Create MYGO second creation, but make them cry

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“But I still feel it’s not enough. Just MUJICA doesn’t feel like the band’s name is complete,” Xiangzi said.

Then, Xiangzi watched as Banami took her pen and wrote the word "ave" in front of the word "mujica".

Now that things have come to this, Banami no longer needs to hide anything.

"AVE? Is that Latin for praise?" Xiangzi asked.

Banami nodded slightly, then shook her head, and said, "In Spanish, it also means bird."

Suddenly, Xiangzi's eyes lit up: "A bird without self, a caged bird, a bird yearning for freedom... just like... me in the past."

When a bird without a self truly breaks free from its cage for the first time and comes to the vast world, it can fly freely.

Only when a puppet breaks free from the strings that manipulate it can it develop a consciousness called self.

At this moment, the vague thoughts that had been in Xiangzi's mind gradually became clear.

Then, almost without stopping, she wrote down a song that had been lingering in her heart for a long time on the back of the sheet music.

That was the theme song she once wanted to write for that band that didn't even have a name yet.

“Xi, I think…” she suddenly said.

“Later, we’ll sing the song you wrote,” Banami said, as if on cue.

***

Before going on stage, Banami handed Shoko a black, openwork mask.

"What is this?" she couldn't help but ask.

"I just bought some magic props so that people won't recognize us during the performance."

※Product Name: Masquerade Ball

*Effect: After the user puts on the mask, they will appear as someone else to others. Videos recorded by cameras and other electronic devices will also be affected.

※Note: This item only works in locations that the system identifies as the stage.

Price: 20,000 Cat Coins

After all, if the two of them behave in public and a guest records a video and posts it online, there is still a risk of them being exposed to the Toyokawa family. Therefore, with this prop, there is no chance of anything going wrong.

They can even record videos themselves and post them online without worrying about being recognized.

"But why does this mask look so much like the mask I chose when I was preparing stage costumes for the new band?"

Because that band, which died before it even began, also had its members kept out of the public eye for various reasons.

"I specially spent an extra 5,000 cat coins to customize this style."

"You clearly said the mask I chose looked like underwear pulled over my head, you bastard, Banami!"

Banami couldn't help but laugh out loud, but in the end, the girl still put on the black, hollowed-out mask.

She came onto the stage, Banami picked up an electric guitar, and Shoko stood in front of the keyboard and microphone.

Upon seeing the new singer, the customers below took a second look.

Being watched by so many eyes at the same time, Xiangzi couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but soon her eyes became stern, and she glanced at the boy next to her, only to see him nod slightly.

As long as Banami is there, Xiangzi has no worries about the quality of the accompaniment.

She took a deep breath and then said into the microphone, "Good evening, everyone. The next song I want to sing is for my teammates who have left, although they probably won't hear it."

But I still want to shout out my heart.

Then came a powerful heavy metal rock intro with electric guitar and keyboard, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Wearing a mask, Toyokawa Shoko gently raised her hand on the stage of an unnamed bar and said, "Welcome to the world of Ave Mjica (ようこそAve Mujica の世界へ)."

Chapter Eleven: Don't Listen to Slow Songs When You're Heartbroken

Sitting by the window on the Shinkansen, a stylish and beautiful girl in sunglasses watched the autumn rain outside, which shrouded the fields under the dark clouds in a misty, deserted atmosphere.

The golden leaves, beaten down by the rain, added to the sense of desolation.

It was precisely because this scene so perfectly matched the girl in sunglasses' current state of mind that she inexplicably felt a sense of irritation.

She couldn't help but open her phone and start browsing YouTube. After glancing at her account data, she seemed even more agitated.

So she put on her headphones and looked at the music charts on YouTube, hoping to find some music that would calm her down.

She listened to several songs but didn't feel anything special until... her finger landed on a girl wearing a black mask on the cover of a video.

She had no recollection of the girl on the cover, but the masked figure reminded her of something.

"Welcome to the world of Ave Mujica? Is this kind of chuunibyou (delusional) style popular lately?"

The girl in sunglasses habitually mocked everything in a low voice, but watching the video's soaring numbers made her a little curious.

Girls often feel frustrated by their unfulfilled potential. Why is it that even though her videos are so good, they never get as many views as those weird and quirky videos, like this kind of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) style video?

Even the account name is a bizarre name like "Ave Mujica".

Driven by curiosity, she clicked on it without thinking.

It turned out to be a male-female duo, with a guitarist and a keyboardist, which was very strange.

The strong beat and melody at the beginning immediately grabbed her attention.

"...Welcome to the world of Ave Mujica."

The voice of the unfamiliar girl was somewhat mysterious.

*For irreversible life history

*Drive down the wooden stakes leading to the end.

*Leaning forward, nodding, and smiling ingratiatingly.

*A story woven together by clowns

*In Mikazuki's Boat (らLaラRァ罗rARAN)

*The flowers of music (らLaラRァ裸rA岚)

*Torn to shreds, they transformed into countless stars.

*Causes you to become infected with a deadly poison

It evokes the solemnity of religion and the mystery of the night. This arrangement style is quite unique. Sunglasses Girl, or rather, Yutenji Ruomai, can understand why this song's ranking has risen so quickly.

If I had to describe it, I came up with a word: dark gothic.

