novelraw Chapter 153: Group Photo with Kumamoto Fellow Townsmen! Happy Everyone!
Chapter 153: Group Photo with Kumamoto Fellow Townsmen! Happy Everyone!
Right when the pride in Koyama Yoshiharu's heart belonging to an old father, like the magma of Kumamoto Prefecture's Mount Aso, was churning scaldingly and turbulently, the lights on the stage lit up once again.
That brief disturbance, seemingly never happened.
On the stage, that Kamiki Shunsuke unexpectedly returned full of smiles, sitting back down at the position belonging to him in the guest seats.
Not a bit of the arrogance and hysteria from just now could be seen.
He even started chatting with others.
Covering his mouth and chuckling lightly from time to time.
As if he was a guest who had just arrived here, happily exchanging the excitement of being about to participate in the program with everyone.
"Brother-in-law! Look at that guy!"
In Koyama Musae's pitch-black large eyes, at this moment flashed undisguised disdain.
She used her chin towards the direction of the stage, disdainfully pouting: "Look at that Kamiki Shunsuke, unexpectedly came back! Still smiling playfully on his face, as if nothing happened just now! My god, this thick skin, is probably even thicker than the steel rebars of Tokyo Tower!" As she spoke, she even curled her lips, that pretty small face written full of the purest sense of justice belonging to a young girl:
"I've decided! When I return to Kumamoto, I must tell all the girls in our school who like him, to let them see this guy's true colors! Simply the shame of the idol circle!"
Nohara Hiroshi merely smiled lightly, not saying anything.
He understood now.
Just this.
Is all the basic level of artists.
"Hiroshi." However Koyama Yoshiharu at the side, the smugness on his face had long been restrained, replaced by a solemnness full of the experience of someone who has been there as an elder.
He lowered his voice and spoke deeply: "This kind of person, you have to be careful in the future. A dagger hidden in a smile, seeking revenge for the smallest grievance. Today you made him step down from such a huge stage in public, he might not say it on his lips, but in his heart he has probably already hated you to the core. This kind of petty person, likes to use insidious methods behind people's backs the most."
"I understand." Nohara Hiroshi nodded his head calmly, in those clear eyes, not the slightest ripple arose.
Of course he knew.
But so what?
When a lion possesses the power to crush everything, why need to care about the resentful gaze of that ant beneath its feet?
The future stands on Nohara Hiroshi's side!
"Alright alright, the program is about to start!"
Mother Koyama Takasae acted like usual coming out to smooth things over. She reached out her hands, gently patting respectively on the arms of her still indignant young daughter and her solemn-faced husband, that gentle face carrying a few parts of anticipation: "It's rare to come to the site to watch once, let's just properly appreciate the program."
Accompanying her words falling, on the stage that brainwashing melody full of childishness and demonic charm, once again resounded through the clouds!
The official recording of "Kasou Taishou", after experiencing that harmless interlude, finally, raised its curtain anew!
On Nohara Hiroshi's face, also finally surfaced a relaxed smile from the bottom of his heart.
This was his first time using the perspective of a pure audience member, to examine this entertainment empire full of miracles and joy that he had personally created.
Gone were the cold data in the monitors, gone was the clamor full of nervousness and busyness backstage.
Only the purest, landslide and tsunami-like laughter and applause originating from the audience seats, like the warmest tide, gently wrapped his entire person in it.
How that representative team from Hokkaido, merely used the simplest white bedsheets and dry ice, to create a poignant love story between a Yuki-onna and a human full of tragic colors. That cultural resonance originating from folklore, moved the entire studio.
He saw, how that representative team from Fukuoka, used their own bodies, vividly and realistically, mimicking a bowl of steaming, Hakata Ramen full of the vitality of everyday human life.
That comical performance full of imagination, evoked uproarious laughter from the entire audience!
Laughter is contagious.
Especially when this happiness, originates from the hometown culture you are most familiar with and most proud of, that sense of pride, is even more sufficient to reignite the edges and corners in any adult's heart that had long been smoothed out by reality!
"Kumamoto! Kumamoto! Land of Fire! Number one in the world!"
"Add oil ah! 'Land of Fire Taiko'! Let those guys in Tokyo, witness the awesomeness of our Kumamoto men!"
Those twenty or so cheering squad members from Kumamoto Prefecture beside him, had long acted like a powder keg with a lit fuse, completely plunging into fanaticism!
They waved the red cheering flags printed with "Kumamoto Must Win" in their hands, stretching their throats, using that heroic tone full of rural flavor, loudly shouting that cheering slogan they had long memorized by heart!
Even Koyama Yoshiharu, this Head Teacher who was usually as majestic as Yama, at this moment had long discarded his reserve.
That face of his which was always stern, at this moment had long been enveloped by a flush of excitement. That rhythmic shouting of his, was even three parts more devoted than when he was reprimanding those disobedient students in school!
The mother-daughter pair Koyama Takasae and Koyama Musae, had also long been infected by this enthusiastic atmosphere, equally waving the small flags in their hands, laughing until they trembled.
That crisp and pleasing cheering sound, merging into that ocean of shouts full of masculinity, appeared so harmonious and so moving.
Nohara Hiroshi looked at this scene full of the breath of life before him, the smile on the corners of his mouth increasingly gentle.
