Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

"Eh? But...but..." Manager Tanaka, seeing Fujiwara Seiji's insistence, was sweating profusely. "This piano does have a defect, after all. It would be really..."

"40% off," Seiji Fujiwara stated his price. "After the replacement, deliver it to this address."

As he spoke, he took out a notepad from his pocket, wrote down the address of the Yamada residence, and handed it to Manager Tanaka along with the black card.

Manager Tanaka looked at the 60% discount offer and then at Seiji Fujiwara's unyielding gaze, knowing that there was no point in saying anything more.

The other party clearly didn't care about the discount; they simply had their eye on the piano.

Moreover, although the 60% discount was a huge loss, it was still within his authority to make decisions. More importantly, handling this 'unexpected' situation was more important than any profit!

He immediately nodded and bowed as he accepted the piano, readily agreeing, "Okay! Okay! No problem! We'll immediately ship brand new original parts from the Italian factory to replace them for you! We guarantee that the perfect piano will be delivered to your home within a week!"

Seiji Fujiwara nodded in satisfaction, ignoring everyone else, and continued to stroll around the store, as if everything he had just done was just a trivial matter.

Everyone present, watching his nonchalant back, had only one thought in their minds—

Where on earth did this musical monster come from?!

Meanwhile, Touma Yoko, who had been standing to the side and taking in everything, had a look of curiosity in her eyes.

She wanted to know who the boy was.

So, while everyone was still standing there in a daze, Touma Yoko took a deep breath and took the initiative to walk over.

Just as Seiji Fujiwara was idly looking at the antique violins displayed to the side, a clear, cool, and slightly magnetic female voice came from beside him.

"Hello."

Seiji Fujiwara turned his head and saw that face, which appeared even more exquisite and aloof under the light.

It was the woman with waist-length black hair who was surrounded by a crowd.

"Is there something you need?" he replied casually.

"I apologize for disturbing you." Touma Yoko bowed slightly, her demeanor elegant and poised, her deep eyes revealing an undisguised strong curiosity. "My name is Touma Yoko. The version of 'Gypsy Rondo' that you just played is the most wonderful I have ever heard, bar none."

As a pianist at the pinnacle of the classical music world, she knows all too well the astonishing resources and effort required to cultivate a performer of such caliber.

This is not just a matter of talent; it also requires top-notch teachers, top-notch instruments, and almost brutal systematic training that begins from a young age.

She was very curious about which musical family or which reclusive master had nurtured such a gifted child.

"Donma Yaozi..."

Upon hearing the name, Seiji Fujiwara raised an eyebrow slightly, as memories of his past life were stirred.

He suddenly remembered where he had seen this name and this face before.

White Album 2.

That classic work that tormented countless players to the point of heartache. And the woman before them is none other than the mother of one of the eccentric and exceptionally talented heroines—Touma Kazusa.

No wonder he looked familiar before.

"Fujiwara Seiji," Fujiwara Seiji said with a smile, introducing himself.

"Fujiwara... Seiji..."

Touma Yoko silently repeated the name in her heart, and it sounded even more familiar.

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She seemed to have heard it in the news of an awards ceremony, or in an interview in the cultural field. But she couldn't immediately connect the name with any specific image.

After all, for her, everything outside the music industry is just irrelevant noise.

“Mr. Fujiwara,” Touma Yoko quickly abandoned her pointless thoughts and turned her attention back to the question that mattered most to her, “Excuse my boldness, but your playing technique is truly amazing. May I ask which master you studied under? Is it… the lineage of Neuhaus of the Russian school, or a disciple of Kempf of the German-Austrian school?”

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In her view, someone who can teach students to such a high level must be a grand master who will leave a great name in the history of world piano.

“I have no teacher.” Seiji Fujiwara’s answer was simple and direct.

"What?" Touma Yoko was stunned again.

"No teacher? How is that possible!" Her heart was filled with even greater turmoil than when she first heard the performance.

Modern piano performance is an extremely complex and systematic discipline that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Every movement, every finger technique, and every pedal application embodies the wisdom and experience of countless predecessors.

Self-study?

You might be able to play some simple pop songs, but to reach the performance level you just saw is absolutely, absolutely impossible!

unless……

Unless he himself is an unparalleled genius, a once-in-a-century talent comparable to Mozart and Liszt!

This thought completely changed the way Touma Yoko looked at Fujiwara Seiji.

It was no longer just simple curiosity, but rather a sense of mutual appreciation between kindred spirits.

She herself is hailed as a "genius" by the world.

Therefore, she understood better than anyone else the loneliness and misunderstanding that the word "genius" represented.

And now, it seems, she has encountered another "genius".

“Mr. Fujiwara seems to have a particular fondness for Fazioli.” Touma Yoko changed the subject, trying to understand the boy in front of her from another angle. “Its tone is indeed very clear, but precisely because of this, it requires a very high level of control from the performer. If you are not careful, it will sound thin and harsh.”

“I just like that it honestly reflects everything I want to express, whether good or bad,” Seiji Fujiwara said calmly.

“Honesty…” Touma Yoko chewed on the word, a knowing glint in her eyes.

