[Translation: Hypnotizing a Junior (1)]

Hypnotizing Junior (1)
Original title: Hypnotizing Junior
Author: Aiyuhone
Source:
Translation: uzi
Attribute: MC, light color
Must-post: Monogatari
Secondary post: Siheyuan, Club, One Person Hall, Elizabeth (DCD proxy post)
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Uzi
, it's 2018 already. There are two minor, insignificant changes this time. One is my decision to let
go of the responsibility of being "expected by readers," which never existed. The other is
my response to my inability to even muster the willpower to complete my small ambition last year
. In short, two things:
1) I will no longer update monthly; it will officially become irregular.
2) This year, I will definitely start a serialized story, whether it's translated or original, it doesn't matter.
Because serialized stories don't necessarily have color in every chapter, I hope you moderators can understand (sweat)
. Oh, by the way, moderators of the "One Person Hall" section, if possible, please change my introduction to "almost
one story per month," thank you m(＿＿)m
As always, please leave the original intact if you repost, and don't mess with the formatting, thank you
. === ...
(Episode 1)
During summer vacation, I didn't talk to anyone outside my family.
Perhaps I seem lonely to others, but I still have music. Even youth can be enjoyed alone
, and that shouldn't be denied outright.
However, if asked if I'm lonely, I can't deny it.
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After the new semester started, I returned to my life of traveling back and forth between my hometown and the private Onna Academy.
As a first-year member of the Creative Music Club, and the only member, I created music alone as usual.
The clubroom is filled with more wiring and PCs than audio equipment, all used for making music
.
At first glance, you wouldn't think it's a music-related department.
"This tone is amazing..."
I listened to my homemade music through my over-ear headphones. I
'd made some progress during the summer vacation, but ultimately it was all done alone, and the tasks were no
different from before—composing for myself and listening to it.
Although I'd shared it online, the response wasn't great.
My life was pretty much the same every day.
Even after school started, I didn't have any friends who understood my hobby, and the few third-year students who were still there last semester
weren't very close to me.
But, it wasn't so bad.
Closing my eyes and listening to music was both peaceful and undisturbed; these comfortable days were quite nice.
Then, I heard—a completely unfamiliar—clucking sound.
I opened my eyes and looked at the door of the clubroom; it seemed someone was knocking.
"Excuse me~"
"Yes~"
I replied lazily, taking off my headphones as I did so.
After the teacher tossed the master key around, I was the only one left with the key to this room, but since I was the only one
using it anyway, I just let it slide.
I approached the door and turned the lock.
"Excuse me—"
"Click! Bang!"
In an instant, the door was forcefully pulled open, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.
The person who appeared before me blinked her large eyes after noticing me standing there.
"Ah, I'm sorry."
Then she apologized to me with a shy smile.
Standing before me was a beautiful girl without any pretense.
"Good afternoon."
Her voice, which rang directly in my ear without any barrier between us, left me speechless.
Her long, bright eyebrows, clear eyes, and flowing, straight black hair easily drew my attention;
the words uttered by her cherry-colored lips under that captivating gaze left a strong impression on my heart.
Although she was shorter than me, she had a large bust that completely made up for this shortcoming.
Her voice, clear as a bell, could probably make anyone stand still.
—She had that kind of charm.
Then, she tilted her head at my unresponsive self.
"Uh, is this the Soukendo Club?"
"...Yes, this is the Soukendo Club, and I'm the club president. You are..."
"Ah, excuse me! My name is Kanade Kanade. I just transferred here this semester and I'm currently visiting various clubs
!"
Kanade Kanade.
Come to think of it, I seem to have heard rumors that a classmate transferred here, but since they're not in my class, I didn't
pay much attention.
But, she's interested in this club?
It's only the second day of school, so this is a relatively early visit.
A small sense of anticipation welled up inside me.
"Are you visiting?"
"Yes, I don't know if I'll bother you?"
"Not at all, please come in."
Kanade-kun shrank back as if stepping into an unfamiliar forest and entered the clubroom.
Her reaction seemed a bit off; her face showed a 'what is this?' expression.
"Um, I heard this is the club for making music..."
"Ah, the Composition Music Club, or the Composition Club for short, is a place for composing and arranging music using machines. Its purpose is to make
composing music easy for people who don't know how to play instruments… Ah."
Facing the first girl to visit, I couldn't help but feel nervous, and my voice rose.
After all, she might be one of those students who joins the club.
I'd probably say a few more words.
"We were established two years ago. For a while, computer-generated music was very popular, so the current third-year
students set up this club. However, because the trend didn't last long, no second-year students joined, and
all the third-year students dropped out last semester, leaving only me."
