"Each section return to your training rooms, I will come to check on you in rotation, I hope I won't see anyone slacking or chatting," Kiyono Lin said with a stern look as she issued the dismissal command.
In the Island Country, where seniority is revered, to have the demeanor to command over sixty people, including sophomores and seniors, as a freshman seemed to be a feat only she could possibly achieve.
No, there was also Jiutiao Meijie.
But to have her as an adviser... would someone die? Certainly, it seemed that way!
With that thought, Dubian Che actually felt that Kiyono Lin wasn't particularly strict.
Watching the members of the Wind Instrument Club quietly whispering ill of Kiyono Lin as they dispersed, Dubian Che lamented that they didn't know their good fortune.
Dubian Che also returned to the Oboe & Bassoon section classroom.
He set aside the scores distributed by Kiyono Lin—such things were as distant to him as Iwate Prefecture was from Tokyo.
