OBS Chapter 68 is here!
Chapter 68 is here!
Under the spotlight, Asuka Suiko finally turned around completely.
As Hiroshi Nakajima taught, the opening act is about establishing your position; you must clearly define your role.
"A ray of light piercing through this Reiwa era!"
A clear voice sang a young girl's declaration.
"The cries for help echoed in the suffocating courtyard..."
She tilted her head slightly, the light outlining her slender neck.
"Destined, unavoidable, the rekindled flame."
The girl's gaze seemed to be fixed on the distance.
"After countless hardships..."
She took a deep breath.
The sweat from days of training, and the confidence that often slips away.
Purpose, fear, reason, meaning, and irreplaceable trust in someone...
All of this was transformed into a declaration that resounded throughout the venue.
"Finally, I've arrived before you!"
The deep, heart-pounding electronic bass drum resounds, creating a soundscape with an inexplicable allure, based on the unique style of festival songs.
That was a meticulously designed piece that Nakajima Hiroshi revised repeatedly; every rhythm was the result of his painstaking efforts in refining it.
Asuka Kirara, following the rhythm, began to captivate the crowd with a provocative tone.
"Want to hurl insults? Want to vent? Want to run rampant from behind the crowd?"
She spread one hand in an inviting gesture, her sharp eyes sweeping over the area where the malicious spectators were.
"Can!"
Decisive and unbiased, without any judgment.
"Escaping the despair of being swallowed up by your resume?"
Her voice carried a hint of weary understanding, as if she too had been overwhelmed by the same tidal wave.
"Can!"
"Give up on boring relationships?"
His tone became distant and weary.
"Can!"
"Even in front of the screen late at night, do I hate my ordinary self!?"
An idol's aura gradually takes shape.
The audience was clearly structured: malicious enemies, overworked office workers struggling to make ends meet, and NEETs who had escaped to this place.
I understand everything, I know everything!
Asuka felt a subtle sense of control.
She leaned close to Mike, as if issuing a decree.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
The spotlight enveloped her, as if she were the sole deity of the dark world, issuing a decree of indulgence.
Asuka opens her arms.
Yes.
She allows, she is tolerant.
"Allowance, inclusion—you can have all of that today!"
The shouts and curses from the malicious audience gradually subsided.
The girl on stage did not criticize their darkness; she accepted it all and allowed it to be.
However, just as this indulgent promise reached its climax, the music abruptly stopped!
Asuka's voice suddenly lowered, becoming dangerous and sharp.
"but!"
Her pause made everyone's hearts leap into their throats.
"If the desire to destroy everything is still burning in your bones, still screaming, still alive..."
"If you occasionally want to seek a smile and a sense of happiness..."
She raised her finger, pointing to the audience, to every pair of eyes.
"Then I'll take those eyes of yours, those eyes that're used to seeing trash..."
"Firmly welded to my body!"
Asuka brought the microphone close to her lips, using all her strength to rouse the crowd.
The emotions, beliefs, and will accumulated over the past few days were all forged and transformed into a battle cry to declare the start of the new campaign.
"Witness! This was created for you!"
"A wild weapon destined to resound across the battlefield!!!"
"Here..."
Like a young animal hunting for the first time, it stands in its hunting grounds, staring at its tense, crouching prey.
The girl curled the corners of her lips into a smile.
"Arrival—!!!!!"
Kuroda Karito's expression changed.
The situation is not good!
This is a very bad sign, even nine out of ten. This newcomer has already shown signs of taking control of the situation.
Although her rhythm wasn't professional, her emotions and her infectious energy seemed tailor-made for the stage.
Damn it, this performance is probably going to get out of control!
The music style has changed drastically!
Amidst the frenzied guitar rhythms and the torrential drumbeats, Asuka raised her slender arm, her fingertips tracing across the audience seats.
"Come on, follow me..."
The music and dance are electrifying, let's begin!
Purely radio-wave style lyrics, accompanied by an energetic rhythm, unfolding rapidly!
"Radio waves intertwine in my mind!"
"I don't need any meaning or significance!"
"The noise is a caress!"
"Staleness is the code!"
"The broken receivers are what make our channels!"
at the same time……
Dance!
Every movement is precisely timed to the beat, exuding a powerful and untamed beauty.
Like a miracle.
The cacophony of insults from the audience somehow blended into the violent melody, becoming a negligible accompaniment.
And many more people, whether neutral, worried, or excited veteran otaku.
Their attention was firmly captured by this rhythm that was not about quality but about resonance!
Hiroshi Nakajima revised and meticulously designed the performance, showcasing the strengths of Asuka no Hana to the fullest!
"A frenzied rhythm, overwhelming my heartbeat!"
"Reality is dissolving, the noise is numbing!"
"A dream about to break, a distorted signal!"
"All of it, all of it, vomit it all out!"
Power, beauty, and unbridled indulgence.
The audience was already swaying to the rhythm, unconsciously tapping their feet.
Even the most picky people have long since put aside their picky attitude.
Although the techniques are very limited, and the design tricks are even obvious.
but……
Haha, this time I'm really being lenient!
After all, it's rare to find someone who understands us.
Besides, she's such a cute girl!
The advantage of the radio wave system is quite clear: once the artist has enough charisma, they can quickly turn the stage into a home ground with built-in interaction.
Asuka clearly possesses this talent and ability!
"Come, let's resonate! Let's share this unhappiness—!"
"To crush this shattered world together!"
"Understanding or anything like that was never necessary in the first place!"
"Why can't we find a way to escape anywhere!"
"Love madly, and laugh foolishly even in the face of pain!"
"A normal cage, a hymn kicked to pieces, anesthetized dolls screaming!"
The allure of the stage and its pure infectiousness have long since swept away all malicious instigation.
She began to lead the audience in rhythm, waving and even dancing.
These were not designed by Hiroshi Nakajima; they were entirely the girls' own creative expression.
For example, a simple side-to-side head-shaking motion doesn't belong to any dance system at all.
That was how she chased away her frustration when she was annoyed with the wall in the open space of Akabane when she was a child.
Asuka Hanabira doesn't have enough stage presence.
She danced, moved, and stirred the audience simply out of instinct.
But what does it matter?
The audience seems to have fallen in love with her; the audience has submitted to her; the audience, like her, has become anesthetized dolls!
Together with the girl, they struggled, went mad, twisted, and tried to escape the oppressive courtyard of the Reiwa era.
Hiroshi Nakajima's target audience was quite strategic, and his designs resonated with a great deal.
Almost everyone knows what she's trying to say.
I understand, I get it.
Forget about technique and scrutiny for now, just let loose and go with the beat!
That's the original meaning of the stage, isn't it?
"Come on, let's make it even noisier! Join me!"
"Drown in the melody of weapons, until..."
The sound began to subside.
Asuka is indeed like a broken doll—exquisite, fragile, frozen in time.
She was breathing slightly heavily, and sweat slid down her cheeks, glistening under the spotlight.
His gaze gradually softened.
Murmurs.
"Like this..."
"Quiet……"
Only then did everyone realize that the electrifying music had already stopped; they had long since fallen into the rhythm of Asuka no Hana and were completely captivated.
The girl waited.
She felt a strange sense of control, as if the stage had been rehearsed countless times, and she could even vaguely guess the audience's reactions.
sure.
No, I allowed it!
I am truly grateful to you!
I, the Flower Spike, grant you the power of blind obedience!
Dear audience...
Now, gaze upon me, look up to me, worship me, and imprint me firmly in your mind!