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ducktoo · 6 months ago

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Love is War

Red Velvet’s Irene x Reader

Note: I….love….Kaguya-sama so much. It’s just a funny show to watch and I’ve wanted to make something inspired by them. I had a lot of fun with this.

P.s. a lot of second handed embarrassment

(She’s kinda like Kaguya)

You sit across from Irene in the empty student council room, the evening light filtering through the tall windows, casting long shadows that add a layer of mystery to the already tension-filled silence. Irene is flipping through some papers, meticulously reading, yet somehow ignoring your presence. Her focus, as always, is sharp, precise — but you've noticed the subtle glances, the way her lips curl ever so slightly when she thinks you aren’t watching.

You lean back, determined to stay calm. After all, if you show any interest first, it’s game over. Irene is the president, elegant and controlled, respected and even a little feared. And you, as her vice-president, know every one of her mannerisms by now, but this silent tug-of-war — this feeling she hasn’t just caught your eye but your heart too — has been going on for months. But you’d never give her the satisfaction of saying it first.

“So,” you say, nonchalantly, “another meeting… just us, huh?” You emphasize the “us,” making sure it sounds casual enough to not raise suspicion.

She raises an eyebrow, not even glancing your way. “You’re the vice president, remember?” She flips to the next page. “Or did you forget why you’re here?”

Ouch.

But you can play it cool. “Just making conversation,” you reply with a smirk. “Not everyone spends hours in silence like you do, President.”

She finally looks up, her eyes sharp, and for a second, you’re caught in her gaze. This is all part of the game, you remind yourself. Whoever slips first, whoever lets their guard down, loses.

“I don’t mind silence,” she says with a smirk of her own. “Unless you’re uncomfortable?”

“Oh, of course not,” you scoff, leaning forward. “If anything, I think you’re the one struggling to keep it together.”

She narrows her eyes, amused. “You think I’d give in that easily?”

“I didn't say anything,” you tease and put both of your hands up in innocence. Though your heart's pounding, every word a risky gamble. “You seem pretty close to breaking. Maybe you’re just waiting for me to say something first.”

Irene tilts her head, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “It’s funny. You think you’ve got it all figured out.” She leans in, just close enough that you can feel the warmth of her presence. “But if you’re so certain of yourself, why haven’t you said anything either?”

The challenge is clear, and for a moment, you’re both silent, the air between you practically crackling. You’re staring at each other, each waiting for a sign of surrender, for that one misstep.

Just then, you notice her hand on the table, fingers lightly tapping. You reach out, instinctively, to still them, and in that moment, her eyes widen slightly, the faintest flicker of surprise betraying her usual composure. Your hands linger for a heartbeat longer than necessary, and you can feel your own face growing warm.

You pull away, breaking the silence with a chuckle, hoping to cover up your own slip. “Nice try,” you say. “But I’m not that easy to trick.”

She looks at you with an unreadable expression before her lips twitch into a soft smile — a genuine one, not her usual restrained, dignified expression. “I’ll admit, you’re a little harder to deal with than I thought,” she murmurs, almost to herself.

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a rush of victory. “So, you’re admitting I’m getting to you?”

Irene crosses her arms and raises a brow, leaning back in her chair as if sizing you up. “Well…since you’re so intent on making conversation, how about a game?”

You match her confident expression. “A game, huh? Alright, let’s hear it.”

She holds up her fingers, ticking off each word. “Twenty. Questions.”

The challenge is clear, and your eyes narrow as you smile. This is an opportunity. If you ask the right questions, you might get her to reveal something. “20 questions?"

“Yes,” she says, looking far too pleased with herself. “I’ll ask first.”

You nod, already strategizing your responses. There's no way she’ll get you to slip up.

“Alright,” Irene begins, her tone deceptively casual. “Are you… seeing anyone right now?”

You blink, but you manage a cool response. “No.”

She hums thoughtfully, tapping her chin. “Interesting. Your turn.”

“Are you seeing anyone right now?” you shoot back immediately, watching her for any reaction.

She raises an eyebrow, giving you a slow smile. “No. Next question: Do you have a… special someone in mind?”

Your face heats up, but you don’t let it show. You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “No,” you say, stretching the truth just a bit. “Do you?”

She smirks, but her answer is quick. “No.” There’s a spark in her eyes now, and you know she’s trying to rile you up. “Have you ever… spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about someone without realizing it?”

You narrow your eyes. She’s getting clever with these questions. “No,” you lie, feeling like she’s closing in. “But have you ever been caught staring at someone and couldn’t look away?”

Her smirk falters for a split second, but she recovers quickly. “No.”

The room feels charged with each back-and-forth. Neither of you wants to back down, and every question seems to dig just a little deeper, as if you’re both trying to pry open a box that’s already bursting at the seams.

Irene leans forward, her eyes glittering. “Do you… think about me when you’re alone?”

The question catches you off guard, but you’re not about to let her win. “No,” you reply, keeping your expression neutral. “Do you think about me?”

Her lips twitch, almost into a smile, and her answer is a soft, measured, “No.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you’re sure she’s lying. But you’ve both committed to the game, and there’s no turning back now.

You decide to turn up the heat. “Have you ever wondered… what it would be like if you and I were… something more?”

Irene’s eyes widen slightly, and for a fraction of a second, you see a crack in her calm exterior. “No,” she replies, but the tiny hesitation is enough to make your heart race.

“Are you sure?” you press, grinning.

“Yes,” she snaps, recovering her poise with a steely look. “Absolutely sure.”

You can’t help but laugh, sensing her annoyance. But she doesn’t let you revel in it for long.

“Do you get jealous if I talk to other people?” she asks, raising an eyebrow challengingly.

“No,” you answer immediately, fighting the urge to look away.

Irene chuckles, clearly unimpressed. “Liar.”

Your cheeks warm, but you keep your gaze steady. “Sure, like you’re any better,” you say. “Have you ever gotten jealous seeing me with someone else?”

She narrows her eyes, leaning just a bit closer. “No.”

There’s a pause, tension thick in the air. Both of you know the series of no are getting less and less convincing, but neither of you is willing to back down.

Then, Irene clears her throat, her voice softer than before. “Alright, last question. And you have to be completely honest.”

You nod, bracing yourself. “Fine. Go ahead.”

She looks you dead in the eye, her expression unreadable. “Do you… feel anything special for me?”

Your heart pounds, the air between you both thick with unsaid words. You can feel every second stretching, every fiber of your being shouting to say something, anything other than—

“No.”

Irene’s eyes widen, and for a moment, her carefully guarded expression slips, replaced with something almost vulnerable. But she recovers, her smirk returning, even if it’s a little shaky.

“Good,” she says, trying to sound indifferent. “Neither do I.”

You both sit in silence, staring at each other, knowing you’ve just lied through your teeth and realizing that you’re both too stubborn to admit it.

But then Irene leans back, her smirk shifting into a resigned smile. “Well,” she says, standing up, her voice teasing, “it seems we’re both in the clear, then. No one’s losing anything here.”

You watch her walk toward the door, and before she leaves, she glances over her shoulder, her eyes holding yours for just a second too long.

“Good night,” she says softly, with a smile that tells you maybe, just maybe, she’s as frustrated as you are.

“Good night,” you manage to reply, watching her leave, and for the first time, wondering if this game is even worth playing if it means you’ll never actually win.

Back in your dorm room, you close the door and let out a long, frustrated groan. You’d spent the entire day locked in a ridiculous back-and-forth with Irene, trying to make her slip up, but "nooo", she had to be as stubborn as ever. You throw yourself onto your bed, grabbing your pillow and thrashing around in irritation.

“‘No,’” you mutter to yourself, mimicking Irene’s voice in the most exaggerated tone possible. “'No, I never get jealous, no, I never think about you, no, I have no feelings whatsoever!’” You yank the pillow over your face and yell into it, hoping it’ll somehow drain the frustration boiling over inside you.

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD BAE JOOHYUN!”

Meanwhile, across campus, Irene is pacing in her room, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Every step she takes sounds like she’s trying to stomp a hole into the floor. She mutters angrily to herself, face contorted in a mix of anger and — if she were to admit it — embarrassment.

“‘Do you think about me when you’re alone?’” she scoffs, doing her best impression of your voice, throwing her hands up in the air. “Absolutely not, why would I?” She frowns, blushing despite herself. “As if I’d be the first one to say anything anyway!”

She huffs and, in a rare moment of unchecked frustration, grabs her textbook off her desk and slams it down, a futile attempt to squash the annoyance bubbling inside her. She’s never felt so embarrassed — or so irritated that she can’t stop thinking about you.

“No,” she grumbles to herself again, as if the more times she says it, the more true it’ll become. “I am Bae Joohyun…why would I fall for you?”

Back in your room, you’ve started pacing now too, every nerve on edge. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your face twisted in frustration, and throw your hands up. “This is ridiculous! I don’t even care!” You stomp over to your desk, slamming your hands down like it might somehow snap you out of this bizarre Irene-fueled haze.

“Of all the people I had to like,” you grumble, throwing yourself back on your bed, arms flailing dramatically, “it had to be the one shortie who won’t admit anything!”

Meanwhile, Irene’s found herself in a similar scene, on her bed, legs kicking the mattress in frustration. “And that kid KNOWS what they’re doing,” she says, voice muffled by the pillow she’s now buried her face in. “Just sitting there with that smug little smile, asking all those RIDICULOUS questions like they didn’t care one bit!” She lets out a loud, frustrated sigh, tossing her pillow across the room.

It’s not even five minutes before she stands, determined to shake off the restless energy building inside her, and starts pacing her room again. Each step lands with heavy frustration. She mutters under her breath, trying to convince herself: “It’s not a big deal. This is… nothing. And they were obviously lying anyway, just to mess with me. I mean, why would they ask those things unless they were trying to make me crack?”

At the same time, you’re staring up at your ceiling, arms crossed, muttering to yourself. “She just has to be so stubborn,” you say, voice heavy with annoyance.

“Every single answer, every question — it’s like she’s actually trying to lose her mind on purpose!” You cover your face with your hands, shaking your head. “But no, she’s just too proud to admit she feels anything.”

In the end, both of you spend the next hour or so in almost synchronized frustration — you, rolling around on your bed, groaning loudly every few minutes, and Irene, sighing dramatically and flopping from one end of her bed to the other, trying not to think about how much it bothers her that you refuse to admit anything either.

It’s only when you both wear yourselves out from the mutual thrashing and muttering that a sense of calm settles, leaving you both sprawled on your beds, staring at the ceiling, each lost in thoughts of the other.

But even in the quiet, both of you have the same thought lingering, echoing annoyingly in your minds:

“Why can’t they just confess already?”

“Why can’t she just confess already?”

The next morning, you drag yourself into the student council room, feeling the weight of sleep deprivation clinging to your eyelids like cement. You glance at the clock — 8:15 AM. You’ve barely gotten any sleep, and it shows. Your eyes are bloodshot, your hair’s a mess, and every step feels like it’s being weighed down by the universe itself.

You slump into your usual chair, rubbing your face. The room is eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights. No one else is here yet — except for Irene, sitting in her usual spot across from you, who seems just as disheveled as you feel. Her hair’s a little frizzy, and her posture is slumped like she might collapse at any moment.

You exchange a tired glance. Neither of you says anything. There's no point in it. It’s obvious you both didn’t sleep well, and it’s all because of that ridiculous game.

"Morning," Irene mutters, sounding less like herself than usual, her voice hoarse and low.

You nod. “Morning. Did you… sleep at all?”

She gives a small shake of her head, eyes slightly glazed. “…No.”

You groan. “Same.”

“I can tell,” she says, voice tinged with equal frustration.

You both fall into an exhausted silence, but just as the tension begins to build between you once again, the door creaks open. Seulgi, the treasurer, strides in, bouncing on her feet as usual, though today she seems extra chipper — like she’s somehow been recharged by a full night of sleep, which you both desperately lack.

She beams at you both. “Good morning, my higher ups! You two look like you barely survived the night.”

“Thanks for the observation,” you mutter sarcastically, leaning back in your chair, trying to ignore the painful throb in your skull.

Seulgi raises an eyebrow, clearly sensing the tense energy in the room. “You guys didn’t get any sleep, did you?” she teases, looking between the two of you. “Too busy scheming with each other, huh?”

Irene gives Seulgi a deadpan stare. “We don’t need your commentary, Kang Seulgi.”

Seulgi shrugs, unfazed. “Okay, okay, no need to get defensive. You two need a distraction.”

With that, Seulgi pulls a small notepad from her bag, flipping it open with dramatic flair. “Let’s play Would You Rather,” she announces, practically jumping into the chair beside Irene.

