As the man's bow moved, it seemed to carry an immensely powerful edge, instantly dragging out a long tremolo.
At the same time, it caused all the audience's hearts to tremble with it!
"Perfect!!"
Yao Han stood up, spread his arms, his mouth wide open, showing an expression of utter intoxication—an exaggerated look he always exhibited whenever he saw a stage he was satisfied with.
"A masterpiece, this is a masterpiece, Isaac!!"
Yao Han shouted excitedly, crushing a cup of cola in his hand, the veins in his hand bulging.
....
"(Flawless technique. Intonation accurate to the millimeter, rhythm stable like an atomic clock. The bowing was clean and crisp, without a hint of noise or slide. The dynamics were executed strictly according to predefined values, sounding like a perfect mechanical reproduction.)"
Connor's heart surged in an instant.
Turning the art of music... into a mere display of technique?
As expected of you, Isaac-sensei!
