When Supernatural Battles Became Commonplace: Volume 13 E-Book

Kota Nozomi

• Herausgeber: J-Novel Club
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

At last, a long-fated reunion: Guiltia Sin Jurai and Kiryuu Heldkaiser Luci-First are face-to-face once more, and their meeting spells both the end of the Fifth Spirit War and the inevitable collision of their respective commonplace and supernatural tales!

Or at least...that was the plan. Stories, however, rarely develop in exactly the directions their authors intend them to, and Sagami isn’t the only character in Kiryuu’s tale who’s decided to jump the rails and take their role in a whole new direction. As plot threads, character arcs, and last second twists collide, it’s anyone’s guess who might have what it takes to thwart Kiryuu’s nefarious master plan for Andou and the literary club—or, for that matter, to figure out what his master plan even is.

The time has come. The die is cast. The beginning of the end of the beginning...has begun.

Leseprobe

Prologue

“All’s well that ends well” is a phrase that seems to come up all the time, isn’t it? It comes up so often, in fact, that I’d hesitate to call it a saying or an aphorism, and I’d certainly never think to look up its origins. It’s a common phrase—a conventional one. A phrase that spreads from person to person as naturally as could be...which you might say attests to the fact that it expresses a broad and general truth.

All’s well that ends well. It sounds like a positive sentiment, at first blush—like it’s saying that no matter what trials and tribulations you may go through, they’ll all be water under the bridge when everything’s over. It’s very easy to read another implication into that interpretation, however: that when all’s said and done, the results are all that matter. It implies that no matter what incredible things may have happened over the course of the process, if the ending doesn’t satisfy—if the results don’t live up to expectations—then everything that came before is rendered meaningless.

We only get to be judged by how hard we work—by the effort that we put in over the course of an endeavor—until we graduate from school. After that point, we’re thrust into society at large, where results are everything. Yes, I’m still actively living out my student years even as I say these words, and yes, it’s a little embarrassing to monologue about what it’s like out in society considering that...but I think this is something that even students like me can understand. Nobody’s naively optimistic enough not to catch on to these things eventually.

People—especially celebrities and fictional characters—love talking about how hard work is always rewarded, but from another perspective, wouldn’t that mean that hard work that isn’t rewarded can’t be counted as hard work at all? It’s a concept that hints that those who never produce results have no right to be proud of the effort that they put in. Kinda puts the harsh reality of society on display, doesn’t it?

In the end, everything is defined by results. It’s only by achieving clear success—by reaching an ending—that the process of putting in hard work is recognized as hard work.

All’s well that ends well. Results are everything.

But there’s one thing...just one complaint that I’d like to raise about that idea. Indeed, I hold a single objection to this particular truth of the world—namely, I believe there’s an exception to the otherwise universal rule that is “all’s well that ends well.”

That exception’s identity: fiction.

When it comes to manga, anime, novels, light novels, and on and on—to fiction of all shapes and sizes—I believe that results are not, in fact, everything. I believe that a story’s result—in other words, a story’s ending—doesn’t define that story in its entirety.

This is really hard to put into words, but there are a lot of stories out there with endings that, well...suck. I mean, maybe saying that they suck is taking it a step too far, but there are certainly no small number of stories that make you cock your head and say “Wait, what? That’s it?” when you read their final chapters.

There are absolutely stories out there that found popularity, made the jump into multimedia franchises, became beloved by fans far and wide, carried on for years on end, laid out all sorts of grand mysteries and layers of foreshadowing...then threw it all away at the absolute last second by ending in such a perfunctory way that not even the most diehard fans could defend it in good faith. Death game series are particularly prone to that, as most of their endings— Actually, scratch that. I probably shouldn’t get too specific about this, on second thought.

Anyway, what I’m getting at is that a fair percentage of stories have endings that are kinda hard to give a passing grade. That said, the mere fact that those works got endings at all means that they avoided being a lot worse off—after all, there are also plenty of fictional works that were never able to end at all.

Some stories just never reach their endings, for one reason or another. I can think of all sorts of circumstances that could lead to that result, the most common of which would probably be getting canceled on account of poor sales. Then there are stories whose authors get sick or die, or stories published by companies that go under or magazines that get discontinued. Then you have those works in the light novel world that sell decently enough, by all appearances, but for some inexplicable reason just never put out another volume.

