Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 88

Episode #88. dissonance.

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Kim Seung-joon forcibly swallowed aging.

And after taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth in the calmest voice possible.

“Chief Moon, isn’t this a different story?”

[What do you mean?]

“Didn’t you say it was Claire’s schedule? But now you can’t come?”

Manager Moon, who was on the phone with him on the phone, responded to Kim Seung-joon’s questioning remarks with ease.

[Are you asking about something obvious?]

“…Of course?”

[Think common sense. How popular is our Claire now, and if

her schedule was empty then, there’s no way it’s empty now.

[I’ve never signed a formal contract like this, but it’s troublesome if you misunderstand that.

]

Seungjun Kim grinded his teeth.

That’s obviously not wrong.

Except for the fact that he paid a huge entertainment fee to Mr. Moon to recruit Claire, and only the contract was not written, and the verbal contract was almost the same.

“great. Then can’t I just pretend I’m wrong and change the schedule from now on?”

A sad creature who has to kill his boss in front of work. His name is a member of society.

Kim Seung-joon is heartbroken but tries to come up with a countermeasure.

However, despite his efforts, Director Moon’s answer was callous as if he were being cut with a knife.

[I already signed a contract, but I want to change the schedule.]

“If the penalty is the problem, I will somehow…”

[The penalty is not the problem. It’s a matter of common sense morality.]

‘This %[email protected]!$%%@.’

Regardless of whether or not Kim Seung-joon spat out abusive language at the words that were nothing short of red flags, Chief Moon calmly continued his words.

[Besides, do you mean that you know what Claire’s schedule is on that day and pay the penalty?]

“What kind of schedule is it?”

[It’s a party to celebrate reaching level 80, the head of the Midas Guild! The branch manager begged me to hold it, but cancel it!]

The moment I heard that.

Seungjun Kim finally understood.

What is the reason why this bastard, Chief Moon, is acting like this all of a sudden.

“…Didn’t Chief Moon earnestly ask for it?”

[Oh, what are you saying! You know that Claire doesn’t have a job, so

you don’t know that you’re not going to go ?]

Seungjun Kim felt resentment.

But I couldn’t spit it out.

It was obviously the other party who was wrong, but it was obvious that if he openly argued about it, he would only face himself.

[Well, isn’t the deadline still left anyway? So find someone else.]

“….”

[Please contact me if you can’t find it. Still, since there is affection so far, I will send you a replacement. The level of our trainees is a bit high these days. Hahaha!]

After the phone call with Chief Moon.

Kim Seung-joon, who was shaking his fists, shouted out loud.

“The WIM Guild, you bastards!”

At the restaurant, I waited until I had a seat in a wrapping cloth.

It took a while for me to curse at Mr. Moon, who made me wait for over 30 minutes and then called out all sorts of bad things over the phone saying that something had happened.

Kim Seung-joon scratched his head and fell into trouble.

‘What the hell? Now I can’t find a real replacement…’

Chief Moon said that there was still time left, but he and himself knew that it was nonsense.

This project itself was premised on Claire’s appearance.

But now, it couldn’t have been possible within a few days to recruit someone other than Claire to fill the vacancy of the country’s top-notch singer.

In the end, if things go on like this, the whole project will be overthrown, and the responsibility will be left to Kim Seung-jun.

Because there was no brave person to hold the WIM Guild accountable.

It was a time when I was so frustrated with reality.

The customer sitting behind him jumped up and suddenly started singing.

Aren’t you hungry?

I want to eat a sweet pie.

I want to eat warm soup.

It is the food of my soul.

‘…what? Is there an event?’

Is it because of professional instinct?

Take a moment to casually look around.

Confirming that there was no camera anywhere, Kim Seung-joon frowned.

‘It looks like he’s just a drunk.’

Seungjun Kim clicked his tongue.

The song I heard from behind was so terrible that I couldn’t believe that I was singing it with my mind apart from being a normal person and a singer.

But after a glance behind me.

Seungjun Kim felt puzzled.

Even if you look at the pitch and the beat of the song, it’s at the level of a drunkard who drank five or six bottles of soju.

It was because there was not a single sign of drunkenness on the customer’s face.

‘Are you a guest with a constitution that doesn’t show signs of being drunk?’

For a while, I wondered alone.

Having come to his own conclusion, he tried to get up from his seat.

The meeting must have failed anyway. Because there was no reason to stay and listen to these high-pitched songs.

Unless Limon, the man with a troubled expression on the other side of the singing customer, hadn’t started playing the guitar.

Ding – Ding.

‘…!’

That moment.

Kim Seung-joon hardened as it was.

It wasn’t because he was taken aback by the way he played the accompaniment, let alone stop the party.

Unlike Eugene’s song, the performance is extremely smooth.

It was because each note was so delicate and sophisticated that the melody that pierced like a knife sharpened his heart.

‘Was the guitar an instrument capable of producing this kind of sound…?’

