Since she’d already made up her mind to hang out with her little cousin, Jill Young dove in with the intent to relax and have some fun. The last world had been nonstop battles, not to mention the whole life-and-death drama with Joan—her nerves had been stretched to the max. Now was the perfect chance to treat this like a vacation and unwind a little.
And so, the Miracle Club Grand Operation officially begins!
First things first—if you want to do a good job, you’ve got to have the right tools.
“Since we’re going full DIY, the old saying ‘a clever housewife can’t cook without rice’ definitely applies. We can’t skimp on tools or supplies. You’re a Force-wielder, right? Let’s use you as an example.” Jill Young gave Kathy Yang a once-over, then clapped her hands as she mapped out the plan: “Needles, thread, scissors, iron, sewing machine, serger—these are must-haves for making clothes. Fabric is the real MVP here, no cutting corners allowed. So, let’s go shopping.”
“Okay.”
And just like that, the three little ones set off with Jill Young leading the way.
They followed Jill Young through bustling streets and winding alleys, dazzled by the endless sights. Even though Jill slowed her pace, the three still had to jog just to keep up with her long, fast-moving legs. And all those tasks that usually take forever? Jill handled them like a breeze—so smooth, the kids could barely keep up.
Take buying fabric, for example—first, she zeroed in on the shop without missing a beat, then with a single glance, picked out the perfect bolt. One grab, and she had exactly the right length. A quick rip—zip!—not too long, not too short, perfectly straight, no frayed edges, didn’t even need scissors.
While the three were still lost in the wonderland of fabrics, Jill had already ripped and sorted all kinds of colors, paid up, and had everything ready to go.
Pop! Jill stuffed the fabric into a bag and tossed it to the chubby kid, then breezed out the door: “Let’s roll, next stop!”
The three tagged along, with the two boys lagging behind and whispering, “Who is this lady anyway? She seems super impressive.” “Did you see? Even the fabric shop owner was stunned—said she must be a pro at picking materials.” “Captain, you actually found such an awesome backup? That’s wild!”
“Mm... Ahem, yeah.” Kathy Yang nodded solemnly, putting on airs: “Of course, your captain’s got major skills. You’ll figure it out soon enough.”
“What are you mumbling about back there? Keep up!” Jill called out. “We’re just getting started, don’t be impressed yet—I haven’t even used one percent of my skills. Besides fabric, we still need dyes, patterns, designs, accessories. Next stop: let’s pick out some bling.”
“Okay!”
Through streets and alleys, Jill Young kept moving, shopping all the way, while also getting a real feel for what Jiping City was like these days.
As times changed, the once-booming DIY fashion market—the fabric and button shops—slowly faded from public view. People started buying ready-made clothes, and even if you needed buttons or thread, you could just grab them at the supermarket. The old accessory markets disappeared.
Even when you could find one, it was usually a factory supplying in bulk. If there was a storefront, they basically didn’t bother with retail customers. If you just wanted a few meters of fabric, the owner might barely look at you, like your tiny order wasn’t worth their time.
But lately, these low-cost little shops have started popping up again, and you see their signs in the wholesale markets. And now, no matter how much you buy, the shopkeepers are all smiles. With the economy in a slump and business tough, who dares turn away any customers?
In the big wholesale market, Jill Young kept up her efficient style. While the three kids gawked like tourists at a theme park, Jill had already zipped through, picked everything out, and paid.
“I’m not here to haggle, but you’ve got to let me borrow your sewing machine and electric iron for ten minutes.” Jill wasn’t the type to nickel-and-dime or fuss over prices—her straightforward attitude was even more decisive than most guys. The shopkeeper was swept up by her presence, and since it was no big deal, nodded in agreement.
“You two, go wait outside. You—come in.” Jill Young grabbed Kathy Yang and pulled her into the shop. “Close the door, and take off your clothes.”
Kathy Yang’s face instantly turned bright red. She clutched her chest, panicking: “W-what are you doing!”
“What do you think? I’m measuring you to make clothes, obviously. What else would I do? Quit fussing, or I’ll rip your shirt off myself—there we go... Well, look at you, starting to fill out a bit. Girls these days sure develop early.”
Outside, the two boys exchanged glances, suddenly feeling their noses itch and faces flush.
Actually, Kathy Yang only stripped down to her thermal shirt, but at that age, she was already blushing furiously. Not that it lasted long, because Jill Young was already hard at work.
With a flick of her left hand, Jill spread out the fabric like a matador wrangling a wild tiger. Her right hand swept up all the tools, as smooth as a cowboy drawing his gun.
She didn’t need rulers or paper—just stared at the cloth, eyes blazing, her mind racing through a thousand designs. For three seconds, she stood perfectly still, radiating a commanding presence. Like a master chef poised with a cleaver, or Wong Fei-hung facing off with a villain, complete with epic background music—this was the vibe of a true grandmaster.
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Everyone in the little shop—Kathy Yang and the owner alike—was stunned into silence.
A moment later, Jill Young’s eyes snapped open—thinking done, plan in hand!
Whoosh! With a flick of her left hand, the fabric soared into the air. Her right hand flashed—snip!—the tip of the scissors gleamed. Zing! Her eyes sparkled, and the scissors sliced through the cloth along the perfect line she’d imagined. Rip! With a crisp sound, the DIY fashion show was off to a dazzling start.
“Whoa——!” The little girl couldn’t help but clutch her hands to her chest, mouth forming a perfect O, eyes shining, hair practically standing on end. You couldn’t blame her for freaking out—right in front of her, Jill Young was spinning tools around like the Thousand-Armed Goddess herself.
