Chapter 63: The Next Step, The Fifth Style

Taking a slow walk after a long day of working. Sayori makes her way Michael's house.

Sayori: (Ah man, I'm so tired after making from all that work. My brain is so fried. I could really go for a nice long nap.) Letting out a small sigh. (I wonder if MC is doing fine? Before I left for school, he looked so sad and out of energy. I need to pick up my paste and see if he's doing ok?)

After thinking about her childhood friend, an image came to mind. She tried to ignore the negative thought, but the more she tried to ignore it the more she started to worry. Images of Michael began to flash before her eyes as she could see him doing something that he could never take back. Severely worried about her old friend she started running the rest of the way to his place.

"I got to get home quickly before it's too late! Hang on MC, I'm coming!" Quickly making her way home, ignoring everything in her path. She finally made it to her destination. Taking the spare key and rushing in, she looked around the first floor to see if he was just sitting or napping on the couch, but couldn't see him anywhere.

"He's not here, maybe he's in his room?" Running upstairs, standing in front of his door. She slowly grabbed the door handle. (Wait, I should knock first. Yeah that's right, maybe he's napping? I doubt he could do anything horrible like leaving me and the others? I'm just letting my imaginations run wild, yeah that's right?) She smiles to herself relieved at that possibility, only to drop that smile as an image of Michael hanging himself popped in her head.

"MC, open the door!" Ignoring what she said she opened the door herself only to find him writing on his desk with a pair of headphones on. (Oh good. I thought we lost him?) She takes a sigh of relief. (I don't know what the others would think if he took his own life?) She walks up to him and taps on his shoulder.

Michael: "Hm? Sayori?" Taking his headphones off. "What's wrong? You look worried?"

Sayori: "Heh, it's nothing." She looks around his room and saw his trash can was full of crumpled pieces of paper. "Have you been cooped up in here all day? Your room looks messy and you say my room is messy?"

Michael: "First, I've been injured, so I can't really clean my room. Second, it's true what I said. Your room is worse than a junk yard."

Sayori: "Ga!" A sharp arrow pieced her chest. "How mean."

Michael: "So what brings you home? Did club activates end already?"

Sayori: "Yeah, we managed to finish all our tasks. Tomorrow there won't be a club meeting, but the three of them are going to Natsuki's place to work on the cupcakes."

Michael: "I see." (Tomorrow's the last day. I don't have much time.)

Sayori: "Um, what were you doing?" She looks over him and sees a piece of paper with a bunch of eraser marks.

Michael: "It's nothing, don't worry about it." Crumpling the paper before throwing it in the already full trash can.

Sayori: "Will you ever stop telling me not to worry?"

Michael: "…"

Sayori: "What have you been up too?"

Michael: "…"

Sayori: "Michael Conner." She says upsettably, but he cracks a smile. "What are you happy about?"

Michael: "It's been so long since you called me by my full name. I can't remember the last time I made you so mad at me. Talk about nostalgic."

Sayori: "Is that right? Well I guess I can get really upset if you push me far enough." She starts smiling herself.

Michael: "Well if want to know, I'm working on a new poem."

Sayori: "A new poem? What about the old one we were working on?"

Michael: "It's not good enough. I can't present that on stage."

Sayori: "But why?"

Michael: "Because it's not good enough for me. I want to … I want to try better." She looks at him confused. "I want to show them, to show you how much I've grown. That poem, it isn't enough. I need to try harder."

Sayori: " Do you still feel guilty?"

Michael: "I do, that's why I have to do this. I have to show them how much I care for them. This is my opportunity to improve. To take the next step forward."

Sayori: "…" She turns her worried look into a warm smile. "Ok, I got it. Just tell me what I got to do to help?"

Michael: "Thank you, but you've done enough for me. Now it's my time to do things by myself."

Sayori: "What do you mean?" He stands up off his chair. "W-what?" She notices him standing straight up without the use of his crutches. "Your foot, your foot is …"

Michael: "You don't have to take care of me anymore. Whatever you want to do now, you can do it. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."

Sayori: "You're wrong MC."

Michael: "What, why?"

Sayori: "No matter what, I'll always look after you. We're like siblings. We got to lookout for each other. We take way better care of each other than we do ourselves."

Michael: "Heh, guess that came back to bite me, but you're right about that."

