“”

Bocchi’s eyes popped open. “A... a fan? From overseas?”

Roshi turned back to the band, his energy hitting 200%. “Listen, Ep 11 is where the legends are made. The school fest? The tension? The drip ? You guys are about to go crazy! Kita, keep that energy high! Nijika, keep the beat! Ryo... keep being a menace!”

“Ryo, please,” Nijika pleaded, pointing at the pink blob. “We’re on in ten minutes. Can you say something encouraging?”

Ryo looked up from her bass, expression as flat as a pancake. “If you die on stage, I’m keeping your Gibson.” Suddenly, the door didn’t just open—it erupted . “”