He reached out his hand, gently embracing that little woman beside him who was also watching unblinkingly into his arms.
"Aiya!" Misae subconsciously leaned that small head, happily onto his broad and solid shoulder.
The two leaned against each other, watching the splendid performances full of whimsical ideas on the stage, listening to the intimate shouts full of the taste of hometown by their ears. Those two hearts which had long been filled by each other, at this moment, seemingly also completely blended into one with this ocean full of joy and being moved.
...
When the final performance ended, the host's voice full of passion, announced the successful conclusion of this episode's recording, the entire studio, erupted into a prolonged thunderous applause.
"Aiya, truly too interesting!"
Misae was still leaning against Nohara Hiroshi's shoulder unsatisfied, on that red flushed pretty face, written full of content sweetness: "Hiroshi-kun, how come I didn't discover before, that originally our Kumamoto Prefecture, still had so many interesting people!"
However, right within this atmosphere full of the joy of victory, a sigh full of emotion, inappropriately sounded from behind them.
"Sigh..."
President Yamada, this President of the Aso City Agricultural Cooperative in Kumamoto Prefecture, the Deputy Leader of the Cheering Squad, at this moment was looking melancholically at that empty stage which had long been deserted, reading full of regret.
"This time... probably dangerous."
"President Yamada, what do you mean by this?" Koyama Yoshiharu upon hearing this, that heart which had just become somewhat light-headed because of the splendid performance of the hometown representative team, instantly sank.
"Teacher Koyama, you are a layman, you might not be able to tell." President Yamada smiled bitterly and shook his head, in that voice carrying a few parts of helplessness: "That 'Taiko' idea of our Kumamoto Prefecture, is not bad. But, compared to that 'Yuki-onna' of the Tokyo team, and that 'Ramen' of the Fukuoka team, still... still lacks a bit of flavor."
"Their ideas, are not only interesting, but also have stories, have emotions. Ours, only has imposing manner, lacks a bit of... things that can touch people's hearts. Moreover, I observed carefully just now, our young men, in terms of cooperation, still had a bit of flaws, there were a few movements, that obviously didn't keep up with the rhythm."
This professional commentary acted like a basin of ice water poured over their heads, extinguishing the flame that had just ignited in the hearts of the Kumamoto Prefecture cheering squad clean.
"Then... then what should we do ah?" A seemingly quite clever young man, subconsciously cast a gaze seeking help, towards that legendary existence who had from beginning to end merely smiled calmly: "Manager Nohara! You... you are such a big leader, see, could you... could you..."
"Shut up!"
However, before his words were finished, they were abruptly interrupted by President Yamada's stern shout full of majesty!
President Yamada violently turned around, those eyes fiercely glaring at that young man who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, his face written full of unquestionable integrity!
"We are Kumamoto Prefecture people! Men of our 'Land of Fire', even if we lose, we must lose uprightly! How can we use this kind of unpresentable method, to taint our hometown's reputation?!"
"Exactly!" Koyama Yoshiharu also heavily nodded his head at this time, on that face that was always stern, written full of agreement towards these words of President Yamada: "A competition, the most important thing, is fairness! If we ourselves break the rules, then even if we win, what's the point? That will only make others, look down on our Kumamoto Prefecture!"
These words made that young man who originally wanted to go through the back door instantly lower his head in shame.
It also made all the Kumamoto fellow townsmen around, that heart which had originally been somewhat shaken, become firm anew!
They looked at President Yamada and Koyama Yoshiharu, in those gazes, full of heartfelt admiration!
"However..."
Right within this air full of a tragic atmosphere akin to "Bushido", President Yamada suddenly changed his tone. On that tanned face, surfaced a simple and honest smile full of cunning.
He rubbed those big hands covered in thick calluses, somewhat embarrassedly coming close to Koyama Yoshiharu's side, using a tone close to requesting saying softly:
"That... Teacher Koyama, look... a competition is a competition. But, we... it wasn't easy for us to come to Tokyo once, could you... could you please, mention to Manager Nohara, to let our cheering squad, and those few disappointing young men, have... a group photo with him ah?"
"This... this if we can bring the group photo with Manager Nohara back to Kumamoto, that... that would be even more face-giving than getting the championship ah!"
Koyama Yoshiharu upon hearing this, on that face that was always stern, finally couldn't help but reveal a faint smile. Turning around, speaking to that young man who was watching all this:
"Cough! Hiroshi ah, look, everyone... it's also a token of their regard. Just... just satisfy this, small wish of theirs."
"Of course you can."
Nohara Hiroshi smiled and nodded.
This is just a small matter.
He was really afraid these Kumamoto Prefecture cheering squads, would bring up some difficult requests to him, then it would be troublesome.
Worldly wisdom this matter has both pros and cons.
For example now.
If they brought up something, then that would be a con.
Thus, on that stage full of commemorative significance in Studio 3, a photo full of historical significance sufficient to make the entire Kumamoto Prefecture proud, was born from this.
In the photo, Nohara Hiroshi and Koyama Misae, stood in the very center like a perfectly matched couple.
Beside them, surrounded by a group of the purest and most adorable Kumamoto fellow townsmen with smiles brimming with heartfelt pride.
That picture was full of harmony and warmth, like a song of triumph composed for victory, frozen in this, autumn afternoon full of miracles and joy.
(End of Chapter)