Summer vacation of the dragon and the girl Part 6

「 . . .Wh-what was that? That?」

Nyuju timidly removed the hands that covered her ears.

Was the trans music slightly too early for her . . . ?
(TLN: トランスミュージック strange word)

It was often difficult with art.

Art is a “Funny thing”, it didn’t mean that it had to be good.

Art was something the creator gives the other side so that they could walk together towards the future.
With a new work, the audience was made to discover a new world. And then the new world gave birth to new works.

The creator and receiver, they advance while intertwined. That was the way of art.

「That thing was called music. Nyuju」

「M-music . . . ?」

Poor thing, did she grow up without knowing music?

Then let’s teach her. What is called music.

In the world of art “After talk” included the explanation of the work.

Geeko and I, the two of decided to teach Nyuju music.

「Okay, let’s start at the beginning with music.」

「Geekokokoko」

「 . . . and by inventing the musical notation the music faces further development . . .」

「Geekokokoko」

「 . . . however, traditional music without musical notation exist in the world . . .」

「Geekokokoko」

「 . . . the more it spreads out and music mixes together, the more it changes . . .」

「Geekokokoko」

「 . . . even if you say sound comes from the mouth, there are hundred kinds of musical instruments in the world . . .」

「 . . . and that is music. Did you understand it?」

「Geekoko?」

「I-I don’t understand it!」

Geeko’s and my history lecture about music seemed to have been too difficult for the girl.

. . . fumu, how troublesome. The class to know what was music was already difficult, then how on earth should we teach her music?

When I was at my wit’s end my chest was strongly hit by Geeko with a gesture to leave it to him.

「Geekokokoko」

「Indeed, practice makes the master . . . right? It certainly has a point. Umu, I’ll leave it to you Geeko.」

Geeko stepped forward in front of Nyuju, pushed his face out and puffed out his throat like a while ago.

To the huge cheek pouch that suddenly extended before her, Nyuju flinched and took two steps back.

「Nyuju, there is no need to be afraid of it. It’s a musical instrument. Now, beat the throat bag of Geeko as hard as possible.」

「B-beat . . . ? Th-this . . .?」

「Don’t worry, Geeko is strong. He won’t feel pain even if you beat it with all your power.」

Geeko affirmed my words by nodding powerfully.

「Now beat it! It’s been decided! Don’t hold back!」

Though Nyuju hesitated for a while, I kept encouraging her 「Now! Beat! Beat it! As hard as possible!」 and she closed her eyes and moved her right hand.

The palm was swung down towards the front and was caught by Geeko’s throat bag which was stretched out thinly.

Ponnn

The sound resounded strongly.

「Th-that?」

Nyuju was surprised at the sound that came from Geeko.

「Was . . . was it painful?」

Geeko who had closed it mouth to swell his throat bag, only shook his head left and right while smiling and showed the girl that her anxiety was unnecessary.

「Hey? Nyuju. Was it interesting? Now, beat it some more.」

Nyuju once again stroke it while alternating the left and right hand.

Ponnn Ponnn

These two sounds were created this time. Nyuju compared both of her hands and Geeko’s throat bag with wide round eyes.

「When it hit it, I can’t hear the painful sound . . .」

「 . . .umu, because Geeko’s cheeks are a musical instrument. It makes different sounds. The thing called the hand isn’t only there to hurt, it can also make good things.」

Had she been beaten? It wasn’t necessary for me to know it. Rather than reminding her of painful things I rather want her to know happiness.

「Happiness . . ?」

「Well, beat it some more. Beat it however you like it best.」

Nyuju nodded and,
Ponnn Ponnn Ponnn Ponnn Ponnn
With Ponn sounds she continued hitting Geeko’s throat bag.

A light sound resounded. And by Nyuju hands, sound was born.

Then this time, she began to beat it at different locations with another rhythm.

Whenever the beaten place changed, whenever she changed the rhythm, Nyuju was just surprised at the changing music and melody.

Did she notice? A smile had appeared on her lips.

Her feelings right now were『Fun』.

And for one hour Nyuju continued to beat the drum absorbedly.

However, her physical strength might already be at her limit. After the last sound ebbed away she sat on the ground fuu fuu panted heavily.

A large amount of sweat ran down her small body.

「Geekoko?」

Geeko who was the musical instrument for the girl all the time opened his mouth.

The girl didn’t understand Geeko’s word and turned towards be and requested help.

「Was it fun? I was listening to it」

When Nyuju looked back at Geeko 「Un . . Un!」 she nodded many times.

「Geekoko」

「It was good.」

From the nodding girl’s eyes, today countless tears had already been spilled.

It was said that babies who cried well will grow up healthy, but did that no longer apply to the girl who wasn’t a baby?

When I saw the tears spilling from the girl I suddenly had a thought.

「Isn’t your throat dry? Nyuju.」

「Ah . . ., u-un . . .」

「Is that so, I you want I can make elixir anytime, do you want to drink?」

「E-elixir!? That . . ., the elixir doesn’t exist!」

At the words elixir Nyuju had greatly raised her voice in denial.
Though it wasn’t unreasonable. The refining method had been lost thousands of years ago.

「The elixir exist. Didn’t you know? It’s the only means to separate from ancient weapons.」

Nyuju was startled and looked at her right arm. The ancient weapon which was fused with her body, she seemed to have finally remembered it.

「The only way to release a person from the ancient weapon and revive the soul is the elixir . . . . . .

「That’s right. So you knew about it?」

I affirmed her words which were spoken in blank surprise. Nyuju looked into my eyes.

Today, though I was with the girl all day, for the first time now, she firmly looked into my eyes.

「 . . . Well, for the elixir the leaf of the world tree and the blood of a true dragon are needed and it can then be refined with complicated process . . .」

「Oh . ., I-I . . .」

The girl’s eyes swam in confusion. She noticed the contradiction of the evil dragon having saved her.

「You don’t have to do anything so troublesome, I have found a simpler refining method.」

「I . . , so far . . . the evil dragon . . ., all this time」

「Yggdrasil’s sap and in addition my body fluids . . .」

「That . . , so-sorry . . . , so . . . , so」

I picked up an Attenborough’s pitcher plant which grew close by.

Jobobobobo

「Well, this is the elixir. Drink as much as you like.」

「So-so . . . , so, Hell Fire! From the purgatory I release the flames that will devour this abominable world!」
(TLN: Gomen = sorry, gokuenyo = Hell Fire. Only works in Japanese)

Huge flames were shot from the girl’s hand and the Attenborough’s pitcher plant with the elixir was vaporized.