Cid - Expert Piano Player

As the air sits thick with tension, the boy plants his fingers on the keys.

“Moonlight Sonata, huh…?”

Why that piece, though?

Out of all of Shiron’s pieces, that one’s hardly the most notable or best respected.

And yet…

“It’s so beautiful…,” someone murmurs.

The music is sharp. Polished.

It’s like it’s carving away all the dregs of life one by one. The only things that can exist in his music are the things he lets exist there.

His audience is so enraptured by his performance, they close their eyes.

And when they do, the moon’s light fills the world.

When I finish the performance and rise from my seat, I’m greeted by a thunderous round of applause.

Heh-heh-heh, you see that?

Now, you know the power of a Moonlight Sonata specialist. I’ve practiced that piece in my head so much I could play it in my sleep.

I bow to the audience and make my way back to Epsilon, who’s clapping so hard I’m afraid her hands might explode.

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Volume 4, Chapter 1