You blink at her, too exhausted to even care about the idea of playing another game. But Seulgi’s already too deep into her plans to let you escape.

“Would you rather,” Seulgi starts, voice rising in enthusiasm, “have the ability to read anyone’s mind, but only while they’re eating something, or be able to talk to animals, but only in a language they don’t understand?”

You glance at Irene, already half-suspecting she’s not going to entertain this nonsense, but to your surprise, she lets out a small sigh and leans in, trying to humor Seulgi. “The animals. No contest.”

“Really?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because I could ask a certain bear to stop stealing my snacks,” Irene mutters, eyes narrowing like she’s speaking from personal experience.

"I know nothing" Seulgi whistled and looked away, feigning ignorance.

You chuckle, despite yourself, because somehow that seems oddly relatable. But Seulgi’s not done yet.

“Okay, next one!” Seulgi says, flipping her page. “Would you rather always know when someone’s lying, but it makes you physically ill, or never know when someone’s lying, but it makes you constantly question everything?”

Irene shoots you a look, probably knowing where this is going. You tap your chin dramatically.

“I’ll go with the first one,” you say, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “I already get physically ill just dealing with you.”

Irene doesn’t miss a beat. “I’m starting to think you might be lying about that,” she retorts, a small grin playing at the corner of her mouth.

Seulgi, clearly loving this back-and-forth, just grins wider. “Alright, now for the real fun one…”

You both exchange a look of dread.

“Would you rather,” Seulgi pauses for dramatic effect, “have to sing every time you want to communicate, but only in opera, or be unable to speak at all and only express yourself through interpretive dance?”

You both sit there, silent for a moment, processing the absurdity of the question. Then, without missing a beat, Irene responds, deadpan, “I’d go with interpretive dance. At least it’s not opera.”

You stare at her in disbelief. “You would dance? For everything? For your class presentations?”

She shrugs. “I mean, it would be easier than singing opera in front of the entire school.”

You scoff, leaning back in your chair. “I’d rather sing opera. It’s at least... dignified.”

Seulgi looks between the two of you, laughing to herself as if she’s witnessing the world's most ridiculous standoff. “Okay, okay, one last one. Would you rather accidentally confess your feelings to the entire school, but the person you like doesn’t hear, or have to live your life with a giant embarrassing secret that no one knows except you?”

You freeze. Irene’s gaze flicks to yours, and for a brief, horrifying moment, it feels like the entire world has just turned its spotlight on you both.

Seulgi’s watching, clearly loving the discomfort she’s causing.

“I—” you start, but then you hesitate. “I’d rather have the secret,” you say quickly, then add, “I mean, I don’t want to confess in front of everyone!”

Irene laughs — a soft, almost bitter laugh — and answers quickly, “I’d pick the same thing. Secrets are easier to deal with than... that.”

You both stare at each other, and for once, the silence between you doesn’t feel as tense as before. In fact, it’s almost like... you’ve just admitted something without even trying.

But Seulgi, ever the expert at reading the room, lets out a dramatic sigh. “You two are impossible,” she says, shaking her head in mock disappointment. “But at least we had fun.”

Irene and you exchange a glance. Neither of you says anything, but the hint of something unspoken lingers in the air. Something that wasn’t quite said in the game, but was definitely felt.

“You know,” you mutter, standing up and stretching, “next time, we’re just playing chess.”

Seulgi grins, already plotting her next absurd question. “You got it. But just so you know,” she winks, “I’m totally adding opera to the rules.”

Irene shoots you a look as if to say, See? This is your fault.

And for once, you can’t help but laugh.

A few months pass, and life in the student council room has somehow become a bizarre, ongoing comedy show. You and Irene continue your ridiculous push-and-pull game, each day a new round of Who Will Crack First?. Neither of you has budged an inch, and yet neither of you has let up on the passive-aggressive scheming either.

It’s as if you’re both living in some weird, never-ending loop of “will they, won’t they” — and it’s driving everyone around you absolutely mad.

Seulgi, who’s practically an expert at this point in navigating the absurdity of your interactions, has given up trying to intervene. She now finds it hilarious, often leaning back in her chair with a smug smile as she watches the two of you exchange cryptic looks and challenge each other with passive-aggressive “Would You Rather” questions.

One particularly awful morning, Irene walks in wearing her usual perfectly put-together look — except today, her blazer is slightly askew, her hair a little more chaotic than usual. She’s clearly been running on no sleep, but as always, she gives you a pointed, unamused look when you glance at her.

“Not today,” she mutters, sounding exhausted, and collapses into her chair with a sigh.

You blink. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m tired of you,” she snaps back, without hesitation.

You sit up straighter, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Oh? So you admit it now?”

Her head whips to face you. “I didn’t admit anything, you idiot.”

“Right, right. Of course not.” You lean back in your chair, arms crossed, trying to play it cool, but inside you can feel a small victory bubbling up.

Yes, you’re getting to her. Keep going.

Before you can continue your “I’m always right” victory lap in your mind, Seulgi enters, holding an envelope in her hands.

“Good morning, everyone!” Seulgi greets, sliding into her chair and tossing the envelope onto the desk in front of you. “Got this for you,” she says, looking far too pleased with herself.

You blink at it. “What’s this?”

Seulgi leans forward, grinning. “Well, someone (ahem, our vice-president) just got accepted for the student exchange program. With a full scholarship, no less.”

You freeze, staring at the envelope as if it might suddenly burst into flames. It takes a moment for the words to fully process in your tired brain, but when they do — you can’t help but feel a mix of disbelief and excitement.

“Wait… you’re kidding,” you mutter, flipping the envelope open. Sure enough, it’s real. You’ve been accepted into the program — and with a scholarship at that. You can barely wrap your head around it, the magnitude of it overwhelming. A chance to study abroad? This is huge.

"I MADE IT MOM!!!" You shouted, as loud as you just won a well fought war.

Irene, however, is not as happy for you. She glares at the envelope, as though it’s personally offended her. “Congratulations,” she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

You grin, almost smugly. “Thanks, Pres. I’m going to study abroad! How cool is that?”

“Right, so you’ll be gone for how long?” Irene’s voice has a sharp edge to it, and you know instantly that something’s bothering her.

“I’m not sure,” you say, waving it off, still too distracted by the possibility of it all. “Maybe six months? Maybe more. It’s exciting, right?”

Irene doesn’t respond. Instead, she leans back in her chair, arms crossed, staring at you with an unreadable expression. Her lips are pressed together like she’s holding something in.

“You know,” you say, enjoying the rare moment of feeling like you actually have the upper hand, “maybe you should congratulate me properly. This is a big deal.”

She gives you a sharp look. “I don’t congratulate people who act like they’re already the best at everything.”

“Oh, please,” you laugh, “that’s not even true. We both know you’re just upset that you won’t get to have your daily dose of me tormenting you.”

Irene narrows her eyes, leaning forward like she’s about to bite back with something absolutely scathing. But instead, she just sighs. “Fine. Congratulations. I’m sure you’ll do great. Now, I’ll just go back to pretending you aren’t about to abandon me for six months.”

You blink, caught off guard by her sudden change in attitude. It’s almost like she’s… jealous? No, that can’t be right.

“Wait,” you say, your voice sounding strangely unsure, “you’re mad?”

She raises an eyebrow, looking at you like you're the dumbest person alive. “What do you think, Einstein?”

“Are you actually mad that I’m going abroad?” You almost can’t believe you’re asking. This is a new level of absurdity. She’s always acted like she doesn’t care about anything — least of all you.

Her response comes in the form of a heavy sigh, followed by her leaning back again with a dramatic thud into her chair. “I just don’t get it,” she mutters, staring at the ceiling like it’s the most tragic thing in the world. “One moment you’re here, annoying the hell out of me, and then poof — off to some other country like it’s no big deal.”

“Is that jealousy?” you ask, incredulous. “Pres, is that—”

“No!” She snaps immediately. “I’m just annoyed that you’ve been torturing me for months, and now you’re going to vanish, leaving me alone with Seulgi’s stupid games and that.”

You look at Seulgi, who’s grinning at the back-and-forth with a cup of coffee in her hand like she’s watching a reality TV show unfold before her. “I’m just here for the drama,” Seulgi mumbles under her breath, casually sipping her coffee.

“See?” Irene gestures to Seulgi. “I’m stuck here with this.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m just as confused as you are,” you joke, tapping the envelope on the table, “since it looks like I’m leaving you here to suffer alone with your secrets.”

Irene glares at you. “Stop talking about my secrets. It’s not like you even have any.”

You grin, sensing that you’ve touched a nerve. “Oh, I do, don’t worry. Just waiting for you to—”

“Stop talking.” Irene snaps, her voice so sharp it’s almost a threat.

The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife, but you don’t know whether to laugh or just keep pushing her buttons. It’s getting harder and harder to tell if she’s frustrated because of your “secret” or if it’s just the ever-present game you two have been playing for months.

Seulgi, clearly sensing the climax of your endless drama, looks between you both with a smirk. “You two are ridiculous,” she says, sipping her coffee and savoring the war, like a general on the side watching her neighbouring countries fight.

And as always, you and Irene stay locked in your little game — still stubborn, still not admitting anything, but both of you a tiny bit more frustrated than before. You can’t help but laugh, even though you’re not quite sure whether it’s from the excitement of the exchange program or the absurdity of your constant back-and-forth with Irene.

One thing’s for sure — you may be leaving soon, but the game will never truly end.

The days leading up to your final day at school felt like a drawn-out episode of Who Will Break First?.

The tension between you and Irene was palpable, like two magnets trying to repel each other while secretly waiting for the other to snap. It was absurd, and yet, you couldn’t help but be thrilled by the idea of ending this ridiculous game once and for all.

The exchange program was looming on the horizon, and you were determined to win this war — no more games, no more indirect jabs. One of you was going to finally confess, and it would be grand. You weren’t just going to do it quietly or casually.

Oh no. You had bigger plans.

Way bigger plans.

You could practically feel the dramatic music building in your head as you sat in the student council room, staring at the whiteboard, mapping out your elaborate scheme. It had to be perfect, a moment so spectacular that Irene would have no choice but to confess. You had one chance, and it had to be memorable.

The idea? A scavenger hunt.

But not just any scavenger hunt. A scavenger hunt for the heart.

“How can I make it even more dramatic?” you muttered to yourself, looking over your ridiculous list of clues and challenges. Every challenge would lead Irene closer to her inevitable fate — confessing her feelings, of course. But it couldn’t be too obvious. You had to make it like a game, because she would never confess otherwise. She was too proud.

You could already hear the sound of her internal monologue: I can’t let them get away with this. I’ll show them I’m not some softy.

Little did she know, you were about to turn this into the most obnoxiously grand gesture ever.

The next day, you casually walk into the student council room, where Irene is sitting at her desk, looking as stoic as usual. Her hair is perfect (obviously), and she’s in the middle of filling out some form that looks like it was written in some ancient bureaucratic language.

“Good morning, Pres.” you say nonchalantly, as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

She barely glances up at you, just giving a quick nod. “Morning,” she mutters, not even bothering to make eye contact.

Perfect. The stage was set.

“You ready for the game today?” you ask casually, leaning over to get a peek at her papers.

Her eyebrow twitches slightly. “What game?”

“The game,” you say dramatically, “The scavenger hunt. The ultimate scavenger hunt.”

Irene freezes. “What?”

You grin, feeling the thrill of your scheme starting to take effect. “It’s simple, really. I’ve set up a series of clues around the campus. Each one will lead you to the next, until you finally reach your destination. And guess what? You’re the only one who can participate. No one else is allowed.”

Irene stares at you as if you just suggested she run a marathon in high heels. “A scavenger hunt? Are you serious?”

“Yes.” You give her an exaggeratedly dramatic nod. “You’re going to love it. Each clue is going to lead you to a place that’s important to us. You’ll figure it out. Eventually.”

She blinks, clearly confused. “And what’s the point of this ridiculous hunt?”

“The point is,” you say, leaning in like you’re about to share the world’s greatest secret, “by the end of it, you’ll finally admit that you can’t stand it anymore and you will…”

You paused for a moment “…confess your feelings for me.”

Irene’s face is completely deadpan. “You’re out of your mind.”

But she’s intrigued. You can tell.

“Okay, okay. I’ll bite. Where do I start?” Irene asks, crossing her arms with that same defiant, no-nonsense look that always drives you insane.

You hand her the first clue, which is written in ridiculously dramatic handwriting. “Go to the place where it all started,” you say, practically bouncing in your chair, “You know, where we first met. Good luck.”

