SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Chapter 341

Absolute Music.

(3) 4.

- I'm really glad you are.

The mastermind clicked his tongue.

-If a zombie you don't normally manage your network.

Imagine that you had a bad relationship with the genitalia.

Then you get out of this stage right away, Nagari.

How can you be successful in the world of music when you can't hear? 'That's it...

… .' I stuttered and walked to the world tree village.

The village was very pretty.

Even for me, who had traveled many worlds and looked at all the landscapes, the fairy tale-like scenery of the tree village centered on the World Tree was mysterious.

“? ■■ ■■■■■■?" On the way, I ran into a villager.

The villager waved at me and smiled.

Even seeing their faces for the first time, I did not feel any hostility.

Perhaps, there was no concept of hostility in this heaven.

'Uh..., um.' The problem is that I can't hear him at all, but I opened my mouth and said, 'Oh, how are you?' “……?”

The villager tilted his head.

I strengthened my eyes as much as possible to observe the movement of the villagers' mouths and the angle of their tongue twists, and the villagers probably asked, [Your voice is strange.

Where are you feeling uncomfortable?] Maybe.

Why am I emphasizing maybe, because the pronunciation was weird.

'I'm sorry, I can't hear you...' "......." The villager made a strange expression.

He tilted his head and looked at me with a strange look, and left without saying a word.

No.

Why? Why? Only Bae Huo-ryeong was excited by himself.

I frowned, 'Oh, what's so funny? People who can't talk are funny? Yeah? -You, I guess you didn't hear me right now.

The villager who just said hello to you.

He was talking while singing lalala like in some kind of musical.

So even if you read it, your pronunciation is strange.

Everyone tried to talk in a normal way, but one of them kept calling me as a soprano.

I'm sure this stage is also worth seeing.

'In the end, the fact that you're an abomination doesn't change! It's okay.

I ignore it.' In short, the world itself was a gigantic musical stage.

Dandelions sang, white horses sang, and all the villagers I passed by sang.

Above all, the origin of the magnificent chorus was the World Tree.

Listening to the song of this World Tree and admiring it.] ['A Music Box Just For You' admits that this is spectacular.] According to what the constellations have described to me, the World Tree says that each leaf hums a little.

is low-pitched, high-pitched in a white flower.

Thousands of leaves and flowers are gathered to form a small chord.

Several branches gather and murmur again in a large chord.

So, as if hundreds of thousands of choirs shed their voices in a low voice, The whole world tree sings, sometimes quietly, sometimes magnificently.

Of course, I didn't have the means to enjoy that overwhelming fairy tale: 'If people talk to you, try reading your lips, I can't hear anything.

It's a shame.' -That's unavoidable.

What are you going to do from now on? Your co-worker is a zombie, and no matter what kind of light you drop, it will be recognized as clear.

Then a snake wiggled on his wrist ['Eyes that dwell in the labyrinth' tells us that only music-related actions in the evil world are meaningful.] ['Eye that dwells in the labyrinth' probably means that if you , I advise that whatever it is, it will give the judge a chance to pass it.] Whatever it is, the music, huh.

I looked around.

The village of Akcheon (樂天) was sloping like the moon village where I lived.

It was clinging to the World Tree, and I climbed higher and higher along the wide stairs, which also served as a plaza.

■■ ■■■■." “■■■■.

■■ ■■■ ■■ ■■■ ■■?”

"■■■ ■■■ ■■■ ■■■■■." People ran up and down the stairs-plaza.

Their conversations must also have the melody of the song.

However, musical instruments were installed all over the stairs, whether it was for the residents who thought real-time musicals were strange, or who simply didn't like to talk to people.

'If it really doesn't matter what you do.' As I climbed the stairs, I looked at the instruments one by one.

It was the first instrument most of them had ever seen.

In a certain world, humans of a civilization I do not know...

… Instruments he would have played before he died.

'Can I simply play one piece of music?' Fortunately, I wandered around a bit and found the piano.

Instruments had no owners.

Anyone could sit and anyone could play.

A young child was sitting and playing at the piano, and younger children clapped and clapped.

"■■■■■■?" The little boy found me and said, 'Would you like to sit down?' That's probably what he would have said.

"■■■ ■■ ■■ ■■■■." I felt like the child's language was Spanish or French.

Maybe it was a different foreign language altogether.

However, it was clear that it was a foreign language, not a foreign language.

The child died in the tower where the piano was played, so he must have lived in the same world as me.

A soul who forgot its previous life will not be remembered.

Because this must be a place where only those who want to throw away all the scenery and things from where they lived, except for musical instruments, come to this place.

'Yes.

Thank you for your concession.' "?" The children heard my voice and whispered.

"■■■■ ■■■." "■■■ ■■■." “■■■■? ■■■ ■■■ ■■■ ■■■ ■■■.”

“■■■.......”

I think my voice is really strange to people here….

Raviel said he liked the sound I made… Well, that’s right.

‘It’s been so long since I haven’t seen Raviel.

That's Okay.' I sat down on the piano chair and said, 'I'll play about nostalgia.' I couldn't tune the piano on my own, because I couldn't hear anything.

'Well, it's literally a music paradise, but the tuning will be done by itself.' Six children sat down on the stairs and looked at this with their eyes wide open.

Except for the bloody drama, this was my first concert.

Those kids were my first audience.

'Geomje Yangban.

Can you hear the maze properly?' - Huh? What do you know? Geomje didn't seem to have any intention of becoming my ears.

Well, I may have to wake up to this stage by myself.

