On the morning of the second day of the training camp, Watanabe woke up earlier than usual. After watching the time, it was only half past five.

The indoor air conditioning was very good, and the other three boys were tightly wrapped in quilts.

Shiro Watanabe walked out of the room softly and stretched his waist to the flat ground of the training center. There were several wooden tables and chairs covered with dew.

The air in the morning was cold, Watanabe took a deep breath, and the clean air instantly bulged his lungs. When he closed his eyes, he felt like he was returning to his hometown.

If there was no such thing as the Blowing Department, he should have gone up the mountains and rivers in the village to catch fish and birds.

I did a few chest expansion exercises, pressed my legs, and ran towards the forest.

The rising sun shines through the dense branches, forming beams of light in the forest, and the chirping of various birds comes from the distance.

After running for fifteen minutes, Watanabe Tetsu heard the stream flowing, and ran to the river in one breath before stopping.

This is an open river beach, with clear streams and pebbles at the bottom of the pool.

Toru Watanabe scooped up a handful of water and poured it on his face.

The river water was so cool that it was even a little chill, after all, it was still early in the morning before six o'clock.

After washing his face several times in a row, Toru Watanabe raised his head and widened his eyes with the big guy opposite the river.

"......Good morning."

The black bear saw him, ignored him, and continued to bow his head and drink water in the stream.

Shiro Watanabe naturally stood up and slowly walked away from the river.

This time he became honest. Although he thought he had [Healing Medicine] and [Fruit Knife], and was absolutely 100% open to the black bear, he still chose an artificial path and did not run around in the forest anymore.

Just after walking back a few steps, I saw a big red slogan standing on the side of the road with [Note! Bears appearing!].

“…”

I ran back to the training center. When I heard the sound of musical instruments coming from not far from the training center, my heart finally returned to my stomach.

As long as there are people, he will surely run faster, so that the bear will not eat him.

Just kidding.

Without exposing the system, he will still choose to help if he can.

Tsuku Watanabe slowed down and walked towards the sound of the instrument.

The bass is steady, the melody is accurate and emotional, and the notes are like streams splashing under the sun, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

Shiro Watanabe immediately guessed who was practicing where he was practicing.

Even if it is the same instrument, the sounds that everyone blows are completely different. The only one who can blow such a wonderful tone in the bass trumpet in the playback section is Mai Tomorrow.

He raised his left wrist and looked at the time. It was just ten o'clock when he was about to go, and it was still early at 8 o'clock in the training camp.

Early training is indeed Mai's style.

After walking a few steps forward, the dense green forest became sparse and the vision suddenly became widened.

The gilded upper bass radiated a dazzling light under the rising sun, and the girl holding it stood there, silky satin-like black hair pouring down her back, and her arms were slender and white.

Too beautiful.

Toru Watanabe imagines this scene as:

The young musician, favored by the music goddess Muse, came from Olympus to encourage and inspire him one morning in the forest.

The tone slowly closed, and Mai's crystal rosy lips left her mouth, and turned to look at Toru Watanabe standing aside.

"Good morning, Tsuka." Mai slowly smiled tomorrow.

If Ikka or other members of the Blowing Department are there, they must have suspected that they have met the goddess.

"Good morning, senior sister tomorrow." Shiro Watanabe walked forward, "very amazing, and has made a lot of progress."

"Well, I've been working hard lately. Look."

Just when Watanabe Tsushi thought Mai was about to play again tomorrow, her right thumb and index finger wrapped around the tube on the thinner bass horn and slid up and down.

"Te, look, this is the hand {吧子}." The rising sun rose, and the girl's gesture was hit by the sun with holy light.

“…”

"I bought a disc for 1980 yen and learned a lot of knowledge. Also, this is..."

"......Senior, I'll go take a shower and see you later." Before Mai's mouth touched the bass, Tori Watanabe walked quickly towards the main hall.

Take back the preface.

