"There's rap music on it that you'll like. Take it and listen to it for now. When you feel it's no longer useful, return it to me."
"If you always find it useful, if it can spur you on or provide inspiration, then keep it."
Killer B was stunned to hear that it even had rap songs!
"Really, sir?! You actually have rap songs? This thing can have songs on it?"
"And also... how do I use this thing?"
The heat of his excitement instantly cooled.
Torikaze looked at him helplessly and could only teach him how to use it himself.
The model was old and had few functions—just volume, track selection, and the power switch.
Hearing the familiar cadence coming from the small iron block in hand, Killer B's eyes welled up.
"There really is rap music. I've found the goal I need to strive for! Someday, I'll have music of my own too!"
Torikaze laughed. "Then shouldn't you study properly?"
Killer B had truly found the path for his future all at once.
The music in the player was obviously far, far better than his own rap.
And it even had incredibly upbeat accompaniment.
It was much better than the BGM he had been born with.
"Lord Torikaze, I'll go back and listen carefully to these songs right away! I'll do my best to find my own path in rap through them!"
Torikaze thought that sounded good, but he still gave him a reminder. "I need to tell you this: there's nothing wrong with listening to other people's songs, but don't walk their path."
"Otherwise, you'll be trapped on someone else's road forever, unable to surpass them for your entire life."
Killer B only half understood, so Torikaze continued.
"You can draw on the strengths of many others,