01. — Der Wille zur Macht
translated title: The Will to Power
original link: Takt op. Destiny special Intermezzo
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It's now December. The city is decorated with trees and illuminations everywhere. I heard that music used to be played in the streets, but I can't afford to be extravagant. I was able to celebrate Christmas again this year. Last year, I made a cake with Cosette and we brought it to Takt's house and ate it together. I feel like a lot of time has passed since then.
The series of disturbances at the New York Symphonica were supposed to have ended with the disappearance of the huge Black Night Iron Meteorite that had been ejected from the underground. However, for those of us who were involved, nothing was over. The rescue of Takt and the search for Destiny. She couldn't be found after a long search. However, there was one thing that remained. Takt's right hand was holding something like a dog tag. Yes, she had kept her promise to me and returned Takt. Takt, whose expression was very peaceful but didn't look as if he was alive, was brought back to life by Lotte's proper treatment. However, it seems that he will never recover unless I let him sleep for a very, very long time from now on. I had a similar experience when I forgot to eat and sleep and kept playing the piano... I feel a bit nostalgic.
New York Symphonica was close to total destruction. It would take a considerable amount of time to regain its previous functions, and a drastic reorganisation was also to take place. In order to provide treatment in fully equipped facilities, Takt will soon be transferred to another location.
But they're not going to make it public. The fact that Sagan, the Grand Maestro, was the mastermind behind it all. Papa told me secretly that the Symphonica still insisted on releasing the facts. That's why there was a lot of confusion. In other words, the so-called... political settlement. What happens when a world that relies on the Symphonica loses faith in the Symphonica? It's not hard to imagine. A divided world is the result. A large amount of Black Night Iron Meteorite stored underground went out of control for unknown reasons. The Symphonica cured the situation on its own. That's how it happened. Only the fact that many lives were lost in the process was reported in a nonchalant manner.
Thus, the hero passes away a hero, and the unknown musician quietly goes to sleep, and so on.
The words leaked out unintentionally.
Yes, it was all unreasonable. Before and after I left on my journey. The musician's name is not a word, but a word that comes to mind when you think about it.
Titan told us about Lenny. I think Lenny, too, was constantly defying unreasonableness. He never pretended to be, but deep down inside he must have had a flame burning with anger as its source.
Takt, too. Takt has also been fighting against unreasonableness for a long time. Where and what should I hit them with? What should I do to convey my anger? Because he didn't know that, he kept on playing music for a long time. I kept shouting out loud to the world that had stopped music that it was wrong.
No matter how much we are almost ostracised by the world. No matter how many heart-breaking and painful realities he was bombarded with.
He never stopped playing music. He tried to keep the music alive. Even if he lost his life, the music would remain. As he showed it to himself, to others and to the world.
Suddenly, the tune is deflected. A melody that perhaps no one else in the world knows.
"I wish I'd listened to that one... properly."
When I was sorting through Tamt's room, I found some music sheets. The sheets were wrinkled, the notes were scribbled in a mess and there were no numbers or tempo markings, it looked like a scribble. But there was indeed Takt's music there. The title of the piece, scribbled in a particularly messy manner, which he did not intend for anyone to read.
When I saw it, I was shocked. It was as if I had been hit on the head.
Takt was the last one I met. He met love and weaved a sound. I was convinced that it was 'it' that I had to leave behind for the world.
The memories of him up to now come flooding back into my groggily shaking brain.
He used to stay at home and play the piano all the time. He met Cosette and gradually regained his emotions. He mourns for Cosette and weeps. As he continues his journey, he begins to face the world. He decides to make a decision for the sake of music.
"Thank you so much for everything you've done this far."
I'll never forget it. I'll never ever forget those cruel words. Those are the words that I never want to hear again. Those are words that can become a curse. But, at that time I had no strength and there were nothing else for me that I could do. All I could do is to shut his mouth up.
He had found love. Cosette already knew about it. And I'm sure Destiny had already understand it as well.
Cosette. Destiny. My darling sisters who left without saying goodbye.
I am the only one. I am the only one left behind.
Then, what can I do with what is left of me? My resolve was made then.
The performance begins. I can't stay in sorrow forever. I must fight.
The music has not returned yet. What was it that they risked their lives to protect? I must show them. I must deliver it.
Music to him who will eventually wake up. I will go on ahead. To deliver music, and to convey love.
Even if he has forgotten everything. Even if he has mourned everything.
Show must go on, because the music will live on.