Irene glares at you for a second before unfolding the note. Her eyes scan it quickly. She’s already halfway out of her seat when she mutters, “This is so stupid.”

And off she goes.

What she doesn’t realize is that you’ve set up each clue in the most bizarre and over-the-top way possible.

The first stop is the fountain near the school entrance. But it’s not just a simple clue — oh no. You’ve surrounded the fountain with floating balloons that spell out “LOVE,” because you’re subtle like that. Next to the fountain, there’s a big, obnoxious banner that says, “First step to confessing your feelings: stop running away from the truth.”

When Irene arrives, she looks at it, rolls her eyes so hard you think they might get stuck, but follows the instructions anyway.

“Ridiculous,” she mutters, lifting the balloon with one hand and searching for the next clue.

Next, the clue leads her to the library — but not just any section of the library. It’s the aisle where you first bumped into her accidentally (totally not planned) on that fateful day. The shelf is stacked with books on love and confession. (Of course, you also made sure the most embarrassing ones were in plain sight.)

By the time she reaches the next clue, which is hidden inside a cookie jar in the student lounge, she’s had enough. “This is the worst thing you’ve ever done,” she says under her breath as she rips open the paper and immediately glares at the next clue.

It’s just one word: Confess.

Irene stares at the note for a solid minute, as though she’s trying to will it to self-destruct. “This is… absurd.”

She’s so close now. You’re practically jumping out of your seat, grinning so wide you’re certain she can hear the smugness radiating off you.

The final stop is, of course, the student council room. You’ve cleared out all the other council members and arranged the room like an oddly romantic restaurant, complete with candles (yes, real candles, because you’re extra) and a giant cardboard cutout of the two of you from a school event that she’ll definitely recognize.

“I swear to god, if you’ve done anything worse than this, I’ll…” Irene trails off as she steps into the room, eyes widening at the display.

You cross your arms. “Well?”

“Are you really going to make me do this?” she asks, her voice dangerously calm.

You grin, barely containing your excitement. “I think it’s about time, don’t you?”

Irene looks at you, deadpan as usual. “You’re impossible.”

You wait, your heart practically beating out of your chest.

She doesn’t say anything. The silence stretches for a few seconds, and just when you think she’s going to snap — she sighs. “Fine.”

She’s this close.

She takes a deep breath, looking you straight in the eye, and says in the most dramatically deadpan voice possible:

“I hate you.”

And just like that, you snap.

“WHAT?!”

“I said I hate you.” Irene smiles smugly, enjoying every second of your frustration. “But I think you’re kind of an idiot. And I’m sort of impressed by your sheer lack of self-awareness. So, confession done.”

You stand there, utterly flabbergasted.

“That’s not a confession!” you shout.

“I didn’t say it was a good one,” Irene retorts, crossing her arms. “But at least I win.”

And with that, you both realize — you’ve just played yourselves.

As Irene starts walking away, her smug expression plastered on her face, you stand there, still stunned, your heart hammering in your chest. You had come so close to victory — and then she just dropped the bomb on you like it was nothing.

I hate you.

What kind of confession was that? Sure, it was dramatic, but it was barely even close to what you had in mind!

But something in your chest tightens. You can’t let this end like this. No way. You won’t let her get away with this. Not when you’re so close

You take one step forward. Then another. You’re walking after her now, and you can feel the heat rising in your face as you approach. The whole scene plays out like a movie, but not the cool action kind of movie. No, this is a slow-motion trainwreck happening in real time.

“I—” You stop yourself. What the hell am I doing?

Irene turns around, still smirking as if she just hit you with the world’s greatest comeback. “What? Did you come to call me an idiot again?”

“No! I mean—YES, but—” You flounder, trying to hold on to whatever shred of dignity you still have. She raises an eyebrow.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you mutter, realizing that at this point, the only way to salvage your pride is to act like you meant this all along.

You take a deep breath, already feeling the cringe crawl up your spine. “I—I think I like you. A lot.”

You don’t stop there. No. That would be too easy.

“Bae Joohyun, I think... I think I’ve liked you for a long time, and... and this whole thing, the games, the scavenger hunts, the balloons... it’s been ridiculous and stupid and—”

Your voice cracks, and you internally scream. This is so embarrassing. Why did I think this would work against the Ice Queen?

Irene just stands there, her smirk faltering for the first time. “Wait—are you—”

“Yes! I—yes! I like you, okay?” you blurt out, and then immediately want to crawl into a hole and disappear forever. “Like, really like you. More than I can even explain. And maybe I don’t always show it, and maybe I’m not the best at this, but I’ve spent so long trying to... uh... win this stupid confession game, and now I’m realizing that I... don’t care about that anymore. I just want you to know that I like you—like, like you—and I’m tired of pretending I don’t!”

There’s a moment of silence. You stand there, your face glowing with humiliation, hands clenched at your sides, waiting for Irene to react. You almost can’t bear to look at her. You can feel the awkwardness radiating between you like a thick cloud, and it’s so heavy that it might as well be an actual physical presence.

Irene doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at you with wide eyes. Then she opens her mouth, and you hold your breath, half-expecting her to laugh in your face or walk away.

Instead, she says, “...Are you... done?”

You blink rapidly, still trying to process her words. “What?”

“Are you done?” she repeats, her voice more amused than anything else. “Because that was about the most painfully awkward thing I’ve ever witnessed. I mean, are you seriously this bad at confessing?”

Your face turns bright red, and you immediately want to crawl under a desk and live there for the rest of eternity. “I—No! I mean... Yes, I am. I just... I don’t know how to do this! It’s like every time I try, I keep making it worse, and now I’m... I’m...”

You throw your hands up in exasperation. “I’m just going to shut up now.”

Irene crosses her arms, watching you with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. “So, what exactly are you expecting from me now? A confession back? Do you want me to one-up you with some dramatic gesture too?”

The secondhand embarrassment is reaching a point where you feel like you might die from sheer awkwardness. “I—”

“Well, guess what?” she interrupts, her expression softening just slightly. “You’re not the only one who’s bad at confessing, you know.” She pauses, letting the words sink in. “I’m just better at pretending I don’t care.”

Your eyes widen. Wait. What?

“You’ve been so obvious for so long. But you’re... you’re a mess,” she says, voice dropping into something a little more serious now. “And I didn’t want to be the one to make the first move. I didn’t want to admit it either.”

Your brain short-circuits. “Wait, so... you—”

She gives a dramatic sigh and steps toward you. “I’m just saying,” she continues, “You’re such an idiot. And I can’t believe it took this long for you to get a clue.”

And then, out of nowhere, she leans forward and kisses you.

For a moment, everything stops. Your brain ceases to function as you try to process what just happened.

It takes about five seconds before you realize that you’ve been kissed, and another five seconds to realize that you’re staring at her wide-eyed, as if this were the most confusing thing to ever happen to you. But you’re also feeling like you might pass out from sheer shock.

As Irene pulls away from the kiss, you’re still standing there, completely shell-shocked. Your head is spinning, the words in your mind tumbling over each other, and your whole body is shaking like a leaf. You can’t believe what just happened — you’d been playing this ridiculous back-and-forth for so long, and now it was finally over.

Sort of.

Irene looks entirely too smug for someone who just outplayed you at your own game. “Well, that was definitely a moment, wasn’t it?”

Your mouth opens and closes, but you’re too dumbfounded to say anything remotely intelligent. You can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment, your brain still processing the fact that she kissed you like it was some kind of casual Tuesday.

“Um... can I... can I just...?” you trail off, desperately trying to regain your composure, but it’s like trying to catch a greased pig.

Irene, on the other hand, seems completely unaffected, smirking as she watches you fumble. “What? Are you still processing it, or...?”

But before you can even think of a response, you hear it.

A very loud click.

Both you and Irene freeze at the sound, and the two of you turn towards the source of the noise. And there, standing a few feet away, is Seulgi — grinning like a cat who just got into the cream.

“Oh, this is rich,” Seulgi says, holding up her phone. “Vice president, you really should’ve told me you were planning on doing a ‘confession’ scene. I thought I was going to have to orchestrate this myself, but lucky for me, I had a feeling something like this would go down.”

“No...” you mutter, feeling the blood drain from your face. “No, no, no. Did you seriously just—?”

“Oh, you bet I did,” Seulgi replies with a grin so wide it should be illegal. She’s clearly enjoying every second of this. “You two have been at this for months. I was just waiting for the moment when one of you would finally break. And I caught it all on video!”

You can feel the panic rising in your chest. “Kang Seulgi, no! You—You can’t—”

She takes a few steps closer, completely unfazed by your distress. “Oh, don’t worry. I won’t post it... yet,” she says. “But let’s just say I also have some... interesting footage that could influence your future decisions.”

“Seulgi, you wouldn’t,” Irene warns, her voice uncharacteristically soft.

“Oh, I would,” Seulgi chirps, tapping away on her phone, her fingers flying over the screen. “I have all the juicy bits. You two were so painfully obvious, I might just have enough material for a whole documentary about your embarrassing little love war.”

(She said the title card! Don’t sue me thank you)

You turn to Irene, a look of pure despair on your face. “Please tell me this is not happening.”

“I swear to God, Seulgi, if you even think about blackmailing us...” Irene starts, but then her eyes flicker to the phone in Seulgi’s hand. She hesitates, realizing there’s really no way to undo this.

“Oh, I’m just kidding,” Seulgi says suddenly, and you almost collapse in relief, but then she adds, “Mostly.”

“What do you mean, mostly?” you ask, now suspicious.

Seulgi just looks between the two of you, her grin only growing wider. “Well, I was going to use this footage to make you two suffer with some embarrassing compilation videos... but honestly? It’s more fun to watch you both squirm. You’re so pathetically obvious, it’s hilarious.”

You groan and throw your hands up in exasperation. “I can’t believe this. Of course, Seulgi would have been lurking in the shadows, ready to capture every moment.”

Irene, meanwhile, takes a deep breath and glances at the phone again, looking more irritated than ever. “You better not show this to anyone. Or I will make your life a living nightmare.”

“Oh please,” Seulgi says, tapping the screen. “I’m just going to enjoy watching you two suffer in peace for now. But you know, if you’re ever interested in... making a deal... I’m all ears.”

Irene crosses her arms, giving Seulgi a death glare. “You really want to start blackmailing THE president and vice president of the student council? Don’t forget, I have connections.”

Seulgi raises her hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I’ll back off... for now. But let’s just say, I’ll be keeping my eyes open. You two are so obvious.”

As Seulgi walks away, still chuckling to herself, you and Irene stand there, completely defeated.

You’re both speechless.

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter again, this time to Irene, who’s clearly just as done with the situation as you are. “I swear, Seulgi is too much.”

Irene lets out a long sigh and places a hand over her face, as if trying to hide her sheer embarrassment. “This is never going to be over, is it?”

You shake your head. “Nope. I’m stuck with this for life.”

“I don’t think I can show my face at school tomorrow,” Irene admits, finally letting out a little laugh despite herself.

“Same,” you reply, feeling the humiliation deep in your bones. “I’m going to pretend I’m sick. I’ll fake an injury. I’ll fake... I don’t know, something.”

“You should,” Irene agrees, “and I’ll be right there with you. The entire school will know about our ‘confession’ before lunch.”

There’s a brief silence between you both, and then, at the same time, you both erupt into groans of frustration and turned away from each other.

“This is why I hate you.”

“This is why I hate you,” Irene replies, her voice thick with secondhand embarrassment.

And there it is — the grand culmination of months of tension, teasing, and awkward games. And it ended up with you both being caught on video, standing like two idiots while Seulgi secretly enjoyed every moment of it.

Today’s result: Both lost (even with a fcking kiss)

The week after you left for the exchange program felt like a blur for you — the excitement, the new environment, and the unfamiliar routines made everything feel like a whirlwind.

But back at school, Irene was in a much different place.

Every day, Seulgi would come to school with a new glint in her eyes, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips, and a phone hidden somewhere on her person. She wasn’t as sneaky as she thought; Irene could spot her from a mile away, and each time, she’d smirk to herself.

“I swear, you’re enjoying this way too much, Bae Joohyun” Irene would mutter, though the grin never left her face.

And why wouldn’t she? Each time Seulgi presented her with another batch of pictures — snapshots from the infamous day of the confession — Irene’s heart would flutter in the most embarrassing way.

There was the one of you, mid-sentence, as you tried to pull off your grand declaration. Your face was a perfect mix of awkwardness and desperation, eyes wide as you blurted out the confession.

The best part? The expression on your face was so utterly panicked that it made Irene burst into a fit of giggles every time she looked at it.

