Yo, its me.
The Mangekyou I have was transferred to my brother, leaving me with only a 3 tomoe sharingan.
I expect and hope this would go away in a couple of days so yeah, we are back and running for the days forward and I hope no unexpected shit happens till mid August, cuz that's when our update will significantly dampen to the point of 3 chapters a week—heck not updating at all in the week.
So, see ya.
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"Are you... okay?"
Upon meeting again, Origami Tobiichi's mother didn't ask about her identity.
Nor did she ask why Origami had come.
Instead, her attention went straight to Origami's slightly reddened eyes and trembling body.
It was a reflexive concern.
That simple concern almost made Origami cry again.
But this time, she held back.
Having her mother standing there alive and well was already an incredible blessing. If she cried now, it would only make her mother worry.
Seeing that Origami wasn't replying, her mother simply pulled her into the apartment.
"Anyway, come in and sit. I'll get you a glass of hot water. Just take a moment to rest."
Just like that, Origami was brought back into a home that was both familiar and vague in her memory.
Even when she sat down on the couch, the whole thing still felt surreal.
Her mother went into the kitchen to get a cup of hot water.
Meanwhile, Origami's father emerged from his study, having heard the noise.
When he saw Origami, he froze for a moment.
Origami picked up the cup and, to the shock of both parents, downed the hot water in one go.
"Wait, that's hot water—what are you doing, child?!"
Her mother rushed over, but it was already too late.
Thankfully, upon checking, she realized Origami wasn't hurt. Even so, she remained somewhat shaken. After seeing her parents, Origami planned to run off again.
Just like before.
But just as she was about to leave, a small figure ran out from one of the rooms.
It was an adorable little girl.
A younger version of Origami.
The two Origamis locked eyes.
The younger one blinked for a moment—then gave a sweet smile.
She didn't know who this big sister was, but she felt a strange sense of familiarity.
The older Origami felt a sudden urge.
She beckoned the younger version over.
Little Origami ran up, stopping beside her.
"Big sister!"
The moment she heard that sweet voice, the older Origami felt her heart melt.
She had just been charmed by her younger self.
Then, she took out her phone.
She pulled up a photo of Haruto and handed it to the little Origami.
Leaning in close, she whispered into her ear:
"This is your Prince Charming."
Little Origami's eyes lit up.
Her innocent heart was instantly taken in by the handsome image of Haruto.
What little girl doesn't dream of a cool, handsome prince?
Fate, destiny, charm, maturity—these were all irresistible to a young girl. And thus, older Origami began her "self-strategy."
Origami's parents stood there, stunned.
They couldn't hear what the two girls were saying.
But... the scene was just bizarre.
If it had been any other stranger, they would've rushed in and scooped their daughter up immediately. But for some inexplicable reason, they both felt an odd sense of familiarity and trust toward this strange girl.
After a short while—
Origami's mother said:
"I'll go make dinner. Sweetheart, why don't you stay and eat with us? We've got plenty of ingredients."
And with that, she disappeared into the kitchen.
Origami's father picked up a newspaper and sat at the dining table, still bewildered.
As for older Origami?
She got her hands on paper and pen and began creating an entire fairy tale for her younger self—centered around her and Haruto.
A story of a hero rescuing a maiden.
In the depths of despair, he arrived, bringing hope and light.
The classic setup.
Little Origami was completely enchanted, already itching to meet Haruto. Even more absurdly, Origami didn't stop at writing stories—she drew illustrations too.
And even transferred several of Haruto's photos to her younger self.
After a full session of self-strategy and light brainwashing...
Origami left behind a thick pile of stories, illustrations, and photos. Lastly, she gave her younger self a specific time and location.
She said: "If you go to this place at this time, you'll meet your Prince Charming."
The innocent little Origami was already wishing that day would come tomorrow.
After carefully leaving behind multiple time-stamped messages and coordinates...
Origami took off.
Leaving behind one excited little girl...
And two completely baffled parents.
The time and place she'd left behind?
It was none other than the exact moment she, as a "Spirit," had traveled from a parallel world into the main timeline.
Even if the world's convergence force altered some things—certain fixed events usually wouldn't change.
Origami had just planted a seed.
And she was sure—this seed of love would definitely grow and thrive in the future. After all, once you've seen Haruto and heard Origami's semi-fictional love story—even the most rational girl would turn into a hopeless romantic.
This was way more powerful than some scarf plotline.
When Origami dashed back out—Haruto looked at her bewilderedly, clearly unsure what had just happened.
But Origami, unusually, said nothing.
Haruto didn't press further.
Before returning to their proper timeline—there was one more thing to take care of.
After a brief moment of sensing...
They arrived at the entrance to a secret SCP Foundation site.
There, a woman was about to take the Foundation's tests to become a researcher. But just as she was about to enter the facility—
Haruto suddenly pulled her aside.
"Excuse me, are you Murasame Reine?"
Haruto looked at the woman and asked.
She had silver hair and striking blue eyes.
Her long hair was tied into a side ponytail, giving her a strangely cute air that didn't quite match her age.
She gave off the vibe of an airheaded but mature woman.
Under her eyes were deep, dark circles—almost panda-like.
Upon hearing Haruto's question, Murasame Reine nodded.
Looking a bit dazed.
Once she nodded—
Haruto said directly:
"Please come with me."
And Reine, without hesitation, nodded again.
"Okay."
Their brief conversation left Origami and Kurumi confused.
Origami recognized Murasame Reine.
She and Haruto had previously witnessed this woman's confrontation with the GOC. But she couldn't understand why Haruto was bringing her along.
And why Reine had agreed so readily.
'Wait... could it be that Haruto likes airheaded onee-sans?'
That idea flashed through Origami's mind.
She did have the airheaded trait—just needed to grow into the mature part.
There was hope yet!
Kurumi, on the other hand, scrutinized Reine suspiciously.
Haruto flicked her on the forehead.
"Alright, time to head back."
With that, he activated the power of "The World" and led them through a time leap.
Kurumi rubbed her forehead, pretending to whine.
But in truth, she was deeply focused on the surrounding time fluctuations.
Haruto let out a breath.
Good.
The reason he wanted to take Reine—was because... she was actually Mio Takamiya.
More precisely, Reine was a fragment of Mio's consciousness. A part she had separated from herself long ago.
Reine had all of Mio's memories—but was not a Spirit.
As a naturally powerful Spirit, it was difficult for Mio to understand human emotions.
But Reine was human.
Haruto wanted to protect her.
Though the Spirit Mio had done some unforgivable things...
Those were misunderstandings rooted in the Spirit's perception—not true evil. In short, the human Mio—Murasame Reine—was someone more human than most.
And she was someone worth saving.
The time jump ended.
They returned to the main timeline.
Origami rushed off to see her parents.
Kurumi, meanwhile, was conflicted.
She wanted to visit her old best friend too.
But...
She gave up on the thought.
It had been thirty years.
Her friend would be nearing fifty now.
While she remained frozen at the age she became the Spirit of Time.