Miyoko Fan

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Miyoko no Naku Koro ni
Punishment Chapter (1st Arc)
Episode 3: Mistake

Fumie andMiyo entered the simple room where they slept. The other two girls who sharedthe room were there making something of a fuss. For the first time, Miyo lookedat them closely. One of the girls had light brown eyes and dark brown hair ofmedium length; she looked lively and cheerful, and the same age as Miyo. Theother child was had to be about a year younger than her. Her brownish-red hair wascut shorter than the older girl’s. Her eyes were big, round, and dark blue incolor.

As Miyo and Fumie entered, the older girl with the brown eyes was singing a song of some kind, reading the words off a battered sheet of paper. The younger girl ran around trying to snatch the paper back, blushing red and insisting that the song was no good.

  • Surprisingly, Miyoko befriends Naoko, but this seems to be a friendship of convenience, at least from Miyoko's point of view, as the both of them are interested in fashion design and fashion marketing.
  • Miyoko Hōjō mugshot Miyoko faces gender discrimination from the sous chef, despite being the heir of Hōjōrō. (Chapter 50) Miyoko as pictured in Alice Nakiri 's presumption among the possible candidates of the Elite Ten Council.
  • Miyoko Tanashi (田無 美代子 Tanashi Miyoko) is the main antagonist of Higurashi no Naku Koro ni. Feeling that her grandfather's research went ignored, she sought to prove it to the world and become revered as a god, taking the name of Miyo Takano and masterminding the Great Hinamizawa Disaster.

Miyoko Takaki was brought up bearing a power that was loved by many but hated by most. Separated from her friends she was brought up as a mature and respectful Takaki Vampire. But that's all about to change when Miyoko starts school at Cross Academy where she is reunited with old friends and fac.

“Oh, whatsong is that?” Fumie asked, suddenly losing the disapproving look she’d wornsince seeing Miyo. Now, the long-haired girl in the pink shirt looked eager toparticipate in whatever was happening.

“…Evenstill, I say there is magic in the soil!” That was the last line of the song,and the brown-haired girl sung it loudly before breaking into a fit of thegiggles.

“Oh, let mesee it,” Fumie said, trying to get a glimpse of the paper. “I can sing well,you know.”

The smallestgirl snatched the sheet of paper back. “You two are so mean!” she said,sweating and blushing. “It’s just poem I wrote and it’s not good enough to be asong! Besides, it’s mine, so you have no business taking it!” Her voice washigh, almost shrill.

“Alright,alright,” said the brown-haired girl with an adorable smile. She stopped herlaughter and gave the younger girl a pat on the head. “I didn’t mean any harm,Sayu-chan. I’m really impressed that you wrote a pretty poem like that. I wasonly laughing at my terrible singing voice, butchering it so badly.”

“Well, itseems I missed all the fun, then.” Fumie said with a mildly disappointed look.She caught the eyes of the two girls and indicated Miyo. “I brought the girllike you asked. There was nothing to worry about. Ebina punished her lightly.”

“That’s goodnews,” said the brown-haired girl. “Thanks, Fumi-san. And Miyoko-san, nice toofficially meet you. Wow, you’re pretty. Look at that blondish hair! Oh, I’msorry.” She calmed down somewhat. “My name is Eriko. The lovely little poethere is Sayuri, or Sayu-chan. You met Fumie already. Don’t think that she’susually such a grump. She’s just a little jealous of you, probably.”

“I am notjealous at all,” Fumie muttered.

“Anyway, noneed for honorifics — you can just call me Eriko. May I call you Miyoko?”

Miyo didn’trespond right away because she was honestly overwhelmed. Not five minutes ago,she’d been bound with ropes and burned with a lit cigarette in a darkstoreroom. But now, here she was with three other girls who were full of lifeand expression, in a room temporarily lit up by the evening sunset. Eriko couldsmile so genuinely even in a place like this. Miyo didn’t understand it. Thesudden change caused a bit of dissonance at the very least.

“It’s alright,” said the youngest girl, Sayuri, with the slightest of timid smiles. “Miyoko-san, Eri-san and Fumi-senpai are nice girls. We’re not trying to trick you or confuse you or anything. I couldn’t speak for a while after Hosoda gave me the Goose Penalty on my first day. But thanks to Eri-san, now I can talk again.”

Miyo lookedat Eriko again, starting to think she must be some kind of angel. Shaking offthe thought, she said, “Sorry about that. I was just a little overwhelmed. I usuallygo by Miyo, like in school and wherever.”

“Then you’reMiyo-chan!” exclaimed Eriko, and she gave the new kid another dazzling smileand a pat on the back.


Already wornout by the relative intensity of the situation, Miyo turned away. Fumie andEriko chatted avidly about something, but she wasn’t listening. Miyo laid outher light, thin, and ragged futon, and brusquely threw herself down it, facingthe wall rather than the other three girls. They, in response, fell silent fora moment.

