the villa tomorrow. I nodded, telling them to take care.
Now, the laughter had faded, leaving only the calm hum of the night. The stars reflected on Lake Suwa like shattered glass scattered across still water. I stood by the shore, following Iku's advice from days ago—to draw in spiritual energy. Tenshi's recovery depended on it.
I took a slow breath and closed my eyes. The air felt alive here, thick with sacred power. The gentle pull of the lake's spirit resonated through me, the energy flowing like a tide into my body. The faint scent of pine and cold mist filled my senses.
Minutes passed in silence before I sensed someone approach. A soft presence, familiar and steady.
I opened my eyes. "Aichi," I said quietly. "You're here. Can't sleep?"
He stood beside me, hands tucked into his pockets, looking up at the moon. "Not really. I usually sleep later."
"I see. What about the others?"
A faint grin touched his lips. "Wasted. Seems they couldn't handle Yuugi-san's sake. Me, Suwako-sama, and Kanako-sama helped carry them to the guest rooms."
I chuckled. "Should've seen that coming."
He tilted his head. "And you? What are you doing out here?"
"Following Iku's advice," I replied, my gaze drifting back to the lake. "She told me that Tenshi might recover faster if I spend time near strong sources of spiritual energy."
At that, I noticed his shoulders tense slightly. The calm expression on his face wavered, replaced by something quieter—longing, maybe. I could tell he'd been holding back for a while. He missed his sister deeply.
So I told him everything.
Every detail I'd learned about Tenshi's condition, about what Iku and Eirin-san had explained—the truth of her limitations, the cost of her existence, and the fragile thread connecting her soul to the world. I didn't hold back, because he deserved honesty.
When I finished, Aichi didn't say anything at first. He simply lay back on the grass, hands behind his head, staring up at the night sky. The moonlight framed him in silver, soft and reflective.
After a moment, he spoke. "So in the end... even if nee-san fully recovers, she won't be able to do what she did in Stockholm anymore." His tone was calm, but there was a crack of sorrow beneath it.
"Unfortunately," I said quietly. "That's the reality. I'm still trying to figure out a way for her to talk to you—without having to manifest physically."
Aichi's eyes stayed fixed on the stars. "You're always trying to find solutions for everyone else," he murmured. "But even if there isn't one, I'll still be grateful. Just knowing she's alive somewhere... that's enough for me."
Aichi's question caught me off guard. "Say, Riku... how does it feel getting engaged to three girls at the same time?"
I blinked, staring at him. That was... abrupt. Then again, Aichi's never been one to circle around his curiosity.
"Why ask me that all of a sudden?" I asked.
He shrugged lightly, eyes on the lake. "When I saw you kiss Rinko-san, Miyu-san, and Eli... it looked like it's getting harder for you."
I exhaled slowly, watching the reflection of the moon ripple across the water. "Hard, huh... yeah. You're not wrong. Rinko, Miyu, and Eli—they're all so different. Their personalities, their preferences, even how they express love. Balancing all of that while treating them equally... it's exhausting sometimes." I smiled faintly. "But my love for them keeps it steady. It's like walking a tightrope, but the rope's made of something you'd never want to let go of."
Aichi nodded, his expression softening. "I see... Riku, you know me and Kotori are going out, right?"
"I know. You're engaged, aren't you? Why bring that up? Don't tell me—"
"Yeah." He scratched his head, a little sheepish. "When I told them about the harem plan, Kotori was actually trying to convince me to date both Honoka and Umi with her."
I tilted my head. "You're serious?"
"I am. Honoka and Umi—I've known them for a long time, back when I was staying in Tokyo. When Kotori told them about our engagement, I could see how much it hurt them." His voice grew quieter. "They smiled, but I could tell. Especially Umi."
I leaned back on my palms. "So that's what's eating you."
Aichi sighed. "Guess I didn't have to say much. You caught on quick. Riku... what should I do?"
That question sat between us for a while. The breeze off Lake Suwa was cool, brushing the grass and carrying the faint scent of cedar. Honestly, I didn't have a perfect answer. But I couldn't just leave him hanging either.
"Tell them how you really feel," I said finally. "No masks, no excuses. Just... be honest."
He raised an eyebrow. "You think that'll work? Honoka might understand, sure, but Umi—she's different. She might hate me for it. If that happens, it could break μ's apart."
I turned to him, my tone firmer. "You always do this, Aichi. You overthink everything until you've already lost before even trying. Tell me something—has Umi ever hated you? Even once?"
Aichi looked down. "No. Never."
"Then that's your answer." I leaned forward slightly. "She's not the type to hate without reason. Show her that you're serious about her. That you're the man she can trust. That's all you need to do."
