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 - Even if you fall, I will catch you.
Morning light slanted in through the tall windows of the warehouse.
Dust drifted slowly through the beams.
Seiya stood staring up at that pillar of light.
(How high up is that from here?)
(...Don't. Don't think about it.)
Two voices were arguing inside his head.
"Hey, Seiya. You ready?"
Moffle's voice snapped him back to himself.
A white, fluffy rodent-like figure stood in the warehouse doorway. Those big black eyes were fixed squarely on Seiya.
"...Yeah. Of course I'm ready."
Seiya put some force behind the words.
"You look pale. You okay?"
"I'm fine. Who do you think I am? 'Genius' is my middle name."
Seiya shaped a smile at the corner of his mouth.
(I'm fine. Of course I'm fine.)
(It's just a trapeze. Even a kid could do it.)
(...Even a kid, huh.)
His heart started pounding an ugly rhythm.
Seiya clenched his fist tight.
——
The day of the show.
The day of the TV reshoot—and the day of the real performance.
The park had been wrapped in a quiet buzz of tension since morning.
The Brilliant Stage in the center of Brilliant Town. Around it, the filming crew's equipment stood in rows, staff scrambling every which way.
"Everyone, to your positions. Cameras roll at eleven sharp. Don't be late."
Seiya fired off instructions to the staff while glancing down at the schedule in his hand.
(Today's timetable is perfect.)
(Moffle handled the set repairs. Macaron finished the music. Isuzu rebuilt the security plan.)
(All that's left is for me to—)
Seiya's eyes landed on the last item on the schedule.
"Trapeze Rehearsal (Seiya)."
The instant he saw those words, his fingertips trembled, just slightly.
"Seiya-kun."
A quiet voice came from behind him.
He turned. A girl with a flaxen ponytail stood there, swaying faintly. Her big, unreadable eyes were fixed on him.
Sento Isuzu, the park's head of security. Today, as always, she carried a musket absurdly large for her slender frame slung across her back.
"...What?"
"It's time for rehearsal. We need to move."
"I know."
Seiya folded the schedule and shoved it into his pocket.
"Seiya-kun. One thing I need to confirm."
"Huh?"
"You're afraid of heights. So why are you doing the trapeze?"
Seiya's feet stopped.
"...Who's afraid of heights?"
"You are."
Instant answer.
Seiya glared at her.
"Listen. It's not that I'm scared of high places. It's just that Ferris wheels and trapezes and floaty crap like that physically don't agree with me."
"That is what we call a fear of heights."
"Shut up. Just—go do your own job."
Seiya turned his back on her and started walking.
(I know. I know what I have to do.)
(The centerpiece has to be me. The acting manager, risking his neck on a trapeze with a single safety line. That's a picture, isn't it.)
(...A picture, huh.)
Without thinking, Seiya glanced toward the Adventure Zone.
Over there sat the suspended attraction: Sky Brilliance.
The trapeze.
Seiya bit his lip.
——
The Adventure Zone.
Beneath Sky Brilliance, the film crew and a handful of cast members had gathered.
"Oh, here he comes. The star of the show."
Moffle grinned, toolbox in one hand.
"You really gonna do this, kid? Ain't no shame in backin' out."
Macaron—wrapped in soft white sheep-like fluff—spoke in his easy, drawling tone. A little silver flask had somehow found its way into his hand.
"Macaron, you reek of booze. We're filming."
"Now, now, what's the harm? It's medicine for the nerves."
"That's not medicine, that's liquor. ...Honestly. Useless, all of you."
Seiya glared at Macaron but said nothing more.
(Today, we make this work—all of us. That's all there is to it.)
Seiya looked up at the trapeze rig.
Ten meters above the ground.
Two support pillars stretched toward the sky. From their peaks, two ropes hung down, holding a single bar.
A safety harness lay at his feet.
Seiya picked it up.
"...Let's begin."
"Copy that. Roll camera."
The crew member's voice sounded strangely far away.
Seiya wrapped the harness around his waist and checked the fittings.