Then there was the one of you standing there, your hands raised in dramatic surrender, as Seulgi’s camera flashed. Your face was a blend of mortification and determination. Irene would often catch herself replaying that moment in her head — how precious you looked, fighting so hard for that confession you never thought you’d be able to get out.

But the one that made her giddy the most was a candid shot — one taken right after the kiss. It wasn’t a perfect picture by any means, but there you were, lips still pink from the kiss, standing in complete shock as Irene pulled away with that smug smile plastered across her face. You looked like you’d just been struck by lightning…

…and Irene was absolutely in love with the image.

Every time she glanced at it, she could feel the warmth in her chest, the little skip in her heartbeat.

But the real kicker? The deal she made with Seulgi.

“If you promise to keep these between us... and not use them as leverage against me,” Irene had said one day, as Seulgi grinned with her phone in hand, “then maybe... just maybe... you’ll get something in return.”

Seulgi had raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly are we talking about here?”

Irene’s eyes glinted mischievously. “The ‘one’ photo you really want. The one where I’m looking adorably happy in front of that dork. I’ll give it to you... for a price.”

“Deal,” Seulgi said instantly, knowing exactly which picture Irene was talking about — the one of her, holding her phone with a soft smile, staring at all the pictures of you. The one where the subtle joy in her eyes was enough to make Seulgi’s heart melt.

And that, of course, meant that Irene had the perfect little “deal” in her pocket. She now had the ultimate keepsake of her vice president and all those memories of their relationship’s unspoken history — one that no one else would ever know about. Not just the hilarious moments, the embarrassment, or even the kiss itself, but the sweetness of it all — tucked away in her phone, a secret only for her to see.

The first time you sent her a message after you’d arrived at your exchange program, she stared at her phone for a moment longer than necessary, then quickly typed back:

“I miss you already. Do you remember that day?”

She hit send before she could overthink it. Almost immediately, she received a reply.

“Of course I do, Joohyun.” you texted. “How could I forget? My life will forever be haunted by that day, thanks to Seulgi.”

Irene couldn’t help but chuckle, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“I’m not letting you forget. I’ll be keeping all the best pictures. After all, I did get the perfect shot,” she teased, her fingers flying over her phone.

“You wouldn’t dare...” you wrote back, but Irene could tell you were joking. Your words were playful, the tone light.

“I would,” she replied, sending a winky face along with the message. She then paused, allowing herself to enjoy the quiet connection between you two.

As Irene walked through the campus, heading toward the student council room, she felt oddly content. Despite the distance between you now, despite the teasing and the games and the back-and-forth, there was this undeniable warmth in her chest. She might have started this war thinking she’d win, but now that it was over, she realized she had already won.

You.

Her vice president. The one who had made her life absolutely ridiculous and frustrating, but also the one who had somehow captured her heart in the most unexpected of ways.

Irene flipped through the pictures once more (and the candid shot that she had set as her lock screen)— the ones of you two together — and her smile softened. It was official.

She was never letting go of this.

As she walked into the council room, still holding her phone close to her chest, Seulgi shot her a knowing look. “So, when are you going to send them all the photos and just admit you’re head over heels for your vice president?”

“Soon,” Irene said, her voice thick with happiness, as she swiped through the next batch of pictures. “Just... one more time. I want to keep this to myself for a little longer..”

Seulgi rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin that followed. “You really are hopeless. It sounds more like you definitely lost this war, isn't it?”

“…maybe.” Irene admitted, unable to stop herself from smiling widely. “But I’m hopelessly in love.”

And with that, she tucked her phone away, heart full of giddy excitement, ready to face whatever came next. After all, she had time. The war might have ended, but this?

This was just the beginning.

(cue the outro)

#red velvet x reader #red velvet fanfic #red velvet #irene #bae joohyun #irene x reader #bae jooyhun icons #irene red velvet #seulgi #x reader

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carmenserenity123456 · 14 days ago

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So funny that Gaiden is supposed to be about sasusaku but it mostly shows narusasu XD

Gaiden is only about SS to show how disfunctional this family is. The rest gives us strong grounds for Sasunaru. How can it be that Sasuke did not want anything to do with his family for 12 long years but when Naruto is involved he starts to change his behaviour towards his daughter. Naruto was again the link that saved this family. If it was not for him SS situation would end very badly. Sasuke would not go after Sarada when she cried, Sarada would leave the village and Sakura would not do anything about it. I bet she would be kidnapped and Sasuke would not go after her and this is not my speculation but it actually happened in the manga. He did not even flinch when Shin took Sakura. He was talking about time space ninjutsu. It was Naruto who was trying to find her all the time because supposedly Sasuke did not have enough chakra to sense her like wtf? Even Naruto was like 'I am not buying it'. Sasuke could have sensed Naruto in the other dimension in the Boruto movie but he could not Sakura who was kidnapped somewhere in the cave on the Earth. And after arriving to the cave Sasuke said that he leaves sensing to Naruto lol.

Coming back to Sasunaru scenes. The first one is when Boruto gives Sarada a luchbox prepared by Hinata for Naruto. Sarada delivers it but Naruto has this kind of dismissive expression but then he thinks about Sasuke and the time when he shared his bento with him. He did not think of Hinata, his wife, and he knew that she made it for him.

In the next scenes Kishi drew Sasuke sitting with a nostalgic face and the focus on the headband that Naruto gave him. This headband is a symbol of love for Naruto, hope and the most precious thing that Sasuke carries. More about it here. Sasuke did not carry anything associated with Sakura or Sarada. Not even a single photo of his daughter.

We got many scenes where Sasuke and Naruto are teasing each other and acting like an old marriage couple. Naruto even complemented Sasuke to Sarada.

Not to mention Sasuke was so horrified when Naruto got stabbed. He has shown all of his emotions even though he knew that Naruto has Kurama. He will heal right away but Sasuke loves Naruto and no matter how strong Naruto is when something bad happens he will be worried. Again you can read more about it here.

Lastly, there are two scenes that clearly refer to their feelings for each other. When Sarada wanted to leave the village because she learned that she is not Sakura's daughter, Naruto stops her and says very beautiful words 'bonds are not merely made up of blood, there's something even stronger than this... it is love, that's all you need'. Naruto goes into his heart and sees two people there whom are Iruka and Sasuke. He did not see Hinata. She is not related to him by blood so he should have thought about her but he did not. The second scene is when Naruto wants to go with Sasuke on his Kaguya mission but Sasuke gives a petty answer 'after all that's the "cooperation" that you've desired, is it not?' The cooperation is in quotation marks so it does not mean working together as the Hokage and the Shadow Hokage but it refers to their feelings for each other and something that might have been but it cannot be anymore because of their circumstances.

#sasunaru #narusasu #pro sasunaru #pro narusasu #anti sasusaku #anti ss #anti naruhina #anti nh #naruto gaiden #boruto

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raikirikiri · 2 months ago

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i think something that's so funny is like. kakashi is put in so many situations in canon and clearly he is not right but whatever. it happens. everyone you ever love dies? cool whatever. WHAT IF a bunch of people on the internet also gave you mommy issues. what if your mom was the snake man who wants to use your student's body as a skin suit? WHAT IF your mom was the moon princess who eventually tries to end the world? what if she super loved you though? what if you're actually half moon alien creature and perhaps even an abomination in the eyes of modern shinobi society? hm? what then gay boy?

if you would feel so inclined to humor a simple jester, imagine this:

kakazu vs kakashi. kazaku manages to get his creepy weird tendrils around kakashi's heart but because kakashi is half moon alien creature, kakazu perishes on the spot. one second 'ooooh i got your heart copy ninja oohh im gonna make this hurt copy ninja' less than a second later *ah echo sound effect* and suddenly he's dead on the ground in the peter griffin death pose. why? because he couldn't handle moon princess alien chakra. pure, unfiltered chakra not sullied by the mortal condition. and everyone just...accepts it. kakashi has no idea what happened and he's not going to think about it too much. in fact, even though kakazu was an enemy, his death via merely touching kakashi's heart fucks with him even MORE because what do you mean someone touches, someone WANTS him (in a very deadly manner, but i digress) and they DIE. he must be cursed.

but he just has moon princess chakra blood and that makes it dangerous for anyone to try and absorb his chakra, much like kakazu was trying to do.

fast forward kaguya, aka mother (in the rupaul (gay) way), betrays madara and stabs him and reunites with zetsu. and— oh! hello son! you do not look so good, have you been eating enough vegetables? i saw how you killed that fraudulent immortal! i was so proud. you so much like your father. he was such a dear but alas, he was mortal in the most pure sense and he cannot be brought back. but you have half me so it's not too late for you to develop your horns! you're basically a toddler still. oh mama loves you baby boy! now watch out, she's going to kill your friends and loved ones <3

or maybe she starts talking to kakashi through his dreams and that prompts him to learn more about her and the otsutsuki. maybe he learns to channel any power she passed down to him. or maybe he's just stuck with the information that he's the secret love child of an alien and never mentions it to anyone ever because in the grand scheme of things, he has a lot more going on in front of him.

#kakashi hatake #naruto shippuden #hatake kakashi #kakashi #kaguya otsutsuki #otsutsuki kaguya #the other end of this is that kaguya is the reason his life is what it is #she hates him #because shes a fucking freak i dont know why but it's pretend so it doesn't matter #omg waitttt rapunzel au rapunzel!kakashi mother gothel!kaguya #sakumo/kaguya #we can make kakashi's mom anyone we want to #what if his mom was tsunade #what if his mom was the third kazekage's wife #she was mad at rasa and bedded the white fang #gave birth to kakashi in private and dumped him outside the hatake clan lands #the classic his mom was an inuzuka #snooze #what if his mom was jiraiya #trans jiraiya moment anyone?#what if his dad was jiraiya and his mom was sakumo #going by traditional gender norms of course #OMG t4t sakunade #trans sakumo #trans tsunade #congratulations you have a daught—#congratulations you have a son! he's trans too #family of trannies #I CAN SAY THAT IM SUPER TRANS #anyway

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rayshippouuchiha · 6 months ago

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QUESTION

do you think Jashin is actually real or does Hidan just have a very unique kekkei genkai or kinjutsu?? and its trauma locked or he's so invested in the idea of being a religious zealot that he's convinced himself its true???

While it's debatable that Jashin himself is real, canon (some of the connector light novels if I remember right) does eventually establish that Jashinism is legit and not just something Hidan made up.

So it's a real cult but the question of whether or not what/who they're worshiping is real is still up in the air as far as I know.

I'd say that the existence of beings like the canonical Shinigami, Kaguya, and even the Bijuu themselves all re-frame the idea of Jashin as being something/someone entirely possible within the canon.

Hidan's form of immortality also functions pretty differently than other versions of immortality we see in canon which makes him a bit of an outlier.

I'd say that it's perfectly possible that Hidan and Jashinism relate back to some kind of spirit/entity/being that has not (yet??) been fully introduced to canon. Honestly, having Jashin pop up as an enemy would have been a really good twist.

#RayRambles #Naruto #Jashinism #Hidan

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acanth3 · 4 months ago

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The Sound Of The Stars English Translation

EPISODE 2/8

A few hours later at the international airport of France.

Mika: Hmm~ I’ve finally made it to France

I thought I was getting used to travellin’ by plane but sitting for such a long time makes my body hurt.

And jet lag is not somethin’ to joke about, yawn…..

It’s not the time to be lazin’ around! Why did he keep such an important plan a secret from me? I have to ask Oshi-san himself!

Now that I think about it, it might have been my fault I cut off contact with Oshi-san…

It should have been better to just leave Oshi-san alone, if I go near him i’ll just make him moody

Or….why was Oshi-san in such a mood.

After all, I did refuse Oshi-san’s offer to live with him….

When the event ended Oshi-san asked me to…

‘Let’s start a happy story together’

…..

Ah~ How embarrassing! Oshi-san is so kind to me!

To be honest, I was happy to hear that but-

Put yourself in my point of view, Oshi-san is busy with art and I’m just not active in that field

I can’t speak English well or even French, if I’m nearby Oshi-san I'll just be a burden.

So just not yet, I can’t think about living with Oshi-san….

I don’t want to bother Oshi-san who just wants to achieve his dreams…..

Uuu~ It’s hard to express my feelings..

Oshi-sans expression at the time, I’m sure the way i told him was wrong

Since then it’s been awkward with Oshi-san, so I haven't gotten to contact him in some time

But still, it’s selfish to send me to space!

You better be prepared Oshi-san when I come to your room, give me a thorough explanation as to why you sended me off to space!