Sayori: "But if that's what you want, then I guess I'll head home, so you can get to work on your new poem."

Michael: "Thanks"

Sayori: "Just be sure to call me if you need something. I'll run as fast as I can to help."

Michael: "I'll keep that in mind. For now let's have dinner first. After that we're go our separate ways."

Sayori: "Great cause I'm hungry, like I could eat an entire horse."

Michael: "Of course you would. Want pizza?"

Sayori: "Do I ever!"

Michael: "Ok then, just let me place the order."

Sayori: "Yay, pizza!"

Later on that same night. Sleeping on his desk with a piece of paper as his pillow and a pen as his plush. He continues to sleep soundly after spending hours working on his new poem.

Michael: "Mmm, Monika, Yuri." He says in his sleep as he turns his head to the other side. Unaware that someone entered his room.

Mom: "You could at least keep yourself warm?" She covers her son with a blanket and softly pats his head. When she moved a piece of his hair away from his sleeping face. For a brief moment she saw the image of her Ex-Boyfriend on her son. Her hand shaked a bit, but she continued patting her son's head. (Some scars can't heal, but they can be made livable.)

Early morning, January 28th. The last day before the New Year's School Festival.

Sayori: "So you're not going to school again?"

Michael: "Pretty much. I'm just glad the school bought that I'm sick and won't be able to attend class until tomorrow." The two talk over the phone.

Sayori: "Talk about lucky. You sure have some good luck?"

Michael: "Really? I always thought I had bad luck?"

Sayori: "Well I better head off to school? I'll call you again during lunch."

Michael: "Right, I hope you have a fun day today?"

Sayori: "I will, talk to again soon. Bye!"

Michael: "Later" Both hung up. *Sigh* "Man this is going to be tough? I only have one day to finish this and if I don't finish in time …" He starts thinking about Yuri and Monika. "Come on man. Stop thinking about the clouds over your head and get to work. Right, let's get started again."

Later that very same day during lunch. Alone in her secret room as the students have lunch with friends all around school except for the floor the secret room is at. Monika practices playing the piano again. While she plays, she started remembering her childhood.

*Flash Back*

The sounds of violin missing it's notes.

Monika's Mother: "One more time." She says strictly. "Play it one more time and do it correctly."

Young Monika: "Y-yes mother." She plays the song one more time, but messes up on one note near the end.

Monika's Mother: "Seriously? You almost done it perfectly like I asked and you couldn't even finish it without making a mistake?"

Young Monika: "S-sorry mother, I can try it …"

Monika's Mother: "I'm done."

Young Monika: "What?"

Monika's Mother: "I'm done for the day. Just get out of my sight."

Young Monika: "N-no I can do it."

Monika's Mother: "We're done for the day! Get out of my sight and stop wasting my time!"

Young Monika: "… Okay." She sadly as she leaves the room with tears building up in her eyes. Walking down the hallways. *Sniff* "I tried my best, but she still yelled at me." *Sniff* "Hm?" She hears beautiful music playing down the halls. "Is that a piano?" She follows the gentle music and came across the room it was coming from.

Slowly opening the door, the music got louder, but still kept that gentle sound. When she entered she saw who was playing that beautiful sound. "D-daddy?" She saw her father playing the piano. "Wow" She watches in amazement at how beautiful and soft the music was. Getting closer, her father notices his daughter walking towards him with her shinny emerald eyes. When she reached him, he stopped.

Monika's Father: "Monika, what brings you here? Didn't you have practice with your mother today?"

Young Monika: "I did, but mommy is angry at me for messing up."

Monika's Father: "I see." He scratches his chin.

Young Monika: "Can you play again?"

Monika's Father: "Did you enjoy it that much?"

Young Monika: "Yeah!" She says excitingly.

Monika's Father: "Do you perhaps like to learn how to play? If you learn you can play as much as you like."

Young Monika: "Okay!" Her father smiles when she saw how happy his daughter was. She got up on the seat and began learning how to play. Later on she spoke up. "Daddy, how did you learn to play?"

Monika's Father: "I was self-taught."

Young Monika: "Self-taught?"

Monika's Father: "Your mother had an instructor. She was taught how to play the violin, but for me. I taught myself how to play. I didn't have anyone to teach me, so as you could guess I had some failed attempts, but I got better at it."

Young Monika: "Wow, so you went from bad to good?"

Monika's Father: "Yeah pretty much."

