Game Market 1983

“How do you know that? ”

“Because I cleared it to All S rank. ”

Nakamura asked me, expressing a shy expression for a moment.

“You cleared to All S rank? Kanna, how could you? ”

In fact, it's not hard for Nakamura to make such a fuss.

I also repeated the rehearsal mode so that I could clear all the plays to S-rank. Repetitive practice is important to get rid of a single play.

It was also part of the same application when dealing with real instruments.

When I looked at the rhythm bar carefully from the beginning, I suddenly thought,

‘You should not simply look at the rhythm bar with your eyes and adjust the timing. ’

The moment I chased him down with my eyes. It was because I felt a slight twist.

There, this is purely my guess, but this is the director of Kang Jun-hyuk who created this game...

"I deliberately misplaced the rhythm bar..."

In fact, no matter how well the rhythm bar was timing at a few points, there was a time when the Good timing, not Perfect timing, would appear. Work with a slightly strange feeling

When the cracks loosened a bit, I could immediately see the Perfect sign.

At that moment, I felt like going inside my head.

The protagonist's play was not just a rhythm game that only adjusted to the timing.

I felt that the ‘interpretation of the song’, which only the protagonist had, was prepared as if the actual musician was beating the keyboard with emotion.

From then on, I considered the flow and atmosphere of the song more important than the timing of the rhythm bar as far down as possible. Then, no matter how many times I repeated it, I started filling the song with S rank one by one, which was only rank A.

"The first time I hit Chopin, I'm not trying too hard to be as excited as I felt when I hit Chopin, but I'm relaxed..."

And the rest leave everything to the atmosphere that flows throughout the play.

Surprisingly, my fingers were moving naturally in response to the piano notes being heard over the earphones. After how many iterations, is it because the pattern is cooked in my hands?

Nakamura asked me who the real culprit was if I said Yukinozo Kaori wasn't the culprit.

I opened my mouth, grabbing a warm lemon to his question.

“That... I won't say it. ”

“Hmm? Why?? ”

“I don't want to take away Nakamura's feelings after clearing the game. But I can give you an easy hint to get an S rank in your playing part. ”

“What's that? ”

“Feel the music. Don't pay attention to the rhythm bar, focus on the protagonist's scenes and focus on the music to be perfect so you can reach the S rank naturally. ”

This may also be the intention of the creator, but there are too many devices to dazzle the player's eyes in the God-given part of the play.

Downhill rhythm bars and timing zones.

In addition, when I focused on the reminiscence scene at first, I often missed the note.

At first glance, the reminiscence scene with music felt very loving, but in fact, to play the rhythm game a little more efficiently, I could show it separately after playing it.

I tilted my head with an unfamiliar look on my words that told me to focus only on the music of Nakamura. At that moment, after opening the cafe door and finishing part-time, Maui approaches us.

“Have you been waiting long? Sorry, I'm late for my shift...”

“No, it's okay. I didn't know Nakamura was spending so much time looking at magazines. ”

“Kanna, are you a gift from God these days, or are you obsessed with that game? Is that so funny? ”

Mauri asked me to look back over the past month.

I closed my eyes slightly and opened my mouth smiling at Mauri, recalling the concertos of the five, including the protagonists from the last scene.

“Yes, I had a great time. And on the other hand, it's a very sad story...”

Just thinking about the last scene, it seemed like drops of tears would come to my eyes.

Then Maui, who was looking at my face, opened his mouth with a silly look.

“Hurry up?? Are you crying? ”

“Oh, can we just talk about the real ending? I'm really curious. ”

Nakamura snatches his head and starts cursing his hands.

“So far I thought I could clear any game, but I don't know what to do with God's gift." Especially since Satsuki-sensei and I have two pianos working together... ”

Looking at the Nakamura army, I wanted to show him the gin ending using the raon in my bag, but in the end I decided to endure it for him.

&

After dinner that night with Mauri, I returned home and took out my guitar in quite a while. Today is a resting day, and my father isn't home either. I carefully pulled out the guitar with the guitar case on the bed and ricocheted the rope.

When the clear guitar sounded in the narrow room, a smile was drawn on my mouth.

When I was a kid, my dad didn't really care that I was a singer's dream. But she was different.

Eventually, my mom secretly gave me a guitar, and my dad would sometimes leave the store, and my mom would sit next to me and listen to the guitar I was playing and look happy.

“That's amazing. My daughter. I've never been taught that song, but I can play it just once. It's not a Mozart...”

“Mozart? What is that? ”

“A genius musician in Austria. Your favorite song," Twinkle Twinkle Stars, "is actually a classic by Mozart. ”

“Oh, I know how to play that song. ”

“Really…? ”

&

Twinkle, twinkle little star...

I left the house with my guitar when I bounced the guitar strap in the room in my old memory with my mom.

The cold winter breeze in January lifted me up, but I always headed to the place where I used to play on the street, holding the handle of the guitar case tightly.

Because of the cold winter, no one performs on the street like last fall.

After a while, I found a record store near the station, and I opened the glass door and greeted the owner.

“Hey, mister!”

“Oh, Kanna, welcome. ”

“Mister, can I borrow an amp from the front of the store today? ”

“Yes…? Are you going to sing in this cold weather? ”

“Yes. Is it... not working? ”

“I don't mean to pry, but you'll catch a cold. ”

“I'll call you back in a minute. What?”

“I'd love to promote the shop, but the one in the circle... Wait a minute, then. ”

The man kicked his tongue at my request and entered the inside room of the store. After a while, he came out with a small stove and a chair.

“Mister, you don't have to do this...”

“Playing this and singing next to it is the condition of lending an amp. If you catch a cold singing, how sad would your mother be in heaven? ”

“Oh... thank you. Mister...”

“Seems like yesterday I bought a guitar with my mom holding my hand like this, and I'm already this big...”

He smiled gladly at me.

After a while, there was a small theater just for me in front of the record store.

The cold breeze on the street is still breezy, but the stove next to it doesn't seem to make your fingers hard at least.

I leaned against the door frame, smiling slightly at the man who was looking at me, and paused the steps of those walking busy by bouncing the guitar strap gently.

“Huh? Playing on the streets this winter? ”

“Let's take a quick look around. ”

Suddenly, I looked down at the people around me, lowering my head slightly.

He lit the fire.

It was my own ritual to light the candle in the little glass jar before the song began.

“I'm going to tell you the story of my ‘unforgettable love,’ which I wrote in my first song. ”

After clearing my throat for a moment, I immediately bounced the guitar strap and lifted my voice in the cold wind.

You look lonely, and I care why...

My heart turns towards you someday.

How can this heart be reflected in the mirror that you are...

I felt so happy only now that I was singing with all my emotions in my eyes closed.

When I opened my eyes after finishing my first song, twice as many people gathered in front of the record store to applaud and cheer.

The shop man was smiling brighter than ever with a satisfied face.

“Your singing skills are good, but your guitar has improved a lot. Do you go to guitar school these days? ”

“No. Do I have to say that I've learned more about the mood of the song and how it flows than just playing it correctly? ”

“Oh…? Not bad? Well, you certainly can't feel anything when you're playing it correctly. Who taught you that? ”

In his question, I just smiled slightly and bounced the guitar string again.

And then some of the audiences who recognized this song said, "Huh? ’I made a resilience.

“This song... where did you hear it so much? ”

“Really? What... I'm familiar with it. ”

“W-wait a minute. Is this real? The endgame of" Gift of God "? ”

“Huff!! It's real!!"

The record store owner tilted his head, but slowly nodded back to see if he liked the music.

When I first saw you...

I knew my love was sad...

It can't be done, it can't be done...

All by yourself.

&

After a few days, I snuck out of my dad's house and sang in front of the record store.

When it was time for me to come, the boss used to prepare a stove and a small chair in front of the store.

Whether singing lyrics to the endsong of God's gift became the talk of the PC communication community, more and more people started popping up in front of the record point every day.

Then one day.

I'm about to leave the house in a warm parka, and the phone rings.

When I picked up the phone surrounding the guitar case, I heard Nakamura's voice over the phone.

“Kanna... let me ask you a question. Is it true that the Gene Ending of the Gift of God you saw came after the negotiation of five characters? ”

“Yes, that's right. Have you seen Nakamura?”

“Uh... did you just...”

“How was it…? ”

“What the hell... After all, neither hero nor perpetrator was in the first place. The prayers of a genius musician with multiple personality disorder... what the...?”