Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

On the other side of the stage, Yutenji Wakamugi, who was originally very excited because of the rehearsal of the mask-unveiling segment, was listening attentively to everything going on here.

Without a doubt, she is the one who most desires to "reveal her true identity" in the entire band. This is not only to satisfy her vanity of craving attention and recognition, but also an important step for her to shed the shadow of the past and stand in the spotlight again as "Yutenji Wakamu".

The unveiling session at the final match in Osaka was of great significance to her.

And of course, she also knew Mr. Ishizaki who suddenly appeared - the nominal top leader of Winwing Office, the chairman.

In her opinion, such a big shot should have absolute power over life and death over a signed band like Ave Mujica.

So, when she heard Mr. Ishizaki say "it's too early to reveal the truth" and "why don't you think about it again", Ruomai's heart instantly sank!

She felt like she had plummeted from the clouds to the bottom of a valley, and all her excitement and expectations were extinguished like a bucket of cold water.

It's over... The chairman has spoken... The unveiling is definitely going to fail...

A huge sense of loss instantly overwhelmed her. She lowered her head and bit her lips hard.

But even so, deep in her heart, there was still a faint, almost impossible hope that Toyokawa Shoko would refute the other party's words.

Just when Ruomai was immersed in loss and almost gave up hope, she heard it.

She heard those words that exploded in her ears like thunder.

"All matters concerning Ave Mujica...are under my sole responsibility."

"Who... gave you the illusion that you could give me advice?"

The voice was calm, but the content of the words said the opposite.

Yutenji Wakamuji suddenly raised her head and stared blankly at the petite figure standing in the center of the stage with her back to her.

What kind of confidence is this?! What kind of courage?! How... handsome!!!

An indescribable excitement and admiration, like a volcanic eruption, instantly overwhelmed Ruomai's rationality!

Her heart was beating faster than ever before, and the moisture in her eyes due to loss turned into tears sparkling with excitement and emotion.

Okay, so handsome!

Xiaoxiang...so domineering...

Woo woo woo...Xiaoxiang, you are my God!

Just as Ishizaki crawled off the stage in fear and trepidation, Kujo Renji seemed to have noticed something, turned his head slightly, and glanced in the direction of Ruomai.

Then he saw

Yutenji Wakamu was looking at him with eyes full of admiration and emotion, her eyes moist.

Kujo Renji: "..."

What's wrong with this stupid cat?

the other side.

Ever since she caught a glimpse of the figure that looked like Xiangzi and Hemu disappearing in the chaotic parade outside the cafe window, Nagasaki Suye's heart has never been able to calm down.

Back at the hotel, she immediately began using the Internet and TV news to follow the sudden protest march against the "New West District Redevelopment Plan."

Soon, she keenly caught another piece of information that made her heart tighten.

——Ave Mujica was unexpectedly involved in this controversy at the same time, and even became the target of some negative online public opinion!

"Sponsored by developers again?", "Occupying public resources?", "Ignoring people's livelihood?".

Looking at those inflammatory remarks that forcibly linked Ave Mujica to local social conflicts, Su Shi's brows furrowed more and more.

Her intuition told her that this was no coincidence.

The next day, Su Shi pulled, or rather, half dragged, half dragged Chihaya Aine, who still wanted to go to the anime store, to the core area of ​​yesterday's demonstrations - the old shopping street in the west district that was facing renovation.

This time, their purpose was no longer sightseeing, but investigation.

Su Shi used her unique ability as Miss Yue Minomori to collect information without making any noise.

Unlike Aine, she didn't ask directly, "Are you boycotting that masked band?" Instead, she chatted with the owners of several shops that were still open and the elderly people who were sitting on the street to cool off, acting as a "Tokyo tourist interested in local culture."

She skillfully steered the conversation towards yesterday's parade, the future of the shopping street, and the recent online controversy regarding "foreign bands."

