The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

Seeing light, sound, and wind is just such a painting.

On the scrolling screen, you can see the comments of the reviewers, and they even have Japanese translations.

"A tribute to the sensibility and technical excellence that can express things that are invisible to the eyes, such as light, sound, and air, and a unique world view that cannot be explained by reason. Shiina Mashiro entered the realm of genius with this painting. Our common sense is no longer Apply to her."

It's a very high rating! *

Chapter Nineteen

And Chiryu, who found the paintings for Misaki, did not participate in their appreciation, and continued to concentrate on watching Shinshiro, lest she make trouble again.

"Wow! It's amazing! Xiao Mashiro is indeed a real genius!" Misaki finally calmed down and shouted with excitement.

It was only now that she was clearly aware of the gap between herself and Shinshiro.

"genius……"

Mitaka Jin couldn't help but murmured, pursed his lips and stared at Misaki, and then turned to Mashiro, who was listening to Chiryu's reprimand because he did something wrong.

A true genius...

All the residents of Sakura Village can be called geniuses, only he is not.

He was the only one who climbed up slowly, step by step, through hard work, but even so, there was still a considerable gap between him and Misaki.

The excellent works that appeared in his hands were all because Misaki's script was so perfect that he couldn't pick out any flaws.

Chihiro silently watched everyone's different expressions and took another sip of beer.

"Wow, it seems that I have to work harder. Everyone has worked hard. Then, I have to continue the work of the remake. Come on! I have to do it! It must be completed!"

After speaking, Misaki packed up her things and went up to the second floor in small jumps.

Ren, who was on the side, silently returned to his room, and it seemed that he was hit a bit hard.

When Qianliu came back to his senses, he and Mashiro were the only ones left at the dining table.

As always, she was cleaning up the messy dinner plate for Mashiro. Qianliu was thinking about how to start teaching her the first step, when she suddenly heard someone calling her.

"Qianliu." In the blink of an eye, Zhenbai is bending over to salute him: "Little girl is not talented, please get along well with me in the future."

"Why do you suddenly think of saying this?" Qianliu was a little strange.

Mashiro quickly explained the reason: "Misaki told me at noon today that this is better."

That rascal……

This is obviously something that is said between a man and a woman who are in a close relationship.

Helping her to go up to the second floor obediently, Qianliu put the dishes in the automatic dishwasher, then went to the bathroom to drain water, and Meimei took a bath and went back to her room.

"Huh." Sitting on the computer chair, Qianliu wiped his hair with a dry towel while opening the document titled "The Garden of Words".

Putting down the towel, he pondered for a moment, and then he tapped the keyboard following the words on it.

"... Across several silently bowed heads, the rain-soaked city is flying past the narrow car window."

"...Takao walked down the stairs of the Sobu Line and walked in the opposite direction of the transfer gate on the Marunouchi Line to the Koshu Street where there was a heavy traffic jam. When he passed near the construction site of the Ring-shaped Line [-], which showed no signs of completion, the dark and dense The forest suddenly came into view, a large quasi-national park spanning the Shinjuku and Shibuya wards.”

"... Through the mixed forest of metasequoia and hemp oak, I saw a garden with a large pond. The sound of countless raindrops and ripples appeared like a mysterious murmur from the water."

"Suddenly, a distant thunder sounded in the sky.

faint thunder—

This sentence suddenly appeared in Xiaoxiong's mind, and then disappeared. He was about to go to the pavilion where he often went to shelter from the rain, but there was someone sitting inside. "

"Xiaoxiong felt as if he saw something that shouldn't exist. He approached the pavilion nervously and slowly. After passing through the layers of green leaves, the entire pavilion came into view. It was a woman in a suit."

"The woman with short, supple, shoulder-length hair was holding the beer to her mouth and glanced at him lightly. The eyes of the two only met for a moment."

……

……

Written here, Qianliu can't write any more.

Because the bottom line remarks belong to Shiyu Kasumigaoka's dialog box lights up.

Kasumigaoka: "Hasegawa-sensei, I have finished the revision. If you have time, please take a look at it."

Immediately afterwards, the documents she sent were attached.

Qianliu frowned slightly.

Hanasegawa: "Isn't it necessary to make corrections after you are healed, and you don't have to be so polite, just call me Hanasegawa directly."

He didn't seem to expect him to reply so quickly, and the other side delayed for a while before continuing to reply.

Kasumi Hill: "I think my condition has improved a lot, and it doesn't affect my writing status."

Hanasegawa: "I don't want you to think, I want mine."

Slightly overbearing to dismiss her words, Qianliu continued to type on the keyboard.

Hanasegawa: "That's it, I will reply to you in two days."

After that, the dialog box was closed, and no matter what Kasumigaoka said, it would not be opened again.