Then, Miaomeng thought of something else... This was probably the style that woman wanted to pursue back then.

If she had been able to produce a similarly completed song back then, perhaps the voting results would have been different...

She was initially immersed in the song, but when she thought of that woman and the boy who had lost contact with her, Miao Meng's mood became irritable again, so she took off her headband.

Just then, the sound of the Shinkansen bullet train came from inside.

"Kobe Prefectural Station, we've arrived. Kobe Prefectural Station, we've arrived."

Upon hearing this sound, Miaomeng stood up, dragged her suitcase, and got off the bus with the others.

Unlike the enclosed and slightly stuffy air inside the carriage, the cool breeze brought by the autumn rain when she got off the train slightly dispelled the girl's gloom.

Watching the raindrops dripping, she instinctively reached out her hand, but just then, her phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Miaomeng felt a little better. When she answered the phone, her tone changed to authentic Kumamoto dialect.

"Mom, why are you calling all of a sudden?"

"That's what I'm going to ask you. Why are you suddenly going home?"

"Haha, I'm just a little tired of staying in Tokyo, so I want to go home and rest for a bit."

"Xiaomai, you haven't broken up with your boyfriend, have you?" Suddenly, the plump woman on the other end said.

Suddenly, the boy came to Miaomeng's mind. She gripped the phone slightly and said, "Nonsense! Your daughter is ruthless, heartless, and tearless. My goal is to marry into a wealthy family like Senmina Nami. I would never be easily dumped by those cheap men."

"Hmph, the more you emphasize it like that, the stranger it seems to me..."

But before the cat mom could finish speaking, the cat dream called out, "Okay, I still need to check into the hotel. I'll transfer in Kobe to go home tomorrow, we'll talk about it then."

After saying that, the girl hung up the phone rather hastily.

Now that things have come to this, how could I possibly say it? Not only did jealousy ruin the band, but... even the man himself didn't win.

Miaomeng took something out of her pocket.

It was a ring with a name engraved on the inside.

Compared to a grass wreath casually woven by someone on the beach, this metal ring, though equally unexpensive, at least falls into the category of "wedding ring."

However, the inside of the ring is not engraved with "Yutenji Wakami", but with the word "SAKI".

Although she had long since accepted this fact, she still felt a sense of resentment every time she looked at the ring alone.

Perhaps the reason they acted that way in the new band was because...

Yutenji Wakana gently shook her head, carefully put the ring back in her pocket, pulled her suitcase, opened her umbrella, and walked on the misty, rain-drenched street.

She exhaled softly, with a dark, pleasurable feeling that she felt the whole world was suffering with her when she was in a bad mood.

Actually, Miaomeng wasn't too unfamiliar with this transit town, since it was from here that she first left her hometown for Tokyo.

Every time she travels from Kumamoto back to Tokyo, or vice versa, she stops here to stroll around and stays at the same hotel where she first stayed.

My mother said this is called being nostalgic, and she also said that women who are nostalgic are very good women.

But Miaomeng didn't think so; she was a bad woman.

As night slowly falls, the autumn rain reflects even more scattered light under the neon lights, creating a somewhat hazy effect.

Miaomeng's destination was the familiar hotel after passing through this commercial street.

Just as she was pondering whether to get something to eat there, a slightly familiar voice came from a nearby bar.

"...Welcome to the world of Ave Mujica."

Miao Meng, somewhat curious, arrived at the entrance of the bar and found that the seats were already full of tourists. On the small stage, there was a band with a keyboardist and guitarist wearing masks.

Looking at the stage setting and the appearance of the two strangers, Miao Meng felt a sense of fantasy.

Unexpectedly, the song I heard on the Shinkansen just now happened to be the one I met when I got off the train.

Perhaps the passengers sitting here share the same thoughts as her, after all, YouTube spreads information very quickly.

*(Memento mori) Is this a curse?

*(Memento mori) or Redemption?

Let us now offer our hearts to the darkness.

*Ave Musica, making miracles a daily occurrence (Fortuna)

*Ave Musica, granting you mercy and compassion (Lacrima)

*If you hold onto this right hand tightly (it will never end)

*Dyed in a dark allure, becoming a prisoner of pleasure.

Upon hearing the girl's voice, Miao Meng's eyes became somewhat dazed. The girl's posture and movements on the stage, as well as the lyrics, seemed to be trying their best to create a closed world.

It was a dangerous, mysterious, and eerie dark world, with a touch of fairytale charm.

That was a world that gave the bound living a brief respite of freedom.

Would you like to come in and sit down?

Suddenly, a still charming woman came to Miaomeng's side; she seemed to be the proprietress of the place.

Miao Meng immediately came to her senses, gently shook her head, and said, "There are too many people, maybe next time."

The proprietress didn't mind and just smiled and said okay. However, Miaomeng paused for a moment and said, "You can tell the two people on stage that they are still missing a bassist, a guitarist, and a drummer."

After saying that, Miaomeng left the place under the slightly surprised gaze of the proprietress.

This dark gothic heavy rock song is indeed very distinctive, but it is not complete.

Its arrangement is based on a five-person band. Although the guitarist on stage is very talented, he cannot hide the lack of instruments, especially... the excitement brought by the drumbeats.

But then, Miao Meng suddenly thought of... a five-person band?

But she quickly shook her head. She had never seen those two people before, even though they were wearing masks.