|Writer: 日日日 (Akira)|
|Location: Summer Live Stage|
|Everyone! Thank you for gathering here for our Live today!|
|Have fun! Now now, you may engross yourselves in our refreshing songs that will blow off the intense heat…☆
Yes yes! We’re far from our homebase, so some of you might be wondering, ‘Who the heck?’
So we’ll perform a song in place of an introduction!
Songs are the universal language! If you listen to our singing, you’ll definitely understand us—no, you’ll come to like us!
|This is a collaboration between us Eve and dearest Trickstar! Enjoy it to your fill!
We’ll gift you a special summer memory, the Summer Live…☆
Watch us! Hear us! Feel our love…!
|Fufu. Hiyori-kun is coming on strong, as always.
Compared to that, Hokuto is being pathetic. He seems to have it tough just trying to read out the lines he’s responsible for.
And he’s supposed to be Wataru’s favorite pupil that he prides on?
…I told him not to let Hiyori-kun talk, and yet. If he doesn’t do anything, Eve might monopolize the stage, you know?
|You talk to yourself a lot, Tenshouin-kun.|
|Hello, Sakuma-senpai. I suppose talking to myself makes me look gloomy?|
|How distant, calling me a senpai like that.
You can call me ‘Rei-kun♪’ if you’d like. Isn’t that how you treat my Ritsu, like an equal friend.
|I’ve never considered myself equal to you. That’s frightening.
…And just to be clear, I wasn’t mumbling to myself. I was speaking loudly to let Anzu-chan hear.
|Oh, the young lady Anzu. You are a girl with a thin presence, as always; I didn’t notice you hidden in Tenshouin-kun’s shadow.|
|Fufu. Well, she’s a producer. It’s unreasonable to tell her to be as conspicuous as an idol.
Rather than that, Sakuma… kun. Is it okay for you to walk around under the sunrays like that? It’s not my responsibility if you turn to ashes, you know?
|Well, it is indeed rather harsh. But I thought I would at least catch a glimpse of the Summer Live before going home to rest.
My heart would ache from my guilty conscience were I to act completely uncaring to this affair, after all.
It is the decisive game that will forecast Yumenosaki Academy’s… no, the future of the idol industry… I cannot overlook it.
|Fufu. This Summer Live isn’t such a big thing. It’s a skirmish to prepare them for SS; if we’re speaking in kishoutenketsu, we’re still at shou, the development stage.
Though of course, immediately reaching a dead end upon failure constantly happens in the idol industry.
If they fail here, that’ll mean that’s all Trickstar is worth.
|Ruthless—but no, perhaps it’s only a pretense. You would not lift even a finger for something that does not pique your interest.
You propelled that frail body to rise and come out under the blazing sun all for this.
|That goes for you, too. Maybe we’re still too young to know how to take a back seat and behave as observers.
Don’t you think so, Anzu-chan? ♪
|Now, do not be absurd and name her there. The young lady Anzu looks like she does not have the slightest idea what you are talking about.|
|I can guess. She’s not producing for Summer Live, after all.
She was left out of the loop, so she should only know fragments.
But if she had tried to involve herself more desperately, more proactively… she wouldn’t have to merely stand and watch from beneath the stage with a bewildered look like she does now.
|You’re such a devil, Tenshouin-kun~…
It is one thing to push your adored children off a cliff to see if they’ll come back stronger, but to throw a bomb at where they fell cannot be anything but malice or madness.
|Fufu. Any lion cub would be able to crawl back from a valley.
What I want to see is a miraculous existence who can make a splendid return, even after tasting a tragedy full of despair at the bottom.
|Young lady… Tenshouin-kun is being more of a bully than necessary, so I do not wish to be harsh with you, but…
You made a poor judgment this time.
Kuku. You look bewildered; you cannot comprehend what we’re saying, I suppose? That’s the most evident proof of your failure, young lady♪
Humility is a virtue. However, young lady—you’re too unobtrusive.
I know. You are not producing for Summer Live…
…so you have no right to chime in or poke your nose into this business—yes, that you think that way is inevitable.
But you are Trickstar’s treasured comrade, their friend, who escaped death together with them.
You should also be aware of the harsh journey they must undertake to prepare for SS.
And yet—why did you do nothing?
You are being distant. Heartless, even. Why did you decide to take a step back?