That’s only scratching the surface of potential reasons. Take, for instance, works that were perfectly popular up until their anime aired, but which then had their publication rate drop straight off a cliff the second it finished. Did the anime airing somehow lead to the author burning themself out? Or maybe seeing their work in adaptation was a debilitating shock? Maybe the editorial department dialed back the pressure after the anime ended, or maybe the author had a new series start doing really well and turned their attention to it instead? I’m no author, so I can only speculate, but I have to assume that every author has a unique set of circumstances like those that they have to work under.

The point I’m trying to make is that there are a ton of series out there that were never able to end on account of one real-world issue or another. Actually, “a ton” might not do it justice. These days, I have a feeling that unfinished stories might outnumber the finished ones. We live in an era that’s spoiled for entertainment, after all, and a countless number of stories are beginning and ending at any given moment.

I have to wonder: Just how many of those stories ever come to a satisfying conclusion? If I had to hazard a guess as to how many stories have reached an ideal ending—running for exactly as long as they should have without getting prematurely canceled or artificially dragged out, concluding only after the author finished telling the story they wanted to tell, including a perfect final chapter that could truly satisfy each and every reader—I would say that we’d be looking at a grand total of less than one percent of stories, most likely.

The way I see it, a story being canceled before its time on account of circumstances surrounding its production—in other words, a story that readers will never be able to enjoy all the way to its conclusion—is a tragic thing indeed. Even then, however, there’s a yet more tragic way for a story to conclude: for readers to stop following the story by their own initiative. Sometimes, readers will simply drift away from a story before it reaches its conclusion. I suspect that, more so than anything else—more so than godawful endings and premature cancellations—that is the saddest and most unfulfilling way for a story to possibly conclude.

It’s inevitable that not everyone who starts buying a series will read it all the way to the end, of course. No matter how popular a series gets, its first volume will always have higher sales than every volume that follows it, meaning that there will always be a certain number of people who read a single volume and drop the series on the spot. Literally every series will lose some number of readers, without exception.

I’m by no means innocent myself—I’ve stopped reading plenty of stories over the years. Sometimes I’ll read a single volume and decide a story’s not my thing, and sometimes I’ll get really into a series while its anime’s airing, only to kinda just lose interest as soon as the anime’s over. These are stories that I liked—stories that I was super hooked on—that for some reason I stopped reading before I knew it, usually without even having a clear reason like “it got really boring” or “I couldn’t stand that one character” to justify my estrangement.

When readers drift away from a story they used to like, they usually don’t have a clear reason along those lines. It sort of just happens. It’s not an obvious, instant, binary thing, like the flick of a switch—the line between love and hate is fuzzy and ambiguous, and it’s within that realm of ambiguity that people fall off stories as a matter of course. I’m convinced that that’s the most common way for stories to end: by quietly, naturally passing on.

Now then. This speech has dragged on for an awfully long time at this point, but what I’m really trying to say is that most stories don’t end up wrapping up nicely. Authors will get bored, give up, and half-ass a lame conclusion. Publishers will abandon stories and cut them off without warning. Readers will take their leave of stories on their own terms before they have the chance to end. All things considered, stories that come to a natural conclusion—where the relationship between story and reader can end cleanly—are far rarer than stories where that just doesn’t happen.

If, over the course of your entire life, you find even a single work of fiction that you fall in love with, that keeps running for as long as you want it to, and that concludes with a final chapter you have no complaints about at exactly the moment you thought it should go ahead and wrap itself up, I think you should count yourself lucky. Most stories aren’t so fortunate, and so end in a manner that is, at least to some extent, difficult to accept.

Thus, I protest. Such stories are precisely why I raise my objection—in fact, I would deny the idea of “all’s well that ends well” altogether.

I mean, like...who even cares how stories end, right? I’m not saying it’s a bad thing for a story to end in a clean, satisfying manner, of course. That’s great, when it happens! There’s nothing better than stories getting endings that satisfy everyone! The thing is, though, that stories are not defined by their endings. Even if a story’s conclusion ends up being super lame—even if it loses popularity and gets canceled—if its readers found themselves enjoying that story from moment to moment before it came to an end, then I believe it’s those moments that define it.

