Amagi Brilliant Park: The Lazy Daily Operations Log
The park is dying. Twenty-eight thousand visitors a month, a target of one hundred thousand, and only three months to pull off a miracle. For Kanie Seiya—former child star, current acting manager, and self-proclaimed genius—the solution is obvious: a TV documentary. Free advertising, nationwide attention, and he'll play the perfect leader in front of the cameras. There's just one problem. The last thing he wants is to become the person he used to be.
But the cameras aren't the only thing he can
Amagi Brilliant Park: The Lazy Daily Operations Log - On the first day of filming, the park turns into a hellish comedy venue
"Honestly, what are those idiots doing?"
Seven in the morning. In front of the main gate of Amagi Brilliant Park. Kanie Seiya stood with his arms crossed, heaving a deep sigh. In his hand was a flawless progress chart—a work of art he'd spent three hours the night before assembling, scheduled down to the minute.
Today was the first day of the TV documentary shoot. The crew from the production company Sunlight Mediaworks was coming. Seiya had dressed in a white shirt and black vest, his hair perfectly set.
(This is my plan. There's no way it fails.)
But even when the meeting time of seven-fifteen came around, the cast was nowhere near assembled.
"...Moffle's here, at least."
Beside Seiya stood Moffle—a white, fluffy rodent-like mascot. The park's flagship character and the leader of the cast. Combative and foul-mouthed, but he did his work solidly.
"Yeah. But I don't see Macaron or Tiramy anywhere."
Moffle said it in a low voice.
"Macaron... don't tell me he's hungover again."
A vein twitched at Seiya's temple.
"The guy drank himself under the table at an izakaya last night."
"If you knew, then stop him!"
"Like I'd know. His bad drinking habits aren't exactly new."
Seiya clutched his head.
Just then, a voice came from the distance.
"Waaait! Don't leave me behind!"
From the depths of the park, a girl came running, red hair flying wildly. Salama, the fire spirit. One of the four elemental spirits—and never without her smartphone.
"Salama! Where the hell have you been—"
"Oh, a TV camera! Can I stream this!?"
Salama cut Seiya off and lunged at the crew's camera.
"Absolutely not! We haven't even cleared the filming permits yet!"
"Aww, but I wanna grow my followers while I've got the chance—"
Salama had already pulled out her phone and started a livestream.
"Hey! Stop it! That's a violation of the security code!"
The instant Seiya tried to stop her, comments began flooding across Salama's screen.
"Is that Amaburi's fire spirit? She's ugly."
"This is the level they're putting on TV?"
"Oh, I'm getting flamed! Yes, I'm going viral!"
"Don't celebrate! You're hanging yourself here!"
Seiya's voice rose.
Then, from the opposite direction, a scream.
"Kyaaa! Please stop!"
Seiya spun around to see Tiramy—the brown cat-eared mascot—chasing a female cast member around.
"Come on, just a little date. I'm the flower spirit, you know—I can adore you like a flower."
"Nooo! Somebody help!"
"Tiramy! What do you think you're doing!?"
Just as Seiya started to run over, a white blur shot in from the side.
"You damn cat!"
Thwack!
Moffle's fist buried itself in Tiramy's face. Tiramy hit the ground, nose bleeding.
"Honestly, causing a racket first thing in the morning."
Moffle said it while shaking out his fist.
"Moffle! No violence! The cameras are rolling!"
Seiya shouted, and Moffle snorted.
"Cameras? Perfect. Let the whole country see the reality of this dump of a park."
"Don't be ridiculous! Today's shoot is about improving our image!"
As Seiya shot back, one of the crew members approached.
"Um, Mr. Kanie? Is... that okay?"
The staffer was pointing at Sylphy, the wind spirit.
Sylphy was performing a bizarre dance in front of the camera. Writhing her arms, shaking her hips, occasionally spinning. No music played, yet she moved to her own private rhythm.
"Hehe, are you filming my dance? Film more! This is my art!"
"Sylphy! The interview isn't until later! And no dancing!"
"No dancing? Then how about this dance?"
Sylphy began another bizarre dance. This time she flopped onto the ground and flailed her arms and legs.
