The psychological burden of being asked to simultaneously get along with four new people for someone who had never gone out of her way to make a friend in her life was something Masachika hadn’t even considered. It didn’t help that he claimed he would be there for her like he always was, then not help at all, since he wrongly assumed that she was doing fine on her own, and to top it all off, he got jealous…
“You’ve exceeded all of my expectations as a partner… I really admire you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you as much as I should have been. I’m really sorry…” Masachika apologized in a voice tainted with regret. Alisa shook her head, but Masachika still seemed to be pained by a sliver of guilt, and he passionately added:
“You really are amazing… You worked as a team, and you even found out how to be a leader—two things you weren’t used to doing. You have been working so hard.”
He lightly patted her on the back until she eventually spoke up.
“I always thought I was the hardest worker and that I was the best, but I was wrong.”
It was an unexpected confession, but Masachika didn’t say a word. He only listened.
“I finally realized that it was nothing more than a fantasy during the closing ceremony speeches.”
Hearing her self-deprecating monologue immediately reminded him of her speech, where she acknowledged how inexperienced she truly was.
“While I’m working hard on some things, others are working hard on completely different things. There is not a single person that I’m better than at everything. Take my singing, for example. I might be able to sing well, but I can’t play a single instrument…”
Her voice relaxed before she quietly added:
“I don’t have the skill set that Sayaka has to see the whole picture and give precise instructions to others. I don’t have the flexibility to adapt, like Nonoa. I don’t have the radiance that Takeshi has to light up the mood when things get dark. I don’t have the heart to be as considerate of others, like Hikaru. It’s no surprise, though. I never put in the effort to improve any of my relationships.”
Alisa had concluded that she had neglected forming any sort of meaningful relationship with others because she had continued to work alone all these years in order to avoid conflict, and Masachika was both touched and inspired by how stubbornly honest and harsh she was being with herself.
“So when I decided I was going to do whatever it took to be recognized as a leader…I knew my only chance was to approach them head-on. I wasn’t going to play games. I told myself that I had to work harder than anyone else so that I could lead them.”
“Yeah… You worked really hard. I mean it.”
Masachika’s heart was still festering with regret as he began awkwardly rubbing Alisa’s head again.
I should have done this a long time ago, he thought. I should have listened to her and been there for her. “Do they even need me here?” What was I thinking? Alya needed me. I’m her partner before I’m their band manager, dammit. If the band seemed like it was going well, then my first priority should have been Alya…
Regret and self-reflection filled his mind.
“I’m glad it all worked out for you,” he warmly told Alisa.
“…Me too.”
After she nodded, she buried her face into Masachika’s shoulder and whispered:
“<It feels so good to be appreciated…!>”
He couldn’t completely comprehend exactly what she meant by that. She appeared to be relieved that they recognized her as a leader, but that didn’t seem to be the full story. However, before he could clear up any doubts there may have been, an unwelcome visitor suddenly appeared backstage.
“…?! Huh?!”
The scream belonged to the same boy who, by curious coincidence, had seen them alone backstage yesterday as well. But this time what he saw was Alisa trying to hold back her tears while burying her face into Masachika’s chest while he gently stroked her head. The male student smirked at the misleading sight and asked:
“So, uh… I take it she liked the engagement ring?”
“…Sure, let’s go with that. Do you think you could give us some privacy now?”
“Oh, of course. Enjoy…”
After making sure the student returned to the stage wing, Alisa stepped away from Masachika with a slightly uncomfortable expression.
“…Are you feeling better?”
Alisa touched her eyes.
“I think my eyes might be a little red.”
“A little, but you’ll be fine. The audience won’t be able to tell, and your bandmates won’t say anything about it, either.”
“You’re probably right.”
After she agreed, Masachika quickly changed the subject with a bright note in his voice.
“All right, then. I know it already kind of feels like we did it and the show’s over, but it’s time—”
An explosive pop suddenly echoed from the stage.
Earlier that day.
Around the time the band was practicing one last time before the show, Touya and Chisaki were busy greeting the VIP guests of the Autumn Heights Festival: members of the First Light Committee. Incidentally, all the work that needed to be done by the school festival committee was being handled by other members so they could focus on this important task.
“Welcome to our school festival. I am the current student council president, Touya Kenzaki.”
