Create MYGO second creation, but make them cry

"Driving the final nail into the irreversible epic of life."

"Stories woven by clowns who tilt their heads, nod slightly, and reveal fawning smiles."

"Boat on the crescent moon boat, tear it apart, and transform it into stars, then coat it with deadly poison."

As the Latin chant-like interlude began, the stage lights suddenly dimmed, leaving only a dark red spotlight shining on Chu Hua. She closed her eyes, her fingertips dancing nimbly across the strings, perfectly replicating the detail in her sister's notes that "the key should be raised here," yet adding a touch of her own sharpness to the final note.

As expected, the unusual playing style caught the attention of "ob a string of letters," the team leader. She shifted her gaze from the keyboard to Chu Hua, whose heart skipped a beat. She was testing the waters, testing whether the other person would...

Then, Xiangzi gave her a light smile, as if to say that her performance just now was also very good.

During a live performance, band members may slightly alter their usual singing style depending on their mood at the moment, which is perfectly normal.

Chu Hua's gaze toward Xiangzi became somewhat unfocused.

Saki-chan, my only friend, the only girl who became my true friend before my name was taken away.

You know, over the years, when faced with fake friends, I've missed the short but happy times I had with you more and more.

But when I saw you again, your smile had been tainted by Hatsune Miku and was no longer just for me.

That night, I wasn't the one watching the stars with you. Countless times, I've wanted to tell you about it.

SKI-chan ...

Now, it feels like a replica of that time, only the positions have been reversed. Hatsune Miku is sick, and the person standing next to SKAI-chan is yourself.

Fate returned to its original course.

Is (Memento mori) a curse? Is (Memento mori) salvation? (Here) offer your heart to the darkness.

"From the joy of playing with my heart, I feel the breath of life; tonight, I also leisurely stir the abyss, dragging you into it as well."

Was it because she genuinely liked Saki-chan, her only friend, or was it simply because she was unwilling to let Saki be taken away by Hatsune Miku?

Ah, it doesn't matter anymore...

Because she is Mitsumi Hatsuka, Toyokawa Shoko's only childhood sweetheart.

The red and green conductor's batons danced in the darkness below the stage.

Looking at Xiangzi's focused profile, I suddenly couldn't tell whether my current obsession was a curse or a redemption.

The anger at having their name taken away was real, as was the longing for the stage.

She tilted her head slightly, her hair swaying with the movement, the rivets on her headband gleaming coldly under the lights, as if she were truly offering her soul to this black and red stage.

"Ave musica makes miracles a daily occurrence (fortuna) Ave musica bestows mercy upon the world (lacrima) If you are willing to grasp this right hand (endless), you will fall into the darkness (enchantment) and the pleasure (prison) Oh, destiny has already cried out."

Guided by secrets, sweet incantations, like thorns, endlessly entwine, vowing never to be separated.

"Ave musica, sinking and sinking (fortuna) Ave musica, until there is no turning back (lacrima) It's alright, there's nothing to fear (give it to me) Begin (eternity) with you (with me)"

Chu Hua could feel the emotions of her bandmates through their instruments—the bond of symbiosis with the band. On stage, the newly formed band, through their debut performance, seemed to be a loose rope being tightened into a single rope.

Even though they didn't know that the part of the bond that connected them to Hatsune Miku had become their own.

But what does it matter? She's just repeating what Hatsune Miku did back then.

"Ave musica makes miracles a daily occurrence (fortuna). Ave musica bestows mercy upon the world (lacrima). If you are willing to grasp this right hand (endless), you will fall into the darkness (enchantment), into the pleasure (prison). Destiny has already cried out."

The melody suddenly stopped, and countless cheers erupted from below the stage.

Chu Hua, stepping onto the stage for the first time, breathed rapidly, her heart pounding with excitement.

Brother Xi, I've already told you, right? Once you start, there's no way to stop.

Even though it's poison, it tastes so sweet.

She will become a better version of Misaka Chuhua.

The image of the figure curled up in the corner of the corridor last night became blurry in the girl's mind.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Bitterness

As soon as I stepped off the steps to the side of the stage, the cheers of "Encore!" from the fans surged from behind me like a tidal wave, making my earpiece wires slightly hot.

The members of Ave Mujica hadn't even had time to remove their stage makeup and hair yet; their black and red costumes were still covered in tiny sequins. They looked at each other, and no matter what disagreements they might have had in the past, at least for this moment, they seemed to be one. Led by Xiangzi, they couldn't help but hug each other, enjoying the blessings and lingering excitement from their fans.