(I'm fine. I'm fine.)
(I've got a safety line. Even if I fall, I won't die.)
(I won't die—but I'll embarrass myself.)
(On national TV: the acting manager with a fear of heights, breaking down in tears because he can't climb a trapeze.)
(...Just imagining it makes me want to throw up.)
Seiya put his hand on the pillar.
The cold touch of iron seeped into his palm.
He set his foot on the first rung.
Second.
Third.
(I'm fine. Still fine.)
Fourth.
Fifth.
(Don't look down. Don't look down. Absolutely do not look down.)
Sixth.
Seventh.
(...Huh. My legs—)
Eighth.
Ninth.
(My legs won't move.)
Seiya's hands clamped onto the pillar.
One rung short of the tenth, his body had gone completely rigid.
(Why? Why won't it move?)
(I'm a genius, aren't I? Even a kid could do this.)
(Move. Move, damn it.)
His head understood. His body refused to obey.
His heart hammered right beside his ear.
Cold sweat traced a line down his back.
"...Damn it."
Seiya muttered under his breath.
From below, the crew's voice reached him.
"Kanie-san? What's wrong?"
"You okay up there, Seiya!"
Moffle's voice, too.
(Everyone's watching.)
(Watching me—like this.)
(The acting manager, stranded ten meters up.)
Seiya bit down on his lip.
He tasted blood.
——
"Seiya-kun."
Suddenly, a quiet voice came from directly below.
Seiya cautiously lowered his gaze.
Isuzu stood there.
Her flaxen ponytail swayed in the wind.
Those big eyes looked straight up at him.
"I'll catch you from down here."
Seiya doubted his own ears.
"...What?"
"If you fall, I'll catch you. So you're fine."
She said it in her usual flat tone.
As if she were discussing tomorrow's weather.
"What are you even saying? It's ten meters. There's no way you could catch—"
"I will catch you."
Isuzu cut him off.
"When I say I'll catch you, I catch you. All you have to do is look forward and jump."
There was no hesitation in her voice.
Seiya looked into her eyes.
Calm, unreadable eyes.
But somewhere behind them, something hot was definitely there.
(She means it.)
(She really intends to catch me.)
(Me—falling from ten meters up.)
Something deep in Seiya's chest settled, all at once.
(I wasn't alone.)
(Not from the start. Never.)
(She was there. Moffle, Macaron, Latifa—all of them, for me—)
Seiya let out a breath.
A long, long breath.
"...Got it."
Seiya gave a small nod.
"One thing, though. I'm not falling. 'Genius' is my middle name, remember."
Isuzu said nothing.
But the corner of her mouth seemed to soften, just a little.
Seiya faced forward.
He reached for the tenth rung.
(I'm fine. I'm not alone.)
(Even if I fall, she'll catch me.)
(...Like I'd fall. I'm a genius.)
Seiya gritted his teeth and pulled himself up.
——
Showtime.
The Brilliant Stage was packed with spectators.
The crew's cameras locked onto the center of the stage.
"Everyone, ready?"
From the wings, Seiya scanned the cast.
Moffle was doing a final check on the repaired set pieces.
Macaron was tuning his instruments.
Isuzu was confirming the security layout for the venue.
"Damn right. I fixed it myself. It ain't gonna break."
"The music's perfect. I stayed up all night on it."
"No issues with the security plan. I guarantee the crew's safety."
Seiya looked at the three of them.
(Are these guys reliable or not, honestly.)
(...No. They're reliable. Today, I can feel it from the bottom of my heart.)
"Let's go. This is our show."
Seiya burst onto the stage.
The spotlight found him.
"Hello, everyone! Welcome to Amagi Brilliant Park!"
Seiya's voice rang out across the venue.
The sales smile from his child-actor days rose to his face, natural as breathing.
(This feeling. I missed it. And it feels incredible.)
Seiya waved to the crowd with a flawless smile.
"Today we've prepared a very special show for you! Please enjoy the finest performance from the finest cast our park has to offer!"
The music began.
A new piece, composed by Macaron.
