241 – Hero
Kwaang─!
The viola falls into the wall of the stadium with a loud noise. The wall cracked like a spider’s web and then collapsed, so it looked like it could no longer be called a wall.
Boom!
Viola, who fell to the floor as if objects were falling, stumbled and barely managed to stand upright. For exactly ten seconds, she blinked her eyes as if she had lost her soul.
For a moment she couldn’t understand what had happened to her.
‘What happened?’
I can’t remember anything and I feel like all my senses are blocked. And everything comes back at once, like a flash of light passing by.
“Ah, ugh.”
She tried to straighten her back and straighten her posture, but her body refused to listen. She barely realized that she had been wronged as the pain returned to a level that she could not bear with the slightest effort.
‘Power…. Don’t go in….’
Her hand is still holding the sword, but she is not even consciously holding it.
It is just her instinct to hold her sword because she has been training with strength every moment, treating her sword as if it were a part of her body.
“Ha….”
Viola took a deep breath.
Her appearance had become so shabby that she could not even exert strength on any part of her body, but compared to her own mind, her body was rather clean.
She suddenly felt like taking a look at her surroundings. How will the audience watch this situation? What do you think when you look at me now?
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Viola moved here and there like a doll with her strings broken. She squirmed and straightened her posture, barely able to straighten her back with her strange movements.
Beepeee─
Tinnitus sounded in her ears.
Flan is currently doing nothing and just looking at the viola in a relaxed manner, but the melody he just played keeps ringing in my ears.
As I was going over them one by one, goosebumps appeared all over my body. The concept of the piece, the atmosphere, the corresponding melody…. She knew what a person who could think of a whole series of things at once was called.
“… “You’re a genius.”
Unlike other composers who worry about what people want to hear, Plan simply laid out his story in the form of notes.
She only talks about herself. In some ways, it seems like an easy task. It’s also something that feels like anyone can do it.
But she is confident that her story is the best. Also, how difficult is it to actually become the best?
‘There was no such thing as a coincidence.’
The trends that I thought had naturally continued since I started playing with Plan. The more I looked at them in detail, the more I realized it was not a coincidence.
“Ugh….”
My abdomen vibrated as if my stomach was being twisted, and blood leaked out of my mouth. My arms couldn’t move very well, so I couldn’t even wipe my mouth with my sleeve.
Viola’s unique ability.
This is not an actual sound, but rather an attack targeting the opponent’s internal injuries because it touches the nerves of the brain.
But right now, Viola was in a mess both physically and mentally, which meant that Plan’s attack worked that well.
─♬
Viola recalled in her head the melodies she had always liked. The ones who made her feel comfortable and smile no matter what situation she was in.
‘… Calmly.’
And they worked this time too. Viola felt her mind and body gradually becoming calmer.
As my field of vision, which had become infinitely narrow, widened again, I could see Flan standing perfectly across from me.
He was arranging the movements one by one, like a conductor preparing to leave after finishing a performance. The meaning of that movement was very clear.
This movement no longer belongs to the viola.
“Bill…. “f*ck you, damn you!”
Viola’s voice as she spoke was full of suppressed anger.
“How dare you…” .”
Shame? Shame? Shame? No expression in this regard could quite clearly express the current state of the viola. They are small compared to the present.
You are defeated by someone who has just entered the field you have devoted your entire life to. How should I express this? What.
Cracked.
Viola clenched her jaw so hard that it sounded like something was breaking. Flann’s expression was still calm, but her face gradually transformed into that of a demon.
“Should we continue?”
“….”
Viola did not answer Plan’s question right away. No, she couldn’t answer. She almost felt like an idiot for not answering quickly enough.
“She asked me if I was going to continue the fight.”
“Shut your mouth!”
Viola responded as if she was having a seizure. But it only sounded like a scared puppy’s threat, and she couldn’t take action now.
Flann doesn’t really raise her voice. Even so, she could hear everything from Viola.
“What good is music without an audience? “Is this the chivalry you’ve always thought about?”
“What?”
“If there is anyone who does not acknowledge your melody, I will suffocate him, and if he does, I will inflict defeat on him. It must have continued in that way. “Isn’t that so?”
“….”
Viola’s body trembled as she looked at Plan.
And Flan’s words are not yet over.
“So.”
His voice became low.
“Your music has never actually been good.”
An expression appears on Flan’s face. And Viola realized that it was a mockery.
“I can’t even be earnest enough to make music that somehow wins. I just did it the way I wanted to. Every time. Always.”
Viola’s body trembling became more severe.
Not good music. Music that doesn’t even require you to do everything to win. Just…. Music that the owner creates arbitrarily for his own enjoyment.
That was Plan’s evaluation of the viola.
“Let’s start again from the basics.”
“Do you want me to start over from the basics?”
“Okay. Doing it again….”
Viola opened her eyes wide at the shocking and incomprehensible words. However, Flann quietly raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
“… Luckily, that means you’re next.”
In other words, it was a declaration that he would give at least his life.
White energy began to gather in Flan’s palm. It didn’t have any special visual effects, nor did it make any special sounds.
“… !”
So, one by one, the people in the audience who had been dazed and unable to come to their senses came to their senses and began to be surprised.
Because, if what they think is right….
“Magic missile?”
Someone in the audience shouted.
Magic Missile. Basic combat magic that a wizard can learn first when he or she is just beginning to learn magic.
Easy to learn means, in other words, that its power is significantly lower.
But then.
Kugugugugu—!
The magic missile began to change its appearance.
The image that was well-known in everyone’s mind as the ‘magic missile’ is slowly being released. It started to explode and grow to a very large size.
The power of mana is contained in the white sphere.
The most basic but most important thing is engraved.
Its name is root.
Finally it left Flan’s hands. The magic missile, which had a quite different appearance from what others thought, was launched towards Viola like a violent wave.
“Pfft…” !”
Viola’s instincts responded quickly.
The hand that seemed motionless moved and swung the sword. He does his best to block the gray-white sphere that approaches his nose with his sword.
But Viola saw clearly.
The sight of one’s sword being broken like a twig.
Plap!
The sword breaks with a shabby sound and my vision turns white. In other words, basic magic means that it reaches the very root.
Magic Missile hit the viola brilliantly.
Quaaa!
A white explosion rose from the stadium. I barely managed to hold on to the thought that seemed like it was going to break, but I was in even greater pain because I couldn’t faint.
‘Ah….’
Defeat.
It was only then that Viola realized. She knew she was defeated.
Boom!
My hand was broken by one explosion.
Boom! Bang!
In the ensuing explosion, Viola eventually lost her sword.
Viola, who lost her sword, was just a delicate woman. The magic missile’s aftermath mercilessly destroys her body floating in the air.
The spectators in the stadium stood up from their seats all at once. No matter how dazzling or trembling I was, I should never miss this moment. If you made it this far!
Because now is the time….
“Wow!”
It was the moment when the winner of the stadium was decided.
In other words, it was also the moment when a hero was born.