"The most important thing is that I believe in everyone, believe in Muse, believe in Honoka..." Perhaps in order to make a certain married-man-loving Katsura abandon certain improper thoughts, Kotori Minami's verbal barrage began escalating. "So, Mr. Katsura, all you need to do is cheer us on. That's all. We should fight for the rest ourselves."
"..." Kotaro Katsura rubbed his chin again. "Trusting in the strength of one's companions, huh? Indeed, Kotori-chan has a group of wonderful friends..."
"Yes, Mr. Katsura is right!" This time, the smile on Kotori Minami's face looked much more at ease.
It had to be said, Katsura could fool countless people whenever he acted serious—Sogo Doma sighed inwardly, before a familiar term suddenly linked the memories in his mind together.
Saving the school, Muse, Minami Kotori—rather, Minami Kotori...
EMMM...
Wasn't this the slogan of some evil cult? One Heart, One Faith...
Pope Honoka was also exactly the sort of talent countless pyramid schemes desperately needed. Honestly, having her become an idol was such a waste of her gifts. Though plenty of people called her the Fruit Emperor even as an idol, wouldn't promoting products for cash have been better?
Still...
Sogo Doma glanced at Kotaro Katsura beside him. Sometimes, he had to admit that Fake Hair really had a sharp eye for people. If he was right, Muse was still in its founding stage, when no one thought much of them. Yet Fake Hair had actually...
No, perhaps he was overthinking it. Fake Hair was simply here for that married female chairman...
Probably...
"No matter what path you walk, as long as you know your companions are standing behind you, you can keep moving forward bravely. Because no matter what difficulties you encounter, you can face them hand in hand with your companions. No