Hearing the cheers from her fans.
Thinking of how Hotaru even learned bass to accompany her.
He had never disliked her.
At this moment, Hitori burst forth with a surge of spirit.
She had both fighting spirit and strength.
Moreover, Aki-kun looked like he didn't want to lose.
Hitori felt she had to do something.
Her soft fingertips glided across the fretboard.
Her alternating strumming became increasingly skilled.
Beautiful melodies continuously flowed.
Hotaru held his bass, silently accompanying Hitori.
Because he had just started playing bass, his hands had no calluses.
After pressing the strings for a long time, his fingertips were also red and swollen.
From this perspective, playing the piano was indeed better.
However, Hotaru was also listening intently.
Now he understood.
Why so many people liked guitars, because those who could show off their skills with a guitar were truly cool.
This was very captivating.
Hitori was like this.
Nijika, across from her, was also like this.
Nijika's slightly narrowed eyes blinked in a dazed, cute way.
She seemed surprised by the sudden change from the other side.
Indeed, that pink-haired woman was very good at playing the guitar.
But she wouldn't play with her.
She wanted to look across through the crowd.
However, due to her height and being surrounded, she couldn't see anything at all.
So, Nijika gave up.
She began to immerse herself in her own playing.
Thus, a scene like this unfolded.
On one side was Nijika's free-spirited, improvisational playing with no discernible pattern.
On the other side was Hotaru and Hitori's tacit cooperation on popular songs.
The audience chose what they liked to listen to.
Some people couldn't help but run back and forth between the two stages.
Neither wanted to miss out.
In the crowd.
Kairin watched Hotaru and Hitori with her beautiful emerald eyes.
Nijika's performance was also excellent.
But because she frequently went to RiNG, Kairin had heard it before and knew that her technique was very good.
As for Hitori's guitar playing.
Kairin had initially thought she was a beginner.
To her surprise, she suddenly displayed professional-level skill.
As for Hotaru's left-handed bass.
That was the reason she had initially stopped out of curiosity.
From her professional perspective.
He seemed to be a novice; although he didn't have any advanced fingerings, his fundamentals were very solid.
He was a promising talent for playing the bass.
So she was more interested in these two peers.
The playing on both sides gradually slowed down, and the guitar sounds slowly diminished until they disappeared.
The performances ended one after another.
The audience clapped loudly.
"You guys cooperated very well."
Kairin, standing in front, said to Hotaru.
Hotaru was slightly stunned; it turned out someone was still paying attention to the bass.
He replied with some emotion, "Thank you."
Kairin nodded.
Next to them.
Hitori, who didn't have the courage to look up at such a cold face.
She thought Kairin was praising her.
So Hitori showed a brilliant expression.
"Eh, thank you… Eh, hehehe… Thank you…"
Kairin added, "You're not bad either."
At the same time.
Some passersby began to drop coins in appreciation.
The same was true on Nijika's side.
Kairin looked around, pondering slightly.
So there was such a segment?
Then she fumbled around on her person.
Kairin frowned slightly.
Finally, she took out a bottle of drink from her bag.
She somewhat awkwardly placed it in front of the two.
"This is all I have," Kairin explained.
Hotaru looked at it curiously.
Meltable milk jelly, orange flavored.
Hotaru smiled indifferently, "Thank you, it's just in time to quench my thirst."
What it was wasn't important; the main thing was that this was an affirmation of him and Hitori.
At this moment.
"Clang!"
A liquor bottle rolled in front of the few people.
"You played… hic!"
"So well!"
"Are today's… hic!"
"Are today's young people all so amazing?!"
A lazy female voice came.
The few people looked over at the sound.
Hotaru was about to say some words of thanks.
Then he smelled a slightly tipsy alcoholic scent.
And the owner of this scent.
Her clogs creaked under her feet as she staggered closer.
Seeing this.
Some nearby audience members quickly moved away.
From the flush on her cheeks, it was clear that this person had drunk a lot.
No one wanted to get into trouble.
Hotaru's eyelids twitched.
It's you, you drunkard!
Kikuri.
Hotaru decided to retract his previous statement; not everything was accepted.
"What's wrong?"
"Why isn't everyone talking?"
"Eh, hehehehe!"
Kikuri looked at everyone in confusion, then her swirling eyes briefly lit up.
"Oh~ Kairin, you're here too! Want to have a drink with me?"
She chuckled as she walked towards Kairin, but instead came in front of Hotaru.
"Oh, no, no, you don't seem old enough to drink."
Kikuri kept mumbling to herself.
Then she reached out to embrace Kairin in her eyes, but it was actually Hotaru.
But he cleverly dodged her.
Hotaru neither wanted to get the smell of alcohol on him, nor did he want to be vomited on.
Seeing this.
Hitori fearfully hid behind Hotaru.
No matter how she looked at this person in front of her, it was too bad!
Hotaru pointed uncertainly and said, "The Kairin you're talking about is that one, right?"
Kairin's originally indifferent face also showed a trace of helplessness, "Kikuri-senpai, I'm here."
She had met this drunkard at a live house in Shinjuku.
"Ah, is that so?" Kikuri rubbed her eyes, then said to Hotaru, "Sorry, sorry…"
And Kairin said to Hotaru and the other, "Don't mind her."
"Eh? Why like that?"
Upon hearing this, Kikuri squeezed out a few tears with her drunken face.
"I'll be very sad."
"Don't cause trouble for others, I'm leaving first."
Kairin said so, nodded to Hotaru, and turned to leave.
Kikuri pouted, "I'm not that kind of person!"
However, Kairin had already disappeared.