Episode 1: Encounter
(´･ω･`) “I'm August Kubizek.”
I'm the son of a furniture maker.
( ¯灬¯ ) “Good job. Here's this month's pay.”
(´･ω･`) “Thank you.”
( ˙灬˙ ) “Are you going to see the opera again?”
(´･ω･`) “Uh, yeah.”
( ¯灬¯ ) “I see... Well, you can do whatever you want with your free time.”
(´･ω･`) .｡oO (Every day, I do the same mechanical work.)
But is this really what my life should be like?
The only thing I look forward to is going to the opera with the money I get.
Well, it's only pocket money, so I can only stand and watch.
The spot under that pillar is my secret prime seat.
Huh? Someone's already there.
┃Pillar┃
彡(ﾟ)(ﾟ)
(;´･ω･` ) .｡oO (Oh well.)
I'll just lean against this wall and watch.
Today's play is “Der Freischütz.”
♬♪♪♪
(´^ω^｀) .｡oO (Ah, it's good. It's good!)
It heals all my fatigue.
Really... art gives me courage.
( ;´-ω-` ) .｡oO (But...)
The pillar is a little in the way.
If he weren't there, I could see better.
Come to think of it, he took my spot last time too...
彡(ﾟ)(ﾟ)← I observed my rival, .
The pale, slender young man was captivated by the stage, his eyes shining.
He always dressed neatly and seemed reserved.
He clearly came from a better family than me.
Boo.
( ´-ω-` ) .｡oO (Intermission... already halfway through.)
I want to enjoy this moment forever.
(´･ω･`) .｡oO (Hmm, anyway...)
The music and production of today's performance are good, but...
彡(-)(-) “The singer is a bit off.”
Σ( °ω° )
(´^ω^｀) “Exactly! The singer is ruining it.”
That one sentence was the “trigger.”
(´･ω･`) (ﾟ)(ﾟ)ミ
November 1904. That's when I met him.
I was amazed at how quickly he picked things up.
In terms of comprehension, he was definitely better than me.
But when it came to musical sense, I felt like I was better than him.
(´^ω^｀) (^)(^)ミ
Our conversations were all about the stage.
We agreed on everything, and I felt a sense of joy.
彡(-)(-)(´･ω･`)
But he never talked about himself.
So I didn't talk about myself either.
Our nameless relationship continued for a while.
Usually, we would say goodbye at the theater,
but that day was different. I ended up going home with him.
As we parted, he introduced himself.
“Adolf Hitler,” he said.
