Lonely Rock for the Blind.

"... "

Having more or less understood what had happened, Nekoyashiki Haru threw down her cane and walked toward the sound of the guitar.

Snapped!

"pain…"

She bumped into a tree, shook her head, and continued walking in the direction from which the sound came.

The journey was bumpy and uneven, but Nekoyashiki Haru didn't have time to care about it.

Kita needs me now.

So we have to get through it.

When Nekoyashiki Haru's calf slammed into the wooden post again, he finally heard the oncoming sound pressure.

"... "

despair.

He walked heavily into the space where the two were performing.

"senior!"

Kita Ikuyo, who noticed Nekoyashiki Haru's appearance, suddenly widened her eyes, and as she released her guitar, she was completely drowned out by the guitar music from the other side.

The woman, noticing someone had appeared, quickly stopped playing her guitar.

"you are?"

"…"

Nekoyashiki Haru raised her blind stick.

Only then did the woman realize what was happening.

"It's you!!!"

"...Sigh...Why haven't you given up yet..."

The face beneath Nekoyashiki Haru's mask revealed an expression of unbearable pain.

This woman used to contact him every day, but she lost every time she did…

There wasn't even a trace of color left for me to see...

"Haha! Of course I'm here for revenge!"

"...What's the point of revenge?"

"You've forgotten! It was because of you that I left the band!"

"...You quit after losing to me, didn't you? I even paid to duel you."

Nekoyashiki Haru walked over to Kita Ikuyo and gently patted the panting Kita Ikuyo.

"Can you stop sticking to me like a leech? Does harassing me and the people around me make you happy?"

"... "

Noticing the anger in Nekoyashiki Haru's voice, Kita Ikuyo looked up at the boy.

"You really want to play that much?"

Nekoyashiki Haru reached out to Kita Ikuyo, who quickly handed him her guitar and then gave the pick to Nekoyashiki Haru.

The rope that was originally wrapped around Kita Ikuyo's neck was now wrapped around Nekoyashiki Haru's hand. He gripped the guitar pick tightly and hugged the guitar.

"Follow me."

"?!"

A familiar phrase made Kita Ikuyo pause for a moment.

The next moment, the dark green guitar began to play.

Completely different from how it sounded in Kita Ikuyo's hands just now, the guitar now seemed to be cheering and roaring.

The extremely high-frequency string notes intertwined, finally twisting into a pillar-like wave of sound that lashed towards the woman.

"!!!"

The woman opened her eyes wide and quickly started playing her guitar.

The stringed notes, sharp as blades, shot out and were shattered in the next instant.

Crushing, crushing! At this moment, Nekoyashiki Haru was like the center of a sonic boom, radiating an unparalleled presence.

"Damn it!!!"

The woman cursed and waved her hands frantically, but the broken guitar melody could no longer be pieced together.

"... "

Kita Ikuyo stared blankly at Nekoyashiki Haru playing the guitar.

It's different from what I did in the park before.

This is different from when I usually teach myself guitar...

It seems that the seniors are the ones who are serious at this moment?

The speaker emitted intermittent electrical noises.

Nekoyashiki Haru's fingers flew up and down, and the pick transformed into a dancer on the six strings.

Kita Ikuyo felt her heart beating faster and faster, and the boy's figure in her eyes became clearer and clearer.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

As the final strum of the zither fell, the woman knelt down.

"Why...why?!"

"...Why ask why...What's there to ask? I'm just not as good as you. Don't bother me or the people around me anymore, or I'll call the police next time and say you were stalking me."

"Ah, ee-ee-ee!!!! Sayonara!!!"

boom!

The woman collapsed and couldn't get up.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Wanting to Become (Tenth Update)

"Where did those strange people come from...?"

Kita Ikuyo, who was leading Nekoyashiki Haru back to the temple fair, asked.

"I'm sorry..."

Nekoyashiki Haru apologized softly.

"...Band Hunter, you're the senior, right?"

"…Yes…"

Nekoyashiki Haru reached out and adjusted her mask slightly, making sure her face wasn't showing.

He desperately wants to strangle his past self.

Doing something as ridiculously childish as "Band Hunting," and always wearing that brooding, resentful expression, like everyone owes him money...

Oh, Hiroi Kikuri does indeed owe me money.

"It feels so unbelievable... that someone like you would do something like this... um... I don't know how to evaluate it."

Kita Ikuyo laughed.

"I stopped doing that kind of thing a long time ago!"

Nekoyashiki Haru suddenly explained to Kita Ikuyo with a little excitement.

"Speaking of which, besides me, is there anyone else who knows about your identity, senior?"

Kita Ikuyo asked.

"...Everyone in Kiku's band knows...besides, there's also Yuyuko..."

"Yuyuko?"

"A junior member of another livehouse, you could say you're from the same generation."

"... "

Kita Yukiyo pondered for a moment.

Nekoyashiki Haru suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"Anyway, Kita, I'm sorry, because of the stupid things I did in the past, you were harassed by that kind of person."

"... "

Kita Ikuyo turned to look at Nekoyashiki Haru, who continued speaking.

"If possible, please don't show that pick... no, just give it back to me. I didn't expect it to attract that kind of guy. I'll give you another gift in place of it later."

"... "

Kita Ikuyo picked up the pick that she had just put back around her neck and examined it carefully.

"Kita?"

When Nekoyashiki Haru didn't get a response for a long time, she tilted her head and called out Kita Ikuyo's name.

"No."

Kita Ikuyo shook her head.

"No... but I feel like there will still be people like that."

"I don't care."

Kita Ikuyo smiled, then gripped the pick tightly.

"I just introduced myself to that person as your disciple!"