"That's not a dance! That's just how you sleep!"
Seiya's voice cracked.
"...Seiya."
A quiet voice came from behind him.
He turned to find Sento Isuzu, her flaxen ponytail swaying. White blouse, navy skirt. In her hand, the musket she always carried. The park's head of security stared at Seiya with no expression at all.
"I've secured the crew's route. From the main gate through Brilliant Town, past Fantasy Forest, to Adventure Zone."
"Ah, that's a lifesaver. As expected of you."
Seiya exhaled in relief.
"However, per Article Seven of the security code, Salama's social media streaming is prohibited. I'll shut it down immediately."
With that, Isuzu walked over to Salama.
"Huh? Wait, what are you doing!?"
"Per the security code, unauthorized livestreaming carries a ten-thousand-yen fine."
Expressionless, Isuzu snatched the phone from Salama's hands.
"Nooo! My phone! My bond with my followers!"
Salama wailed.
"...All right. That settles things a little."
Seiya wiped the sweat from his forehead.
But the problems weren't over.
"Where's Macaron! Is he still not here!?"
As Seiya shouted, a figure came staggering through the main gate.
Fluffy white wool like a sheep's, gentle drooping eyes. Macaron, the music spirit. But his steps were unsteady, his eyes vacant.
"...Yo. Mornin', ron."
Macaron spoke, breathing out a reek of alcohol.
"Don't 'good morning' me! Do you know what time it is!?"
"Hmm... what time is it, ron?"
Macaron tried to check his watch, then realized there was no watch on his wrist.
"Huh, no watch, ron. Well, whatever."
"It's not whatever! The shoot starts at seven-thirty! It's already seven-forty!"
"Is that so. Then there's still ten minutes, ron."
"Where!? It's already started!"
Seiya clutched his head.
The crew kept their cameras rolling, smiling wryly.
—The morning was hell.
Even once filming began, the cast's antics didn't stop.
Moffle shouted "I ain't a knockoff!" over and over during his interview and menaced the camera. Macaron dozed off mid-shoot, and Tiramy kept trying to put his hands on the female staffers and kept getting punched by Moffle for it. Salama tried to sneak out her phone at every opening, and Sylphy danced on and on in front of the camera.
Seiya desperately tried to smooth things over with a smile.
"[forced smile]Hahaha... they're quite the characters, aren't they? This is the charm of Amaburi."
Seiya's face was twitching.
(No good. This is completely no good. This is just going to make the park look worse.)
Cold sweat wouldn't stop pouring inside his head.
Expressionless, Isuzu controlled the crew's movements, dashing around to keep the chaos to a minimum.
"Members of the crew, this way. Our next filming point is Fantasy Forest."
Without Isuzu's calm guidance, the shoot would have collapsed long ago.
Inwardly, Seiya was grateful to her.
(Thank god she's here... not that I could ever say it straight.)
—Afternoon.
As the centerpiece of the program, Seiya had planned a special version of the Brilliant Parade.
The Brilliant Parade was the park's signature show, held every day at the Brilliant Stage in the center of the grounds. Today they'd be filming a special edition with the entire cast.
"Listen up, everyone. This is today's main event. Failure is not an option."
Seiya gave instructions to the cast in the wings.
"Heh. Leave it to me."
"Well, whatever, ron."
"My dance is the highlight, right!"
"Can I livestream it!?"
"No!"
Seiya answered instantly.
"I'd love to duet with a beauty."
"You just keep quiet."
Seiya sighed.
"Anyway, we start on my signal. Got it?"
Seiya stepped onto the stage.
The cameras rolled.
Seiya put on a flawless smile. The habits of his child-actor days as Kodama Seiya came out naturally.
"Hello, everyone! Welcome to Amagi Brilliant Park! Today we have a very special show for you!"
Seiya's voice rang out across the stage.
In that instant, a scream went up from the wings.
"You damn cat! You put your hands on a staffer again!"
Thwack!
"Gweh!"
Tiramy came tumbling out onto the stage.
The camera captured the whole thing perfectly.
Seiya's smile froze.