"Huh~"
Gan Ye seemed indifferent to this.
Of course, who cares about other people's family matters?
I hurriedly ran to the corner of the room to operate the computer.
"Um! For example, I made some original songs, want to hear them?"
"Ah, I want to hear them!"
Sure enough, she's interested in music.
Gan Ye's eyes lit up, and she brought her face close to the computer screen; whether it was due to excessive concentration or a lack of vigilance
, she was very close to me.
I handed her the headphones with trembling hands, and after she put them on, I pressed the play button on the music program.
"...More serious than I expected."
Suddenly, Gan Ye's expression tightened, and she seemed to become serious.
It was a serious look, as if she were challenging the music to a duel.
"No lyrics?"
"There's no singer here. I don't really want to use artificial voices."
One of the main reasons my songs aren't well-received is because they only have background music, and even if I wanted to find someone to
sing, I don't have the connections or fame.
"This interlude...melancholy?"
"Yeah! You actually noticed."
"Here, the pitch after the intro seems a bit high."
"Huh, ah...ah! That's right!"
I couldn't help but shout out loud, which was unusual for me.
I was quite moved by Kanya's opinion.
This was the first person to offer feedback on my music and understand my reasoning for the arrangement.
I couldn't help but feel elated.
It's so wonderful to be understood by others.
And, if I'm lucky, she might even join this department.
"Um, well..."
"Wait a minute, I'm still listening."
Kanya raised her slender finger, quieting me down.
Her stern expression remained unchanged as she listened intently to the music I had composed. Her cuteness had faded, and she now
seemed more like cool.
Even so, her captivating charm remained undiminished, even stronger.
After a while, the first piece ended.
"...Hoo."
"..."
"It's not bad, but it feels like you're only expressing your own feelings. The performance is okay, but in many places
it seems like you can't express the meaning... Ah."
I listened to her words with sparkling eyes.
Gan Ye initially gave my evaluation of the piece with a stern expression, then her expression softened, and her small mouth began to tremble.
"I'm sorry! I actually presumptuously commented on the music of someone I've just met..."
"No, no, I really want to hear more. After all, I composed the piece myself, and these parts are still
not refined enough."
"Eh, is that okay? Is that okay!?"
Gan Ye then began to speak fluently as if she were in her element.
I nodded while enjoying the feeling of having my piece pointed out for improvement.
Talking about music with such a lovely girl, and the topic was my piece.
Time seemed to fly by, and our conversation was over.
It had been almost a year—maybe two—that I hadn't talked to a woman outside of my family for this long.
"Haa~ I'm done! Let's take a short break!"
After giving her evaluation, Gan Ye took out her water bottle from her backpack and took a big gulp.
A faint honey scent wafted into her nose.
Through this series of conversations, I also gained a slight understanding of her personality, though perhaps it was just my imagination.
So, unconsciously, I brought the core of her thoughts to my lips.
I couldn't help but shrug my shoulders and cautiously voiced the question that had been on my mind.
"Could it be that, Gan Ye, you want to be a singer or something?"
"Hmm? Oh, right."
Gan Ye confirmed casually.
I stared wide-eyed, then
turned my face away in embarrassment. Perhaps this reaction displeased her, because Gan Ye frowned.
"Me? I've wanted to be a singer since I was little, and I've always told everyone around me that. Because, if I don't say it out loud
, it's like this dream will disappear..."
"I see..."
I'm really not up to par.
With only one foot in the music world, professionals seem like distant, unattainable ideals
.
Aspiration? Yes, but I haven't taken any action yet.
I sensed that Kanya was working hard towards that dream.
"Because my mom objected, I went to a regular school. Because of practice, I can't attend club
activities often; the brass band is really strict in those places. But the light music club said it's no problem..."
"Well, it's no problem here either! We don't have specific activity days!"
Kanya was dazzling in my eyes.
I really wanted her to join.
But, maybe...
After a brief silence, Kanya sighed, perhaps because the atmosphere had been too heavy.
"But this is the first time she's asked me if I want to be a singer. Maybe we're a good match
."
"Kanya, can I hear you sing?"
I couldn't help but ask her, considering it my last wish.
Kanya seemed to forget to blink for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
"Hmm! What song do you want to sing?"
"Ah, let me open this folder, I'll pick one here..."
Gan Ye stared at the computer screen, then excitedly pointed to the song title like a child.
I switched windows, adjusted the speakers, and the music started playing.
A roughly one-minute intro began.
"Okay."
Gan Ye lightly jumped to the center of the room, her flowing skirt billowing with each step, revealing her delicate
feet alluringly.
"Well then... there's only one person here. But I'll give a big performance! Please listen to my..."
