Chisato Anon herself probably never imagined that this week's Saturday and Sunday would both be spent watching Sumimi live.
After taking the subway to the station near the concert venue, Anon looked up at the cloud-choked sky. Her phone's weather app said it would rain around this time. She had even brought an umbrella—but the sky looked like it couldn't quite make up its mind.
"Ah… lately the weather forecasts have been really inaccurate."
Anon muttered without thinking.
Just yesterday she had trusted the forecast—and the predicted rain times were completely wrong.
She ended up sprinting to the subway station in a downpour, shoes soaked through, water squelching with every step. By the time she got home, her socks were drenched and clinging to her feet like snakes. It was utterly miserable.
Even now, her nose was still a little stuffy.
She showed faint signs of catching a cold.
"Mmm~ Tokyo's weather is pretty chaotic. It seems like some strange force is controlling it, causing things like 'sudden rain on a sunny day' or 'rain stopping out of nowhere,'"
the lop-eared rabbit floating beside her sighed. "It's just a shame we don't know whether that force is friend or foe. If it belongs to the monster side…"
"Then wouldn't that mean I'd get rained on every single day?!"
Just imagining that future was terrifying to Chisato Anon. If it really was a Monster Executive, and if they had their eyes on her—
Teammates breathing down her neck in the practice room.
Perfectly timed rain on the way home.
One plus one greater than two.
Even with an umbrella, enduring that every day would break anyone's mentality sooner or later! Rain just made everything feel awful!
Band girls, as a rule, hated rain.
Their instruments were delicate, highly sensitive to temperature and humidity. Getting soaked in rain was practically a fatal blow. If you saw band girls playing in the rain, chances were the band had already broken up.
"Don't worry~ The main issue right now is that we can't contact the local organization. Once we develop a few more magical girls, we'll investigate and see what happened here… I suspect the magical familiars in this area have already been defeated by the monster executives!"
The magical familiar looked deeply concerned.
If Tokyo's monster executives really could control the weather, it made sense that magical familiars would lose.
When not transformed, magical girls were just fragile girls—they could catch colds. Transformation itself consumed a lot of energy, and afterward there was a cooldown period.
In other words: as long as a weather-type monster had subordinates tailing magical girls, the moment they spotted one without an umbrella, they could trigger rain and force a choice—
A sickly magical girl,
or a magical girl stuck in cooldown and unable to transform.
What an evil ability!
Expecting Chisato Anon to carry an umbrella every day was impossible. She was extremely sensitive to how others saw her, and she couldn't bear the confused looks of classmates asking, "Why are you carrying an umbrella on a sunny day?"
So the burden of thinking up a solution fell on the magical familiar.
And so—
Lost in their own worries, magical girl and magical familiar arrived at the concert venue. It was owned by the Toyokawa conglomerate, with seating for seven thousand. A stone statue over seven meters tall, depicting a mounted rider, stood at the entrance.
"Wow, even though I've already seen them once, I'm still so excited! When will I ever get to hold a concert in a place like this~~!"
Having arrived without getting rained on, Chisato Anon felt her spirits lift as she looked at the bustling crowd gathering for the show—even though all she could play was the C chord.
Magical Familiar: (⊙_⊙)
After several weeks together, it had grown used to Anon's personality. Most of the time she was a socially adept, action-oriented normie, only getting gloomy when she was alone.
From a magical familiar's perspective, a girl like this was perfect for generating emotional energy. It liked Chisato Anon quite a bit.
It was just a pity that her magical talent was… subtle.
To put it simply: her energy reservoir was A-rank, but her output faucet was only C-rank. She lacked burst damage but had excellent endurance—a magical girl suited for prolonged battles.
Well… calling her a magical girl—
She was more like a physical magical girl. Her output nozzle was too small, and charging up magic cannons took far too long!
That was why Fleuris needed to find new magical girls.
In the Far East, all-girls schools loved band culture, and Sumimi was hugely popular among band girls. Searching at a Sumimi concert was the most time-efficient option.
A master tactician!
The magical familiar felt extremely clever—until, in the crowd, it suddenly spotted a girl who shone brilliantly on the magical spectrum.
She wore a black-and-white dress, had beautiful pale flaxen hair, and held a cat in her arms. Under the lights, she gave off a faintly distant air.
Outwardly, she was an adorable girl.
But what was truly terrifying was her inside. Even from afar, the magical familiar could sense vast, surging energy—
Both her magic reserves and output were at least A++ potential!
The rabbit-headed familiar snapped to attention.
"Anon, do you see that girl?"
"Ah… I do! She's sparkling and really cute. Is she one of your companions—a contracted magical girl?"
"No." The rabbit shook its head. "But you should go make friends with her—no, you must make friends with her! She's a magical girl among magical girls! Go, Anon, use the skill you're best at: striking up conversations!"
"…Who's good at that?!"
The pink-haired girl puffed out her cheeks. She was good at making friends, sure—but that wasn't the same thing as hitting on strangers!
Everyone knew—
Meeting → making an impression → raising affection → sharing a memorable experience.
These were the essential steps for girls to become close friends.
