Chapter 2: Part 3

Kaede led her group to the middle door on the right and opened it up. She held the door open to allow the rest of her group to enter before her, and once they allow got a good view of the room, they realized that they had hit the jackpot. For Kaede, Ibuki, and Sayaka, it was a place they'd absolutely thrive in. It was an auditorium with fifty rows of theater seats leading up to a large performance stage. The stage had all the possible equipment you could think of. Lights hanging from the rafters, several boxes worth of sound equipment like microphones and speakers backstage along with rolled up wires, A projector and projector screen, a costume closet, a make-up station neatly set up for one to find everything, and all of the instruments a teenager could imagine. The whole look of the auditorium could be compared to a movie theater. Carpeting across the floor with small, thin lights lining the paths for people to find their way through the dark, lights high up across the walls to light up and darken the room, and the chairs had cup holders to leave large sodas in. The chairs could even recline!

Mondo immediately took note of the reclining feature and immediately slouched down in one of them and kicked his feet up. "Man, these seats are pretty damn good," Mondo said with a relaxing moan. "If they had a massage feature, I'd lay here the rest of the day."

Sayaka giggled at the biker and decided to tease him. "Giving up on the investigation already, Mondo?"

"Hey, I'd say this counts," Mondo argued. "I'm testing this out."

"If you say so," Sayaka shrugged. "Just make sure you don't-"

Before Sayaka could even finish whatever remark she'd make to tease the biker, she was immediately hauled off by the back of her shirt collar and practically chucked onto the stage by Ibuki. Sayaka was thankful she's had experience crashing on the wooden floors of stages before, otherwise she might have actually been hurt by this.

"Forget the seats, we got to start planning!" Ibuki cheered as she hopped up four feet onto the stage next to Sayaka. She looked behind her and waved over to Kaede. "Kaede, Kaede! You got to come here too! We all got to plan for our show!"

Kaede raised an eyebrow as she walked up the stairs to the stage. "Our show?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Ibuki cheered. "Don't you two remember? Ibuki said we totally need to play some songs together for everyone!"

Sayaka rose back up to her feet. "So, you want to do a show for everyone? I'd love to perform again, but don't you think it's a bit soon?"

"Doing it soon is what we need to do!" Ibuki proclaimed. "If we perform now, we can cheer everyone up!"

Shinji adjusted his glasses as he listened to Ibuki. "Hmmm, keeping everyone's spirits high is certainly a good idea." 'I honestly didn't expect her to actually consider reality when planning her events.' "Still, we have to investigate this room first."

"Such inspiring words," Korekiyo said with light joy in his voice as he looked at the three girls in awe. "She truly understands the truest aspects of performance art. May I ask what genre of music you all plan on playing?"

"Hmmm," Ibuki poked her fingers against her head as she though. "OH! Ibuki's got it! We'll play them all!"

Both Kaede and Sayaka exchanged baffled and concerned looks to each other before shifting their focus back to Ibuki.

"Um, Ibuki, I don't think either of us have the same range as you for musical genres," Sayaka said.

"Y-yeah," Kaede nervously giggled. "I mean, Sayaka does Pop music, and I play classical piano music."

"Doesn't mean we can't try!" Ibuki cheered. "We always got time to practice!"

Shinji sighed and adjusted his glasses once again. "We seriously going to just forget about the investigation?"

"For Ibuki, I'd say that counts as investigating for her," Mondo said.

Shinji glanced over to the relaxed biker. "And do you count lounging around as investigating too?"

"No, but do you really expect us to find anything important here?" Mondo asked. "Most of the rooms on the last floor didn't have anything."

"You may be right, but there was the projection room Tenko and Sayaka found. And even if we don't find any clues to our captor's identity, we must search these rooms for any possible threat."

With that, Shinji dropped down to his hands and knees, and began to crawl across the floor, snaking his way across every individual row of chairs in the auditorium. Mondo lifted his feet up for Shinji to crawl through his row easier, then lowered them back down when the large man crawled through.

'I guess someone could hide under these chairs, but it would have to be someone small,' Mondo thought to himself. 'Kokichi would probably be the most likely guy to hide then jump out to kill someone, but maybe that Hiyoko chick would too. She was part of those Despair guys Enoshima said.'