"A concert!"
She excitedly clenched her fist, pretending to hold a microphone, and the moment she began to sing, the world changed.
It was as if a refreshing breeze had blown into the room with the windows tightly shut.
The singing from Gan Ye's lips, already melodious like a bell, became even crisper,
flowing through my entire body as if directly to the back of my ears, bringing a thunderous impact and a refreshing feeling.
In terms of talent, she wouldn't lose to a professional singer.
Although it might be biased, I'm also a seasoned music listener.
If she had a chance to become famous, she would be the kind of person who could make the whole world take notice.
The song ended.
Gan Ye's hair, which had swayed with the song, returned to its original state after the song ended.
I naturally stood up and clapped my hands vigorously.
"Wow...that was amazing!"
"Thank you! Even if it's just polite talk, I'm very happy!"
"It's not just polite talk. Anyone would be moved by that singing."
Looking closely, Gan Ye's bangs were plastered to her forehead, covered in sweat.
She sang with all her might, just for me, her audience.
That fact filled me with an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.
So, I wanted to show my true talent too.
"Um, Gan Ye-san."
"What?"
"I also have some other original compositions. Could you listen to them?"
Several of my compositions hadn't been released online.
Because of shame, and the uneasy feeling of not wanting them to be ruined, I kept them as treasured possessions.
"Huh? What?"
Gan Ye-san quickly showed interest and moved closer.
She seemed to have a very low profile, almost like that.
With stiff, tense movements, I opened the folder and pressed play.
"...Hmm, this one is quite good."
"Yes, it's my original melody."
After saying that, I shut my mouth, letting her focus on the song.
The chorus was going to be the most exciting part for me.
Feeling a pang of fear, I looked out the window, the familiar chorus melody playing in my ears.
Perhaps considering my feelings, Gan Ye-san remained silent.
The song ended there.
"…………"
"…How was it?"
I turned around uneasily, wanting to hear her thoughts.
What was Gan Ye thinking? Perhaps the piece was too naive and would be harshly criticized.
But I was also aware of that.
For her giving her all in her performance, I had to respond with my own full effort.
"…………………"
But Gan Ye didn't answer.
"Gan Ye?"
"…………"
Gan Ye, who had just been as bright and lively as the sun, was now motionless like a doll.
Perhaps she was finding it difficult to speak.
I couldn't help but press her further.
"How was my piece?"
"…Yes…I think it's quite good…"
The answer came!
But something felt off, it was rather vague.
She shouldn't be the type to lie about music.
"…But, it's a bit…too emotionally expressive…"
And she pointed out the flaws in the piece.
Gan Ye's eyes were vacant, and she seemed absent-minded as she spoke.
Her previous nimble and decisive manner had vanished, replaced by a light, airy demeanor.
"Ganya-san, are you perhaps sleepy?"
"...No..."
The answer itself was quite clear.
How should I put it, it seemed like she had some kind of sleepwalking disorder.
No, the possibility was something else... Ah!
"Ganya-san, cheer up, can you wake up?"
I gently grabbed Ganya-san's shoulders and shook her.
That piece of music might have caused her to bump her head or something? After all, I hadn't been looking at her, so
that was probably the only explanation.
"...Yes, wake up..."
"Ganya-san!"
"...Huh, ah... oh?"
But suddenly, Ganya-san's eyes brightened again, and her body seemed to regain its strength as she
looked at me.
Then, she noticed my hands touching her body as I shook her.
I immediately let go and stepped back, while Ganya-san tilted her head in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I'm sorry! Ganye's reaction just now seemed a bit strange..."
"Oh, speaking of which, I was just listening to music...? Ah, sorry! Maybe I just
fell asleep!"
Ganye returned
to her normal self, lightly clasping her hands together in apology. I felt relieved that she was back to normal, but I was still puzzled by her earlier ambiguity.
What was going on?
"Speaking of which, what time is it now?"
"Uh, eh..."
"I have class today! Oh no, oh no!"
Time, huh? Come to think of it, we were just having a lively discussion about music.
Ganye looked at her phone and stood up, looking around frantically.
Then, seeing the door to the room, she ran over like the wind and opened it.
"Sorry! I'm in a hurry, that's all for today! Bye!"
Ganye waved to me and left the clubroom.
I stood up a moment later and followed her to the door.
"I had a great time today!"
Gan Ye shouted loudly, waving vigorously at me as she seemed to notice me watching her leave.
I waved goodbye to her nervously and went back to my room.
Here, only the quiet space that usually belonged to me remained.
Feeling that lingering loneliness, something still lingers in my mind.
—Gan Ye, what was that look like?
Looking at my palms, I can't muster the energy to continue composing...
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