Aichi looked like he was about to argue, but then I added, "And just so you know, Tenshi told me the Sonoda family already approved of you being with Umi."
He blinked. "Nee-san said that?"
"She did. She even joked that you'd end up in a harem before I got a girlfriend." I chuckled, remembering the teasing smirk on Tenshi's face that day. "So yeah. Tell Honoka and Umi what you really feel. I think they'll understand—eventually."
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I... guess I'll give it a try. Once the results of the first round of Love Live come out."
I nodded. "Fair enough. It's your move to make." I stretched my arms, glancing at him with a grin. "Now then—how about a spar? For old time's sake?"
He looked at me like I'd just challenged him to arm wrestle a god. "You sure? You used a lot of magic frying those four earlier."
"Not using magic this time," I said, standing up and brushing the grass off my pants. "Just pure combat skill."
Aichi stood as well, brushing his hair out of his eyes before sliding into his stance—measured, balanced, sharp. No words needed.
I smirked. "Guess that's a yes."
The lake was calm, reflecting the stars. Somewhere near the shore, a frog croaked softly. The sound became our signal.
The instant it echoed, we moved.
Two silhouettes, closing the distance. The impact of our fists cracked the night air, rippling across the surface of Lake Suwa like thunder without sound.
Meanwhile, in Riku's Landscape
3rd POV
Within the vast, ethereal halls of the Dragon Palace—Riku's inner world—the air shimmered faintly with spiritual energy. Crystalline pillars pulsed like veins of light, carrying the rhythm of his soul. Inside, Iku stood by one of the tall windows, watching the horizon.
Beyond the glass, waves of golden energy ebbed and flowed in the distance. The faint hum of divine resonance filled the silence—a reminder that Riku was once again drawing power from the Moriya Shrine.
Iku folded her arms with a faint smile. "So he listened after all. With this much spiritual flow, it's only a matter of time before Tenshi recovers."
She turned to look at the girl resting on the bed nearby. Tenshi's body was still, her breathing soft and even, strands of silvery-blue hair resting across her face. For so long, she hadn't moved a muscle. But now—
Iku's eyes widened slightly.
One of Tenshi's fingers twitched.
Then another.
"Well now... that's interesting." A soft laugh escaped her lips. "It seems the spiritual energy from the Moriya Shrine is even more potent than I thought."
The Dragon Palace's luminous halls seemed to brighten in response, the flow of energy pulsing faster through its veins. Iku could feel Tenshi's essence stirring beneath layers of divine rest—slowly, but surely waking.
"You might recover sooner than I expected, dear." Her voice softened as she reached out, brushing a loose lock of hair from Tenshi's forehead. "Riku really has been trying hard for you."
After a quiet moment, she turned back toward the window. The glow of the lake's reflection was faintly visible through the metaphysical barrier—enough for her to see what her host was doing.
"Hmm...?"
Her hand flickered with pale light as she extended her perception beyond the palace. Through the mirror-like surface of her power, she could see Riku and Aichi outside—circling each other, exchanging blows under the moonlight. Each punch, each movement, carried emotion as much as intent.
Iku chuckled softly. "Men. Always speaking best with their fists."
She walked over to a small cabinet at the corner of the chamber and opened it, revealing a neatly arranged shelf of snacks—some real, some spiritual recreations. Picking out a bag of chips and a can of soda (imported, courtesy of Riku's memories), she sat down on the couch and watched the scene unfold like it was a live broadcast.
Her eyes softened as she leaned her cheek against her palm. "You've come far, Riku. Not just as a fighter, but as someone who finally understands what connection means."
Outside, the two continued to clash—not with rage, but with respect. Aichi's technique was sharp, steady, clean. Riku's movements, fluid and unpredictable, flowed like lightning on water. They pushed and pulled, each testing the other's reflexes, their laughter occasionally cutting through the night.
To anyone else, it might've seemed like a friendly spar. But beneath it was something quieter—a shared understanding between two men who had both lost, endured, and grown.
As the fight went on, Iku took another sip of soda and smiled faintly. "Keep pushing forward, Riku. The world still has need of you."
Her gaze shifted once more to Tenshi, whose breathing had deepened ever so slightly. The corners of Iku's lips lifted. "And you... just a little longer. He's waiting."
Outside, the moonlight shimmered on Lake Suwa. Two figures sparred beneath it—friends, brothers in spirit, heirs of power and promise. Their fists met again, sending ripples through the water, as if the lake itself acknowledged their bond.
Somewhere deep within Riku's soul, light stirred.
To be Continued...
Spells Used this Chapter:
Thunder Sign: "Wrath of the Thunder Dragon God"
Spell Type: Offensive Spell Card
Target: AOE
Danmaku Type: Energy Bullet
Element: Moon, Wood
User: Nagae Riku