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I took an entire week to listen to this, one track a day since I’ve been busy rewatching Magi and playing RPGs on top of full-shifts in my work and playing Jyuzaengi2. Oh, but you didn’t want to hear about me. You wanted to hear about Isao. (・∀・)
Isao’s music tracks are lovely, and his deep hate of women is obvious. Though he thinks he plays around with women, I get the feeling that he’s played around by them… even from the second track. And if you finish listening all the way you’ll understand. Well at least he isn’t a two-face, so I appreciated his evil character more than Seishirou. Also, when he is polite, it’s a real kind of politeness, like he has a real gentleman-liness underneath that raepist mask, unlike Seishirou who acts all princely but is so fake.
His was a happy ending compared to Seishirou’s, which made me kind of ‘Meh, I want a tragedy!!’ (sorry for being me (*´∀`*) And seeing his end made me a little cynical, thinking “You’ll regret this…. love is not all!” So, my favourite line would be when he was still playing around and thinking: “Like… Love…. all that is just a farce for the sake of indulging in deep pleasure.”
It’s such a sad and twisted thinking but it makes sense. Well then, have fun reading.
Opening Act
Isao introduces in character the meeting of him and the heroine. “The time is Taisho, the stage is Marunouchi, Tokyo, the flowery capital of Japan. A theatre opening here today, a department store opening there tomorrow… Due to the remnant effects of World War 2, the city is overflowing with western culture. The start of the story is of course, the teikoku theatre that all the ladies are talking about….. not, but on top of a hill in a luxurious mansion. There, a girl comes knocking hurriedly…” Continue reading →