Kim Seung-jun, who thought he knew a lot about music, inadvertently admired it.

And I muttered involuntarily.

‘what a waste.’

It wasn’t just Kim Seung-jun.

Even the guests with wide-eyed eyes.

Employees who forgot what they were doing.

He admired the beautiful performance, which he had never heard on TV or at concerts, but expressed regret.

As much as the guitar sound resonates clear and vivid, the inconsistency and turbidity of the song was felt all the more prominently.

I’d rather not have a song.

If only I could hear the guitar playing.

They thought and wished so involuntarily at the dissonance of performances and songs that went from pole to pole with each other.

That is until a strange change occurred in the melody that resonated smoothly.

Delilin.

‘huh?’

At first, I thought it was because of my mood.

However, the change, which became clear the more he listened, made Kim Seung-joon put on a bizarre expression without even realizing it.

‘Is the guitar following the song?’

Rhythm gradually out of sync.

A beat that gets twisted more and more.

As time passed, Kim Seung-jun put on an absurd expression as he listened to the sound of the guitar, which lost its original delicate beauty and became a mess like a song.

‘Isn’t that usually the opposite?’

I would have admired it if the song followed the accompaniment.

Conversely, the performance gets caught up in the singing, and the result is truly disastrous.

Rampant songs and broken performances played perfectly apart, creating screams of chaos.

‘No, what is this…!’

Call it noise pollution.

Should I call it psychological terror?

The moment he unknowingly got angry at the performance that seemed like an insult to the music that was determined and ruined the sound.

Seungjun Kim opened his eyes wide.

Diding Diding.

‘…?’

singing and playing.

It still seemed like a mess.

Nevertheless, there is one reason why Kim Seung-joon had no choice but to forget the fact that he was angry.

‘Is there a harmony?’

The strangely clear resonance created by overlapping the two sounds, which, if heard separately, are no different from arbitrary noises, even for a moment.

At first it seemed like it was just a coincidence.

It only appeared and disappeared for an instant.

However, as two or three repetitions were repeated, the frequency of the chords became faster and more frequent.

So longer than eternity.

After the end of the change shorter than the moment.

There was no longer any playing or singing that had been heard in the messy noise.

Only one fantastic and mysterious melody was flowing, swallowing all other sounds.

“Harmony….”

Seungjun Kim murmured blankly.

Rhythm, the basic flow of sound.

A melody that matches the notes.

Harmony is the harmony of several notes.

Among these three elements commonly called the three elements of music, he was always suspicious of harmony.

There can be no music without rhythm, and music without melody sounds monotonous, but there is plenty of good music without harmony.

Even so, I couldn’t sympathize with the fact that harmony was chosen as the most basic three elements.

But at this moment.

he realized

And I thought.

Harmony has a reason to be counted among the three elements of music, and it may be the most important element among them.

The sight he sees now is just as shocking.

‘My God, how could something like this be possible?’

A play that breaks the melody.

A song that even ignores the rhythm.

A series of confusing sounds that cannot be called music at all if you look at them separately.

But what is the result of adding the two together?

It was music beyond imagination, where the performance replaced the rhythm that the song skipped, and the song continued the melody that was cut off by the performance.

The amazing thing was that even in the middle of that, the two sounds were playing perfectly apart from each other.

‘How does it feel to listen to heavenly music with the screams of hell as the chorus?’

Time to blink once.

The minute pitch of a unit of frequency.

A size that cannot be distinguished even by decibels.

Singing and playing so different that any one thing out of sync would create a horrific cacophony.

But that’s why the perfect harmony of the two sounds goes beyond the mystery and makes you feel the mysterious emotion.

‘This… I don’t know what kind of song to call it.’

Even the chords created by the two were constantly changing.

Sometimes heavy like a classic.

Sometimes soft like a ballad.

Sometimes as calm as jazz.

Sometimes as intense as rock ‘n’ roll.

At times when there is no notice or prelude, and the genre seems to change with every beat, the tune is literally reed leaves fluttering in a typhoon.

While the leaves and stems constantly change direction, only the roots are lofty melodies that do not shake.

‘It’s a crazy song.’

It’s rather madness.

A revolution and provocation to all existing music.

A suite of order that no sober player could imitate, and would never even attempt if he could.

‘But it’s good.’

That’s why the freedom that is not tied to any format is so beautiful that it bewitches the listener and takes away the heart on the contrary.

Don’t think too much.

Life is fun Alive is lucky.

Don’t waste happiness.

Enjoy your life today.

(Don’t worry too much)

(Life is fun, life is good luck)

(Don’t waste your happiness)

(Enjoy your life today)

Did it end sooner or later?

The melody that rang the restaurant faded away.

Until only that lingering sound passes my ears like the scent of flowers in late spring and then melts like a mirage.

Kim Seung-jun, who had been frozen in a daze, cried out inwardly after a long time.

‘I found a pinch hitter!’