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[Good morning! The Japan Meteorological Agency reports Tokyo's cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Yesterday's high in Tokyo was 23.7°C…]
The broadcaster's crisp, clear voice spilled from the TV, bringing the first stir of noise to the quiet room.
The girl casually drew the curtains, sunlight flooding in like a tide, illuminating the dim space.
"Hey-yo~ Hey-yo~!"
In the gentle morning light, the girl began her morning workout, her stretching arms and legs radiating the vibrant charm of dawn.
She wore a red-based Japanese JK school uniform, paired with a gray pleated skirt and black knee-high socks.
The sliver of skin between her stockings and skirt was creamy white, faintly shimmering in the sunlight, dazzling to the eye.
Her shoulder-length, slightly yellowish blonde hair gleamed under the newborn sun, evoking golden quicksand, tied with a cute red hairband on the left side of her forehead.
At a glance, she seemed like a gyaru, but she was actually a spirited high school girl.
"Great weather today, and I'm brimming with energy—perfect~!"
The girl stretched her limbs with lively enthusiasm, like the heroine of a teen idol drama.
[First news item: It's been ten years since that tragic incident. The old radio tower once symbolized peace and tranquility, but the new 'Yanenoki' is nearing completion. At 634 meters, its exterior is nearly finished, set to replace the old tower.]
"Mhm~!"
Nodding cutely to the TV news, the girl glanced up at the striking structure that had become a city landmark in recent years.
Like a cluster of spider lilies blooming over ruins, its steel beams, cold and glossy, draped like willow branches, encircling and stabilizing the shattered tower's core.
"Hope this 'Yane no Ki' lasts a bit longer~!"
Her pale, soft hands clasped in prayer, the girl wished earnestly. "Let's set a small goal—no accidents for a year!"
A year's no small feat!
She laced her fingers, raising them overhead for a final stretch, wrapping up her morning routine.
You know, buildings like this never survive a single Conan movie!
The thought popped into her head unbidden, and she belatedly reacted. "Wait, what's a Conan movie?"
"Something from my past life, probably?"
Her slender finger tapped her rosy lips, brows furrowing, her ruby-red eyes brimming with contemplation.
"Arghhh! How much have I forgotten?! It sounds so fun! I'm dying to know!"
She racked her brain for past-life memories, but nothing came, and she flopped onto the bed, rolling in frustration.
"Ugh!" She pounded her pillow angrily. "In the end, all I remember is my name and random words popping into my head…"
It wasn't forgetting her past life that annoyed her, but the sense that these were fun, fascinating things, yet she only grasped fragments.
Ding-a-ling!
A sudden ringtone made her toss the pillow back, grabbing her phone. Seeing the caller ID, her lips curved naturally.
"Morning, Sensei~!"
Her mood brightened instantly, her voice lively and cheerful.
"Chisato, get over here now!"
A middle-aged man's voice crackled through the phone.
"Eh?! It's way early for our meet-up!" Chisato's eyes widened in surprise.
"Something's up," the voice replied, tinged with exasperation.
"Seriously? I was about to brew my coffee!"
Grumbling, Chisato tilted her head, pinning the phone, swiftly packing her things, slinging her bag… er, backpack, and darting downstairs.
Helmet on, she hopped onto her green-and-white electric scooter, zipping toward her destination while obeying traffic rules.
After all, countless roads, safety first. Drive reckless, loved ones' tears burst.
The phrase flashed in her mind, likely another past-life memory, but Chisato didn't dwell on it this time.
Over the years, she'd grown used to these moments—pointless to ponder when nothing came up.
An unexpected twist in her urgent mission sparked thrilling, fun developments, and witnessing an epic scene got Chisato pumped!
Tucked beside a quiet residential street, a cozy Japanese-style café, LycoReco, exuded calm.
The shop served sweets, coffee, and more, while also taking on clients' varied troubles—work, love, life's woes, you name it.
They even offered delivery!
The poster girl? Yours truly, Chisato!
Psst, LycoReco's secretly a DA branch, but as for what DA is…
Eh, it's a super boring, kinda absurd organization!
Good kids don't need to know!
After wrapping up her café waitress shift, Chisato rode her scooter home.
Tomorrow was a day off—time to party tonight!
Grabbing her stash of snacks and soda, Chisato sprawled on her beanbag sofa, catching up on anime and movies.
This was Chisato's carefree, blissful life!
Her life as "Shiraki" was over.
She'd even forgotten what her past-life self looked like—what was the point of dwelling?
Now, she was "Nishikigi Chisato"!
Or so, um, she thought.
Until…
"What is this place?"
