Reincarnation Band Magician

Nagasaki Kiyoshi didn't know much, and at this moment, he recalled a violin piece that had left a deep impression on him.

At that time, his mother pointed at the TV and asked him if he wanted to learn the violin.

But in his lonely campus life, influenced by another lonely person, he learned to play a more "band-like" instrument, the bass. When we talk about a band, it means bass, guitar, and drums.

"Canon—Johann Pachelbel's Canon in D Major. I think there's a piano version, right?"

Toyokawa Shoko recalled, "It really gave me a hard time, but I did practice. Although I don't remember the music very well, I will try my best."

"Come on, Xiangzi."

After all, it is a famous song that was sent into space. In the information-rich 21st century, especially with the popularization of the Internet, even primary school students may know that song.

Xiangzi has practiced it.

Sitting in front of the piano, this was one of the most relaxing moments she had experienced since coming to the other world. She then adjusted her posture, recalled the subtle differences in the piano's structure, and emphasized the details that needed to be changed.

Take a deep breath.

Fingers as beautiful as the ivory keys gently fell—

After the melancholy, the uplifting music pours out.

……

The performance is over.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi was the first to applaud, and stepped forward with a smile, "You play so well, Xiangzi."

Toyokawa Shoko nodded politely, unable to hide her pride in her smile. "Thank you for the compliment, but I still need to work harder."

Solitaire also applauded.

Music is something that can convey emotions without the need for words—but demons have no emotions, so she just thinks it sounds nice.

However, he lacks some skills, and the difference between him and Aite is like the difference between a soldier who has been on the battlefield and a new recruit who has just joined the army.

Aite, holding the child, had no time to applaud. She expressed her approval with words and expressions: "Excellent, Miss Xiangzi. This is a piece I haven't heard before, and your performance is as good as the score."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Solitaire interpreted this as useless courtesy between humans and walked over to touch the keys.

“I want to learn this.”

She sees it as a fun, playful toy.

The two pianists looked at each other.

Xiangzi took the initiative to take on this task.

By now, the three adults in the house all had responsibilities outside of school.

In a Cage: 20. Theory of Translation

Before evening, Shoko Toyokawa, feeling the sea breeze, remembered and mentioned the issue of piano storage to Solitaire.

"Such humidity will affect the wood over time..."

"Just replace it if it breaks."

Solitaire was very proud of the shipyard he had renovated and didn't want to change anything.

"But if carefully preserved, such an exceptional piano and such a wonderful sound can be preserved for at least a hundred years."

"Does that make any difference?"

The witch looked at Toyokawa Shoko in confusion.

That look made Xiangzi a little stiff.

The next moment when the atmosphere was about to freeze——

"Xiangzi, little Clara is making a fuss again. Come sing for her so that Mrs. Ate can have a rest."

Nagasaki Kiyoshi came over holding the child and handed the baby to her with a helpless look on his face.

Now the eldest daughter has also learned the proper hugging posture. Clara, who is not very sensible, often wonders if a certain part of her body will get bigger or smaller. Every time someone changes hands, she touches it with her dirty hands to confirm.

"I'm sorry, I was rude."

Shoko Toyokawa left with the child.

With genuine confusion, Solitaire asked Nagasaki Kiyoshi, who had never let her down.

"Tell me, is there any difference between a few years and decades for this thing?"

"No," Nagasaki Kiyoshi shook his head and answered sincerely, "If I lose interest in it, it might not be used for a few years and just piled up in the storage room, just like 'us'."

"Hahaha...you're the funniest indeed!"

Solitaire's smile brightened a little. She patted his shoulder and waved. A stack of papers flew over, with modern common language written in neat handwriting on them.

"I've rewritten the first part of 'Basic Magic Theory' using modern terminology. If you study it, it will be enough to sense magic if you have talent."

With her knowledge and experience, she could accurately translate this thousand-year-old magic book, which was difficult for humans to understand. However, Solitiel did not like such boring work and would not do it if it took too long.

"You can learn the rest of the content on your own. Magic cannot avoid the common language of the empire."

"Thank you."

Solitaire looked at him again, her interest piqued. "Is this what you call politeness? Even in a relationship as 'equal' as ours, you still have to express gratitude."

"For me personally, it's like this. It's a habit."

"I see. I'm so sorry for not saying anything about it in the past few months."

She smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Qing."

……

After dinner, Solitaire said she would go out for a day to her former temporary residence to retrieve some old books.

Books for learning the ancient imperial language are also included.

So Nagasaki Kiyoshi and Shoko had a quiet time to spend alone with Aite and her daughter.