I believe that’s true even if it’s the reader who ends up walking away from the story in the end. Even if a series runs for so long that you lose interest and stop reading, even if you lose the time to keep up with reading as a hobby after getting into a new school or starting a new job, even if you lose your passion for a story after its anime ends, even if the author just stops putting out volumes post-anime and you lose interest before the final volume comes out, even if you never see a story through to its conclusion, or even if you simply grow up and the stories you love become the stories you loved... In all those cases, I believe the moments that you spent reading and enjoying a series can never be invalidated. In my eyes, the single split second in which a story touches your heart can last an eternity.

In truth, nothing is defined merely by its ending—not even humans. How we live is far more important than how we die. In the same manner, how a story develops is far more important than how it ends. The process leading up to that ending—the individual moments that readers enjoy—is more important than anything else.

From here on out, my story—our story—will reach an ending of its own. This long, drawn-out tale will come to a clear and definite conclusion. Whether that conclusion will be a genuinely spectacular finale that will satisfy everyone or a miserable, half-assed disaster that will make everyone want to demand their time and money back, I can’t say. That’s something that will vary wildly from person to person, of course...but nevertheless, there’s one thing I want to say: No matter how this ending turns out, and no matter how this final volume concludes, the tale we’ve spun up to this point was by no means a fabrication. We were by no means just fiction. We lived out each and every moment, each and every volume, to the best of our ability. All the feelings that blossomed within us as we experienced all the events thrown our way were, without exception, genuine. Even if all of it was an intricate plot devised by a third party, even if we were nothing more than characters in a story woven by someone else entirely, and even if our story was a work of fiction with no relation to any real people, places, or organizations... Even still, I’ll stand up and shout it out as loudly as I can: We are real.

Now then, I think this prologue’s gone on long enough. It’s high time for us to get started. Time for us to wrap together everything that’s come before as we wrap up our final volume.

Now—let us begin the end of the beginning. The ending that will allow all else to begin...begins now.

Chapter 1: In the Battle’s Aftermath

About a year had passed since we’d fought our final battle. It was the decisive clash between me and Kiryuu—the ultimate showdown between Guiltia Sin Jurai and Kiryuu Heldkaiser Luci-First. That battle was truly the culmination of everything that had happened in our story up to that point...and it was a climax that defied description, no matter how hard I tried.

Words could not do it justice. Prose could never depict it. It was such an outlandishly over-the-top battle that your only choice would be to describe it in a brief, vague summary form, or otherwise to cut the scene entirely and only discuss it in retrospect. It was a battle the likes of which had never been seen before and would likely never be seen again. The chances of another conflict even remotely living up to it were simply nonexistent.

Seriously, though, what a fight! Looking back now that it was all over, it almost felt like the whole thing—my battle with Kiryuu, the Spirit War’s existence on the whole, the fact that we had ever possessed absurdly potent supernatural powers, all of it—had been a dream.

Anyway, that was all over now, and another year had come and gone. All sorts of stuff had happened during that year...and over the course of it, I’d started going out with a certain girl.

“She sure is late...” I muttered to myself. It was the afternoon of a day in our summer vacation, and I was waiting at the bus stop where we were supposed to meet, staring at my watch and heaving the occasional sigh.

I was a third-year in high school now, and I was making the most of the very last summer vacation of my secondary education. Well, making as much of it as I could, anyway—studying for my entrance exams and going to cram school didn’t leave me with all that much free time to spare. My day-to-day life was steeped in academics, but today, I was taking a break to go out with the very first girlfriend I’d ever had.

It would also, in fact, be our very first date. As such, I’d dressed way more stylishly than I normally would (in an outfit that my older sister had chosen for me, needless to say) and arrived at our meeting place thirty minutes ahead of time...only to wait around for forty minutes without any sign of my date showing up. I’d tried texting her a few times, and so far, all of those messages were still marked as unread.

“Late to our first date, really...? What the heck is she doing? The bus is due any minute now. I hope she’s not in trouble or anything...”

I didn’t have to worry for much longer. Just a short while later, I spotted a girl walking along the street in the distance. She was making her way toward me, her pace slow and leisurely. She wasn’t making any effort to hurry up at all, from what I could tell. In fact, she was walking in such a calm and composed manner that you’d never think she was running late looking at her. This was, to be fair, pretty much par for the course for her.

Even after noticing me, my girlfriend didn’t pick up her pace at all. All I could do was shrug and run over to her instead, calling out her name as I approached.

