Miluno's Performance

(Sun Yao)

Friday evening.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared below the city skyline, the highly anticipated Supernova Idol Festival officially began and was broadcast simultaneously on television.

The stadium, which can hold 50,000 people, was packed to the brim.

That's not all; many ticketless citizens were also gathered outside the stadium to watch the big screen, demonstrating the public's enthusiasm.

Looking out the window from backstage at the stage set up on the green field, I was so nervous that I started stamping my feet.

It wasn't that I was nervous for myself.

The duel between Miluno and Miss Fahrenheit is the first match of the main competition of this Idol Festival, and I care a lot about the result.

Miss Miluno will not lose...

Although that's what I wanted to say, Miss Fahrenheit's profession was a magician.

She is a professional in acting.

This one-on-one competition format has been criticized online, but it has indeed increased the entertainment value of the Idol Festival. Some have even suggested that the strongest magical girl be determined by having the girls clash with each other using their magic...

But then it wouldn't be Idol Festival anymore.

That was the First Under Heaven Martial Arts Tournament.

"Miss Fahrenheit has prepared a whole bunch of props, is Miluno alright?"

Seeing Miluno enter the arena in her full Battle Dress, I felt a pang of anxiety.

Clearly, she was not adequately prepared.

The Shark Princess Witch reminded us that we went to the shopping center yesterday to choose our performance costumes, but Miluno ultimately decided to wear her Battle Dress directly onto the stage.

She stood in front of a high-end navy blue trench coat for a long time, so what made her choose to give up?

"Hey, you're in the second group to go on stage, do you still have time to worry about Miluno?"

These were the words spoken by Miss Hallley.

She's doing seated forward bends next to me.

This is a warm-up.

She prepared a dance performance and even hired a dance troupe as backup dancers. Unfortunately, her opponent had no chance of surviving to the next round.

"I'll worry about myself after Miluno's performance is over."

"So you'll start worrying about me after you've all finished performing?"

"You don't need to worry at all..."

She was in the last group.

But no matter which group she's in, her confident and composed attitude remains unchanged.

The backstage area of the stadium wasn't large, at least not for the sixteen magical girls. There were no separate dressing rooms; those who hadn't yet played were all placed here by the organizers. This was originally a rest area for athletes, so there was always a lingering smell of sweat from the men in the air...

Miss Halley, who was doing a forward bend stretch, accidentally poked my shoulder with her long tail.

"Ceruno, your opponent is here."

Walking towards me was Miss Freya, wearing headphones...

Oh no, now we should call her Miss Fran.

In her magical girl form, her hair is even longer, with blonde hair tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head, giving her a dashing and heroic look. However, she still dresses in the casual and flamboyant style of a street singer, which matches the guitar she carries on her back.

It's hard to tell if she's wearing makeup, but overall she's a pretty woman.

But where exactly does the title "Harvest Goddess" come from?

I couldn't tell at all.

She took out her phone and typed out what she wanted to say using a translation app.

[Good afternoon]

"Yes, good afternoon, Miss Fran."

[It's surprising that 'Moonlit Gale' is also planning to play the guitar.]

"She can't compare to you; she only learned it at the last minute for the competition..."

I wrote a new song for today's competition.

I replied, "I plan to sing one of Miss Fran's earlier works, but with a new arrangement."

The pieces each person was to perform had already been submitted to the organizers, so there was no need to hide it from her now.

She stared wide-eyed at it for a few seconds, then broke into a happy smile.

Really?

It's an honor to be chosen by you, madam. I look forward to it.

"Um!"

"Miss 'Moonlit Gale,' please begin your performance."

The pointless small talk has ended.

On the stage in the center of the green field, several judges who looked like big shots put down their microphones, and Miluno breathed a sigh of relief.

Now comes the main event.

The stage lights suddenly dimmed, and a spotlight shone a beam of light onto Miluno.

She sat on a high stool, her head slightly bowed.

A cool-looking guitar rested on his lap, his hand holding the pick, seemingly searching for a feeling, his fingers trembling in the air.

Whoosh--

The solo begins.

Long legs beneath the pleated skirt, the heels of tall boots tapping rhythmically on the footrest of the stool.

The soothing guitar music and the clear, crisp vocals are like waiting for the spring breeze in a quiet snowfield...

[This kind of soothing music is indeed more suitable for beginners.]

Miss Fran offered her professional critique of Miluno's performance.

But this level of difficulty is not enough to break through.

Miss Fahrenheit clearly pulled out all the stops, delivering a last-minute guitar performance...

Zheng----

The scene abruptly shifts, a deafening high note rings out, Miluno suddenly kicks the microphone away, raising her acoustic guitar high above her head.

"Oh, so that's what you were planning?"

Miss Halley muttered to herself.

The next second.

The guitar, plummeting downwards, was smashed to pieces.

Wood chips, broken strings, and the attack of a note flew everywhere as it shattered.

But time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The shattered guitar blossomed into flowers in front of Miluno.

Drop the pick.

He lifted the microphone with the tip of his boot.

Act Two begins.

"Burning flowers into the bone"

"Burning songs as a prelude"

Singing a cappella while eating wheat.

Only Miluno's singing remained in the entire venue.

It's incredible that it could bring such tranquility to 50,000 people...

Next.

She turned the hourglass at her waist, and the nearly still wooden guitar began to reverse time, the flying debris gradually returning to its place, eventually ending up in Miluno's hands.

Intact and undamaged.

The soul-cleansing a cappella performance has ended...

The performance has entered its climax in its third phase!

The exhilarating guitar rhythm just wouldn't stop.

The tempo was twice as fast as the intro, and the melody of the whole song was suddenly very tight, igniting the souls of the entire audience.

This relentless climax continued until the very end.

"That's really bold... No, it's precisely because Miluno is an amateur that she was able to come up with such a performance effect, right? Three fragmented segments were actually strung together by her magic."

Miss Halley had one eye closed, and fine beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I was also moved by Miluno's performance."

Backstage, even through the wall, we were all so inspired; the stadium audience was completely captivated by Miluno's singing.

"Miss Fahrenheit is coming to the stage."

He was dressed in the standard magician's attire, and his long purple hair was quite striking on stage.

It would have been fine if she had performed before Miluno, but now...

[The magician has already lost.]

That's what Miss Fran said, and she even wiped away her tears.

[Her musical skills aren't deep; you can tell she's a beginner just by listening to her playing. But in terms of performance... she's amazing! She's just too good!]

What's going on with her translation software? How did she translate "too good"?

I agree.

Miss Halley echoed this sentiment.

"What kind of magic trick could possibly touch people's hearts and move their souls like music?"

Random thoughts: It's quite difficult to describe the performance in words; writing it out is a real pain.