Idol Reincarnation Academy: 765 Pro Assembles at School!
Shota Amagase, a first-year middle schooler who dreams of the entertainment world, is running late on the first day of the new semester. He bumps into a girl in uniform around the corner. With fluffy brown hair, she hurriedly apologizes. The next moment, Shota realizes: she looks exactly like the famous idol Haruka Amami. Actually, she IS her.
The truth: the idols of 765 Production have reincarnated as ordinary students at Nijigasaki Academy. Haruka, Chihaya, Yayoi, Iori, Azusa, Ritsuko, Yukiho
Idol Reincarnation Academy: 765 Pro Assembles at School! - There's someone I want to deliver this song to —The School Festival's Final Stage—
Morning light streamed through the hospital window.
Shouta stood beside the white curtain, gazing at Haruka's face.
"Haruka-san, are you really okay? You're not pushing yourself?"
Haruka shook her fluffy, shoulder-length brown hair and smiled. When she smiled, her eyes curved into crescent moons. It wasn't the frail smile from before. It was bright — like the sun.
"Yeah! I heard your piano, Shouta-kun. And then... my voice came back!"
She gently touched her own throat.
"It's still a little hoarse. But I can sing. I can sing with everyone."
Something tightened deep in Shouta's chest. Relief — and an unease that hadn't faded.
(Haruka-san's body... there's still some noise left.)
He could see it. Around Haruka's body, a faint shimmer — like a sandstorm. The resonance singing should have erased the noise. But it hadn't. Not completely.
"Shouta-kun?"
Haruka peered into his face. Her amber eyes looked straight at him.
"Ah, sorry! It's nothing!"
Shouta laughed hastily. He didn't want to worry her.
"Let's go! Everyone's waiting!"
He picked up Haruka's bag and opened the hospital room door.
"Yeah!"
Haruka jumped off the bed. She wobbled slightly. Shouta instinctively caught her hand.
"Haruka-san! Are you okay?"
Her hand was still a little cold. It trembled faintly in his palm.
"Ehehe, sorry. I was just lying down for a while."
She squeezed his hand back.
"But your hand is warm, Shouta-kun."
His face burned. His heart was too loud.
(Sh-she's close! Haruka-san's face is so close!)
"Um, Haruka-san. I can't walk if you don't let go."
"Ah, sorry!"
She let go immediately. Both of them were red-faced.
Outside the room, an older nurse was watching with a knowing smile.
* * *
Morning in Nijigaoka City was livelier than usual, buzzing with the energy of the school festival.
Colorful flags decorated the shopping street in front of the station. The smell of fresh-baked bread drifted from the bakery. At the flower shop, rainbow morning glories were in bloom.
"Wow, it's like a festival!"
Haruka bounced on her heels.
"Haruka-san, the performance hasn't even started yet. Save your energy."
"Ehehe, but I'm just so happy!"
Watching her smile, Shouta's anxiety faded — just a little.
(It's okay. We'll make this work. No matter what.)
He clenched his fist.
That was when it happened.
"Well, well. Look who it is."
He turned toward the voice. Kyoko Mido, the owner of the live house "Crossroad," stood there in a black apron, hugging a large paper bag.
"Mido-san! Good morning!"
"Mido-san, are you coming today?!"
Kyoko gave a small smile.
"I'm coming to hear you sing. Here — I brought you something."
She handed the paper bag to Shouta. The scent of spices rose from inside.
"Hibiki curry! Yes!"
"I love your curry, Mido-san!"
"Eat up before the show. It'll give you stamina."
She clapped Shouta on the shoulder.
"...So. You awakened as a receiver."
Shouta's heart skipped.
"Mido-san, you know about that?"
"Live in this town long enough, you see things. Your piano erased Haruka's noise, didn't it? That's no small thing."
Her eyes grew distant.
"I used to sing, you know. A long time ago. But I can't anymore. That's why I want to hear the two of you sing."
A deep sadness bled through her voice.
Shouta couldn't find the words.
"Mido-san! We'll sing a song that reaches you — I promise!"
Haruka grabbed both of Kyoko's hands.
"Haruka..."
"Because you gave us a place to sing. If Crossroad hadn't been there, we would've fallen apart."
