Starting With The Sefirah Castle In The Anime World
Chapter 311: Big Eyes in the Show of Play

Chapter 311: Chapter 311: Big Eyes in the Show of Play

On the set of a variety show, Yoko Okino stood center stage as part of a punishment segment, tasked with singing an anime song she wasn’t good at.

The nervous look on her face was obvious, and the other performers around her all looked like they were ready to enjoy the spectacle.

Although it was technically a punishment game, the show was also a platform for entertainers to showcase their personal skills. Even if it was a penalty, as long as the performer did well, they could still win the audience’s support.

Of course, for professional singers, this kind of punishment wasn’t that difficult. But for non-professional performers, especially idol singers, it was a serious test.

What’s more, the production team deliberately chose songs that the performers weren’t good at and used this impromptu challenge to create obstacles.

It was, in essence, a test of an entertainer’s professionalism.

If an artist could pull it off, the resulting traffic and popularity could be enormous.

This program had clearly done its homework. Before inviting the guests, they had investigated their skill sets and deliberately selected songs outside of their comfort zones to present them with a major challenge.

I remember saying just a month ago that the agency wouldn’t put me on shows like this... and yet, look where I am. Slapped in the face within a month.

Yoko Okino took a deep breath, feeling a little helpless.

Once an artist was tied to an agency, it was impossible to avoid being influenced by internal politics.

Having been in the entertainment world for years, she naturally understood the concept of "being offered up as fodder."

Maybe she’d gone too far lately, and it seemed like she was going against the agency. That would explain why her manager singled her out, and the company just turned a blind eye as a way to warn her.

If it weren’t for my Ren, I really would’ve embarrassed myself today.

It was just a pity that she had only received Ren’s power yesterday. That power had nourished her voice, giving her singing an inexplicable strength.

At the same time, her memory had improved greatly. Just by silently reading through the lyrics once, she could remember the entire song.

So, this stage was now her moment to shine.

"I’m ready."

"Alright! Since Miss Yoko is ready, let’s begin!"

The male host quickly responded, but his expression—clearly eager for drama—showed that he enjoyed the spectacle.

"Then let’s invite Miss Yoko to sing for us!"

"The song is titled Cruel Angel’s Action Program!"

Clutching the mic tightly, Yoko took a deep breath. Her voice rang out across the studio.

"Just like a cruel angel, boy, become a myth."

As the opening lyric played, the background music joined in.

The song wasn’t particularly loud, but the mic picked up her vocals with clarity, giving her voice the leading edge.

Though she was singing a genre she wasn’t used to, Yoko didn’t show any signs of struggle.

Her melodious and warm voice was like sunlight shining down on everyone in the studio.

Especially the line, "Young man, become a myth," caused several amateur guests to leap out of their seats in excitement.

"At this moment, the blue wind is gently knocking on the door of my heart."

As the music progressed, her warm voice grew stronger.

It was as if it illuminated the darkness within everyone’s hearts, stirring their blood and awakening a long-dormant courage deep inside.

Right on cue, a spotlight from above bathed Yoko in light, making her the clear focal point of the entire studio, like some cinematic special effect had been activated.

In this moment, Yoko was the sole protagonist. Everything else around her was just a backdrop.

Everyone watching the show was stunned.

They expected a fun segment, but no one imagined someone could actually turn things around like this.

Even though this wasn’t her strong suit, her seamless vocals, and the way she seemed to sing without even needing to breathe, made all the professionals on set remember her name.

And it wasn’t just the studio. All the viewers watching live on TV were frozen in place, staring at the popular idol—Yoko Okino—with blank expressions.

Her voice blended naturally with the music in her own style.

One song held the entire audience spellbound for nearly five minutes before they finally snapped out of it.

"OH!!!!"

At that moment, it wasn’t just the amateur guests shouting in the studio, but also the voices of all the viewers watching on TV.

"GO! GO! Yoko!"

Back at the Mouri Detective Agency, Kogoro Mouri had completely lost his mind.

Originally, he had become a fan because Yoko Okino was a beautiful idol. But now, he had another reason—her voice was truly stunning.

Even Edogawa Conan, who had never been much of a fan of idols, was left stunned for several seconds as he stared at Yoko putting down the mic on screen.

So amazing.

Conan, who always thought of himself as rational and couldn’t understand fan culture, felt like he finally understood it a little.

It was the theme song of an anime. And yet, when sung by a different person, it felt so incredibly different?

The original was good, but Yoko’s version made your heartbeat accelerate. It was like standing in sunlight, feeling the warmth seep into your skin.

The performance seemed to ignite something in him. Even someone as composed as him felt like his blood was boiling.

Just then, Ran walked out of the kitchen carrying a lunchbox.

She glanced at the TV and pursed her lips. Her reaction was subtle, but something felt off.

There was no need to say it. She already knew what was going on.

Ren had pulled Okino in as well.

When she saw Yoko at Ren’s house yesterday, she had already guessed this would happen.

And Ren had been right by Yoko’s side when she couldn’t control her emotions. That clearly showed their relationship was unusual.

But based on what she and Sonoko knew, it was almost guaranteed that Yoko Okino would eventually receive a diary.

Just like Aizawa Sakuya—already confirmed.

"Dad, dinner’s almost ready."

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

Ran set down the lunchbox and went to open it. Standing outside was a boy with dark skin and a baseball cap.

"Excuse me, are you delivering something for someone?"

"No, I’m looking for someone. I’m trying to find someone named Kudo Shinichi."

(To be continued.)