I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 97 Not a Sensation but an Enlightenment
The aftereffects of falling off a hill are just...

Of course, at first the essence of the foal was to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

At the same time, avoid Oshima Kazuya by the way.

but……

He looked at Oshima Kazua who was sitting in front of his bed at this moment, looking at him with incomparably concerned eyes, and he felt like crying.

"Teacher Bei Dao."

His expression is very concerned, but I always feel that the corners of his mouth are slightly raised.

Maybe I thought of some happy things.

I should understand Kazuya Oshima's mood at this time.

After all, he still felt sorry for Ju who was lying on the bed and couldn't move very much.

"Why are you so careless?"

"..."

Ju didn't know what expression he should use to respond to the concern of the editor teacher.

Let's say he doesn't care, he came here as soon as he heard the news.

A lot of condolences were also brought.

Even bought a lot of fruit.

This looks like fruit for free.

Take a lot of them.

I almost had the words "I'm rich" written on my face.

But say he cares.

The first thing he did when he came to the room was to place the paper and pen beside Koma from the distant table.

During the time when you are said to be unable to move, you can relieve boredom by writing on paper.

Sure enough, the relationship between the editor and the author is very delicate.

They are not only very good friends, but also enemies in a certain abstract concept.

Looking at Kazuya Oshima, his face was full of concern, but it seemed that he was not concerned about his expression.

The horse sighed softly.

Looking out the window.

The sky outside is very blue.

Sunlight poured through the glass and fell on his face.

The good news is that he can enjoy the sunshine now.

Even if it's not on that slope.

But the bad news is.

He is temporarily immobilized so far.

It was Xiuzi who helped him back.

Just after he slipped completely.

After feeling the strong impact and the piercing pain, he remembered what Xiuzi said.

After a while, I heard Xiuzi's surprised voice.

After opening his eyes, he found that Xiuzi was squatting beside him.

There are many things revealed between the eyes.

Kou silently looked away.

After two people were silent for a while.

Xiuzi let out a chuckle.

Then Koma also felt amused.

With a puff, both of them laughed.

Laughter trembled under some cherry blossoms.

"Whoosh, it went down."

Xiuzi pointed there and said.

"quite fast."

Ju recalled the previous experience, he could feel the wind in his ears all the way to the back.

The two laughed again for a while.

Xiuzi asked, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

Asked by Hideko, Kou realized his feet.

After feeling it for a while, he gasped, let out a hiss, and said, "Well, I feel a little numb."

Xiuzi glanced at her swollen ankle.

"It does look like the injury is a bit serious."

So this time, let's see what the flowers harvested.

Beautiful cherry blossoms, and bedtime that may last for a month or two at a time.

The harvest is relatively rich.

Yuriko has been squatting at the horse's feet.

It can sense that the foal seems to be injured.

So it's been creeping up all this time.

Try to avoid that hurt place.

It has always had a place on the horse's hand.

Kitten's mind is very simple.

Maybe as long as I keep guarding it all the time, then this injury will heal quickly.

"It grows fast."

He also saw lily seeds that were originally a small group.

Compared with now, it is much worse.

The foal took care of it very well.

He has also met Mitsuo Kaneda, so in his opinion, the kitten in front of him is more of an inheritance.

"I heard that you are preparing for a literary award recently?"

Kuma suddenly turned to look at Kazuya.

"Ah."

"For some reasons, editor-in-chief Kashiwagi decided that Xinchao should carry the banner."

Oshima Kazuya has been busy with this matter during this time.

With the huge financial support of the Oshima family, the preparation for the Literature Award went smoothly.

In fact, whether a literary award has potential or not depends on the amount of its prize money from one aspect alone.

If the prize money from this award is pitifully small, naturally no one will fight for it.

Of course, there are various factors.

For example, whether the evaluation is fair, who are the judges, and so on.

But in general, there are no problems with funding.

As for the judges, the friend of the editor-in-chief Kashiwagi has a lot of weight.

Now it's time for the works to do the talking.

According to the meaning of editor-in-chief Kashiwagi.

The main factor for the establishment of this award is of course to carry the flag for the literary world.

While carrying the flag, if Kazuki Xiaoyuan can come up with a perfect answer, then it is double perfection.

When talking about this, Kazuya Oshima looked at Kou Kita very hungrily.

Such fiery eyes made him a little afraid.

"At the moment, there is no need for a novel."

This is what the editor means.

After all, literary awards have just started.

If you say that you just write a long story, it will stretch the battle line too long.

"So it's a short story?"

Kooma glanced sideways at the table.

"Hmm..." Kazuya thought for a while: "At present, this is the plan. The editor-in-chief means to lower his gaze a little bit more."

"Sink down a little?"

"Yes, sink down a bit, and the tone can't be set too high."

"Speaking of which, Teacher Bei Dao reminded the editor-in-chief."

He also remembered the time when the editor-in-chief Kashiwagi saw the new book.

He looked excited.

He seemed to see a ray of light in the chaos.

“All along, we have been exploring the future of literature.

It seems that all our tone is too high, our eyes are set on those places that can be reached at will.

How can such literature be called a spiritual torch?
The dimness has been ups and downs for a long time.

Maybe it's time to start taking literature down for real. "

For the first time, the eyes behind the frame of the editor-in-chief Cypress were so sharp.

"When literature breaks through layers of shackles and can truly be accepted by all social classes, then literature is real literature."

Oshima Kazuya always remembered that afternoon.

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi's voice was not loud, but it was so deafening when it reached his ears.

"Isn't that what we've been pursuing?"

"Neon has been asleep for too long, they have sunk into this decadent world, they just accept their own corruption and their own depravity.

We are always exploring.

But we're just a bunch of editors.

I also wanted to be the kind of person whose pen turns into a torch.

But I can't be.

Right now I see hope.

This neon needs a benchmark.

This neon needs a person to annotate its spiritual belonging.

A giant is needed, whose eyes can pierce the sky and penetrate everything.

I have always thought that what a true literary giant can bring is not sensation, but enlightenment! "

Speaking of it.

Oshima Kazuya's mind was a little buzzing.

he muttered to himself.

Not a sensation, but an enlightenment?
(End of this chapter)