I became a girl group idol for my sister.

"It's already inside my stomach!"

"Then I'll take a bite of your sausage too!" Seeing the sausage in Miyamoto's hand, Nanbe Rika immediately reached out, but to her surprise, Miyamoto handed it over directly. "Then the sausage is yours, but could you also give me some fries?"

"Huh? Really? This is meat!"

"Yeah, let's go to Kanda Shrine later. I'm planning to buy some fried tofu on the way!"

Upon hearing that Miyamoto was going to buy some fried tofu on his way to the shrine, the group couldn't help but laugh and tease him.

"Are you a fox?!"

"I heard that fox spirits like to eat fried tofu!"

Miyamoto Sei, however, put his hands on his hips, looking extremely proud.

"No, I am the Sixth Demon King!"

At this moment, he was completely relaxed and stopped thinking about anything else. He was just playing around with his companions whom he had always lived with.

……

"The armor is so heavy!"

"Are we really going to have to wear armor?"

Wearing armor reminiscent of Japanese samurai from the Sengoku period and wielding exquisite katana, the graduate students were getting used to their new gear.

Three days have passed since Christmas, and today they need to shoot some footage for their CD single.

The girls of the Warring States period, of course, should showcase the charm of the Warring States era!

"Raise your hand slightly, then swing it down like this. Make sure you hold on tight and don't let the knife fly out of your hand, because it's been sharpened!"

The staff members on the side guided the group, asking them to strike as professional a pose as possible, so that they could at least look like martial arts girls.

Miyamoto Sei wasn't wearing the kind of full-body armor, but rather a set of medium armor. He also held a katana in his hand, and feeling the weight of the sword, he recalled the time he spent with his grandfather in the deep mountains.

As the heir handed over to his grandfather by his mother, that period was the most difficult time he had experienced since he came into this world.

Moreover, it was during that period that he became certain of one thing: the system would absolutely not react to martial arts techniques not produced by the system.

"Yong'an-san, raise your hand a little higher, yes, just like that. The two of you will maintain this weapon-fighting stance. That's right, very good, don't move!"

"Miyamoto-san, stand here and strike a pose as if you're going to fight Komatsu-san. That's right, that's right, you two are doing a great job, that's the feeling. Don't move for now, we're about to film!"

On set, different people struck different poses, and then all of these actions were filmed. Even after they had almost finished filming, it was still not time to rest.

"Alright, alright, let's start changing the props. This time they're fake props. We're going to film a battle scene now!"

Upon hearing what Director Miyamoto said, he habitually slid the back of the blade along his thumb, then precisely aligned the tip of the blade with the scabbard opening and sheathed it without even looking.

I've practiced this movement countless times; it's become muscle memory.

Even those who have actually studied Kendo, or ancient swordsmanship, rarely use real weapons in performances, let alone the group of people here who are not professionals. Of course, they changed into fake performance props and started filming according to the director's instructions.

"Faster! Make the movements more fluid! And make your expression even fiercer!"

"You should shout it out loud! Coordinate it with the movements, very good, just like that!"

"Imagine yourself as a samurai, and now you're on a battlefield, fighting the enemy, with no way out!!"

The director kept shouting and making everyone repeat the actions. After more than ten takes, the filming finally came to an end.

Watching everyone's increasingly skilled movements and the ever-growing sense of real samurai, Miyamoto glanced at the man staring intently at the screen, his eyes unblinking, and the man's name flashed through his mind.

Ryosuke Yamazaki is a relatively new director who has directed a crime thriller. Miyamoto Sei doesn't quite understand why Amagai Risa would choose him to direct something related to the Sengoku period.

However, judging from the requirements this person had for the movements and facial expressions, this person seems to have a good understanding of the samurai culture of the Warring States period. At least for the part that was just filmed, it was fine.

Or rather, the only problem is that he takes it too seriously. His expectations of this group of idols are almost like those of professional actors.

If this were actually filming a movie or TV series, and not footage from a single CD, the person who did those actions would probably have all been rejected, and then they would have to undergo a period of real training before filming again.

