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"Guardians of Day and Night"

A fleeting shooting star on stage

Shiori Hachiya is about to leave her final stage.

Shiori Hachiya will present you with the final song of your dreams.

The bright red spotlights flipped, their light shining from all directions onto the center of the smoke.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the figure of a girl wearing a Revue outfit similar in style to that of Nana Ohba emerged.

The uniform, resembling a military uniform with jet-black trim and pure gold accents, featured a bright red dress jacket secured to the shoulders with silver ropes. The lower half consisted of a black pleated skirt and long boots, a color scheme quite similar to that of a stage girl in Nana Ohba's memory, only with more red accents.

Even more striking is what Shiori Hachiya is tightly clutching in her hand—

—"...Why a rope?"

Shiori Hachiya was also a little startled. The rope in her hand looked semi-transparent and thin, but it actually gleamed with a faint metallic glint under the light. Once someone was bound by this rope, there would be several bloody marks.

But the rope wouldn't hurt Shiori Hachiya herself; she could even use the rope blade, which could cut off someone's head, to play cat's cradle.

Dream Weaver.

Weaving... could it be like this?

But no matter what, she could only think of the rope art used to hang others in the comics she had read.

Shiori Hachiya glanced at the rope in her hand, then at the twin swords at Nana Ohba's waist, and the rules of this battle came to mind:

[The coat falling off the shoulders signifies defeat.]

But... how am I supposed to use this rope to knock off Nana Oba's buttons and cut the rope on her coat?

Shiori Hachiya, I don't understand.

The lights dimmed again, and the stage equipment began to rise and fall.

The staggered platforms and stairs resemble a scene from the game Monument Valley, with Nana Ohba standing atop the slightly dilapidated stairs.

Golden spotlights formed the pattern of the 99th Seisho Festival, with Nana Ohba standing at the very center of the pattern. The lights flickered ominously, highlighting the fierce look on her face.

This time she finally got serious, holding the knife with both hands.

"The fruitful results borne on the stage"

However, everyone is still very soft.

Someone has to protect it.

99th generation member Nana Oba

I will always protect everyone's stage!

There are some slightly subtle aspects to the solfège.

In the previous recitation, Nana Oba's last line was "I will protect you forever, no matter how many times," and the object of this protection was "everyone," that is, the other stage girls.

However, this time, Nana Oba's object of protection became the stage beneath her feet.

Shiori Hachiya didn't notice this subtle difference; rather, she didn't know what Nana Ohba's pronunciation meant.

The viewers watching this revue were in an uproar.

The solfège syllables have changed!

[Brother Banana's focus has shifted from "everyone" to "the stage"]

This is bad. It seems the Dream Weaver has absolutely no chance against the Banana.

How can she use a rope for close combat...?

"Then, the farewell revue begins."

As the master of this stage, Nana Ohba coldly announced the theme of this revue.

P.S.: I'm back again!

I will not let Jiao embarrass herself by crying in front of outsiders (very loudly)

Banana has chosen a theme that fits Bee Valley perfectly, (banana is releasing water)

50. 《光へ》

The next instant, the roar of a tram came from a place that was both far away and very close.

Shiori Hachiya subconsciously looked up and saw only—

—From the dome of the underground theater, the whistling tram engine suddenly plummeted!

The tram, which crashed into the stage with astonishing force, shattered the original stage backdrop!

The stage where the two had been standing suddenly folded and twisted, and when they came to their senses, they were standing on top of a tram. The top of the tram carriage had deformed and unfolded, forming a platform large enough for them to move around on.

Where Nana Ohba stood, stage sound and lighting equipment had appeared out of nowhere. She stood with her back to the lights, and the bright lights shone behind her. Along with the strong wind pressure from the train passing through the tunnel, they stretched into a long, oppressive shadow that completely enveloped Shiori Hachiya.

Shiori Hachiya originally thought that Nana Oba's stage domain was probably limited to the underground theater area.

