To Aru Kagaku no Railgun - Ch. 145 - Silver Whistle
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Something about shokuhou wanting to blow the whistle before getting saved by hokaze is so satisfying LMAO
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So this is how she started her clique, not by using her powers to brainwash the girls into being loyal to her, but by proving why she deserves people's loyalty.
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To catch the kitty, you must become the kitty.What is this dumbass doing
Her powers only works on humans, and unless she has a preset on them, she typically needs a line of sight (unless she is using Exterior). I should also mention than her remotes are simply something she uses for focus her powers and categorize and store what specific application of her powers she is using at a given time, of which there are hundreds. The remote doesn't even need batteries. If she doesn't have a remote, she can still use her powers, just not as precisely, which is quite dangerous, since instead of using a preset she's stored in her memories, she's essentially starting from scratch. I should also mention that Mental Out was not originally used for psychological manipulation, but rather the manipulation of fluids on a microscopic scale. She manipulates the fluids within people's neurons and the blood vessels in people's brains (it also somehow allows her to use psychometry). It's never really brought up, but Shokuhou is quite capable of killing everyone in her line of sight instantly if she chose to. Shokuhou deep down hates her own powers (yet believes that she can't trust anyone but herself to use Mental Out), so she probably wouldn't do that though.
Yeah, all the girls of her clique joined willingly and they sincerely admire her and trust her. Shokuhou is aware of this as well as how pure-hearted and sheltered they all are, and thus feels responsible for them, and would never knowingly expose them to harm.
Here's it straight from the source. Needless to say both of these excerpts are major spoilers for the Mental Out Arc. Long story short the whistle represents Shokuhou's heartfelt belief in Kamijou as her personal savior. Shokuhou's love for Kamijou borders on worship and is completely unconditional. Shokuhou also sees her devotion to Kamijou despite all reason to be one of her few redeeming traits as a human being. Also, the whistle is an emergency whistle, and both times Shokuhou has used it Kamijou saved her life
Shokuhou Misaki could no longer hear the loud cicada cries.
There was a simple reason for that.
On that summer day, she was entirely covered in pigeons.
“…”
“Wahh, wahh, wahh!!”
The pointy-haired boy frantically swung his school bag around to drive away the fifty or so pigeons.
All of the popcorn in the cardboard container had already been wiped out and she had only managed to eat two or three pieces.
“I look away for just a second to get some drinks and this is what happens! What are you even doing!?”
“But…I… That wasn’t my fault! I was the one attacked by the park pigeons!!”
“This goes beyond simply being unathletic.”
“What!?”
“Why does it seem so familiar? Do you maybe have the same tendency for misfortune as me?”
“N-no, I don’t. A perfect queen like me would never have that kind of negative ability displayed on her status screen!”
However, the boy fished through his bag with a pitying look in his eyes.
He pulled out a silver whistle in a plastic bag and handed it to the slender girl who still had feathers on her summer uniform and in her hair. It resembled the kind of whistle used for soccer matches and the like, but it had likely been customized for emergencies. She could use it to let people know where she was if she was stranded or buried alive.
“I got this in some kind of training, so take it. You need to have something like this with you at all times. I’d be worried otherwise.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Use it if you’re in trouble. It might give me more chances to save you.”
Once she took it “because he said to”, she realized she had already been pretty well tamed by him. She would never have admitted it, though.
(Honestly, this isn’t like putting a bell on a cat’s collar.)
Despite being a shiny silver, she found the whistle was made of plastic or something similar once she removed it from the bag. It was a cheap product with the silver painted on and it was probably worth less than one hundred yen, but the whistles had probably been handed out to all of the students at a school and thought of as a bargain if they would help at all.
She casually began to place it in her mouth, but then she froze.
(Wait. Given this thing’s secondhand ability, would this be an indirect kiss?)
Her face rapidly grew red, but Kamijou only yawned. She had a sudden urge to hit him, but she reconsidered it. He had handed it to her while it was still in the plastic bag. He had likely gotten it during some disaster training and then never used it. She was essentially being used as a garbage can here.
That irritated her a bit, but she relaxed and placed the whistle in her mouth.
“Will this thing really be any help?”