“And I am the vice president, Chisaki Sarashina.”
Gathered in the student council room, which was tidied up for the guests, were not merely former presidents and vice presidents of the student council but also the biggest heavyweights in the corporate and political world. Even the CEO of Taniyama Heavy Industries, Sayaka’s father, was among them. And…
“You must be Gensei Suou, yes? We are proud to have Yuki with us as a member of the student council.”
“You don’t say?”
…even Gensei, Masachika’s and Yuki’s grandfather, was there.
“Now, how about I show you all around? This way, please.”
After finishing their nerve-racking introduction, Touya promptly began to guide the tycoons around the school festival. Once they stepped out into the hallway, every student who saw the members of the First Light Committee (aka FLC) were overcome with surprise as they quickly moved out of the way, clearing a path for them. Of course, these students would love to say hello to these political figures and big-shot CEOs, who they would usually only see on TV or in magazines, but even the smallest greeting was forbidden. There was an unwritten rule that members of the FLC mustn’t be bothered during their time at the school festival. The only ones permitted to entertain them were the student council president and vice president, and the only exception to the rule was when a student needed to reply to something a member of the FLC said to them. Obviously, crowding around them or trying to take their pictures was out of the question. Even visitors at the school festival who were not students enrolled at this school had been asked not to bother them.
Therefore, everything was going smoothly even though their bodyguards weren’t present. They didn’t even have to limit the number of people allowed at the festival, either.
“Oh my… I do not remember a greenhouse being there when I was a student.”
“An alumnus actually donated it to our school eight years ago for the gardening club and flower arrangement club.”
“Interesting. Are you saying that the flower arrangement club is growing flowers inside there?”
“Yes, they are.”
“Someone donated an entire greenhouse. Impressive… I forget who it was, but didn’t someone donate a boxing ring a while back for the boxing club, too?”
“That would be Mr. Tamura, the CEO of Forestin. I hear he is a huge fan of boxing.”
“Ah, yes… Him…”
Touya smoothly answered the alumnus’s question while gazing at the greenhouse out the window, but while he may have seemed confident, his heart was hammering against his chest as he wondered what they were going to ask next. Put simply, he was so nervous that he was about to vomit.
After all, Touya never really had nerves of steel. In fact, up until around a year and a half ago, he was more timid than anything. One could even claim he was mentally weak. He didn’t have any confidence, and he had this insecurity that everyone around him was looking down on him and making fun of him. His groundless fears came from the inside, and he had built a wall around himself to protect his heart from the outside, and it would have stayed that way if the bold, lively warrior, Chisaki, hadn’t mercilessly knocked that barrier down. Touya was instantly attracted to her unapologetic attitude of sticking to what she believed, and it motivated him to change himself. And now…she was right there by his side, supporting him.
“…?”
Chisaki blinked curiously back at Touya’s gaze, but it was this face of hers, which knew no fear, that gave him the courage to push forward and stand tall.
“Would you like to see the greenhouse up close?”
“I would if we have time.”
“Is everyone else okay with that?”
After receiving the other alumni’s approval, Touya tightened his core and leg muscles while he confidently started to walk ahead. He was going to be a school representative that his peers were proud of and a boyfriend that Chisaki wouldn’t be ashamed of.
Once he had a taste of confidence, his tunnel vision naturally widened until it was no more, allowing him to clearly see the faces of each student staring his way, and their awestruck gazes moved his heart. Who could have imagined that someone once mocked by his peers was now respected and being watched in admiration by students in every direction. Even Chisaki, who used to be afraid of men, now looked up to him with a strong and ever-growing sense of trust. When Touya realized that he had earned all of this through his hard work, he felt something warm swelling in his chest.
“Touya? What’s wrong?” whispered Chisaki, as if she noticed something different about his expression.
“I’m fine…,” replied Touya, genuinely smiling to let her know that everything was okay.
“Can you feel that? Their gazes…”
There was no denying that people viewed them differently this year. But despite his lack of words, Chisaki glanced quietly at her surroundings and nodded as if she knew her other half like the back of her hand. As Touya’s lips curled slowly into a loving smile, Chisaki faced forward and replied with a detached tone:
“I felt two bloodthirsty stares.”
“Yeah, no. I don’t know anything about that.”
“Twenty meters ahead in front of the stairwell: the man in a blue shirt and the man wearing the black hat.”
