Your D to Major Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Reconciliation

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A busy evening. Along Tokyo's Highway, filled with many vehicles, and in one of those vehicles, a white SUV, there was Yuri, sitting in the back seat, leaning her head against the window, thinking about previous events, from her crash-out to an encounter with the stranger. She sighed softly, a combination of comfort and exhaustion. In front was her uncle, Kenichi, a 52-year-old older brother of Yuri's father, Shinzo, who was a retired sea captain, friendly and always monitoring Yuri's condition. "Yuri-san, how's another day of summer class?" Yuri heard him. She sighed and spoke softly. "Typical, just as my officer role makes me exhausted." Kenichi chuckled softly. "As always, as I expected." As they traveled, Yuri's mind still recalled her crash-out, which was quite embarrassing, so she yawned softly and sighed in exhaustion. "...Looks like I needed some sleep." Then, she was acting oddly because of her recent crash-out experience. Her uncle checked her in the rearview mirror; suspicions grew. "Are you sure about that? You're acting oddly." Yuri's eyes widened at his statement. "O-oh yeah... I'm fine, I'm fine," She spoke anxiously, composing herself. "I'm just pretty exhausted, you know. " She hid herself from the rearview mirror. Kenichi reluctantly let her be, focusing more on his driving. "Alright then... Sleep keeps exhaustion away." He murmured. ... Meanwhile, at the cozy live house restaurant of Sachiki's, filled with guests, local rock bands on stage, Jiro was there, quiet and watching every band's precision and movement. As for the bands on stage... The guitarist strums with dancing fingers. The bassist relaxed, giving soul to the song. The drummer beats with fun. And the singer sang angelically while playing the piano. Every note matters, every harmony feels, and every word gives meaning. A band can be influential, revolutionary, or even for fun; whatever it is, music is the soul. Jiro was stunned by them for their self-composed song, which makes them a signature; their originality means everything. But society is unfair, as gaining popularity is determined. Later, his older brother came out of the bathroom. A 20-year-old, Jyo, walked gently while standing at 6'3 ft or 191 cm, heading towards his seat opposite Jiro. Jyo saw him, completely stunned by them. He chuckled softly. "Music is everything, Ototoyo-san," he spoke softly, "Especially if it is rock." As he watched the band, a hint of nostalgia on his face. "Jiro," he spoke softly. "When I was your age, I used to have a band." Jiro stared at him, curiosity struck on his face. "...A band, really? I thought you were solo." Jyo chuckled softly at his innocent and curious response. He took a sip of soda. "I was in a solo lately," he looked to the kitchen, waiting for their order, "yet it feels different when you have a band." Later, their order arrived. A ten-piece sushi on a tray and two bowls of ramen. As music echoed throughout the whole restaurant, both of them slurped the savory taste of ramen, and Jiro continued their conversation. "So, you really have a good time with music." He nodded, recalling his band life. "Yes, absolutely. I devoured my excitement, exhaustion, and energy. It was the only escape from my problems, because music is a therapy, especially when it is your type..." Jiro listened and was quietly fascinated. After he ate some sushi, he spoke softly. "...Also, why did you go solo then?" At his words, Jyo choked violently on his soda and immediately grabbed a napkin. "Ototoyo-san! That's some critical one right there." Jiro let out an awkward chuckle. "Whoops, does it have an effect on you personally?" He grabbed another piece of sushi and ate it. Jyo turned to him and sighed. "...Long story short, yes." He took a slurp of his ramen. "If you're in a band, and it happens, you will understand it. If not, then good for you." Jiro's head tilted, finding his statement interesting. Meanwhile, the vocalist on stage closed his eyes as he reached t