Through careful observation and patient listening, she gradually pieced together the outline of what happened:

The public's anxiety and dissatisfaction with the renovation plan are real, but pointing the finger at Ave Mujica seems to be deliberately guided and instigated by someone behind the scenes... This also seems to involve complex conflicts of interest between some local politicians and developers.

"Wow, Soyorin is amazing! I talked to that old man for a long time, and he seemed to tell you everything!"

Aiyin was confused and just thought that Su Shi was very good at dealing with people.

Su Shi just shook his head slightly, but his heart became heavier.

She almost exhausted herself trying to sort out the hidden clues from various fragmented information and find out the "mastermind" who might be secretly targeting Xiangzi and the others.

She even began analyzing the speech patterns and posting times of those cyber attacks, trying to find patterns and flaws.

However, just when she felt that she was about to grasp some key clues and figure out the whole story——

The wind direction changed dramatically again without any warning!

A sudden surge of online information emerged to "vindicate" Ave Mujica. So-called "civilians" released detailed data reports proving that the band's arrival had actually boosted the local economy. Previous accusations of "resource appropriation" were refuted one by one. Even some local media outlets began to shift their focus, sympathizing with this "innocently implicated" outsider band.

The previous surge of negative public opinion was completely suppressed and reversed within just half a day by a more powerful and obviously carefully planned force!

Looking at the latest reports and comments on the mobile phone screen, Nagasaki Suyo fell into a long silence.

It was as if there was a more powerful and more deeply hidden hand controlling everything behind the scenes, easily resolving the crisis.

This feeling made Su Shi feel an inexplicable sense of...powerlessness, and a deeper sense of uneasiness.

The night before the performance, the two returned to their hotel room.

"Yeah! I can finally see Ave Mujica's performance tomorrow! And it's the final show! It's going to be awesome!"

Chihaya Aine didn't have as many thoughts as Suyo. She rolled around in bed excitedly, hugging her pillow, and chattering about tomorrow's performance:

"They said there's a special segment... could it be a reveal? Could Xiaoxiang be one of them?!"

Looking at Aine's carefree and excited look, Nagasaki Motoyo sighed helplessly.

Perhaps it was because the investigation of the previous two days was too exhausting, or perhaps it was because her mind suddenly relaxed after the crisis was resolved, that night, Nagasaki Suyo was able to avoid random thoughts and fell asleep almost as soon as she touched the pillow. She slept soundly and dreamlessly all night.

However, a good night's sleep doesn't always lead to a good morning.

The next day, when the glaring sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains and woke Su Shi up, she subconsciously glanced at the clock on the bedside.

Then, her whole body froze as if she had been cast under a spell.

The hands of the clock pointed relentlessly to...

Two o'clock in the afternoon?!

The show starts at 2pm!

"Aine! Wake up!!"

Su Shi almost jumped out of the bed, his voice distorted by shock and panic.

For her, oversleeping is actually quite rare.

But... maybe I'm too tired? Or something else?

Ahhh, there was no excuse anyway, she simply overslept!

On the other bed, Chihaya Aine was also awakened. She rubbed her eyes drowsily and yawned:

"Hmm...Soyorin, what's wrong? Let me sleep some more..."

"Why are you still sleeping? Look at the time! We're going to be late!!"

Su Shi shouted anxiously as she rushed to the bathroom as fast as she could.

Aine picked up her phone and immediately lost all her sleepiness. She screamed:

"Ahhhh! It's already two o'clock?! How could this happen?! Last night... I seemed to be too excited last night. I was on my phone until really late..."

They both overslept! One was too tired, the other was too excited!

For the next ten minutes or so, the room was filled with a chaotic scene comparable to a war.

The sounds of hurried washing, rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for clothes, and the various exclamations and complaints made by the two people in panic were intertwined.

"Where's my hairpin?! I remember putting it here!"

"Soyorin, lend me your sunscreen!"

"Hurry up! Taxi! We have to call a taxi now!"

