Taking stock of healing the world and making the protagonist cry in depression

Following.

The competition will come.

It’s like fate.

With the same number 265 as in Mozart’s Little Star Variations.

Carrying the stars that sparkle overhead.

The boy embarked on a journey.

Daylight Star.

Encounters with the past.

His musical competition began.

……

Players who are not popular with young people.

A person who can only play according to the score.

Only the teenager who will get the first place.

Naturally hated by young people.

Human metronome.

Contest Expert.

Mother’s manipulation doll.

Slave to the score.

The name of Arima Gongsheng is already notorious.

But.

There are still people looking forward to it.

Last year’s national winner.

Even if it is to push away the opportunity to go abroad.

Even if you give up competing for the Chopin competition.

Someone has to insist on chasing and insisting on coming here.

Insist on sitting on the stage, insisting on the player.

Samurai of Aiza.

For the sake of Arima.

For the Arima Kosei, who disappeared for two years.

His goal was not the World Series, nor was it Chopin.

But… The one who will always be the first is Kosheng Arima.

Play.

Immerse yourself.

Nervous.

There are a lot of emotions.

Honestly face to face with music.

A tenacious will to fight fear.

Solid, unshakable fundamentals.

This is Chopin, the Phase.

What you want to convey, what you want to chase.

During the two years, he worked hard to chase the boy who was born in Arima.

I played it and finished it.

Cheers.

Resonance.

The heart that was conveyed.

It was transmitted to Arima Kosei through a recording device.

“It’s all because of you.”

“The samurai can become so powerful because of you, Arima Gongsheng.”

Ikawa Emi said.

This is a moving girl who is influenced by Arima Gongsheng and insists on playing the piano.

“It’s all about catching up with you, that’s what his piano says.”

But.

She is different from the Samurai of Aiza.

Aiza samurai, Ikawa Emi, Arima Gongsheng.

Absolute figures who have controlled the top three.

Of course, there is always Ma Gongsheng who holds the first.

But she’s different from Samurai Aiza.

She has her own chase.

Inner thoughts.

Today, she is going to play in front of Arima Gongsheng, who has disappeared for two years.

Red dress, long black hair.

The black piano and her make people feel that no one can stand out.

Slightly excited.

The mood of the heart….

It’s about to be played.

“Winter Wind”.

Chopin’s Etude in A minor (Op. 25 No. 11) is one of the most technically difficult and lengthy concert etudes of Chopin’s etudes.

The tune, which is also known as “Dead Wood” by most people, was played.

Beautiful piano sound.

The sound of the piano is full of emotion.

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The emotions contained in it filled the entire venue with the girl’s performance.

Chasing.

But it was played with emotion.

Unlike the Samurai of Aiza, it is absolutely impossible to be the same.

She sat here to deny Arima’s performance.

No matter how many times, no matter how many times it is, no matter how many times it is covered in bruises.

She had to deny the Arima Gongsheng who played for the competition.

Red and yellow.

The scene filled the entire venue.

The whole venue was completely immersed in the performance of this 14-year-old girl.

Complaining, but praying.

The figure that I once longed for.

What she wanted to see was the Arima Kosei, who made people listen to it as if they were becoming a pianist.

Red and yellow, withered yellow maple leaves faintly floating in the air.

It was her anger.

It’s her loneliness.

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

That’s it, pass it on!

Entrust your feelings to the performance of music.

Deafening cheers.

Crowd clapping excitedly.

This is the music of freedom.

The girl left peacefully.

The afterglow hidden in her body made her body tremble.

is communicated.

Arima Gongsheng, who heard the music, silently clenched his chest.

Twisted, restless….

Looking forward to….

It’s a very different piece of music.

The music that these two people reverberated in their hearts, the emotions hidden in their bodies.

The figure of the two.

The tenacity of the Samurai Aiza, the anger and loneliness of Ikawa Emi.

And, all passed on.

Uneasy….

Nervous….

Afraid.

Complex.

With this complicated feeling, he stepped onto the stage.

A familiar stage.

A familiar glow.

Someone who broke in suddenly, sitting at the piano.

Mother….

You can’t go wrong.

Sitting in a wheelchair with an infusion tube inserted in his body.

For the black and white shrouded… Mother….

In the spotlight.

She seemed to be waiting for herself.

Fear, nervousness, fear.

Uneasiness was ringing.

Scenes from the past emerge before our eyes.

Seriously ill mother.

I once blurted out cruel words.

Nothing prevented.

He stopped, scared of the black and white world.

The crowd in the audience.

Lots of people full of anticipation.

are waiting.

Finally, he stepped forward and sat down at the piano.

Fingers flow from the piano, but they are full of numbness.

Pressure, unprecedented pressure appeared.

Even the piano in front of me seemed a little blurry.

Smooth cuts, and you can still hear the sound of the piano.

Mechanically according to the notation.

The performer, who wants to make a change, hears a voice in his ears.

“Just play it like this.”

“A virtuoso should be a mirror of the score.”

“And you can’t win without that.”

“You’re going to continue to win first place for your mother, right?”

“Gongsheng…”