Why play in a band if you don't form one for life?

"Even if you say so... I don't remember the letters you wrote to me over the past few decades... I didn't act along, I don't remember..."

“I’m sorry… I ...

"Be careful..."

Kasumi stood at the door of Nana's room, her palms bleeding.

That night, Kasumi found Shiko by the lake.

Shizi sat on the lakeshore, holding a bamboo pole in his hand. There was no fishing line on it. The fishing line just hung in the water, creating ripples that quickly subsided.

In the quiet night, Shizi sat on the lakeshore, hanging on to the fish that was impossible to catch.

He persisted like a statue.

There was no one around. Kasumi slowly approached her.

Shizi sensed it.

"I don't know what to do." Shizi didn't turn around. "I tried everything I could think of. Logically, there can't be an absolutely hopeless world. There must be hope, but I can't find it..."

"...Yes. There is a way." Kasumi said.

Ripples appeared in the lake.

Shizi listened quietly to Kasumi's narration: "Little Shizi's existence is different from ours. We are completely in the long river of time. Even if we go back, we can only go back to the source of the river. But little Shizi, you have not yet completely immersed in the time of this world. You are just slightly exposed to it. Normally, this will not affect anything, but if you want to act again, it is almost effortless for the giraffe. This is why you were able to lead us to act together at the beginning, and why I can act with you again and again."

"Not only is it effortless... Giraffe can allow you to go back to the time beyond, back to the moment when you first came into contact with this world and the throne of God was created." Kasumi said expressionlessly, "As long as we prevent His birth from the root, and then you occupy the throne of God, the history of the entire world will be reset, and we will return to the original historical trajectory - ending the band, everyone centered around CiRCLE, and everyone in Shengxiang, we will still meet and forge the same deep friendship, but that has nothing to do with this year, it will be a brand new history."

"Then, what will happen to me?" Shizi asked, his tone very calm.

"You denied all your past in this world," Kasumi replied, "so you can no longer exist in a form that we can perceive. You became a god, but we won't remember your existence."

"Oh, that's all." Shizi stood up easily, "So that's how it is, I just need to sacrifice myself, I am worthy of being the protagonist."

Finally, Kasumi couldn't bear it any longer and hugged Shiko from behind: "Please don't do this... please..."

Shizi felt a slight chill on her neck.

"But there is really no other way, so Kasumi told this, right?" Shizi held Kasumi's hand, "If you really can't get over it, just promise me one thing."

"What?" Kasumi's voice was choking. "You said, I will obey everything, but I will never forget this!"

Shizi untied Kasumi's arms, turned around and hugged her in his arms: "I still like the simple you in the past more. After resetting history, you will become that you again, right? Don't change for the rest of your life, just stay that way."

Kasumi could no longer hold back her tears, and buried her head in Shiko's clothes, crying her heart out.

After a while, Nana's door was knocked open.

Nana opened the door and found Kasumi standing outside with red eyes.

"Kasumi-chan? What's wrong? Come in." She moved aside and looked around.

There was no one. She knew intuitively that what she was going to say next must not be known to anyone.

"Banana," Kasumi said directly without coming in, "Can you cut off my Star Acceleration? I don't need it anymore."

“Eh.” Nana froze in place.

Not to mention the effect of this ability, Nana also knows how important "Pulse of the Stars" itself is to Kasumi.

Kasumi noticed Nana's shock and forced a smile: "I already have my own Star Agitation... and what I need is not just to cut it off, but to hope that Banana can keep it."

What does... that mean?

Nana looked at a piece of crystal in her hand that seemed to contain the starry sky. It was the crystallization of the power cut from Kasumi, her Star Beat.

But even if I do this, I will restore it in the next re-enactment...

Nana raised her head and looked at the giraffe.

This time, Shizi rashly attacked the demon wolf directly, but naturally failed. Everyone died and returned to this place.

Afterwards, Nana wanted to fight for it again so that she could act with Shizi again. At least she didn't want to forget the last letter from Xin.

However, Shiko looked at the giraffe and said this: "Just do as Kasumi said."

Eh?

what is that?

She saw that the giraffe's eyes, which had always been expressionless, seemed to have a hint of smile in them.

Everyone, who had gathered in the Path of Fire in Shizi's mind, heard Shizi's last words:

"I'm sorry. And bye."

The next moment, Shizi felt that his soul seemed to fly.

Break away from this current body and fly into the disordered space and time.

She gained an inexplicable sense and realized that she was in the gap between time and space. A beam of light, belonging to the giraffe, guided her to a place in the void.

There, a mass of black gas was gathering.

"That was His beginning." The giraffe's voice echoed in Shizi's consciousness. "Go, replace Him, and take your original position."