“Hey, Chifuyu!”

Chifuyu was wearing a sort of cutesy dress and a big, broad-brimmed hat. She was also toting a large backpack, and she was clasping her ever-present stuffed animal, Squirrely, in her arms.

“Mnh. Andou. Morning,” Chifuyu said as she noticed me. If she knew she was late, she certainly wasn’t letting it show.

“Morning, Chifuyu. You’re late, you know?” I replied. “And you weren’t picking up your phone at all! I was worried something might’ve happened to you...”

Chifuyu pulled her smartphone from her pocket, and a very slight look of shock came across her face as she checked its screen. Apparently, she hadn’t noticed that I’d been trying to contact her. She had a habit of putting her phone into silent mode so it wouldn’t wake her up while she was napping, and this time, it had come back to bite her.

“Sorry, Andou,” Chifuyu said, her gaze dropping to the ground. “I got ambushed and ended up late.”

“A-Ambushed?! By who?! Or what?!”

“By the sandman.”

“Ahh... Okay, I get the picture. Nothing you could do about that,” I conceded as my shoulders slumped with dejection. It was just so classically Chifuyu, there was nothing else I could say.

“What’s wrong, Andou?” Chifuyu asked.

“Nothing, really—just a little deflated, that’s all. I feel like a moron for getting all excited and showing up a half hour early,” I explained.

“You were excited?”

“Ah... Umm, well...”

“Excited for our first date?”

“That’s, uh... That’s not it, exactly...”

“It isn’t?”

“I... I mean... Oh, for the— Fine, yes! Yes, that’s right, I was! I was stupid worked up over it, okay?! I was so excited and nervous that I barely slept a wink last night!” I shouted, abandoning all pretense and just laying it out for her to see.

“Oh,” Chifuyu said with a slight blush and a satisfied smile. “You’re cute, Andou.”

“Bwaugh?!”

Agggh—a fifth-grader just called me cute. What even is this emotion I’m feeling? It’s like the weirdest mix of embarrassment, irritation, and excitement all at once...

While I was busy writhing in the clutches of an emotion totally unknown to me, the bus trundled its way along the road toward us.

“Andou, the bus is here,” Chifuyu said as she took my hand. It was a bit embarrassing, but I returned her grasp, and the two of us ran back to the bus stop together.

“Andou?” said Chifuyu. “I didn’t sleep much last night either.”

“Huh...?”

“I was too excited for today,” she explained with a smile that was downright enchanting. It was a preposterously adorable, dangerously charming expression indeed. I was, without question, the luckiest man in the world to be with such a pure and charming partner.

It was the summer of my third year in high school...and I had begun a relationship with Himeki Chifuyu.

We’d chosen a local water park as the destination for our date—the same one we’d been to almost exactly a year prior during last year’s summer vacation. We’d had Kuki with us that time, of course, which made this the first time that Chifuyu and I were here as just the two of us.

“Oh man! This kinda takes me back,” I muttered as I glanced around the lobby. We were lined up at the ticket booth, waiting to pay for entry. “Remember how we came here last year with Kuki? Actually, speaking of Kuki, how’s she been lately?” I asked.

“Normal,” replied Chifuyu.

“Gotcha. Nothing beats normal, I guess. Oh... By the way, did she say anything about our date today?”

“Umm... She said it was ‘out of the question’ and that ‘going to the pool alone with him would be totally shameless.’”

“Yeaaah...figures.”

That wasn’t much of a surprise, considering how violently opposed she’d been to our relationship back when we’d first told her we were dating. She seemed to have reached a sort of quiet acceptance of it recently, but it only took the slightest prompting for her to start meddling and dictating restrictions for us all over again.

“So, what did you say to her?” I asked.

“I asked if she was trying to force me to stop being her friend, and she changed her mind right away.”

“Should’ve guessed...”

That was just a straight-up threat, huh? I was suddenly feeling a lot of sympathy for Kuki. She could be a bit of an overprotective helicopter friend, sure, but ultimately, Chifuyu held absolute authority in their relationship. The balance of power was precariously one-sided.

“Was it really a good idea to force the issue like that? For all we know, she might be watching us from somewhere right now,” I said.

“It’s fine,” Chifuyu insisted. “I said that if she follows us, I’m through with her.”