“I heard youskipped dinner and that’s why you got the Smoked Bird penalty.” It was Fumie’svoice. “Well, listen, new girl. You’re coming to breakfast with the three of usin the morning. If you keep lying around and staying sick and depressed,someone much worse than Ebina will get his hands on you.”

With greateffort, Miyo sat up again and faced Fumie, Eriko, and the quiet little Sayuri.“Thank you all,” she said in a low voice, with the best excuse for a smile shecould manage. “I look forward to breakfast tomorrow.”

After breaking their fast together the following morning, Miyo and her new acquaintances were allowed to play outside in the property behind the main house. Ebina was assigned to supervise them. It was a fine day outside, quite warm and sunny, with a slight breeze. The trees looked elegant, the grass felt soft, and there were several kinds of beautiful little wildflowers here and there. Miyo found her spirits lifted despite her recent loss.

For a while,Miyo felt more alive and really did have fun, playing tag with the other girls,and then laying in the grass under a maple tree and playing Shiritori. She evendozed off for a few minutes in the warm, fragrant grass. When she woke, Miyosaw Eriko and Sayuri kneeling and admiring some late-blooming tulips. Erikoexplained that she secretly stole the bulbs and planted them here in a minigarden. Sayuri looked happy and so at peace as she caressed the yellow andorange flowers gently.

Miyo wantedto join her, but her mood was instantly ruined when she saw Sayuri push up herlong sleeves to avoid getting them dirty; her arms were covered in scars andburn-marks. The rage and hatred that Miyo felt when talking to Ebina theprevious day returned. So she shot a glare at Ebina, who stood a few yardsaway, writing on paper and a clipboard.

“Don’t glare like that,” said Fumie. She came from around the other side of the big maple tree. “Glaring daggers will get you as much trouble as talking back to the staff, you know.”

Turning toface Fumie, Miyo planned to give some kind of snarky reply, but she stoppedshort. The modified pink towel that Fumie usually wore for a shirt had beencast aside because of the warmth. Underneath, the long-haired girl wore asleeveless and battered off-white shirt. There were old bloodstains on it.Bruises covered Fumie’s bare arms as well as her lower legs where she hadrolled up her long, loose pants to stay cool.

“This isunacceptable,” Miyo murmured, just loud enough so Fumie could hear. “Are allthe kids here so bad off?”

“What areyou talking about?” Fumie asked, blushing just a little. “Things have beenslowly improving. As long as we can keep Hosoda under control, life here willget even better. The night before last, I got beaten with a stick, but look.There are only bruises, and they’re pretty light. No fractures. Nothingtwisted, crushed, or broken.”

Fumie heldup her left hand, which she often covered by folding her arms and tucking herhand under one arm. Three of the fingers on it were disfigured and crushed. Thebones would never straighten out or heal properly ever again. Apparently, thatwas not uncommon for the “penalties” here. Seeing this made Miyo completelylose it. She stomped over to where Ebina was scratching away at her papers witha fancy ball-point pen.

“You won’tget away with treating us like this!” the child cried, trembling with ire. “Thisis evil! You’ll pay for it one day. You and all the other terrible people here!”

“Oh I’msorry,” replied Ebina with biting sarcasm, “would you prefer to be locked inyour rooms all day and yelled at by a huge man anytime you laugh or sing? I cansend you back inside.”

“So you’reallowed to have a nasty attitude and we’re not, even though we’re the onesbeing abused?!” Miyo screamed, clenching her fists. “Tell me, how many timeshave you burned Sayuri? Three times? Six? Did you know Fumi-senpai got beatenblack and blue? I bet you looked the other way and let it happen. You big,stinky bitch!”

Instead ofbeing dismissive or sardonic like usual, this time Ebina looked truly angry,grim, and menacing. She walked toward Miyo until she was standing less than afoot away. And then she shot out her hand to grab the angry child.

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Miyo dodged.She spun around and put her everything into a kick right at the shin of Ebina’sright leg. The tall woman stumbled, and caught herself in a kneeling position.Her clipboard came apart and her papers went flying away in the breeze. Miyostill wasn’t done. With her enemy finally at a level with hers, the child slappedEbina’s face as hard as she could. She might have next tried to punch her inthe nose, but suddenly, Miyo realized Fumie and Eriko were behind her,screaming at her to stop. At last, they caught her arms and held her back.

“We’re sorry!” Eriko exclaimed loudly, as Ebina slowly stood up and dusted off her dirtied grey skirt. “It was my fault for not teaching the new kid how to act! She’s really sorry, too!”

“It was myfault, as well,” said Fumie, bowing her head and forcing Miyo to do the same. “See?We’re all very sorry.”