And so, in a way that might sound somewhat obscure to outsiders, the two began to chat about the piano, about playing, and about music from all over the world.

From the craftsmanship of Italian pianos to the philosophical reflections of German classical music; from the hazy harmonies of French Impressionism to the passionate rhythms of Argentine tango…

No matter how obscure or specialized the topic Yoko Touma throws at him, Seiji Fujiwara always handles it with ease.

His astonishing knowledge and extraordinary artistic aesthetics repeatedly refreshed Touma Yoko's understanding.

She realized that she felt like a student just starting out in front of this boy.

The knowledge and insights I was so proud of seemed shallow in his presence.

He seemed to be standing in a higher dimension, overlooking the entire history of music, and had a thorough understanding of the style and ideas of every school and every composer.

"What a... terrifying boy," Touma Yoko thought to herself.

She even had an unprecedented idea—

Why not let my own daughter, Kazusa, get to know this young man!

Kazusa is a loner and has almost no friends except for playing the piano.

If she could have a peer who could resonate with her musically, it might be a good thing for her closed-off inner world.

Just then, Manager Tanaka came running over with a fawning expression.

"Mr. Fujiwara! Mr. Touma! I'm so sorry to bother you!" He bowed again to the two of them. "The parts for that Fazioli have been replaced by the mechanic as quickly as possible! Would you like to have it checked again?"

Seiji Fujiwara nodded and returned to the piano, which had been restored to its original state.

He sat down, placed his hands on the keys again, and casually played a few chords and a scale, checking the feel and tone of the new keys.

Clear, transparent, and flawless.

Touma Yoko followed him over, and looking at his focused profile, the thought in her heart grew stronger.

She thought for a moment, then asked:

"Mr. Fujiwara, could you... please play it one more time? I'd like to... I'd like to record a video with my phone."

As soon as she finished speaking, the other customers around her immediately cast the same expectant glances at her.

"Yes, sir! Please play another piece!"

"I was so engrossed in listening that I forgot to take notes! What a pity!"

Faced with everyone's expectations, Seiji Fujiwara simply smiled calmly.

"no problem."

His life, or rather, this lifetime, was meant to be about enjoying himself and showing off.

He slowly closed his eyes and paused for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, the melody flowing from his fingertips was no longer the wild and unrestrained Gypsy tune from before.

Instead, a dreamlike, gentle, and affectionate melody plays.

That is the third movement of Liszt's "Liebestraum".

If "Gypsy Rondo" showcased the "strength" of his technique, then "Liebestraum" at this moment reveals the "tenderness" of his emotions.

The melody, like a lover's whisper in your ear, like a tender embrace under the moonlight, is filled with endless love and tenderness.

The audience members present were completely captivated.

The noblewoman's eyes even welled up with tears. This piece of music reminded her of her first love when she was young, a love that was unforgettable yet ended without a trace.

Manager Tanaka was completely captivated by the performance; he even felt that it was more breathtaking than any concert he had ever attended.

Meanwhile, Touma Yoko was recording a video on her phone, quietly savoring the pure "love" flowing in the air. Her heart seemed to be gently touched by the tender melody, rippling with emotion.

The song ended, and the lingering sound lingered.

The exhibition hall fell silent for a long time, then erupted in thunderous applause.

Seiji Fujiwara stood up, waved casually at the crowd, and then walked up to Yoko Touma.

"Let's add each other on LINE." He took out his phone. "Remember to send me a copy of the video."

"Okay, okay!" Touma Yoko finally snapped out of her daze, quickly took out her phone, and added Fujiwara Seiji as a friend.

"I'll send you the video right away."

"Ah."

Seiji Fujiwara put away his phone, then, under everyone's watchful eyes, gracefully took his leave and departed the piano studio.

……

……

On the other side, Touma Yoko, who had just finished dealing with the piano maintenance, was still somewhat uneasy as she sat in the car returning to the hotel.

She stared at the video she had just saved on her phone, growing increasingly alarmed with each passing moment.

Without hesitation, she opened another chat window and sent the video to her daughter, Touma Kazusa, whom she both loved and struggled with.

She also added a message:

[Kazusa, I met a very talented young man in Ginza today. Take a look.]

……

At this moment, in an apartment building.

Touma Kazusa, dressed in loose pajamas and sporting messy black hair, was lazily playing an etude on the piano.

"What a boring tune..." she muttered to herself as she played.

Just then, the phone emitted a crisp notification sound.

She glanced at it and saw that it was a message from her mother, whom she rarely saw, and initially intended to ignore it.

But when she saw the words "a very talented young person," she inexplicably stopped playing.

"Talented?" She curled her lip. "How talented could someone be to be called talented by that woman?"

With a mix of surprise and curiosity, the girl clicked on the video.

The video starts playing.

When the familiar, gentle melody of "Liebestraum" began to play, Touma Kazusa's face still carried a hint of indifference.

But soon, her expression changed from disdain to surprise, then to shock, and finally to complete disbelief!

She suddenly stood up from the piano bench, leaned close to her phone, and stared intently at the boy playing the piano in the video.