the Concert

Hours earlier.

In a private room at the Imperial Hotel. Ren stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a tailor-made black tuxedo, perfect in every seam. Behind him, Ryōma Shinomiya was personally adjusting his son's shirt collar. It was a rare paternal gesture on his part. “ Today is the day, Ren. ” Ryōma said, looking at their reflection. “ Today we consolidate your empire. ”

Ryōma reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He opened it, revealing a gold earring with the family crest subtly engraved on it. “ This jewel has been passed down from generation to generation. ” Ryōma explained, placing it in Ren's left ear. " It is a symbol that you have finally accepted your burden. You are a Shinomiya. You are number one. “ Ren felt the earring in his ear. It didn't feel like a gift; it felt like a shackle. ” Thank you, Father. " Ren said, keeping up the act until the last second. Ryōma smiled, satisfied, and left the room to give the order to begin.

Ryōma's plans had finally begun to take shape. He made the official announcement just hours before the wedding began. Chaos erupted.

Japan was divided in two: half the country was tuning in to Mio and Tomoki's Fairy Tale wedding, while the other half, drawn by morbid curiosity and power, watched Ren and Akira's Royal Wedding. Ryōma watched the ratings on his phone. They were winning the audience. They were putting on a show. “ That's it... ” he murmured. “ Look at us. I'm number one at last. ”

The time for the wedding arrived. The Crystal Chapel was packed. Unlike Kaguya, who protected Mio's privacy, Ryōma had no problem allowing the press in. There were cameras at every angle, drones, and photographers in the side aisles. He didn't want a wedding; he wanted a public coronation.

Ren waited at the altar, his face expressionless. Then the doors opened. When Akira entered the hall, everyone fell silent. She was stunningly beautiful. Her long, wavy, fiery red hair fell over an avant-garde white dress. She looked beautiful, but her violet eyes were filled with sadness. She walked toward the altar as if walking toward her death.

When Akira reached Ren, the priest began his speech. Taking advantage of the fact that the man was talking about the sanctity of marriage, Akira leaned slightly toward Ren. “ Ren... ” whispered Akira. “ We don't have to do this. We can run now. There's an exit nearby.  We can avoid this. “ Ren glanced at her. ” Wait. “ Ren whispered, shaking his head slightly. ” It's too soon for that. "

The ceremony proceeded smoothly, or so it seemed. “ Ren Shinomiya, Akira Takashima... Do you agree to be joined in holy matrimony? ” Akira hesitated. His lips trembled. He almost said no, his instinct to flee screaming at him to run. But just as he was about to speak, Ren stepped forward.
 “ Wait a moment. ” Ren took the microphone from the priest's hand, leaving the man bewildered. The sound echoed through the speakers, drawing everyone's attention. Ryōma, from the front row, frowned. “ What is that brat doing now? ”

Ren turned toward the audience and the cameras. “ Before we continue, and I say yes, I want to say a few words. ” There was a silence of several seconds. “ First, thank you all for coming to this event. ” Ren said in a clear, powerful voice. “ My father wanted you to see this. He wanted you to see Number One. ” Ren looked directly at Ryōma. " But I have to confess something. I don't care about being Number One. I hate business. I hate stocks. I hate this world of lies. “ The murmur of the crowd grew louder. Ryōma rose from his seat, red with anger. ” Ren! Put that microphone down! “

” The only thing I care about... “ Ren continued, raising his voice, ” ...is singing and being number one... "

" BUT ON STAGE!"

That cry was the signal.

What people didn't know was that, far away, on the second floor of the chapel, something big was brewing.

As soon as Ren finished his sentence, the lights in the building suddenly went out. The total darkness caused panic for a second.

 Neon-colored spotlights came on, shining directly on the balcony. There was no choir of angels there. It was ECLIPSE.

Andrey pounded the drums. Satoru and Junpei strummed their electric guitars... Everyone was in the band, without exception. “ THIS IS A FAREWELL GIFT FOR OUR BOSS! ” Andrey shouted into the microphone.

The music exploded.

Before the guards could react, small explosions went off from the ceiling.

They weren't bombs, they were party cannons. A thick cloud of colored smoke, thousands of black and silver balloons, and a shower of confetti fell on the guests, causing utter confusion. People were screaming, reporters didn't know where to point their cameras, and Ryōma was trying to make his way through the smoke, shouting orders that no one could hear.

Ren took advantage of the chaos. He threw the microphone on the floor. “ We have to get out of here! ” he shouted at Akira. Without waiting for a response, he took her hand.

Akira, surprised but adrenaline-fueled, clung to him. They both ran down from the altar, crossing the center aisle as confetti rained down on them and the band euphorically played Ren's anthem of freedom.

They dodged a cameraman, pushed open the double doors, and dashed out into the hotel lobby, leaving behind a ruined wedding and a humiliated father in the middle of his own show.