What Watanabe Shirata received was not the favor of the Muse, but the favor of Aphrodite - the goddess of love and beauty, and also the goddess of lust.

When Watanabe Toru finished his shower and went to the restaurant for dinner, there were already many members of the music department sitting inside, chatting with laughter and laughter.

He brought the breakfast and sat opposite Koizumi Aona.

"Good morning, teacher."

"Good morning." Koizumi Aona glanced at Watanabe Tsuki's hair that was not dry because he felt it was hot, "Have you taken a shower?"

"Yeah. I went out to run and was sweating all over."

"Watanabe is the most self-disciplined person the teacher has ever met."

"I am indeed very self-disciplined." Watanabe Toru's "self-discipline" is clearly written on the system column.

Koizumi Aona laughed at his words. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Kiyono Rin in the distance holding a plate and planning to go to the corner to eat alone, so she called her over.

"Good morning, Mr. Koizumi." Kiyono Rin sat down next to Toru Watanabe.

"Good morning, Kiyono classmate." Koizumi Aona nodded.

Watanabe Toru looked at Rin Kiyono who had already started eating: "Where is me?"

Kiyono Rin raised his half-closed eyes, glanced at him, and then placed his eyes in his bowl.

"Hey, it's too much to ignore."

Koizumi Aona smiled and said, "If you have a good relationship, you are so rude. You two get along well."

"Teacher." Kiyono Rin retorted, "In addition to the good relationship to a certain extent, if the relationship with the other party is very bad, he will also adopt the unceremonious way of dealing with it."

"You mean I have a very bad relationship with me and I am ignoring me?"

"The distance is too close. Watanabe classmate, please stay away from me, I'm afraid your spit will splash into my bowl."

"Sad." Watanabe Toru poked his job and said with no fun: "Do you know how many hardships I have experienced in order to welcome the morning of meeting you? Life and death struggles, and... there are very difficult tests, so I stand here with a healthy body and mind."

"Yes? Thank you for your hard work." Kiyono Rin replied without any interest.

“…”

"You two have really not changed at all. This has been the same thing since we first met." Koizumi Aona sighed with a smile.

"Nothing." Watanabe Tsukune complained, "This guy's attitude was not so bad at the beginning."

Kiyono Rin smiled and seemed to be getting better.

After breakfast and walking into the concert hall, Watanabe Shirami secretly glanced at Mai Torah.

Tomorrow, Mai holds the bass nude in her hand, and her pretty face is expressionless.

Looking at her clear eyes, Watanabe Shiro's heart suspected that the holy light in the morning might be just a dream.

It is inevitable that hallucinations will occur after seeing the black bear.

When he retracted his gaze, Tamamo Yomi-song in the trombone group position came to warn him, but was ignored by Toru Watanabe.

After the morning exercises, everyone else went to have lunch. Tsuku Watanabe stayed alone in the concert hall to continue practicing, and he wanted to apply the "inspiration given by the muse" in the morning to the music.

From July to now, only a month and a half has been working towards a goal: he can make the sound of the sound he wants to make.

Recent high-intensity exercises have gradually overlapped the actual performance with the tone that you want to make in your mind, and the gap between the two is narrowing bit by bit.

For example, this time, the tone of the oboe extends infinitely, clear and transparent, like a goddess carrying the sunshine on her back, sighing pilgrimage with pilgrimage.

The summer air is full of melodious and sweet music, and the lingering sound lingers.

This is a masterpiece that has reached its peak.

Watanabe Toru put down the oboe with satisfaction and prepared to get up to have a meal, but was startled by Mai Asahi who was standing at the door.

After that, because of practice, Mai will always be the first to return to the concert hall after lunch tomorrow.

“…Senior sister.”

“It sounds nice.”

"Thanks."

"I'll go find you tonight."

"Look for me?"

"Um."

"Where to go?" asked Toru Watanabe.
To be continued...