At this moment, everyone finally felt the reality of Ave Mujica's official debut.

Before anyone could speak, a figure suddenly pounced on them—Junka Mana clenched her fists and exclaimed excitedly, "That was amazing! Hatsuka-chan, you were so amazing! Everyone's performance was just... I... I want to become Ave Mujica's number one fan!"

Hearing Mana's innocent tone, the staff around her couldn't help but laugh.

Ruomai, who was almost suffocating from being choked, pulled away from Mana's arm, but still had a smug smile on her face: "With me, Meow Dream, here, isn't success a given? But, well, the impromptu adaptation by Misaki Hatsuka just now was indeed very effective."

This variation almost made my heart jump out of my chest! Remember to tell me first next time!

Xiangzi nodded slightly: "Chuhua, and everyone else, you all did a great job today."

"Did you hear that, Hatsuka-chan? Everyone's praising you... Hatsuka-chan?" Junda Mana looked at the stunned girl with a slightly puzzled expression.

Chu Hua's fingertips still felt numb from plucking the strings, and she didn't even react immediately when she heard the praise.

The stage spotlight still seemed to be stuck to her skin, and the echoes of the fans' cheers still lingered in her ears. The four words "Triangle Chuhua" rolled on her tongue, so sweet that she subconsciously raised her chin.

The performance ended, and it was past midnight, but Cinderella was unwilling for the magic to end there—the light of "Triangle Blossom" was too warm, and she hadn't had time to grasp the lingering warmth, nor did she want anyone to interrupt this intoxication that she had imagined so many times in her heart.

"Hatsune." A familiar voice sounded from behind, and Chu Hua's body instantly froze.

She turned around and saw Banami standing at the end of the corridor, still carrying the chill of the autumn air, holding her phone in her hand, her expression somewhat complicated: "Aunt Nao just contacted me, saying there's something going on at home and she wants to pick you up."

Both of them knew perfectly well that this was just a lie. The real reason was that Misaki Hatsune had woken up in the hospital, and Banami wanted to take Hatsuka to visit her. At the same time, it was also to fulfill her promise from the previous night and remind Hatsuka who she really was.

However, when Banami looked into Hatsuka's eyes, he had a bad feeling, or rather, it was too late.

Chu Hua gently shook her head, then held Mana's hand tightly and said, "I'm sorry, Hanami-kun, I have to rehearse with Mana for tomorrow's SUMIMI performance tonight."

I'll call my mom later.

She deliberately imitated Hatsune Miku's tone, softening her voice: "Please apologize to my mom for me first. I'll go home after the performance."

In fact, both of them knew perfectly well that they were not talking about Ms. Nao, but about Hatsune Miku, who was still in the hospital.

Mana blinked and said, "Uh, actually, Hatsuka-chan, we can practice tomorrow morning too..."

But Chu Hua looked at Banami with bright eyes and gently shook her head: "No! Mana-chan has already helped me a lot for the sake of Mother Chicken Card, I absolutely cannot let you down."

"Hatsuka-chan..." Mana looked touched.

After saying that, Hatsuka took Mana's hand and said goodbye to the members of Ave Mujica, and began preparing for tomorrow's performance.

Even Miao Mengqin said with a slightly admiring tone, "This guy really has it tough, having to run around to both places."

"Is it difficult? I'm running around between more than forty bands," Hachiman Kairin said casually.

Miao Mengqin gave a strange look, and Hai Ling asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Wasn't my joke funny?"

"It's so cold..." Miao Mengqin complained.

Xiangzi ignored the two clowns and went to Banami's side, asking with some confusion, "Did you and Hatsune have a fight?"

"She became like this after she saw my precious treasure," said Banami.

Xiangzi paused for a moment, then couldn't help but tap his shoulder: "I'm having a good time today, so be serious."

With a smile, Bana said, "Then congratulations, Saki-chan, you've finally taken the first step towards your dream."

After saying that, he gently kissed the other person's forehead, which made Xiangzi feel somewhat satisfied.

However, Ruoye Mu soon came to the two of them and said, "I want one too, Xiaoxi, I tried my best too."

"Ahhh, you two sneaked away while I wasn't looking!" Miao Mengqin couldn't help but shout.

"Can I have a kiss too?" Hachiman Kairin asked.

"Damn!" the three girls shouted at the same time.

"Uh, wasn't my joke funny?" she asked again.

Banami smiled sincerely, but as she watched Hatsuka's departing figure not far away, the worry in her eyes deepened.

***

In the private hospital ward, the smell of disinfectant was diluted by the faint fragrance of osmanthus blossoms outside the window.

