As the man's bow seemed to gain a blade of immense force, it instantly drew out a long, trembling note.
At the same time, it made every audience member's heart tremble along with it!
"Perfect!!"
Yao Han rose to his feet, spread his arms wide, and opened his mouth in an expression of absolute intoxication—an exaggerated look he showed whenever he saw a performance that satisfied him.
"A masterpiece, this is a masterpiece! Isaac!!"
Yao Han shouted excitedly, crushing his cup of cola into a ball as veins bulged on the back of his hand.
(Flawless technique. The intonation is accurate down to the tiniest fraction, and the rhythm is as steady as an atomic clock. The bowing is crisp and clean, without a trace of noise or unintended glissando. The dynamics follow preset values with absolute precision. It sounds like a perfect mechanical reproduction.)
In that instant, Connor's heart surged with excitement as well.
Turning the art of music into nothing but a showcase of technical skill?
As expected of you, Teacher Isaac!
(The piece is called "Blinding Lights." It was specially composed by Teacher Nishikawa Yuuhaku for Teacher Isaac!)
(The purpose was to let him fully display his strengths and present a performance as perfect as if it had been verified by a computer?) Perez said excitedly.
No one could possibly complete such a magnificent performance through sheer control alone, completely detached from emotional expression.
That was the kind of thing that could only happen in comics or television dramas.
In reality, it was impossible!
A slight mistake in fingertip pressure, a momentary lapse of focus when glancing at the judges' table, a brief drop in mood caused by nerves.
Those were all real possibilities that would inevitably affect a performer.
So-called "ultimate control" was nothing more than