“That won’t cut it this time.” Now Ebina’s face looked hateful and cold. She grabbed Miyo by the hair and started dragging her away as she kicked and screamed insults. “No matter how well the rest of you cover for her,” Ebina said, looking back at Eriko, “this child needs to be punished. She’s gone too far. I’ll make sure she gets a real penalty this time. I’m taking little Miyoko to the Master of Penalties himself.”

To Be Continued

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Previous Installments
Punishment Chapter (1st Arc)
Episode 1: Sudden Tragedy
Episode 2: Sky House

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Enchantments Chapter (5th Arc)
Episode 3: Nature’s Force

“Miyoko Tanashi,” said Frederica to the young girl, “Do you wish to avoid pain and suf –“

“Shut up!” screamed Miyo, on her knees on the hard earth path behind her house. It was the start of the 9th world, and the girl was crying pitifully. She sobbed and sobbed, rocking back and forth, while tears flowed down her little cheeks. “Just shut up, you goddamn Witch!” she yelled at Frederica. “I don’t want to hear that question again. I don’t want to go through another of your cruel worlds again. I don’t want to die! I give up! You win! I’m broken. Aren’t you satisfied yet?”

Frederica got down and sat on her feet a few inches from where Miyo was crying on her hands and knees in the dust. “I am not satisfied yet,” she answered, and her voice seemed just slightly less disdainful than usual. “What I have in store for you is much more satisfying than this. But I’m curious. Why are you trying to give up now? No death is easy or free of pain or fear. But you expected to die in the previous world. You mentally prepared for it. You saw it coming. So why?”

Miyo couldn’t expect the Witch to understand. Frederica was a cold and detached person, who operated on a system of logic; but Miyo’s grief was irrational and sentimental right now. She wasn’t crying because her of her sudden death in the eighth world; she cried for the person who died inside her over the course of all the worlds so far. Miyo’s old self was dead. She was forced to fully realize this when, a few minutes ago, she noticed she no longer cared about trying to save her parents. They were guaranteed to die in any world.

The original Miyo had been a young idealist, who had a fierce fighting spirit and believed strongly in altruism and defending what was right. Her capacity to feel emotions had been deep — even hyperactive, perhaps. What about now? Miyo was actually already “over” being suddenly stabbed to death by Ebina. She didn’t care that she hadn’t warned Eriko about her escape plan failing, or about Hosoda’s likelihood of murdering her. And she didn’t care about trying to save her parents.

Miyo now viewed these repeating worlds as a game — a challenge she was determined to win. Honestly, she wanted to dive straight into things and perfect her magic just in time to beat this ninth world. There were no emotions like sadness, fear, guilt, or regret on her mind. That’s why Miyo had paused to cry. It might be the last time she ever cried like a human again. She had to grieve her old self, who was dead. From now on, she’d embrace the fact that she was a different existence with a different personality.

Wiping away her tears, Miyo looked into Frederica’s eyes. She told the Witch, “It doesn’t matter. I’ve moved past it already. Let’s just say I was crying because I was saying goodbye to someone once and for all. Now, you goddamn Witch, this game starts for real.”

Frederica smiled, and it was a beautiful smile. “That’s more like it,” she said.

A day later, in the late morning, Miyo was already in Sky House’s chapel, demonstrating her magic for Kashima. Tossing two dice into a bowl, Miyo flipped it over, and then moved it around in a circular motion on the surface of the wooden pew. The magician’s trick required her to sneak a third die into the bowl from her sleeve as she lifted it up. But this time, Miyo recited part of Sayuri’s song in her head, and willed herself to believe in pure and absurd magic. She felt a strange shiver go through her, and went she lifted up the bowl, a third die had appeared. It was black with silvery dots, and had landed on a four.

“Well done,” said Kashima. “That’s actually quite impressive. You created an item out of magical energy and made it appear right where you wanted it. This die,” he said, examining it, “will disappear and cease to be if you dismiss it, renounce its existence, or try to figure out what it’s made of. It isn’t the same as creating a physical die with a stable existence.”

“I don’t give a damn about technicalities like that,” Miyo huffed at the Demon. “I performed a magic trick with real magic, and I can do it reliably. So, tell me how to make a useful spell.”

“I can’t tell you what manner of spell to use or what its effect should be,” Kashima answered with a shrug. “That would count as working against my master, Bernkastel. However, I can tell you about a process that’s useful for activating your desired magic. In other words, a simple beginner’s way to make a spell. Your current way of activating magic would be fine if you had dozens of Sayuri’s songs, but I doubt you do. You need another way. What do you think I mean by that? What would be a way to activate our magic?”

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“Something like a signal,” Miyo hypothesized, after a minute of thought. “Something that I only say, use, or do to trigger magic. And there should probably be multiple steps.”