“Who knows. But it should be easier on the throat than screaming. I tried it out once and it was really loud.”
A horribly distorted whistle rang throughout the park.
The indirect kiss was an indirect kiss after all.
There was a simple reason for that.
On that summer day, she was entirely covered in pigeons.
“…”
“Wahh, wahh, wahh!!”
The pointy-haired boy frantically swung his school bag around to drive away the fifty or so pigeons.
All of the popcorn in the cardboard container had already been wiped out and she had only managed to eat two or three pieces.
“I look away for just a second to get some drinks and this is what happens! What are you even doing!?”
“But…I… That wasn’t my fault! I was the one attacked by the park pigeons!!”
“This goes beyond simply being unathletic.”
“What!?”
“Why does it seem so familiar? Do you maybe have the same tendency for misfortune as me?”
“N-no, I don’t. A perfect queen like me would never have that kind of negative ability displayed on her status screen!”
However, the boy fished through his bag with a pitying look in his eyes.
He pulled out a silver whistle in a plastic bag and handed it to the slender girl who still had feathers on her summer uniform and in her hair. It resembled the kind of whistle used for soccer matches and the like, but it had likely been customized for emergencies. She could use it to let people know where she was if she was stranded or buried alive.
“I got this in some kind of training, so take it. You need to have something like this with you at all times. I’d be worried otherwise.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Use it if you’re in trouble. It might give me more chances to save you.”
Once she took it “because he said to”, she realized she had already been pretty well tamed by him. She would never have admitted it, though.
(Honestly, this isn’t like putting a bell on a cat’s collar.)
Despite being a shiny silver, she found the whistle was made of plastic or something similar once she removed it from the bag. It was a cheap product with the silver painted on and it was probably worth less than one hundred yen, but the whistles had probably been handed out to all of the students at a school and thought of as a bargain if they would help at all.
She casually began to place it in her mouth, but then she froze.
(Wait. Given this thing’s secondhand ability, would this be an indirect kiss?)
Her face rapidly grew red, but Kamijou only yawned. She had a sudden urge to hit him, but she reconsidered it. He had handed it to her while it was still in the plastic bag. He had likely gotten it during some disaster training and then never used it. She was essentially being used as a garbage can here.
That irritated her a bit, but she relaxed and placed the whistle in her mouth.
“Will this thing really be any help?”
“Who knows. But it should be easier on the throat than screaming. I tried it out once and it was really loud.”
A horribly distorted whistle rang throughout the park.
The indirect kiss was an indirect kiss after all.
“Now, it’s time to end this ridiculous revenge. You will lose everything, have every last memory altered, and have nothing left to prove those days ever existed. The only memories will remain in my heart. Jewel boxes are made to be closed, after all.”
“…”
She was right.
Shokuhou Misaki had lost.
And that loss meant her only option was to lose everything and live an empty life without even knowing what she had lost.
Yes.
If she and Mitsuari were the only two in this world, that is.
“Honestly, it’s unbelievable.”
She was unsure if her voice was actually reaching Mitsuari beyond the surface of that fluid, but the other girl may have been able to read something from her expression and the movements of her lips.
“It’s always at times just like this. Everyone can tell it’s checkmate and even the person in question has accepted their defeat, but then someone shows up and refuses to accept that defeat.”
“What…are you talking about?”
“You can’t tell?”
The girl in the fluid could not move her arms or legs, but something floated up from her chest. It was a cheap silver emergency whistle attached to a thin ribbon.
Even if she could bring it to her mouth, it would produce no sound inside this fluid.
And even if it did, it would not reach anyone.
She knew that, but she still placed her small lips on that link to her past.
She remembered his words.
“Use it if you’re in trouble. It might give me more chances to save you.”
Even as a tingling pain reached the tip of her tongue, she smiled inside that coffin.
“Maybe you wouldn’t recognize this since he didn’t make it in time for you. At times just like this, when a girl is facing her ruin and has forgotten to even cry, someone will always come rushing in for them.”
Mitsuari’s face distorted so much it was amazing it did not make any noise.
“No help is coming.”
