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"It's so clear." At that moment, Kitahara Hakuba walked over and stood behind them, saying.
"What I see isn't pretty girls, but piles of money," Seiko Fuwa joked.
Chapter 378 377. Li Hua will be able to blow even better in the future (4)
Modern technology is amazing; even Kitahara Hakuba wants to buy one. He doesn't really have any use for it on a daily basis, but he just wants to buy it.
Kuno Tachibana, who was standing to the side, turned his gaze away from Kitahara Hakuba.
Take out the trumpet, insert your mouthpiece, and blow a gentle breath; you can hear a low hum coming from deep within the trumpet.
Judging from the smoothness of the piston, there are absolutely no problems with maintenance.
Instead of joining the trumpet section, Kuno Tachibana began playing warm-up scales on his own, the beautiful, bright notes carrying through the air.
It was thrown towards the distant Sakurajima crater.
The trumpet's overwhelming tension drew all eyes to the source of the sound.
The girl, unfazed by the gaze, moved her cherry-red lips away from the mouthpiece and then casually twirled her hair, her movements fluid and natural, without appearing at all affected.
"Kuno-senpai is really cunning, she's already bragging about it herself." Takahashi Kami chuckled softly.
Kana Eto nudged her gently with her elbow and said:
"Don't think so highly of them."
"I'm just kidding."
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze swept over the club members. The small open space was already packed with people, and the girls were chatting excitedly.
The whispers and conversations created a tangible noise on the observation deck with hundreds of people, giving the illusion that a volcano might erupt at any moment.
For some reason, Kitahara Hakuba suddenly felt that erupting wasn't so bad. Everyone should stay here; that way, he wouldn't have any worries. "Quiet down—"
He stepped forward, and his gentle appearance instantly captivated the hearts of the young girls and female travelers.
"Because there are no music stands and seats this time, the weight of some instruments may become a huge burden over time, so I hope everyone can pass on the first try."
"Teacher Kitahara!" Kurosawa Maki pretended to cry, feigning emotion. Tuba instruments usually weigh ten kilograms. At least percussionists can put their instruments on the ground, but they can only carry them, which is too much of a test of upper body strength.
They did consider not using the tuba and instead using the sousa, which is used in marching bands, but in order to reproduce the original tone of the score, they chose the tuba.
Passengers standing on the second-floor observation deck were already looking towards the wind instrument section, various cameras were ready to start filming, drones were hovering in the air, and gimbals were rotating flexibly.
Kitahara Hakuba spread his arms wide, revealing his slender wrists through his sleeves:
"There's no need to push yourself to perform exceptionally well, because this recording was done outdoors, so the quality is definitely not comparable to indoor recordings. Before thinking about how to play better, I hope everyone can prioritize enjoying wind music."
"Yes!"
Stepping onto the concrete ground, Kana Eto took a deep breath. Although Kitahara-sensei said that, she didn't think any of the club members would relax because of it.
"Minister!!" Kami Takahashi suddenly shouted.
After a moment of respite, Kana Eto awkwardly gripped her oboe and said:
"Huh? You want this too?"
"Of course I want some!"
"Yes, yes, of course we need to! If we don't say so, I feel like something's missing!"
"It's like a fried egg in the morning without soy sauce!"
"Please don't put soy sauce on the fried egg, just salt instead!"
"I don't belong to any faction. (The latest chapter has been published on Jingwu Novel Network.)"
The topic was abruptly veered off course. Kana Eto exhaled a deep breath, turned to everyone, and said:
"First of all, I want to say that this is our brass band's first outdoor performance since our seniors left three years ago. I vow that we will win the national gold medal together again next year. This piece was written by Mr. Kitahara. If possible, I hope to play it again on the stage of the competition and let more people hear it!"
"Yes!"
The club members beamed with joy. Kana Eto took a deep breath, then raised her fist and said:
"Ooh ooh ooh!"
The girls' bold voices echoed endlessly on Sakurajima, interspersed with some boys' roars. All the tension, anticipation, and unease rushed into the crater.
"It's like a real competition!" Kana Eto's voice whimpered playfully as she pouted slightly. "You guys made me shout it."
"Everyone, it's time to begin!" Seiko Fuwa shouted. Hakuba Kitahara raised his baton, and the team members immediately fell silent, their expressions becoming serious as they stared at him.
The reason I brought a baton this time is because this wasn't a practice session.
Brass instruments gleam brilliantly in the sunlight, and the reflections at the bell mouth resemble flames, displaying different shapes from different angles.
After the tuning was completed, "The Fruits of the Autumn Harvest" began.
The reed, having been trained for who knows how long, vibrated in the girl's cherry lips, and the oboe solo, under the autumn sky, permeated the tender footsteps of spring.
The warmth of the clarinet seeped in at this moment, the silver buttons on the ebony tube flickered gently, and the girls' fingers rose and fell rhythmically like butterflies.
Before the addition of the brass bass, the mellow texture of the clarinet, with its well-arranged sections, subtly fills the gap between the midrange and the reference tone.
The bass clarinet, like dark honey, flows slowly beneath the riverbed.
All the wooden pipes were neatly integrated together, woven into a three-dimensional, vibrant net under Kitahara Hakuba's baton.