Her voice was direct and warm.
Kyoko's eyes widened for a moment. Then she smiled.
"...What was that? You're going to make me cry."
She wiped the corner of her eye with her finger.
"Go on, get moving! You'll be late!"
"Yes! We're off!"
Shouta and Haruka took off running toward Nijigaoka Academy.
* * *
Behind the gymnasium.
Thirty minutes until showtime.
Shouta and the others had changed into their stage costumes and were doing final checks.
"Shouta-kun, that looks great on you!"
Haruka smiled at his black shirt.
"Y-you think so? You look amazing too, Haruka-san."
The moment he said it, his face went bright red.
"Ehehe, thank you."
She blushed too.
"...What are you two flirting about?"
Miki pressed herself against Shouta's back. Her long, golden-brown hair brushed his arm.
"Whoa! Miki-chan! Don't cling to me!"
"Shouta-kun, aren't you going to look at my costume? I'm cuter, right?"
She wrapped her arms around his.
"M-Miki-chan! Let go! Everyone's watching!"
He looked around. Yayoi was smiling brightly. Iori looked exasperated. Ritsuko pushed up her glasses.
"Shouta, what are you doing right before the show?"
"Th-that's not it! This is — it's an accident!"
"Shouta-kun, you're so popular!"
"Not you too, Yayoi-chan! Don't tease me!"
That was when it happened.
"—That's enough."
A heavy voice echoed behind the gymnasium.
Shouta turned around.
Tetsushin Onigawara stood there. The teacher in charge of the school festival committee. Forty-five years old. A stern face with a scruffy beard.
Behind him stood two men in black suits.
(The Tuning Bureau...)
Something cold ran down Shouta's spine.
"Onigawara-sensei, what's going on?"
He stepped forward.
"The stage is cancelled."
Onigawara's voice was ice.
"What...?"
The color drained from Haruka's face.
"Wh-why?! Today's the performance!"
"Orders from the Tuning Bureau. Amami Haruka's noise hasn't been fully suppressed. If it erupts in front of an audience, civilians will be harmed. This is to protect you."
Onigawara stared hard into Shouta's eyes.
"Protect us from what?! Haruka-san wants to sing! She wants to sing with everyone!"
Shouta shouted.
"I want to sing. I want to sing with everyone and make them smile."
Haruka stepped forward, in front of Onigawara.
"Please. Listen to our song."
She bowed deeply.
Onigawara's face twisted for just a moment.
"...No. This has been decided."
He shook his head.
"Onigawara-sensei! Are you really a teacher?!"
Miki stood beside Shouta.
"Don't decide for us without even listening to our song!"
"That's right! What do you know about us?!"
"Please... we practiced so hard..."
Tears welled in Yayoi's eyes.
"Onigawara-sensei. I'm asking too."
Everyone turned toward that voice.
Chihaya Kisaragi stood there. Long, straight black hair. Clear blue eyes. Beautiful and composed.
"Chihaya-chan...!"
"Chihaya... where have you been all this time..."
She looked straight at him.
"I've been in the music room, singing. Alone. But Shouta-san listened to my song. That's why I came here today."
Her voice was quiet and strong.
"There are people I want my song to reach. So please — let us perform."
She bowed deeply.
Onigawara was speechless.
* * *
Shouta looked out at the audience from the wings of the stage.
The gymnasium stage. Capacity: five hundred.
The seats were nearly full.
In the front row sat Kyoko Mido. Behind her, Shiori Kuroki, the owner of the café Nocturne.
And then — the people who had appeared in Haruka's dream, the ones who had waved to her.
Hundreds of students and general audience members.
(I want to reach all of them.)
Shouta's chest grew hot.
He remembered the deal with the Tuning Bureau. If he erased his past-life memories, Haruka would be saved.
(But that's not it.)
He drew a deep breath.
(I'm not protecting my past life. I'm protecting right now.)
He turned to face Onigawara.
"Onigawara-sensei. Please don't cancel this. Listen to our song."
Shouta bowed deeply.
"Why would you go this far?"
Onigawara's voice was trembling.
Shouta raised his head.
"I want to deliver everyone's singing. I want to make someone smile. That's all."
