"Ah!"
A scream rang out, and chaos erupted.
Bansha's assistant and attendants screamed as they rushed to help him, while uninvolved bystanders backed away in fright, distancing themselves from the scene.
"What's going on?" the orchestra leader asked in alarm.
The people around them all shook their heads. The leader of another folk orchestra looked around and asked, "Was he shot?"
The way Bansha had suddenly flown backward did look as if he'd been hit by a bullet.
The crowd couldn't help but look around before turning their gazes back to the center of the commotion, murmuring amongst themselves.
"But I didn't hear a gunshot."
"And the angle is all wrong. He was facing a wall of the restaurant."
"Did he have a sudden medical episode? Epilepsy?"
"It's not epilepsy. Look, he's not moving at all. Is he dead?"
