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Cheers erupted from the crowd.
Some clapped their hands vigorously, some shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices hoarse but full of passion, and some waved their arms as if to transfer all their energy to the wind band.
This is not just a simple shout, but a collective force, a shared emotion of desire and pursuit of victory.
In this sea of people, everyone becomes a part of each other, together weaving an invisible network that supports those who are chasing their dream of winning the national gold medal.
The members of the wind band in the auditorium all blushed, and every shout was like a warm current flowing straight into their hearts.
On stage, a third-year student, easily moved to tears, looked up, tears welling in her eyes, but she tried her best to keep them wide open.
I didn't let that emotion overflow.
Sakurako swallowed a large mouthful of hot air and spoke again:
"We are very grateful to the parents and friends who have supported us and the school for providing the practice rooms. Of course, we are most grateful to our advisor, Mr. Kitahara."
The moment she finished speaking, several crisp claps suddenly rang out on the stage.
Everyone looked over and saw that the talented girls in the brass band had all started clapping. Each of them was very beautiful, and soon their actions drew more applause.
Overwhelmed with gratitude, Kitahara Hakuba quickly stepped down from the command platform, bowed to his team members and the audience below, and gave a gentle smile.
Sakurako Yukawa held the microphone with both hands and said:
"Mr. Kitahara added us this spring, and he brought about a dramatic change to the brass band, which had been stagnant for years. At first, we all thought that since he looked so gentle and was just a recent college graduate, he was there to drag us down with him."
However, they found that his teaching methods were far too strict; he was clearly there to get things done. Every day after school, the gossip never stopped, and even at mealtimes, everyone was calling him a bad guy.
As soon as she finished speaking, the audience burst into laughter, and some of the female members stuck out their tongues as if embarrassed.
Standing on the stage, Kitahara Hakuba didn't really understand what was so funny, but a smile still unconsciously appeared on his face.
Sakurako's gaze fell on Hakuma Kitahara, and a sudden burning heat surged through the soles of her feet:
"We have to start our morning training at seven o'clock, and we are given a thirty-minute break at noon. After school, we practice until six o'clock in the evening. After the Hakodate Conference, we stay until about nine o'clock in the evening. The only holiday during the summer vacation is the three-day Bon Festival."
She read it as if listing crimes, making Kitahara Hakuba, who was standing to the side, feel somewhat embarrassed.
He could hear the parents in the audience saying things like, "So tired," "They've all been coming home very late this year," and "It breaks my heart."
It's impossible not to feel anxious, after all, they are the parents of these young girls.
"However, although the training of the brass band is tough under Mr. Kitahara's arrangement, I think it is an indispensable part now."
Sakurako's gaze swept over the club members below the stage, then shifted to the members beside her who were panting. They all nodded in agreement.
"Teacher Kitahara has always dedicated himself to the brass band. His presence is the driving force that keeps us moving forward. Thank you so much, Teacher Kitahara!"
At that moment, Sayaka Akamatsu stood up from behind with a smile and gestured to the club members around her with her right hand raised.
The club members understood immediately, and at the same time, holding their instruments, they bowed to Kitahara Hakuba and said:
"Teacher Kitahara! Thank you for your guidance!"
"Teacher Kitahara!"
"Teacher Kitahara! You've worked so hard!"
"Teacher Kitahara! Thank you so much!"
The girls on stage were completely uncoordinated, each saying their own thing, which amused many people.
Even Yukawa Sakurako could only manage an awkward, dry laugh.
Why are you saying this?
"Shouldn't we be saying this?"
"Normally, wouldn't it be enough to just say 'Thank you for your hard work'?"
"Isn't this too monotonous?"
"These kinds of things should have been arranged in advance. Why did this suddenly happen on stage? Do these seventy-odd people have some kind of telepathic channel? Why didn't they invite me to join the group? Are they bullying me?"
The team members laughed as they began to shift blame onto those around them for their lack of rapport.
Kitahara Hakuma clasped his hands in front of him. He was never this nervous on the stage of a major competition, but he was so nervous in the auditorium of Shin-shin that he was not used to it.
At this moment, Sakurako Yukawa took off her microphone, pulled the cord, and walked over to say:
"Teacher Kitahara, would you like to say something?"
Kitahara Hakuba took the microphone, still warm from Yukawa Sakurako's touch. (This appears to be a fragment of a larger text, possibly a title or description. A direct translation wouldn't be meaningful without further context.)
Involuntarily, I let out a shallow breath, and then a piercing electrical hum came from the speakers, causing many people to hunch their shoulders and cover their ears.
"Sorry, sorry," Kitahara Hakuba quickly moved the microphone away and chuckled, "I don't have much experience with this."
"I can see that now," a girl muttered behind me.
Kitahara Hakuba held the microphone in one hand and spoke to the densely packed audience below:
"Hello everyone, I am Kitahara Hakuba. I am honored to serve as the advisor for the Shin-Asahi Brass Band."