Bright, light-footed—and somewhere in it, a thread of melancholy.
The set pieces Moffle had repaired gleamed on the stage.
The cast delivered their best at every post.
And then—the climax.
Seiya's trapeze.
Seiya looked up at the special trapeze rig set at the edge of the stage.
(...Here it comes.)
(I'm fine. I'm not alone.)
Seiya checked his harness and gripped the bar.
"Everyone, watch closely. This is my—"
Seiya kicked off the bar in one motion.
His body launched into the air.
Ten meters up.
The wind sliced past his ears.
(Scary.)
(Scary, scary, scary.)
(But—fun!)
Seiya swung the trapeze wide, spinning his body.
The crowd erupted in cheers.
The cameras chased him.
Midair, Seiya struck a perfect pose.
"How's that! This is how a genius performs!"
The cheers grew louder.
Seiya dropped from the bar and landed on the stage.
The applause wouldn't stop.
"You did it, Seiya!"
"Nicely done, kid!"
"...Good work."
Isuzu was clapping quietly.
Her eyes looked a little gentler than usual.
——
The show was a roaring success.
Filming wrapped without a hitch.
And a few days later—
The program aired.
The park's true face, and the cast's clumsy, wholehearted effort, captured the viewers' hearts.
Right after the broadcast, traffic to the park's official site spiked.
The following week's attendance tripled.
Seiya sat at his desk in the office, reviewing the attendance report.
(Still a long way from the goal.)
(But we're moving forward. Definitely.)
(I am not letting go of this momentum.)
A smile crept onto Seiya's face.
——
The celebration.
A tiny izakaya behind the park.
Seiya, Isuzu, Moffle, and Macaron sat around a table.
"Cheers!"
Macaron raised his mug.
"That's your third, isn't it. Show some restraint."
"Ah, let it be. Tonight's a celebration."
"Well, tonight's a special occasion. I'll drink too."
Moffle tossed a strip of dried squid into his mouth.
"...Seiya-kun."
Isuzu sat quietly beside Seiya.
In her hand was a glass of oolong tea.
"What?"
"You're not drinking?"
"I'm still seventeen. Of course I can't drink."
"Right. My mistake."
Isuzu took a sip of her tea.
"...Hey, Isuzu."
Seiya hesitated a moment, then spoke.
"What is it?"
"...Thanks. For back then."
Seiya said it without looking at her.
"Back then?"
The trapeze. When you said you'd catch me from below."
"...I only did what was natural."
Isuzu answered flatly.
But her cheeks looked just a shade redder.
"Even so. If you hadn't said that, I'd have frozen up there. So I'm thanking you."
Seiya turned to face her.
"...The one who moved forward was you. I only gave you a little push."
The corner of Isuzu's mouth softened, faintly.
It was too small a change to call a smile.
But to Seiya, it was unmistakably one.
"...Yeah, sure."
Seiya drained his oolong tea in one gulp, hiding his embarrassment.
"Hey, hey, what're you two whispering about over there?"
"Ah, youth. Ain't it grand."
"Shut up, you two—just drink your booze and be quiet!"
Seiya shouted, face bright red.
Laughter filled the little izakaya.
——
That night.
Shinagawa, Tokyo.
Amagi Tourism Development, Inc. — Headquarters.
Senior Managing Director Dojima Kenzo sat in his home study, watching a recorded program.
A feature on Amagi Brilliant Park.
"...Hmph. Well, I suppose they've improved a little."
Dojima swirled his wine glass, eyes on the screen.
The program followed the park cast's chaotic daily lives.
"But in the end, it's child's play. A hundred thousand a month? Don't make me laugh."
Dojima snorted.
The program moved toward its climax.
The successful show.
The smiling audience.
And then, at the very end—
Something caught on camera for a single instant.
Inside the barrier of the castle, a blonde girl, smiling.
Latifa Fleuranza.
Dojima's hand stopped.
"...What's this."
Dojima worked the remote, rewinding.
He played it again.
The blonde girl was definitely there, a
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