Homare Arisugawa/MANKAI Playback
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Natural Soprano Boy
Backstage StoriesIzumi | Homare-san, happy birthday- |
Winter Troupe | Happy birthday! |
Tasuku | So we really are having hotpot around the kotatsu this year too. |
Tsumugi | That’s what Homare-san requested, after all. |
Guy | Did you do this last year as well? |
Tsumugi | Fufu, we did. This’ll be your first time, won’t it? |
Guy | Indeed. However, this sounds enjoyable. |
Homare | Oh! You understand too, don’t you, Guy-san? This traditional combination... |
It’s just perfect for my birthday celebration! | |
Hisoka | ... It’s a surprisingly good idea for Arisu. |
Homare | What do you mean, it’s a surprisingly good idea for me, Hisoka-kun?! You were the one who wanted to get under the kotatsu in the first place! |
Hisoka | Zz... |
Homare | Good grief... |
Izumi | He looks like he’s sleeping better than usual... |
Azuma | Hey, Homare, your birthday is a rare occasion, so it’d be a waste if we don’t drink. |
Guy | Yukishiro and I selected this sake from a specialty store. We wanted to choose something we could add to the hotpot. |
Homare | Hm... Indeed, it looks like excellent sake! Thank you, I’ll accept it. |
Izumi | S- somehow, I can tell it’s expensive from the packaging… it’s in a wooden box... |
Tasuku | It’s a present none of us can match up to. |
Azuma | Here, have some. |
Homare | Yes, it smells wonderful! Then, without delay... |
...! Th- this is...! | |
As it enters my mouth, fruity and sweetie! As it runs through my throat, a mellow wind of fresh verdure! | |
Tsumugi | Homare-san is in perfect form. |
Hisoka | He’s always annoying, but he’s even more annoying today. |
Izumi | Hahaha... |
Guy | If it suits your taste, it was worth choosing this. |
Azuma | Mhm, I’m glad you like it. |
Tsumugi | Ah, it looks good in the hotpot, too! |
Izumi | Wow, it looks delicious! Let’s have some! |
Hisoka | I want seconds. |
Azuma | Then, let’s try opening this next. |
Izumi | Udon or rice gruel, which should I finish off with? |
Homare | Sob... sniff... |
Tsumugi | H- Homare-san... are you okay? |
Tasuku | He’s a crying drunk as usual. |
Homare | ... Oh... |
Izumi | Oh...? |
Homare | Oh, father~ Oh, mother~♪ Thank you~ for giving birth to me~♪ |
Tasuku | ... The hell is that? |
Tsumugi | Um... |
Hisoka | Arisu finally broke. |
Guy | This is new. |
Azuma | Fufu, Homare looks like he’s having fun. |
Tasuku | And he’s stupidly good at it. |
Izumi | He is... |
Tsumugi | Do you think Homare-san was part of a choir at some point? |
Homare | Fu~fu~fu... That’s right... in my student days, I was a boy loved by God...! |
Hisoka | ... Hey, do I have to listen to this? |
Azuma | It sounds interesting, so why don’t we try listening? |
Homare | Yes, it was when I was a student at St. Flora Middle School--. |
Homare | It happened when I was enrolled at St. Flora Middle School, while I was walking in the courtyard after school-- | ||||||||||
The weather is quite nice today. So much that even the little birds are chirping... Ah, what light voices they have. | |||||||||||
-- Ah, it’s coming to me! | |||||||||||
Sunlight shining in~♪ The birds chirp and sing~♪ No matter where, the sky~ Is ever blue and high~♪ | |||||||||||
... Hm. My singing voice is wonderful today, too, if I do say so myself. I should get out of school soon and let Grandmother hear it! | |||||||||||
Teacher | You over there, that was a lovely song. Would you perhaps like to join the choir? | ||||||||||
Homare | The choir? | ||||||||||
Teacher | Yes. With your angelic singing voice, you might even win competitions. | ||||||||||
Homare | If you want my genius so badly... then leave it to me! | ||||||||||
And thus, now possessing this genius, St. Flora Middle School’s choir became strong enough to win the national competition. | |||||||||||
Tsumugi | That’s amazing, Homare-san. | ||||||||||
Tasuku | Yeah, seriously... | ||||||||||
Hisoka | Arisu’s surrounded by weirdos. | ||||||||||
Homare | But then, tragedy struck... | ||||||||||
Azuma | What happened? | ||||||||||
Homare | I continued in the choir even in high school, but it slowly became more and more difficult for me to sing. | ||||||||||
And then, when I was promoted to my second year of high school-- | |||||||||||
My voice changed, and I no longer had that beautiful soprano...! | |||||||||||
Guy | However, I don’t think your voice is bad even now. | ||||||||||
Homare | Guy-san...! Ooh...! Aah, there really are people who understand, after all...! | ||||||||||
Hisoka | This time he’s crying. | ||||||||||
Azuma | I guess he’s back to his usual drunken ways? | ||||||||||
Tasuku | It’s either singing or crying; he’s a real piece of work. | ||||||||||
Tsumugi | It’s very like him, though. | ||||||||||
Homare | Ooh... Director, between my old soprano and my current self, which singing voice do you prefer...!? | ||||||||||
CHOICE 1: I want to hear you singing with that soprano voice. [+]
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CHOICE 2: Homare-san’s singing voice is lovely even now. [+]
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Homare | With that said, let me sing a song... Ahem! | ||||||||||
A genius~ born in~ a certain town~~♪ When in high school he himself found~~♪[1] | |||||||||||
Tasuku | Is he trying to turn his life into a musical? | ||||||||||
Azuma | It sounds nice; want to use it for the next Winter Troupe performance? | ||||||||||
Tasuku | ... Please spare me from that. | ||||||||||
Yuki | Ah, Arisu’s here. | ||||||||||
Muku | Arisu-san! Happy birthday! | ||||||||||
Homare | Oh, goodness me. Did you need something? | ||||||||||
Muku | Arisu-san, listen to this! For the first time in like a dozen years, St. Flora Middle’s choir is going to take part in the national competition! | ||||||||||
Yuki | Apparently this is the first time they’ve achieved that since some “boy loved by God” was part of the choir. | ||||||||||
Izumi | That’s... | ||||||||||
Homare | What?! Congratulations! That’s... sob... that’s quite a notable achievement...! | ||||||||||
Tasuku | There’s not even a trace left of that boy loved by God. | ||||||||||
Azuma | I like Homare just the way he is now. | ||||||||||
Izumi | Ahaha... |
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Notes
- ↑ The original text is more like “When a genius~ born in~ a certain town~~♪ Enrolled in high school~~♪,” but I tried to make it rhyme.