So, Shizi followed the force of gravity and floated towards that place.

That's right, that was supposed to be her position. If the giraffe hadn't interfered, she should have been there.

However, the ball of black gas quickly gathered, and the phantom of the demon wolf from the future quickly turned into reality and lingered there!

The sons were powerless to resist Him.

"Even if he was relying on instinct, he sensed the danger to his life, so he exceeded his limits and returned to this point?" said the giraffe.

Countless powers were transmitted into Shizi's soul.

"I lend you my strength," said the giraffe, "but you still need strength, your own strength."

It shows that you have clear understanding in your heart.

She stretched out her hand in the void.

I ask for help from the stars in human history and from all the shining souls.

In ancient Egypt, on the banks of the Nile River, a girl stretched out her hand.

In ancient Greece, an old man held out his hand.

In the Song Dynasty, a young girl stretched out her hand.

In ancient India, a monk extended his hand.

……

In Tokyo, a lonely girl inexplicably reached out her hand.

She felt as if something was moving away from her.

It is a very important thing, as important as your own life.

But she couldn't help doing it.

Because of what?

She didn't know, she just shed tears and saw a spot of light leaving her fingers and flying into the air.

In Shizi's hand, he held a sword made of all the brilliance of humanity and pierced through the body of the demon wolf.

The black shadow disappeared silently, as if it had never existed.

Shizi stared blankly at the empty seat in front of him.

“Position 0,” she said. “I am the rebel, the perfect full moon, the mother of all shining stars.”

All history, re-evolved.

No one will disappear inexplicably anymore.

Chapter 76 Your Song, My Song

In a sea of red spider lilies, the crystal coffin opened silently.

Shizi woke up.

"Eh..." The long sleep prevented her from reacting immediately, but she saw herself in front of the coffin.

She gradually remembered why she was sleeping and when she would wake up.

"Did it work?" she asked in surprise, "Is everyone back to reality?"

"Yeah." But she heard that there was no joy in her voice.

She saw the other party take out a booklet and handed it to her: "This is the agreement. Half a song, finish it."

"Wait!" She had a bad feeling and grabbed the other person's hand. "Where are you going?"

Shizi looked at his other self.

She smiled calmly: "From now on, it's your song."

Her figure collapsed on the spot.

Never exist again.

Xiuhua High School, Autumn.

The school bell had just rung and the classroom was bustling with all kinds of completely unfamiliar voices ringing around. Fortunately, Shizi was immersed in his own world and didn't notice.

"Shizi, you have been looking at this score these days. Are you reaching a bottleneck?" Yili asked while standing beside Shizi.

Shizi stared at the booklet spread out on the table, which contained half a song.

Shizi knew clearly that this kind of melody and lyrics were definitely not something she could write.

It's not a question of technology, but more profound aspects like experience and emotion.

However, her memory clearly told her that this was indeed the song she wrote.

I traveled through time in the spring and joined the Ending band. The Ending band then performed at CiRCLE, where I became friends with Popipa, Roselia, and many other members of the band. Because of the joint performance of the Xiuhua Drama Club and Shengxiang, I got to know Nana, and then got to know the other members of the Jiujiu Group.

At the end of the summer vacation, I took Ichiri back to Japan, and after returning to Japan, we traveled around Osaka and Kyoto. During this trip, the two became each other's destined people.

But Shizi felt only bitterness in his heart.

It was as if something important was missing from that journey.

So when she came back, she started writing a song that was completely opposite to the season.

As I'm writing this, I suddenly feel stuck and even start to doubt whether I wrote this myself.

Shizi shook his head and just found it funny.

"Nothing." She put away the booklet, stood up, turned around and said to Yili, "Let's not talk about this song yet. Let's go. They are still waiting."

"Xiao Yili - Xiao Shizi -!" At the door, Kita was lying on the edge of the door. Her voice was heard by Shizi through the coming and going of people after school.

She waved back, “Coming, coming!”

The two avoided the crowd and came to the door.

"Let's go."

The three of them walked out of the school gate side by side, took the train to Shimokitazawa.

They were basically familiar with the way to Xiabei Ze, and soon they arrived at the entrance of Starry.

Then the usual practice of the day began.

The Xiuhua Cultural Festival is approaching, and they decided to participate, so they also increased the intensity of their practice.

That night, Shizi sat on his bed, still thinking about the song.

As expected, I still want to finish writing it quickly and then perform it at the Xiuhua Festival.

I don’t know why, I just want to.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t write in the style of the first half of the poem, just continue with the second half in your current style.

After making this decision, things actually went quite smoothly.

Although the styles are different, the transition is very smooth and there is no uncomfortable feeling.

At least I finished writing it before the Xiuhua Festival.