"This is going to be super awesome."
"For who?! I don't even want to be here!"
"But you're still here. Just get rid of that super frown and try to enjoy yourself."
"I would enjoy myself more somewhere else. I'm feeling sick from being around so many people already."
Mugino's eyes were alight with fury as she stood among a large crowd of people packed so tightly together, Mugino was confident that the fire marshal was hovering nearby, waiting for the slightest excuse to take action, lurking nearby with warrants in hand. It was a sweltering afternoon that was about to turn to evening and she could hardly look in any direction without seeing teenagers looking like they were having the time of their lives.
Did all of these people seriously come for a stupid concert? It must have been nice, living a peaceful life. She on the other hand, wasn't interested in wasting precious time she could use for something else.
"Don't be so uptight." Kinuhata chided as she continued to smile excitedly, no different from any of the others around here. "This is a once in a lifetime chance to see the band that made so many tracks for some movies that I love. It's been a super while since they've become famous stars in Japan and never set foot in the world of amateur movies again, but that doesn't super matter!"
"You're all nerds and idiots. It's too freaking hot out to have so many people packed in one place. It's a pain. Well, at least there's a chance some idiots might get in a fight. That should be somewhat entertaining, even if for a little while."
"Mugino...you're that super idiot."
"Huh?"
"Just two minutes after we got in here, you bumped into a guy and threatened him violently until he super broke into tears and apologized at while groveling at your feet."
"He pissed me off! He had the sort of arrogant look on his face that weaklings get that makes you want punch them! I did everyone a favor."
"You also stepped on the mat someone laid out so he and his friends could sit, and when they spoke up, you nearly blasted their heads off."
"They pissed me off even more!" Mugino shook off Kinuhata's argument indifferently. "I mean, don't those idiots have better things to do than be here, talking about freaking gossip? The world would be better off without them."
"Concert tickets aren't easy to super get. They sell off quick. Anyone who doesn't respect that enough to show up early and wait with friends doesn't deserve to super get a ticket."
"...and why the hell did you waste one on me when someone who cared could have gotten it themselves?"
"I don't care about other people. You need to be super cultured in music."
"You mean force your annoying tastes one me, don't you?"
Just then, someone carelessly bumped into Mugino from behind, causing the level 5 to stumble slightly. She instantly turned on her heel with rage coloring her face, aiming to put a new hole in the unlucky music lover.
But she didn't see anyone immediately behind her and paused for a moment in confusion.
"What..?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a short figure weaving its way through the crowd of people's legs, possibly being the one at fault. But instead of chasing down the fleeing suspect, Mugino frowned curiously as she thought.
"That fluffy blonde hair...kind of looks familiar..."
"In the end, what is Mugino doing here?!" Frenda Seivelun demanded of no one in particular as she shivered behind a wall of people. Just by crouching down slightly, she easily hid herself despite her clear foreign features. She'd learned through experience that the best way to hide a blonde in Japan was to make it so she was never seen.
"Essentially, do you know that girl?" Frenda's little sister, Fremea Seivelun asked curiously as she looked up at her sister, who had dove at her from behind the crowd of people as if rescuing her from a fatal trap. "You're shaking like you barey avoided death."
"Just unlucky coincidence." Frenda murmured as she let her breath out slowly. "If those two had seen me here, who knows what would happen? I'd never hear the end of it. In the end, it's a good thing Takitsubo didn't come."
"Come on!" Fremea completely ignored her sister's concerns despite having been the one to ask as she tugged on Frenda's skirt eagerly. "Essentially, we need to find a good spot before the concert starts! I want a good view to hear everything!"
"That makes no sense." Frenda muttered as she let Fremea drag her along through the crowd. "But in the end, you still haven't even thanked me for using my connections to get you a ticket to come here. I don't even like this type of music, so show some gratitude."
"Essentially, you don't like anything that isn't sung by an idol, do you?"
"Of course not! In the end, idols are meant to be idolized! I bet you only like this sort of music because you're hanging out with those Skill-Out people so much! The same for those violent games you keep trying to get me to buy for you!"
"Komaba-oniichan is not a bad influence! He should be praised for teaching me so much!"
Frenda was about to retort, but was interrupted as the crowd erupted into cheers and whistles as the band that was meant to perform came out onto the stage that the crowd was centered around. Fremea tried to jumped several times to see over the people in front of her, putting all of her strength into the movement, but the extra inch she gained for a moment only showed her the backs of everyone in front of her..
In the end, she can't do anything without me.
Frenda sighed as she picked Fremea up in her arms and placed her on her shoulders, allowing the small girl to see over the heads of the people nearby. No sooner had she done so than the music began to play and Fremea began to bounce with excitement.
But I guess that's why I'm still around for her, right?
"Uwah...it's starting."
Kamijou Touma sighed miserably as he looked around, hearing the muffled sound of music nearby.
He'd somehow been lucky enough to get tickets to a concert for free, something very unusual for his normal trend of misfortune. He didn't listen to music too often, but it seemed like a waste of a rare piece of luck for him to just not go, but he didn't know anyone in particular who listened to this sort of music, so he couldn't give the ticket away.
And now he was wandering the halls leading to the stage where the band was playing, having somehow made a wrong turn to an outside concert.
"Is Kamijou-san doomed to wander these halls at least until the very end of the concert, missing everything? Was my luck just an illusion that I fell for…?"
He should have known when he hadn't lost his ticket, which was what he'd expected would happen. But he wouldn't lose heart. He needed to keep looking, or else he'd been giving in to his cruel misfortune and would never become victorious.
So he picked himself up and continued forward, making a turn around a wall up ahead.
"Ah."
This single word escaped his mouth as his foot was caught on what seemed like the wire of a plug-specifically one connected to an amp-and he stumbled forward several feet, accidently pulling the plug out on the way.
Instinctively, he tried to correct his balance and brought his other foot forward to catch himself.
And his foot went straight through a large drum, pushing it over so symbols clattered to the ground.
A long and heavy silence filled the air as Kamijou met the shocked eyes of the band and the audience.
"..."
"WHAT THE HELL!"
"YOU BASTARD!"
"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!"
"IS THIS SOME SORT OF STUPID PRANK?!"
"DIE AND GET OFF THE STAGE!"
All sorts of debris sailed through the air, aimed for Kamijou's head, and he covered his head immediately to block them as he cried internally. Why did he have to stumble ONTO the stage, of all places?
And why were there beams mixed in with the debris?!
"I'LL KILL YOU, YOU STUPID TROLL! GET OVER HERE SO I CAN MELT THAT STUPID LOOK ON YOUR FACE RIGHT OFF!"
"Oh! Mugino is super mad! You were actually enjoying the concert, weren't you?"
"I'll kill you too, if you don't shut up!"
"Essentially, what happened? Why did the music stop?"
"Iiiiddddiiioooot! Be quiet or Mugino might hear you!"
"SUCH MISFORTUNE!"