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TPMITWON Chapter 61: The Imitation Performance Room
🕑 Added 2025-04-17 14:58:08 +0000 UTCAfter walking for several minutes, they finally arrived at a large door that was half open. Bright light spilled out from the gap in the door, accompanied by faint sounds: the rustling of a broom, the sound of wooden objects falling, and a distant... quick, fading laughter.
Souta stepped closer, and his eyes widened slightly as he peered inside.
The room was vast—much larger than Souta had imagined. The ceiling was high, soaring like a royal hall, with large supporting pillars intricately carved with symbols of the performing arts.
Inside, there were rows of neatly arranged audience seats forming a semicircle, all made from compacted sand that looked like desert marble.
Light from chakra lamps on the ceiling illuminated the room in a warm yellow hue, casting long shadows from the pillars and chairs.
However, what caught Souta's attention the most were several Wooden Puppets scattered across the stage. Some were just torsos without heads, some had legs that were detached and lying upside down, while others were being cleaned and gathered by a few staff members—seemingly remnants of a previous rehearsal or performance.
Wood dust floated gently in the air, creating a thin veil that made the room feel like an unfinished old dream.
Tsukimi stepped in first, her steps calm as if she were very familiar with this place. Souta followed her with unblinking eyes, still trying to take it all in.
"This is the rehearsal performance space," Tsukimi said, turning with a small smile, "This place was built with a design almost identical to the main performance space. The goal is for the puppeteers to practice as close to the real atmosphere as possible. That way, when the performance day arrives, they won’t feel nervous or awkward."
Tsukimi walked slowly along the side of the stage, the soles of her shoes making soft sounds on the compacted sand floor.
"This place is also used to test the quality of newly finished Wooden Puppets," Tsukimi continued. "We want to ensure that each puppet is not only strong and flexible but can also display lively expressions when used in performances."
Souta stepped further in, his gaze sweeping across the entire space. In the corner of the stage, he saw one of the puppets sitting against a large box.
The puppet had the face of a little girl with round cheeks and round eyes made of black glass, staring blankly at the ceiling. For some reason, there was something in that lifeless gaze that sent a slight shiver down Souta's neck.
Even though this room was spacious, strangely, Souta felt... the space was too narrow. Not physically, but internally. As if there were too many memories, stories, or perhaps... secrets that had been rehearsed and performed in this place.
The air felt heavy, not because of the heat, but because of something unexplainable—a presence that hung silently in the air.
However, instead of feeling afraid, Souta was enveloped by a burning curiosity. There was something captivating in the movement of the puppets—something alive behind the silence of the wood, among the fine strings and nearly perfect movements.
Souta wanted to know more. About the puppets. About the hidden hands that brought them to life. About the secret world that hid behind this stage curtain—a world that seemed to call to him from behind the shadows.
And more than just curiosity, that desire slowly transformed into determination. Souta wanted to be a part of them. The puppeteers. The silent manipulators. Souta wanted to learn the art—Kugutsu no Jutsu—and understand what made the puppets seem as if they were alive.
"Clean-up crew, gather around!" Tsukimi called out loudly, her tone sharp yet calm.
As soon as the command was given, everyone immediately adjusted themselves.