“Wait, wait, wait. What?”
Touya followed Chisaki’s gaze, despite still not processing what she was saying. There, he found two people exactly as she described, and they were gradually getting closer.
“Wh-what do you think we should do?”
He trusted Chisaki’s judgment even more than his own during situations like this, and he was very much aware of this, so he wasted no time asking her to make a decision.
“You wait here, Touya. I’m going to—”
Chisaki began to make a move before she even finished talking, but the two men were one step ahead of her.
“…!”
They started running straight for them, prompting Touya to brace himself for whatever was to come.
“You two! Stop right there—!”
The instant that final word left his lips, the sprinting man in blue stuffed his hand into his bag before pulling out something metallic with a black luster, startling the student council president.
What…? Brass knuckles? A gun?! You’ve got to be kidding me?!
The reality went beyond anything he could have ever imagined, making him completely freeze. His brain refused to interpret the reality right before his eyes. His body wouldn’t listen to a single command, even as the man pointed the muzzle of his gun at someone behind Touya. And when the stranger put his finger on the trigger—Chisaki kicked the pistol right out of his hand. Her left leg sliced through the air like a powerful gale, accurately hitting the weapon away, before she followed up with a relentless right kick straight into the man’s groin.
“Gah?!”
There was no telling how hard she kicked him, but the man crumpled and simultaneously flew into the air. Incidentally, this would be the first time Touya had ever seen an aerial combo in real life. As the man leaned forward, he left his chin wide open for Chisaki’s fierce uppercut, knocking him even higher into the air while unfolding his body until it was perfectly straight. He had become nothing more than the ideal sandbag, forsaken by gravity itself. His pathetically helpless body was thereupon introduced to five powerful blows via Chisaki’s fists. At least it appeared to be five blows to Touya’s eyes, but it could have been even more, for all he knew.
“Rrr…bt…”
The man grunted like a frog that had been squished, before hitting the ground in the hallway. Meanwhile, the other man seemed to have been struck dumb with astonishment. Only when Chisaki set her sight on him did he begin to panic, while holding his smartphone in the air.
“W-wait! It was just a prank! It was just a prank, bro!”
“Uh-huh. Well, let me show you a reverse prank,” she proposed with a blank expression before performing the exact same aerial combo while unenthusiastically saying, “Hilarious, right?” Within the span of a mere two seconds, two men were piled on the floor. It all happened so quickly and unexpectedly that the surrounding students couldn’t even process what had happened and froze. However, after a few moments went by, a male student suddenly looked at the first man to drop and speculated:
“Hold on. Isn’t that Guilish?”
“Huh? That infamous internet prankster?”
“That’s him? Wasn’t he arrested for trying to prank some random guy on the street and injuring him?”
“Yo, this pistol’s a toy.”
“Did this guy legit try to pull off a fake assassination as a prank? Is he stupid?”
The first student’s comment triggered the other students to start moving around and talk while also giving Touya a moment to mentally regroup as well. He thereupon turned and bowed deeply to the members of the First Light Committee.
“I am terribly sorry for this. It appears a couple of people unfit for our academy have sneaked into our school festival. I am fully prepared to be punished, but would you mind if the vice president left first?”
After Touya’s humble apology, the oldest member of the FLC spoke on behalf of his peers.
“There appears to be some mismanagement at the gate…but, well, do what you need to do.”
“Thank you very much!” shouted Touya while he lifted his head back up. He then approached Chisaki and hastily whispered:
“Sorry, Chisaki, but do you think you could deal with these two bums for me? We have to figure out who invited them. I’ll handle the First Light Committee in the meantime.”
“Got it. I’ll take them to the disciplinary committee room for questioning.”
“…Don’t overdo it, okay?” advised Touya just in case, since she had already demonstrated self-defense to an almost excessive degree, but surprisingly, Chisaki firmly nodded back without even putting up a fight.
“Don’t worry. I’m just going to separate the burnable trash from the non-burnable trash.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. What does that even mean?”
“Huh? It means that I’m going to first peel their flesh from their bones—”
“Ow, no! I hope that’s just a figure of speech! Either way, don’t do that!”
But despite his horror, Touya still left them in Chisaki’s hands…
“__________! __________!”
…when all of a sudden, a violent, furious voice began echoing down the hallway.
