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"Let me answer your question, Lanzhu." Having given everyone ample time to prepare, Nana Ohba spoke slowly and deliberately. Her presence alone created a sense of pressure that seemed to shroud everyone in a shadow. "Before, I was the one who interacted with everyone."

Shiori Mifune looked at Nana Ōba with a complicated expression and spoke again: "Ms. Ōba... I am very grateful to you for helping me through this relatively difficult period..."

At first, I just thought it was a bit interesting.

The biggest change occurred in the dull and routine life.

She gained a memory that wasn't her own. In the midst of this confusion, for a time she believed she was both "Shiori Mifune" and "Nana Oba".

However, the difference between the two is too great. Nana Ohba's deep and complex emotions and Shiori Mifune's rigid personality cannot be completely integrated. In daily life, this gradually evolves into a situation similar to a dual personality.

Shiori Mifune is not proactive and has a relatively passive personality, which puts her at a disadvantage in this battle with herself. This is why Nana Ohba operates under the identity of Shiori Mifune.

She wasn't really bothered by Nana Ohba's actions.

Although Nana Oba seemed to be an outsider from her memories, Shiori Mifune did not have the sense of crisis that "everything is about to be taken away".

They have a magical connection that makes it impossible for her to feel ill will towards Nana Oba.

It was like another version of herself from another world—subtle, she felt.

Two people, similar yet different, are brought together as one by a wondrous point of intersection.

Now, Nana Ohba uses the stage setup to separate the two whose souls are entangled, intending to make Shiori Mifune respond more actively.

In other words, this special revue.

Let Zhong Lanzhu and Mifune Shiori, these two awkward people, see their own hearts clearly.

Brush away the obscuring dust so that when light shines on the diamond, it will scatter beautiful light in all directions.

“Stars,” Nana Ohba whispered, in a voice only she and Karen Aijo beside her could hear, “shine brightly.”

She suppressed her overly gentle expression; though she was merely a little calmer and raised her chin slightly, her every move inexplicably exuded an arrogant sense of looking down on her two opponents.

Aijo Karen, who was already standing next to the giraffe watching all this, suddenly rubbed her arms: "Banana's imitation of Tendo-kun is so realistic..."

I'll just stay on the sidelines and watch.

Ai Cheng Hua Lian rested her chin on her hand, leaning against the railing as a spectator.

“Zhong Lanzhu, Mifune Shiori,” Oba Nana suddenly called out their full names, and asked seriously, “Why are you participating in this revue?”

Love City Romance: This line also feels so familiar...

"Why?...Didn't you call us here?" Zhong Lanzhu asked, puzzled, while Mifune Shiori nodded silently beside her.

“You are perfectly free to refuse,” Nana Oba said. “If you don’t have the desire to go on stage and compete against me, you can only stand on the sidelines and watch.”

Zhong Lanzhu understood a little. She raised an eyebrow slightly and retorted with Oba Nana's words: "That's why I'm going to have a showdown with you! As I said before, tonight's victory belongs to me, Zhong Lanzhu!"

Shiori Mifune was quite familiar with Zhong Lanzhu's proud personality, and feeling helpless, she had nothing to say to make amends. She simply stated her answer earnestly: "Because I have to fight against Ms. Oba."

“Fighting individually, huh… that’s not bad. But at this level, you won’t be able to defeat me.” Nana Ohba nodded, assumed a fighting stance, and said softly, “Then show me—”

"Rainbow Revue, Act Two, Proud Revue, begins!" The giraffe's announcement echoed throughout the theater.

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When Zhong Lanzhu was easily defeated by Nana Oba and pushed to the edge of the stage, her brain couldn't even keep up with the speed of her body's passive defense.

Nana Oba's offensive was too fierce. Even when she and Shiori Mifune temporarily teamed up to fight her two against one, they couldn't make Nana Oba show the slightest bit of strain.

The other person seemed like a completely different person; the smile on their face, every move, and every micro-expression was filled with the pride that comes with strength.

That pride isn't offensive, nor does it evoke disgust; it simply gives one a certain feeling—

—That's how she should be.

Nana Ohba possesses strength that is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Her arms look slender, but she can easily wield long weapons, even with one hand.

Although Zhong Lanzhu understood the rules after arriving on the stage, she knew that everyone's weapon was the most suitable for them, like a part of their body, and would not be too heavy to be wielded.

But Nana Ohba's confident and composed demeanor was simply too eye-catching and too dazzling.

She felt that the other person was like the sky, like the high place, like the moon hanging overhead.

They looked down at her gently, as did Shiori.

[上ってきなさい地があるなら

(If you have a strong will, you can climb up.)

With a smile on her lips, Nana Ohba knocked her two opponents off the high steps.

[cutってみなさい热り见せて

(Let me see your anger)

She held her sword horizontally, completely unconcerned about the two men's attacks.

[心に巣くう大きな獣

(Don't be swayed by what dwells in your heart)

Sparks flew between the blades, and Nana Ohba's cloak completed a beautiful full rotation with her body, remaining firmly on her shoulders.

[心り回されてないで

(Manipulated by a giant beast)

Nana Oba revealed a battle-ready smile, the reflection of the three figures clashing on the blade.

[Unfinished の覚愿なんていらない

(No unfulfilled enlightenment is required here)

Feathers falling from the sky landed on her cloak, gently brushing against the disheveled faces of Mifune Shiori and Zhong Lanzhu.

[See this

(What I want to see is fighting with pride.)

Ding--

[そのeye differenceし

(Eyes)

The two, no match for Nana Ohba, had their weapons thrown out.

Nana Oba didn't even immediately knock off their cloaks; she simply turned around.

She climbed the steps to the top.

"You say tonight's victory belongs to you... but deep down, that's not what you really think, is it, Lanzhu?" Nana Ohba smiled, her eyes seemingly seeing right through Zhong Lanzhu's heart.

Zhong Lanzhu couldn't help but purse her lips, her expression complicated.

"Shiori, I know everything about you."

Shiori Mifune gasped for breath, trying to calm herself.

Nana Oba lowered her voice: "The light emanating from you two is too weak."

She suppressed her smile, and behind her, a brilliant golden light shone forth.

"Is this all there is to your brilliance?"

[より高くより火く

(Fly higher and shine brighter)

[Horizon photo らして

(Illuminate the horizon)

[一つ入んで一つNearlyづく梦

(Step by step towards the dream)

[それが开り

(This is pride)

Countless fluffy white feathers exploded on the stage. Standing at the highest point of the stage, on the throne, Nana Oba calmly looked down at the two who had already been defeated.

But the singing was even more passionate.

[より高くより火く

(Fly higher and shine brighter)

[会かないplaceへ

(To that place that no one can reach)

[それがprivate no boastり

(This is my pride)

"If that's all there is to it, if that's all there is to it—!" Nana Ohba suddenly raised her voice, even sounding angry, as she questioned, "Are you going to run away?! Are you going to keep running away forever?"

He left his childhood friend's side, left his social circle, left the stage of the school idol... no, it should be said that he never even set foot on it.

Don't you want to take it back? Is this all you're going to be satisfied with? Is it really okay to keep not taking that crucial step?

Why not fight for it? Why just stand by and watch? Why deceive yourself with excuses time and time again?

Why—

—Why not perform?

The stage is right under our feet, isn't it?

Nana Ohba looked at her other self with a calm expression: "Shiori, show me your true skills."

She plunged the knife in her hand into the "T" of P0 and lowered her eyes.

"...How boring."

Nana Ohba sighed softly.

The curtain falls on the stage.