Ch. 111 MtF – Chapter 111
by AfuhfuihgsChapter 111
**Cyber Girl Natsu. (2)**
[Nacchan’s voice source has been released, lololol]
[(A screencap of Natsu: “Since I can’t sing any other way, I’ll just make you Natsumin sing the songs you want yourselves.”)
Even the AI creator said they’d release a free program using Nacchan’s voice, lol.]
– [So the AI creator was a Natsumin too, huh? LOL]
– [They were in the membership since day one, apparently, lol]
– [Aren’t the Natsumin way too talented?]
– [So now Nacchan can sing too, huh? LOL]
– [Bedroom singer Nacchan, lololol]
– [One Nacchan per household—dream achieved (笑)]
– [Should we start by making a morning alarm with it, lol]
– [It looks kinda hard to use though, not sure I can pull it off.]
– [But the dev released a user guide, so it should be doable if we follow that, lol]
– [Let’s study hard for Nacchan!]
– [Let’s be real, it’s not for Nacchan—it’s for themselves, lololol]
[I made a Nacchan ASMR.]
[(File: “Natsu whispering a bunch of stuff in your ear.MP3”)
Since Nacchan said she was too shy to do ASMR, I just made one myself.
Used the released voice sources and some of her live audio from when she was hospitalized.]
– [LOLOLOL]
– [Shouldn’t you get Nacchan’s permission for this kind of stuff? lolol]
– [But it’s seriously well made, wow]
– [I even went back through all her YouTube archives thinking she actually did an ASMR stream, lol]
– [Me too, lolol]
– [Please keep making stuff like this. I don’t think I could make something this complex myself.]
– [Now that I think about it, Nacchan’s voice is amazing. I wish she’d really do an ASMR stream…]
– [Well, unless she gets over her embarrassment, we’ll probably never see that day, lol]
– [But now we’ve got Mass-Produced Nacchan, so no problem, right? LOL]
– [“Mass-Produced Nacchan”?! LMAO]
– [Isn’t this basically Nacchan Voice Pack release now?]
– [We need a Natsu Vocaloid, lol]
[I made a song using Nacchan’s voice pack.]
[(File: “Cyber Natsu singing a heartbreaking song.MP3”)
It’s not finished yet, but I worked on it for two nights straight.
I really just wanted to make something I could be proud of, but I hope it helps Nacchan feel a little better too.]
– [It’s really well made, wow]
– [Reminds me of classic Vocaloid days—how hard did you work on this?!]
– [Well, Nacchan’s voice source is really high quality, so the final product turned out great.]
– [Wait, did you really stay up two nights? The quality is insane.]
– [I already had the lyrics and melody done, so it was faster than it sounds.]
– [You wrote and composed it yourself? You’re seriously talented, Natsumin LOL]
– [I was looking for a voice that matched a Vocaloid I was working on, then Nacchan released hers, so I just made it a Nacchan song, lol]
– [Wait, you’re seriously someone who works with Vocaloid? lolol]
– [Will you upload this to YouTube?]
– [Planning to upload once it’s finished.]
– [This isn’t finished yet??]
– [Still working on the visuals and minor touches, lol]
– [I’ll be waiting, lol]
—
“Yeoreum, did you see the new video on YouTube?”
“Huh? No… Oh, right, I haven’t checked YouTube in a while.”
“Can’t believe someone in the 21st century doesn’t check YouTube…! No wait, that’s not the point! Look at this!”
Toya thrust her phone at me. The title on the screen read, _“The One Thing I Wish For.”_
What’s got her so worked up over a video?
Tilting my head, I tapped play, and a familiar voice began humming gently.
Wait—could it be…
The moment the voice in the video began singing, my suspicions were confirmed.
“…That’s my voice.”
[_“Like that time, once again—♪”_]
It was a piece—no, a work of art—so polished that I could almost believe I had sung it myself.
From the initial humming to the tiny breaths in between verses,
It didn’t feel like AI or editing—
It felt like _I_ was the one singing.
Trying to calm my racing heart, I listened intently.
_Will I ever be able to sing like this again…?_
After about four minutes, the song ended. But the melody still echoed in my ears as I stared blankly at the screen.
Even with just one listen, I could feel the time, love, and effort the creator poured into it.
And then—
At the bottom of the video description, one simple message:
**“Hoping that Natsu-san will be able to sing again one day.”**
I couldn’t be sure, but I had a feeling—
The creator was a longtime viewer, from before I debuted as Ichinose Natsu.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t call me _Natsu-san._
Maybe that’s why I couldn’t help myself.
I pressed play again.
And again.
And again, and again, and again.
I didn’t stop watching until a long while had passed.
“Yeoreum.”
“Huh? Oh—sorry. I kind of hijacked your phone.”
“…Are you okay?”
“Of course. I mean, I’m fine, totally—”
As soon as I blinked, tears began to fall—drip, drip.
Wait, why am I crying?
Maybe it’s like that—when you see a powerful piece of art and you’re moved to tears.
But the feeling deep in my chest wasn’t _just_ emotion.
It was something I hadn’t realized was there.
Or rather, something I didn’t _want_ to acknowledge.
“…I want to sing.”
Sadness.
It wasn’t like I had lost a loved one, or lost everything I had.
It was just that—I couldn’t sing anymore.
And that alone was enough to bury something deep in my heart.
Too heavy of an emotion for “just” not being able to sing.
I never imagined something like this would make me cry.
How pathetic, seriously.
“…Sorry, Toya.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. I felt the same way before, too. So don’t worry.”
Toya pulled me into a hug, patting my back gently.
My sobs gradually began to fade.
If it hadn’t been Toya, I probably would’ve cried until I started coughing.
So this is what it feels like to be comforted when you’re sad…
As I buried my face into Toya’s shoulder and took a slow breath,
I heard a soft chuckle above me.
She seemed genuinely happy that I was letting myself be vulnerable.
“If I’d known it’d be like this, maybe we should’ve sung together back then.”
“…Yeah. Sorry.”
“It wasn’t your fault. I was the one who kept putting it off because I wasn’t confident yet.”
Back when I was still active as Han Yeoreum,
Toya had asked if we could sing together once.
I remember it now—
At first, I told her I’d think about it,
But after her constant, half-joking requests, I finally gave in.
We never set a date or anything.
She just said, “Let me know when you’re ready,” and I thought I’d get around to it someday.
But… in the end, things turned out like this.
“Toya.”
“Yeah, Yeoreum?”
“I want to sing again.”
I’d been pretending I was fine all this time.
But I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.
I want to sing.
To hum like I used to.
To sing to a backing track.
To record covers in the studio again.
—_All of it. I want to do it all again._
_When did it start, I wonder…_
It wasn’t a lie when I said I preferred listening to singing over doing it myself.
But somewhere along the way, without realizing it—
I came to love singing more than just listening.
If I hadn’t liked it, I never would’ve sung live in front of people with a mic and background music.
A person who couldn’t even present in class was now singing live on a stream?
Yeah. That means I really did love singing.
“That promise from before—does it still count, Toya?”
“Of course. Always.”
Lifting my head from Toya’s shoulder, I asked quietly.
She replied instantly—without hesitation.
I didn’t want to say “we couldn’t keep our promise.”
Because I _knew_ we would keep it, someday.
I didn’t know when that day would come.
But I believed with all my heart that Toya would wait for me until then.
So please wait for me, Toya.
Until the day I can sing again.
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