Around that same time, Takeshi was wandering around the schoolyard with his phone in hand while searching for his little brother.
“Uh…? He should be around here somewhere… How am I going to find him with all these people here?”
His nine-year-old little brother was still very short, especially when compared to most of the crowd, who were high school students or older, so it was starting to feel like searching for a needle in a haystack. But even then, Takeshi didn’t give up as he desperately searched for his little brother…until he noticed the backside of a familiar individual wearing a baseball cap so low, it had to have been obscuring her eyes. His gaze was drawn to her, but only when she unexpectedly turned to the side did he gasp in surprise.
“…?! Nao?”
It was his supposed friend who’d suddenly disappeared a month ago. She turned around when she heard her name being called, and their eyes met.
“Takeshi…”
“Why…?”
They exchanged confused, awkward gazes within the crowd, but eventually, Nao opened her mouth to be the first one to break the silence…when all of a sudden, there was an explosion somewhere in the distance.
What? This can’t be happening…!
Sayaka stood in front of the source of the explosion with her teeth clenched while she ruminated on a conversation she’d had the week before.
“Sayaka, what is the most important trait for a member of the disciplinary committee to have?”
That was the question that Sumire had asked her during the disciplinary committee meeting before the school festival. Sayaka had rapidly racked her brain to find the answer that her peer desired, since she originally wanted to be a member of the disciplinary committee for extremely self-serving reasons. The first reason was simple: It would look good on her school record. The other reason was that it would help her get dirt on her fellow peers, which she could exploit. Both reasons were needed for her to elevate her standing at school. Furthermore, it would help her build a network of contacts that could be beneficial for her down the road as well.
Sayaka was known as a serious person and a model student, but this wasn’t a burden to her, since she figured that this was how someone needed to behave if they were going to lead. It wasn’t like she especially loved rules or despised those who broke them, so she wasn’t going to force anyone else to behave the way she did. In fact, she didn’t care about others enough to even worry about how they behaved.
Nevertheless, Sayaka wasn’t foolish enough to honestly admit that right now.
“Hmm…”
She bought time while searching for the best answer in her mind.
“Perhaps a will to always make sure there is a balance between school rules and student wishes?”
How’d you like that? Sayaka had thought while proudly making finger guns in her head. However…
“No, Sayaka.”
Her answer was immediately shot down, making her eyebrow twitch. Sumire stared off into space as if she were peering into a world that not even she had reached yet.
“The most important trait for a member of the disciplinary committee to have is…”
She paused for a second before continuing in a voice rife with envy and conviction.
“Combat power.”
What the hell is she talking about? Sayaka had wondered from the bottom of her heart, but once again, she wasn’t so foolish as to honestly put that thought into words.
“Oh… Well, if that’s the case, then I suppose I don’t meet the requirement…”
Even then, she still couldn’t help but reply sarcastically, but Sumire elegantly smiled back all the same.
“You needn’t solve everything on your own. If there is ever an emergency and you require combat power that you lack, then you would be right to call for someone who possesses the strength you need. If you can protect the weak that way, then that is the only thing that matters.”
She had posed haughtily, pressing the back of her hand against her cheek while she cackled.
I think you watch too much anime, Sayaka had thought, but she simultaneously felt a sense of closeness with Sumire. However, never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that an emergency such as this would come. After Sayaka left backstage, she started to wander around the schoolyard under the guise of finding Nonoa…when some guy suddenly lit a firecracker right in front of her.
“Eek!”
“Whoa?! What the hell?!”
As the crowd began to scream in panic, the man kicked the smoking firecracker on the ground into the crowd. Unsurprisingly, everyone nearby ran away while screaming bloody murder.
Wh-who is that guy?! Did he sneak in?!
The agent of chaos himself seemed to be strangely expressionless. There was something utterly bizarre about him, and it wasn’t only his unkempt mustache and stretched, worn sleeves.
“If there is ever an emergency and you require fighting power that you lack, then you would be right to call for someone who possesses the strength you need.”
Facing an emergency reminded her of Sumire’s advice, but before she could act, a child, who had to have been in elementary school, was shoved to the ground by another student trying to run away.
“Ah!” cried the boy, clutching his knees. After Sayaka made the split-second decision to lift him up, she immediately took out her phone.
“Are you okay?!”