Young Monika: "Wow"

*Flash Back Ends*

Still practicing, she almost played it perfectly, but missed a note near the end again.

Monika: "Damnit, so close, but I still did better than before."

Zackary: "Still spending time with the piano despite the Festival being just around the corner. You must be that confident about your club?"

Monika: "As Club President it is my duty that I have confidence in my club members."

Zackary: "True enough."

Monika: "What do you need Zack?"

Zackary: "Nothing much really?"

Monika: "When does your plane leave?"

Zackary: "Five in the morning."

Monika: "I see."

Zackary: "Tomorrows my last day here before I move."

Monika: "I know."

Zackary: "Come on Monika. You could at least give me a smile before I go?"

Monika: "I know, I know. It's just … It's just difficult to say goodbye."

Zackary: "That's why it's important to give that person one last smile. It's going to be the last thing they see before leaving."

Monika: "Yeah, you're right. What do you plan on doing tomorrow?"

Zackary: "Just planning to see what the clubs are hosting along with Todd."

Monika: "Sounds fun?"

Zackary: "But I am looking forward to seeing how your Literature Club performs?"

Monika: "You're going see us perform?"

Zackary: "Sure am. Last time I didn't get the chance to see you perform since … you know the whole Soccer Team incident?"

Monika: "Yeah I heard about that."

Zackary: "Well anyways, I hope to see how well your club does tomorrow."

Monika: "I'll be sure to save you and Todd a seat."

Zackary: "Much appreciative. I'll see you tomorrow. We're not having a Council meeting today unless you count our pizza party?"

Monika: "I'll count it, but unfortunately won't be able to attend. I'm going to have to leave early after school's over."

Zackary: "No problem. Do what you got to do. I'll see you later." He leaves the room.

Monika: "Yeah, see you later." She gives him a forced smile. (I can't get depressed right now. I still have work to do. He'll be seeing us perform. I got to show him how great our club is. I'm going to knock his socks off as a farewell gift. I have to. I just hope Michael shows up tomorrow.)

Meanwhile at home.

Michael: "Damnit, still not good enough!" He throws away another failed attempt.

Later on after school has ended and everyone went straight home.

Sayori: (Wonder how MC is doing? When I called him during lunch he sounded real tired. Maybe I should visit him? No I shouldn't. He asked to be alone to focus. I shouldn't bother him, well actually I could leave him a nice meal to help him refuel. Yeah think I'll do that. That way I won't be a bother and still support him. Sayori you're a genius.) She gives herself a big smile.

Meanwhile at Natsuki's place. Dropping off her belongings and putting on more comfortable clothing. She heads to the kitchen.

Natsuki's Dad: "I got everything you asked for."

Natsuki: "Cool, thanks."

Natsuki's Dad: "Alright I'll be heading back to work. Do you want anything for dinner? Are your friends going to want anything?"

Natsuki: "I never thought ahead, so I don't know, but I'll let you know as soon as I can."

Natsuki's Dad: "Alright, call me if anything happens. See you later."

Natsuki: "Later, oh and don't forget this." She tosses him a small bag full of cookies.

Natsuki's Dad: "Thanks" He leaves for work.

Natsuki: *Sigh* "Dads" She looks to her phone for the time. (Yuri and Monika should be here in an hour. Wonder what I should do until then?) She looks around her home. "Guess I'll just practice on my performance?" An hour had passed and the doorbell soon rang. "Oh they're here. Ok, show time." She heads to the front door and answers it. "Hello?"

Yuri: "G-greetings Natsuki."

Natsuki: "Sup, so you're the first one to arrive?" She looks around her and saw no one else.

Yuri: "Indeed"

Natsuki: "Well since you're here I guess we can start baking instead of wasting time waiting for Monika to show up."

Yuri: "O-okay" She enters Natsuki's house and looks around the place.

Natsuki: "Something up?"

Yuri: "Ah no, it's just … it's a bit nostalgic."

Natsuki: "How so?"

Yuri: "I can't remember the last time I visited your home."

Natsuki: "… Yeah I guess you're right about that. Anyways come on. The kitchens this way. I hope you're ready for a hard day of work cause baking ain't easy."

Yuri: "Y-yes let us begin." Later. "Oh dear this is quite difficult."

Natsuki: "Come on, put your back into it! We still got a bunch to mix."

