Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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"Didn't you hear me say 'Let me go'?!" Toyokawa Shoko suddenly lowered her head and shouted loudly.

Nagasaki Motoyo's hand suddenly stiffened, and she looked up at her blankly.

"I'm not the same Toyokawa Shoko I used to be!! I don't have time to play this self-indulgent childish game with you guys!" Toyokawa Shoko practically shouted. "I have more important things to do now, so—"

"I see." Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly let go of her hand.

Still struggling with all her might, Toyokawa Shoko staggered forward a big step due to the sudden loss of strength. She steadied herself and looked back with surprise and uncertainty.

Nagasaki Motoyo slowly stood up, elegantly patted the dust off her school uniform skirt, and all her emotions vanished in an instant as she looked at her expressionlessly.

It was as if the person who had just been kneeling on the ground, begging her in a fit of pleading, was someone else entirely.

"Looks like I can't hold you back any longer," she suddenly said.

"Huh?" Toyokawa Shoko was taken aback.

“I’m sorry, Xiaoxiang.” Nagasaki Suze said, as she deftly took off her violin case from her back, placed it at her feet, and unzipped it. “Today, I can’t let you leave here.”

"What...does that mean?" Toyokawa Shoko looked at her blankly, a sudden surge of unease rising in her heart. "Su-se?"

"Ze-jun has already told me about your situation."

The words that came out of Nagasaki Motoyo's mouth struck her like a thunderbolt.

"Are you going to stop him, Xiao Xiang?"

"...Even if you've already chosen to give up, hasn't he?"

"What do you know about me—" Toyokawa Shoko's voice cracked with excitement, and her golden eyes were instantly filled with anger.

“I don’t understand.” Nagasaki Motoyo slung the bass strap over her shoulder and answered decisively, “That’s precisely why… I can’t let you stop Sawa-kun.”

"You are destroying yourself, and he... is here to save you."

An invisible magical fluctuation began to emanate from her and gradually spread outwards.

"He's going to his death!!" Toyokawa Shoko stepped forward uncontrollably, shouting resolutely, "That man is invincible! He can't possibly win!!"

“I believe in him.” Nagasaki Motoyo looked calmly into her eyes, her fingers lightly touching the strings. “Shoko, do you believe in yourself?”

"..." Toyokawa Shoko was completely stunned.

Believe in yourself?

Do you believe in that version of yourself that is consumed by fear and wants to escape?

Do you believe in a version of yourself that can't even protect those around you?

Do you believe in that version of yourself... who pushes everyone away and ultimately loses even the one person who is willing to help you?

She took a step back helplessly.

Nagasaki Motoyo looked at her out-of-control state, a complex emotion flashing deep in her azure eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.

"I see..." She sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Xiao Xiang, I still can't let you leave here."

“Speaking of which…” she smiled, “it’s a little embarrassing to say, but… I was able to find this place thanks to the GPS tracker I put in your shoe to secretly photograph it.”

"enough."

Toyokawa Shoko suddenly raised her hand, her five fingers spread wide, pointing at the empty space in front of her.

Countless tiny specks of light appeared out of thin air and coalesced into a black keyboard in front of her.

She placed her fingers on the piano keys she had touched countless times before.

"Has anyone ever told you... that you've never been a qualified pastor?"

“Yes.” Nagasaki Motoyo nodded frankly, “but at least—I still want to be a decent…friend.”

Toyokawa Shoko's hand paused on the piano keys for a moment.

“Nagasaki Motoyo…” Her voice gradually turned cold.

"You really are...all you think about is yourself."

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Outside the window, the raindrops grew denser, pattering against the metal body of the car and making a continuous sound.

"You know what, Toyokawa Sadaharu's car is really comfortable to ride in."

Takeru Satoh leaned back in the wide, comfortable leather seat in the back.

"...They really know how to enjoy life."

He closed his eyes, seemingly dozing, or perhaps sorting through the final details in his mind.

Zurich, that tranquil lakeside villa that I had already purchased.

Wealth, security, and the freedom to finally extricate oneself from this murky water.

Although there were some minor hiccups, everything now seems within reach.

All the effort was worthwhile.

A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of his lips.

I glanced out the window and casually saw the tricycle parked by the roadside.

...a tricycle?

Why are there tricycles on the overpass?

Before the question could fully form in his mind, a deafening explosion suddenly came from behind him.

