The Sumire Hoshino Live Experience was unlike any concert Tokyo had ever seen. The stadium itself was a masterpiece of modern engineering, built with cutting-edge technology that merged virtual and real-world elements seamlessly.
Towering holographic billboards surrounded the stadium, displaying Sumire's past performances, interviews, and previews of her futuristic stage setup. Floating security drones patrolled the skies, scanning for any potential threats while broadcasting live footage to millions of fans who couldn't attend in person.
Inside, the atmosphere was electrifying. Thousands of people filled the massive stadium, each seat equipped with interactive screens that allowed fans to switch between live views, virtual reality enhancements, and real-time close-ups of Sumire's performance. The sheer level of immersion was beyond anything seen before.
Among the privileged few in the VIP section, Suneo, Gian, and Shizuka sat in luxurious, private lounge seats with exclusive catering and personal holographic displays.
Suneo leaned back, sipping on a premium fruit cocktail. "Ahh, this is the life!" he said smugly, adjusting his designer outfit.
Gian, who was usually rough and loud, couldn't help but be impressed. "This place is awesome! If I had a concert like this, I'd be the best singer in the world!"
Shizuka, though amazed, couldn't shake off the guilt she felt about Nobita not being here. She tried to enjoy the moment, but something about the way he had looked when they left kept bothering her.
Elsewhere in the front-row seats, Kemumaki and Yumeko were just as enthralled. The ninja boy smirked, feeling proud that he had brought Yumeko to such a grand event. "I told you this would be special," he whispered to her.
Yumeko nodded, eyes wide with wonder. "It's beautiful...!"
And then—
The stadium's lights dimmed, and an anticipatory silence spread across the crowd.
A single spotlight illuminated the center of the stage.
Then, with a soft hum, a shimmering holographic curtain materialized, displaying a breathtaking cosmic backdrop. The stadium's massive screen flickered to life, counting down the seconds to the grand entrance.
3…
2…
1…
A stunning cascade of golden light exploded across the stage.
And there she was—Sumire Hoshino, in all her glory.
Dressed in an elegant, futuristic outfit that glowed with embedded nanolights, she seemed almost otherworldly. As she moved, the dress's patterns shifted like liquid, creating a mesmerizing visual effect.
The crowd erupted into deafening cheers, voices blending into an ocean of excitement.
Sumire lifted the mic to her lips, her voice soft yet powerful.
"Tokyo… are you ready?"
The entire stadium shook with the roar of the audience.
And with that, the music began.
A symphony of electronic beats and live orchestration filled the air. Sumire danced gracefully across the stage, her movements perfectly synchronized with the holograms that flickered and shifted around her.
Fans waved their glowing wristbands in perfect rhythm, completely immersed in the once-in-a-lifetime experience.
But then—
BOOM! A Night of Joy Turns into Terror
A deafening explosion shattered the moment.
The impact rippled through the entire stadium, shaking the very ground.
Screams erupted as the stage's holographic displays glitched and flickered, throwing erratic bursts of color across the venue. The once-brilliant lights cut out, plunging everything into a state of darkness.
For a few heart-stopping moments, the only sounds were confused murmurs, the crackling of short-circuiting electronics, and the distant hum of emergency power generators attempting to restore order.
Then—chaos.
A series of loud gunshots echoed through the stadium.
Armed men in black tactical gear flooded the stage, moving with chilling precision.
Before anyone could react, they seized Sumire Hoshino, her terrified gasp barely audible over the panic.
Security guards rushed forward to intervene, but the attackers were highly trained and merciless. Within seconds, the guards were either incapacitated or forced to retreat.
From the darkness, a mechanically distorted voice rang out through the stadium's speakers:
"Stay in your seats, or you will not leave this place alive."
Panic spread like wildfire.
Suneo, frozen in fear, clutched onto Gian's arm. "W-What's happening?!"
Gian's usual bravado vanished, his face pale. "This… this isn't part of the show, right?"
Shizuka trembled, gripping the edge of her seat.
Meanwhile, Kemumaki instinctively reached for his ninja gear—but there were too many attackers. Even he knew that taking action recklessly could be a mistake.
People screamed, ducked under their seats, or tried to run, but the attackers had already locked down the stadium. Armed guards blocked all exits, forcing everyone to remain trapped.
For Nobita, watching from the outside on a giant screen, the moment of betrayal was instantly forgotten. His eyes widened in horror.
"Doraemon! Something terrible is happening!"
The robot cat beside him had already activated his sensors.
"This isn't just an accident, Nobita… this is a full-scale terrorist attack."
The concert that had started as a night of dreams and excitement had turned into a nightmare.