The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

"Do you remember the children who learned to paint in Grandpa's studio with me and Mashiro?"

Rita continued.

"Remember......"

"Did you notice those kids disappearing from the studio one by one every month? Who disappeared when, do you remember?"

"I......"

"Mashiro probably doesn't even remember his name or face."

The real silence confirmed what Rita said.

"I only have my own paintings in my eyes, and I really don't understand anything."

"why"

The number of times this sentence was repeated, and no one in the room counted... "Didn't I say that it was Zhenbai's harm? Because I knew Zhenbai, I began to hate it.

My favorite painting, I hate it more than anything, I don't even want to see canvases, easels and brushes..."

In Rita's wide eyes, the shrunken true white was reflected.

And Shiro's eyes were full of unease.

"The children in Grandpa's studio are different from the innocent children in the painting classroom. They come from all over Britain and all over the world to learn professional painting and to become famous painters. ."

It was the same with Mashiro and Rita in the beginning.

Everyone has great expressiveness. Although they are children, they are already artists. However, in the studio where only geniuses are gathered, even geniuses become ordinary people, because it is the first time since birth that I have encountered painting competitions. Your own better opponent, the studio is such a place.

Knowing that there will be competitors, there are several people who give up immediately because they can't stand it every year, because they always thought they were special, but it turned out to be different. The reality presented to children is very cruel.

However, as long as it is in the world of talents, these are all things that are taken for granted, yes, they are taken for granted, but Rita's situation at that time was a little different, because of the existence of Shiro.

"Yeah, no matter what...

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4 No matter how hard you try, there is no way you can become the same as Zhenbai, we are completely incomparable, Zhenbai's eyes don't look at us at all, and Zhenbai chopped up those things with an invisible knife... just living, just Children who gather in the studio to paint."

"The dream of being a painter as the aspiration of my peers, without pain or itching, is as expressionless as it is now, and when I look at the real white paintings, I will feel, ah, our world is different, and I will experience what real talent is. ."

"Even so, I still believed in myself and struggled painfully. When I raised my head thinking that I had advanced, I only saw that Mashiro had reached a place further ahead, as if she was the only one with wings."

Everyone else was frightened and swallowed and looked at Rita, while Mashiro listened with a serious expression, only Ryunosuke came over and looked at the computer screen, he believed that Qianliu would take care of everything.

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Chapter [-] Simple and awkward

"I can't forgive that kind of truth, so I hope you disappear, and I hope you disappear as soon as possible, so that I can help you become a cartoonist, teach you how to use a computer, and even assist you with the procedures for coming to District [-]."

"All this is to hope that you draw boring cartoons, get criticized for nothing, and then don't go well. When you are traumatized, you will know how we feel, but I didn't expect you to make your debut!"

Rita stared at True White with wide eyes.

This was not what she expected at all.

"Rita, I..."

Shiro wanted to say something, but didn't continue.

At this time, it was Misaki who interjected: "If you think so, why do you still come to pick her up now?"

This is a question from the bottom of my heart.

"I've said so much, but you still don't understand?"

Rita's eyes shifted to Misaki.

The emotional pressure that came from the heart was very strong, and now Rita is... possessing such magic.

"If it's you who can forgive you for taking a goal from someone else, no matter what. . . .

No matter how hard I pray, how hard I try, and how I long for something that I can’t get, but I have no interest in throwing it away, please tell me how I can forgive her.”

"Is that the reason?"

Misaki responded in an unconscious and dazed way.

To be honest, it's really useless for Rita to use this kind of words to deal with a bunch of weirdos in Sakuraso.

"Mashiro has what I want, and of course I want her to be a more famous painter than anyone else, so I can at least proudly say that I used to learn to paint in the same studio as that... Shiina Mashiro."

Rita glanced at Mashiro and continued: "Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to figure out what it is for me who stopped writing because of Mashiro. I want to identify myself as a part of Mashiro, and I want to recognize that Mashiro's talents have their own existence. , can you understand this feeling?"

Of course it is impossible to understand, because Misaki has never had the experience of being defeated by serious challenges, and she has always been smooth sailing.

On the other hand, Rita did not look away from the beginning to the end, and confronted Mashiro head-on.

She always looks directly at Shiro's talent while painting beside her, and because of this, Rita looks forward to Shiro's talent even more.

I want to catch up with her, but I can't, so I hate her deeply, but I still can't completely hate her, I can't completely give up her talent.

This is probably because she recognizes Shiro's talent more than anyone else.

What broke the silence at this time was Qianliu, who had been listening quietly.