The Paradise of Reincarnation Begins with Eriri.

Kiyono Makoto helplessly pressed his brow.

If Eriri were still conscious, her identity could be confirmed using the team channel, but that's not possible now.

Rio Futaba: "Kiyono-kun, you can try to judge by breathing, heartbeat, pulse and other aspects."

"...I'll give it a try."

Although Kiyono Makoto felt the chances were slim, he decided to give it a try anyway.

Let's start with Eriri, the white kimono, from the far left.

Kiyono Makoto reached out and grasped the otaku's wrist, and quickly felt a clear pulse at his fingertips.

Then, I raised my hand to check her breathing; the girl's breathing was regular and warm.

"Heartbeat and breathing are both normal... Next."

Kiyono Makoto stepped up to the second-place finisher, Shiroki Eriri, and continued his attempt.

Unsurprisingly, the second-place Shiromuku Takuri still had a pulse and was breathing.

The third.

the fourth.

The fifth one...

Their breathing and pulse were indistinguishable, making it impossible to tell who was the real person.

"Eri-san, you don't want your classmates to find out about your secret of buying notebooks, do you?"

"..."

"Eri Kashiwagi-sensei, actually I am your biggest fan."

"..."

"Childhood sweethearts are so outdated!"

"..."

Kiyono Makoto tried to provoke her with words, but the five white-kimono-clad Eriris remained silent. They didn't even blink, let alone utter a sound of embarrassment or anger.

Time slipped away quietly, second by second.

The candlelight in the countless white lanterns dimmed quietly, and the atmosphere became heavy and oppressive.

Seino Makoto frowned, still unable to tell who the real Eriri was.

At this moment, another message from the senior student popped up in the team channel:

“Junior, I’ve thought of a possibility. The so-called bond of fate is an instinct that transcends life and death, just like how you always look at the person you have a crush on first when you’re at a large gathering.”

"To break the deadlock, perhaps we can start with instinct."

"……instinct?"

Kiyono Makoto fell into deep thought.

The senior student's views were full of the whimsical imagination of a literary girl, but it must be said that they did make some sense.

Finding the real Eriri using ordinary methods is obviously unlikely, but how can her instincts be activated?

"There are many kinds of human instincts, such as the stress response, pupil dilation, goosebumps, scratching an itch..."

Kiyono Makoto walked up to Eriri on the far left, reached out and lifted the girl's right arm, then put his fingers under her armpit and began to tickle her.

As her fingers moved, Shiromuku Takuri, who had been silent, began to tremble slightly.

"It really works."

Kiyono Makoto's spirits suddenly lifted.

Although Eriri couldn't move or speak at this moment, her body was still reacting instinctively.

Next, Makoto Kiyono took turns showering Eriri with affection, and none of the white kimono-clad Eriris escaped the fate of being tickled.

"...their bodies would tremble from the tickling, making it impossible to tell who was real and who was fake."

Kiyono Makoto crossed his left arm over his chest and pressed his right hand to his forehead, striking the classic pose of Detective Conan as he pondered intently.

"Only one of the five Eriris is real; the other four are replicas."

"Assuming the fake body is a 100% copy of Eriri's, then what truly constitutes a unique existence?"

Kiyono Makoto quickly thought of a possibility.

"soul."

"Just like twins in real life, their bodies may be exactly the same, and they may be indistinguishable in terms of height, weight, or build, but their souls are absolutely unique."

What qualities are related to the soul?

"character."

"Eri is a tsundere loser with a weird personality..."

Kiyono Makoto's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Right, a sense of shame."

"Shame is a psychological phenomenon unique to higher animals. The fake Eriri and the real Eriri may have the same body, but their souls are definitely different. So their reactions to shame will definitely be different."

Makoto Kiyono simply cannot find the real Eriri through love and bonds.

"But if it only triggers a girl's sense of shame..."

Kiyono Makoto stretched out his right hand, and a ball of clear water quickly condensed in his palm, growing rapidly from a ping-pong ball to the size of a soccer ball.

"Heal, water magic!"

With a decisive wave of his hand, Kiyono Makoto split the water sphere into five small water bullets, which flew towards the five white-clad Eriris girls before quietly turning into rain and mist.

As the rain fell, the hidden properties of water magic were quickly triggered.

The five white-kimono-clad Eriri in front of her trembled slightly involuntarily.

Four of the brides, Eriri, only trembled slightly, but the one on the far left, Eriri with the white kimono, trembled significantly more than the others, making her stand out.

Seino Makoto took a deep breath and decisively walked towards the white kimono Eriri on the far left.

Their bodies may be exactly the same, but the girls' sense of shame is definitely different.

Given Eriri's tsundere personality—saying one thing but meaning another—being healed and comforted by water magic in front of so many people would definitely make the girl's embarrassment explode, and that embarrassment would then affect her health...

"You are the one."

With the countdown drawing to a close, Kiyono Makoto calmed himself down and chose to trust his own judgment.

"The final step... the kiss of destiny."

Kiyono Makoto reached out his hands, gently cupped the girl's cheeks, and decisively lowered his head to kiss her.

If we don't die together, we have no choice.

next second.

An indescribable, wonderful sensation instantly swept through my brain.

So soft.

The girl's lips were as soft as cotton candy.

Then came the cool and warm temperatures, which miraculously combined without any noticeable conflict.

Finally, there's the delicate texture, which inexplicably reminds one of supermarket jelly—chewy and bouncy with an excellent taste.

Puff puff.

The countless lanterns in the shrine suddenly went out, plunging the world into darkness.

He didn't know how much time had passed—it felt like an eternity, yet also like a fleeting moment—when Kiyono Makoto suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lips, followed by the girl's embarrassed and angry, puffed-up voice:

"...You still want to kiss me?! How long are you going to keep this up?!"

Chapter 55 Eriri: Hurry up and give me back my first kiss!

"hiss……"

Kiyono Makoto subconsciously licked the corner of his lips, the pain coming from them particularly clear.

Despite being bitten, Kiyono Makoto wasn't angry at all; on the contrary, he was quite happy.

"Hakiri, it really is you."

The joy goes without saying.

If they hadn't found the real Zhai Li at the last minute, both of them would be dead by now.

The senior's assessment was indeed correct; the useless young lady is indeed a useless young lady. She will be exposed with the slightest touch... Her body can be copied 100%, but her soul is ultimately unique.

"Idiot Kiyono!"

Eriri kept wiping her lips, her pretty face looking as if it were about to bleed, even her neck was tinged with a blush, her eyes filled with both shyness and anger:

Don't give me weird nicknames!

"Yes Yes."

As Kiyono Makoto agreed, he looked around.

Previously, it was a solemn and oppressive shrine for a traditional wedding ceremony, adorned with countless white lanterns. Now, with the 'game over,' the world before my eyes has quietly transformed into a desolate and dimly lit shrine hall, clearly indicating that it is truly over.

"So, you've actually been conscious all along?"

Makoto Kiyono looked at Eriri again.

"Of course I did." Eriri's tone suddenly became resentful, and she bit her lower lip lightly. "I wanted to show off my skills, but after coming in, my body just went out of control. I wanted to call you, but I couldn't move a single finger."

"hateful!"

"Why did you have to choose me?"

"Isn't it possible to switch identities?"

Eriri got angrier and angrier as she spoke: