Lonely Rock for the Blind.

Ryo Yamada looked at Ikuyo Kita.

His golden eyes narrowed slightly, and then he asked.

"Didn't Pochi come either?"

"Ah."

The one who answered Yamada Ryo was Ijichi Nijika.

"It seems like Pochettino is also absent today."

"I see..."

Ryo Yamada moves towards Ikuyo Kita.

"Hmm? Senior Liang? What's wrong?"

Kita Ikuyo looked at Yamada Ryo and asked.

"... "

Yamada Ryo quietly looked at Kita Ikuyo for a while, then turned back to look at Nekoyashiki Haru.

"... "

Jin Tong narrowed slightly, then returned to his seat.

"fine."

Ryo Yamada brought out the bass.

Ichi Nijika pursed her lips slightly as she watched this scene, then forced a smile.

"...Haha...Why are you acting like a riddle teller? Ryo, just say what you want to say."

"I just suddenly felt that Yudai was working very hard. Was her guitar practice with Kitten today in the rehearsal room?"

Yamada Ryo said with his head down.

"Ah."

Kita Yukiyo nodded.

The cat at the door, Shikiharu, looked up.

Yamada Ryo continued.

"Yu Dai doesn't seem very happy."

"Eh?"

Kita Ikuyo paused for a moment, then reached up and touched the corner of her mouth.

It's definitely a smile...

"I'm not unhappy, I'm just a little tired."

"Ah."

Yamada Ryo nodded.

"Did you practice for too long...?"

"Um…"

"I see. Was the kitten very strict today?"

"I asked Yamada Ryo."

Ichi Nijika's red eyes narrowed slightly.

"No, not at all..."

Kita Ikuyo scratched the back of his head.

"Everything's normal, haha..."

"If you want to be strict, just tell me, and I can help you teach him a lesson..."

"cold."

Suddenly, Shikiharu, the cat at the door, spoke up.

Yamada Ryo was slightly taken aback.

Ichi Nijika tilted her head slightly.

"Liang is talking a lot today..."

"...I was just worried about my teammates."

Then he looked at Nekoyashiki Haru.

Have you checked the taste of the cat food?

"... "

Nekoyashiki Haru grinned.

What is this...?

"Confirmed."

Yamada Ryo's golden pupils trembled slightly.

Ichi Nijika looked at Yamada Ryo.

"Wait, wait, wait, what's cat food?"

“I brought it over for him to try before.”

"Hey! Don't feed the kitten weird things!"

Ichi Nijika raised her drumsticks in dissatisfaction.

Yamada Ryo nodded, then continued to ask Nekoyashiki Haru.

"Is it tasty?"

"...It has a slightly astringent taste..."

"I understand, then I won't eat it."

Yamada Ryo nodded, and Iji Chi Niji Natsu looked at Yamada Ryo.

"...You're not planning to eat this to stave off hunger, are you?"

That's what I originally thought.

Click.

The door was pushed open, and Goto Ichiri walked in.

"I'm so sorry everyone! I'm late!"

Goto Ichiri bowed and apologized.

"Why is Pochi so late today?"

"Ichi Nijika asked with a smile."

"Um, we're doing a big clean-up today, so I'm helping out at home..."

"I see. Then please sit down."

"Ichi Nijika smiled."

Goto Ichiri sat down in his seat.

The band members were all present when the game ended.

The overhead light was neither too strong nor too weak, like a clean, white veil, or like a heavy, gray fog.

The boy in the corner by the door was someone outside the area of ​​surveillance.

The music started as Ichiji Nijika announced it again and again, countless times.

Kita Ikuyo's guitar playing has completely moved beyond what is considered beginner level; she has reached a level that can be described as quite good.

Ryo Yamada's bass remained steady and flawless, with each note floating meticulously into the air.

Goto Ichiri's guitar gradually slumped into a state of stagnation.

Huh? That's strange...

The blue eyes lifted, looking at the people around them.

Why does it feel... a little strange?

Everything seems fine, but my hand just doesn't feel strong enough to play. Why?

Goto Ichiri pursed his lips.

What exactly is it...?

"... "

Nekoyashiki Haru faced this scene with a blank expression.

Clench your right hand into your left.

Gray gauze…

I can still hear the music, and I can still imagine the four colors in my mind.

Yellow, red, blue, pink.

But... they were all covered up.

It was shrouded in a blurry gray.

"Aha…"

He sighed and gripped his left hand tightly with his right.

The details are unclear, the shades are indistinct, and all that can be seen is blurry.

Through the window, through the curtain…