Kitahara Hakuba faced the marimba, raised his left hand, and the marimba's cashmere-wrapped hammers struck the first mahogany soundboard with a graceful movement.
Boom—
Then, more notes rolled out clearly like startled raindrops, and the four hammers stirred up a shimmering wave on the neatly arranged wooden sound blocks.
During this period, most of the brass pipes remained almost still, but they dared not relax their vigilance in the slightest, and had to carefully write down the beat to ensure that they could add it at the end of the exposition.
For a wind instrument player, counting beats is their lifeline, and their gaze must never leave Kitahara Hakuba. (Fantasy Princess Heart's Best)
The marimba's shimmering high notes awaken a deeper, more essential power from the depths of the earth.
It wasn't the abrupt, sudden arrival of something like "The Tears of Princess Inada of the Fii River," but rather a gentle, gradual influx of sound onto the shores of the ear, like a rising tide.
Kurosawa Maki held the euphonium, her gaze fixed on Kitahara Hakuba as he and the other instruments in the group played together, the crescendo needing to be done slowly.
As she exhaled more, her cheeks turned a deep crimson, like maple leaves, until Kitahara Hakuba gestured for her to leave, at which point she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Summer arrives as scheduled, and the double bass bow strings rub together, producing rough vibrations. Each full bass note, like raindrops falling on a heavy tin roof during the plum rain season, provides the rhythmic pulse of summer.
Just as the double bass left a void of rest, a solitary and sharp light suddenly shone.
Its tone is extremely high, like a golden thread forged from the surface of the sun, carrying an unquestionable kingly status.
Kuno Tachibana's cheeks tightened from the intense pressure of the breath, his nimble, pale fingertips pressing the piston button back and forth.
The trumpet's cadenza is entirely reserved for the performer's virtuosity, with double and triple tonguing techniques continuously spewing out clear sixteenth notes.
Breathtaking glissando, explosive power, and a final, extreme soft passage—in just sixteen seconds, Tachibana Kuno demonstrates absolute dominance over the vocal range.
Kitahara Hakuba's arms froze in mid-air. The last chord, with immense force, was followed by a full chord from all the instruments, which surged in and completely swallowed her magnificent brilliance, turning it into part of a towering wave.
Music, like a tempered sword, possesses a penetrating power that proclaims victory, planting the banner of melody high at the pinnacle of hearing.
This was no longer a simple performance, but a volcanic eruption of sound.
Soon, the epic of metal faded away, and woodwind instruments regained the initiative, becoming a flowing, multicolored halo compared to the violent declarations.
The cool, clear sound of the flute, the smooth, resonant sound of the clarinet, and the melodious sound of the oboe are carefully blended and mixed in the hands of Kitahara Hakuba, who is like a bartender, to create an incredibly rich sonic landscape.
There was no metallic clashing, only the subtle friction sound of a young girl's breath passing through the complex tube.
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The air became increasingly moist and fragrant, as if countless transparent flowers and grasses were growing and spreading in the music.
The brilliance of the ending of the wooden pipe compared to the copper pipe lies in the fact that it is not the latter's abrupt "break", but a wonderfully exquisite "collective evaporation".
The flute's notes evaporated the last drop of dew in the sunlight, the clarinet's velvety warmth began to fade, and the oboe disappeared quietly like a filament.
They did not fall silent at the same time, but under the subtle guidance of the Kitahara White Horse, they retreated one after the other by a fraction of a second, settling steadily and returning to the silent depths of the soil.
The ingenious arrangement of the parts creates a wonderful reverberation effect as each part disappears, demanding a high level of skill from the conductor.
Finally, all the tubes left the girl's cherry-like mouth, leaving only barely audible auditory overtones in the air.
The passengers listening in were all silenced until Kitahara Hakuba subconsciously raised his hands and the members straightened their chests, only then did they realize that it was over.
The silence crashed down as if it were a physical entity, its echo still reverberating in the air.
The sunlight was like a skylight on the stage. The nine-minute performance left their foreheads damp with sweat, but they still exchanged relieved glances.
Applause rang out tentatively, like sparks flying into a haystack.
Immediately afterwards, applause surged forth like a tidal wave.
Out of politeness, Kitahara Hakuba bowed to the surroundings as usual, and the members behind him bowed in unison.
But what everyone is really more concerned about is how the filming went.
Looking up, I saw that the drone was flying very high in the vast blue sky, resembling an indelible stain.
“I often see scenes where the long shot ends.”
Kurosawa Maki sat panting on the large rock.
"Wow, these stones are so warm! Come and sit down!"
The weather wasn't hot; it was comfortable even to sit directly on a rock.
But apart from the members who were carrying heavy instruments, the other girls didn't want to sit down at all. They were all thinking about quickly packing up their instruments and then going to play.
So nobody paid any attention to Kurosawa Maki; her buttocks were the only thing on the big rock.
"Teacher Kitahara, how did you feel this time?"
As soon as Kana Eto finished playing her piece, she went over to her. As the department head, she was eager to know the result.
“No problem,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile. “Everyone was great.”
Without the third-year brass band, the auditory experience is not perfect.
Most notably, the bassoon is gone, and the dark, mysterious tone of that wood grain is something that no other instrument can imitate.