Final Act: Angel / Reverse Side
[Prim-Libra] 10th Branch, Top Floor.
On this floor, covered with red carpet, there are two rooms.
One is the Branch Director’s office.
Despite being called a “room,” it’s large enough to fit a tennis court.
The interior is lavishly decorated with luxurious and magnificent furnishings.
Currently, the 10th Branch Director is away at headquarters, but the room is kept beautifully maintained.
The one doing this is the Deputy Director, Shindo Isana.
It’s work outside her official duties.
But her maid uniform isn’t just for show.
Isana single-handedly takes care of all the troublesome matters in the 10th Branch, which is full of problem children, starting with the whimsical Branch Director.
The other room on the top floor is her safe haven.
“Hm hm, hmm♪”
Isana cheerfully goes through her desk work.
The mountain of documents piled up quickly disappears.
She’s probably handling the absent Director’s work too, but there’s no sign of strain in her processing.
In fact, whether the Director is here or not, Isana usually does their share of work, so it’s no different from usual.
“Ugh”
Isana suddenly stops and stares at a single document.
The title reads – [On the Justification of Building Destruction in the Recent Large-Scale Offensive].
“………… “
Isana silently pretends not to have seen it.
Then, she slumps her shoulders.
“Damn… This branch is full of nothing but troublemakers…”
Muttering that she thought Hinata-chan was at least sensible, she pushes up her braided hairband that was about to slip off.
Steeling her heart, she processes the mountain of documents in less than an hour.
“Alright. Now, what’s left is this”
She reaches for the only piece of notepaper left on the desk.
After confirming that it hasn’t been opened by anyone yet, she breaks the seal and unfolds the trifolded report.
“Hmm…”
Reading with an unusually serious expression, she suddenly looks up and sets the paper on fire with a lighter.
The flame spreads from the edge, turning the paper to ash.
“So even the Third Seal has begun to flicker”
As she lets go, the burning paper disintegrates before reaching the floor.
Slowly, Isana walks to the window.
“Her nightmares are right before us now, aren’t they…”
There’s no usual cheerfulness in her eyes, wavering with concern.
Below, the cityscape of Sakura-mura, still under construction, spreads out.
The Ibusuki residence was a rare Japanese-style house in the city, worthy of being called a mansion.
However, the interior wasn’t entirely traditional Japanese.
While there was a tatami room, what was mainly used was the so-called LDK.
It’s a Western-style room that integrates the living room, dining room, and kitchen.
Standing in front of the built-in kitchen is a college girl in an apron – Kushibiki Kushina.
[The centennial festival held last week. The large-scale attack that occurred on the fifth day in the subcenter Sakura-mura still leaves significant scars on the cityscape]
While half-listening to the live broadcast from the TV, she skillfully proceeds with her cooking.
As she reaches out to the spice rack to grab the soy sauce dispenser – her hand cuts through the air.
For a moment she looks puzzled, then furrows her brow.
“Ibuki, you’ve misplaced the soy sauce dispenser again. I’ve told you countless times to remember where it goes- Oh?”
Her complaint directed behind her is met with complete silence, and Kushina turns around.
There was a black leather sofa placed with its back towards Kushina.
This was arranged at Kushina’s command to the homeowner, as she was embarrassed to be seen cooking.
The living-dining room as usual.
However, the familiar figure of the young man who is both childhood friend and homeowner, Ibusuki Ibuki, is nowhere to be seen – instead, a girl is sitting there.
Kushina asks the girl.
“Hey, Hinata. Where’s Ibuki?”
Soehi Hinata.
She’s Kushina’s cute little sister figure who has recently started visiting this house often again.
Although the time they spent together as children wasn’t very long, it wouldn’t be wrong to call her another childhood friend, a precious existence.
This girl turns only her head towards Kushina and smiles slightly.
“If you’re looking for Onii-san, he just snuck out a moment ago”
“…Sigh, he ran away. Honestly”
Kushina sighs, “Can’t be helped,” and returns to her cooking.
“Fufu, he really is hopeless, isn’t he?”
Unaware that behind her, the girl’s eyes narrowed seductively.
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“Right? Onii-san♪”
Hinata whispers in a voice low enough that Kushina behind her can’t hear.
Ibuki was holding his breath, looking up at the bewitching smile on her face.
He’s probably hidden from Kushina’s view by the back of the sofa.
After all, Ibuki is currently lying on the sofa.
In his line of sight are rich twin hills, and beyond them, the face of his beloved.
And above all, the soft sensation at the back of his head.
To describe the current situation concisely and accurately, it would be like this:
“How is it? My lap pillow”
Ibuki thought.
He didn’t understand.
“…………………………????”
His eyes were wide open, his mouth smiling.
Question marks overflowed in his brain like Japan’s three major rapid streams.
The invincible Kumasan is also struggling.
Why now?
Why behind Kushina?
Wait, why am I getting a lap pillow in the first place?
Why does Hinata-chan look so pleased?
Why does Hinata-chan smell so good?
Why is Hinata-chan so incredibly cute?
Don’t question that, Hinata-chan being cute is a universal fact.
Ibuki realized.
(I think of my oshi, therefore I am, thus I have no regrets in my life)
Even Descartes would be troubled.
The prestige of past philosophers was nothing but a roadside pebble to the current Ibuki.
But suddenly, he thinks of Kushina.
His childhood friend, cooking with her back turned just over there.
She surely wouldn’t imagine Ibuki being in this situation with Hinata.
It’s not like there’s anything wrong, but.
Somehow, he feels a bit guilty.
When Ibuki stirred, feeling a faint but certain discomfort.
“Fufu”
Hinata’s, his little sister figure’s, – his most beloved heroine’s.
Her hand gently, bewitchingly, combed through Ibuki’s hair.
On the girl’s face was a seductive expression she had been showing more often recently.
(Ah, that face is unfair-)
The otaku died.
(Onii-san is so cute)
Hinata continues to stroke the head of the young man on her lap, overflowing with affection from within her heart.
Right next to his childhood friend who is like his other half, hiding like this with a girl who is like a sister to him.
In a situation that could be called immoral, he was dizzy.
The more she sees him flustered like this, the more her heart races at the gap with how he usually leads her by the hand.
(I’m sorry, Kushina-chan)
She’s doing something wrong.
She’s aware of that.
(But, I can’t help it)
It’s not like she’s trying to ruin their relationship.
It’s enough to just get a little taste like this sometimes.
Just doing this satisfies Hinata’s hunger.
And Ibuki’s compensation umbra is also resolved.
What a distorted yet wonderful symbiosis of codependency.
(Isn’t it irrational and wasteful not to do something so efficient?)
Rather, the more she endures, the more concentrated and deep the poison will become.
To avoid such a situation, occasional tasting is essential.
For now… [Onii-san and Hinata-chan] are fine at this distance.
But, yes, for example-.
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