Episode #68. insane talent.
As a violinist and professor, Julia has seen many performers.
And by her standards, Limon’s playing attitude is less than 10 points out of 100.
It was literally at the level of an elementary school student who had just learned to play the violin.
‘what?’
That’s why.
Julia couldn’t understand.
Why did Limon’s posture, which had been a mess a while ago, suddenly turn into a perfect 100 as measured with a ruler?
And the reason why goosebumps sprouted all over his body just by looking at it.
‘I just got into a position… Why am I getting this chill?’
Julia is perplexed by the reaction of her own unknown body.
But Limon didn’t give her time to figure out the cause.
It was only then that he put on a satisfied expression and, without hesitation, slid the bow over the string.
Gee ying.
“…!”
Julia opened her eyes wide.
I thought I was just a beginner… No, Limon was a beginner in terms of not being able to read sheet music.
It wasn’t just that the melody that flowed from the violin was clearer and cleaner than I thought.
‘That’s…’
From how to hold a violin, to the angle of sliding the bow over the strings, to the subtle shaking of the vibrato that controls the pitch using the joint in the left hand.
Limon’s performance for the first time today.
Still, it’s a very familiar way of playing.
Above all, the familiar melody that the violin evoked gave Julia a shock as if struck by lightning.
‘My playing?’
That moment.
Julia realized.
The reason I was shocked when Limon got into his stance.
The fact that it was because his posture was the same as his own, like a mirror.
‘Couldn’t it be… You’re just copying my performance?’
she was dumbfounded
Even though she told me to listen to the performance only once and learn it, Julia thought it would be impossible in reality.
However, it was truly unimaginable that he could imitate his performance so convincingly that he had only seen it once.
‘…Yes Lee. I’m sure you have talent.’
Julia struggled to regain her cool.
She is a professor at Frankfurt University of Music.
He taught music geniuses from all over the world, and among them there were geniuses who could convincingly imitate performances he had heard several times.
In particular, it was easy for players related to music such as 『Human Karaoke』 and 『Auto Performance』.
‘But in the end imitation is just imitation.’
So thought Julia.
It’s great to immediately follow your own performance without any skill, but it’s not something to be admired.
In fact, Limon’s posture and playing technique were the same as hers, but the melody was tinged with immaturity here and there.
‘A monkey can do it, if it’s just mimicry. If you’re a violinist, you have to play.’
It was natural.
In the first place, Limon and Julia differ in physical conditions such as the length of arms and fingers and flexibility.
Even if the same instrument is played with the same song and performance method, there is no choice but to create dissonance due to the minute difference.
Not to mention, Limon, who is technically inexperienced, can’t be the same as her when he plays without looking at the sheet music.
Rather, it’s amazing just to imitate this much.
‘Still, I don’t think it was a lie, so I admit that I learned something from my performance…’
Gii-ing.
Julia was taken aback.
It was because I felt a strange sense of incongruity in Limon’s playing.
A difference so minute that if it were someone else, I wouldn’t have realized it, or I’d have passed on it because of my mood.
However, as a first-class violinist and the original owner of the playing method that Limon is using now, she was able to accurately recognize the change.
That’s why I was so surprised that my eyeballs popped out.
‘…oh my god.’
Change the angle of the bow slightly.
Move your fingers slightly.
Relax your fingers holding the strings.
Sometimes as much as an ant’s step, sometimes as much as the weight of a grain of dust.
Adjustment Adjustment Adjustment.
The more fine adjustments are made, the dissonance gradually disappears, and not only the appearance but also the sound resembles itself at a terrifying speed.
And seeing Limon do it without breaking a sweat, Julia murmured devastatedly.
“You’re modifying my playing method… to suit your body? While playing, now in real time?”
* * *
Geeeeing.
Limon remembered.
The Bronze Age ruled by the seven dragons.
And the age of heroes when sword masters were active.
‘There is nothing in the world that can be learned easily.’
Until only a few hundred years ago, technology was regarded as non-personal, and it was common that it was not passed on to disciples, let alone children.
A common blacksmithing skill.
Great knowledge that will change the world.
Even the sword master’s swordsmanship.
Today’s people can’t even imagine how much technology has been cut off like that.
But that’s why people of that era had to be more desperate to learn the craft.
‘Look and steal.’
It is common knowledge in the past that if there is no one to teach you, you have to steal the technology and learn it yourself just by watching and listening.
They work like slaves for years, uncovering hidden ingredients and recipes.
Steal the temperature at which the alloy melts by sticking your hand into the boiling molten iron.
Even paper is precious, so I read and memorize anything.
To those of this age, it may seem inefficient and foolish.
However, because there are those who have stolen, learned, and succeeded, human technology has been constantly developing despite the evil of nasal insufficiency.
‘If you want to learn, everything in the world can be your teacher, and if you don’t give up, you can steal any skill.’