"[forced smile]Hahaha... just a little side entertainment. The real show starts now."
As Seiya scrambled to cover, music began to play.
Macaron had started performing. But the rhythm was unsteady, the sound cutting out from time to time.
"...Fwaaah."
Macaron was playing while yawning.
"Macaron! Don't sleep! Play!"
Seiya hissed under his breath.
But Macaron began nodding off, head bobbing.
"...But I'm sleepy, ron."
"Endure it! You're a professional!"
Seiya's voice was closer to a scream now.
Then Salama came bounding onto the stage.
"Hey, everyone! I'm livestreaming Amaburi's show right now! Spread it around!"
"Don't you come out heeeere!"
Seiya's shriek echoed across the stage.
—And as if to twist the knife, complaint calls began flooding the park office.
"Salama's livestream blew up, and we're getting complaints about the park."
The office staff reported to Seiya, face pale.
"How many?"
"Uh... over fifty."
Seiya nearly collapsed on the spot.
(It's over... completely over.)
The blood drained from Seiya's face.
The producer's expression darkened by the moment.
"...Mr. Kanie."
The producer spoke in a low voice.
"As things stand, this isn't content we can possibly broadcast."
Seiya had no comeback.
—That was when it happened.
"Um... Seiya."
A soft voice reached Seiya's ears.
He turned to see a girl with long straight blonde hair, seated in a wheelchair.
Latifa Fleuranza, general manager of Amagi Brilliant Park. First princess of Maple Land. Blind and frail, she normally couldn't leave the barrier of the castle. But today, at Seiya's request, she had resolved to appear before the cameras.
"Latifa... you came."
Seiya was astonished.
"Yes. I thought that if there was something I could do, I should do it."
Latifa smiled gently.
The moment she appeared, the atmosphere around the crew transformed.
A blind princess. Seated in a wheelchair, a silver pendant gleaming at her chest. Her presence was almost divine—and almost unbearably fleeting.
"...Incredible."
Someone murmured.
The camera found Latifa.
She opened her mouth quietly.
"Everyone, thank you for coming today. Amagi Brilliant Park is a precious place to me. The cast who work here—every one of them loves this park from the heart."
There was no lie in those words.
The crew held their breath and listened.
Seiya, too, was struck by what she said.
(For her sake, I absolutely have to protect this park.)
A fierce resolve settled in Seiya's heart.
—But it was right after that.
"The princess is amazing! Can I stream this!?"
Salama had her phone up, filming Latifa.
"Youuuuuu!"
Seiya's roar echoed across the park.
—After filming wrapped.
Seiya was summoned by the producer.
"Mr. Kanie. I'm sorry, but this content is difficult to broadcast."
The producer's tone was cold.
"No... please wait! Today was just a coincidence, a pile-up of trouble—"
"It wasn't a coincidence. The cast's misconduct, the social media firestorm, the chaos in the show. None of it is broadcast quality."
The producer sighed.
"We'll be considering canceling the broadcast."
Seiya was speechless.
"Please! Give me another chance! Next time, I swear—"
"I'm sorry. It's decided."
The producer stood.
Seiya stood there, stunned.
—That night.
Seiya was inspecting the set-prop warehouse with Isuzu.
"Seiya. Look at this."
Isuzu pointed to the back of the warehouse.
There, the props for the main show lay brutally destroyed.
"W-what is this..."
Seiya was at a loss for words.
The wheels were off the parade float, the stage rigging smashed to pieces.
"The sound equipment is broken as well."
Isuzu continued, expressionless.
"It's highly likely someone destroyed these deliberately."
"...Doujima."
The face of Doujima Kenzo, senior managing director of Amagi Tourism Development, surfaced in Seiya's mind.
The man pushing a plan to redevelop the park's land into a shopping mall.
"There's no conclusive evidence. But behind the warehouse, I found unfamiliar footprints and tools I don't recognize."
Isuzu showed Seiya the tool in her hand.
"What this means, I can't yet say."
Seiya stared hard at the tool.
"...Damn it."
Seiya slammed his fist against the wall.
"The show is... canceled."
Seiya forced the words o
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