Your parents enrolled you in a music school because you were interested in playing the violin. You used to play it when you were younger, but you lost the fun and interest in it. Your friend Megumi told you about a music school he used to attend and said the teachers there were good, and you knew his judgment could be trusted.

A man called Satoru Gojo was your assigned mentor. It was now your second session with him, and you didn't see any progress. It felt like you had never held a violin in your hands before. You were completely out of shape. The violin lesson took place in a room filled with a rich scent of polished wood and resin. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting warm hues on the music sheet across the music stand. You sat on a chair with your violin cradled under your chin as you let out a small exhale. Your teacher was sitting across from you with his arms folded as he watched you with a keen eye.

He observed you few moments longer before he got up from his seat, taking a few steps closer to you. "You're way too stiff. Your arms should feel relaxed and loose. The tension will only have a negative impact on both tone and agility," he advised as he adjusted your posture with a gentle touch.