With that thought in mind, Mondo leaned forward and removed his feet from the front chair, turning more serious as he continued to think. 'Maybe Shinji and bro do have a point being paranoid. Hell, even Shinji's one of them. I guess none of us know the code words to get them to go batshit again, but they can go crazy on us again.'

Korekiyo approached the biker. "Is something troubling you, Owada?"

'Then there's this asshole,' Mondo thought. "I guess I'm just thinking things over. Maybe a concert would help us out."

"Ah, I'm glad to hear that, Owada," Kiyo said slyly. "I take it you are a fan of punk and rock?"

"Yeah. Some hard rock really makes me feel like busting some shit up," Mondo answered. 'Why's he so nice? Isn't the dude the serial killer?'

"I imagine such feelings are intentional," Kiyo said. "Punk and rock have often been popular amongst counter culturalists. While I myself have am not a fan of the sounds of the genre, I cannot deny the passionate rage these bands convey."

"Y-yeah, I guess that does explain things. Never really called myself a counter…culturalist, but I think that fits."

"Oh, oh!" Ibuki shouted from the stage. "I'll make sure we play some good punk while we're performing!"

Sayaka groaned, "Ibuki, we keep saying, neither of us fit pu-"

Suddenly, Ibuki stomped her foot down on Sayaka's toes. The pop idol was so flummoxed by the sudden attack that she couldn't handle the blinding pain.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, SHIT!" Sayaka shrieked as she leapt back grabbed a hold of her foot. She quickly removed her shoe and sock in the hopes of seeing nothing was broken, which luckily, all of her toes were fine.

"IBUKI, YOU JERK!" Sayaka shouted. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!"

'Damn,' Mondo thought to himself. 'Didn't know Sayaka had a mouth like that.'

Sayaka immediately shifted her gaze to Mondo and shouted. "AND I DON'T HAVE A FOUL MOUTH, MONDO!"

Mondo went pale and gulped down some saliva. 'She sure she isn't psychic?'

Sayaka then turned back to Ibuki. "Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

"See?" Ibuki smiled and pointed at the idol. "You can totally got the vocals for punk! Quick, let's see if Kaede can too!"

Before Ibuki could stomp again, Kaede took a step back and held her hands up. "I-I'm just going to take your word for it and say I can do punk too, ok? Just promise us we can play other genres we're more comfortable with, ok?"

Ibuki smiled and pulled both Sayaka and Kaede into a tight hug. "Of course! Ibuki knows variety is the spice of life! So, let's get to practicing!"

Sayaka groaned as she put her shoe and sock back on. 'I'm starting to miss Tenko's hugs.'

Kaito immediately made his way over to the first door on the left side of the floor and barged inside with his shoulder, flinging the door open. Even before the rest of the group entered, they could from the doorway that it was an art room, or at least related due to the large sketch pads on wooden stands. Stepping inside revealed that there were at least three rows of ten sketch pads and chairs all surrounding a circular platform in the middle, possibly a place for a model to stand and pose. At one corner at the back of the room were three cabinets filled to the brim with various art supplies like pens and pencils of every possible color, rulers, scissors, paint and paintbrushes, miniature wooden models to practice anatomy, and more items people like Kaito, Gundham, Mukuro, or Ryoma wouldn't know. At another corner in the room were stacks of sketch pads piled up evenly next to folded-up wooden stands and tables, all easy to pick up and use.

Despite all of the neatly placed tools, the state of the room was a mess. Paint splatters were left haphazardly across the floor and walls. Whether it was just because of a messy painter or they were intentionally paying homage to Jackson Pollock's splatter style was impossible to say.

'Although, considering Monokuma's other artistic endeavors,' Kaito thought to himself.

Mukuro and Peko pushed past the rest of the group and began to survey the area. Mukuro would creep around the walls, peaking her head around the cabinets and shelves while moving an inch per second. Peko, meanwhile, was moving only marginally fast than the solider, lightly jabbing the tip of her sheathed sword against the stands to inspect them for traps.

Kaito, Ryoma, and even Gundham stood still with a mixture of baffled amusement and cringing embarrassment for the two girls.

"Um, guys I'm sure there aren't any traps here," Kaito said.

"Like we discussed earlier," Mukuro glanced back at the aspiring astronaut, "we can't be too careful, can we?"

"Afterall, can we be certain that there is no danger when Kokichi was here?" Peko added on.

Kaito sighed and shook his head. "Fair point. Well, guys, we might as well keep on our toes while we're here."

