Part 83: Determined Once More

BGM: Silence

06/27 (WED), Morning
Can't say I slept particularly well last night. My heart was racing even when I went to bed. Part of me even entertained the thought that everything else I'd come to see and learn during Divine Selection wouldn't hold a candle to this. Maybe that's true, though. I mean, it makes sense... depending on one's viewpoint of how the human heart works. Even at school, I'm unable to keep my mind off it.
Miharu and Mao get there before me, so I make it a point to give them a cheery greeting to try and switch gears.
BGM: At Amecha Girls' University High School






There's nothing different about Miharu today. She speaks to me like she always does, but it leaves me flustered. You'd think nothing happened last night judging by her attitude.

Mao makes no effort to hide her suspicion by staring at us. Can't blame her when I'm acting like this first thing in the morning.
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06/27 (WED), Noon
After battling my way through a grueling gauntlet of classes with less than a third of my typical concentration, the sweet release of lunch break finally arrives. Miharu has some business with one of our teachers, so it's just Mao and myself. Relieving, considering I'm still not sure I can talk to Miharu normally.
I sip my vegetable juice before getting started on my sandwich.
BGM: Regular Ordinary Girlish Chat


And the juice flies right back out of my mouth.





While vague, it's easy to understand what she's asking. The only thing that comes after a confession is a response.


A quick and blunt answer as she focuses more on jamming a straw into her strawberry milk. She probably knew I was about to ask...



Hearing Mao ramble on helps to cheer me up a bit. As she said, maybe I don't need to worry about this too much. I mean, I'll still take it seriously. I just won't worry about my answer affecting our friendship.
Actually... wouldn't it change if I said yes? We'd be girlfriends, right? A number of questions come to mind, but I do my best to push them aside and focus on the fact that we'll still be friends, regardless.


Mao's face contorts in horror at what I just said. Yup... definitely freaked her out with that one. I know more or less why. Even worse, I have no way to defend what I just said, so I try to change the subject instead. Fortunately, we manage to avoid bringing it up again until after lunch. If anything, I feel like I'll be able to set it all aside for now and hang out with Miharu like always.
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BGM: Good Morning (20XX XX XX)

06/29 (FRI), Morning
Friday. I've spent my time thinking about both Miharu and Divine Selection. The possibility that both myself and Scale suggested, of everyone being able to survive, weighs on my mind again. Miharu would likely tell me not to bother if I brought it up with her. So maybe I should talk to Naomi about it instead.

I haven't given up on learning the truth behind Divine Selection. Going through a bunch of books and hoping for the best might not be the best approach, but I don't want to stop. I'm a little more knowledgeable when it comes to the architecture and styles related to that place now, at least. For example, the designs aren't just for show. They reflect the time periods in which they were made, and are a result of necessities from those times.
Let's put that aside for now.

No need to be reserved at this point. I've already accepted that I need to rely on others to press onward.



Seems like Lethe snuck into my bed while I wasn't paying attention. That serves as a reminder that I should probably change my sheets, what with summer fast approaching.

06/29 (FRI), Evening


I laugh when I remember that we've had a similar exchange regarding politeness upon entry before. Naomi doesn't know about Miharu confessing to me. Mao said she's aware of Miharu's feelings for me, but I feel that it's best not to bring it up with everyone. Mao caught on without me saying anything, so I'll chalk that up to a simple accident.
The plan for today is to go through some more books for an hour, and then open up the store. Just as we've moved over to our table and tossed a bunch of books and notebooks on it, Naomi hits me with a suprising question.




A wave of relief washes over me. I nearly panicked over the possibility of her having realized the situation with Miharu.
BGM: Bonds


I haven't told her about my parents, either. Miharu's likely to tell her soon enough. Knowing that, she might be a bit confused by my statement. That's the answer I've reached, though. Nothing will change it. I felt a real connection with my parents when Miharu told me about them. I'm much younger and less competent than they were at the time, but the fact remains that I would do everything I could to help save a powerless child. That fundamental desire serves as a link between us.
In fact, that may very well have been what's influenced my actions up till now. In other words, I've been acting on instinct. Everything I did for Keiko, Sonya, and Shigetsugu was all by my own will, yet at the same time, it wasn't. The blood flowing through my veins is what spurred me on.

That all changes now. I won't let my blood or my instinct influence how I live my life anymore.



Scenery from the park flashes through my mind. I told her not long after Divine Selection had started that I may not have it in me to shoulder the burden of eliminating other participants. Naomi offered to shoulder it with me back then. But the resolve I have now wasn't a factor before. I had yet to awaken to who I really was. If there's anyone I have to thank for doing so, it's...



Naomi continues, struggling to overcome her shyness.

Naomi answers with a smile. Now it's all clear. Everything I do from here on will be of my own will. This is my path now.



It's entirely possible that I would have taken his suggestion to heart before Miharu's confession, too. It's far easier to think about ways for everyone to survive. Looking back, I was basically turning my eyes away from reality.

BGM: Silence
*brrring, brrring*
Just as Naomi finishes her sentence, the phone rings. Not my cell phone. The store's landline. All inquiries regarding orders and supplies go straight to my gran right now and this isn't a place that requires reservations, so it's rare for that phone to ring at all. Knowing that, I prepare myself before picking up.



I make eye contact with Naomi when I hear his voice. No doubt she's realized it's him, too. There's something disturbing about what he said, though. The way he said it implies that he could find information pertaining to me whenever he wanted.

He doesn't even expect me to decline. Once I agree, he shares the bar's location. Turns out it's not too far at all. I can walk there without issue.

The call lasts a mere two minutes.



Naomi looks concerned at first, but nods in agreement a moment later.