Sumr vacation of the dragon and the girl (6)
. . .Wh-what was that? That?
Nyuju timidly removed the hands that covered her ears.
Was the trans music slightly too early for her . . . ?
(TLN: strange word)
It was often difficult with art.
Art is a Funny thing, it didnt an that it had to be good.
Art was sothing the creator gives the other side so that they could walk together towards the future.
With a new work, the audience was made to discover a new world. And then the new world gave birth to new works.
The creator and receiver, they advance while intertwined. That was the way of art.
That thing was called music. Nyuju
M-music . . . ?
Poor thing, did she grow up without knowing music?
Then lets teach her. What is called music.
In the world of art After talk included the explanation of the work.
Geeko and I, the two of decided to teach Nyuju music.
Okay, lets start at the beginning with music.
Geekokokoko
. . . and by inventing the musical notation the music faces further developnt . . .
Geekokokoko
. . . however, traditional music without musical notation exist in the world . . .
Geekokokoko
. . . the more it spreads out and music mixes together, the more it changes . . .
Geekokokoko
. . . even if you say sound cos from the mouth, there are hundred kinds of musical instrunts in the world . . .
. . . and that is music. Did you understand it?
Geekoko?
I-I dont understand it!
Geekos and my history lecture about music seed to have been too difficult for the girl.
. . . fumu, how troubleso. The class to know what was music was already difficult, then how on earth should we teach her music?
When I was at my wits end my chest was strongly hit by Geeko with a gesture to leave it to him.
Geekokokoko
Indeed, practice makes the master . . . right? It certainly has a point. Umu, Ill leave it to you Geeko.
Geeko stepped forward in front of Nyuju, pushed his face out and puffed out his throat like a while ago.
To the huge cheek pouch that suddenly extended before her, Nyuju flinched and took two steps back.
Nyuju, there is no need to be afraid of it. Its a musical instrunt. Now, beat the throat bag of Geeko as hard as possible.
B-beat . . . ? Th-this . . .?
Dont worry, Geeko is strong. He wont feel pain even if you beat it with all your power.
Geeko affird my words by nodding powerfully.
Now beat it! Its been decided! Dont hold back!
Though Nyuju hesitated for a while, I kept encouraging her Now! Beat! Beat it! As hard as possible! and she closed her eyes and moved her right hand.
The palm was swung down towards the front and was caught by Geekos throat bag which was stretched out thinly.
Ponnn
The sound resounded strongly.
Th-that?
Nyuju was surprised at the sound that ca from Geeko.
Was . . . was it painful?
Geeko who had closed it mouth to swell his throat bag, only shook his head left and right while smiling and showed the girl that her anxiety was unnecessary.
Hey? Nyuju. Was it interesting? Now, beat it so more.
Nyuju once again stroke it while alternating the left and right hand.
Ponnn Ponnn
These two sounds were created this ti. Nyuju compared both of her hands and Geekos throat bag with wide round eyes.
When it hit it, I cant hear the painful sound . . .
. . .umu, because Geekos cheeks are a musical instrunt. It makes different sounds. The thing called the hand isnt only there to hurt, it can also make good things.
Had she been beaten? It wasnt necessary for to know it. Rather than reminding her of painful things I rather want her to know happiness.
Happiness . . ?
Well, beat it so more. Beat it however you like it best.
Nyuju nodded and,
Ponnn Ponnn Ponnn Ponnn Ponnn
With Ponn sounds she continued hitting Geekos throat bag.
A light sound resounded. And by Nyuju hands, sound was born.
Then this ti, she began to beat it at different locations with another rhythm.
Whenever the beaten place changed, whenever she changed the rhythm, Nyuju was just surprised at the changing music and lody.
Did she notice? A smile had appeared on her lips.
Her feelings right now wereFun.
And for one hour Nyuju continued to beat the drum absorbedly.
However, her physical strength might already be at her limit. After the last sound ebbed away she sat on the ground fuu fuu panted heavily.
A large amount of sweat ran down her small body.
Geekoko?
Geeko who was the musical instrunt for the girl all the ti opened his mouth.
The girl didnt understand Geekos word and turned towards be and requested help.
Was it fun? I was listening to it
When Nyuju looked back at Geeko Un . . Un! she nodded many tis.
Geekoko
It was good.
From the nodding girls eyes, today countless tears had already been spilled.
It was said that babies who cried well will grow up healthy, but did that no longer apply to the girl who wasnt a baby?
When I saw the tears spilling from the girl I suddenly had a thought.
Isnt your throat dry? Nyuju.
Ah . . ., u-un . . .
Is that so, I you want I can make elixir anyti, do you want to drink?
E-elixir!? That . . ., the elixir doesnt exist!
At the words elixir Nyuju had greatly raised her voice in denial.
Though it wasnt unreasonable. The refining thod had been lost thousands of years ago.
The elixir exist. Didnt you know? Its the only ans to separate from ancient weapons.
Nyuju was startled and looked at her right arm. The ancient weapon which was fused with her body, she seed to have finally rembered it.
The only way to release a person from the ancient weapon and revive the soul is the elixir . . . . . .
Thats right. So you knew about it?
I affird her words which were spoken in blank surprise. Nyuju looked into my eyes.
Today, though I was with the girl all day, for the first ti now, she firmly looked into my eyes.
. . . Well, for the elixir the leaf of the world tree and the blood of a true dragon are needed and it can then be refined with complicated process . . .
Oh . ., I-I . . .
The girls eyes swam in confusion. She noticed the contradiction of the evil dragon having saved her.
You dont have to do anything so troubleso, I have found a simpler refining thod.
I . . , so far . . . the evil dragon . . ., all this ti
Yggdrasils sap and in addition my body fluids . . .
That . . , so-sorry . . . , so . . . , so
I picked up an Attenboroughs pitcher plant which grew close by.
Jobobobobo
Well, this is the elixir. Drink as much as you like.
So-so . . . , so, Hell Fire! From the purgatory I release the flas that will devour this abominable world!
(TLN: Gon = sorry, gokuenyo = Hell Fire. Only works in Japanese)
Huge flas were shot from the girls hand and the Attenboroughs pitcher plant with the elixir was vaporized.
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