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Chapter 462 Offering Blessings for a Beautiful Spring Day
Everyone has had a dream like that when they were young, right?

—I am special, and only I can do things that are different from others.

In the midst of peaceful daily life, everyone craves a little excitement, right?
For example, you might bump into the female protagonist at a corner on your way to school, or an incredible transfer student might appear, or a strange organization might suddenly appear, or you might suddenly awaken a strange ability—you might at least think about it once, hoping that such comic book-like things could happen to you.

Like children, they will probably suddenly realize something at some point in time, during some ordinary moment, and go through a phase of denying their illusions.

"Oh no, why hasn't my Santa Claus appeared yet...? Is it a fake one? -- No!"

Even if you behave well as a child for many days, you will eventually discover that Santa Claus is just a lie told by adults. This is not surprising; it is just a growing pain that everyone goes through.

However, although this world has no magic schools, no Iron Man organization that recruits high school students, no sudden death-defying games, and no secret societies that regularly meet in dark alleys, this world…

—The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya.

Reality can be so cruel sometimes.

Haruhi Suzumiya did not consider herself ordinary. What she went through was not a stage of denying fantasy, but a stage of denying reality.

"No, the world is wrong."

"Superpowers exist, evil aliens that threaten the world exist, and how could future humans who can freely travel through time not exist! And other worlds, of course they all exist!"

Between reality and fantasy, she abandoned reality without hesitation.

For her, it was an incredibly simple choice. Why should she abandon her fantasies on the grounds that they were "unrealistic"? What remarkable things did those so-called "realistic" human societies actually contain? At most, they were nothing more than humanity's laughable jealousy, desires, the habit of belittling others because of mediocrity, loathing for family, hunger, word games, and hypocritical friendships.

"Hate!"

When she shouted it out, the world began to turn, and she single-handedly defeated the stubborn reality.

That fateful baseball game really caused a lot of harm.

Now, all the teenagers, young women, middle-aged men, and even older men and women in Japan and the world, as well as countless organic and inorganic life forms in the boundless universe, are forced to accept a reality.

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The world version has been updated.

Although most people are unaware of it, the whole world is fluctuating with Haruhi Suzumiya's imagination. Isn't that even more terrifying?
That's something we can't help but do.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Yuki-neechan is so pretty!"

Carrying the gift bag, Aihara Enju held her breath, looking at the purple-haired girl in front of her, and exclaimed from the bottom of her heart:
"She's just like a delicate porcelain doll."

Fair skin, a well-proportioned face, dark eyes, thin lips, short hair with uneven bangs, and large glasses that cover most of her face. Her expression is not much, but Yeonju still accurately captured the two millimeters of slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, indicating that she was in a good mood.

Yuki Nagato pushed up her gleaming glasses, looking calmly at the twin-tailed girl in the yellow checkered long-sleeved zippered raincoat before her, and said, "Aihara Enju, female, thirteen years old, possesses rabbit-type genes. Birthday: September 11th, height: 155 cm, weight: 39.2 kg, torso length: 68 cm, arm length: 55 cm, normal grip strength: right hand: 1700 kg, left hand: 1680 kg, jumping ability: 57 meters, kicking power..."

"Wait...wait!"

Hearing Nagato Yuki accurately describe her physical attributes as if she were a scanner, Aihara Enju blushed shyly and said, "You don't need to go into such detail like a Kamen Rider! These numbers don't mean anything!"

It doesn't really mean anything, since neither Holy Spirit nor Battle Qi are taken into account. This is just the data on the surface, and it's far from the actual strength that can be unleashed.

But this creates a kind of... well, the kind of embarrassment that comes from having your data read out loud by the person next to you during a physical fitness test.

"Um, this is for Yuki-neechan, and also, thank you so much for saving us from the Gastrea virus..."

The girl bowed deeply. Perhaps for the Galactic Information Integration Thought Entity, developing a special medicine was just a piece of cake, but it truly saved the world of their cursed children.