Yuri: "Okay" The doorbell rings again.

Natsuki: "Must be her? I'll go see who it is. You keep mixing."

Yuri: "Right" Natsuki leaves the kitchen to answer the door.

Natsuki: "Yeah?"

Monika: "Hey sorry for being late."

Natsuki: "Like always?"

Monika: "Gonna ignore that comment. Is Yuri already here?"

Natsuki: "Yeah, she's in the kitchen working."

Monika: "Already getting ahead start?" She enters Natsuki's house.

Natsuki: "Well yeah, we got a lot to do with in half a day."

Monika: "Right, well what do you want me to do to help?"

Natsuki: "You can help Yuri get mixing."

Monika: "Okay then."

Natsuki: "But before that. Let me give you a heads up. Baking ain't easy. I'm not going to show you mercy. I didn't give Michael any slack, so I'm not giving you and Yuri any either. Got it."

Monika: "Seems reasonable. Where do I start?" Natsuki grins. Later. Breathing heavily. "Oh God, from now on, I'm gonna start, appreciating, Natsuki more." She says in between breathes.

Natsuki: "Come on you two. We got a shit ton to make, so stop slacking!"

Yuri & Monika: "Yes mam!"

Natsuki: "Hey Yuri, pull up your sleeves unless you want them to get stained?"

Yuri: "N-no I'm quite alright. It's been quite chilly. I would prefer to keep them down."

Natsuki: "Fine whatever, just keep working."

Yuri: "Yes mam."

The last day to prepare for the Festival. The last day to make things right, to make things better. With Yuri, Natsuki, and Monika working hard together baking the cupcakes for the guest to appear. Sayori practicing her performance as she hopes to do better than last time and Michael working hard to make his new poem, but still struggling to make it perfect as he throws yet another piece of paper into his already filled up trash can.

What frustrated him the most however was that he was now deprived of paper, ink, and pencils to use. He looked towards his trash can and saw how much of each he already used up. Angered and depressed that he would now have to waste time going to the store to get more materials. Stress build up even further when he saw what time it was. The sun already setting as the night arrives. His stomach growled in hunger.

Michael: (Ah man, I'm so hungry. I barley ate anything all day. Better head out and get more paper. While I'm at it, I might as well get something to eat?) He grabs onto his door knob and opens it. "What the?" To his surprise he saw a tray of fast food and materials he was going out to get. "When was this here?" He lifts up the bag and pulls out a warm hamburger. "Still warm?" He sees a note on the bag and read the message.

"Work hard and do your best MC." The note ends with a smiley face.

"Thanks Sayori." He smiles to himself and brings the tray into his room. While he eats and works, just down the street taking a break from practicing her performance. Sayori writes in her diary about this past week.

Sayori: (Tee hee, I hope he ate his dinner. Can't work on an empty stomach. Good luck MC and keep trying.) She continues writing in her diary. After another hour had passed.

Michael: "Damnit! Still not good enough!" Throws away another piece of paper. "I can't do it. I can't do it after all. Who am I kidding? I can't write a good poem. Every poem I wrote was crap compared to theirs. Did I fail? What do I do now?" He gets off his seat and lays on his bed face first.

(How could I ever face any of them? How can I show my face again after I was gone all week? After I did nothing when they confessed to me. All talk no action. I was all motivated and it just blew in my face. At this rate I won't be able to finish. Maybe I should just give up and use the poem I was originally going to use. Seems like the easy route.) He turns his body so his back was on the bed, seeing the ceiling.

Mom: "You are my pride and joy."

Monika: "None of you knows anything about Michael."

Natsuki: "After seeing you being so open all of a sudden, I thought that maybe I too can be that way."

Yuri: "He deserves better."

Sayori: "When he puts his mind to it. MC gives it his all."

Getting off his bed, he then sits on his chair once again.

[Demons by Fight Like Sin]

Michael: "I … I can do it. I have to." He starts writing again. (What would Yuri or Monika do? They're both good writers, but both their styles doesn't suit me. Sayori's is more comedy or tragic so that's out. Natsuki is more cutesy, so that won't help me at all. Come on think, think! Think of a style that only I can do? I have to show them how much I've grown. Come on think harder. Come on, I've seen them perform, I've seen how much effort they put in.) "There has to be a way that I can too?"

?: "Do you think you can do anything?"