In a shimmering, starlit galaxy-like space, Chisato felt a bit lost.
She'd planned an all-night binge, but the cliché, dull plot made her eyelids droop and brain fog. After a few yawns, she'd passed out.
"Eh?! Where're my clothes?!"
Looking down, she saw her vibrant, youthful figure, instinctively covering key spots, squirrel-like, scanning around. Confirming no one else was there, she sighed in relief.
"Am I dreaming? A lucid dream?"
"But why buck naked?!"
"Could it be… could I actually be a closet perv?" Chisato tilted her head.
"No way! Absolutely not!"
Her stand-up comedy-style monologue lent a spark of life to the silent, profound space.
As the ace of aces among Lycoris, perhaps the greatest ever, Chisato could track time precisely by her heartbeat.
After wandering this soothing, calming space for 10 minutes and 35 seconds, something changed.
"That's… a little kid?!"
A tiny loli, about seven years old, appeared out of nowhere, equally bare.
Her delicate, adorable face was heart-meltingly cute, with a silvery-white neck and thin lips so pale they tugged at the heart.
But her pristine, wavy brown hair gave the loli an oddly mature, icy allure, like a tiny adult.
Her ice-blue eyes brimmed with confusion and daze, staring blankly ahead for several seconds before her consciousness slowly sharpened.
"Pervert?"
Her tender, ethereal voice held a steadiness beyond her years, but the word "pervert" shot through Chisato's soul.
"I'm not a pervert!" Chisato wailed, collapsing.
"Alright, the sense of freedom from nudity has psychological benefits, releasing emotions. People who enjoy being bare are often extroverted, so…"
Normally, a girl wouldn't act so casually with a stranger, but this one stirred an uncanny, natural familiarity, lowering her guard.
"An extroverted pervert."
The little adult-like girl declared, scanning her surroundings the moment she regained clarity.
But this… it was unbelievable!
As a genius scientist, she wouldn't yell "This isn't scientific!" or such nonsense.
Science, in a nutshell: discover patterns, summarize patterns, use patterns.
Objective reality was part of the universe's laws.
She knew this, yet the scene before her still sent shockwaves through her core!
It was like a caveman's awe at first glimpsing the stars, a soul-deep jolt!
The sheer astonishment drowned out the high school girl's chatter until one line pierced through.
"If being naked makes you a pervert, aren't you one too?!"
"What?" Eyes widening in shock, the girl looked down, her gaze passing her flat chest to her pale, tender, food-grade cute feet.
"So, little missy, don't throw shade."
Leaning forward, Chisato propped a hand on her hip, reaching to pat the loli's head.
The brown-haired girl stepped back to dodge, but failed.
The moment her pale fingertips touched the girl's forehead, both froze, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Nishikigi Chisato…"
"Miyano Shiho… Haibara Ai…"
"…"
"Two more girls? Come on, this transmigration's gotta be glitched!"
Before they could process the flood of memories, a male voice snapped their attention, and Chisato and Haibara's faces shifted.
Ignoring their exposed state, Chisato scooped Haibara into her arms, shielding her with her body, vigilance maxed, then turned to look behind.
A black-haired man, unfamiliar yet oddly familiar, stood alongside a breathtakingly gorgeous white-haired girl, straight out of a fairy tale.
And they were both clothed!
"As expected of me, all top-tier beauties!" The white-haired girl struck a pose, hands on hips, her words leaving Chisato and Haibara momentarily stunned.
"But a one-in-thirty-two chance? That's pretty slim."
"Who are you? What is this place? Why'd you bring us here?"
Bare before a man, Chisato's pale skin flushed faintly with embarrassment, yet she oddly didn't mind his gaze.
Haibara, curled in Chisato's arms, her grim face softened to shock upon seeing them, a vague soul-deep image sharpening.
"Who am I?" Shiraki blinked, a mischievous grin curling his lips.
"I'm the pervert you just mentioned!"
With that, he twisted his face into a mock-leer, raising his hand like a lustful fiend, reaching for Chisato's chest.
Chisato's expression tightened, breath steadying, her small fist swinging fiercely.
She wasn't just a high school girl—she was the top Lycoris!
"Tryna cop a feel? Die firs—"
Her words cut off. Her pale fist froze less than a centimeter from Shiraki's nose, the gust ruffling his bangs.
Her ruby eyes widened, reflecting the hand on her chest, her glossy lips parting, her words shifting naturally.
"How's the feel?"
Her tone carried odd anticipation, like a kid awaiting praise.
"Not bad at all, 'me' is the best!"
Shiraki praised without hesitation.
It was himself, after all!