Shu: …..

Mika: Oshi-san! It’s one thing actin’ unbothered but it’s another not tellin’ me why!?

Why did you go through the plan without me knowing?

How many times do I have to tell you to understand me? I want you to tell me before talkin’ about such important things!

Where did my dream about going to space first even pop up? I can’t go to sleep without feelin’ like throwin’ up—

Shu: …..

Mika: Are you listening Oshi-san!? I’m so angry right now!

Shu: Non! How noisy! Get this fool out my way!

Heh…it’s Kagehira! You’re welcome, KaKaKaKa ♪

Mika: Eh..! Oshi-san, do you have a headache?

There’s dark circles under your eyes, are you okay…?

Shu: I’m just reading to gain knowledge on what’s necessary for space. Perhaps I was distracted.

I thought it was still midnight, and yesterday. You gave me a call saying you were coming to Paris, I didn't expect you to come so early.

Mika: I boarded the plane right after callin’ you

I was so impatient, Oshi-san I didn’t tell you I got here

Shu: Doesn’t really matter, I was busy reading all night.

Mika: Don’t over do it, if your sleepy go get some sleep?

Shu: Fufu, it’s okay. No, rather my eyes are clear now!

Kagehira. Don’t you believe exploring the unknown is fun?

Everytime you learn something new, your brain is constantly being stimulated with curiosity. Each time I discover an unknown truth, more and more keep appearing before me.

My urge to gain more intel continues to grow. How can such a wonderful thing exist in this world?

Eureka! I understand Archimedes' scream now! KaKaKaKa!

Mika: (Oh, I can't…Oshi-san is too…)

(What should I do? I can’t converse at all)

Um…Oshi-san, so the reason I came here…..

Shu: Do you believe in aliens?

Mika: Alien…..?

Um, aliens, the things that look like octopus?

Shu: That’s how martians look like, martians are aliens too however so it’s okay.

How did the idea of aliens exist in the first place? From a scientific point of view, knowledge on the universe and its stars began to deepen. It has developed a lot since the beginning of the world.

Since the time of creation, it can be said people must have believed in aliens for a while.

In Japan the belief of ‘Princess Kaguya’ is an example of one of them.

As well as, Lucian's story ‘Trip to the moon’ is one of the oldest to exist.

There’s also the theory that ancient civilisations came to be with the help of aliens as well as similar building shapes.

This sounds eyebrow splitting but,

In this book there’s detailed descriptions on aliens and extraterrestrial ideas constructed even during the ancient times. It’s all so very interesting.

Now, Kagehira, read it too! There’s no doubt it will be useful to you too!

Or, Kagehira, do you prefer other nonsense such as UFO’s?

If that’s the case, then you must read this ‘History of UFO Research’ it has the list of Unidentified Flying Objects seen so far, the locations, time and confirmation of existence.

Mika: O-okay! I got it, I understand Oshi-san! Please calm down~

Huh, the landlord!? Oshi-san and the landlord are here together!

Shu: “Sorry for the inconvenience, did I make too much fuss?”

“Yes, yes, No I’m okay as usual.”

“A book, it’s just a reference for something I’m working on currently, don’t worry”

“No, No I’m not going back to japan just because Kagehira is here.”

Mika: (I’m not sure what he’s sayin’ but it seems that the landlord is worried about Oshi-san)

(The landlord is also thinkin’ about the books piled up all over the place. Im gettin’ a bad feelin’)

(Most look french, but some are in japanese too. Which do I…)

(“Origins of the Universe” “Circle of the Sky” “UFO and the Mystery to Extraterrestrial Life”)

(They all have suspicious titles!?, is this what Oshi-san has been reading?)

Oh, landlord what are you saying?

WelI….. dont understand french at all…

Shu: Good grief, you don’t have to worry at all.

Just be careful not to get mixed up with religions and occults.

Mika: …Heh, well now I understand the landlord’s concerns…

Sorry for the concern. I won't worry too much...

he's so happy cutie

#ensemble stars #enstars #shu itsuki #itsuki shu #あんさんぶるスターズ #斎宮宗 #斎宮宗 #valkyrie #enstars translation #ensemble stars translation #mika kagehira #kagehira mika

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I think what makes kaguya fail as a villain is cause she lacks any defining humanizing qualities, even in comparison to other naruto villains you would label irredeemable like orochimaru, hidan and even danzo, who still had humanizing qualities even if they weren't likable or sympathetic.

orochimaru and his pursuit of immortality is driven by his deep fear of death from being surrounded by it from an early age

Hidan and his justification of violence through religion

Danzo and his disorted idea of what was wrong and right in order to "protect the hidden leaf"

None of these characters were necessarily sympathetic but were still compelling due to the effect there actions had on major characters.

Kaguya on the other hand felt somewhat disconnected to the story, as she isn't given the chance to do much being introduced in the same arc she is taken out.

#naruto #naruto meta #orochimaru #hidan #danzo shimura #kaguya otsutsuki

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Steviepooooo's Predictions: NBa Second round

Your boy Steviepooooo accurately predicted the winner of seven of eight NBA first round playoff series. My one miss was picking the Pistons to beat the Knicks in seven games. An outcome that was very possible if the referees had made some better calls down the stretch of those games. There is no point dwelling Detroit fans. You will be back next year.

Not only did I accurately predict seven out of eight winners, but your boy also picked the exact number of games each team would win the series five out of seven times. Some might argue that this might be a testament to just how predictable postseason basketball can be. I think it means Steviepooooo knows ball. Either way I totally just jinxed myself for this next round because of how hard I just blew my own horn.

My predictions for this round will be a little different than the first round. This is because of the fact that the series have all started. I will not lie and say that I was going to pick the Knicks and Pacers before the first two games of their respective series. I would have definitely picked the Celtics and Cavaliers. My goal is to provide more detailed predictions on how each series will play out from this point forward.

Knicks vs Celtics

I am about to say something that I do not believe I have ever said before in my adult life. I think the New York Knicks could make the NBA Finals. They are currently up 2-0 on the Celtics after winning the first two games in Boston.

The Knicks executed down the stretch while the Celtics faltered. Jaylen Brown in particular continues to struggle mightily from three-point range in this series.

This has been a shocking start to this series where the Celics were heavy favorites. I confidently picked the Celtics to play the Thunder in the NBA Finals before the playoffs began. I am more than a little nervy at this point.

Credit needs to be given to the Knicks who are playing phenomenal basketball. Jalen Brunson continues to play amazing basketball after I called him the "B" word. It's like he is on a one-man mission to stick it to Steviepooooo. Ever since game six in Detroit, he has ignited the Brunson Burners and will not turn them off.

Boston's poor shooting simply cannot continue. Boston is a historically great three-point shooting team. The average needs to return to the mean at some point. Boston is going to blow out New York in at least two of these games coming up.

Prediction: Boston in 7

Pacers vs Cavaliers

This is possibly the series that might lead to me eating the most crow. I stupidly placed a large wager on the Cavaliers money line at -550 before the start of the series. I thought they were the much superior team.

On paper they have way more talent and were much better than the Pacers in the regular season. This series might be another shining example that the NBA regular season means almost nothing when it comes to the Playoffs.

The underdog Pacers won the first two games on the road in Cleveland to take a commanding 2-0 lead in the series. These games were shocking to watch as they were almost a mirror image of the first two games of the Knicks Celtics series.

Tyrese has silenced a lot of his haters, me included, by making one of the most clutch plays I have ever seen at the end of game two. He intentionally missed a free throw down two with nine seconds left, got his own rebound, and then made a three pointer to win the game. I honestly have never seen anything like that in the NBA.

I have seen enough to confidently say that the Pacers are going to complete the upset and defeat the Cavs. The Cavs apparently have no defensive answer for Haliburton. It looks like that try as hard as they might, the Pacers are just simply a terrible matchup for the Cavaliers from a defensive perspective. Donovan Mitchell and Ty Jerome in particular need to step up.

Prediction: Pacers in 6

Warriors vs Timberwolves

A tragedy happened in America the past couple days. Stephen Curry pulled a hamstring and is possibly out for the rest of the playoffs. Anyone who knows anything about pulling a hamstring knows that the Warriors announcement of him being back in less than a week is more than a little optimistic. The only solution to a pulled hamstring is rest. At age thirty-seven, Steph may not heal as quickly as he used to.

This is the most exciting matchup of the second round to me. The reason being is we just watched Anthony "Antman" Edwards knock off the overhyped Lakers. Eliminating Lebron James and Luca Doncic in the process. Can he do the same thing with Stephen Curry and the Warriors? If he does so it will signal an official changing of the guard in the NBA Western Conference.

The first game of this series was a classic case of rest vs rust. The Timberwolves were resting and waiting to see who would win between the Warriors and Rockets. The Warriors took their momentum from their game seven win in Houston all the way to Minnesota and convincingly won game one.

I still think that even if the Warriors had a healthy Curry the Timberwolves are the more talented team. The way Julius Randle has been playing is really raising their ceiling in regard to how much they can accomplish this post season.

Prediction: Timberwolves in 5

Nuggets vs Thunder

This is a very interesting series. The two MVP candidates Nikola Jokic and Shai Gilgeous Alexander are going head-to-head. People on both sides of the fence of that debate are watching intensely to see which of these players teams will prevail. The outcome will either help or hurt their narrative.

I have thought about it a lot in terms of which player I would vote for. I have gone back and forth. I believe that I have firmly decided that I would vote for Jokic. My reasoning is that he had a historically great offensive season. He averaged a triple double while shooting very efficiently. The Nuggets would not even make the playoffs without him. As great as Shai is, the Thunder would still be really good if he was not on their roster. Jokic is the better player and for that reason I would vote for him. That being said if SGA wins, I will not be upset. Both players deserve to win.

In regard to the series, Aaron Gordon's game winning three pointer at the end of game one was incredibly fun to watch. As much fun as game one was, I think the rest of the series will be similar to game two where the Thunder won by 43. The Thunder will not win the rest of the games by forty points. But they may win them all by ten to twenty. The talent disparity between these two teams was on full display in game two. That display will continue.

Prediction: Thunder in 6

A bientot!

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Source: Steviepooooo's Predictions: NBa Second round

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#i think mdr also doesnt rlly care abt younger ppl's opinions sdffggfds#he's like. old man shakes his fist at a cloud#he is so OLD and i think he believes that its part of why he must be right#like ... he has all this experience. he has lived an extensive life#tried and failed to make 'teamwork' (cooperation) work#so for him it is. it seems naive probably of naruto to believe that this would work#(it is notable tho that he SEES that the shinobi villages are cooperating. he mentions this Twice actually the other time is#right after his edo tensei resurrection. its the very first thing he remarks upon being faced w the alliance#that theyre all wearing the same headbands but they seem to be coming from different villages#this kind of .. does blow his mind. but its too late for him to take on a new ideology Now ^_^#he has to go thru with it. he's so smart and so sexy after all <3 he has to be right. and they must be wrong#bc he has lived and seen that any alliance will just fall apart at the end and so thats why theyre 'pathetic' at the end of the day anyway)#it is very funny tho i think asfgdfdgd#bc obt is like out there screaming and arguing with everyone. and mdr is like ummm who the fuck cares. LMAO#lets beat the shit out of each other and whomstever wins. that one's the one that has rights. and IS right w their ideology#i also do think its notable that team 7's 'teamwork' doesnt actually manage to bring him down BUT#their teamwork does lead to the defeat of kaguya. so. i feel like at the end of the day#u can still say that the teamwork/cooperation ideology is the winner here#bc they get to have a future and konoha continues to exist. whereas mdr fucking explodes and then dies. lmao#so the narrative does. still prove him wrong albeit indirectly

1000% true he only cares about opinions of the youth (hehe) when said youth can shatter his ribcage. and even then he's still more interested in getting kicked again

alternatively i think he might find it somewhat amusing that the way to get everyone to cooperate turned out to be. having them all be really really really about-to-shit-themselves scared of him (obito but that's that same thing as far as he's concerned). moreover, if the only time they can work together is when they have a common opponent, then as soon as that opponent is defeated (entirely hypothetical ofc bc he's perfect and about to become the second sage and can't be stopped ever) then they'll just. go back to fighting each other. which just proves his original point (it in fact does not, but since he never tells anyone anything there's no one who can point out the itty bitty teeny weeny gaping massive gloryhole flaws in his logic such as that. while they can't prove that that's not true. he also can't prove that it is.)

your logic concerning the narrative is technically correct but unfortunately madara operates on his own crazy caveman logic, and while team seven can do. basically jackshit to stop him, as soon as kaguya takes over, they manage to beat her, which i think madara could easily interpret as black zetsu sacrificing madara to bring back someone weaker than him (did kaguya survive maito gai? no. did she survive a living full-power hashirama? no (neither did madara but pointing that out will just make him hard again). as far as he cares, all kaguya did was show up, steal his body via black zetsu hax, and then get pummeled by three teenagers, some corpses, and obito's ex. all of whom tried and failed miserably to stop madara).

now, technically, madara is crazy so his own potential thoughts on All That should be irrelevant.... if that had been the final battle. but the final fight of the series is naruto vs sasuke, and whoever is stronger is the most correctest, ultimately just. proving madara's power-over-all stance to be the correct one (i guess you could argue that naruto worked with kurama? but. idk kurama still doesn't really have the ability to just. leave. so i would at the very least have an asterisk there, personally)

wait so, as the holders if the most and 2nd most insane naruto characters, what did madara and obito have to say about team 7 dynamics ??