“Yes, it is☆”
“Nothing has suggested that! He has no information to lead him here!! Besides, he has completely lost his memories beyond anything our powers can do, so he doesn’t know who Mitsuari Ayu or Shokuhou Misaki are. He doesn’t remember us! He can’t even picture our faces!! So…!!!!!”
“Nevertheless, he’ll come,” said Shokuhou. “It has nothing to do with whether he knows the person or not. It doesn’t matter if he has anything to gain and he doesn’t have to follow a proper course of foreshadowed hints.”
He did not have extraordinary athletic ability.
He did not have the intellect or skill of a superhuman genius.
He did not have the fortune needed to run a nation.
He did not have the deductive ability to resolve any incident from his easy chair.
He did not have the beauty to ruin a country with a smile.
He did not have the political power to change history with a snap of his fingers.
He did not have the unbelievable power of a Level 5.
But…
Nevertheless…
“He is my hero.”
Shokuhou looked straight up at the wavering face beyond the surface.
She was certain it was more than just the fluid and the anesthesia causing that face to waver.
“I don’t care how others see him. He can be someone else’s hero too. The authenticity of his righteousness doesn’t matter. But none of that changes his ability to be my personal hero. …So he will come. Even if he has forgotten everything and even if someone else is smiling by his side, just this once, it’s my turn☆”
“He won’t come,” muttered Mitsuari.
A moment later, two arms burst into the sticky red liquid with an explosion of bubbles.
“He won’t come. He won’t show up like that! After all…he didn’t reach me. He didn’t catch up to me. He didn’t make it in time for me!! Being our hero doesn’t make him almighty. If the conditions aren’t just right, he won’t show up. Because you got in his way, my hero failed to show up!!”
The two slender hands wrapped around Shokuhou’s neck.
They squeezed with unbelievable strength.
“Gah…gh…!?”
She tried to stop Shokuhou’s breathing even if it meant ruining her entire plan.
She wanted her to feel the same pain she had felt as she sank into that dark water while still waiting for him to arrive.
She strangled the other girl with a splendid look on her face.
The thin ribbon around Shokuhou’s neck broke and the physical link to her past left her mouth.
That cheap silver whistle symbolized her bond with that boy and it floated up and away through the fluid.
“You won’t be saved! No help is coming! It won’t arrive in time!! Just like with me. Just like I lost everything. The only path left for you is to be destroyed as you long for someone who will never arrive!!”
“Then…”
With the blood vessels of her neck constricted and heat pressing down on her entire head, Shokuhou forced out what barely counted as a voice.
And she said it.
“Who…is…that…?”
“……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………”
The pressure on her neck vanished.
With her hands still plunged inside the red fluid, Mitsuari turned her head to look at something.
No.
At someone.
“It can’t be.”
“Why not?”
“Because this is District 21. It’s so far from District 7 and no one would come to an unmanned power station deep in the mountains while out on a walk!”
“That’s what I did.”
“Both of us have vanished from his memory, he would never think to come save you, and he shouldn’t have any way of learning about this or even imagining it could be happening!!”
“He doesn’t have to start from the beginning. It isn’t uncommon for him to show up midway to save someone.”
“He didn’t make it in time for me. He didn’t arrive because he lost his only hint.”
“But…”
“But…”
“There’s more to him than just that.”
“But why… Why did he make it this tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime!?”
“…”
She was right.
Shokuhou Misaki had lost.
And that loss meant her only option was to lose everything and live an empty life without even knowing what she had lost.
Yes.
If she and Mitsuari were the only two in this world, that is.
“Honestly, it’s unbelievable.”
She was unsure if her voice was actually reaching Mitsuari beyond the surface of that fluid, but the other girl may have been able to read something from her expression and the movements of her lips.
“It’s always at times just like this. Everyone can tell it’s checkmate and even the person in question has accepted their defeat, but then someone shows up and refuses to accept that defeat.”
“What…are you talking about?”
“You can’t tell?”
The girl in the fluid could not move her arms or legs, but something floated up from her chest. It was a cheap silver emergency whistle attached to a thin ribbon.
Even if she could bring it to her mouth, it would produce no sound inside this fluid.
And even if it did, it would not reach anyone.
She knew that, but she still placed her small lips on that link to her past.
She remembered his words.
“Use it if you’re in trouble. It might give me more chances to save you.”