The surging air currents propelled the heavy body of the Maybach forward in a whirl.

The air freshener, tablet, and his handmade custom-made jacket, which he had taken off and casually placed aside, all flew up as if weightless, crashing onto the roof, windows, and floor.

a mess.

The immense inertia nearly threw Takeru Satoh off his chair, and he awkwardly braced himself against the back of the seat in front of him to straighten up.

"Ah Sheng?" He looked up at the man in black in the driver's seat, his voice trembling with fear. "What happened? What's going on in the back?"

The man in black, referred to as "Ah Sheng," did not answer him immediately.

Instead, they looked through the rain and the gradually dissipating dust towards the viaduct.

There, a figure stood quietly.

A figure wearing a gray uniform from Haneoka Academy.

The rain had soaked him to the bone, and his uniform clung to his body, outlining the boy's slightly thin yet exceptionally upright features.

He lowered his head slightly, his damp black hair sticking to his forehead, obscuring his expression.

On his back, a black guitar bag was slung across his shoulder, the zipper open.

What's most eye-catching is what he's holding in his hand.

That wasn't a guitar.

It is not a "sword".

Rather, they seem to be one with each other, perfectly natural.

The dazzling starlight pierced through the rain curtain and illuminated the heavens.

"boss."

He gripped the steering wheel and looked through the rearview mirror at Takeru Satoh, who was still in shock and had a pale face in the back seat.

"We might be in trouble."

Chapter 73 Deus Ex: Mechanism

Time goes back 10 minutes.

Yuecunze parked the burnt-out three-wheeled vehicle on the side of the road, got out, and watched as the white smoke coming out of the hood was gradually extinguished by the rain.

Three-wheeled vehicle: burned out, leaving only white ash.jpg

"Sorry buddy, I'll make you some good engine oil to drink when I get back."

He silently bowed to Om Messiah, the god of all machines, then turned around and took off the black guitar case from his back.

With the sound of a zipper being pulled open, a hand gripped the cold metal handle and slowly pulled out the contents.

【Star's Edge】.

Raindrops pattered on the sword, making a soft, continuous sound, and dripped down the smooth blade.

The thick rain seemed to swallow everything up, enveloping the endless stream of vehicles around us. The broken engine sounds mixed in with the wind, like the muffled roar of a monster.

But Koshimura seemed completely unconcerned, simply holding his sword and standing on the edge of the overpass.

He took a deep breath of the humid air, held the Star Blade horizontally in front of him, and placed his left hand on the strings that were parallel to the blade.

hum-

A piercing noise rang out in the rain, but was quickly drowned out by the even louder sound of the rain.

Koshimura sighed helplessly and loosened his grip.

Unsurprisingly.

The strings are completely rusted, so even if they are tuned, the pitch will still be affected.

The microphone has also completely stopped working, and the magic transmission efficiency is estimated to be less than 20% of what it used to be.

The cold rain continued to flow down the sword, washing away the rusted strings and the intricate yet blurred silver patterns on the blade.

Of course he knew what the sword was.

Farewell to belongings.

These magical artifacts, born from the cataclysmic wars of the Arcane Age, are woven from the arcane power spilling out of the war, or perhaps from the blessings of the gods.

It enables mortals to wield godlike power.

Although damaged or dormant over the long years, the power contained within has not disappeared; it is simply waiting for the right moment to be awakened.

Although I don't know if picking up artifacts while walking is a common trait of the head of the astrology department, I can't care about that now.

The most important thing is to wake it up immediately.

Only in this way can we increase our chances of winning.

But the problem is... how do we wake it up?

Koshimura examined the sword closely.

Suddenly, he raised it to his waist, mimicking a transformation pose from a tokusatsu drama, and shouted:

"Fire, draw your sword!"

Wow, there's even a Saber!

No response.

The sword remained dull, its indistinct silver patterns seemingly gazing silently at him.

"That won't work..."

Koshimura took a deep breath, then raised his sword high above his head, pointing it directly at the gray sky.

"Respond to me, Star's Edge!"

【I'm so excited, rice】

"Balala Energy. Medical Ling Seven Shrimp (Seven) Siqia 6.."

No, there's no need to try this...

Koshimura Sawa lowered his hand with some disappointment.

"Could it be... that I have to call out its true name, just like with a Zanpakuto?"

He examined the patterns on the sword but found nothing of value.

It's actually not that complicated.