His voice rang clearly through the silence of the gymnasium.
Onigawara stared at him.
A long silence.
"...Do what you want."
He turned his back.
"Onigawara-sensei...!"
"But if noise occurs, I stop it immediately. That much, you promise me."
He spoke without turning around.
"Yes! Thank you!"
Shouta shouted.
In that instant, the stage curtain rose.
* * *
The spotlight illuminated the stage.
Shouta sat at the piano.
His fingers touched the keys.
(I'll catch everyone's song.)
He closed his eyes.
Something pulsed deep in his chest.
(I'll deliver everyone's song to the audience.)
His fingers pressed down.
The first note.
Quiet — but certain.
At that sound, Haruka stepped forward.
"Everyone, here we go!"
Her voice rang across the stage.
Miki, Iori, Yayoi, Ritsuko, Yukiho, Makoto, Ami, Mami, Takane, Hibiki.
And Chihaya.
All thirteen stood on stage.
Shouta's piano began to sing.
Haruka's voice layered over it.
"—!"
That was the moment.
The air in the venue changed.
The singing seeped into the gaps in the audience's hearts.
Resonance singing.
Shouta's power as a receiver carried thirteen voices into each person's chest.
Kyoko's eyes widened in the front row.
Shiori Kuroki quietly closed her eyes.
Smiles spread across the students' faces.
Some were crying.
Haruka's voice was bright as the sun.
Miki's voice shone sharp as a star.
Iori's voice was noble and clear.
Yayoi's voice was energetic as a puppy.
And then — Chihaya's voice.
Her solo part.
Her voice enveloped the entire hall.
Transparent, powerful, and achingly tender.
All the feelings she had kept singing alone, all this time.
They reached every person in the venue.
Onigawara stood at the very back of the audience.
Tears spilled from his eyes.
(This song...)
A distant memory surfaced in his mind.
Back when he attended music college.
When he was consumed by composition.
When he still believed in his own talent.
(I gave up. But these kids...)
He clenched his fist.
The tears wouldn't stop.
* * *
The stage ended.
Thunderous applause.
A standing ovation.
"Thank you all so much!"
Haruka cried out through her tears.
The thirteen joined hands and lined up.
They bowed deeply.
The applause didn't stop.
* * *
The dressing room.
Shouta sat slumped against the wall.
(It's over...)
All the strength drained from his body.
"Shouta-kun! We did it! It was a huge success!"
Haruka flung herself at him.
"Whoa! Haruka-san!"
He caught her.
"It's all thanks to you, Shouta-kun! Thank you!"
Her eyes sparkled with tears.
"No — it's because everyone gave it their all."
He gently patted her head.
"Shouta-kun, say something to me too."
Miki clung to his other side.
"M-Miki-chan! Hey!"
"Shouta-kun. I'm giving up the center. I'll deliver my own song."
Her voice was serious.
He looked at her face.
"Miki-chan..."
"I figured it out. Even without being center, my song reaches people. Because you catch it for me, Shouta-kun."
She buried her face in his chest.
"Shouta-san."
Chihaya stood before him.
"Thank you. You were the one who listened to me until the very end."
She smiled.
Shouta's heart was full.
"Thank you, everyone! Let's keep delivering your songs — from now on, too!"
He shouted.
The dressing room overflowed with smiles and tears.
* * *
That night.
Shouta collapsed onto his bed.
(Today was a really long day.)
He stared at the ceiling.
The stage played back behind his eyelids.
Everyone's singing.
The audience's smiles.
Onigawara-sensei's tears.
(Thank god. Really, thank god.)
He picked up his phone.
Messages from everyone.
From Haruka — a photo of the stage.
All thirteen of them, smiling.
He stared at it.
(This is the moment I wanted to protect.)
That was when it happened.
A soft tap on the window.
He looked outside.
No one there.
But below the window, a white envelope lay on the ground.
He picked it up.
Nothing written on the front.
Inside, a single sheet of paper.
It read:
'Well done. But the price of awakening will come, someday, without fail. When it does — what will you lose? — Otonashi Chō'
Shouta stared at the letter.
(The price of awakening...)
The Tuning Bureau's warning echoed in his mind.
When he fully awakened, hi
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