One piece of fabric flew up, and bits and pieces rained down. Parts went up, half-finished projects came down. Needles, thread, decorations, tools—all fluttered around Jill Young like a flock of birds, but everything was perfectly organized.
Swish, swish, swish—pieces of fabric, big and small, sailed into the bin like rainbow-colored noodle strips. They stacked up neatly, then flowed right onto the sewing machine. Jill slapped the switch to max speed, and the sewing machine roared like a battlefield, wild and confident, never missing a beat.
Kathy Yang’s “Whoa——!” dragged on so long she squeezed every bit of air out of her lungs, but still couldn’t express how she felt. She paused, puffed out her chest, took a huge breath, then went right back to her “Whoa——!!” routine.
To her, this was pure magic. If you let your inner anime nerd run wild, it was just like those scenes where a chef sends carrots, onions, and cucumbers flying with a slap, then slices everything in midair, and it all rains perfectly into the pot.
Kathy Yang’s eyes turned into giant star-shaped crosses, glowing like crazy. Yep, as club captain, she decided—this big sis would make an epic cosplay!
While Kathy Yang was brainstorming ideas, Jill Young fired up the electric iron with a sizzle. Like a swordsmith quenching a blade, Jill’s moves were crisp and powerful—no hesitation, no second guessing, just pure precision and efficiency.
In no time, Jill tossed the iron aside, flicked her wrist, and the robe soared into the air, unfurling in midair before floating gently down over Kathy Yang’s head.
Kathy Yang stuck out her arms like a kid getting dressed by her parents—her hands slipped through the sleeves, the hood landed on her head, and everything fit perfectly. Wrapped in the still-warm, freshly ironed robe, she felt so comfy she almost wanted to hum.
As for the style—forget matching the movie, this looked way better. If the movie version was like a beginner’s freebie outfit, this one was so high-level you’d need to drop serious cash to unlock it.
This was basically a +9 legendary cosplay outfit!
“Well? Jill Young clapped the little girl to snap her out of it. “Way better than anything you’d buy online, right?”
“Mm... ah... ahem!” The little girl shook herself out of her daze, stubbornly turning her head away: “I-it’s... pretty good, I guess... The Miracle Club needs skills at THIS level, you know...”
Then, as if remembering something, she grabbed her ugly old robe, stuffed it under her arm, and dashed out the door.
Jill Young just laughed and followed her out. She gave the chubby kid and the mouse-headed kid each a playful smack on the head, punishment for trying to peek earlier. But the two boys were so stunned, they just clutched their heads and giggled, forgetting all about the pain.
“Alright, let’s skip the embroidery and patterns for now. We’ll finish everything first. Who’s next?”
“Me me me! Big Sis, pick me!” “No way, I’ve been in the club longer—Captain, back me up!”
“Ahem, silence!” Kathy Yang used the Force to shut her teammates up, her stern eyes making them bow their heads in shame. “As Miracle Club veterans, how can you bicker over something so trivial? Have you forgotten the teachings of the Force? Betrayed its principles?”
Then she turned to Jill Young, face serious, and made her final decision: “Forget them. My top ally, help your captain out first—make me a lightsaber! Um... you do know how to make a lightsaber, right?”
“Of course.” Jill Young nodded after thinking for a moment. “No problem—easy peasy.”
“Hahaha, the Force already told me you could do it!” Kathy Yang pulled out her old flashlight, gave it a look, then tossed it up with a shout: “Your captain never has to use this silly flashlight again!”
And then—bonk—the flashlight came right back down and smacked her on the head, making her clutch her head and wail.
For the rest of the morning, Jill Young led the three kids all over Jiping City, running errands and gathering supplies. By ten o’clock, they finally had all their cosplay props ready.
Mickey’s character was Sasuke from Naruto, complete with ninja belt, shuriken, and kunai darts—tricky, but foam and spray paint did the trick. Max’s role was Saitama from One Punch Man, and finding props for a bald guy was ridiculously easy.
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Only Kathy Yang’s lightsaber looked tricky, maybe needing some black-tech, but in the end, glow-in-the-dark materials worked just fine. As a master craftsman, Jill Young’s precision was off the charts.
At exactly ten, Jill Young and her three satisfied club members grabbed brunch at Pizza Hut.
The three poked and fiddled with their props, and the chubby kid kept turning his lightsaber on and off, totally obsessed. His eyes sparkled as he mumbled excitedly, clearly plotting a million awesome schemes. Meanwhile, Kathy Yang swung her legs, blowing bubbles under her blanket, then suddenly leapt up and waved her hand with gusto: “Alright, prep work’s done—now let’s tackle the Miracle Club’s mission!”
The two boys instantly threw up their hands: “Oh—yeah!”
“If you want to do a good job, you need the right tools—and now we’ve got them, so our mission’s bound to succeed!”
“Oh—yeah!”
“Come on, say it with me—our Miracle Club’s mission and purpose is: to make this world full of—”
“Wait, Captain, look!” Kathy Yang hadn’t finished when Mickey suddenly interrupted, pointing out the window: “Look, it’s those guys!”
Jill Young glanced over casually and saw a bunch of workers setting up a stage outside Pizza Hut, with a banner reading “Blessing Performance for the Victims.” There was also a group of kids hanging around the stage, gesturing and mumbling, clearly getting ready for a show.
Jill Young instantly figured out what was going on, then shot Kathy Yang a sly look—talk about running into your nemesis!
Sure enough, Kathy Yang’s face turned serious, arms crossed, her expression darkening: “It’s really them—the Force traitors, the Sith lackeys—Charm Society.”