650 Break your dreams.

Eleven years ago...

In the border village of Toral, Rinfa was born between his parents, who run an instrument workshop.

In Whispering World Whisperers, instruments are born out of breath.

The creators are called the Spiritual People of the Vessel.Their exhaled breath is special, it turns into flames.This white flame, called wound flame, is shaped directly by hand.

It is said that instruments made by the instrumental spiritual clan play more beautiful sounds than those of other worlds.

Turning breath into wound flame takes a long time even for the vessel spirit clan.My parents had been training to raise Rinfa as a fine musician since she was five years old.

However, the unreliable character of Rinfa often skipped training and went out to play.

My favorite place is the square.

It has a small stage, and even though it's a peripheral city, it's visited occasionally by bards.

She was bustling with singers and performers from Heisei, where she liked to touch a variety of music.

One day - as usual, when Linfa left the house and went to the square, she was idle wondering if it was still too early.

But I heard a song.

It turns out that a girl the same age as Rinfa is singing alone on a small stage.

In order to be invited to a clear and beautiful singing, Rinfa walked to the front row of the empty seat.

The song shines like a sparkling jewel.

It was so dazzling that Rinfa quickly became a fan of the child.I admire her and sing the same song as nature.

Then, after a while, the girl stopped singing when she realized it.

The phosphor opened his mouth and looked down at the stage.

She thinks I did it.

"Shall we sing together?"

The child took his hand off the stage.

The phosphor rounds his eyes.

"Ah, but...."

Looking bad, Rinfa said.

"Because I am a spiritual vessel."

There are two species in Whispering.

An instrumental spiritual family with excellent talent in the production and performance of musical instruments.

And the singing spirits who excelled in singing.

The singing spirits have excellent vocal cords, and the trained singing voice is said to reach thousands of miles away.

On the other hand, the special vocal organs of the organ spirit family, whose exhaled breath turns into a wound flame, were delicate, the pitch was easily disturbed, and not suitable for singing songs.

For this reason, it has been a long-standing custom in Whispering that only spiritual tribes can become bards, and only they can sing on the stage.

But the kid said.

What's wrong with you because you're a spiritual vessel clan?

I didn't expect such a conversation to come back, and Rinfa just looked back at her.

"... when I sing on stage, I get angry..."

"It's okay. There's nobody here."

The child does not try to pull his hand back.

When she found out that she was serious, Rinfa took the hand and went up to the stage as if she had decided.

The girl signals her to wave the baton at her fingertips.

Along with that, Rinfa sang loudly.

The voice of Rinfa echoes far and wide, as it resonates with the shining singing voice of a girl.

At that moment - quietly rising from the depths of your heart.

There was a strong impulse there that Linfa had never felt before.

I found my heart pulsating and my singing expression relaxing naturally.

- I don't know. This feeling.

Rinfa asks herself.

Every time you raise your voice, the question gradually changes to conviction.

- Why, how does that feel?

Her soul clearly begins to figure out the contours.

--It's fun.

--Singing on stage feels so good.

In front of the stage, taking a big step forward, Rinfa shouted as if it was delivered to heaven.

--Far away.

--I want to deliver more.

--I want to sing more, more, more.

The impulse swept through the body of the phosphor.

My parents told me to take over the instrument workshop.

It's not that I don't like it, but I thought it was natural.Because so were all my friends' vessel spirits.Rather, those who are promised the future of having their own musical instrument workshop in the Spiritual Instrument Clan are blessed.

My parents are good, and I get orders from a lot of musicians in the instrument shop.Once you have mastered the technology, the connection will be handed over to Rinfa. The future is safe.

But this day, she met.

What were you born for?

In that sense...

"Your song is amazing."

After the song was finished, the child said with a breath.

Linfa often remembers that even the sparkling sweat was very beautiful.

Really?

"Yeah."

The child smiled softly.

But Rinfa couldn't help but be happy.