Michael: *Gasp* Looking behind himself seeing no one around.

?: "Do you honestly believe you can help anyone?"

Michael: (Am I hearing things? Have I gone mad?)

?: "You're not hearing things. You're just hearing the thoughts that's been lingering in the back of your head." Getting off his seat, he looks around his room.

Michael: "W-who are you?"

?: "Look at yourself."

Michael: "Myself?"

?: "Look at your own reflection and tell me straight up. Can you really do this? Can you really solve anyone's problems when you can't even solve you own?"

Michael looks around his room to see where the voice is coming from. When he looked out the window to see if maybe someone was out there speaking to him, he saw no one. That is until he saw his refection in his mirror.

Michael: "!" Shocked at what he was seeing. He didn't see his current reflection, but a reflection of who he once was. The reflection of the boy he hated.

Old Michael: "Just give up. You never changed for the better. Even when you thought you did, look what happened. You got back together with her again, you kept your distance from the girls and you think you can just change again? Sara was right. No matter how much you changed, you'll just wind up with her again."

Michael: "I …"

Old Michael: "Everyone hates you. Monika and Yuri hate you. Don't believe me just ask them. I'm sure what Monika meant at the beach was the truth. She hates you and never wants to see you again. You can't escape your reputation. It's like a scar, it will never leave you. Stop acting like you're all high and mighty. You never changed to begin with. You'll always be an outcast."

Both Michaels stand in front of each other. The old self telling him the harsh reality. The lingering thoughts that remained in his heart. His doubts in himself. "Look what dad has done to us. The scars he left behind us. The pain from those who hate us." He reveals his dead gold eyes. The very same eyes Michael hid behind his hair. The eyes of despair.

What his old self said to him. Is he right about all this? Has he never changed? Was it all a lie? Was he only lying to himself to avoid the pain? Was everything he did for nothing? He may convince himself and to others that he's changed, that he's moved on, but in truth … He could never run away from the trauma. The trauma that still haunts him.

However, knowing the truth about himself. He now knows better as he faces his past self. The demons that lurks within himself.

Michael: "I am a changed man."

Old Michael: "What?"

[Song Ends]

Michael: "Even if what you say is true, even after all the pain I went through. It's never enough to hold me down. I can't change my past, I can't wish to go back and fix it. I won't lie that a part of me wants to change my past, but that doesn't matter to me anymore. What matters is what I do now and what I have plan for my future. My infinite possible futures.

What I do with my life is all up to me. I may share his blood, I may look like him, but I am nothing like my dad. I am not the beast Sara claims me to be. I am me and I am burden no longer. What's the point in living if I'm always doubting myself? I won't deny that I still have doubts in myself, but I … I can always keep moving forward. When I'm knocked down I'll always get back up, because I am me.

Michael Connor."

[Where Did The Angles Go by Papa Roach]

"It may be true that I can't forget my past and it may haunt me for the rest of my life, but it could never chain me down. Even when the world hates me, so long as I have one who cares for me …" Images of all his friends who have supported him along with his mom. "… I'll always have something worth living for and that's all I ever need."

Old Michael: "…"

Michael: "So the hell what others think of me. They can say all they want about me, but they could never hold me back. Don't expect me to just stand around crying. Tears won't stop, but I'll just keep moving forward. That is who I am. My true self. This is goodbye. We'll not meet again. Former shell of mine." Just as he said that, his old reflection of his past disappeared. Now all he could see is his current self.

"Inspiration comes in many different ways."

(I now know what I have to do. This whole time I've been doing things the wrong way.) He takes his seat again and grabs his pen and paper. (This whole time I've been trying to think on what to write when in reality I should've done things my own way. I'm not like the girls. The way they write, the way they handle things. It was never for me when I tried to copy their styles, but now … I know what to do.) He writes intensely without a second thought. No stops, no hesitations, he just kept on writing.

(I won't think about it too hardly anymore. I won't think about it. I'll let my emotions do the talking. A poem that'll inspire them, a poem that will motivate them, a poem that will let them know that there is Hope. A poem that will lead them through the darkness, a poem that erases fear, a poem that comes from my heart. A poem that is my own style. Please let this be the one to make things right. To let them be free from their Despair.)

For a brief second he hesitated when he heard his former self's voice echo in his head. Feeling the doubts within himself, he composed himself and kept on writing, ignoring those voices. Writing vigorously on his paper, he felt his doubts fading away. His guilt, fear, regrets, and despair, they all faded away from his heart and soon … a new style was born.

