>>6043597Then what? Everything! Chapter 2 comes after Chapter 1. Then 3. Then 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8. Then the epilogue, where someone gets married- then the sequel. And then nothing more because at that point the series have been stretched for too long and not even the writers are the same.
Before spoiling her own mood, Miharu decides: let's just enjoy Chapter 2!
>Eat lunch.Most of her favorite main characters have this thing in common: they eat a ton. Miharu approves of this attitude: if getting fat is the risk for eating great tacos, then so be it! A bit short on pocket money, she just runs back home, already drooling, to haunt that fridge like a vengeful widow.
>Find some kind of picnic blanket.A tight budget is great for creativity; maybe that's why Miharu is the great Miharu now. Dad that cooks used to be in this weird cult, and they used these weird robes with drawings all over them. And it's made of cotton!
>Get a thermos of hot chocolate.Thermos are so expensive... and Dad and Dad are always hogging theirs. They use it for taco magic so it makes sense, but where could Miharu put the hot chocolate now? That's the only thing she won't compromise on: it /has/ to be hot chocolate. Her mouth can't be deceived.
>Walk along the river for fun, see if she can finally get the hang of skipping rocks.As the tall grass tickles her butt, Miharu flings rock after rock towards the innocent river, but she has yet to get one bouncing- which is surprisingly upsetting. It can't be a lack of strength, no, Magical Girls have very strong bodies that can fight Witches, which she'll do with Dolores sometime soon. Already unfairly mad because the rocks go 'PPPPLUUUSHHH' instead of 'plin plin plin plin', Miharu throws a last one out of spite that does bounce like seven times, but she was already walking away so she didn't get to see it.
>Get back to the top of the hotel thirty minutes before sunset.Back on the rooftop of the hotel, Miharu can't help but pout just like Yakuza-san did back then; it's gonna be hard to see the sunset behind those clouds. Or the moon. Or the second moon. The picnic blanked had already been laid out, she somehow got a thermos (that's has barely any chocolate left already), the onigiri are still fighting for their lives, and the bento box is starting to remind her of friends long gone.
But it's coming.
The second moon is coming.
And once the people get a taste of true thrill, they won't be as moody as grumpy and intolerant as before. With adventure also comes pain- but with pain comes understanding. In a world so convenient and safe, Miharu thinks, people don't suffer like she did, and so they don't become kind.
...
Maybe the second moon is already there, behind that one gray cloud over there. Miharu sips on what's little left of her cocoa, trying to make out any constellations with whatever star she can catch. A single drop hits her square in the eye;
it's a warning.