"Thank you so much! You really are!"

He hurriedly handed the gift bag to Yuki, who took it, nodded slightly, and said softly, "Thank you, and... you're welcome."

Having completed her mission, Aihara Enju breathed a sigh of relief, but did not leave immediately. Instead, she quietly looked around.

There was no other reason why she volunteered to venture into this forbidden, dark place of the Grand Order, besides representing all the Cursed Children in thanking Nagato Yuki for her helping hand in the past…

She also wanted to see Haruhi Suzumiya.

Even Jagi, whom she once thought was omnipotent, was feared like a tiger and kept secret. What kind of being was he? He must be as powerful as a ghost or god, right?

However, before they found the person they imagined, an ordinary-looking, unremarkable boy appeared before them, and then he asked curiously:
"Ahem... Nagato-kun, who is this?"

"It must be Ah Xu! I've heard Brother Jia mention you!"

The cheerful, orange-haired girl greeted the unremarkable boy with a big smile, as if she had discovered some rare treasure.

"Ah?"

Kyon, who was only known by his nickname, was even more confused. He was quite certain that he had never met this overly cute and lively girl.

However, after a moment's thought with his slow-witted mind, he finally realized those two words—"Jia ■!!!"

"Could it be that?"

Ah-Xu's expression suddenly became agitated, as past memories flooded his mind like a tidal wave. His face flushed red, and he swiftly grabbed the girl's hand, nodding his head repeatedly as if pecking at rice.

"Tell me, are you also from another world? That guy sent you, right? That guy is finally going to do something decent, isn't he? It must be... Waaaaah!"

As if he were pouring out all the unfathomable pressure that had accumulated in his heart over the years, Ah Xu poured out his bitterness to the girl he was meeting for the first time. By the end, his voice was even choked with sobs, and he was so sorrowful that he could hardly continue... A single, crystal-clear, bitter tear fell from the corner of his eye.

"Ah, this... I am Aihara Enju, just as you said..."

The girl blinked and immediately grabbed the other person's hands in return, shaking them vigorously a few times, and said in a serious tone, "You really are a strange person, just like Brother Jia said."

Without hesitation, Yeonju delivered the fatal blow.

"Guwa!"

As if struck by lightning, Kyon turned ashen and collapsed to the ground in a dejected, forward-leaning position.

"Um...that..."

A soft, stammering voice came from the side, immediately catching Yeonju's attention. — It belonged to a girl with long chestnut hair, a cute baby face, and a rather large bust that was completely disproportionate to her petite figure.

Her face now wore an expression of caution and utter confusion.

"Ah...it's 1096!"

With a leap, Aihara Enju bypassed the fallen Kyon and appeared in front of Asahina Mikuru. The two, who were of similar height, were so close that their faces were almost touching.

Startled, Asahina instinctively took a step back, seemingly very nervous about a strange girl getting too close to her. At that moment, her mind went blank, and her petite, voluptuous body trembled uncontrollably, her breasts heaving.

"As expected, a baby face with huge breasts."

"Guyi—"

Feeling the intensely aggressive gaze and hearing comments similar to those made about a certain demon disguised as a high school girl, Mikuru Asahina closed her eyes and fell straight backward, seemingly having exceeded her mental limits.

"what…"

With an awkward laugh, Enju swiftly picked up the unconscious Asahina and placed her gently to the side.

"I think I understand the current situation..."

With a warm smile on his face, the last handsome and well-mannered boy present, his eyes flickering slightly, said in a certain tone, "To know us so well and obtain such accurate information, you must have a close relationship with that guy, right?"

"bingo."

Although Aihara Enju said this, she moved a little further away, as if she was wary of the boy who was showing her kindness. She had been told by Jagi earlier, "Be very careful of that guy named Fuzumi Itsuki."

Moreover, she vaguely sensed that this person's eyes were very complicated, unlike his seemingly kind and gentle demeanor.