But many socially anxious people couldn't even seize the "meeting" step—and would actively avoid it.
Like Kiyono Inori.
But Chisato Anon was clearly not one of them—
"Um, excuse me! Could I be friends with you? My name is Chisato Anon, and I'm also a Sumimi fan~ I've watched two concerts in a row now!"
She went straight for the simplest tactic—a direct approach! They shared the same hobby, so getting acquainted should be easy.
"Ah…"
Kiyono Inori looked startled.
A lot had happened that afternoon. She had taken a brief tour of Sumimi's agency. The pink pig-cat, stuffed full of cake, had fallen asleep as expected. Egged on by Uika, Inori had played the piano for the first time in ages.
Her skill had declined quite a bit, but by band-girl standards it was still professional-plus—even though she wasn't a band girl.
Later, she had used the Cat Transformation Wand in Sumimi's lounge to visit the pink pig-cat's world.
As usual, she had taken care of Doctor Mobius's experiment projects—Mobius herself being extremely resentful due to not being able to turn into a cat, complete with dark circles under her eyes.
By the time she returned to the primary world, Sumimi had already arrived at the venue and left her a ticket. And during ticket inspection, she ran into this pink-haired girl again.
Seeing Inori staring at her in surprise, Anon had a flash of inspiration and pointed to herself.
"I was arranged by my family to return from studying in London not long ago, so I'm still having trouble adjusting to life here. If I caused you any trouble, I'm really, really sorry. Anyway, I hope we can be friends~!"
Kiyono Inori: "…"
You're out of character, Anon!
Wasn't London your emotional sore spot—the kind of thing you'd never casually tell people? Why were you using it as a friendship shield now?! What kind of trash-can effect was this…
No—was this the butterfly effect?
"Ah~ you're very enthusiastic, aren't you?" Inori replied gently. "My name is Kiyono Inori. You can just call me Kiyono~"
Anon: (☆_☆) Wow, her smile is so cute!
[Nice! That's it! Go, Anon!]
The magical familiar cheered through their mental link.
[Be quiet! Can't you see how troubled she looks? I'm already so embarrassed my toes are curling into the floor! Instead of yapping, help me think of conversation topics! I don't want her to think I'm weird!]
Anon was panicking. Once inside the venue, their seats definitely wouldn't be together, so she had no choice but to push through now!
[How about Sumimi? Or the cat she's holding? You're usually good at girl talk—why are you nervous?]
The magical familiar spoke irresponsibly, while Anon felt immense pressure. This girl's features were so refined they almost glowed, and the smile on her lips carried a sense of distance.
"…"
Kiyono maintained a subtle smile.
Just moments ago, she had inadvertently overheard the entire mental conversation between the magical familiar and Chisato Anon.
In theory, people who hadn't contracted with strange entities shouldn't be able to catch that frequency.
But Kiyono Inori carried the Emperor's Scepter, and her own sensitivity to the occult was extremely high. The moment the mental dialogue formed, she noticed the magical fluctuations and issued a scan command to the Emperor's Scepter.
So that was it. That was it.
No wonder Anon didn't treat her London experience as absolute dark history—it was because her failed study abroad had accidentally turned her into a magical girl!
Kiyono Inori heard everything.
But she pretended she hadn't—this wasn't leaving someone on read. She just wanted to see how this pink "milk dragon" would react.
"Kiyono, do you like Sumimi too~? I'm a huge fan. I also watched the concert yesterday!" Anon said stiffly, scrambling for a topic.
"Chisato, you already said that just now," Inori reminded her politely. "If you want to be friends, how about we exchange Line?"
"E-exchange Line?!"
Wasn't exchanging Line something you did with very close friends? Wasn't it too fast to add each other on first meeting?
Anon hesitated.
But when she remembered how everyone in the still-unnamed temporary band had left her on read, it suddenly didn't seem so strange.
"Yes~ Once ticket checking is done, it'll be hard for us to sit together, and even harder to run into each other when leaving. If we're going to be friends, we should at least exchange contact info!"
Kiyono said.
If it were another band girl, she might have slipped away. But Chisato Anon was fine.
Also, she was quite interested in magical familiars and magical girls. Even if the familiars in this world were a bit… abstract, they'd still make decent specimens for the Emperor's Scepter, right?
"O-okay."
Anon pulled out her phone. "Actually, I only came up to you because you remind me of a childhood playmate whose name I don't even remember anymore! Ahaha… that's kind of weird, isn't it?"
Super. Weird.
[Idiot Anon! What kind of 'childhood playmate whose name you don't remember' is that?! Stick to the script! You're definitely going to get exposed like this!]
[What do you mean! You dumped a whole paragraph on me at once—how was I supposed to remember it all?! And I don't want to lie in the first place!]
The "childhood playmate" plan was devised by the magical familiar, complete with a full backstory and contingency reactions. At the very least, it was supposed to carry them through small talk until ticket entry!
As expected, the "childhood playmate whose name I don't remember" made the girl show a subtle expression—but then she smiled.
"Mhm~ I'll be friends with you because you're very cute, Chisato."
As in, adorably silly.
