Band members, girls with fermented bean curd, step forward!

When did he begin to rekindle his obsession with the object he was holding tightly in his arms?

"But you've already seen it. In either direction, you've become a burden, haven't you?"

Leaning against the wall, all the scenes of his time with the girls flashed through his mind.

"You're just a despicable person. You have no passion for music whatsoever! You just want to use this to connect with the people you care about!"

No, that's not how it is.

It wasn't like this from the first time I picked up Momoka's guitar.

It wasn't like this from the very first time I received affirmation from others.

It wasn't like this from the first time I witnessed the girls performing on stage.

A voice inexplicably arose in the boy's heart, refuting everything he had muttered to himself.

"enough!"

He was decisive and wouldn't leave any room for retreat regarding things he had already decided on.

The boy raised his guitar and slammed it to the ground.

Break the fingerboard and kick the headstock

The flying debris fueled the boy's madness even more intensely.

Until the guitar that didn't belong to him was completely destroyed.

He was breathing heavily.

Just before I lost my balance, a strong support inexplicably appeared behind me.

"List...."

The familiar voice sent a chill down his spine, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

It's harmony, why is harmony here?

"Chen... is going to break."