Such a long-awaited performance, so exhilarating. I'd hardly felt this way since returning from the Town of Dusk. The chance to play with all my might, to lose myself in the melody.
In this strange land, with a completely different identity, I had changed my appearance and brought my instrument. Facing the audience before me, I was starting over from these streets and alleys…
Just thinking about it is thrilling. I couldn't help but get excited.
As a result, I was completely oblivious to my opponent's state. This continued until the Ghost Gold Stick shattered with a wail. Lost in thought, I felt the change in sensation in my hands and finally snapped back to reality.
I looked down at the enemy before me.
It was over.
On the ground, the kneeling Evil Ghost was already drenched in blood. His arms, which had held the Ghost Gold Stick, were shattered and twisted, revealing bones covered in cracks.
