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Chapter 42: The Dream of Happiness Will Continue
🕑 Added 2025-02-04 01:45:56 +0000 UTC"Finally, we've come to this path of marriage again."
In reality, Minami finally let out a sigh of relief.
Whether it was Bocchi's monologue in her performance or her confession to him, he had basically witnessed it all.
After experiencing so many storms and challenges, they had finally reached the step of marriage.
This time, what would be different?
He sank his consciousness deep into simulation.
There wasn't much difference between this wedding and the previous two.
Minami invited only the friends he could talk to.
At the banquet, though Bocchi's pale face and light makeup made her feel shy, this time was different from the previous two.
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She didn't hesitate.
She had been trying hard to overcome her fears, encouraging herself.
This time, not only did Minami entertain the guests, but Bocchi also helped by taking care of things at the side.
Her beauty and thoughtfulness earned compliments from the guests.
[At night, the members of the Kessoku Band, along with you and Bocchi, drank together.]
[At this moment, Bocchi, who usually isn't very talkative, suggested playing a confession game, tipsy from the wine.]
[The person being confessed to was you, and the confessors were the other members of the Kessoku Band.]
[You didn't want to agree to this request, but unable to resist your wife's pleading, you finally nodded.[
[In the confession game, each member of the Kessoku Band confessed their feelings for you, their faces hiding unspoken sadness and regret.]
[You didn't shy away, listening carefully as they whispered, full of affection.]
[Would the members of the Kessoku Band feel regret?]
[Perhaps, there was still some regret.]
[That day, the Kessoku Band members drank to excess, but the next day when you saw them again, you found they had already left.]
[They didn't want to trouble you, not now, not ever.]
Days passed. After marriage, Bocchi continued to engage in music activities with the Kessoku Band. They had achieved their original dreams.
Finally, one day, Bocchi became pregnant, and they began to consider what life with a child would be like.
Bocchi began to think about retirement. For her, she was already content, and the band life had become too intense, tiring her out.
This idea was also agreed upon by Nijika. The long years of band activities had left the other members of the band somewhat fatigued.
Now, the Kessoku Band was undoubtedly the best rock band in the country.
Their dreams had reached the harbor, and they decided to rest here.
[In November of the same year, after their final performance at the Tokyo Dome, they tearfully announced the Kessoku Band's retirement to the audience, leaving many fans unable to accept it. This final concert was recorded in the Tokyo Dome's history.]
[In the same month, the Kessoku Band's merchandise sold out nationwide, and many fans organized a memorial parade for the band.]
[In January of the following year, Bocchi gave birth to a girl, whom you named Miyuki Shouji.]
[Miyuki Shouji was very healthy, with black hair like yours, but resembling Bocchi in appearance. She was adorable, but a bit shy. After her birth, the three aunts of the Kessoku Band often visited her.]
[The three of them, still single, treated Miyuki as their own daughter, spoiling her.]
[Yamada Ryo often taught her to play the bass, Nijika corrected her rhythm, and Kita Ikuyo frequently taught her to sing.]
[Their careful guidance revealed Miyuki's musical talent at a young age.]
"Miyuki, come learn bass with me."
Yamada Ryo, in her late twenties, still had a mature and refined face. Her eyes exuded a lazy elegance as she casually cradled a bass, gesturing to the nearby couch.
Miyuki, in a little red dress and small leather shoes, with short hair and bright lips, was adorable.
Hearing Yamada Ryo's words, she hesitated for a while before speaking, "But... Ryo Mama, Nijika Mama said not to become a bassist, because bassists like to lie to kids."
"Do you not believe me?"
Yamada Ryo looked seriously at Miyuki, her tone sincere, "Am I the kind of person to lie?"
"I don't believe you. Ryo Mama always lied to me about my New Year's money to buy new music equipment."
Miyuki placed a finger on her rosy lips, speaking seriously.
"..."
"Children grow up and stop being cute."
Yamada Ryo, with her graceful side profile, watched Miyuki run over to Nijika, putting down her bass with a sigh.
"This is called reaping what you sow. Who would lie about a child's New Year money?"
Nijika didn't even look at her bass player, leading Miyuki over.
She no longer wore a side ponytail. After inheriting the "Starry" from Ijichi Seika, she now tied her hair into a mature ponytail at the back of her head.
Wearing casual clothes, she exposed her fair neck, looking even more charming than she did in high school.
"I really envy Nijika-chan. You're still so popular with kids."
Kita Ikuyo sat beside, smiling as she said, "Her long hair is now grown out, and her skin, well-maintained, shows no wrinkles. She still radiates youth."
As she spoke, she looked behind Nijika, not seeing the person she hoped to find, and couldn't help but ask, "Bocchi-chan and him?"
"Bocchi-chan went to the bathroom, right? He... probably has to wait a bit before coming. He said there were some work things he didn't finish."
"Still as serious as always. Minami."
The group sat down, chatting idly while looking out the window.
Through the cross-shaped window frame, they could see the giant Tokyo Dome.
That was where they had once pursued their dreams.
At that time, Nijika, Yamada Ryo, and Kita Ikuyo all dreamed of performing in the Tokyo Dome.
That was their dream.
Now, that dream had been realized.
Inside the café, the atmosphere was lively. The mature women often played with the adorable Miyuki.
Everything was peaceful.
After a while, the doorbell rang.
"Here, here! Bocchi! Minami! Come sit down, we're about to start eating!"
"If you're this slow again, you're paying next time."
Joking words rang out, teasing the two who had just entered.
The warm, cozy café filled with cheerful conversation, and the sounds of a holiday happiness-filled melody echoed again.
Everything seemed so beautiful.
[You are happy, and you have every reason to believe that this dream of happiness will continue.]