As a past memeber of team 7 Obito's opinion doesn't count cause he thinks kakashi's gremlins are the only normal people in the world. I don't remember Madara saying anything on the dynamics of team 7 but I'm not an authority on the matter so I turn it over to my resident Madara Scholars @evilkitten3 and @narutoenjoyer5000

#naruto #naruto shippuden #to be clear. obviously naruto and sasuke had to duke it out one last time. it's a shounen. that's mandatory #but like. idk either have a post-war arc to build up to it or have the final rival fight happen before the final boss fight #i don't really like either of those options admittedly #i don't even really think they would've been better #but. it would make more sense in some regards #ultimately the whole ''one guy hitting you really hard'' vs ''several guys hitting you somewhat less hard'' just kinda. vanished #like no actually it doesn't count if all those dudes are actually just one dude #so. why have that theme show up at all #''naruto and sasuke are the reincarnations of two dudes who've been beating the shit out of each other throughout multiple lifetimes.#they will resolve this conflict by once more beating the shit out of each other.''#oh so NOW violence is the method to stop the cycle of violence ok. not all the times those other guys tried it. just here #plus. naruto and sasuke (and sakura) were only able to seal kaguya at all bc of Le Destiny (and sakura. she was there also!)#granted by the time the war arc happened the whole. natural underdog thing had long since gone out the window. but still #so naruto beating sasuke and that being the turning point for sasuke agreeing with naruto is. well like you said #''lets beat the shit out of each other and whomstever wins. that one's the one that has rights. and IS right w their ideology''#idk i think maybe part of the problem is sorta the shounen-wide concept of yelling really loudly about friends or teamwork or whatever #and then just doing your one-man violent beatdown of the enemy while hoping the audience just. doesn't catch that #maybe mid-fight one of the supposed-to-be-a-main-character-but-HA guys will throw a more plot-relevant character a useful object #or one of the girls will give another (usually more male) character a bandaid #but at the end of the day any story with the premise ''look how cool this one guy is'' is. going to be about how cool that one guy is #that's something i appreciate about dragon ball actually. it's about goku. sometimes there's other people! but it's about goku #the theme is ''goku beats the crap out of bad guys'' and everyone else mentions that soon goku will be along to do that #none of the one-person-doing-the-whole-group-project crap #''goku is better than u. learn to live with it'' > ''noooo we're totally all equals/all part of the team/nakama powerrrr (but not really)''

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Thinking about Kakashi and Sakura’s relationship in canon (no shipping) and how my perception is so much different than most people. Some claim he’s like a father figure to her. I strongly disagree because to be honest Kakashi didn’t really pay that much attention to Sakura during her genin days. Yes, he cared for her because she was his student but that was it.

His first impression of her was that she wasn’t so serious about being a ninja and that she cared more about her crush on Sasuke (a true Sakura fan know that it wasn’t exactly like that but I’m talking about his POV specifically).

He noticed she had a lot of potential (incredibly smart, great chakra control, great with genjutsu and he recognized that her will to fight was just as strong as Naruto’s). But that was also just that, throughout all part 1 there was no development or any scene that was focused only with the two of them (I know that it was the writing and also Sakura was meant to go to Tsunade anyways, but you know what I mean).

Actually he was a little rude to her sometimes, even though it was understandable why he did it. But he had very low expectations of her, in his own words “fragile little Sakura”

The OG Kakashi -even though he was an outstanding jounin and a great observer - could be a little judgmental and thought he knew better just because he was older and more experienced. But as he goes through his journey with Team 7, even though he was the sensei, he gradually realized how much he has learned from them. All of his 3 students made him reflect about his perspectives and actions in a way he never imagined he could. They help him heal and grow to be even better than he already was.

What I mean is that just like everybody else in the story, Kakashi also had his flaws and personality development (which to me only makes him even more interesting and relatable) and that’s what makes him such an amazing beloved character.

It’s a little weird how he had no idea on what kind of training Sakura was doing with Tsunade. He was so shocked about her new abilities and growth that infers they didn’t spent time or even talked to each other, that he had never checked on how she was doing, even though she was the only one his old students that stayed in Konoha for all those years.

And once again just like part one, he recognized all her potential but when it comes to real action, he doesn’t let her do much (but with Naruto he’s more than willing to include him, the writing is very contradicting and we all know it’s a little sexist, but anyways).

THIS right here is the moment that I think he really starts to SEE Sakura for who she really is. All of team 7 (him, Naruto, Yamato and Sai) had made a decision regarding Sasuke (go to the Raikage) without including her in the process and also hiding the truth about Itachi from her. I know that they wanted to protect her in a way, but we see how much Sakura hates being protected, all her hard training is exactly because she wanted to be a part of the team, not just watch them from their backs.

I like to think that his apology to her means more than just failing as a sensei on keeping the team together, but also failing at understanding her feelings and not taking her into consideration. From that moment on, especially in the war, we see moments of Kakashi defending her from Sasuke’s harsh words and finally including her on the final teamwork that successfully sealed Kaguya for example.

This moment when he reflects about the 3 of them really showcases how he has a completely different POV on them, meaning that he learned that he wasn’t always right about everything and how proud he was of them. It’s really beautiful how they all grew and matured together.

That’s why I could never consider Kakashi being a father figure, he was barely a teacher to her, and maybe that’s why it leaves an opening on shipping them later on (I’m not talking about the weird problematic people who ships them when Sakura is young, to me Kakasaku is only possible from the Blank Period forward, when she’s very much an adult).

Anyway this is only my interpretation of things, I’m just sharing it and I do not expect anything, I’m not really interested to know if people agree with it or not.

#kakashi x sakura #kakasaku

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Reset ≠ Astronauts - Chapter 1

Characters — ✈︎ Muneuji, Ushio, Akuta, Kiroku, Nanaki

“This is Muu, this is Muu. Do you copy? Ober. [1]”

“This is Dad, this is Dad. Congratulations, you’ve made your first contact, Muneuji…ーー”

Location: The Kaguya Family's Archery Dojo

Akuta: Aw… AWESOOOOOOOMEEEEEEE～～～～!!!! He got 4 shots in a row, right in the middle like BAM BAM BAM BAM～～～!

Kiroku: It’s all…perfect…!

Kaede: That’s truly amazing, Muneuji-kun…!

Ushio: Of course he’s getting perfect shots. It’s Muu-chan. Isn’t that right, Panda over there?

Nanaki: …Could you stop calling me that? And why are you the one sounding all happy like you’re the one being praised?

Ushio: Hah? Because I already learned all of this, so I can obviously do better than Panda? I think you should be more concerned with how your staring at a certain somebody in a Kyuudou uniform thoughーー

Muneuji: Phew…

Kaede: Muneuji-kun, good work today! Thank you for offering to be an example also! It truly is impressive to see it in person.

Muneuji: I’m truly honored. However, I myself am still inexperienced as well.

Today, since everyone was interested in Kyuudou, I was able to face my target with a new sense of determination… since I wanted to be a leading example.

Nanaki: In that case, it really took a great amount of concentration huh?

Kiroku: Both his posture… and his bow as well… remained perfectly still… That’s really… amazing.

Akuta: It’s so much like Nasu no Raichi! I knew you came from a family of Kyuudou masters, but you’re even more awesome than I thought!! It really gives off those Muneuji vibes!

Kiroku: (I guess he means… Nasu no Yoichi…?)

Ushio: You didn’t know that? You should’ve come and saw him in person sooner.

Akuta: No literally so true! The moment Sensei said he was coming to Muneuji’s house to say hello, I couldn’t not come with, y’know? And I don’t regret it at all either!

Kiroku: …I’m happy to… just obs…erve.

Muneuji: As a Kaguya, it’s my duty as a head of this school to open the gates and share the spirit of archery. I’m truly glad to hear of everyone’s praises.

Those wishing to try Kyuudou and those who are just visiting are both welcome here.

Kaede: When I heard you say that, I just said I’d love to try it out without even thinking about it, but… I wonder if I can actually do this properly.

Muneuji: There’s no need to fret. In Kyuudou, there’s a saying that goes “if an arrow is shot correctly, it shall always hit the target.”

Akuta: What’s that mean?

Muneuji: The phrase means if you use the correct technique, any arrow you shoot will not miss.

Akuta: So what you’re saying issss… once I master this technique thingy, I’ll always hit in the center!?

Nanaki: But, isn’t that what’s hard about it? I’m sure not just anyone can master this technique…

Ushio: That was so obvious I got a headache just hearing you ask it…

Kaede: R-Really?

Muneuji: Indeed. You can say that hitting the target is just a means, not an end.

The true purpose of Kyuudou is to achieve “Truth, Goodness, and Beauty”. Aiming to hit the center of a target with a true shot is the pursuit of “Truth”.

Akuta: The persuit of truth… I dunno what that is, but it sounds cool…!

Kiroku: Then… What about… “Goodness”?

Muneuji: The purpose of “Goodness” is to keep a calm mind. You achieve this by facing your own thoughts and practicing to try and maintain a composed and proper mindset.

Nanaki: I get it. So that’s why you always seem so calm and level-headed, Muneuji.

Akuta: And thennnn… The last one’s “Beauty”. It’s the last one on the list, so is it some sorta secret ultimate move!?

Muneuji: Indeed, you’re correct.

Akuta: SERIOUSLY!?

Nanaki: R-Really…!?

Ushio: Hold on. Muu-chan, you’re spoiling Idiotake too much.

Muneuji: Don’t say that. The combination of “Truth” and “Goodness” are both essential to achieve “Beauty”. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to akin it to something like a secret ultimate move. The form of perfect harmony you acquire in achieving “Truth” as well as the grace you need for a calm and proper mind for “Goodness” is what defines the pursuit of “Beauty”.

If you are an archer who has mastered “Truth” and “Goodness”, you will naturally master “Beauty” in your form as well. Kyuudou in itself is a world of beauty.

Kiroku: A world of… beauty… That’s why it’s… so visually… captivating…

Ushio: There’s a certain path you need to follow with Kyuudou. As citizens, we should know that it has its own etiquette at the very least.

Kiroku: (Kurama looks so proud…)

Kaede: I get more and more impressed the more I hear about it. I never would’ve imagined it had a world this deep…!

Muneuji: Having proper teaching within a class would be ideal, but it’s worth it to just try it out. Chief, you should try taking a shot and seeing how it feels.

Kaede: Okay, please guide me well.

Akuta: Get that cool ass shot right in the middle, Sensei! I’ll take a pic!

Kaede: Akuta-kun, you raised the difficulty to hard mode so quickly…!

Muneuji: Alright. Remember the eight fundamental stages of shooting, and try going through them one by one.

Kaede: Y-Yes!

(The eight fundamental stages of shooting… I learned them before when Muneuji was leading as an example.)

(Umm, getting your stance with proper footing and then correcting your posture…)

Muneuji: Your abdomen… Put force underneath your navel area and keep in mind where in your body the center of gravity is.

Akuta: OHHHH〜! That stance is so cool! It’s like he has this cool aura around him!

Nanaki: Yeah, just his posture is… amazing, he really has the vibes. Maybe Chief does have the ability to master it…

Ushio: No matter how you look at it, he has a sloppy beginner’s stance though.

Kiroku: He might just be… nerv…ous, but… good lu…

Muneuji: Next, reading your bow.

Kaede: (Place my right hand on the string and adjust my grip with my left hand…)

Muneuji: Look ahead. Use your right eye to find the center of your target.

Kaede: (Once doing this, you can’t blink or look away from the target…)

Muneuji: Level both of your hands and gently raise the bow to bring it into the drawing position.

Kaede: Ugh, ngngh…

Kiroku: …It looks… really… hard.