Even as a tingling pain reached the tip of her tongue, she smiled inside that coffin.
“Maybe you wouldn’t recognize this since he didn’t make it in time for you. At times just like this, when a girl is facing her ruin and has forgotten to even cry, someone will always come rushing in for them.”
Mitsuari’s face distorted so much it was amazing it did not make any noise.
“No help is coming.”
“Yes, it is☆”
“Nothing has suggested that! He has no information to lead him here!! Besides, he has completely lost his memories beyond anything our powers can do, so he doesn’t know who Mitsuari Ayu or Shokuhou Misaki are. He doesn’t remember us! He can’t even picture our faces!! So…!!!!!”
“Nevertheless, he’ll come,” said Shokuhou. “It has nothing to do with whether he knows the person or not. It doesn’t matter if he has anything to gain and he doesn’t have to follow a proper course of foreshadowed hints.”
He did not have extraordinary athletic ability.
He did not have the intellect or skill of a superhuman genius.
He did not have the fortune needed to run a nation.
He did not have the deductive ability to resolve any incident from his easy chair.
He did not have the beauty to ruin a country with a smile.
He did not have the political power to change history with a snap of his fingers.
He did not have the unbelievable power of a Level 5.
But…
Nevertheless…
“He is my hero.”
Shokuhou looked straight up at the wavering face beyond the surface.
She was certain it was more than just the fluid and the anesthesia causing that face to waver.
“I don’t care how others see him. He can be someone else’s hero too. The authenticity of his righteousness doesn’t matter. But none of that changes his ability to be my personal hero. …So he will come. Even if he has forgotten everything and even if someone else is smiling by his side, just this once, it’s my turn☆”
“He won’t come,” muttered Mitsuari.
A moment later, two arms burst into the sticky red liquid with an explosion of bubbles.
“He won’t come. He won’t show up like that! After all…he didn’t reach me. He didn’t catch up to me. He didn’t make it in time for me!! Being our hero doesn’t make him almighty. If the conditions aren’t just right, he won’t show up. Because you got in his way, my hero failed to show up!!”
The two slender hands wrapped around Shokuhou’s neck.
They squeezed with unbelievable strength.
“Gah…gh…!?”
She tried to stop Shokuhou’s breathing even if it meant ruining her entire plan.
She wanted her to feel the same pain she had felt as she sank into that dark water while still waiting for him to arrive.
She strangled the other girl with a splendid look on her face.
The thin ribbon around Shokuhou’s neck broke and the physical link to her past left her mouth.
That cheap silver whistle symbolized her bond with that boy and it floated up and away through the fluid.
“You won’t be saved! No help is coming! It won’t arrive in time!! Just like with me. Just like I lost everything. The only path left for you is to be destroyed as you long for someone who will never arrive!!”
“Then…”
With the blood vessels of her neck constricted and heat pressing down on her entire head, Shokuhou forced out what barely counted as a voice.
And she said it.
“Who…is…that…?”
“……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………”
The pressure on her neck vanished.
With her hands still plunged inside the red fluid, Mitsuari turned her head to look at something.
No.
At someone.
“It can’t be.”
“Why not?”
“Because this is District 21. It’s so far from District 7 and no one would come to an unmanned power station deep in the mountains while out on a walk!”
“That’s what I did.”
“Both of us have vanished from his memory, he would never think to come save you, and he shouldn’t have any way of learning about this or even imagining it could be happening!!”
“He doesn’t have to start from the beginning. It isn’t uncommon for him to show up midway to save someone.”
“He didn’t make it in time for me. He didn’t arrive because he lost his only hint.”
“But…”
“But…”
“There’s more to him than just that.”
“But why… Why did he make it this tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime!?”
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he seriously showed up? in random power station deep in the mountains... wtf.. lolHere's it straight from the source. Needless to say both of these excerpts are major spoilers for the Mental Out Arc. Long story short the whistle represents Shokuhou's heartfelt belief in Kamijou as her personal savior. Shokuhou's love for Kamijou borders on worship and is completely unconditional. Shokuhou also sees her devotion to Kamijou despite all reason to be one of her few redeeming traits as a human being. Also, the whistle is an emergency whistle, and both times Shokuhou has used it Kamijou saved her life
Shokuhou Misaki could no longer hear the loud cicada cries.