Hatsune Miku leaned against the headboard, covered with a thin blanket with a floral pattern, clutching her phone tightly in her hand. The screen was lit up, displaying the hashtag page for "Ave Mujica's Debut Performance".

Her face was still a little pale, her lips were chapped, and the fever patch on her forehead was curled up at the edges, but she was completely unaware of it. Her fingers flew across the screen as she read the fans' comments word by word.

“AVE MUJICA’s dark fairy tale style really appeals to me.”

"This kind of serious, chuunibyou feeling is just so great."

"The bassist's butt is really good at wiggling."

"Miss OB, a string of letters, seems to know she's cute."

"Metis's electric eyes are killing me."

"Isn't Dolores the coolest? That variation on his debut song today was so cool!"

"This is the first time I've seen a new band so composed. The lead singer's stage presence is nothing like their debut performance!"

"I'm saying Dolores isn't really Mitsuba Hatsuka, is she? Her hair and height are so similar."

"But isn't there a SUMIMI performance tomorrow? Can Hatsuka-chan really have two identities at the same time?"

"I don't care, Dolores is so cool, I'll just treat her like Hatsuka-chan, two joys intertwined."

In the discussion about the hen card, every comment was so enthusiastic, and there was no doubt that the band's debut performance was a huge success.

Moreover, although the audience quickly split into fans of each member, everyone acknowledged that lead vocalist Dolores' performance was outstanding.

Every time Hatsune Miku sees a comment praising her, the corners of her mouth will turn up slightly, but the disappointment in her eyes will accumulate like a tide.

"What are you looking at?" Banai pushed the door open and came in, carrying a thermos. As soon as she got close, she smelled a faint aroma of herbs.

He put down the thermos and reached out to touch Hatsune's forehead—the temperature was a little lower than in the morning, but still a bit hot. "The doctor said you need to rest, why aren't you lying down?"

Enjoying the boy's rare pampering, Hatsune smiled gently, her face slightly pale: "Was Ave Mujica's performance a success?"

Banami looked at the phone in her hand, paused for a moment, and then nodded gently: "Yes, Hatsuka asked me to apologize to you. She has to prepare for her performance with Junda Mana tomorrow and can't come to visit you."

She said she would come right away after the performance.

Hatsune seemed completely oblivious to the subtext in Banami's tone, and sincerely praised, "Hatsuka is really amazing. It's only her first time on stage, and she's already being praised by so many people."

The first time I went on stage with Mana, I made a fool of myself because I was so nervous.

Chu Hua, you're truly amazing.

Her tone was full of genuine appreciation, but her fingers unconsciously clenched the blanket.

Seeing her feigned ease, Banami felt a pang in her heart.

Hatsune's smile was somewhat forced as she said in a low voice, "Hatsuka will definitely be fine. She won't let me down at the crucial moment like I did."

“Hatsune.” Banami gently took her hand. Her hand was cold and trembling slightly. “If you want to cry, I can lend you my shoulder.”

This sentence was like a key, instantly unlocking Hatsune Miku's long-suppressed emotions.

She could no longer hold back and suddenly threw herself into Hanami's arms, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, her shoulders trembling violently.

At first, it was a suppressed sob, but it grew louder and louder, and his shirt was soaked with hot tears.

“It’s so bitter… It’s so bitter… Xi-jun,” her voice was muffled and nasal, “I also want to stand on that stage, I want to debut with Xiangzi, I want to hear fans calling my name… But I can’t do anything, I can only lie here and watch Chu-hua fulfill my dream for me…”

Her grievances, resentment, and disappointment poured out with her tears.

These days and nights of rehearsals, those longings for the stage, those promises to partners—all of these have now become thorns stuck in my heart.

She could only recover alone in the hospital, and didn't even dare to tell anyone, for fear of affecting their subsequent performances.

It wasn't that she wasn't happy for Chu Hua, but the thought of missing out on all of this made her heart ache.

"It's okay. Once you recover, you can go back to Ave Mujica and SUMIMI." Banai said encouragingly, although he felt somewhat powerless as he recalled Hatsuka's reaction earlier.

For some reason, Hatsune didn't say anything in response to the boy's comforting words. She simply lowered her head, rested her head on the boy's shoulder, and slowly fell asleep.

“Xi Jun, do you think Chu Hua felt the same way when she looked at me on stage before?”

The girl whispered to herself.

Chapter Forty-Nine: Please Call My Name

Banami picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of the meat porridge she had cooked that morning, and held it to Hatsune's lips, saying softly, "Okay, have one more bite."