"I'm Theta. What about you?"

"Linfa"

"Hey, Rinfa, one of these days I'm gonna be a bard and we're gonna sing all over the place."

In response to Theta's offer, Rinfa closed her eyes again.

That's impossible.

Even if she knew, she couldn't help but ask.

"... can I be a bard?"

"Absolutely, because I don't know anyone else who sings songs like you."

Theta stares straight at the phosphor.

She nodded as if illuminated.

On a small stage in a deserted square, Rinfa and Theta cut their fingers.

Then they started practicing songs together when they found time.

I can't be a bard.

I felt like Linfa could be broken by her own song, such an old custom.

It was only a few years later that the wall of reality stood before her.

It was when I learned that I was ineligible to take the exam at the singing school, an educational institution for becoming a bard.

Instead of giving up, Linfa entered the examination venue directly and took the practical examination.

It means delivering the song up to one kilometer away.The louder you try to make a loud noise, the more difficult it is for the vessel spiritual family to turn exhaled breath into wound flame.

However, while suppressing the wound flame, Rinfa sang diligently and delivered her voice a kilometer away.

It was never easy.The vocal cords and throat were strained, and the suppressed wound flame refluxed and burned her throat.

After singing, the lympha vomited blood and couldn't get up.

The result is rejected.

Originally, the reason was that the vessel spirits were not eligible for the exam.

The examiner told her to complain.

"It was you who delivered the song a kilometer ago, hurting your vocal cord and throat and feeling enough to spit blood.However, all the successful singing spirits can continue to do so for a few minutes and an hour.I don't have the qualities to be a bard if I fall down on an exam. "

It is not unfair to be ineligible for an examination.It is impossible for the instrumental spiritual family in the first place, and if you try to accomplish it, it will significantly damage the vocal cords like phospha. That's the explanation.

It is true that I vomited blood and fell down.

As I became an adult, the characteristics of the Singing Spirit Clan and the Instrumental Spirit Clan became more intense.Linfa was no better at speaking up than any of the singing spirits.

There can be no further objection if you are told that you have no strength.

Eventually, the season passed, and by the time Linfa's throat wound healed, the time was approaching for admission to the singing academy.

In the surrounding village Toral, you can see young people traveling to the capital, where the singing academy is located.

Theta was one of them.

She entered the singing academy at the top.

In front of the village.

Linfa came to see her off.

"How's your throat?"

Theta asks worriedly.

"It still hurts to sing a little, but it doesn't hurt to talk normally"

That's what Linfa said.

"... I'm sorry..."

With a contemplative expression, Theta said.

"I missed you. I was careful to sing alone.People say I'm a bard because I'm talented, but I'm always lonely on stage.But I only enjoyed singing with Rinfa.They weren't scared. "

She reveals her thoughts.

"I didn't know anything, and I didn't really understand the vessel spirit clan... on the day I first met Rinfa, I said something stupid..."

Her eyes soaked with tears.

The jewel-like voice trembled with sorrow.

Theta.

"... thank you for sticking with my stupid dreams all the time.But it's okay now. "

The hand stretched out to Theta stops snugly.

"I'll be fine by myself.That's why you don't have to do this anymore. "

"... what are you saying?"

"Otherwise, you won't be able to sing."

With bright red eyes, Theta says.

"I can't sing my favorite song about Linfa anymore."

Limfa slowly lowers her extended hand.

I use healing magic, but my throat hasn't healed yet.

In order for her to be a bard of the Spiritual Warrior, she must do whatever she can.It was thought that I would hurt my throat and vocal cords and never be able to sing again.

And even if you manage to sing the same level of songs as the spiritual clan, there is no guarantee that you can become a bard.

"Forget your promise. Rinfa can't be a bard."

Left behind, Theta leaves.

The phosphor can only stare at his back.

Theta's words, which seemed lonely because Linfa couldn't be a bard, had spirited in her chest many times.