Hypnosis Mic -Division Rap Battle- Rewind Lyrics: Take Back Shibuya - 废墟之泪与重生之日

"Gentaro!" My scream bounced off the concrete ruins and vanished. He no longer moves. His long, deep green hair lies sprawled across the floor, matted with blood and dust. His narrowed crimson eyes are closed. From his mouth, stories you could never tell were lies or truth will never leap forth again. His broken Hypnosis Mic—a special device managed by the Chuuouku that imbues words with power—glowed dimly at my feet. The pink candy motif was shattered cruelly. That was the one I gave him. "Kotonoha Party. Target neutralized." A cold voice. I turned. A woman with black braids stood there. Her bangs cut straight across. Her jet-black, narrow eyes reflected no emotion, like a doll's. Kagari. Leader of the Kotonoha Party. A rapper-hunting unit organized by the Chuuouku. "A rapper's words are nothing but cancer cells disrupting society." She spoke as she put away her neutralization device—the Void Jammer. A 15-meter radius. A 3-second charge. That's all it took. Our Hypnosis Mics, the very souls of us rappers, turned to scrap. "Cells are excised. That is logic." I tried to lunge at her. But my body wouldn't move. My knees buckled. I put my hands on the cold floor. My fingertips trembled. (Gentaro is... dead?) My partner. The brains of Fling Posse, representing the Shibuya Division. A novelist. Always grinning. Nine out of ten words were lies—but with that final one, he always pushed me forward. After the Arms Prohibition Ordinance, rap battles became the way to settle conflicts. Me, pulling allies together with charisma. Gentaro, cornering enemies with strategy. And one more—a gambling addict—Daisu. The three of us protected this city of Shibuya. And yet. "Why... why...!" The tears wouldn't stop. Droplets from my eyes made small stains on the concrete. I'm a designer. I launched a brand called Empty Candy. I have a shop. T-shirts, jeans, accessories. Popular with Shibuya's youth. Last month's sales were pretty good. But what are clothes? What is rap? I couldn't protect Gentaro. Right in front of me. My one and only best friend. "Mission complete. Withdrawing." Kagari's voice sounded distant. When I first saw her face, I thought she was beautiful. Now, only hatred. —This is your fault. —You, the Chuuouku, divided us with your Division system, feared the power of rappers, and did this. —I will never forgive you. But I couldn't voice it. I just dropped tears onto the cold floor. How long was I like that? Suddenly, the area grew faintly bright. I raised my head. A girl stood there. Long silver hair. Parts of the sides were braided, threaded with blue beads. Her large, pale purple eyes looked a little sleepy, yet deep and sad, as if seeing through everything. She was probably not even 150 centimeters tall. Middle school age, maybe. "...I can see it." She spoke. Her voice was small. Almost drowned out. "The future you wish to redo." "What are..." Cutting off my words, Ririka continued. "I can do it. Turn back... time." Turn back time? That's impossible. Even a Hypnosis Mic is just a tool that gives words mental interference power. No one can control time. But looking into the girl's pale purple eyes, I somehow couldn't think it was a lie. "You were screaming. That you wanted to go back. Over and over. So strongly." She slowly approached. "Please. Close your eyes. Picture your wish, once more, in your heart." I closed my eyes as told. Behind my eyelids, Gentaro's smiling face appeared. "Ramuda-kun is always reckless, so I have to be with you." In his usual tone, impossible to tell if it was a lie or truth. Narrowing his red eyes, laughing. (I want to go back.) Candy Trap. Our base, underground in Shibuya's Dogenzaka. The non-alcoholic Posse Punch that the owner, Gorou-san, makes. Nights of stupid talk and clashing raps, just the three of us. (I want to go back.) The Scramble Crossing. Fling Posse's MV playing on the giant LED screen. On weekends, street rapper cyphers at Yoyogi Culture Park. A free, noisy, kind city. (Go back, and protect it this time.) The light intensified. Behind my eyelids turned pure white. I couldn't see anything. I felt like I heard Ririka's voice, far away. "...Nn." My head was pressed against something hard. I opened my eyes. A familiar ceiling. Pink and light blue walls. Flashy hoodies hung on mannequins. This is my atelier and shop—Empty Candy. A two-story building in Shibuya's Jinnan. First floor is the shop. This is the second-floor workspace. From the window, I could see the Scramble Crossing. The usual scenery. Pedestrians coming and going. Advertisements on the giant screen. The faint sound of a street musician's rap. Peaceful, everyday Shibuya. "Did I... come back?" I sat up. In the mirror, I saw myself. Fluffy pink short hair. Eyes like blue candy drops. A small, slender body, 168 centimeters tall. A candy-shaped pendant swayed from my neck. But traces of tears still remained on my cheeks. I glanced at the calendar on my desk. October, Year H-3. Year H—the year the administration was overthrown and a women-only organization called the Chuuouku seized the capital became Year One. Arms are prohibited. Conflicts are rap battles. The capital region is divided into small zones—Divisions. Representative teams fight. Winners get more budget. Losers face harsh conditions. Now is autumn of the third year. One year ago. One year before the latter half of Year H-4, when Gentaro died. (Is this not a dream?) I grabbed my smartphone. Slid my finger across the screen. Contacts. Gentaro's name was there. With trembling fingers, I pressed the call button. Two rings. "Oh my, a call from Ramuda-kun. How rare." An unnervingly calm voice from the speaker. A nonchalant tone, impossible to tell if it was a lie or truth. But no doubt about it. (He's alive.) "Do you need something? Don't tell me you're planning to steal a passage from my novel for a new design again." "...I ain't stealing." I barely squeezed out the words. Just keeping my voice from shaking took everything I had. "Oh dear, you're not your usual energetic self. What's wrong? Up late, crushed by a design deadline?" "Shut up. I was just half-asleep." "I see. Half-asleep and calling me. I am loved, aren't I?" "Don't get cocky." I hung up. And then, alone in the workspace, I cried again. Different from before. Not tears of despair. (Gentaro is alive.) Just that fact choked me up. But I can't cry forever. I remember. What's going to happen from now on. Autumn of Year H-3. In this seemingly peaceful Shibuya, the Kotonoha Party is already moving in the shadows. An abandoned building in Maruyama-cho. The basement of the old Kaname Building. In that former karaoke place, they're hiding. A leader named Kagari is in command, slowly starting to hunt rappers. And six months later. Gentaro will be cornered. His mic destroyed. He will die. (Who the hell would allow that?) I wiped my tears. My reflection in the mirror glared back. (Only I know. This future. If that's the case, there's only one thing to do.) I stood by the window. The crowd at the Scramble Crossing. Everyone walking with ordinary faces. No one knows this city will soon become a silent battlefield. But I wasn't afraid. Having known despair, I have a weapon. The memory of the future. Why that girl, Ririka, lent me her power. What conditions there are. So many unknowns. But for now, that's fine. I will never let Gentaro die again. Stop Kagari. Stop the Kotonoha Party. Crush the Chuuouku's plans. (Wait for me, Gentaro. This time, it's my turn to protect you.) The sky was blue. Far away, a street rapper's voice rode the wind. This was the quiet beginning of my counterattack against fate.

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