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C-1 EPISODE 5 - FIRST WAVEN - 最初に織り合う波動

After the opening

Akine did not want to remain in the crowd.

The tension of being with strangers, the conversations—
all of it had surpassed her limits.

She couldn’t bring herself to return to the room,
and whispered softly,
“Let me stay by the water…”

The night wind cooled her skin.
At that moment,
she noticed a tall man walking without purpose.
Step by step,
he was drawing closer to her.

オープニングの後

秋音は人混みに残りたくなかった。 

知らない人との緊張、会話、全てが限界を超えていた。 

部屋に戻る気にもなれず、 小さくつぶやいた。 「水のそばにいよう…」 夜風が肌を冷やす。 

そのとき、背の高い男が目的もなく歩いているのに気づいた。 

一歩ずつ、彼女に近づいてくる。

Akine tilted her head.  

“Are you a drummer?” 

Joe blinked. “??? ”

“I was there, a couple of days ago,”  she said, smiling. 

“You look like him.”  Her smile widened. 

“I just got here for the exhibition. But I feel like you were the first familiar face in this strange town.”

 “Exhibition?” Joe asked quickly. 

“I was there too. Why were you there?” 

“My work is there. Today was the opening.” 

Joe’s eyes lit up.  “Which one is yours?” 

“The black ink one,”  She said softly. 

Joe stepped closer, astonished. 

“I loved that piece. That was yours???” 

She nodded. Joe’s heart raced. 

“…Can you walk with me for a while?”


秋音は首をかしげた。
 「あなた、ドラマー？」

ジョーは瞬きをした。「？？？」

「数日前、リハーサルで見かけたの。あなたに似てると思って。」
 秋音は微笑んだ。その笑みはさらに大きくなった。

「今日、展示会のために来たばかり。でもね、この見知らぬ街で…あなたが最初に出会った “知っている顔” みたいに感じたの。」

「展示会？」ジョーは素早く聞いた。

「俺も行ったよ。どうしてそこに？」

「私の作品が展示されてるの。今日はオープニングだったの。」

ジョーの目が輝いた。「どの作品？」


「墨の抽象画。」秋音は静かに答えた。

ジョーは驚いて一歩近づいた。
 「俺、あの作品が一番好きだった。それ、君のだったのか？」

秋音は頷いた。
 ジョーの心臓が高鳴った。

「……少し、一緒に歩かない？」

That night, the town was strangely quiet,
as if the two of them alone ruled that space.

From a side alley came a faint sound.
Not music, but the uneven rhythm of sticks
striking a metal can.
Rough, unfinished.
Yet Joe’s ears seemed to be searching for it.

The alley was half-lit,
its walls layered with peeling posters and faded graffiti.
At the far end, a small figure sat cross-legged,
tapping with two sticks,
carving out a rhythm no one else could hear.

Joe took a step forward.
Suddenly, the wind caught Akine’s scarf,
pulling her toward him.
By the time she caught it back,
she had already drawn closer to Joe.

They stood at the mouth of the alley.

Overhead, the streetlamp flickered twice.

In the brief darkness, the wall’s shadows twisted,
brushstrokes merging with the uneven beat.

その夜、街は不思議なほど静かで、まるで二人だけがそこを支配しているかのようだった。

横道からかすかな音が響く。
音楽というより、金属の缶をバチで叩く不揃いなリズム。
荒く、未完成の音。けれどジョーの耳はその音を探しているようだ。

路地は半分だけ明かりに照らされ、壁には剥がれかけたポスターや色褪せた落書きが重なっている。
その奥で、小さな影が胡座をかき、二本の棒を叩きながら、誰にも聞こえないリズムを刻んでいた。

ジョーは一歩踏み出す。
不意に風がマフラーをさらい、彼女を前へ引き寄せた。
取り戻そうとした時には、ジョーにもっと近づいていた。

路地の入口にいた。

頭上の街灯が二度瞬いた。


一瞬の闇の中で、壁の影がねじれ、筆の跡が不揃いな鼓動と溶け合った。


Ghobbuls Voice

That night, the road lay empty.

The rhythm that rose
twisted the shadows.

Emotions drift upward into the sky.

ゴブルズの声

その夜、道は空。

聞こえてくるリズムは
影をねじらせる。

想いが空に舞い上がる。

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