Chapter 28: A Twist of Fate, the magus' Celebration

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As the movie ended, with the melancholic music playing and the credits rolling, Shibamatsu couldn't help but look at the most prominent line in the credits—the work of director Shinji Matou.

"He's really amazing."

Shibamatsu said to his companions, "This movie he made is simply..."

Because the impression of the movie was too deep, and he had too many emotions, Shibamatsu couldn't find the right words to praise it.

In the end, he could only force out a sentence, "If he ever makes another film, I'll definitely go to the theater. He has changed my concept of movies. I used to think there was nothing worth attracting me to the theater other than actresses taking off their clothes."

"Me too."

One of Shibamatsu's female magus companions nodded, her eyes shining as she enthusiastically agreed, "The young master with the blue curly hair in the movie is the young master of the Matou family himself, right? He's really handsome and talented. I understand now why so many girls are fawning at him at the Clock Tower."

"Indeed. It was such a great movie..."

Shibamatsu stood up to leave the theater, but he suddenly stopped with a constipated expression on his face.

"Um... I was wondering... did any of you record the magical rituals from the movie?"

Finally remembering the task given to him by his family's elders, Shibamatsu's face was full of "trouble."

"I only recorded the beginning, and then...," another companion weakly raised her hand, answering awkwardly.

"How much did you write? Let me see... Tsk."

Shibamatsu, who had been expecting a lot, was immediately disappointed when he saw that the other person had only written less than half a page.

Not only Shibamatsu's group but also the other second-generation magus in the theater had encountered similar situations.

They had watched the movie with such excitement that they only remembered their elders' instructions after it ended, and now they all had the expressions of students who hadn't done their summer vacation homework.

"Did any of you actually write something?"

"If you have notes, could you please let me copy them? I'd be very grateful!"

"I'm from the Sōsaki family. Could someone lend me their notes? I'd appreciate it!"

...

Aoko looked at the chaotic scene in the theater and couldn't help but chuckle secretly.

"Hey, hey, Alice," she gently nudged her friend with her elbow, "what do you think these guys are here for?"

"Not my problem."

Alice pursed her lips, as if holding back a laugh. Then, she closed her notebook with a "snap."

"Such idiots," Aoko commented, "can't they just watch the movie again?"

The group of magus led by Shibamatsu, who were closer to Aoko, paused for a moment upon hearing her words. Then, they all nodded in realization.

"Since there's still plenty of time, let's watch it again."

Without waiting for his companions' agreement, Shibamatsu immediately made the decision for everyone.

"Please hold on to my things, I'll go buy tickets right away."

With that, Shibamatsu didn't even spare a glance for the cinema staff with the movie survey questionnaire. He pushed past the staff and rushed to the ticket counter.

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