Slowly.

I started playing." ? ■■■ ■■■." "■■." "■■■." The children blinked.

Concentrating on the performance, they did not have time to read their lips, but somehow the atmosphere got through.

'Hey.' 'Are you okay?' That's probably the kind of reaction it was.

It was a good reaction, but 'Hmm.' It didn't reach the level I wanted.

'It's hard because you can't control the tone with the auror.

Really.' It was like a knight who went out on the battlefield without forgetting his armor.

'Up until now, if the sound was a little weak, I burned it with an auror, and when I wanted it to sound more earnest, I grabbed it and shook it.

Well, it's for the self-employed.' Until now, what I've been playing is yin-gong (音功) rather than music.[If you are lazy to master the basic swordsmanship and focus only on drawing an auror, one day you will get seriously injured.] My performance now was just like that.

"■■■■!" "■■■, ■■■ ■■!" "■■■■ ■■■ ■■■■■." When the light roar was over, the children I clapped this hand.

If you read the atmosphere...

I ate a good value lunch at the restaurant I came in with no expectations, and I felt better, Jeong Do-rae.

'It's a modest debut.' I smiled bitterly, though it would be great to be recognized as a [cost-effective restaurant] by children who grew up listening to World Tree choral songs all day long.

The one chosen as the one gets accepted!] Patricia didn't seem to want more either.

She was watching my work in the lobby on the 70th floor, and immediately gave me a pass stamp.

[You can declare the stage clear at any time!] It was a moment when the stage on the 70th floor, which leads to the most difficult hunters, was captured very easily.

Says it continued.] Well, 'probably will.' Summing up what I've heard from various places so far, it is rare that the highest-ranking hunters get on well with each other.

It's just rare.

There may be some close relationships, but the cases in which the 1st to 10th ranks have built up a fortress of trust.

, we'll be the first.'So, it's usually a difficult quest.' Originally, it must have been a mixture of bitter resentment, sticky envy, jealousy, and contempt, and indescribable emotions had been accumulated.

I'm confused.

Still, there's no reason to waste precious brain capacity on that? Who knows who's in 3rd or 4th? I'm the best anyway.

You'll be the first and last...

[Would you like to declare clear? ?] When I shrugged and tried to say yes." ■■! ■■■!" "■■ ■■■■ ■■ ■■■ ■■!" "■■! ■■! ■■!" The children clapped and chanted something.

This time, it was easy to decipher.

It was 'Encore'.

I smiled smartly.

'Hmm.

Well, if it's one song.' There is no need to break the stage right away.

I attacked the impregnable stage in less than half a day.

I have enough time.

Rather than rushing my steps here, the souls who died in the same tower as me.

Even if you do not know why they died, I wanted to hang out a little bit more with these kids who at the moment thought [I don't want to listen to music now, and I don't want to talk if it's not a song].

■■■■ ■■■?" "■■■, ■■■ ■■ ■■ ■■." I couldn't hear the piano I was playing.

It seemed to have been dealt with.

I did not know what kind of power the constellation of this world exerted.

"■■." So, I had no way of knowing whether my performance was good or bad, whether it was going well or not.

■■." To myself.

"■■■...." "■■■." I looked at the children's expressions as I played the piano.

Their faces were the only clue I had.

They closed their eyes and shook their heads.

, ticking, shaking left and right, that was a [good performance.] If the children blinked their eyes because they were confused, ah, that was the wrong note.

"■■■!" The children laughed as if they were having fun.

"■■, ■■!" ■■ ■■!" That means I made a funny mistake no matter what I was doing.

Or maybe the playful humor worked.

Seeing the children laugh, I laughed too.

And to put on a great performance again, to know if I'm doing well, The moment I looked into the children's eyes, "......" I realized something.

'That's right.' It was a simple realization: 'I've always been like this.' Everything seemed to make sense in an instant.

What I'm playing now and what I've been doing, seemingly unrelated things, somehow connected in one line.

The people around me reacted to me, so I felt recognized and started to hold the sword more and more heavily.' It's still the same when I'm playing without hearing anything.

I'm not particularly fascinated by the piano.

I've got the perfect score in my head, so I'm not going to reproduce it.

Some people may, but at least I didn't.

Children's groaning breaths, gently moving eyebrows.

, looking at the texture of his lips, he was only judging [good performance] and [bad performance] by that alone.

"......" 'It doesn't matter if you can't hear the sound.' I raised the aurora with my whole body, saying, 'This is a method I'm rather familiar with.' I raised the aurors, but didn't focus on myself as I did when I was on the stage of a bloody play.

On the contrary, I put the aurors on the children.

" ......?" "■■, █████." The children tickled.

There was no harm done to them.

I just let the aurors soak in, so that their physical condition was communicated to me.

Whether it's looking at my fingers dancing on the keyboard or looking at the atmosphere to chat with the other child sitting next to me, convulsions in response to tones, the children's heartbeats, blood flow, the flow of blood.

'Yeah.

' All of them reacted differently depending on my performance.

It was subtle, but Auror's touch was more delicate than that.

The expression on the children's faces is not my only criterion.

Everything has an expression.

The problem is that the expression on the face It is whether I have the means, experience, and ability to read.

'I've always wanted to do this.' And I had the skills to do that.

I looked to see if the children's eyes were fixed on my fingers when I played a note.

It was observed that the children's hearts reacted the most strongly to which notes were continued.

The children could not hide their expressions.

didn't even hide it.

" ......." "■■......." The time the children gossip became shorter and shorter.