There was a simple reason for that.
On that summer day, she was entirely covered in pigeons.
“…”
“Wahh, wahh, wahh!!”
The pointy-haired boy frantically swung his school bag around to drive away the fifty or so pigeons.
All of the popcorn in the cardboard container had already been wiped out and she had only managed to eat two or three pieces.
“I look away for just a second to get some drinks and this is what happens! What are you even doing!?”
“But…I… That wasn’t my fault! I was the one attacked by the park pigeons!!”
“This goes beyond simply being unathletic.”
“What!?”
“Why does it seem so familiar? Do you maybe have the same tendency for misfortune as me?”
“N-no, I don’t. A perfect queen like me would never have that kind of negative ability displayed on her status screen!”
However, the boy fished through his bag with a pitying look in his eyes.
He pulled out a silver whistle in a plastic bag and handed it to the slender girl who still had feathers on her summer uniform and in her hair. It resembled the kind of whistle used for soccer matches and the like, but it had likely been customized for emergencies. She could use it to let people know where she was if she was stranded or buried alive.
“I got this in some kind of training, so take it. You need to have something like this with you at all times. I’d be worried otherwise.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Use it if you’re in trouble. It might give me more chances to save you.”
Once she took it “because he said to”, she realized she had already been pretty well tamed by him. She would never have admitted it, though.
(Honestly, this isn’t like putting a bell on a cat’s collar.)
Despite being a shiny silver, she found the whistle was made of plastic or something similar once she removed it from the bag. It was a cheap product with the silver painted on and it was probably worth less than one hundred yen, but the whistles had probably been handed out to all of the students at a school and thought of as a bargain if they would help at all.
She casually began to place it in her mouth, but then she froze.
(Wait. Given this thing’s secondhand ability, would this be an indirect kiss?)
Her face rapidly grew red, but Kamijou only yawned. She had a sudden urge to hit him, but she reconsidered it. He had handed it to her while it was still in the plastic bag. He had likely gotten it during some disaster training and then never used it. She was essentially being used as a garbage can here.
That irritated her a bit, but she relaxed and placed the whistle in her mouth.
“Will this thing really be any help?”
“Who knows. But it should be easier on the throat than screaming. I tried it out once and it was really loud.”
A horribly distorted whistle rang throughout the park.
The indirect kiss was an indirect kiss after all.
“Now, it’s time to end this ridiculous revenge. You will lose everything, have every last memory altered, and have nothing left to prove those days ever existed. The only memories will remain in my heart. Jewel boxes are made to be closed, after all.”
“…”
She was right.
Shokuhou Misaki had lost.
And that loss meant her only option was to lose everything and live an empty life without even knowing what she had lost.
Yes.
If she and Mitsuari were the only two in this world, that is.
“Honestly, it’s unbelievable.”
She was unsure if her voice was actually reaching Mitsuari beyond the surface of that fluid, but the other girl may have been able to read something from her expression and the movements of her lips.
“It’s always at times just like this. Everyone can tell it’s checkmate and even the person in question has accepted their defeat, but then someone shows up and refuses to accept that defeat.”
“What…are you talking about?”
“You can’t tell?”
The girl in the fluid could not move her arms or legs, but something floated up from her chest. It was a cheap silver emergency whistle attached to a thin ribbon.
Even if she could bring it to her mouth, it would produce no sound inside this fluid.
And even if it did, it would not reach anyone.
She knew that, but she still placed her small lips on that link to her past.
She remembered his words.
“Use it if you’re in trouble. It might give me more chances to save you.”
Even as a tingling pain reached the tip of her tongue, she smiled inside that coffin.
“Maybe you wouldn’t recognize this since he didn’t make it in time for you. At times just like this, when a girl is facing her ruin and has forgotten to even cry, someone will always come rushing in for them.”
Mitsuari’s face distorted so much it was amazing it did not make any noise.
“No help is coming.”
“Yes, it is☆”
“Nothing has suggested that! He has no information to lead him here!! Besides, he has completely lost his memories beyond anything our powers can do, so he doesn’t know who Mitsuari Ayu or Shokuhou Misaki are. He doesn’t remember us! He can’t even picture our faces!! So…!!!!!”
