Voice Academy Diary

From Ryoko Suzuki's perspective

Akira went missing.

Upon receiving the news, I immediately returned to our family home in Kofu.

Akira is my much younger, beloved brother.

From the day he was born, I lavished him with affection.

I changed his diapers and took him to his favorite superhero shows.

I was the one who ingrained music in him.

I exposed him to numerous jazz standards, providing him with a gifted education in music.

As time passed, he naturally became a big sister's boy.

I loved watching him grow up loved and happy with our parents.

A child as good as him would never run away from home.

He must have been involved in an accident.

However, despite the police's efforts, no signs of bullying or foul play by adults were found.

Akira's disappearance eventually became an unsolved case.

I spent nights crying my eyes out.

Then, one day something unusual happened.

The college notebook I bought from a 100-yen shop started having entries written in it.

Originally, I had bought it for a general education class at university.

Suddenly, entries began appearing in it, unmistakably in Akira's handwriting, narrating tales of adventures in another world.

Why this was happening was unclear, but it seemed that ever since a person named Narsha gave Akira a magical diary, whatever he wrote in it would get transferred to me.

Akira seemed unaware of the diary's magical effects, writing down private things meant for no one else's eyes.

The diary described duels with a student named Chopin, standing ovations at a cultural festival for his singing, and adventures in dungeons.

The entries were so vivid, I no longer doubted their authenticity despite seeming like real-life events.

While it's lonely not being able to see him, knowing he seems happy and well gives me some relief.

I named it "Voice Academy Diary."

From a certain point, the diary began to frequently mention someone named Elise.

How cute Elise was.

How kind she was.

How invaluable Elise had become to Akira.

Eventually, I thought it necessary to meet this Elise.

Was she truly suitable for my brother?

I felt it necessary to see for myself, though I never imagined a way to visit another world.

Yet, there she was, appearing before me during my New Year's return home, something I had never dreamed possible.