I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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At the beginning of the repeated melody, there is another high-pitched trumpet beat, and all the instruments sing together, repeating the main melody.

The musical notes flowing from the stage, under Kitahara Hakuba's direction, transformed into a solid and bright tone, with the percussion keeping time with the rhythm.

Kitahara Hakuba tapped his free hand back and forth to keep time, then suddenly raised it upwards, and the theme song abruptly came to a perfect end with a soaring high note.

The lingering notes of the theme song still echoed on the stage. The judges sitting on the second floor showed expressions of approval, but were not overly curious, after all, they were all experts in the field of wind instrument playing.

Only when the Shin-Asahi Brass Band plays "The Tears of the Inada Princess of the Hii River" as perfectly as a lesson piece can they be surprised and amazed.

Because this piece was so difficult, even a woman as skilled as Qingliang couldn't master it perfectly, and she received a perfect score from them.

The rating.

Kitahara Hakuba took a shallow breath of hot air and gestured to the members of the brass band in front of him to switch seats.

Because the focus of the assigned piece and the free piece are different, the seating arrangement for the members is naturally different as well. For example, the trumpet needs to be moved forward and the trombone needs to be moved back.

Soon after, the members began to get up and change positions.

No one spoke; they simply changed seats quietly. Some members, after taking their seats, wiped the sweat from their palms directly onto their skirts and stared intently at Kitahara Hakuba.

Without giving them any time to rest, they went straight into the freestyle.

Kitahara Hakuba spreads his arms, his body turned to the wind chimes and flute, his movements not as fast and intense as in the previous piece.

For a brief moment, as the conductor's baton swayed, the crisp sound of the wind chimes, like celestial music, drifted through the air, bringing a touch of tranquility and coolness.

The melodious flute awakens the slumbering earth; the long and legato notes are as delicate as silk, brushing against the heartstrings, and the lines of the melody are exquisite and moving.

The marimba gently tapped, as if glimpsing the soft and tranquil flow of the Fei River.

The music hall naturally exudes a tranquil and mysterious atmosphere.

When woodwind instruments such as the clarinet play their bass parts, the plucked strings of the harp sound like ripples on the surface of water.

The entire wind instrument performance unfolds slowly, like a vivid painting, creating a tranquil beginning.

After the introduction, the flute slowly plays the main melody, beautiful yet sorrowful, accompanied by the slightly hurried sound of the snare drum.

The sound of a handbell could be faintly heard.

The double bass's tremolo, like rice stalks swaying in the wind over the Feuerbach River, sings in harmony with the woodwind instruments.

Another tinkling of wind chimes followed, accompanied by the deep legato of the euphonium, and the powerful strumming of brass instruments such as the French horn and trumpet, while the ba and marimba rang out with great effort.

After a brief climax, only the tuba remains to embellish the brass instruments, while the woodwinds play increasingly rapid and slow vibrato, followed by the legato of the piccolo.

The wind chimes ring again, repeating the last flute melody of this section.

Suddenly, all the instruments fell silent, except for the clear, soul-stirring sound of handbells, which lingered in the air.

Accompanied by the sound of handbells, a short solo of the clarinet's main melody begins, its tone warm and gentle.

The woodwind sounds faded away, leaving only the collective performance of the French horn section, its soft and captivatingly rich long notes gradually fading away amidst the sound of handbells.

The flute continued playing the main melody, and just when everything was quiet and peaceful, the brass instruments suddenly added high notes.

The rapid scale running and jumping caught everyone off guard, and Inada Hime's pain and struggle were vividly displayed at this moment.

The pace quickened, and Kitahara Hakuba's movements became increasingly intense.

Tenkai So's face was tense as he watched the timpani being swung around with lightning speed.

The handbells around me rang out incessantly, sending shivers down my spine, while the brass instruments quickened their pace, everything drawing ever closer to a climax.

The techniques displayed on each instrument were flawless, and the transitional scales were so fast that even the audience couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

The marimba was being struck rapidly, producing a light and swift sound, while percussionists were rhythmically striking wooden blocks as background instruments.

The performance maintained its momentum, reaching a climax, with all members playing the same repeated notes, each note higher than the last.

Despite being nearing the limit of her physical strength, she still had to cooperate with Kitahara Hakuba's command and hold on until the moment his baton stopped.

After only two seconds of silence, the marimba and handbell rang again.

But this soothing scene could not last. The timpani struck again with a deep, trembling sound, and a girl shorter than a double bass began to rapidly draw the strings.

The freestyle melody finally reached its true climax, with the brass instruments playing almost to the limit for a girl of that age.

French horn, trumpet, trombone, saxophone, clarinet

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The main melody changed hands several times, making it dazzling, yet there was not a single unpleasant impurity in the timbre. The musical notes were bright and full of texture, the trombone's glissando was like the tears of the Inada Princess, and the bass voice was deep and powerful, bringing the entire wind instrument to its climax.

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Suddenly, the arena fell silent again, leaving only the French horn section, which gradually stretched and settled the lingering melody of the passionate performance until it finally vanished into nothingness.