The stands erupted in commotion. They all felt that this person was being too modest; it should be that Shenxu High School felt honored to have spoken to him. Below the stands, Shinomiya Haruka looked at him with deep affection and pride.
Kitahara Hakuba's gentle voice, without the slightest pause, swept straight through the air towards the crowd:
"Today is the first cultural festival since the brass band's transformation. Although we've made many decisions along the way, as the advisor, I'm truly happy for the members and myself to have reached this day."
I've noticed everyone's progress. They can complete their assigned exercises independently without my instructions. Everyone works so hard, and I'm very grateful to all the parents for entrusting their precious children to me for guidance.
Amidst enthusiastic applause, Matsuoka Nobuyuki turned his head and couldn't help but whisper:
"Has Mr. Kitahara, the apple of my eye, forgotten that there are still a handful of boys in the brass band?"
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Tenkai So, who was playing the drums behind him, raised his hand and pinched the corner of his eye. He was always deeply moved whenever he saw everyone opening up to each other. He was easily moved to tears.
"Isn't Matsuoka the apple of your family's eye?"
"My only goal this year is to lead the wind band to win the national gold medal, so that everyone can give themselves a perfect ending in the fall, thanks to Chief Kawaichi."
Kitahara Hakuba, unable to think of anything to say, handed over the microphone.
Sakurako Yukawa quickly took the microphone, took a deep breath, clenched her right fist, and slowly raised it high:
The members on and off the stage didn't expect to have to shout, but they didn't resist. They all forced a youthful smile and raised their right hands.
Other viewers who didn't understand followed suit when they saw others clenching their fists, including the parents.
Members:
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"oh--!!!"
Audience:
"oh-!!!!!!"
Sakurako Yukawa gasped for breath, her inner excitement surging like a tide, immersing her in a near-frenzied state of exhilaration.
I want to touch a musical instrument right away, I want to have a chorus right away, I want to hear the sounds of various musical instruments right away.
"Next, I will continue to perform for you. First up is a piece by the currently popular band aveujica, which is a wind instrument version arranged by Mr. Kitahara."
"The first song is 'iprisonerxll.' If you know it, you can sing along with the chorus! Have fun at the school festival!"
Amidst applause, Sakurako Yukawa returned to her seat and turned to the page of the sheet music that was being mapped.
The members all looked up and stared at Kitahara Hakuba, conveying a message that was already "prepared".
May you become my legend tonight.
Unlike the two pieces performed in the competition, the pop songs played in the ensemble have a wide audience. Perhaps because they were so popular, more and more people came to the auditorium, and they even had to limit the number of people allowed in.
Meanwhile, the members in charge of maintaining order offstage were quite busy, either directing the crowd or mediating disputes among adults over seats.
Taking a break from her busy schedule, Nagase Tsukiyo arrived at the exit and breathed in the fresh outdoor air.
The ankles, encased in white socks, protested silently, a wave of soreness washing over them.
I'm usually not very tired when I run, but these kinds of things make my skin incredibly sore.
Could it be that I've been neglecting my exercise?
Just as Nagase Tsukiyo was feeling troubled, someone appeared in front of her holding a parasol.
She looked up, a look of surprise flashing across her face.
"Mother? What brings you here?"
Nagase's mother had a fuller figure than her daughter, and her beautiful legs under her bodycon skirt were just as stunning.
“I thought you would perform on stage, so I came to see you, but it seems a bit of a pity,” Nagase’s mother said, feigning sadness.
“Hmm
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Nagase Tsukiyo pursed her lips and lowered her head; her mother's legs seemed to be bathed in a warm glow.
"Teacher Kitahara is really capable. It's strange that someone like him is staying in Hakodate. It's such a waste."
Nagase's mother frowned in confusion.
"Adapting a piece of music into wind music is a troublesome task that requires the coordination of all instruments."
Her tone was not one of deference; on the contrary, she was full of praise.
Nagase Tsukiyo understood perfectly well that her mother felt that Kitahara-sensei's abilities were being wasted on someone like Shin-Asahi.
"Actually, I have an idea: spend a considerable amount of money to have him as your personal tutor, and then, after the national conference..."
What do you think about having him dedicate himself entirely to tutoring you for your college entrance exams?
Nagase's mother seemed delighted with her suggestion, and gracefully raised her hand to cover her smiling mouth.
Nagase Tsukiyo lingered for a while. Her mother's words made her selfish desires grow like weeds. Her daily interactions with Kitahara Hakuma, so close and intimate, seemed within reach.
But if that's the case, then Eri will be gone, and Haruno will only have Kitahara-sensei left.
Can I really still be so selfish?
The desire in her heart was silently torn apart by reason. The wave of wanting to be alone with Kitahara-sensei was particularly strong, but it was repeatedly repelled by the reefs of reality.