I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

At this moment, a staff member wearing a sun hat came over to make a notification, which made many members nervous.

As in previous years, the participating units in the music parade marched along the "Yonglong Bridge" at certain intervals and held a concert in the shopping park in the afternoon.

I used to come here with a playful attitude, but now I suddenly feel something is different.

"Why do I feel even more pressure this year?" Yuka Isomoto hugged Susa tightly, the air in her lungs suddenly felt heavy.

Saito Harutori smiled, but her gaze kept searching for Nagase Tsukiyo's figure in the park:

"Because Asahikawa High School is ranked ahead of us, there will be pressure."

Yuka Isomoto glanced at her, her facial muscles tensing:

Will the moonlit night come?

Saito Haruka paused, her full breasts bulging high under her blue and white dress, her eyes gleaming with an ambitious light:

"Definitely, Yueye wouldn't lie to me."

Chapter 60. Maintaining peak condition for the game.

The area around Yonglong Bridge is already overcrowded.

Kitahara Hakuba and Shinomiya Haruka stood in the crowd on both sides of the street. Looking around, there were so many people on the street that you couldn't see the doors of the shops.

"The 93rd Hokkaido Music Grand Tour is about to begin, with 81 groups and a total of 4080 staff and performers participating."

The female host's quiet voice came through the loudspeaker, inadvertently overlapping with the noise of the crowd.

"First up is the Hokkaido Police Band. Founded in 1942 (Showa 31), the band aims to gain understanding and cooperation from farmers regarding police activities, and this year marks their 69th anniversary."

Standing at the front were local male high school students holding a green flag with white lettering that read "Hokkaido Music March," and they looked quite reserved.

The first few bands on the list are all government organizations, such as the police band, the Ground Self-Defense Force band, the fire brigade band, and so on.

"Oh my, look at those elementary school students holding signs, they're so cute with their little ones."

Shinomiya Haruka naturally took his arm and pointed to the children in the line whose school badges were all crookedly held.

"Yeah, cute."

As soon as Kitahara Hakuba finished speaking, he spotted Nagase Tsukiyo standing in the crowd, who still stood out even in the Kamiya uniform.

Her originally loose, long black hair was now tied into princess knots and headbands on both sides, making her look just like a wealthy heiress from Tokyo whose father had been kicked out of the house.

Nagase Tsukiyo didn't notice Kitahara Hakuba; she simply stood there demurely, quietly waiting for the Shin-Asahi High School brass band to make their appearance.

"Are you nervous?" Shinomiya Haruka suddenly asked.

"More than nervous, I'm looking forward to it." Kitahara Hakuba's body was indeed stiffer than usual, except for the part of his arm that was touching which was soft.

Although the focus is on the afternoon concert, the tone produced by the marching band is also a standard for evaluating the quality of the members' practice.

The procession resembled a gentle river frequently cleaved by knives, with the distinct rhythms of the musical instruments rising and falling like ocean waves, sometimes surging and sometimes scattering.

“Oh, you’re here,” said Shinomiya Haruka.

But it wasn't Shin-Asahi High School that came; instead, it was Asahikawa High School, Kitahara Hakuba's formidable rival for a spot in the national tournament.

"Next up is the Asahikawa High School Brass Band. Hello everyone, we are the silver medalists from last year's national competition. Today, we will be performing 'The End of Early Spring,' a piece with a light and cheerful rhythm that we hope you will enjoy—"

Over the loudspeaker, the female host continued reciting the opening lines for each wind instrument section.

Their uniforms were all white, which looked very refreshing, and the sounds of the musical instruments were like the continuous spring breeze, brushing past Kitahara Hakuba's ears.

Schools that have won gold medals are different; the sounds they produce are brimming with unparalleled confidence.

The mid-to-low frequencies pour out from the Susa, followed by a stunningly rapid key change in the trombone, and with the addition of the trumpet, the melody immediately evokes the howling of spring.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Shinomiya Haruka couldn't help but exclaim.

Kitahara Hakuba nodded with his arms crossed. Asahikawa High School wasn't a team specializing in marching bands; their sitting style was stronger.

"Next up are the students from Shin-Asahi Private High School in Hakodate City. Hello everyone, we are the Shin-Asahi Private High School Brass Band. The piece we will be playing today is 'Sing, Sing, Sing.' We hope you enjoy it."

Finally, it was Shin-Asahi High School's turn, but unlike Asahikawa High School, they also received cheers from the crowd.

It's just a bit unconventional.

"Wow, this school has so many beautiful girls!"

Wow, what beautiful clothes!

"Look at that one with the Susa, isn't it a little too beautiful?"

"The person holding the sign is so tall!"

Among the group of girls, Saito Haruka possessed the most enviable figure and the alluring face of a young woman confined to her chambers. Her elaborate attire contrasted sharply with the cuteness of the other girls.

The allure emanating from within made all the other girls around pale in comparison.

As for the Susa they used this time, it is made of fiberglass reinforced plastic, which is lighter than the tuba and is the perfect choice for a marching band.