Kashima nodded. “You catch on quickly now. This is one way in which the concept of ‘magic words’ came about. Think of some words or syllables you like and craft them into a sentence with a tone of command. Also, to strengthen it, add this for your second step. Draw from the sources of magic around you. You learned to try seeing magic in different places, yes? Suppose you are near some beautiful wisteria, and you say ‘magic word with power of wisteria.’ This way, you’re calling on the flower’s magic to increase your spell’s chances of working. And of course, it only works if you fully believe in the magic within you, within your words, and within the sources around you.”

“I don’t need a magic gem or a wand or anything?” asked Miyo dryly.

“Those are other ways that help you activate magic, yes,” Kashima told her. “But a stone needs to ‘charge up’ to start working. It would take a while to imbue it with enough of your magic to be reliable. And a wand requires special materials made by powerful beings. Just work with words and the power of your belief for now. Also, keep working on those magician’s tricks so you can perform more of them with real magic.”

That was the end of the advice Kashima would offer. After that, he demanded to have an hour to “play” with Miyo. World hardest game 4 unblocked. When Miyo stumbled and crawled back to her room, she had at least a dozen small cuts, and though they’d already stopped bleeding, they stung to no end. Any kind of movement hurt like hell. It was the jaguar claw penalty.

The ‘magic words’ that Miyo decided on were, “Magic is my core; X, eleven, and four!” The X was there so she could put in the name of the magic source from which she drew power.

She already knew what kind of spell she wanted: one for invisibility. On the night of the escape, once she was in the woods, Miyo would become invisible. That way nobody could catch her on the way to the telephone booth. As for making the phone work, Miyo would do as she had in a few of the past worlds, securing a ten yen coin in advance and keeping it on her at all times. For practice, Miyo tried making small items invisible, such as dice, coins, and flowers. She was reliably successful by the morning of day three.

Just like in the fourth world, Miyo cooperated with Eriko, Sayuri, and Fumie to form an escape plan. Miyo and Sayuri got a hold of the key. Eriko dug a hole under the fence outside and cut away a few of the wires. Fumie made certain that Ebina was on their side — or at least on her side. She didn’t seem to know that Ebina planned to go out looking for escapees the following morning, but Miyo knew. It didn’t matter, though. She just had to made a call and talk to Dr. Takano during the night. Then she’d win the game, even if Ebina still found her in the morning.

The four girls attempted executed their escape plan well, mostly thanks to Miyo, who knew what to expect, having lived this same night four or five times. Once in the forest, the girls split up. This would make them harder to catch, in theory. As rain began to fall and thunder rumbled, Fumie took Sayuri southeast, while Eriko ran to the south. Miyo went west. She felt to make sure the ten yen coin was still with her, and it was. So the girl ran till she reached the base of a cliff she remembered from before. Looking up at the sides of the cliff, with its huge boulders and packed earth, Miyo saw a miniature waterfall forming from all the rainwater. It gave her a sense of wonder. That meant it was time.

“Magic is my core,” shouted Miyo; “Cliffside, Eleven, and Four!”

To her surprise and joy, the spell worked. Miyo could no longer see herself. It was only a temporary effect at best, but for a while, the girl would be truly invisible! She felt empowered and hopeful. But those feelings only lasted a moment. Just as Miyo took off running, she heard terrible cracking, crashing, and crumbling sounds as terrifying as the thunder. Mingled with it was the sound of water flowing, loud as a river all of the sudden. Whatever the source of those sounds was, it was rapidly approaching. Frightened, Miyo paused, but was unable to determine from which direction the noise came.

Heedlessly, she ran onward, until she reached what should have been the dirt road leading to the payphone. Instead of a road, though, there was a stream. Thunder crashed and lightning lit up the scene. Mud and water churned and swirled dangerously as it flowed southwest. It carried with it rocks, roots, and leaves, and branches. The road was completely flooded. Miyo stopped to consider what to do next; she wasn’t giving up. But at that moment, the source of the crashing, cascading sound appeared: a huge mudslide. It swept over Miyo before she could even move, washing her away.

In the ninth world, Miyoko Tanashi died from being crushed by the force of the heavy mud and the tons of rocks and gravel mixed with it. Her invisibility mad e no difference.

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Previous Installments
Punishment Chapter
Episode 1: Sudden Tragedy
Episode 2: Sky House
Episode 3: Mistake
Episode 4: Witches’ Tea Party

Betrayal Chapter
Episode 1: Companions
Episode 2: Their Plan
Episode 3: Eriko
Episode 4: Fumie
Episode 5: A Nameless Penalty

Desperation Chapter
Episode 1: Hope
Episode 2: Memories
Episode 3: Lambda

Escape Chapter
Episode 1: Sky House Staff
Episode 2: Let’s Talk
Episode 3: The Spy
Episode 4: Magic
Episode 5: So Close
Episode 6: New Rules

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Enchantments Chapter
Episode 1: Passing Worlds
Episode 2: Fairy Dust