Limon was one of these.
Even the swordsmanship that made him a sword master was to the extent that he stole more with his eyes than he learned from his master.
Gee ying.
So at this moment.
Limon was stealing Julia’s performance with all his might, just like when he learned swordsmanship in the past.
The movement of the fingers, the control of breathing, the speed and angle of movement of the bow, and even the subtle movements of muscles.
Everything she remembers from seeing Julia when she was playing is recreated with her body.
It wasn’t too difficult for him, a sword master who could figure out his opponent’s swordsmanship in seconds and even create a method of destruction while fighting to the death.
‘The sound is still different.’
The really difficult thing is from now on.
He compares Julia’s performance with his own, and changes his playing method whenever he feels a difference in the melody.
It’s an absurd folly.
A repetition of foolish trial and error, as if substituting the numbers from 1 to 100 one by one for X to produce a result of 1+X=100.
‘more.’
However, it is Yugong Yishan (愚公移山).
Just as Ugong in the old days could move even a mountain by simply digging and carrying clods of soil.
No matter how distant a task may seem, if you do it consistently, you will find an answer someday.
‘more.’
Above all, Limon had the experience of playing the deep black violin.
The playing methods of many violinists who represented an era melted into the cursed violin.
Using it as a sample, he compares it with Julia’s playing method and makes small adjustments to create a playing method that can produce the same sound as her playing.
‘-found.’
Thus, the moment when the sword master’s senses perfectly matched the melody.
The playing method is inserted into the performance like a cogwheel, and the playing method is modified by finding a new cogwheel.
maybe hundreds of times
Or hundreds of millions of times.
Or is it Nayuta’s number?
The work of repeating, repeating, and repeating, finding new ways to play and replacing even one second of time, is finally coming to an end.
The moment all the cogs fit together.
Giing.
There were no more dissonant, clumsy performances left there.
Only the melodies of a top-notch violinist that could not be captured perfectly with any sound device were flowing smoothly and beautifully.
how much time has passed like that
After an eternity-long performance.
When even that afterglow is gone.
Only then did Limon, who had finally removed the bow from the violin, opened his closed eyes and revealed golden pupils.
“Tsk, is it just sound?”
What do you miss so much?
Limon, who clicked his tongue with a disgruntled face, muttered as he looked back at his performance.
“I can imitate even the technique, but I don’t know the reason, so the depth is not properly captured. There is still a lot to learn.”
Only the sound was the same.
Limon, coldly evaluating his own performance, said that he could not contain the emotion contained in Julia’s performance, and held out his violin to her.
“It was well written. It’s a good violin.”
“…”
“So how was my performance? I tried to show what I learned as much as possible, but can I get a passing grade?”
If you are dissatisfied with it, I will take an additional test, so please reconsider.
Limon speaks softly.
But Julia didn’t answer anything.
I just stared blankly at the black-haired young man’s face while holding the violin with a devastated face.
“Why do you have such a bewildered face? It’s not like I fell in love with this face.”
Maybe because it looked so weird.
Limon waved his hand in front of her and muttered to himself.
It was only after hearing that that I seemed to have come to my senses.
After blinking a few times, Julia put on an indescribable expression and finally gave out a shout.
“You Lee… what the hell did you do with such crazy talent and not learn the violin until this age?!?!”
* * *
“Are you sure?”
A man with braided hair who asked unexpectedly.
The blind-eyed young man answered him with a sharp cut.
“You didn’t say you checked it several times.”
“Isn’t the original fool’s testimony unreliable?”
“If you don’t believe me that much, just give up! I’d rather leave the mission or something than to be with my comrades who treat me like an idiot!”
“Comred desertion? Are you deserting?”
“…Crazy comrade? Why are you taking it out all of a sudden?”
“Sorry deserters and traitors are summarily executed.”
“What are you talking about while laughing brightly?! wait a minute wait! Just say something like this with what you’ve said!”
I wonder if it’s a fuss.
Will it be a mayhem?
A little blood splattered and there was a little bit of a commotion that almost blown my throat for a while.
A new-eyed young man gasping for blood, as if he had finally completely cleared up the misunderstanding, and a blonde woman with a sad look on her face.
The man with braided hair was lost in thought as he passed away the tapping of the two comrades.
“I was prepared to have the chews that interfered with us, but I would like to take it like this.”
“What are you going to do with Comred?”
“What should I do? I have to report to the superiors and wait for instructions.”
“Don’t narrow down your chances of a brain empty comrade so much. The discretion of this operation is always with me.”
“What do you mean? Are you thinking of going ahead with it?”
Whether the new-eyed young man was angry or not, the man with braided hair didn’t care at all.
They just raised their eyebrows while looking at the place where the ‘target’ they were aiming for, which was written on the documents the young man had brought, had moved.
“A boring mission turned out to be quite fun.”