“You’re sure giving her plenty of chances to end your friendship, huh...?”

What are you, a grade schooler? Oh, wait. Right. You literally are.

“Hmph... Andou,” Chifuyu said with a sulky pout, “no talking about other girls when you’re with me.”

“Huh...? O-Oh, sorry. Not even Kuki, though?”

“No.”

“O-Okay, then. I’ll cut it out.”

“Mnh. Good,” Chifuyu said. Her pout shifted to a satisfied smile.

Man. It sorta felt like we’d been this way consistently ever since we started going out. It was like she held the reins in our relationship—or, more bluntly, like she had me completely whipped. The fact that I, a high school boy, had had the initiative thoroughly seized from me by a grade school girl struck me as pretty darn sad...but on the other hand, I could also look at it in a more positive light by saying I was like a heroic knight having the selfish princess he was sworn to protect leading him around by the nose. Actually, wait, I like that a lot. It sounds so much cooler that way.

Anyway, while I was preoccupied by all that nonsense, we reached the front of the line. I bought a pair of tickets from the woman at the counter—one at the price for high schoolers and the other at the price for elementary schoolers.

“Okay, then. Here’s your ticket, and here’s the ticket for your little sister,” the receptionist—who seemed like she was very thorough about her work—said as she handed our tickets over.

Chifuyu’s expression suddenly darkened. “No, I’m not,” she huffed.

I had just...just the worst feeling about where this was going.

“I’m not Andou’s sister,” Chifuyu repeated.

“O-Oh, is that so?” the receptionist awkwardly replied. “Are you a more distant relative, then, or...?”

“I’m his girlfriend,” said Chifuyu. She stood tall and proud as she straight-up declared it, and oh boy, did that ever make the receptionist look uncomfortable. I, meanwhile, could feel a waterfall’s worth of cold sweat pouring down my back. “Andou and I are dating.”

“Uh...”

“We’re in love.”

“...”

“We’ve even kiss—”

“Ahhh, my sister! She’s my sister! You were right, we’re totally siblings! Sorry about that, she’s been going through a real precocious phase lately! Okay thanks bye!”

Around the time the color drained from the receptionist’s face and she started reaching for the phone on her desk, I grabbed Chifuyu by the hand, rattled off an excuse, and fled into the park at top speed.

“Come on, Chifuyu... What were you thinking?” I emphatically whispered. “We promised that we’d pretend to be siblings when we’re out in public, didn’t we?”

“Mngh...” Chifuyu grumbled. She didn’t seem satisfied at all. “But I’m not your sister.”

I didn’t know how to reply to that, and the look of bitter frustration on her face tugged fiercely at my heartstrings. Still, there was no way that a high school boy dating an elementary school girl would receive anything other than a poor reception. The only legal prohibitions regarding this sort of thing were about adults being in relationships with minors, apparently, so two minors like us dating wouldn’t technically be an issue in that regard, but the people around us most definitely wouldn’t look upon our relationship anywhere near favorably. I would, without question, be written off as a lolicon scumbag.

That was exactly why only an extremely small number of people knew about our relationship. If I could’ve had my way, I would’ve loved to have been more open about the two of us being together, but society, its rules, and the world at large disagreed. Moreover...

“Sorry, Andou... I’m being selfish.”

...Chifuyu herself was no longer immature enough to not understand all of that.

“Let’s just put up with it for a little longer, okay, Chifuyu?” I said as I patted her gently on the head.

“How long is a little?” asked Chifuyu.

“Uh... Until you’re in middle school, or somewhere around there, I guess? Actually, no...that’s probably out too, on second thought. It might be a better idea to wait till you’re in high school after all...”

“That’s...really long.”

“I-I mean, sure, but considering we’ll be together forever, I’m sure it’ll feel like it goes by in the blink of an eye!”

“Together forever?”

“Yeah. A six-year age gap will feel like nothing before you know it.”

“Together forever...”

A faint blush spread across Chifuyu’s cheeks as she muttered quietly to herself, savoring the sound of those two words. I got the sense that she was fantasizing about something for a moment, but before long, a trace of anxiety came across her face.

“Hey, Andou...?” Chifuyu murmured. “Will you mind when I’m an adult?”

“Huh...? Wh-What’s that mean?” I asked.

“Will you still love me when I’m not a grade schooler?”