“Ah. Y-yes. Thank you, lady.”
Sayaka called Sumire right away while making sure the boy was okay.
“Hey, it’s me! Sayaka! I’m in the schoolyard by the—”
But even as she explained the situation, the man slowly turned toward the outdoor stage, then began to march straight for it with his unchanging, eerie blank expression.
“Wh-what the…?!”
The sudden explosion didn’t end with a single pop but continued, eliciting an earsplitting noise that clashed with the students’ screams.
“…!”
Masachika rushed toward the stage wing to see what the thunderous noise was, immediately followed by Alisa. While still acknowledging her from the corner of his eye, he shifted his gaze toward the stage, where he saw something spewing smoke, accompanied by aggressive blasts as members of the dance club ran this way and that.
“Firecrackers…?!”
But even uncovering the source of the racket didn’t make Masachika any less confused, and before he could even process what was going on, another firecracker was thrown onstage while another simultaneously went off in the seating section.
“Hey! Get off the stage! Now!”
He yelled to the dance members onstage, but the firecracker must have been thrown in the middle of their performance, since two or three students seemed to have fallen down and couldn’t get up.
Tsk! I need something that can protect us from these giant firecrackers…
As Masachika’s eyes darted around in search of something he could use as a shield in order to take the fallen students to safety, Alisa sprinted right past him with a microphone in her hand.
“Hey?!”
She rushed onstage and surveyed the seating section until she discovered the man responsible for this chaos. The middle-aged man, who was dressed in worn-out clothes and standing behind the seating section, pulled out another firework from his shoulder bag, lit the fuse, then cocked his arm back.
“Stop right there!” she immediately shouted as her microphone-enhanced voice powerfully echoed through the speaker, making the man freeze along with the audience members he was aiming at. Their eyes reflexively shot toward the stage, where a breathtakingly beautiful young girl boldly stood as her silver locks flowed in the wind.
“Whoa…”
“Princess Alya…”
Both those who knew her and those who did not were equally captivated by her. A few seconds of silence followed until a sudden blast broke them out of their trance. The man, who had unconsciously stopped, seemed to have forgotten that he’d lit the firecracker already, allowing it to blow up in his own hand. He immediately dropped it in a fluster, then set his eyes on Alisa onstage, with an unhinged stare.
“Please do not panic and safely evacuate to—”
Alisa ignored him for the time being to evacuate the audience, but that worked out perfectly for the stranger, as he threw yet another firecracker right at her.
“Ah…!” someone shouted, his voice trembling with panic as the firecracker rapidly approached Alisa. The audience watched, their hearts drumming against their chests…when a young man unexpectedly rushed onstage from the wing and kicked the firecracker away in midair. It was like something you would see in an action movie, which warranted faint gasps from the audience. Meanwhile—
Ouch! …Wait. That actually didn’t hurt! That was a close one, though! There’s no way I’m going to be able to pull that off again!
Despite how brilliant that move he just pulled off was, Masachika was drenched in a cold sweat. One minute, he was giving other staff members directions, and the next, he was rushing onstage to protect Alisa from an incoming firecracker. Once he realized that using his hands would be dangerous, he quickly switched to his feet, but it was mostly luck that saved them.
“Are you okay, Alya?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Good.”
He made sure Alisa was safe immediately after making sure the firecracker landed somewhere safely offstage.
If I’m prioritizing Alya’s safety, then I should have used my hands…
While reflecting on his poor judgment, he stood in front of Alisa to protect her as he considered his next move.
Should I go over there myself and grab the guy? Wait. I can’t leave Alya behind…
His eyes wandered in search of a good solution until he noticed a gorgeously dressed group cutting through the crowd and heading his way. Leading the group was a female student with her signature honey-blond hair tied into two spiral-curled pigtails.
“…!”
Immediately, Masachika grabbed Alisa’s hand holding the microphone and shouted:
“I need everyone standing in front of the takoyaki stall to please clear the path! Everyone at the entrance, move out of the way, too!”
The panic-stricken crowd immediately followed orders, creating a two-meter-wide path for the beautiful woman in men’s clothing to sprint down as quickly as she could. Her honey-blond spiral-curled pigtails danced in the wind as three girls, dressed masculinely, followed in an orderly manner.
