Lonely Rock for the Blind.

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No... it might be a little difficult for beginners.

I guess I should teach him in the support role.

After deciding what she should do, Nekoyashiki Haru began to gently pluck the guitar strings.

The rhythmic beat slowly filled the room; it wasn't part of any song, just a pastime when I was bored.

boom!

The door was suddenly pushed open, startling Nekoyashiki Haru.

"Senior! You played so well!"

From the void before them, Kita Ikuyo's cheerful voice rang out, which relieved Nekoyashiki Haru.

"Keep your voice down...you scared me."

"Oh, I'm so sorry..."

Kita Ikuyo quickly apologized, then said with a smile.

"Good afternoon, senior."

"good afternoon."

Good afternoon...

From behind Kita Ikuyo, Goto Ichiri slowly emerged and timidly addressed Nekoyashiki Haru.

"Yili, good afternoon."

Nekoyashiki Haru greeted him softly, and Goto Ichiri melted instantly in the next moment.

"Ah! — A greeting from a female of the same age!!!"

"That's a little exaggerated, Goto-kun!!"

Kita Ikuyo quickly squatted down and reshaped Goto Ichiri's clay into a human shape.

"...You're seriously socially awkward..."

Nekoyashiki Haru sighed.

"Haven't the other two arrived yet?"

Nekoyashiki Haru then asked, and Kita Ikuyo nodded in response.

"Yes, the other seniors haven't arrived yet; we're here a little early today."

"Is that so? Then Kita should practice during this time."

"Yes! Nekoyashiki-sensei! Ah... Goto-sensei, please come back from that world as soon as possible."

Kita Ikuyo looked at Goto Ichiri, who was distorted and seemed to have a completely different art style from her own, and said.

"Ah! Yes... I understand..."

Goto Ichiri snapped out of her daze and took out her guitar.

"Um... Kita-kun, please sit down, take your guitar bag off, and then open that zipper, you know, the silver-white metal trim..."

"I'm just an Earthling, you don't need to teach me how to take out the guitar."

Kita Ikuyo remained silent.

"Ah! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Goto Ichiri quickly apologized, and then Nekoyashiki Haru, who was standing next to her, gave her a light tap on the shoulder.

"Why are you so nervous? You're a teacher."

"But this is my first time teaching someone guitar or something."

Goto Ichiri tilted his head and said.

"Before, I only played at home by myself. Occasionally, my younger sister would be interested in listening, and when she got into it, she would call out 'Sister, Sister' and ask to practice with me. But she would stop practicing after a while and say it was too time-consuming. No wonder I don't have any friends, I'm so amazing..."

"Okay, okay, I know, you don't need to say anymore!"

Haru Nekoyashiki quickly interrupted Ichiri Goto's tragic past, and Ichiri Goto hugged his guitar with a bitter face.

"Anyway... Kita-kun, please play the guitar once first."

"Huh? Where...where do I begin?"

Kita Ikuyo asked.

"Ah... just play it directly, I'll tell you what's wrong, like... this..."

He handed a sheet of music to Kita Ikuyo from his schoolbag.

"How about we play this? Kita-kun should be able to understand it?"

"I can understand a little bit, I learned it in music class."

"He is a good student who can learn real things in class... I'm sorry to have someone like me as your teacher."

"Ah... Goto-kun is at it again."

Kita Ikuyo said with a hint of frustration.

"Alright, alright, Yili, calm down, don't get lost in your own world."

Haru Nekoyashiki could only remind Ichiri Goto from the sidelines.

"Ah...sorry, um...well...well, let's start practicing now."

...

……

.........

Time flew by, and soon the door was pushed open again.

Nijika Ichi and Ryo Yamada walked in.

"Oh, everyone's here."

Ichi Nijika blinked, then smiled and greeted her.

Good afternoon, everyone.

"good afternoon…"

Goto Ichiri weakly agreed.

"Good afternoon, Ijichi-senpai! Good afternoon, Ryo-senpai!"

Kita Ikuyo also greeted him.

"Hehe... I feel like we're starting to look like a band now."

Ichi Nijika smiled and then sat down in her seat.

"But I'm not planning to practice today."

"Ichi Nijika said."

"Not...not practicing? Then...what are we going to do?"

"Anyway, everyone come out first, oh, the kitten too."

"Ah."

The group walked out of the practice room, where a table had already been set up in front of them.

"Alright! Everyone, please sit down!"

With both hands raised high, Ichiji Nijika announced.

Everyone took their seats.

"Then wait for me a moment... I'll look for it..."

Ichi Nijika reached into her schoolbag and felt for something.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, Yamada Ryo started banging on the table, startling Ichiji Nijika who looked up in surprise.

"What happened? What happened?!"

"Food! Hurry up! Or I'm going to complain about your restaurant!"

Yamada Ryo tapped the table.

"Don't start asking for food as soon as you sit down! This isn't a restaurant. Besides, how long have you been hungry? Are you starting to have the illusion that a livehouse is a restaurant?!"

"Starting from yesterday, it's about a day."

"Aren't you starving yet? You're incredibly resilient to hunger!"

"I eat grass."

He pulled wild grass from his pocket and, to the astonishment of everyone who could see him, bit off all the leaves in one go.

"It tastes bitter, has a sweet aftertaste, and doesn't feel very filling."

"Please, please sell your bass and have a nice meal."

Ichi Nijika sighed.

"They can't even afford to eat anymore... That's so tragic."

Nekoyashiki Haru, who had overheard the gist of the matter, couldn't help but speak up, which made Yamada Ryo's eyes light up.

Then, under Ichiji Nijika's "Oh no!" gaze, Yamada Ryo almost instantly teleported to Nekoyashiki Haru's side.

"Little cat, I've always admired you."

"...Why are you telling me this now?"