Chapter 64
Milk-a Pokato’s first memory was of herself playing the violin. Considering that the typical self-awareness begins to establish around the ages of 4 to 5, this implies that she had been playing the violin even before then. Looking back on her proficiency during that time, it wouldn’t be strange to think that she had perhaps held a violin bow since birth.
Nevertheless, she found herself struggling.
“Squeak—!”
“…This isn’t going well.”
Milk-a burst into a snicker as she stared at the awkward movements of her hands and the strange sound emanating from the violin. Honestly, it was a sound she had never expected to come from her hands. She hadn’t produced such sounds even as a child—back when her hands and fingers were only about a third of their current size.
As she felt a dissonance between the techniques displayed by her memory and the skills she was currently exhibiting, Milk-a carefully glanced at the scientist. The person who had injected her with a suspicious substance, resulting in her current state.
“What exactly happened?”
“You said it wouldn’t matter if you gave up the violin, didn’t you? So it’s a reality now.”
“In other words, because I can’t play the violin, does that mean… I’m much better at playing the guitar instead? Is that what you’re saying?”