"Miyamoto-san, come here for a second!"

Suddenly, Yamazaki Ryosuke called out Miyamoto Sei's name.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Miyamoto walked over, somewhat puzzled.

Then, on the screen, Miyamoto saw himself sheathing his sword.

He looked at Miyamoto Sei, appearing somewhat excited.

"Have you studied kendo?"

Actually, it's an ancient sword style...

Okay, that's about right.

"I've learned a little bit." Miyamoto nodded.

"Okay, I understand!" Yamazaki Ryosuke nodded, then told Miyamoto Sei to leave. He waved to his staff, who were talking to each other excitedly.

The staff member shook his head frantically, and Yamazaki Ryosuke grabbed the other person's shoulders and shook him wildly, becoming increasingly agitated.

Finally, after a series of actions including making a phone call, the confusing behavior on the other end came to an end.

Ryosuke Yamazaki shouted loudly towards the place where Miyamoto Sei and the others were.

"Let's continue filming the duel between Komatsu-san and Miyamoto-san!"

"Reshoot? Was there a problem just now?" Miyamoto Sei and Komatsu Mika stood up, still wearing their armor, which was quite tiring.

“The last part is all set, but it’s a real sword. Do you two have any questions?” Yamazaki Ryosuke said.

Mika Komatsu and Sei Miyamoto both had a slight change in expression.

"A real sword?!"

"Director, wouldn't using a real knife be too dangerous?"

"Of course it's dangerous!"

Ryosuke Yamazaki shamelessly admitted it.

"But if we want to improve the quality of the music video, we can add a new fight scene, such as a fatal blow followed by a slow sheathing of the sword, combined with close-up shots. The effect would be excellent!"

"You all want this music video to be a success, right? This will greatly increase your chances of success. Why don't you give it a try?"

"I think we shouldn't take it..."

"Yes, it's too dangerous. If something goes wrong, even the worst outcome would be injury!"

Several people quickly stepped forward and began to persuade Mika Komatsu and Miyamoto.

Mika Komatsu and Miyamoto Sei remained silent, but they both had a feeling that these two were very likely to agree.

Then they discovered that they were right.

“I’m fine,” Mika Komatsu said, looking at Miyamoto Sei.

"Mika-chan!" Miyu shouted almost immediately. Then, the others looked at Miyamoto Sei with slightly pale faces. If Miyamoto Sei refused, then of course there would be no need to continue the clapping.

“I’m fine with it too.” Miyamoto smiled.

This made everyone's eyes widen.

"Nana-chan!"

"This is too dangerous!"

"Are you two crazy?"

Everyone watched the two of them, hoping to stop them from doing this, but Miyamoto Sei simply shook his head.

"It's alright, don't worry. There aren't many moves in the performance. Besides, even real katanas can be unsharpened. We can use the sharpened one when filming the close-up of the sword sheathing at the end."

Mika Komatsu nodded as well.

"That's right, and it's exactly as Mr. Yamazaki said. If we could shoot this scene up close, it would greatly enhance the overall effect of the music video."

Then, the two looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

This is a somewhat dangerous act, but it is precisely because of its danger and its authenticity that it is all the more moving.

Standing not far away, Miyu Nagayasu looked at the two of them. At this moment, their backs appeared very tall, like giants standing in front of her.

Nana Miyamoto and Mika Komatsu, one shines like the sun embracing everyone, while the other has a brilliance no less than the sun, yet is so independent.

And at this moment, I am standing behind them, chasing after the light and the gentle figure that I yearn for.

At that moment, she realized that persuasion was useless; the two of them had already made their decisions and would never change them.

So there's only one thing I can do.

"Please, please be very careful!"

“Miyu…” Shimada Yurina looked at Nagasu Miyu, who had called out those words, and then she looked at the two of them.

"Be careful, don't let it slip through your fingers!"

"That's right, it would have been better if you had said you were scared. You did a great job just now!"

Everyone started shouting too.