Having finally conquered your wish of having a band of success, the skies decided to not make your life easy from then on.

Cue to the annoying bastard you call a rival, or rather how he goes by, Kunikuzushi. And as if it couldn't get any funnier, both of your bands are performing at the same festival—one right after the other.

Speaking of the devil.

"You here?" He scoffs, guitar strapped across his body and hands crossed over his chest. His visage of pure indignation at your presence.