No one was watching me these past few days, and my sleep quality improved dramatically.

The demons will probably be back tomorrow. In order to express his reluctance to leave during this period, Xiangzi took Nagasaki Kiyoshi to Ms. Aite's room.

Chat with others and play with children before going to bed.

Aite sleeps on a box bed with a cradle next to it, so he can be gently rocked while lying on the bed.

She usually played with her daughter in bed for a while, watched her practice crawling, and then talked to her. When Clara was sleepy, she put her in the cradle to sleep. She closed the door of the bed, lit an oil lamp to read, or sat quietly on the bed to study magic.

Today is unusual, those two people also came.

Aite could never understand these two people. They seemed to not belong to this world. The concepts of king, lord, and family did not exist for them.

With skin like that and such a quick reading speed, he couldn't possibly be a noble...

Now she has given up thinking, just like she doesn't think about how big the gap is between herself and Solitaire. The difference in thinking between her and these two people is probably that big.

"Excuse me, I came to see little Clara."

"Can I come in?"

"Of course, come in, there's nothing here worth worrying about."

After moving into Aite, Nagasaki Kiyoshi rarely came to this room, but Toyokawa Shoko came a few times.

At night, the room is bathed in the warm yellow light of kerosene lamps, and smells of a mixture of soap, frankincense, burning kerosene, and other odors.

Completely different from Xiangzi, who only smells of soap, he has the complexity of an adult.

Maybe because she had come into contact with new things today, little Clara's energy was consumed very quickly. At this time, she could hardly open her eyes. She just rubbed against her mother's arms from time to time, with her little body curled up.

They didn't bother them for long and were ready to leave after staying for a while.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi originally brought the manuscript with him, but when he saw the magic book on Aite's bed and her gentle yet tired expression, he decided to discuss it tomorrow.

If he has talent, then this one night won't make a difference; if not, the same thing will happen.

Before leaving, we chatted briefly about tomorrow's teaching plan.

Aite said she needed to think about and organize her subsequent learning content.

The two of them had already laid a foundation in the language, and language teaching had come to a temporary end. From then on, they would read books independently to increase their knowledge. If Shoko Toyokawa could properly utilize her comprehension ability, her learning speed would be very fast.

They also need to learn from Aite: common sense about the mainland, aristocratic etiquette and related knowledge, and other musical instruments she masters...

These are all time-consuming courses.

A lot can be expanded simultaneously, so it takes some time to think and organize.

Before leaving, Nagasaki Kiyoshi asked her if she had any bedtime greetings.

"It's a bedtime greeting, usually 'good night'."

"'Goodnight' right?"

"Well, curl your tongue a little more and draw out the tone a little longer."

"Good night then, Ms. Etter."

"Good night, have a good rest."

After saying hello, Nagasaki Kiyoshi and Toyokawa Shoko closed the door.

The woman, with a gentle temperament and a hint of melancholy, returned to the bed and sat down, looking at the sleeping face of her child, a little dazed.

This was the first greeting she had heard in a while.

……

early morning.

Even if Solitaire wasn't there, they would still study the same thing tomorrow.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi got up, put on his clothes, and knocked on the upper bed board. After the eldest lady responded with "hmm", he left the room to avoid the girl's privacy.

Before going out, I had to make some noise to avoid seeing the scene of Aite feeding Clara.

Children are unreasonable when they are making a fuss and don't want to wait at all.

Although Mrs. Aite said that there was no need to worry too much, Nagasaki Kiyoshi still kept an eye on it.

To his faithful kitchen.

His was the only voice allowed in the kitchen, and not even Solitaire could question it.

At the beginning, he was the best among the short ones, but as time went on, Nagasaki Kiyoshi felt that his cooking skills were improving.

Strictly speaking, it is the improvement of control over the body.

It should be the result of adaptive evolution, but Nagasaki Kiyoshi doesn't know what he adapted to or what he evolved into.

There is no phased effect yet, I can only feel that something is brewing.

We cannot understand knowledge as intuitively as Xiangzi, who just masters it and that’s it.

"Oh, I forgot."

I remembered there were other things I wanted to raise.

Feed the chickens.

I harvested three eggs, one of which was still warm.

You can study the breeding and hatching of chickens, and then you can put the chickens on the table.

I don’t know if Ate understands.

Freshly fried eggs, toasted, and spread with homemade mayonnaise, and a simple egg sandwich is ready.

Xiangzi, who had changed his clothes, also came out, stroking his hairband and turning it in front of him.

"how?"

"Everything is fine, what about me?"