"Hmph," Gundham grunted as he crossed his arms. "With my Dark Disciples, I have no need to watch for traps. Nothing will catch me off guard."

"Um, sure," Kaito said before turning his attention to the tennis player. "Ryoma-"

"Don't worry, I'll be careful," Ryoma said as he put a new candy cigarette in his mouth. "It's not like I'm going to touch anything."

"Sure, yeah," Kaito said before turning his attention to the round nerd. "Hifumi…"

Kaito's sentence trailed off before it could even begin when he saw Hifumi had broken off from the group and sat himself down at one of the sketchpads. He pulled out a small bag of pens and pencils and began to sketch out his own drawing.

Kaito slowly stepped behind Hifumi to see what the nerd was drawing and was surprised to see that he had already sketched out a rough yet clear outline of an anime magical girl striking a cute pose.

"What are drawing there?" Kaito asked.

Hifumi picked up the sketch pad stand, his seat, and his backpack and travelled to one of the corners of the room. He sat back down and returned to sketching out his art when he knew there was no space for Kaito to watch him.

"I don't want to talk right now," Hifumi said with a huff.

"Um," Kaito scratched the back of his head, "why not?"

Hifumi growled and glared at Kaito. "I said I don't want to talk! I need to draw something to calm myself down."

Kaito held his hands up and stepped away. "Ok, ok, I'll leave you alone," he said before whispering. "Man, what's his problem?"

"You can't tell?" Ryoma asked as stepped to Kaito's side. "He's still upset about Tsumugi."

"Really?" Kaito looked down at his small friend. "Even after all she did?"

"You can't just expect people to move past loss so quickly. Especially since he'd to have gotten close to her."

Kaito sighed and shook his head. "Well, if drawing something will calm him down, then we got to let him do it. Hey, if it really does calm him down, maybe you should take up art too."

"Are you serious?" Ryoma raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I mean, you should some hobby to fall back on, Ryoma."

Ryoma hummed a bit as he took out his candy cigarette. He eyed up one of the unused sketch pads for a moment before shrugging. "Why not."

Ryoma sat himself down at one of the sketch pads, picked up a pencil, and began to sketch out a drawing. Honestly, he didn't know what he was drawing at first. He simply drew something to get started. A small circle with two lines sticking out of the sides. It wasn't until he formed a triangle from those two lines that he understood what he wanted to draw. The pace of his drawing shot up as the random shapes transformed into a solid image. In just a few minutes, Ryoma drew an image of a cat sitting in a box. It was rough drawing, markings of stray eraser use, some jagged points along the body, and thicker than needed lines were all visible. Yet, despite Ryoma's lack of experience, his drawing was well done, with a nice eye for proportions and angles.

Ryoma leaned back in his chair and wagging his hand. A cramp had been pestering Ryoma during the latter half of his sketch. "Guess I haven't stretched my wrists in a while," he muttered to himself.

Peko had been busy investigating the room for traps that she hadn't paid attention to what the rest of his compatriots were doing. It wasn't until she maneuvered her way back to the circle of sketch pads that she took note of Ryoma, or more importantly, what Ryoma had drawn. When she locked her eyes on the cat in the box drawing, her normally stoic expression shifted to that of an excited child. She dashed over to Ryoma's side and admired his work.

"Y-you drew this, right?" Peko asked in a surprisingly sheepish tone.

"Uh, yeah," Ryoma responded.

"Wow," Peko said as she continued to stare at his art in awe. "It's adorable."

"What?" Ryoma asked.

"I said it's good," Peko said.

Gundham also moved over to Ryoma's side to examine his art. Khan the cat popped his head out of Gundham's scarf and stared at it as well.

"Hmmm," Gundham pondered as he examined. "You seem to have a deep understanding on the anatomy of felines. If you wish to continue to practice to art of capturing real life events, I suggest you solidify which species you wish to study."

"I'm assuming that was supposed to be a compliment," Ryoma said.

Kaito smirked and patted the small boy on the back. "See? Looks like you already got a fan club going, Ryoma."

Hifumi leaned his slight to get a peek at Ryoma's art. "Hmmm," the round boy hummed as he examined Ryoma.

Mahiru was a bit more cautious than her fellow students. Even after Miu's drone had scanned the area (with some help from Gundham's pets), Mahiru couldn't shake off the possibility of traps on the floor. She glanced over at Hiyoko. The small girl had reverted to her usual grumpy self, crossed arms and pouting lips included. Even after watching everyone else enter the other rooms, she was still slow when opening the second door on the left. With a long peak inside the crack of the door, Mahiru eventually built the courage to step inside.

As it turned out, the room that Mahiru was so worried to enter was a simple library. Actually, calling it simple would be a disservice. The library was massive. It easily could've fit ten school buses inside. The isles for books themselves were massive as well. To get to the top shelf would require a rolling ladder that would need to be twenty-five feet tall. The books were organized alphabetically like any other library, but the twelve isles could easily be mistaken as holding millions of books of every possible language and genre. There were six desks for anyone to sit down and read at, but at that moment the book was covered with open books and loose pieces of paper.

Mahiru turned to Hiyoko and was ready to speak to speak with the small girl, but just as she opened her mouth, Tenko wrapped her arms around Hiyoko and lifted her into a tight hug.

"Now, I haven't gotten the chance to say this yet, but you are soooooo cuuuuuute!" Tenko said as she nuzzled her cheek against Hiyoko's.

Hiyoko shook violently and kicked her legs out into the air. "Let me go, you stupid creep!"

"But you're so cute and tiny!" Tenko hugged Hiyoko even tighter. "And you got an attitude! You remind me so much of Himiko!"

"I said let go!" Hiyoko bashed the back of her head against Tenko's nose, causing the aikido master to release her grip on her.

"Hiyoko!" Mahiru snapped at the small girl.

Tenko grabbed a hold of her nose as she groaned in pain. "Man," she said with a nasally tone, "even Himiko didn't hate hugs that much."

Mikan rushed over to Tenko's side and placed her hand on her shoulder and examined her. "A-are you okay, Tenko?"

"I think so," Tenko said as she released her hold on her nose. She saw a few droplets of blood let behind, but nothing too worrying. "Eh. I've been hit harder."

"EEK!" Mikan shrieked. She reached into her apron, pulled out some tissues and placed it against Tenko's nose. "Y-you need to keep this close until the bleeding stops!"

Mikan looked over to Hiyoko. "Wh-why would hurt her like that?"

Hiyoko's eyes immediately went wide. "Are you seriously trying to down to me, Pigbarf?!"

Mikan took a deep breath. "I-I just want y-you to stop b-b-being mean to everyone."

"I don't have to take orders from a murdering bitch like you!" Hiyoko snapped back.

"Wh-why we all fighting?" Gonta asked with a frown across his face.

"Hiyoko, that's enough!" Mahiru grabbed Hiyoko by the wrist and yanked her away from Mikan. "Rantaro, you calm Mikan down. Tenko, you keep that tissue in your nose. Gonta, you start searching. Got it?"

"Gonta search good," Gonta said with a sudden smile and began to survey the library.

Tenko shoved the corner of the tissue up her bloody nose, blocking off the blood stream. "Give me a sec, Gonta," she shouted. "Once I'm better, I'll join you."

Mahiru dragged Hiyoko to a far off corner and gave her a stern look. "What is wrong with you?"

Hiyoko tugged her hand out of the redhead's grasp. "What's wrong with you? You keep siding with that murderer!"

"Hiyoko, we talked about this. What happened before doesn't matter."

"Yes it does!" Hiyoko stomped her foot. "She helped out that idiot Enoshima and now we know she's killed even more people! She was an Ultimate Despair!"

Mahiru knelt down next to her friend and placed her hands on Mahiru's shoulder. "What did Angie tell you?"

Hiyoko crossed her arms. "That Auta punishes the wicked. That the wicked shouldn't be forgiven. And if anyone here's is wicked, it's Pigbarf."

Mahiru frowned and tightened her grip on Hiyoko. "Hiyoko, we were all Ultimate Despair. Are you saying we shouldn't be forgiven either?"

Hiyoko paused. Her eyes darted around the room, hoping to find some escape from the situation. She shook her head and pushed herself away from Mahiru. "A-angie's forgiven me."

"Then forgive Mikan," Mahiru said. "She's a victim of Junko as the rest of us."

"No," Hiyoko said with a shaky voice. She began to hiccup as tears rolled down her face. "I…hic…I…hic, hic…I-I can't forgive her e-ever! And…hic…I can't forgive you either!"

