Post by Midori Miyamoto on Dec 12, 2018 0:34:20 GMT
Midori Miyamoto had never resided on Cloud Nine before. Sure, she’d accomplished some grand things in life. She graduated from college. She graduated from wrestling school. She later went on to train under Natsuko Aimi and Merlot Ayano; she ended up passing her Joshi Exit exams as a result. She’d had some pretty big matches before as well…
But none of the highs that she felt compared to this high. This was on a whole other level.
Midori’s battles with KAGUYA-Gun had been archived and documented. Her engagements with JUNKO in particular had been revered. There had been no love lost amongst both parties, that much was certain. But Kyoto Spotlight had been billed as the final encounter. She’d anticipated that evening for many moons. She’d prepared incessantly for the moment in which she could truly strike back. She was ready; ready to put down the group of women who had made her life a living hell for nearly six months.
What happened?
Her team succeeded. JET penetrated the impregnable force known as the KAGUYA-Gun army. Midori? She succeeded. She could finally stand tall. It had been a long, taxing road…
But she was finally victorious.
“Geez,” she said to herself after she celebrated with her teammates and then traversed backstage. She knew her phone was going to be ringing and vibrating all evening. Her mother and father been watching; they’d sent text earlier in the day. Natsuko and Merlot would definitely be checking in to see what happened. Even some of her friends who weren’t to privy to the sport told her that they’d be watching. Thank the Lord she didn’t let them down.
She felt amazing. Though, her brain kept going back to Mizuki’s words from the previous week as walked.
“Yes, I think this is the right moment for us to end this partnership and finally walk in separate ways.” She hadn’t been surprised by what Mizuki said. Ai, Midori, and Mizuki? They’d done amazing things as a team. “Listen, Midori-san. It was such an honor to work together with you.” They made history together. “We came from someone who doesn't know each other and I can see your high potential to be somebody more than just a team player.”
Midori had enjoyed the ride while it lasted. “And after this, when our partnership is all done, you can walk towards your single goals and nobody can stop you.” But she knew it wouldn't last forever. “And after this, when our partnership is all done, you can walk towards your single goals and nobody can stop you.”
She was going to have to stand tall and find her own path. This was the way Mizuki wanted things. It was the way Midori wanted things.
“When you walk alone, maybe Kudo will put more attention on you. You are free now, nobody will stand in your way anymore…”
Free, huh?
“Ms. Miyamoto?”
Midori turned her head in the voice’s direction. Her eyes immediately landed on man. He was quite dapper; even Midori couldn’t deny that. Fitted black suit. Slick undercut hairstyle. Chic translucent eyeglasses. A short lanyard hung from his neck. The words P R E S S were written on it’s laminated card.
“My name’s Takashi Uno,” he said in Japanese as he approached her. “I’m from the Burning Spirit magazine. I was hoping I could get a word out of you?” He extended his right hand. “That was a damn good match.”
She stared at his hand for a second. Not out of disrespect, but more out of surprise. Rarely did people shake her hands after her performances. “Thank you,” she replied as she finally shook his hand. “That means a lot. And sure. I’d love to speak with you.”
“Would you like to head this way with me?” he asked. “The officials sectioned off a portion of the hallway for interviews. My photographer is setting things up down.”
“Cool,” Midori responded. “Just give me a quick second, and I’ll be right there.”
“Of course,” he replied. “See you in a moment.”
Midori quickly ran her fingers through her hair. Duty called. And afterwards? She was definitely celebrating with Yumi and some other friends.She’d have time to reflect more of Mizuki’s words during her flight home.
She then cracked her neck a bit and proceeded to walk towards the interview area.
But none of the highs that she felt compared to this high. This was on a whole other level.
Midori’s battles with KAGUYA-Gun had been archived and documented. Her engagements with JUNKO in particular had been revered. There had been no love lost amongst both parties, that much was certain. But Kyoto Spotlight had been billed as the final encounter. She’d anticipated that evening for many moons. She’d prepared incessantly for the moment in which she could truly strike back. She was ready; ready to put down the group of women who had made her life a living hell for nearly six months.
What happened?
Her team succeeded. JET penetrated the impregnable force known as the KAGUYA-Gun army. Midori? She succeeded. She could finally stand tall. It had been a long, taxing road…
But she was finally victorious.
“Geez,” she said to herself after she celebrated with her teammates and then traversed backstage. She knew her phone was going to be ringing and vibrating all evening. Her mother and father been watching; they’d sent text earlier in the day. Natsuko and Merlot would definitely be checking in to see what happened. Even some of her friends who weren’t to privy to the sport told her that they’d be watching. Thank the Lord she didn’t let them down.
She felt amazing. Though, her brain kept going back to Mizuki’s words from the previous week as walked.
“Yes, I think this is the right moment for us to end this partnership and finally walk in separate ways.” She hadn’t been surprised by what Mizuki said. Ai, Midori, and Mizuki? They’d done amazing things as a team. “Listen, Midori-san. It was such an honor to work together with you.” They made history together. “We came from someone who doesn't know each other and I can see your high potential to be somebody more than just a team player.”
Midori had enjoyed the ride while it lasted. “And after this, when our partnership is all done, you can walk towards your single goals and nobody can stop you.” But she knew it wouldn't last forever. “And after this, when our partnership is all done, you can walk towards your single goals and nobody can stop you.”
She was going to have to stand tall and find her own path. This was the way Mizuki wanted things. It was the way Midori wanted things.
“When you walk alone, maybe Kudo will put more attention on you. You are free now, nobody will stand in your way anymore…”
Free, huh?
“Ms. Miyamoto?”
Midori turned her head in the voice’s direction. Her eyes immediately landed on man. He was quite dapper; even Midori couldn’t deny that. Fitted black suit. Slick undercut hairstyle. Chic translucent eyeglasses. A short lanyard hung from his neck. The words P R E S S were written on it’s laminated card.
“My name’s Takashi Uno,” he said in Japanese as he approached her. “I’m from the Burning Spirit magazine. I was hoping I could get a word out of you?” He extended his right hand. “That was a damn good match.”
She stared at his hand for a second. Not out of disrespect, but more out of surprise. Rarely did people shake her hands after her performances. “Thank you,” she replied as she finally shook his hand. “That means a lot. And sure. I’d love to speak with you.”
“Would you like to head this way with me?” he asked. “The officials sectioned off a portion of the hallway for interviews. My photographer is setting things up down.”
“Cool,” Midori responded. “Just give me a quick second, and I’ll be right there.”
“Of course,” he replied. “See you in a moment.”
Midori quickly ran her fingers through her hair. Duty called. And afterwards? She was definitely celebrating with Yumi and some other friends.She’d have time to reflect more of Mizuki’s words during her flight home.
She then cracked her neck a bit and proceeded to walk towards the interview area.
Fin.