"Ahaha, th-that's a bit embarrassing!" Anon twirled her hair, letting out her signature awkward laugh.
Kiyono Inori: (⊙▽⊙) Wow~ this is fun.
Mm… it was easy to foresee that, faced with the wicked woman Kiyono Inori who could eavesdrop on mental conversations, the few minutes before ticket entry would be absolute hell for the pink milk dragon.
…
[Concert—Preparation Room]
Uika held her guitar and looked at the cloud-filled sky.
It was going to rain again.
That was what the rainy season was like—drizzling endlessly for one or two months. During that time, poorly maintained buildings could easily grow mold or even start leaking.
By the time the concert ended and the audience left…
It would probably be raining.
Yesterday, Uika hadn't thought of that. She could only use her Stand ability to keep herself and Mana from getting wet—but the car they took went too far, and with insufficient precision, her Stand couldn't control rain in distant areas.
In short:
Even though her ability was active, the "no rain zone" wasn't fully under her control. Many Sumimi fans probably got soaked.
So this time, Uika decided that once all the audience had entered, she would use her Stand to make the rain that would fall after the concert come down now instead—so that fans wouldn't get wet on their way home.
In Hatsune's words: using her ability on something like this was a complete waste.
But Misumi Uika's philosophy was to be a strong-willed good person, live freely, and leave herself as few regrets as possible.
When she imagined Sumimi fans years later saying things like, "If only it hadn't rained that time," or "The songs were great, but getting rained on afterward really ruined the mood," it left a bad taste in her mouth.
Protecting the smiles of fans—
Wasn't that also an idol's responsibility?
"Weather Report—!"
Wrapped in dense fog and tiny clouds, her Stand appeared beside her. By now, it had developed a proper form—its growth was astonishingly fast.
Rain clouds gathered ahead of schedule.
Tokyo's weather began to change.
…
[Outside the Concert—A Dark Corner]
At first glance, it was just an ordinary city street.
But in truth, the monsters led by Monster Executive Rooster were setting up a formation centered on the concert venue, meant to capture a magical familiar.
Rooster, sporting a middle-part haircut, wearing overalls, and spinning his beloved basketball, surveyed the surrounding cityscape in secret.
Auntie's plan was meticulous.
Monster Boss Square Gentleman personally guarded the nearby subway station, while the concert parking lot and major traffic routes were held by monster squads tasked with delaying tactics.
Once the magical familiar engaged in combat, Rooster needed to reach the battlefield before it could break through. He was the main force of the operation—the crucial mobility unit.
As for Auntie herself, she had infiltrated the concert venue.
She was probably genuinely there to enjoy the concert, but afterward she could at least serve as a "Spirit of Vision." Rooster didn't criticize her—avenging Ratty was the top priority.
Rooster: (╰_╯)
He stood at the formation's central hub. No matter which node saw combat, he could arrive immediately. He was the core that held the entire formation together.
[Ahh… the time for decisive battle with the magical familiar has come! Ratty, already in hell—rejoice! Though you fell before victory, in the end your plan still succeeded!]
Rumble, rumble—
The already overcast sky suddenly darkened further. Deafening thunder rolled as massive raindrops fell like a torrent, splattering loudly.
[Ahh, this is—]
[You've come, haven't you? Is that you, Ratty? Even in hell, seeing a magical familiar fall excites you so much that you've drenched Tokyo in a downpour?!]
[Heh. Just your style.]
Monster Executive Rooster seemed to merge with the roadside greenery, unmoving as the rain poured down.
"Boss Rooster, this rain is way too heavy. The guys can't take it. Should we retreat somewhere to take cover first?"
a regular monster asked nervously.
After all, Rooster was second only to boss-tier monsters in strength. With Kun-style flow, basketball combat, and his signature Iron Mountain Strike, he was nearly unstoppable.
"Pass down my order—no one retreats!"
Rooster crouched low, his expression resolute. "This rain was summoned by Ratty. It will help our army achieve total victory. All we need to do is witness the end of a magical familiar in this rain!"
"B-Boss Rooster… was this part of Ratty's plan?" another monster asked.
"Hmph. You know, I was Ratty's rival for many years—we even exchanged green corpse chill. How could I not understand his plans?"
Rooster spoke confidently. "With rain this heavy, when the magical familiar appears, its fur will be soaked, making it heavy and sluggish. That's when we strike immediately! If we retreat to avoid the rain, we'll miss the opening Ratty created for us!"
"Uh… should we ask Auntie?" The monsters hesitated. Even if monsters were tougher than humans, they could still catch colds.
"Ask." Rooster was full of confidence.
Beep—beep—
Sixty seconds later, the phone played a message: "The number you dialed is currently unavailable."
"Hmph…!" Rooster sneered. "No need to doubt. Just believe! This rain is naturally part of Auntie's plan. That's precisely why she isn't answering."
"R-really?" The monsters were uncertain.
Had Ratty become a weather-controlling god after death? Was this rain truly here to help them fight the magical familiar?
The truth was—
Inside Sumimi's concert venue, the atmosphere was so explosive that Monster Executive Auntie Phosphor Dust hadn't even noticed her phone ringing.
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