Mahiru's eyes widened. She reached her hand out again, but Hiyoko smacked it away. Before she could properly react, Mahiru watched as Hiyoko ran out of the room with tears her eyes. She failed. It was her one shot to reach through to her friend and she blew it. But she knew she didn't say anything wrong. She was comforting, she was being reasonable, she explained how they had been manipulated by Junko, and yet it was for nothing. But giving up would be a terrible idea.

'I'm sorry, Hiyoko,' Mahiru thought. 'But I'm going to have to get to the heart of the problem now.'

Meanwhile, Rantaro had pulled a seat out for Mikan to sit on. She took deep breaths to regain her composure as Rantaro lightly patted her on the back.

"I-I didn't d-do anything wrong," Mikan whimpered.

"I know, I know," Rantaro said softly.

"I-I tried to stand up to her."

"I know. You did very well, Mikan."

Mikan shook her head. "I-it didn't feel like I did."

"Trust me, you did," Rantaro gently moved her head so she could face him. "Being brave doesn't mean you never feel fear. Bravery is about overcoming fear. Do you understand?"

Mikan nodded her head sheepishly.

Rantaro smiled and patted her on the back one last time. "Good. Why don't we go ahead and start investigating?"

"O-okay," Mikan said before she rose from her seat.

Elsewhere in the library, Tenko and Gonta had been hard at work investigating the library for any possible clues. Of course, that involved painstakingly inspecting every single title of every single book on the hundreds of shelves. Tenko groaned, using the dry side of his tissue to wipe away sweat from her forehead.

"This is such a drag," Tenko said with a whiny tone. She paused, thought about her sentence and smiled. "Huh. That sounds like something Himiko would say."

"T-tenko!" Gonta cheered as he ran towards the aikido master. "Gonta found something!"

Tenko spun around with a light in her eyes. "You found a clue?"

Gonta smiled brightly. "Gonta found good book!" Gonta pulled a book out from behind him. It had a photo of a horned beetle on the cover.

Tenko's excited attitude faded away as she leaned forward to read the title. "The Evolutionary Differences in Horned Beetles? Gonta, we're supposed to find important things."

"But, but bugs are important," Gonta said with a frown. "Beetles are good bugs."

"Okay, they may be important to you, but we need to find something that can help us solve this mystery."

Gonta nodded before looking down at his book. "Can Gonta keep book?"

Tenko sighed. "Yes, you can keep the book."

Gonta smiled and hugged the book close to his chest. Tenko turned around and returned to scanning the book titles for anything important.

'You're lucky you're not as much of degenerate as other guys, Gonta,' Tenko thought. 'Man, I'm starting to realize I'm not as good of an investigator as Kaede or Sayaka. Heck, even Shuichi could've found something by now.'

Tenko pulled on her hair in frustration. 'What if Kokichi found all the clues and hid them first? That sneaky little degenerate! I knew I should've broken his arm in the last game!'

"Tenko, Tenko," Gonta cheered from behind once again. "Gonta found something."

Tenko sighed as she turned around. "Gonta, if this is another book about bugs, I swear I'm going to…"

Tenko trailed off as she finally got a good look at what Gonta had found. It was another book, but it was much more relevant to their situation. The book was titled "Hope's Peak Academy: Raising Above Despair."

Tenko's eyes lit up and she snatched the book out of Gonta's hands. "This is perfect! We can figure out more about Hope's Peak with this! Good job, Gonta!"

Tenko stopped her cheers and looked around the shelf. "Wait…Wait, Gonta, see if you can find a book about the Ultimate Academy!"

"Gonta will!" Gonta nodded and began to search the area.

Tenko began to pace back and forth. "Okay, should I look for a history of the Ultimate Academy or just Ultimate Academy? H or U? H or U?"

Tenko paced back and forth a bit longer before making her choice. "I'm closer to H, so I'll start that."

Tenko turned her attention back to the H section. She ran down the isle, skimming through the books in alphabetical order. HA's, HE's, HI's. Tenko slowed down and eventually came to a stop.

"Okay, okay," she said as she took a deep breath. "History of Algebra, lame. History of Black History Month, little repetitive title. History of Craftbeer, wh-who even cares about that. History of…"

Tenko trailed off mid-sentence once again. The next book had captured her attention. She pulled it off the shelf, not even caring that she had knocked over other books as well. She looked down at the cover and the title aloud. "History of Danganronpa: The Ultimate Academy."