Ushio: He’s just using too much force. Look, he’s even shaking.

Muneuji: “Complete your draw”. Clear your mind and allow the energy to fill you within.

Kaede: Phew…

Muneuji: Now, wait for the timing in which that energy is neither too excessive nor too scarce.

Kaede: (ーーNow.)

(The last step is the “release”, Even if I already shot the arrow, keep my guard up and watch where it landsーー)

H-Huh!?

Ushio: Ah well, he completely failed. It didn’t even hit the target, much less the center.

Akuta: EEHH～!? As soon as I was gonna get the perfect shot too!? Hey Sensei, make sure you follow through til the end!

Kaede: Uu… Sorry…

Muneuji: Uu-chan. Isotake. It was wonderful to witness Chief being mindful of his every move. Don’t laugh at him.

Uu-chan, you can also relate to a time when it was your first time to pick up a bow. If I recall, you hard a hard time drawing the bow as well to a point in which your face started turning redーー

Ushio: T-This isn’t about me…!

Nanaki: I could tell you were concentrating really hard, Chief. I… was watching you closely. You had this focused expression on your face and… I-It was really cool.

Kaede: Ahaha, thank you for watching so well. You’re very sweet, Nanaki-kun.

Nanaki: I-It’s not like that, really…

(I’m this close to taking that arrow home with me…)

Kiroku: Good… work… Just drawing the… bow… looked really… diffi…cult.

Kaede: Yeah, when I actually tried it myself, it just made me realize even more how cool Muneuji-kun is.

Sachie: Sorry to interrupt you, everyone～

Muneuji: Oh, Sachie-san. …Everyone, this is our housekeeper, Sachie-san.

Sachie: It’s a pleasure, thank you for your support.

Kaede: You as well. I’m sorry for barging in so suddenly.

Sachie: Oh there’s no need to apologize. I apologize for keeping you all waiting here. I came to inform you that the main house is ready.

Muneuji: Is that so? Then, we’ll clean up here and make our way over there quickly.

Location: The Kaguya Family's Living Room

Akuta: Oh wooooooww… The inside of your family’s house is also so cool… It’s like a samurai or emperor’s home kinda vibe!

Hey hey. Do ya think I can take a quick shot? I wanna say something like “Off with your head[2], de gozaru!��

Muneuji: There’s no need to be so stiff. Please take it easy and relax here.

Kaede: But it truly is an amazing house. You grew up in a place like this, Muneuji-kun?

Muneuji: Indeed. It’s also Uu-chan’s second home.

Ushio: I-I guess, yeah. I’ve been coming over here to play since I was little.

Muneuji’s Mom: ーーMuneuji, are you all gathered here?

Muneuji: Mother.

Kaede: It’s been a while since we last spoke to each other, ma’am. I’m Kaede Hamasaki from HAMA Tours.

It was my intention to come by myself, but it suddenly turned into a big group of people, so I truly apologize for that…!

For this round of Feature Tours, Muneuji-kun offered to be the Main Host this time around… I’m truly grateful for his assistance.

Muneuji’s Mom: Oh please, stop it with that Chief-san. I should be the one who’s indebted to you…!

Kaede: Oh no, there’s no need! Muneuji-kun has truly been a great help, we’re the ones who are indebted to him!

Muneuji’s Mom: No no! I’m the one…! You’ve taken care of him for work and even in his daily life, I should be the one who’s…

Kaede: No no no no!

Ushio: Adults really love doing this pointless back and forth thing huh.

Muneuji: Mother, Chief, please cease this never ending battle between who’s in whose debt. If this continues on, we’ll be here for eternity.

Kaede: Ah, s-sorry…!

Muneuji’s Mom: I-I suppose you’re right…!

Muneuji: On top of that, the Feature Tour truly isn’t that big of a hassle.

After all, the Sub-Host who will be aiding me is my dear childhood friend, Uu-chan, as I requested.

Ushio: Well, that’s just how it turned out. I’ll support him, so you don’t have to worry too much Auntie.

Muneuji’s Mom: Oh my, is that the case? Uu-kun, please take care of Muneuji.

Ushio: Yes.

Muneuji’s Mom: And you all in the Day Squad, thank you for coming over today. Are any of you hungry, perhaps?

Akuta: I AAAM! We’re all so hungry, we’re in starvation mode・deluxe edition!

Nanaki: Whaー Akuta…

Muneuji’s Mom: Fufu, that’s good then. I’ve prepared my famous sweet stew for lunch, so you’re all welcome to have some. Of course, that includes Chief-san.

Kaede: You were already gracious enough to allow us to experience Kyuudou, I couldn’t impose on you more with lunch…!

Muneuji: Mother’s famous sweet stew is very delicious. I would definitely recommend you try it.

Ushio: They aren’t lying when they say it’s sweet either, so be prepared.

Muneuji’s Mom: I’ve already prepared enough already, so please don’t hesitate if you want any.

Kaede: I’m sorry, I’ll be taking you up on that offer then. Thank you for the meal.

Muneuji’s Mom: Then I’ll go get that ready for you with Sachie-san. If you don’t mind, please wait a little bit longer.

Kaede: I’m sorry if we made you feel uncomfortable…

Muneuji: My mother has told me before that she always wanted to greet you properly, Chief. And many people come in and out of our house frequently, so please don’t feel the need to apologize.

Kaede: Thank you. I hope your mom doesn’t worry too much about the Feature Tour.

Muneuji: Uu-chan helped ease her worries by saying he was the Sub-Host. There should be no problems.

Kaede: (Since Muneuji-kun and Ushio-kun teamed up, I’m sure there won’t be anything to worry about. I hope your mother rests assured…!)

On that topic, Muneuji-kun. Have you decided on a destination for the study trip yet?

Muneuji: Ah, yes, for that, I was thinking of Tanegashima.

There is a rocket launch scheduled to take place in the very near future, so this is a rare opportunity to see the launch site in action.

Ushio: ‘s that fine?

Kaede: A rocket launch sounds nice! Then, let’s make it a goal to go to Tanegashima.

Muneuji: Indeed. I’ve already been eyeing the Tanegashima Space Center, as well as several other locations.

Ushio: You already have a plan?

Muneuji: Just in my head. Only as candidates though, nothing is set in stone.

Kaede: Then could I hear about your plan? I might be able to suggest some places that you haven’t thought of yet.

Muneuji: That’s certainly true. Then let’sーー

Akuta: Nanaki, look, look! Even the garden has a real Wabi-sabi[3]ish incomplete feel! Look, there are even things that make that kinda sound you hear when water hits an empty thing!

Nanaki: Like that sound water-filled bamboo makes when it’s empty? That’s nice, I think Natsume-san would like the vibe this place has.

Kiroku: ………

Akuta: Kiroku, what’s up? You’ve been looking around all over the places for a while.

Kiroku: Ah… I-It’s noth…ing. I was just… thinking… that Kaguya’s… little sister… isn’t around…

Akuta: Aah right, Princess-chan! She comes over to the HAMA House every once in a whil…

AH! If she’s the Princess of the Kaguya house then she’s… Princess Kaguya!?

Nanaki: Eh, you only now noticed that…?

Akuta: Will she return to the Moon one day!?

Kiroku: If the… Moon’s messengers… come to take… her away, we have… to chase them… away together… with Kaguya…

Nanaki: …Huh, is she that kid? There’s a kid peeking over here through the entrance.

Akuta: Huh?

Muneuji’s Sister: Ah…

Akuta: Princess-chan is here! Let’s think about what to do when the Moon’s messengers come～!

Muneuji’s Sister: I… I-I… gh… Hic!

Akuta: Hm?

Nanaki: Huー Wh-What’s the matter…? Uh, um, why do you look like you’re going to cry…!?

Kiroku: …Did something… happen?

Muneuji’s Sister: Uuu… Waah…!

Akuta: …Uuum, does anyone have a tissue?

Muneuji’s Sister: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I’M SORRRYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Masterlist — ✈︎ Next

Notes — ✈︎

Muneuji is around 5 here and he doesn't say the word properly. Princess talks the same, so I'll keep their dialogue like this.

Akuta says a famous line from the Edo period I believe? If you drew your sword inside a place like the Edo Castle regardless of the reason, you were forced to commit seppuku. I think “off with your head” gives the same vibes?

Wabi-sabi is an aesthetic about the acceptance of transience and imperfection or the beauty of things that are simple.

#kfkr1ze #18trip #18trip translation #Reset ≠ Astronauts #muneuji kaguya #ushio kurama #akuta isotake #nanaki nanamegi #kiroku kinugawa

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madara-fate · 10 months ago

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Sometimes I don't understand these people

How is a woman supporting a man, sexist? What is wrong with being supportive? That's not called sexism that's traditionalism, these people force their own views on others and it's infuriating sometimes.

Didn't Naruto say he likes Hinata?

Didn't Sasuke thank Sakura ?

Wasn't Shikamaru greatful when Temari came to his aid, didn't you see the fondness in his face

Most of the complaints there are untrue.

Wtf do they want Mikoto to do? Play ninja while her sons are infants. They want her to be a bad mother. What just to chase a career of death.

And no Sakura isn't a bad mom, she prioritizes Sarada over her work. We see her spend more time with Sadara and being a good mom.

I don't understand it,do they want a man in a woman's body? Sakura Hinata Kushina and Mikoto chose family over work because they are good women. They are selfless and love their families. And that Hinata is basically a pacifist.

Heck Tsunade who I reckon as the best of them all is still devoted to her love and family (Dan and Nawaki). After all she became Hokage for them if I remember correctly.

Btw is Mikoto even a Jonin?! I remember Sasuke saying fucking toddler Itachi is better than her in shuriken jutsu.

Kaguya is the origins behind chakra but it's Zetsu that causes all the problems. It was he who planned her resurrection and it was he who brainwashed the Uchiha.

Most of the story men were villains so when a woman is finally the villain it's suddenly sexist?

I don't get the sexism in here tbh

"Sexism" is another one of those annoying buzzwords that people just love to carelessly throw around and grossly misuse in this fandom, right up there with "misogyny", "homophobic" and "fangirl". Everything that person said is complete and utter unadulterated nonsense, everything. I was actually left dumbfounded by the sheer level of absurdity emanating from what I just read. I thought I had read it all in the Naruto fandom but fucking hell, there are literally no bounds to the amount of drivel people can spew in this fandom.

So apparently, every single female character was defined by her relationships to men, and most of them were also boy-crazy. I'm not gonna bother listing a plethora of female characters proving this statement to be idiotic, but it also shows how much of the female cast's characters this person is ignoring by claiming how all of them are defined by their relationships to men.

People love to say how someone like Sakura was "obsessed with Sasuke", despite the fact that by their logic, Naruto was even more obsessed with Sasuke. But then they'll try and counter by highlighting his other relationships with Jiraiya, Iruka etc. As if Sakura didn't have her own other relationships with Tsunade, Ino, Hinata etc. They think someone like Ino is "boy-crazy", as if she didn't have very prominent and platonic relationships with Shikamaru, Choji, Asuma and her father. The relationships she had with them were far more prominent and important than her romantic relationships, but this person will of course ignore all of that and insinuate that Ino was boy-crazy, as if the romantic relationships were all her character amounted to.

Apparently, Shikamaru not being shown to marry Temari during his Infinite Tsukuyomi dream is evidence that he actively dislikes her. God only knows how they reached that conclusion.

Sai ultimately didn't find Ino ugly, as evidenced by Shikamaru Hiden's conclusion.

The amount of times Naruto has praised and held Hinata in high regard... The blood promise during the Chuunin Exams, the "Proud Failure" speech, him reassuring her during the skirmish with the White Zetsus, the hand holding scene, the entirety of The Last...

Sasuke called Sakura annoying at the very beginning, but she became one of his most precious comrades, as he himself stated.

This person literally picks and chooses where the story just ends for certain characters because they just ignore all of the later developments for these characters and their relationships.

Another stupid generalisation, acting as if all men who showed some measure of interest in women were just like Jiraiya or Ebisu.

Not every scene depicting Naruto's crush on Sakura showed goofy immaturity and innocence, and his growing feelings for Hinata certainly didn't demonstrate that.

Lee's crush on Sakura wasn't dropped entirely, they were brought up again during his Infinite Tsukuyomi dream.

So because Obito retained his feelings for Rin into adulthood, it means he was still the same childish boy? So by this person's logic, you can only truly grow up once you've moved on from the romantic feelings you had as a child? That's the same ridiculous argument I hear about Sakura - she developed in so many different ways as a person, but because she held on to her feelings for Sasuke, all of her development doesn't matter and her character regressed according to these people. It's pathetic.

