"You've been stuck there for a while already. Anything coming to mind yet?"
Robin's voice was slightly hoarse. She'd pushed her vocal cords too far, hitting those impossibly high notes, leaving behind so unwanted aftereffects. For a singer, this was practically a career-level mistake—but despite this, she still stared hopefully at the person before her.
That person was, of course, Hoshigaki Sora. But right now, he was occupied with a very troubleso issue.
In front of Sora lay a sheet of paper and a pen, but the paper remained completely blank, without even a single word scribbled on it.
This was exactly the problem tornting him at this mont.
"But even if you make write it down, I just can't do it!"
After racking his brains for ages, this was the only conclusion he could reach.
"But you clearly could play that song before—even the accompanint was so clear! So why can't you do it now?"
Robin couldn't help but feel puzzled. Earlier, Sora could clearly play music, even down to a perfect instruntal backing track. So why was he suddenly unable to reproduce even a single verse?
"It's that kind of feeling, you know…" Sora scratched his head, struggling to explain, "When the emotion hits, it just flows out smoothly…"
Huh?!
Robin's mouth twitched slightly. She felt this analogy sohow wasn't quite right.
But very quickly, she shook off the odd feeling, sighing disappointedly as she asked again, "So you're saying that right now, you have no inspiration at all?"
She herself was a part-ti producer and composer, so of course she understood how crucial inspiration was.
"Right, right! Exactly!" Sora nodded furiously.
Reproducing sothing perfectly from mory? How could he possibly do that?
"There really isn't even a tiny bit of a chance?" Robin's voice dropped further, clearly disheartened.
"Hmm… does the sound of shattering glass count? Because that's really all I've got."
"Haaah?!" Robin was speechless. Her expression was so obvious, Sora could practically see the words clearly written on her face:
Are you ssing with ?!
Oh no, she's definitely going to take revenge on later!
The subtle panic hidden behind Sora's calm deanor did not escape Robin's notice. She quickly realized that perhaps she was being a bit too impatient.
Sighing once more, Robin temporarily gave up on her plans.
Why did things turn out like this?
She had finally found an interesting song, and had even experienced a feeling she'd never felt before. Two joyful things coincided—it should have brought even more happiness, right?
So… why… did things turn out like this?
As her mind wandered, Robin's gaze drifted over to a certain soone happily stuffing himself with food in the corner of the room.
It's all his fault!
Just you wait! Next ti you bring up a new song without finishing this one, don't even think about stepping out that door again!
Hmph!
...
The news of Spider's demise quickly spread across the galaxy.
Initially, almost everyone dismissed it as fake news.
After all, Spider had reportedly died in so obscure little corner of the galaxy. Upon learning about the conditions of that particular star system, most people naturally wouldn't believe it.
Co on, Spider was soone who had repeatedly escaped from the IPC's encirclents. Even veteran bounty hunters avoided chasing after Spider—and yet now, it was claid that Spider had died quietly in an unknown star system?
Who in their right mind would buy that?
But within just a day, various fragnted videos suddenly popped up all over the galaxy's network.
So were shot from hos, capturing strange scenes in the sky; others ca directly from Robin's concert venue; and so even ca from pilots who personally flew out to investigate the debris in space…
These clips undeniably showed sothing terrifyingly familiar: the massive, unmistakable limbs of Spider!
Spider was clearly engaged in battle against a tiny figure. But contrary to everyone's expectations, Spider was being thoroughly beaten!
These videos rapidly climbed the trending charts, drawing in countless curious viewers.
"Who is this person? Which Path are they walking?" soone wondered aloud, curiosity piqued.
Being able to suppress Spider with seemingly a mortal's strength—this individual must surely be a Pathstrider.
Preservation? Destruction? Nihility? Or perhaps Immortality?
The dragon-like appearance was so conspicuous, so quickly connected him with certain unique species in the galaxy.
Yet this debate wasn't even the main focus. What interested everyone more was what had occurred during the brief period when the screen turned to static.
"I think it's another one of Spider's self-directed dramas," soone speculated. "Spider's probably taken advantage of that static to sneak off to another system already."
"But those huge pieces of debris are literally floating in space—could those be fake too?"
Opinions flooded in one after another, speculation buzzing relentlessly. So believed it was fake, while others swore it was real.
However, at this exact mont, the IPC finally issued an official statent:
[We have dispatched specialists to retrieve and analyze the wreckage. We will release the results publicly once verification is complete.]
Now that the IPC had spoken, all speculation naturally died down.
However, the officials of the planet itself were so furious they began cursing imdiately:
"Those bastards! We asked for help a hundred tis and they didn't lift a finger, but the mont wreckage appears, suddenly they act so fast?!"
The anger in their hearts was overwhelming, yearning to be vented.
From the mont the video had climbed the trending charts to the IPC's official announcent, barely two system hours had passed.
In other words, the IPC had been closely monitoring the situation all along!
Yet when they had desperately pleaded for aid, they were t with total silence.
Such suffocating indignation made them want to spew out endless strings of profanity.
But sadly, they now had to et with the man who had defeated Spider.
"When we et that gentleman, everyone must be extrely careful and respectful."
If they sohow annoyed him, their entire planet might not survive the repercussions.
They soon arrived at the dical center. Under guidance, they quickly found the Children of Starfire.
Yet, after knocking and entering, they received so utterly baffling news.
"What did you just say?!"
They stared in disbelief at the child standing before them.
"That's right! Sora-niisan said he was going on vacation, and he already left!" The child tilted his head curiously. "Did you have sothing urgent you wanted to talk to him about?"
Perhaps this child had Sora's contact information?
"Yes! We have so very important matters we need to discuss with him!"
The child frowned, puzzled. "But… Sora-niisan stayed with us for a long ti after the concert ended. Where were all of you then?"
At this, the adults imdiately fell silent, unable to respond.
Where were they? Naturally, they had been among those who fled at the first sign of danger.
anwhile, at this very mont, Sora himself was finally setting off eagerly for his long-awaited vacation.
This ti, he could finally relax properly.
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