The Song Ends, the Crowd Scatters, and the Prime Minister Catches a Cold

One performance of "The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku" had the earth shaking and the sky changing color. In just a few minutes, the grand auditorium was already a complete mess, looking as though it had just been through some kind of tsunami—well, it really had been a tsunami: a sound-wave tsunami with over nine thousand nine hundred sound sources, amplified countless times over by the excellent resonance chamber effect of the school auditorium.

"Bubble, are you... still alive?"

Recovering from my dizzy spell, I hurriedly pinched the little loli lying limp in my arms. Her appearance gave me a fright: dilated pupils, a blank expression, vacant eyes, half a snack slipping from her mouth onto her face, and glistening drool running down from the corner of her lips. The pretty, adorable little loli now looked completely broken. If someone didn't know better, they might think I'd taken advantage of the moment to do something utterly unforgivable.

The Girl in my arms rolled her eyes and immediately put on an expression of profound sorrow. Reaching out with her little hands, she tugged at my neck. "Darling, I never thought we would meet again in heaven. Come on, give me a passionate reunion kiss. Please, don't hold back..."

I casually flicked her forehead, finally confirming that Child's Mother was still alive.

"Yashiro, I suddenly feel like this is the real New Face Team."

Shermie had remained in her pose of staring up at the sky. Her long bangs concealed her eyes, so we couldn't see her expression, but judging from her ethereal tone, she was probably as broken as Bubble.

"If a group of humans like this had existed in 1997, would Kusanagi and his kind even have needed to show up?"

Yashiro Nanakase, sitting several seats away, covered his face in