The middle-aged man seemed sort of startled by their sudden arrival, but then he threw the three firecrackers he was holding at the leader of the pack—Sumire. However, Sumire showed no fear as she calmly raised her cape in front of her face and ran straight through the fireworks without slowing down for even a moment. The instant she reached the man, she unsheathed her katana and swung in a single stroke. Although he quickly turned on his heel to escape, it was too late, for the blade had already connected with his back. Despite being a mere replica, it was sturdy enough to probably break a few bones if you swung hard enough. Plus, it was being swung by a master swordsman who easily put male adults to shame with a bamboo sword, despite being a teenage girl. Put simply, it went exactly how anyone guessed it would.
The man’s back arched until he was the shape of a shrimp, and as the lit firecrackers slipped from his hands, two female students shot past Sumire from each side to slice their fuses, extinguishing the fire like they were performing some sort of parlor trick.
The last to arrive and most petite of the girls then drilled her sheathed rapier straight into the man’s right side.
“Guh?!”
The hit to his liver brought the man to the ground, where he was immediately restrained by the female students.
“Whoa…”
“Th-that was so badass…”
“Sumire…! Ah…!”
The crowd instinctively erupted with applause, as if they had just witnessed a historical play in real time. As the crowd continued to roar, Sumire took the stage, where she was greeted by Masachika with a bow.
“Thanks, Sumire.”
“Not at all. I should be thanking you. We were only able to make it here as quickly as we did because of you, after all.”
She’s tough, thought Masachika while Sumire brushed her spiral-curled pigtails back like it was nothing.
“Will the disciplinary committee be able to handle the rest?”
“I wish I could say we have everything under control, but we have run into a few issues,” replied Sumire, glancing at the restrained man.
“‘Issues’?”
“Apparently, that man isn’t the only uninvited guest who sneaked into our school’s festival.”
““What?””
“The student council president and my lady seem to have run into two scoundrels as well.”
“What?!”
“Is the president okay?” said Alisa, sounding worried, but Sumire proudly puffed out her chest and replied:
“Of course he is. My lady was there with him, after all.”
“Uh…?”
“She’s talking about Chisaki.”
“Huh? O-oh.”
Alisa blinked in wonder for a few moments, for this was a world she was very unfamiliar with.
“There were a few more incidents around school as well… It appears a few different unwelcome groups have somehow infiltrated the festival.”
“But how…?”
Masachika immediately shook his head before thinking about it any further, since speculation could wait. What he needed to focus on right now was dealing with the situation at hand.
“All right. I should get back to work after finishing up a few things here.”
“Oh, then I’ll come—”
“You stay here, Alya.”
“Huh?”
Masachika looked back at Alisa, whose eyes were wide, and confidently replied:
“I need you to keep the audience calm. After that, talk to the students on staff here, prepare for your performance, and sing your heart out.”
“What? But…”
Are we really going to be performing after all that? Besides, I’m a member of the student council. Shouldn’t I be helping? That was what the clear hesitation in Alisa’s eyes was saying while Masachika peered right into them with a piercing gaze.
“As the manager of Fortitude, I have a duty to make sure the performance goes smoothly. Besides, I told you already. I’ll get rid of anyone who holds you back or slows you down,” he reminded her, his voice full of determination. The vow he’d made to Alisa yesterday erased all the doubt in her eyes, revealing a radiant glow.
“So trust me…and wait for me. I’ll make sure this performance happens,” he said.
Alisa clasped her hands together before her chest with a smile brimming with a sense of trust.
“I believe in you.”
“Good.”
“…Be careful.”
“I will.”
Masachika confidently smiled back at her before turning around to speak with Sumire.
“All right, so… Do you think the disciplinary committee could lend us a few members to act as security here?”
“But of course. Hiiragi!”
“At your service.”
Whoosh!
Sumire snapped her fingers, suddenly revealing a female student in glasses standing behind her… Was she a ninja or something?
“Help Alisa Kujou here calm the masses.”
“As you wish.”
Even though the female student dressed in male attire theatrically bowed to the point that it was almost comedic, she turned out to be the vice president of the girls’ kendo club. In other words, the students would be safe with her around.
“I really appreciate this. Anyway, I’ll see you guys later.”
“Okay.”
After thanking Sumire once more, Masachika made eye contact with Alisa one last time before hopping offstage and heading off to sort out this mess.
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