"Did I … do it?" He looks at his newly created poem. "I … I did it. I can't believe it? Heh … heh … Yes, I did it!" He shouts in excitement, holding up his new poem with the brightest smile you could ever see. "I manage to do it. Please let this be the one to make things right. Let this reach their hearts." He takes breather. "I need to go wash my face. I'm all sweaty."

[Song Ends]

Heading to his bathroom he washed away all his worry's with cool soothing water and drying himself before looking at his reflection. Pulling on his hair as his bangs cover his right eye and looking at his pony tail.

(To think that after all these years, my hair would be this long? The reason I let my hair grow out was to cover my eyes as they are the same as my dad's. Back then I used to think that if I covered my eyes, no would compare me to my dad, but even then they would still look down on me. Back then I used to think if I was to join in some activities I could show people that me and him are different. That was when I took part in the dancing club. Where I met Jason, Sara, and Evan.

I hoped to prove myself, to prove to everyone that despite me sharing my dad's blood we are different. In the end it was in vain. My family reputation would spread and my dance mates would immediately turn their backs on me. When they see me, they would get disgusted at the mere sight of me. Because of that, I resigned the club and hadn't looked back since. When I dropped out that was when Sara also left. I was left alone, left to fend for myself.

Always getting into fights, always getting hurt. Eventually I just got too used to it. The broken bones of my enemies, the shouting they did, the names they called me. The sins of my father are my own now. Sins that people held me responsible for. Every day I asked myself. What am I fighting for, why live through this hell hole? That was when I desired death, but even so I was a coward.)

[Leader of the Broken Hearts by Papa Roach]

(Even after all the sacrifices I made. Leaving Sayori behind so she could have a better life. I never wanted to be a burden to her as she was a frail young girl. I didn't want to put her through all this, so I cut all ties with her. I thought Sara was the one to love me. How wrong I was. Even still I came back to her. Abuse was all I knew. I always hated my dad and in turn I always hated myself.

I hated myself for not doing a thing to stop him. If I did then no one would have been hurt. I could have stopped him from beating my mom, I could have stopped him from beating me, I could have stopped him from doing anything. I could have called the police, but I never did and because of that. I grew to hate myself.

Even when he's gone. My hate still grew. I couldn't move on or forget the past. I was scared to take my own life. The life I grew to hate, so I decided to leave it all to chance. Drinking to take away the pain, to numb me before taking my own life. Spinning the barrel and pulling the trigger, hoping to end my suffering, but it never came.

Perhaps life just wanted me to suffer? That is until I pulled the trigger again. When Sayori planned to hang herself and I placed the gun on my head. I honestly thought that life would take her away from me, knowing my luck the bullet wouldn't be in the chamber. That was until I pointed the gun on my foot. That was when the bullet that I desperately wanted to end my life finally came, but not in my head rather in my foot.

I was surprised when it came out, but it soon came to me. It was then I finally came to the realization. Despite me drowning in the darkness of my Despair. I was pulled directly out of it. I was given Hope a second chance to move on and now it's my turn to give that Hope back.)

While he prepares to make his next move. On the others side of town.

Monika: "We managed to finish."

Yuri: "Good, I'm glad we manage to do it."

Natsuki: "Not bad you two. Now we got plenty for tomorrow."

Monika: "Indeed and thanks for dinner."

Natsuki: "No problem."

Monika: "Well I'll see you girls tomorrow. Rest easy you two."

Natsuki: "Same to you, later."

Yuri: "Good night everyone." She bows before walking in one direction and Monika walking in the other direction.

Natsuki: "Take it easy you two!" She says before closing the door.

Monika: (So this is it. The day is finally here.) She thinks about everything that has happened.

Yuri: (Tomorrows the big event. I hope I manage to do it correctly. I don't want to make the club look bad in front of everyone again.)

As they walk home. Still in his bathroom as he pulls out a pair of scissors from his drawer. He closes his eyes before look at his reflection again.

Michael: "It's time for me to take the next step forward." After an hour had passed. He spoked to himself once again as he looks at his new reflection.

"I'm all set for the Festival and my next step to my future. Just wait everyone. You're about to see how much I've grown."

[Song Ends]

End of Chapter 63