The woodwinds are revitalized, playing a delicate melody, while the brass instruments soften their playing, their timbre diminishing, as if emotions are being released.

Kitahara Hakuba's gaze swept over the faces of Kanzaki Eri and Nagase Tsukiyo.

Nagase Tsukiyo carefully exhaled warm, moist breath, then inhaled again, put the mouthpiece in her mouth, and waited for Eri to make a sound.

As Kitahara Hakuba's baton fell, the oboe's tone, like the first rays of dawn, gently swept across Nitta, bringing tranquility and solace to the concert hall.

Hui Li's performance was as impeccable as ever; there was no adjective to describe it other than stunning.

The trumpet glides in, and the two instruments intertwine and entwine in the concert hall, as if giving birth to new life.

The judges, seated on the second floor, looked thoroughly enjoying themselves, their fingers unconsciously following the instruments as they conducted.

The emotional depth, grand atmosphere, superb technique, and musical form of the Shenxu Wind Ensemble were enough to completely captivate them.

Unforgettable.

As the oboe played several legato notes, stretching the sound to its limit, Eri Kanzaki frowned due to insufficient air supply, but still tried her best to keep her breathing steady and squeeze the air out of her lungs.

Fortunately, Nagase Tsukiyo immediately took over the main melody of the duet, the tune gentle and melodious, as if she were saying goodbye to her lover.

There was no flaw in their duet.

In that instant, Kitahara Hakuba's empty hand opened and bloomed like fireworks, while the hand holding the baton almost formed a semicircle.

All the instruments started playing simultaneously, constantly accelerating and increasing in volume.

Gradually, it broke through the sky with the loudest sound.

Kitahara Hakuba stopped moving, and the members of the brass band also released their mouthpieces, their delicate shoulders heaving.

The lungs are craving fresh air.

Inside the concert hall, the last note faded away.

Everyone's mind was blank, and the light falling from above was brighter than ever before.

Kitahara Hakuba swallowed a mouthful of saliva; his throat was very dry, and the saliva stung a little when it went down.

Before he could even wipe the sweat from his forehead, he spread his arms out to all his members, palms up.

At the same time, the members all stood up.

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted in the arena, as dense and powerful as thunder.

Kitahara Hakuba looked at the faces of his team members. Although they were all drenched in sweat, they all had expressions of immense satisfaction, as if their efforts had been recognized.

He stepped down from the platform and bowed to the audience who were applauding.

Although the team members were excited, they didn't dare to look around and all stood up straight facing the stands.

At that moment, the female emcee's voice rang out.

"The above is a performance by the Hakodate City Shin-Asahi Private High School Brass Band, representing Hokkaido and the Hakodate District Branch."

Before the members on stage could even see the faces of the audience and judges clearly, the lights above their heads dimmed again, and they couldn't even see Kitahara-sensei's expression.

Some girls with a weak sense of security were at a loss, standing there blankly, not knowing which way to go.

Actually, Kitahara Hakuba didn't know that it was his first time on the national stage, and it was also Utsunomiya's first time there.

At this moment, several staff members came up and led them down to the performance stage.

"What we saw at the cultural festival last time wasn't Shenxu's full-strength lineup." Shinomiya Haruka's face was covered with an impeccable smile, and it seemed that she was genuinely happy.

As for who is happy for, it is impossible to figure out.

"Spray one one"

Ashida Seiko couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva. Just who was this Kitahara Hakuba? How could he be so terrifying?

"They should be able to win gold, right?"

"Judging from the reactions at the scene, winning a gold medal shouldn't be a problem, and I can't hear anything wrong with it."

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We continued until we reached the lit passageway, where a solemn silence pervaded the air.

The female emcee is announcing the school number two, Iwaki High School from Fukushima. Their theme song is the same as Shinjiro's, except that the freestyle they are playing is the "Alpine Symphony".

This is a typical technically demanding wind instrument piece, and it is very difficult.

As expected, none of the top schools we visited chose an easy freestyle piece.

Gold awards are limited, but the schools participating in the national conference are all regional leaders, the real gems of their respective regions, and all are determined to win the gold award.

Upon arriving at the back area, several schools were waiting to enter the practice rooms; they were the same groups that had arrived before, including the Shin-wook brass band.

His expression betrayed his nervousness.

They could vaguely hear the numbered Shenxu playing, which was flawless and without any flaws.

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was clearly feeling the immense pressure the Shin-Asahi Brass Band was exerting on them, a first-year member suddenly spoke up:

"Are we over?"

The fifty-five members stood there, still in shock, but soon they excitedly hugged each other, and you could even see eight girls surrounding and hugging each other.

"Don't put me first!" Akamatsu Sayaka retorted. "You used to love taking advantage of us, and now that you're getting your way, you're not happy."

The girls' conversation immediately eased the tense atmosphere considerably.

Kitahara Hakuba looked at them and smiled slightly.

For his subordinates, the psychological pressure was undoubtedly greater than his own.

If a mistake is made in today's performance, it could lead to a tragedy that can never be undone and would haunt one for the rest of their life.