“Nevertheless, he’ll come,” said Shokuhou. “It has nothing to do with whether he knows the person or not. It doesn’t matter if he has anything to gain and he doesn’t have to follow a proper course of foreshadowed hints.”
He did not have extraordinary athletic ability.
He did not have the intellect or skill of a superhuman genius.
He did not have the fortune needed to run a nation.
He did not have the deductive ability to resolve any incident from his easy chair.
He did not have the beauty to ruin a country with a smile.
He did not have the political power to change history with a snap of his fingers.
He did not have the unbelievable power of a Level 5.
But…
Nevertheless…
“He is my hero.”
Shokuhou looked straight up at the wavering face beyond the surface.
She was certain it was more than just the fluid and the anesthesia causing that face to waver.
“I don’t care how others see him. He can be someone else’s hero too. The authenticity of his righteousness doesn’t matter. But none of that changes his ability to be my personal hero. …So he will come. Even if he has forgotten everything and even if someone else is smiling by his side, just this once, it’s my turn☆”
“He won’t come,” muttered Mitsuari.
A moment later, two arms burst into the sticky red liquid with an explosion of bubbles.
“He won’t come. He won’t show up like that! After all…he didn’t reach me. He didn’t catch up to me. He didn’t make it in time for me!! Being our hero doesn’t make him almighty. If the conditions aren’t just right, he won’t show up. Because you got in his way, my hero failed to show up!!”
The two slender hands wrapped around Shokuhou’s neck.
They squeezed with unbelievable strength.
“Gah…gh…!?”
She tried to stop Shokuhou’s breathing even if it meant ruining her entire plan.
She wanted her to feel the same pain she had felt as she sank into that dark water while still waiting for him to arrive.
She strangled the other girl with a splendid look on her face.
The thin ribbon around Shokuhou’s neck broke and the physical link to her past left her mouth.
That cheap silver whistle symbolized her bond with that boy and it floated up and away through the fluid.
“You won’t be saved! No help is coming! It won’t arrive in time!! Just like with me. Just like I lost everything. The only path left for you is to be destroyed as you long for someone who will never arrive!!”
“Then…”
With the blood vessels of her neck constricted and heat pressing down on her entire head, Shokuhou forced out what barely counted as a voice.
And she said it.
“Who…is…that…?”
“……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………”
The pressure on her neck vanished.
With her hands still plunged inside the red fluid, Mitsuari turned her head to look at something.
No.
At someone.
“It can’t be.”
“Why not?”
“Because this is District 21. It’s so far from District 7 and no one would come to an unmanned power station deep in the mountains while out on a walk!”
“That’s what I did.”
“Both of us have vanished from his memory, he would never think to come save you, and he shouldn’t have any way of learning about this or even imagining it could be happening!!”
“He doesn’t have to start from the beginning. It isn’t uncommon for him to show up midway to save someone.”
“He didn’t make it in time for me. He didn’t arrive because he lost his only hint.”
“But…”
“But…”
“There’s more to him than just that.”
“But why… Why did he make it this tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime!?”
“By the way.”
“What?”
“Why did you suddenly show up at that artificial lake last night?”
“Oh, that.”
He looked up at the blue expanse of the sky overhead.
“An upperclassman told me that ‘it’s her birthday today, so how about setting a flower out for her’. I didn’t know what she meant, so I thought I would visit that mountaintop to find out.”
“I see.”
A somehow kind look entered the girl’s eyes.
It was a strange look much like someone giving applause even after the magician revealed how the trick worked.
“What?”
“Why did you suddenly show up at that artificial lake last night?”
“Oh, that.”
He looked up at the blue expanse of the sky overhead.
“An upperclassman told me that ‘it’s her birthday today, so how about setting a flower out for her’. I didn’t know what she meant, so I thought I would visit that mountaintop to find out.”
“I see.”
A somehow kind look entered the girl’s eyes.
It was a strange look much like someone giving applause even after the magician revealed how the trick worked.
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The part where misaki keeps the belief and trust that the boy she loves will show up to save her like he promised?
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