Rotten? A tree with a rotten spring?
He's just friendly to everyone, how did he become a rotten spring?

Koizumi Itsuki's perfectly practiced smile froze completely on his face. The words he had prepared turned into a string of gritty words stuck in his throat, leaving him in a dilemma: to speak or not to speak.

"Heh, heh... No wonder you're related to that person, it's practically a direct lineage..."

The three people, who were defeated by the little girl from another world with her words, broke out in a cold sweat at the same time.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In history class, students who didn't pay attention would write "meat" on Oda Nobunaga's forehead and "lewdness" on Tokugawa Ieyasu's forehead.

But Haruhi Suzumiya is the kind of person who writes on the heads of teachers and classmates, so what role does the SOS Brigade play in all of this?

—Of course, I handed her a pen.

Apart from Haruhi Suzumiya, all the other members of the SOS Brigade had gathered together, each with a different expression, but they had all calmed down.

"What exactly did that guy say about us behind our backs?"

Upon his resurrection, Kyon was trembling with rage and drank three cups of tea in one go before calming down.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Enju gave an awkward laugh. There was nothing she could do; she only got secondhand information from Jagi, while Nagato Yuki never revealed any inside information and simply suppressed the world silently.

It seems to be related to something like "information leaks" or "world line shifts," which is a very troublesome matter, hence it's a "prohibited item."

The consciousness of the information integration mindset mostly believes that if information about "Haruhi Suzumiya" is leaked recklessly, unpredictable dangers may occur, so this possibility is nipped in the bud from the beginning.

"But that doesn't mean you can just slander us like that."

Huffing and puffing, Ah Xu's medium-length hair stood on end, his fists were clenched tightly, veins bulging, and a few blurry flashes of electricity flickered in front of his bangs, emanating an invisible wave from his body.

"Damn it...damn it...damn it!!!"

A special power erupted violently from his body, and his entire being began to glow—

"Varied…"

The ordinary boys' high school student suddenly became a KOF-level player. Is this still the legendary useless Kyon?

Enju wasn't surprised. Apart from Yuki, the other three members of the SOS Brigade were all formidable. She had noticed this when she shook hands with Kyon—they had clearly undergone rigorous training.

Although she's not quite as good as him, she's still pretty good.

However, what puzzled her was why Ah Xu's aura, which wasn't particularly strong before, had suddenly surged. Did he know some kind of method to conceal his aura and suppress his power?
"He only seems to be gathering his energy when he's complaining, and the change in his hairstyle is a manifestation of that."

Koizumi regained his usual composure, looking at Enju with a penetrating gaze, ruthlessly exposing the changes in Kyon and answering Enju's doubts.

"Have I actually become a sarcastic person?!"

The girl was shocked; this was completely different from what she knew.

Kyon, whose main task was to make sarcastic remarks, covered his face in pain the moment he was being mocked. His aura as a powerful figure plummeted, and he became dejected on the spot.

"So…"

It was still Koizumi Ichiki. He looked at the seemingly innocent but incredibly sharp-tongued little girl with a scrutinizing gaze. He no longer dared to underestimate her and asked her solemnly.

"What... exactly is your purpose in coming here?"

He couldn't afford to be careless. Leaving aside the many complicated events of the past two years, the reappearance of these long-absent beings from another world likely signified an even greater upheaval was imminent.

We must take this opportunity to gather more information and prepare ourselves.

As he said, like Jagi back then, Aihara Enju also carries information from another world, and can even break through the "reality suppression" in Haruhi Suzumiya's subconscious, causing a time gap for people from the future to travel through time...

Its casual appearance could have a huge impact on the entire world.

Kyon, Mikuru, and Koizumi Itsuki all focused their attention on her, then heard Enju jump up on the spot, raise a finger, and excitedly announce:
"I want—"

"Challenge Haruhi Suzumiya!"

(End of this chapter)