Oh man we lost!
generate unprecedented Watari'ster Fever
reluctantly move to the U.K.
Stir up the rumor mill with models
lead the league in goals
win the Ballon d'Or ten times in a row.
My life of smooth sailing
kind of got derailed.
I botched my chance of becoming a star.
Setbacks come with the territory of becoming a superstar.
It's more dramatic.
Same thing with Messi.
Then it's the perfect deal for you.
I'm gonna hand over the role of this season's star to you Kousei.
I'm not you Watari.
Damn straight.
I'm me you're you. I can't appeal to Tsubaki's maternal instincts
and I can't play the piano.
You still can't hear?
I'm scared.
I can't get it out of my head.
I'm scared. I'm scared.
The idea...
that I won't be able to hear the notes again.
Well setbacks come with the territory of becoming a superstar.
In the face of adversity
that's when you know if someone's the real deal or not.
You know why?
Because the stars shine at night.
Chopin Étude Op. 25 No. 5...
Is this what it sounds like?
It's so fast and rough.
Just like when he accompanied Kao
the notes are all over the place.
And he's only going faster and faster.
Here we go again.
It's not ringing out.
The sound of the piano.
The sound.
I'm about to be consumed by a deep sea.
Not yet! Focus focus focus!
Give the piano your undivided attention!
Like the last time...
Grab hold of the notes with your whole body!
This is your punishment.
Kousei.
Me and my dream...
Your punishment for rejecting them.
You understand that?
He's atrocious.
Arima. Don't tell me he can't hear.
This is merely grating on the ears!
Arima.
You were playing the opening perfectly without missing a single note!
Is it because you can't perceive the sound?
Is it true that you can't hear your own playing?
Because this is...
the sound of someone writhing in agony.
Even if I can't hear the notes anymore I can tell.
My cells are howling.
This isn't Chopin!
This is your punishment.
You're wrong!
The notes have abandoned you.
You're wrong!
I worked so hard for you Mom!
The piano is you.
No matter how hard you pound it it won't answer you will it?
The reason you're lonely...
The reason you're all alone...
I wish you would just die.
That's your punishment.
Maybe I'll just stop.
The tension is fading away from his playing.
Is he planning to stop midway?
I'm still the same old me after all.
To play like I did before maybe I expected too much?
I thought that if I entered this competition something would change.
But I'm the same old me.
Nothing's changed.
No.
Don't stop!
What's this?
He's going to stop playing.
Not that Arima.
Better to just cut his losses.
Don't stop! Keep playing!
You can't stop!
Look at this.
Your entry number.
Köchel number 265.
Mozart's Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
The stars will shine over your head!
Come on! You gotta be kidding me.
Is this the Arima I know?
Absolute perfection unmatched accuracy.
He's just a shadow of his former self.
The Kousei Arima that I looked up to.
What were those two years for?
Stop messing with me!
He really...
stopped playing.
So the prodigy has fallen back to earth?
What does this mean?
Disqualified. He won't be evaluated.
It's over.
No matter what the reason is
if you cut your performance short
the competition is over for you.
It's all over now huh?
Here we go again. Two of a kind. Birds of a feather.
That day the moment I stopped playing
the competition was over for you.
What was it that you played for?
You're so merciless.
No matter what I see I'm reminded of you.
You really have no mercy.
Even the you that's here inside me...
won't let me give up.
That day I wonder.
What did you play for?
Again!
He started playing again?
It's no good.
Although he started playing again the tempo's uneven.
Your imagery is what's important.
How do you want to play this piece?
Who do you want to play it for?
That day.
For what... For whom were you playing?
Friend A.
I want you.
I can't hear the sound of the piano.
I hereby appoint you as my accompanist.
Ah that's right.
I'm going to play for you.
His playing is changing yet again.
The opening was as robotic as a computer
following the score with dead-on accuracy...
Then midway through it was like a sobbing child pounding the keys.
Three times he's transformed.
What just happened to him? This transformation is unreal.
It's like there were three different pianists playing.
Not only has his playing changed the sound has changed.
His notes...
They're starting to sparkle.
I stopped playing midway.
I'll be disqualified...
Just like a certain ruthless tyrant I know.
The stars will shine over your head.
Just play with sincerity with everything you've got.
How does the real you want to play Chopin?
We're not Chopin after all.
You're just you no matter what.
The words I exchanged with you...
each one of them is raining down on me like stars.
The sky I looked at alone seemed about to swallow me up and scared me.
The starry sky I looked up at with Watari seemed capricious.
The starry sky I looked up at with Tsubaki
was so incredibly brilliant it somehow seemed unstable.
The starry sky that I look up at with you.
What will it be like?
There's the smell of chalk.
A window with unsightly cracks. The sound of distant cheering.
The shadows of cherry blossom petals. The faint breathing of someone asleep.
The scenery is changing.
This is Arima's imagery.
Everyone's being swallowed up into Arima's world.
We might not be able to turn in a performance that we can live with.
But we're going to play.
So long as we have a chance to play and an audience that will listen.
I'm going to play with everything I've got.
Look! This is who I am!
Let it ring! Let it ring!
So that the people who've heard me will never forget me.
So that I can live in their hearts forever.
Just one person matters to me.
Only you matter.
Thank you.
Is this really that Arima?
I wonder why?
If I don't hold back I think I'm gonna cry.
I suppose I'm getting old.
Hearing such straightforward emotions puts a pang in my heart.
Come back. Come back.
Arima!
I can hear her soft breathing as she sleeps. Like a cat.
A single petal that drifted into my life.
The worst first impression ever. The girl who likes my best friend.
Will it reach her?
I hope it reaches her.
At last he's returned.
You're here inside me now.
You're here.
You're here...
Kousei Arima!
It's just as that girl said.
Music is freedom.
You're free.
Uh...
Oh right. Time to applaud.
What was that?
Was it good? Or was it bad?
Sure that would throw off anyone.
How are we supposed to evaluate something like that?
Is it resonating?
Is he still transitioning? Is this some kind of omen?
Not the slightest trace of regret on that face.
No feedback. Well of course not.
Only one person matters to me.
Will it reach her?
I hope it reaches her.
Episode 10 The Scenery I Shared with You
Episode 11 Light of Life
That was offensive! Outrageous!
Could he have been less prepared?!
Sir! Shh...
Just as he says that really sucked.
I wonder if he even studied the sheet music properly?
Still those notes of his...
They felt like April.
That Arima...
is an intriguing boy isn't he?
The puppet has severed his strings and started walking on his own.
Of course...
those newfound emotions do seem a bit much for him to handle.
I wonder what happened to him?
To that prodigy Arima?
Not bad!
Mr. Mediocre!