When they finally packed themselves up as quickly as possible, rushed out of the hotel, jumped into a taxi, and anxiously urged the driver to drive to the Central Concert Hall quickly, time had already slipped mercilessly to 2:45.

There were only twenty-five minutes left until ticket checking ended! Even without traffic, getting from the hotel to the venue would still take nearly twenty minutes!

"I'm going to miss it... I'm definitely going to miss the opening..."

Chihaya Aine looked at the street scene outside the window that was constantly receding and the time on her mobile phone, and she made a crying sound.

Nagasaki Suyo pursed her lips tightly. Finally, when the taxi braked suddenly and stopped in front of the Central Concert Hall, the time showed: 3:08!

The two of them practically tumbled and crawled off the bus, sprinting towards the stadium entrance. From a distance, they could already hear the ticket gate attendant using the loudspeaker to give their final urging:

"The performance is about to begin! Audience members with tickets please enter as soon as possible! The ticket gate will be closed soon!"

Their hearts were in their throats!

"Wait! Wait for us!!"

Aine yelled while waving her arms as she ran.

They used all their strength to rush to the ticket gate, where the staff were preparing to pull up the final isolation tape.

"Tickets! Our tickets!" Su Shi panted and handed over the QR codes of their electronic tickets.

The staff member looked at them, then looked at his watch, frowned, but finally quickly scanned the QR code.

"Beep! Beep!"

Two crisp prompt sounds rang out.

"Come in quickly!" the staff urged.

The two men felt as if they had been pardoned, and almost staggered through the ticket gate and entered the huge space inside the venue where the light was gradually dimming.

Finally...caught up!

........

When Chihaya Aion and Nagasaki Motoyo rushed into the inner field of Osaka Central Concert Hall almost using their hands and feet, they were greeted by a sudden darkness and deafening waves of sound.

The lights on the stage were completely focused, and the auditorium was plunged into deep darkness. Only countless waving, glowing cheering objects, like plankton in the deep sea, formed a swaying sea of ​​light.

The huge sound waves come at you like a substance, the heavy and powerful drum beats hit your heart, the violent and precise bass builds a solid foundation, the two guitars interweave a melody line that is sometimes sad and sometimes wild, and above all this is the ethereal and powerful keyboard sound, and a very penetrating female voice.

"Wow..."

Chihaya Aine subconsciously exclaimed, and her previous panic and anxiety were instantly dispelled by the scene before her and the roar in her ears.

Following the staff's whispered instructions, they crouched down and groped their way to their seats in the dark.

As soon as she sat down, Aine couldn't wait to cast her eyes towards the dazzling stage.

On the stage, five figures were shrouded in carefully designed lights and thick smoke.

They all wore intricately designed costumes with a strong Gothic style, and without exception wore exquisite and gorgeous masks on their faces, completely covering their real faces.

The designs of the masks are different, but they all seem to have some kind of flower as the theme pattern. The lines are smooth and strange, reflecting a strange luster under the changing lights.

This makes them look like a unified whole, while each exuding a unique aura.

Standing in the center of the stage, holding a uniquely shaped guitar, is undoubtedly the lead singer Doloris.

A little behind her was another guitarist, Mortis. She seemed much quieter, concentrating most of the time on the strings under her fingers, her long light green hair occasionally falling as she lowered her head.

On the other side of the stage was bassist Timoris, who stood there steadily, the bass under her fingers emitting a heavy and powerful rhythm. At the back of the stage, surrounded by layers of drum sets, was drummer Amoris. All that could be seen was her constantly waving drumsticks and the occasional swaying of her seemingly purple hair.

Finally, there is Oblivionis, a figure at the side and back of the stage, surrounded by layers of keyboards and synthesizers.

She sat there gracefully, her slender fingers flying across the black and white keys, weaving background sounds that were gorgeous, eerie, or ethereal, adding rich layers and a unique atmosphere to the music of the entire band.

Her posture seemed somewhat distant, as if she was immersed in her own world, separated from the hustle and bustle of the stage by an invisible barrier, like a deity in charge of oblivion.