But I never expected that the other party could do something so outrageous.

However outrageous it may be, and however strong its sense of movement may be, it should still be performed on stage.

She gently tapped the ground with her boots; the soles of the boots on her revue outfit were of excellent quality, not only facilitating movement but also producing a pleasant sound. With the wind blowing, Nana Ohba's blonde hair and shawl-like coat billowed in the strong breeze, yet the girl remained unfazed, her posture upright.

As the music with a strong rhythm began, Shiori Hachiya was immediately terrified.

[This entrance...what a handsome woman!]

[Brother Banana taps his foot to keep the beat, and I'm ready.]

[Can you please stop stepping on the carriage and stepping on me? (annoyed)]

"The train will definitely reach the next station, but what about the stage? And you?"

Nana Oba's face was cold and stern. Her eyes were devoid of emotion as she stared at Shiori Hachiya in front of her. She simply drew her short sword lightly.

As the blade was drawn, the wind that was so strong it was blinding dissipated, and the stage lighting equipment emitted an even more dazzling light.

The next second, a light shone from the right side of the roof of the carriage where Shiori Hachiya was standing, illuminating the best spot.

It makes one feel somewhat dizzy.

Shiori Hachiya instinctively raised her weapon, assuming a defensive stance.

Following her body's instincts, she instantly wrapped the rope blade around the rising stage equipment around her, forming a delicate, spiderweb-like shield in front of her.

The next second, accompanied by a calm singing voice, Nana Ohba slashed down from above. Sparks flew as the short sword and the rope blade crossed.

Do you understand?

あなた分かりますか? ]

Do you understand the rules?

ルールが分かりますか? ]

[wi(l)d-screenbaroque

wi(l)d-screenbaroque]

Let's sing and dance and seize each other's spoils!

歌って芊って胜い合いましょう]

Nana Ohba's voice came from both the sound system and her own mouth.

It's hard to imagine that someone could sing so effortlessly while fighting, and even sing with such steady breath that it's impossible to tell she's engaged in a life-or-death battle.

Nana Oba's swordsmanship was not systematically trained; in fact, it was more for show than practical use.

Her movements were swift and beautiful; even her simple, casual slashes were full of power.

Shiori Hachiya's ropes weren't suited for close combat, but fortunately, the stage setup here gave her the opportunity to create a rope-blade formation. She dodged Nana Ohba's swords with difficulty, and although it was a bit strenuous, she was at least able to fight back.

This is much better than the disastrous first time we stood on stage together.

Shiori Hachiya is very optimistic.

This shows that I am still making rapid progress.

[If the character's [life] ends, they will disappear along with the flower.]

Servant［イノチ］Endわれば花とsanれ]

What's the next stop? What's the next stop? What's the next stop?

それから时は? Times? Times? ]

Where are you going?

あなたはドコへ? ]

"Ah...you sing so beautifully!" Having narrowly escaped another slash from Nana Ohba, Shiori Hachitani darted away, clinging precariously to the ropes she had just set up, shouting as she did so, "Next stop, of course—"

"—Of course, I'll continue to be the best hero!"

A smile appeared on her face, and she was not afraid of Nana Ohba's relentless pursuit. Her eyes were bright, and her smile grew brighter and brighter.

Only on this stage, in this intimate setting, can Shiori Hachiya's true self finally breathe.

The girl dodged and weaved, her movements becoming increasingly nimble, and the dense spider webs gradually enveloped the top of the carriage.

The cold light was sharp and gleaming, whether it was the blade of a knife or the edge of a rope.

Nana Ohba stood still, and although the lyrics were still quite aggressive, the train had already left the narrow tunnel and was heading towards a wider world.

Under the cover of night, the train's transparent tracks soared into the clouds, carried by the wind.

[Where's your brilliance? Is this all there is to it? Is it really that boring?]

[キラめきがどうしたBackturnだそのdegree]

[Insignificant]

口ほどにもないな]

None of these can be excuses for escaping.