"Women were almost always healers and support", despite the fact that 57% of all the Medic-Nins shown in the series were male, yeah I did my research on that one.

"Women make up less than 1/3 of ninjas even at Genin level", no. The ratio is definitely in favour of the male characters, but it's not that large. But that's to be expected, it's a battle shounen catered to young boys, so of course there will be more male characters. The vast majority of battle shounens have noticeably more male characters - Bleach, One Piece, Dragon Ball, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer and Jujutsu Kaisen just to name a few.

"Girls are almost all desperate to become wives and earn the attention of boys who don't even like them!", more blanket statements, more gross generalisations based on the early chapters of one or two characters, and more misinformation regarding boys who apparently didn't like them.

Who the hell ever said or even remotely implied that Fugaku "married into the main family"?

To answer your question about Mikoto though, she was indeed a Jonin, but Itachi being better than her at something ninja related as a toddler isn't surprising, he was a literal prodigy.

Minato was the Hokage because he earned that title due to his unprecedented skills and accomplishments during the Third Shinobi War. Just because Kushina was "borderline royalty" and from a prestigious clan doesn't mean that she had more of a right to be the Hokage. Was she more competent as a leader than Minato was? Did she have the same level of respect in the village that Minato did? Was she more capable of defending the village than Minato was? No. If she had done what Minato had done during the War, and she wasn't Kurama's Jinchuuriki, then perhaps Hiruzen would have chosen her as his successor instead. There was no sexism in the choice of Hokage for fuck's sake.

How the hell can this person exaggerate Kushina's status by claiming that she was "borderline royalty", while simultaneously severely downplaying Minato's prestige by ignoring everything he had done to earn the Hokage title, and not see the glaring double standard? They're complaining about how Kushina's credentials were apparently ignored, while they themselves were ignoring Minato's.

Wow, the reach here is insane. This person really just wants to feel victimised from non existent sexism. The vast majority of the "sins" committed in the series were done by men, but we'll just ignore that I guess, like they chose to ignore so many other things proving their claims to be preposterous.

Kishi has no idea the sexism is there because it's not fucking there. However, nowhere did he claim that the women have "epic girl power", and at least with regards to Sakura, he openly acknowledged the errors that he made when writing her as the heroine. I won't dignify this person's further bullshit about the men apparently hating their wives, their loveless marriages, men being forced to marry women they don't like and Kishi apparently blaming women for this. It's just a bunch of baseless bullshit, like everything else they said.

#sasusaku #naruhina #shikatema #inosai #Naruto

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thoughtspresso · 2 years ago

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Oshi No Ko was about Arima Kana all along.

And I think there’s a real possibility she may die at the end.

Or be placed in the way of grave danger.

I was reading some AquKane shippers say something about how they don’t understand AquaKana, and why the writers and directors keep clearly pushing Kana towards Aqua when they barely share any chemistry. Whereas, in their belief, his relationship with Akane is more honest, deeper, whatever. I’m not here to argue about that. But I get where they’re coming from. And the simple explanation is this:

It’s because this whole story was written for Arima Kana.

I’ve seen some Youtubers talk about how this whole story was meant to be fulfillment for Ruby/Sarina’s dream to become the next great Idol, something about Amaterasu favoring her.

And that’s near what I thought of it. But I really think if the God of Entertainment wanted to bless a child with cancer a second life as the world’s great idol, they’d also give her a great singing voice, y’know?

Spoilers for the manga, of course as we go along on this explanation. So anime onlies, get caught up before you start reading me ramble.

Here we go:

1. Arima Kana is the embodiment of Amaterasu, not Ruby.

Or at least, Amaterasu’s appointed representative, or her favorite daughter.

To give you a run-down of some of the core Shinto/Japanese Mythology that is important for the story, the Creator God Izanaki had three children:

Amaterasu, Goddess of the Sun.

Tsukuyomi, the Moon.

Susanoo, the Storm.

The story goes that Amaterasu and Susanoo had a competition about who could create better gods. So Amaterasu took Susanoo’s Totsuka-no-Tsurugi* (longsword) and split it into three, from which she birthed the three Munakata goddesses.

And woncha knowit, there are three great actresses born in that year?

*A reminder that Kana plays the character Tsurugi, which literally just means Sword. And Akane’s character Saya-hime just literally means Sheath or Scabbard Princess.

In this bet, Amaterasu got clever with the rules and won on a technicality. Susanoo went on a rampage, destroyed Amaterasu’s ricefield, and flayed Amaterasu’s favorite divine horse*, and then threw its body at her loom.

*The name Arima is spelled with the Kanji of Horse & Exist/Live.

Amaterasu, in her grief, flees into a cave, believed to be Amano Iwato cave, right in the town of Takachiho, Amamiya Gorou’s hometown, and the death place of Tendouji Sarina.

The being that draws Amaterasu out of there was the Goddess of the Dawn, known also as the Goddess of the Revelry & Arts, a being that Aqua says he knows well, and believes there’s a grain of truth to:

And how does Ame-no-Uzume draw Amaterasu out of her grief?

By throwing an absolute rager, and dancing really wildly that it catches her attention and makes all the gods around them laugh so hard. Just like:

Ame-no-Uzume will later on marry a diety who tried to block her passage before, Sarutohiko, who in Ise is worshipped as the god who illuminates the world.

That’s some divinity-level AquaKana shipping right there.

Just like how Aka Akasaka wrote the story of Kaguya-sama: Love Is War about two lovers who couldn’t be together just like in the myth of Kaguya, but having his characters overcome all odds to defy divine fate, I do believe that apart from the parallels to the mythology like he did in Kaguya-sama, there is very literal divine intervention this time in Oshi No Ko.

I think what’s happening is that the gods, particularly Amaterasu and Susanoo are quarelling again about who could create better gods, just like before, but now more of whose favored child will shine the brightest and be worshipped by the most humans. But just like last time, Susanoo may have been enraged, especially at the sexual assault of his chosen Hikaru Kamiki, that he possessed him with a corrupting force that urges him to destroy shining stars before they reach their peak, hence the murders of Himekawa Airi, Hoshino Ai**, and Katayose Yura.

Which by the way, the name Hikaru means Radiant Light!

And Hoshino means Field of Stars!

Whether it’s because Amaterasu is angry that every daughter she sends to earth is slaughtered by Susanoo’s chosen, or just because she wants to win their competition, she appoints Ame-no-Uzume to assist in safeguarding her new favored one from Kamiki’s clutches. Her new favored one being Arima Kana.

And therefore, Ame-no-Uzume takes the souls of two motherless humans who had passed before they could shine and sent them to become Hoshino Ai’s twin children. It was all anyway happening in her territory of Takachiho at the most opportune time.

Ame-no-Uzume is also known as The Goddess of Dance, as well as The Great Pursuader. And wouldn’t you know, that’s exactly the gifts that the Hoshino Twins received.

An energetic performer who takes the stage with dance:

And a deceptive, persuasive, extremely believable actor, who:

fooled his own sister into believing she had been rejected from an audition

pretended to scout an idol from a competing agency to research them

get Director Gotanda to raise him and train him

make Akane not just date him, but follow him down a destructive path

convince Kana and Mem to join IchigoPro

impersonate Pieyon for several days straight

Anyway, I truly, truly believe that unbeknownst to Aqua, his true mission is just to keep drawing Kana out of her darkness until she shines the brightest. Which is what he keeps doing anyway:

2. The Timing of the whole Oshi No Ko plot is aligned with Arima Kana’s rise to unprecedented stardom.

The story of Ai Hoshino’s pregnancy and meeting of Gorou Amamiya in a quaint hospital occurs at the beginning of Arima Kana’s life, just after she is born.

She meets Aqua Hoshino around age 4, already talented, and already extremely arrogant which could have easily been the demise of her career. But meeting Aqua and seeing his acting was a necessary wake-up call for her, that it brings her to tears. She never forgets this experience that she brought that lesson with her to her adulthood: that she can’t be satisfied and keep working harder, and to be a better communicator with her colleagues. At their first point of contact, Aqua already becomes the reason why Arima Kana’s acting career survives the slump.

They meet again in high school, when Arima Kana has one acting job in a lackluster production of Sweet Today. The ratings had plummeted, if not for the fact that Aqua came onto the set to draw out the best acting Arima Kana could deliver. After this, Arima receives much more respect and recognition from her colleagues in the industry beyond just being cast to bring some legitimacy to their production.

It’s because of Aqua and Ruby that Kana joins IchigoPro’s Idol Division, and her career is reborn anew. Such that, even after quitting B-Komachi, Arima states she never regretted the decision to join, because otherwise the career of Arima Kana would have been already over.

It’s because of Aqua’s presence that Arima trains to become better and better as an idol. Aqua kept drawing out the light from Kana’s eyes, to the point that it catches the attention of the crowd who previously had no interest in her.

It’s because of her experience as an idol that she regains the confidence and sense of greed necessary to grab the attention of the audience when on stage, such that even Akane recognizes this change in her when Arima takes the stage as Tsurugi for the 2.5 Adadptation of Tokyo Blade.

And it’s because of all of these that she captures the attention of award-winning Director Masanori Shima, who lines up some roles for her when her acting schedule had dried up. It’s once again because of Kana’s dedication towards Aqua that Shima D finds her so interesting that he was most willing to promise her the best role possible.

It was as if Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto appointed Aqua and Ruby to come draw Arima Kana out of her Cave, and bring the Sun out again, just like how the deity drew out Amaterasu.

If you think about the title of the show, Oshi No Ko, it literally means The Favorite Child. God’s favored child. Arima Kana had been born chosen by Amaterasu from the very beginning. And Ame-no-Uzume is sending Aqua and Ruby to aid on this quest.

Which explains why it seems like there had been a mission communicated to Aqua from the very beginning. And why Ai was never going to be reincarnated at all.

You would think that if The Crow Girl, which we assume is the divine guide Yatagarasu, was communicating with Aqua about his revenge plan or helping him find Kamiki, that Aqua would hold a more favorable relationship with The Crow whenever it appears to give advice, no?

But it’s exactly the opposite. Because The Crow is guiding him into something that is different from his personal goal that Aqua doesn’t understand.

And this is where I think Arima Kana could be put in danger.

3. Arima Kana is Hikaru Kamiki’s next target.

There were earlier theories that thought Kurokawa Akane was the one to die next, because of what people have now learned of Kamiki’s serial murderer profile targeting big celebrities before their peak, and because Akane had received a bouquet of white roses from him when she won an award.

The chapter when it was expected to happen was a fake-out from Aka Akasaka, and some people think it’s still possible that she’s the target. In fact, I keep seeing recent theory videos who discount Kana and say she’s “the safest”. Hah! If only!

The scenes with Shima D weren’t just a mere plot point to bring scandal to Arima’s name, and threaten her career and life enough that it pushes Aqua to reveal his mother’s secret in exchange. But it’s there because this is the upward path for Arima Kana. So far, the only people who have witnessed her dazzling star power have been fans of the Sweet Today manga, idol otakus, and people who attended Tokyo Blade. That’s not really masterpiece-of-the-century, performing-at-the-dome level. None of these gigs have placed her center stage in what could be Film of the Year, and a Best Actress spot. Now, the chance is here, and it’s real:

I think, The 15-Year-Lie will attempt to draw out Hikaru Kamiki, or that Aqua intends to reveal himself in the movie looking like him, and reveal the identity of his father.

But I also think what would happen is that they would be unsuccessful at taking him down completely. Instead, from the movie, he would be interested in Arima Kana, and target her through the course of her Shima D movie, and plan to kill her before an important awards night.

Alternatively, now that Kana is changing her focus to film, she may consider moving agencies, and ask Frill Shiranui about her agent. And if we’re right, she is likely represented by Kamiki Productions.

Either way, Kamiki will pay attention to her and try to kill her just before she reaches her highest.

But I don’t think Arima Kana will die. I think instead of being saved by Aqua, it’ll be Kana who takes Kamiki down. Echoing back to her getting mad at Aqua for thinking that avoiding her was protecting her, and Aqua believing that Kana doesn’t need help since she’s strong enough to take care of herself.

And then maybe, it’s Arima Kana who draws Aqua out of the darkness too.

And, just like with Kaguya and Shirogane Miyuki, Aka Akasaka is once again writing a story about two people who will defy a fate of divine tragedy, and come out of it being more truthful with each other than they’ve been with themselves all along.

#oshi no ko #oshi no ko spoilers #arima kana #aqua hoshino #japanese mythology #shinto #shintoism #aqua x kana #hoshino aquamarine #onk spoilers #aquakana

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