One day, a girl with rabbit ears comes to the village of Flatta. This nameless, unpopular minstrel, who strums her lute fiercely with her bare fingers and sings with a death growl, is known as Schifanoia. When she passes out in the middle of her concert, Azusa is reminded of the sad stories she's heard of young men who moved to Tokyo hoping to make their major debut, but instead turn into job-hopping middle-aged men playing in bands that never make any profit. So she invites Schifanoia to live at the house in the highlands for a while, but when she just keeps making excuses and refuses to see reality, Flatorte loses her patience...
The scale of my fake sickness is growing...
...إنّ نطاق مرضي المزيّف يتّسع
Das vorgetäuschte Kranksein
wird chronisch …!
-Lo mío es crónico.
-¡Oigan!
-Lo mío es crónico.
-¡Esperad!
Ça m’a pris soudainement !
Il mio finto malore peggiora sempre più...
Meu mal-estar fingido
veio com tudo.
Стало только хуже...