Wish on the Star-Filled Sea Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Mitile: Yesterday, Rutile told me all about Tanabata! How you write your wishes on these strips of paper called tanzaku!

Rutile: And so, Dr. Figaro prepared these for us!

Taa-daaa! They brought out what they were hiding. They were ornaments in the shape of stars. They were the size of my palm, and faintly glowing.

Akira: Beautiful…it’s so sparkly, like a glass star!

Figaro: Right? I was wondering if we could use these in place of tanzaku.

Rutile: You say out loud your wish, and the ornament saves it inside!

Akira: Saves?

Figaro: Yep. These aren’t just any regular ornaments of course…they’re magic!

For example, if Mitile faced one of these and said “I want to eat an infinite amount of cookies!”,

this little star will save that memory of his words, and once you recite your spell the saved memory of that voice and figure will appear as an illusion you can view on the spot. 

Mitile: Hold it, Dr. Figaro! I’m not that much of a glutton!

Figaro: Hahaha, sorry, sorry. It was just a what-if. 

Lennox: This was all Dr. Figaro’s idea. Writing your wishes on paper is fine too, but we thought it’d be more exciting this way.

Figaro: Though, unlike paper, there’s a time limit on these ornaments. After a few days, the saved memory of the wish it holds will be erased. 

So the downside is you can’t save the memory of a person making a wish forever…

Akira: That’s totally fine! This way we’ll be able to see everyone as they make their wish, and…

(Wait. Was this all because I’m not able to read this world’s script?)

He’s always so quietly considerate of others, never forcing his care. That thoughtfulness of his was as soothing as the gentle winds.

Akira: Thank you for all your work, everyone! Now I’m really looking forward to the party! 

Rutile: Hehe, so are we! Ah, but Mitile…

Mitile: Sorry, Master Sage…I won’t be making it to the party. I have plans with Mr. Faust that day. 

We’re going to go gather a plant that can only be harvested on a night of a full moon. 

Akira: That’s okay, Mitile. This sounds just as important, so please go on ahead without worry.

I’m very happy to hear that you and Faust are getting along, so don’t forget to tell me how it went, okay?

Lennox: I’m glad to hear it too. Also, even if you can’t come to the party, you can still decorate this tree with your wish.

I think that is just enough for you and Lord Faust to have celebrated Tanabata with us.

Mitile: For sure! I already reminded Mr. Faust about it too!

Rutile: Everybody who can’t make it to the party is currently helping out with the prep. 

Lennox: Right. I saw the Eastern wizards gathered around Shino in discussion. 

Figaro: Every country is doing their best to help with the preparations. The bonding has already started!

Rutile: Master Sage, be sure to make your wish and decorate the tree with it.

Mithra and the others are really in it to win it, so yours may be granted!

Akira: Ah, right! I shouldn’t let this chance slip by, so I gotta think of something!

Hmmm, what to wish for, though…

Figaro: …

Cain: Alllright, let’s get this party prep started! You guys know what’s up, right?

Riquet: I do. We save our wish inside a magic ornament, and it is kept as an illusion.

Then, we hang it on a ‘bamboo’ tree. 

Arthur: And we’re also in charge of decorating the tree. I wonder what sort of ornaments we should use. 

Cain: Probably a bunch of shiny things since it’s a holiday about stars.

Oz: No, it should be this!

Arthur, Riquet, & Cain: This?

Oz: It is based on a drawing the Sage made of a ‘fukinagashi’ decoration from their world. Have you seen it before?

Riquet: Fukinagashi…hmmm…

Ah! It looks a lot like this “teruteru bouzu” thing that the Sage told me about a while ago!

Oz: Indeed, that.

Cain: Oh yeah, I remember Akira making a bunch of those little guys and drawing each of us wizards’ faces on them. Do we make this ‘fukinagashi’ based on that?

Oz: I assume so. They also mentioned that we should add some “oomph” to it.

Arthur, Riquet, & Cain: Oomph?

Oz: Basically we may decorate them as we like. “The more oomph, the cuter.” they said. 

Arthur: The more oomph, the cuter!

Cain: Wow, it's got a nice ring to it!

Arthur: Aside from Lord Oz, the rest of us Central wizards will be unable to attend the party.

So in order to make up for our absence, how about we make fukinagashi for every wizard here, drawing each of their faces on them? We’ll add a lot of oomph to the tree with that!

Cain: Great idea! Let’s make these fukinagashi so awesome, they’ll liven up the party in our stead!

Riquet: Yes, I’ll put in my all to make them!

Arthur, Riquet, & Cain: Let’s do our best in oomphing it up! Woo!!

Oz: …

Arthur, Riquet, & Cain: Woo!!

Oz: …Woo.

Faust: …I’m holding it up. Any good?

Heathcliff: Uh, uhm…more to the right–no, left…?

Shino: Stop, you went too far. Back to the right again. You need to stand in the spot where you’ll capture Heath’s beauty best. 

Nero’s wish illusion had his shoulder cut off when captured. You gotta be centre straight. Or do you want the other wizards to make fun of us?

Nero: Yeah, yeah, but don’t you guys feel awkward? Speakin’ out your wish and lettin’ others see it…

Heathcliff: I guess so…it is a little embarrassing to have my figure be saved as an illusion. 

Shino: What’s embarrassing? We’re on a mission the day of the party, you shouldn’t care about who sees it.

Faust: Hey now, settle down. You guys still have your mission prep to do, so let’s finish this quick and properly. 

Nero: Looks like Teach has already prepared himself…

Heathcliff: Mr. Faust, have you already decided on what wish you’ll make? That’s what I’m still worrying about…

Faust: Well…

Shino: Say it. It can be your rehearsal before you actually save your wish. 

Nero: Who died and made you king…?

Faust: …This is just a draft. I was thinking of wishing for my three students to come home safe from their mission. 

Nero, Shino, & Heathcliff: …

Nero: Ya blockhead.

Faust: Huh? What was that for?

Shino: Hey, Teach. You don’t need to wish on a magic ornament for that.

Heathcliff: Yup! We already plan on coming home safely after all.

Nero: Haha. Since even Teach’s giving it his all I guess I should go ahead and prepare some snacks for us.

Bradley: May the entire rest of my sentence go away.

Snow & White: Denied.

Owen: Whoopee. Try another one.

Bradley: The hell?! Didn’t you tell me to wish for whatever I want?!

Mithra: Can’t you make it something easy? Wish for something that I can grant in seconds.

Snow: Ohohoho. Though for the party it may be, as long as we are here we will never let any true wish of yours be granted, Bradley.

White: And if anybody tried to, we would specially punish them.

Owen: Come on, Bradley, won’t you just be fine with something like “I want to eat fried chicken to my heart’s content”?

Mithra: That would be an easy request. All I need to do is bring over a thousand chickens.

Bradley: Don’t need it! There’s more depth to fried chicken than what you nerds think.

‘Sides, why’re you makin’ me participate in this party prep crap? I ain’t got any reason to anyway.

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