mtl008 Chapter 230 Act 1, End
Chapter 230 Act 1, End
Things turned out to be somewhat beyond Kashiwa Sanhui's expectations.
Even though the five people on the stage were wearing masks, Ichiri and Xiangzi beside them couldn't tell who was who until they reminded themselves - are the Japanese people in this world under some kind of blinding buff? Their hair wasn't covered at all, and you could tell who was who just by looking at their hair color!
But that's not the point. The point is that the little bastard Mortis is actually practicing guitar well, which is completely different from the slacking state that Yili told herself. The seven-string guitar is like a third hand in her hand, which she can use with complete ease, just like her own body. There is a tendency for her to surpass Mana's keyboard and Hailing's bass in leading the rhythm... Although for a band, it is not a good thing to go beyond the plan.
When we came to our senses, the music had entered the calm before the storm - Sunflower's originally intense keyboard performance suddenly slowed down, and the orchestral music created by the effects pedals poured in like the sound of the wind, and the sad piano sound stimulated the audience's hearts.
[Energy cycles back and forth, now weightless]
[Symbolic parade looking up at the moonlit night]
[pleteness]
[Ah—hold high the lamp of life]
This short interlude with a hint of sacredness soon ended. As Marigold raised the pick in her hand and sang loudly like a declaration, the whole song reached its climax of lightning and thunder. In the eyes of Kashiwa Sanhui, the puppets that showed half of their faces always had a bit of hideousness and shouting, and their excitement reached its peak.
[KiLLKiSS judy KiLLKiSS jude KiLLKiSS juda 暗天过海]
[KiLLKiSS judy KiLLKiSS jude KiLLKiSS juda hug tightly]
[What a defenseless act! Sweet playfulness ruined in an instant.]
[How ridiculous——]
The drumsticks on the drum set almost left afterimages, the notes created by the two seven-string guitars were as elegant and passionate as sonnets, the lead singer sang with all his might, the keyboard connected the puppets on the stage together, and the bass was breathing heavily and powerfully on behalf of the instruments.
A quick song, with lyrics that are almost prayers, with Marigold crying out, does not show the divinity that the puppets have collectively created, but rather a desire for life – a declaration of becoming human!
An impeccable performance—thinking of this, Kashiwa Sanhui did not hesitate to give his applause and praise, blending into the cheers and applause of the 5,000 spectators, and continued to applaud for nearly five minutes while Hinagiku celebrated the end of the song like a poem.
The puppets also stood there, closed their eyes and enjoyed the applause that lasted for five minutes - it was a success.
Ave Mujica succeeded.
Marigold was very happy that Daisy lived up to her trust. Although she was a little clumsy and stuck at the beginning, she quickly adjusted herself and was almost at the same level as when they first met. The last gear of the Galaxy Battleship also proved itself.
He turned his head slightly to glance at his beloved teammates... Four pairs of eyes with different expressions were looking at him at the front of the stage at the same time, expressing each person's feelings.
But let’s put all the laughter and tears off until tomorrow. What we need to do now is to complete our stage play. Only when we take off the masks backstage can the puppets become human beings.
"Now that we have received this Judas' kiss," Marigold danced with exaggerated ballet steps before the crowd that had gathered silently. "Our lives have begun as a sacrifice and a debt. In just five days, we will return to the coffin. The bright moon will be obscured by dark clouds, and the puppet will die."
Phalaenopsis: "Let me die. I hope for a more beautiful kiss, to give new life to our souls... and the truth."
Higanbana: "Have we not already gained some truth? Let us declare this truth and announce our name to our guests—my name is Timoris."
Timoris took the lead, and the puppets linked their arms, and the curtain began to slowly close.
"Marigold, named Doloris."
"The name of Daisy is Mortis."
"My name is Amoris."
"Finally--" At this time, the curtain had almost been completely drawn, leaving only the shadows of Sunflower's charcoal black skirt and the Prussian blue keyboard.
"I, Fideris, invite all guests to rest for a while. We puppets will soon present a more grand spectacle... until the moon no longer shines."
……
The next day was Monday.
"Good morning... Ugh! Who are you!?"
Aiyin came very early today. The visual impact of yesterday's performance was so great that the girl stayed up all night studying the costumes, but after seven or eight hours of hard work, she didn't produce any results.
I was lying on my seat catching up on some sleep with a headache, when I suddenly heard some movement at the table one mile behind me. I was about to pretend to be alert and say hello to maintain my socialite persona, when I saw that... figure sitting at the seat one mile behind me?
Whether or not she's a human being, let's not talk about it for now. Why does Yili look even more haggard than me? Hey! I'm the one who's been staying up late!
"Aine-sama... Good morning. I thought I wouldn't see the sun today."
Aiyin smiled awkwardly, seeing that it was still early outside and there were not many people in the classroom, so she quickly took off Ichiri's school uniform while no one was paying attention... not taking this opportunity to do anything shameful.
It’s just that wearing the school uniform backwards is something that even I, a Tokyo anon, can’t figure out. I’d better change this ridiculous outfit quickly, otherwise it will become a laughing stock if there are more people around.
"What's wrong, little Pochi? Who bullied you? Or is Pochi-chan not feeling well? Do you want to go to the infirmary... No, no, Ko-chan is not at work yet."
It's eight o'clock in the morning.
Alas, lazy and inefficient governance, alas, inaction.
"I'm fine, Aine. I was just captured by Hatsuka-sama yesterday."
Among the current trending search terms on the Internet, eight out of ten are related to Ave Mujica. It is hard to say that Chuhua's agency has not made great efforts - but the term that ranks first is not about an Ave Mujica member, but a magnified and specially processed backstage photo.
The protagonist of the photo is Iri who is holding a guitar. He is completely unaware that the camera is facing him. He is looking at Doloris who is doing military training with a silly look on his face, and his expression is somewhat gloating.
For a time, all kinds of rumors that the mercenary Luna and Endless crychic were on the verge of disbanding were rampant - but this had little to do with Aine who stayed up late to look at clothes.
"You bastard! Don't bully Yili!"
What's the fuss?
Aine temporarily stopped changing Ichiri's clothes and turned back to look at the inexplicable voice - ah, it was the delinquent leader from last time.
The man almost ran to Yili's side, a bad guy... Actually, it's not quite appropriate to call him a bad guy now. He is clean now, wearing his school uniform properly, and his hair is dyed back to black and tied into a childish pigtail. Now he is a good and lovely student.
In short, the former delinquent in front of him suddenly stuttered when he saw Ichiri's confused look, his face flushed. After struggling for a long time, he mustered up the courage to speak loudly:
"Ichiri-kun! Please join our band!"
Yili:oO?
"You're...working as a mercenary now, right? Helping out in several bands or something...we can pay you!"
Aine: Oo?
"How much can I pay you to come... 200,000 yen is okay? This is all the pocket money I have this week... or do I need more? How much will Ave Mujica and the others give? What about Xiangzi and the others? I can pay double... no, triple, even five times is fine!"
This...isn't right?
Aiyin and Yili looked at each other, confused for a moment, and the boundaries between money and money suddenly became blurred.
You know, even the rich girl Aine doesn’t have 200,000 yen in pocket money every month.
"Oh, that's right! Ichiri-san, I really hope you can come! I... one million yen! This is all the money I have this month, I really can't have more! If you want anything else, I can do anything!"