Part 118: Good Day

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Mao's probably the only one to adapt well to Naomi's sudden change.



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Naomi places one hand over her mouth and belts out an elegant laugh. It's far too different from how Naomi usually behaves. If anything, it reminds me of a certain someone.
Parca.
The realization causes me to stay alert. Wasn't it my body she was aiming for? What's more, we still have three days of Divine Selection left.

We make our way into the school upon her insistence, all manner of questions on my mind.

Once inside, we split up and head to our respective classrooms. Mao doesn't seem too taken aback due to her relief that Naomi's better, but I don't have that same luxury. The same applies to Miharu. What if Mao's memories have been overwritten to make her think that this is now Naomi's always talked? A chill runs down my spine as I consider that. There's nothing I can do if Parca's taken over Naomi and altered the world to make that normal.



Mao makes it apparent that she's too preoccupied with being happy over Naomi's recovery to care about her speech. One concern's been eliminated, but the possibility of Parca having taken over Naomi's body remains. We agree to meet after school, so I'll take a chance and see how things play out.
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07/20 (FRI), Noon
It's been a while since we were last at school, but there's nothing much for us to do other than check our exam results. I'm actually pretty invested in them this time, considering the effort I put into studying.

Mao wastes no time in asking me about my grades. And for once in my life, I can show my report card with pride.



She is happy to shove her own report card in my face. Over seventy in every subject. She has to be in the top half of our grade with results like that.


Miharu makes her way over while I'm wincing over this harsh life lesson.


Her results are so incredible that I can barely stand to look at them. But just as she said, she dropped to second in our grade this time around. There are three scholarship positions from what I remember, so her marks shouldn't be an issue.

The format of our school means that most people have already started to study for the university's entrance exams the moment they enter high school. That reminds me, Naomi said she's gonna start going to cram school during the summer. I guess that makes me and Mao the odd ones out, considering Miharu's a beast that doesn't need to worry about such things.


I realize she's trying to cheer me up- I do. But her point's so sharp that it may as well be a lethal weapon. I just pray she doesn't say anything like that around Naomi.

Mao declares her plans loud and proud, but Miharu seems to have ignored them completely.


Miharu and I promised we'd go to it back when we were at the theme park. That's why I respond right away.

I give Mao an affirmative nod.
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We only have morning classes today, so we head back to my place after grabbing some food at the school cafeteria. As for Naomi, she's still speaking like royalty.

This sure is messing with my head. Hearing Naomi talk and act snobby like Parca is an... adjustment, to say the least. Life would be a lot easier if I could just not care like Mao, but that's not an option.





Miharu makes no effort to hide her incredulity. The conversation continues as we make our way to Lion House.