“Will I— Of course I will,” I said. I asserted it very definitively. “I’m pretty sure I already said this back during the cultural festival, but I’m not a lolicon. Remember?”

Lolicon: an abbreviation of the term “lolita complex.” Per its original meaning, it referred to individuals who are sexually attracted to immature girls from the ages of nine to fourteen. That attraction was not a permanent one—the moment a girl became a woman, a lolicon’s love for her would vanish into nothingness.

“I don’t love you because you’re a grade schooler, Chifuyu. I love you because you’re you.”

“Yeah...I know,” Chifuyu said with a little nod. “I’ll put up with it. Us dating can be a secret until I’m a bit older.”

“Great. Thanks, Chifuyu.”

“Hey, Andou?” Chifuyu said, gazing up at me as she fidgeted with the hem of her outfit. “I want a reward for being patient.”

“A reward...?”

“A kiss.”

“Pff!” I did a spit take. Chifuyu, meanwhile, was still staring straight at me. “W-Wait a second...”

“I want a kiss, Andou. Here and now.”

“A-Are you serious...?”

“Yeah. You haven’t done it even once since the first time...”

“Okay, but, I mean, that was, well, you know...”

“Do you hate me?”

“O-Of course I don’t! I don’t... But, like...”

“If you don’t kiss me now, we’re through.”

“Wha—?!”

“We’re through. I made up my mind. If you don’t kiss me right now, we’re breaking up.”

Chifuyu doubled down on her absurd demand, and I had no clue what I was even supposed to do anymore. I quickly glanced around the vicinity. We’d just passed through the entryway to the park, and while there were a decent number of people around, most of them were focused on hurrying in toward the attractions, so nobody was paying any real attention to us.

Could this actually work out...? Nooope, nope nope nope, hold it right there. Whether or not you’d get away with it isn’t the question here! There’s definitely something wrong with this! Why should I have to kiss her in a place like this? It’d be downright embarrassing, for one thing, and I was hoping that our first kiss after we started dating would be somewhere a little more, you know, romantic... But then again, maybe being decisive and just going for it would be the manly thing to do here? Is that what she wants from me?

At the end of my bout of mental anguish, I finally decided to resolve myself and do what had to be done. But then...

“Kidding,” said Chifuyu. Then she stuck out her tongue at me.

I blinked. “Huh?”

“I was kidding. I didn’t mean any of it. I was just teasing you.”

“...”

“I wouldn’t kiss you in a place like this. I’m not that stupid.”

I let out a long, looong sigh as I slumped to the ground on the spot, too exhausted to remain upright.

Yeah. Okay. She really does hold the reins in this relationship, no question about it.

“We can kiss some other time,” Chifuyu muttered in a quiet, somehow suggestive tone before holding her arms out toward me. “Hey, Andou? I’ll wait for the kiss, so for now, carry me.”

“C-Carry you?”

“Yeah. Carry me.”

“I mean, sure, I guess.”

“I’ll be your sister today, and that means you have to spoil me like a real older brother would. So...carry me,” Chifuyu said, blushing slightly once more.

She was acting far too cute for me to deny her request, so I scooped her up in my arms without a second thought. “Alley-oop!” I grunted.

“Is this okay? Am I heavy?” asked Chifuyu.

“Nah, it’s fine. You’re super light.”

“Good. Hee hee!” Chifuyu giggled.

I could feel her breath on my neck, which was a weirdly ticklish sensation. I felt her not particularly substantial weight in my arms, as well, and while that involved touching her waist and rear end as a matter of course, it didn’t feel weird in the way you might expect. Mostly, I just keenly felt how precious she was to me—a feeling that filled my heart to its brim.

“Okay, Andou. Full speed ahead.”

“You got it! We’re gonna have a blast today, Chifuyu!”

“Yeah!”

Table of Contents

Cover

Characters

Prologue

Chapter 1: In the Battle’s Aftermath

Chapter 2: In the Beforemath of the Battle’s Aftermath

Chapter 3: Those Who Fight Back Against Destiny

Chapter 4: Fiction and Reality

Chapter 5: Reality and Fiction

Chapter 6: When Supernatural Battles Became Commonplace

Epilogue

Afterword

Color Illustration

About J-Novel Club

Copyright

Landmarks

Table of Contents

Color Illustrations