Taka had led his group out of the pool area and returned to the main lobby of the second floor. As he exited the room, he was discussing things with Angie.

"Are you sure that sounds reasonable?" Taka asked the artist. "It sounds quite a bit like manipulation."

"Oh my dear Taka, of course it's not manipulation," Angie said with ever present bright smile. "It's just simple persuasion. It's all about making others understand your point of view more."

"Hmmm," Taka placed his fist to his chin. "I see."

Hiyoko, who had been sulking around in the lobby, lit up when she saw Angie once again. The young girl ran over and wrapped her arms around Angie's waist. "Angie!" Hiyoko cried out.

"Aww, is something troubling you, little one?" Angie asked.

Hiyoko pouted her lips and nodded her head. "Yes."

Leon scratched the back of his head while he watched the sight before him. "You sure she's not a kid?" he whispered to Nekomaru.

Nekomaru leaned down to whisper back. "Best to just go along with it if you want to save a headache."

"I get a headache every time I talk to you," Leon snarked back.

Then stepped out Chiaki's group from the game room. After that, was Kaito's group from the art room. Then, Kaede's group. Finally, Mahiru led her group into the lobby. All of the students huddled together.

"Greetings everyone!" Taka said with bright smile. "I hope you all found something important."

"Ibuki found a stage to rock out on!" Ibuki said with chipper grin.

"Actually, we found something!" Tenko said with her hand raised. "You see, me and Gonta-"

Before Tenko could finish her sentence, the light at the middle of the ceiling slid to the side and down dropped everyone's least favorite monochrome headmaster. He landed on both of his feet and performed a stage bow before his students.

"No need for applause," Monokuma said. "I'm nothing if not a humble bear."

"No one was ever going to clap for you, dipshit," Miu snapped.

"Now, now, now," Monokuma said as he motioned his hands to calm Miu down. "I'm not here to get into any arguments with you guys. I'm actually here for the surprise!"

"Surprise?" Sayaka asked. "What surprise?"

Monokuma rolled his head in annoyance. "Oh come on, kids! You mean to tell me you haven't noticed a giant, empty space where a sixth room should be?"

"So, there is another room there after all," Mukuro said as she crossed her arms.

"Yep, yep, yep!" Monokuma said as he skipped over to the flat wall. "Now, you all may want to stand back." Razor sharp claws popped out of Monokuma's paw. "This may get a bit messy."

Monokuma swiped his claw against the wall, tearing through the wallpaper. Then he swiped again, and again, and again. The students spent a solid minute watching Monokuma cut off large chunks of wallpaper and toss the pieces behind him. Some even hit Gonta, Leon, and Mikan in the face.

"Hey, you did that on purpose!" Leon whined.

After another minute of clawing, Monokuma got rid of the final piece of wallpaper and stepped aside to present the room to his students. It had wooden with a bright red paint job and cartoony, paper-cut-out heart nailed with the name of the room written on it.

"TADA!" Monokuma cheered. "Welcome to Despair Academy's Personal Love Hotel!"

Finally, the first chapter of 2023! Let's hope we all get further into the story this year, guys! Some random updates from the last time I've posted. First, I'M ON TVTROPES! Yes, my story was given an article on TVTropes, not just under fanfic recs, but a whole page under some of the main standout fanfics. Stuff like that really makes all of my ADHD and depressive struggles trying to write this story! That, and all the reviews, the over 58,000 views on fan and 5000 hits on AO3, it just makes it all seem worth it to me. So, thank you all.

As for this chapter, I once again get to play around with the rest of the cast rather than just stick with just Sayaka and Tenko. Granted, those two are still here, but you know what I mean. I loved writing Kaito's group the most. So much less drama going on. Except for Hifumi. But drama helps build character. Getting back to Mahiru and Hiyoko was needed, more bonding between Mikan and Rantaro, and even Tenko getting along (sort of) with Gonta! All sorts of fun there.

Still trying to play with that Sayaka and Mondo dynamic. I guess he's her new target for the "I'm psychic" routine lol. I'm super happy to be doing more with Ibuki. She'll really get to shine in this part of the story, trust me if you dare.

Anyways, thank you all for your support. Keeping reading, keep reviewing and commenting, spreading the word, whatever. I'll see you soon!