But it's still quite heavy, weighing around ten kilograms, which is still a considerable burden for girls.

At this moment, Kawai Sakurako raised the ceremonial staff, the taiko drums beat in rhythm with the sharp whistle, and Amemori Kan, holding up the school sign, began to stride forward.

The odd-numbered people spaced themselves out at equal intervals, and suddenly, a confident tone burst forth from the trumpet of the first trumpet.

All the orchestral and wooden instruments sounded at the same time, creating a melody around Kuno Tachibana's trumpet.

With stable intervals, every instrument can produce a beautiful sound.

Nagase Tsukiyo stared blankly at the rapidly improving brass band, her delicate eyelashes trembling, and some embarrassing desire stirring in her eyes.

When she was in the wind band, the members were lazy and complacent, achieved nothing, and even felt that it was acceptable.

As a result, once they left the club, all the members began to improve, and they were able to play marching band, which was even worse than sitting, in a way that surprised everyone.

Nagase Tsukiyo gripped her arm with her right hand, almost gritting her teeth as she spoke:

"What...am I...?"

"Xiao Hua! Xiao Hua—!" A woman shouted with laughter as she held up her phone to record, "That's my daughter playing the trumpet! My daughter!"

Shenxu High School students quickly walked down the street and disappeared around the corner.

"Not bad, Kitahara." Shinomiya smiled as he looked at him from afar. "You're such a good teacher."

"You're too kind. You taught very well too, walking like a funeral procession."

Faced with her praise, Kitahara Hakuba felt a surge of heat in his mind, making him feel elated.

"Do you want to stay and watch? I need to go prepare for the concert," he asked.

Shinomiya Haruka held his arm tightly the whole time, and said in a rather ambiguous tone:

"Wherever you go, I'll go."

"Let's go together then."

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As soon as Kitahara Hakuba arrived at the rest area of ​​Shinshu High School, he could hear cheers and warm applause falling like raindrops.

"Awesome! We're awesome!"

"Well~~ I've already said it, our Shenxu girl is both beautiful and strong!"

"Huh? My mom's calling me? Where?"

Kirishima Mai was breathing heavily. Because she was always afraid of exposing herself under her skirt, she was so focused that she almost had a cramp from nervousness.

But it's finally over, so I'd better hurry back to the hotel to change out of this outfit.

The previously noisy club members all fell silent and waited for Kitahara Hakuba to speak as soon as they saw him approaching.

"Does everyone want to practice the ensemble this afternoon, or take a break and go watch the procession?" Kitahara Hakuba asked with a smile.

"Can we go see it?!" Mizuno Kaze exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course you can, but an hour won't save you or me."

"Great!"

"However! Everyone must go back to the hotel to register first, and we need to meet in front of the hotel at 1 p.m.

Next, the group took a bus to a Japanese-style hotel, which was very close to the concert venue, just a five-minute walk away.

"It's here again. It was here last year."

"Honestly, can't we stay somewhere nicer? The boss is so stingy."

"The showerhead in the room I stayed in last time was broken, so I had to go to someone else's room to take a shower."

Faced with numerous complaints from club members about the old and run-down hotel, Yukawa Sakurako kept trying her best to comfort them:

"The school is covering the cost of this accommodation, so please don't complain too much. Think about it: if we were to pay for the accommodation, we would have to budget for the things we want to buy."

Although I was still a little dissatisfied, I thought about it and realized that the money I saved could be used to buy things I liked, so it wasn't a loss.

Kitahara Hakuba lives in a small cubicle on the stairs. The third floor is for girls and the second floor is for boys. To put it bluntly, he acts as the girls' security guard.

Haruka Shinomiya lived with the girls.

Most of the club members put down their luggage and went out with their friends to continue watching the journey, but Saito Harutori sat on a pile of tiles next to the hotel garden, as if deep in thought.

She looked just like a tender wife waiting for her husband to return.

Kitahara Hakuba went to the hotel front desk to check the registration form, confirmed the number of club members on the list, signed his name, and then left.

"Why are you still here? I just saw Nagase-kun, aren't you going to go and say hello?"

She slowly raised her head, her gaze meeting Kitahara Hakuma's, her voice incredibly gentle:

"The performance is this afternoon, and I was thinking of buying some throat-soothing tea for everyone. The delivery should arrive soon. I need to make sure everyone is in perfect condition for the performance. As for Tsukiyo... Eri is with her."

Saito Haruka's words were like a bitter pill, her true feelings wrapped in layers of sugar. Kitahara Hakuba still doesn't know what she's really thinking.

"Ah~ It's here! It's here!"

The cheerful sounds pulled Kitahara Hakuba back to reality, where he saw Kuno Tatsuka leading a woman over.

"Teacher Kitahara, this is my mom, my mom. This is our brass band's advisor! He's handsome and plays many instruments!"

"Thank you, teacher. I'm so grateful for your help in taking care of my child," Kuno's mother said, bowing.

Kitahara Hakuba immediately became reserved, bowing slightly as he said: