It's all one flower.

Riding in the winter breeze, the songs of peacetime reach the people of the city gathered here.

On an FM radio wave, a gentle tone of piano flowed from the radio.

This is the third live public broadcast in the city of Akant. Today is just the last day, and the audience packed several times more than the previous two.

The few people I hear in the front row came all three times, and the boy soldier Morph totally remembered.

... These guys are free.

The measles epidemic devastated several villages on the western side of Akant City.

It seems that villages with few survivors will be unable to maintain the effectiveness of their walls against demons and warcraft sooner or later. The villagers, who did not have to die of the plague, packed their bags and went to the city and places they knew.

Flowers harvesting dyes became wilderness with spreading weeds.

The village fields are desolate and we can't even expect wheat next year.

All the livestock became meat, and the wool could not be removed.

The western neighboring city of Myata also wore out with measles.

Materialists who have lost their companions will no longer be able to go to the mountains and woods to pick them, and will look pale even after the epidemic is over. Wars and plagues are delaying the arrival of materials, and even if you want to work, more craftsmen are not able to.

... I'm really busy.

In the city of Akant, life was saved thanks to vaccinations that were free.

Due to the devastation of the region of origin, the supply of materials is reduced and everyone thinks the same and the battle is fought, even as it is purchased from other cities. It's not the bullets that fly, it's the money.

Craftsmen who ran out of stockpiles could not work even with life, technology and work tools.

... You're running out of time.

Juvenile soldier Morph worked with several adults from mobile broadcaster Praether Massa to help gather information and announce the show, all over Akant city.

The dark faces I saw the first time I went, only during the live public broadcast, become brighter.

It's been on the air for two hours in the city so far, but here's the piano grandfather's live music, plus three hours.

The melodies I heard in the Ristover Autonomous Region struck my ear.

No matter how many times I listen to it, I'm thrilled.

The mobile broadcaster's truck stops in the front yard of the Akhant East Temple.

A splendid satin was laid under a simple tent for the monument, and an upright piano was set up. Much smaller than the grand piano I saw in that cafe, only about a bookshelf, but sounds good.

Grandpa's long finger ran the keyboard and played "Gods Holiday Choir Medley". Mike standing a little further away picks up a beautiful tone.

It's a song that lasts more than half an hour, but Morph wished it would have lasted much, much longer.

It's an old song that a long time ago, long before the birth of a pharmacist (dull) nephew or fisherman's grandfather, said he didn't even know about the piano.

Sensei and the funeral parlor old man say that in the days of the kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis, there was a holiday to thank all the gods who would believe in the kingdom territory.

That day he played this song without songs all over the country, including churches, temples and small shrines in villages, regardless of whether they were Kirkrus or Fraxinus.

A hymn of Kirkulus and a song celebrating the Fraxinus gods were knitted into a series of big songs.

The people of the Lacus Lacrimaris kingdom played in their favorite instruments, in the cities, villages, on the banks of the lake and at the foot of the mountains, regardless of the people of the land or the people of the lake.

Whoever did not have a single instrument, regardless of the powerful or powerless people, joined the performance with whistles and claps.

On this day, any King Lacus Lacrimaris Nation will be accompanied by a hymn sung by its neighbors in a place of faith as one song.

That was the holiday of the gods.

Long before the birth of the grandfather of the piano, the kingdom became a republic, and the holidays of the gods ceased to be for "freedom of faith".

Then there was half a century of civil unrest.

Today, the snowy gray-haired grandfather manipulates the piano by looking at thick scores and playing long songs by himself.

... The score, I heard it. It's a long time ago, but you can play it.

He also showed me the boy soldier morph, but I couldn't read it at all.

The temple's front yard is packed tightly with Akant citizens, and yesterday, there's so much enthusiasm that I don't think it snowed.

There is also a simple tent at the diagonal back of the track, where the manager of the café and the Chamber of Commerce meeting, the knitting master and the instrument hauling professional, who ran to the realization of live music, wait.

Morph seems to be one of those guys who's never heard of an instrument hauling professional, but who's great at the magic of lightening him up.

The one who lent me the little piano was my grandmother, who said she was a knitting master. Knit till this time, I can't rest my hands.

As people listened without wandering in, the last chord was sucked into the end of the year sky and disappeared.

The applause starts as I woke up from a dream. At first, the applause, which was small and negligible, gradually grew, shivering the winter air like thunder.

"What you have just heard is The Gods' Holiday Hymn Medley. The piano player from the Lyabina Civic Orchestra, Mr. Snegg."

The silent applause grew again as radio old man Joorci repeated the explanation he had said even before playing. Masters also slap their hands by putting something about knitting.

The piano grandfather stands out of his chair and bows deeply to his guest seat. The audience was applauded by a cheer that praised the performer and a hand that must swell up later.

... After all, professionals are awesome.

The old man on the radio started reading the economic news at his usual rate as if nothing had happened.

Guest seats quietly return as soon as possible.

Grandpa went up to the carrier in that gap and went into a break.

Citizens of Akant are asked about prices in three cities with strong connections and the international market for key materials. It's a different and desperate shape to hit earlier.

... I have to be in peace, how dare you.

Juvenile soldier Morph was suddenly stuck to reality, and his accumulated heart chilled.