Chapter 130: The Freshman Talent Show (2)
High mountains, deep valleys, deserted mountains. Snowy fronts, we go.
The spot where a young soul died. The wounded old pine forgot his words.
Do you hear, comrade, that angry voice?
Can you see it, comrade, the tearful eyes.
-From the military song 『Going to the Front』-
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As the ages of the audience changed, so did the evaluations.
Older professors who had previously laughed at the newcomers' talent show as a child's game began to speak seriously.
"... I've never heard a military song that touched my heart so deeply. It's as if you can read my soul."
"It reminds me of the last front, fifty years ago, just before the empire was united, and so many of us died, Lieutenant Bigfresher, Sergeant Wisehawk, Corporal Upham, and Private Ryan, far from home... I miss you."
"Old comrades, I'm sorry I'm the only one left standing, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I hope you don't hate me for living up to your share...."