The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

Suddenly Lyla told me to surprise me, but, Sutong, Lyla's words fit inside me.

"... voice"

Voice.

... voice. My painting is my voice. It feels so good.

I remember when I was consulting with the Demon King about drawing stars. I can't help but recognize what doesn't make a sound.That's why it's valuable to speak up. Laocles said such a thing.

"Is that why I'm drawing?"

so that you can be recognized.To tell him I'm here.To make a voice...?

"I don't know. Well, in your case, what I want to tell you is very peaceful."

... ah, maybe 'voice' isn't just an expression of your existence.For thoughts, ideals, and things like that, I need a voice... in my case, that's the painting. Finished...

"Your painting is not an unnecessary struggle, it's calm, happy... 'Be happy, everyone', you know that. Here is the soul of Corgo Uesora!I don't know if I want to tell you or if I'm just telling you on my own. "But that's how it feels. "

... is my soul here...?

"Ah, speaking of which, when I heard that before,I thought you said painting is a soul. "

"Yeah."

I said it. I said it. It is sold by the teacher.

"I see. Your painting is your soul after all.Is it part of the root?Isn't that what your paintings are made of? "

My soul is here.

... well. I see. Somehow, I feel good.

Pictures are souls to me.I can't live without this, and it's at my core. [M] So, soul.

... but at the same time, my painting is also my voice.

This is what I am thinking.This is what I think.I saw something like this. These things were beautiful.This is what I want to do.... a means of expressing something like that, or something that is more vague and inseparable from me... such as personality, soul, or something that leaks out on its own. Maybe.

And by drawing, I transmit various things, and at the same time, I incorporate them into myself.By drawing, I can put out what's inside of me, and at the same time, my inside gets a little richer. I feel that way.

... I see.

I finally understood what the teacher was saying.

Paint plenty, because you speak worse than I do. Yes, the teacher said.

... because I'm speaking loudly by drawing pictures.

So, I have to draw a lot.To make sure I'm here.This is how I feel about my soul, just to make it clear.

"... my teacher told me to draw a lot.Because I'm a bad mouth. "

Saying that to Lyla, she nodded with a smile.

"Well done, I'm sure it is.You should draw a lot.It looks fun, and it looks like it fits.And above all, you're a bad mouth. "

Yeah, I'm not a good talker.

So you have to draw a lot from now on.My soul is here to do it.

"... not to mention, if the author is beautiful, then it becomes a beautiful painting, and if the author is bad, then it doesn't look like it becomes a dirty painting, and it's difficult to find a correlation between the work and the author's personality..."

Lila sighs like that.

I'm sure Lyla would hardly be able to hear Lyla's voice there, even if she painted.Who could have read what from Lyla's painting on display as another person's work?... in the first place, I don't know if receiving such a message from a picture is the right way of looking at it.

"... but now, your painting is something else.Beautiful and transparent as a palm.Ahh, I wonder if this kind of feeling is drawing... "

That's what Lyla said... when she saw the Lyla picture I drew, she laughed.

"... a beautiful soul."

... that.

Um... yeah.

Until now, you've been praised for your appearance.You're pretty like your mother, or you're cool like your father.That's what happened, and that's what the girl in my class said... that's what happened.Of course, there must have been a lot of compliments, and I didn't really mean it.

... but, you know, "It's a beautiful soul".It's my first experience to be praised for your soul's beauty... and, uh, I don't know what to do...

"... no, what a strange face you're making."

"No, I don't think so...."

Lyla looked a little embarrassed by me, but Lyla reopened earlier than I did. [M]I quickly reopened it.

"Are you embarrassed? Hmm? Hmm?"

"... don't be shy."

"I'm not saying that. That's what I really thought.The picture you draw is your voice, your soul... so beautiful, so clear, so delicate, so warm... it's not bad inside. This is it! "

Don't compliment me in detail!No, I'm praised for the painting, but I'm glad to hear it... it's embarrassing!

"... that's funny."

Well, half, huh?

... uhh. This is more embarrassing than saying, "I don't think it's funny."In other words, half of them are interesting, so that sounds like something true...

Lyla laughed a lot, probably enjoyed my reaction... and then she turned a little serious.

"Well, thank goodness. There's a way to speak up and show your soul.Also, meet a good teacher, right? "

... yeah.

It's stronger than anyone else, I think.

And when someone else tells me that... I'm kind of happy.

"Draw plenty."

"Yeah."

I'll draw a lot. I'll draw a lot. Because I don't speak well. [M]

Drawing is for proof of existence and to raise your voice.That's why we have to draw.

... and above all, it's fun. So let's draw a lot.Let's keep drawing. Draw all the time!

"... hmm? No, Doctor... did you have a painting teacher?"

Lila leaned her neck and said so.

Oh, you're mistaken.But, yeah. Is that what happens when I explain it now? Um...

"No, the teacher is not a painting teacher, rather the painting is horrible, and if you draw kiwi, you become a tawashi, and if you draw a cat, you become a dolian... that's fine."

Let's put aside the teacher's disgrace.No, but I want to show Lyla the reproduction of the cat that the teacher drew one day."Look, Togo, this is my painting.You know what? I don't have any pictures!The teacher at that time was strangely cool...And I'm glad that Dorian was in love. Cute Dorian...

"The teacher... uh, I just called him 'teacher', so he wasn't really a teacher.I wasn't the one who taught you anything.I've been taught a lot of important things..... "

It is difficult for me to explain "teacher". [M] Um...

"I was working on a novel, or I was working on a novel... hmm"

Though I wondered if it would be conveyed, Lyla looked suspicious... but I thought about it a little and then nodded convincingly.

"Achieved. The person who writes the sentence, just like you draw the picture. Is that what this is about?"

"Yes, that's what I thought."

Somehow! It makes me happy and smile all the time.

... the teacher also said, 'It's different to do a writing job and to do a writing job, Togo'It is important whether it is a job or something else that is just a job.Because the way you feel and perceive it changes considerably depending on where the boundary is.

"I was disturbed by the teacher's house, where he painted.I can't paint at home, at school, at school... no, I paint at home before I sneak to bed. "

"Ah, that's what I thought... about your house."

Lyla nodded ambiguously with a "little unimaginable."... maybe Lyla doesn't know much about school or school, and I don't think she knows more about education or sticking to it.

"So, you taught me a lot.The teacher wasn't good at painting, but he made me paint... and I was there because of him, um... "

... somehow, I feel like I'm building a building in the air because I'm skipping a lot of explanations.It is difficult to explain various things without foundation.It's fluffy and I'm really worried that it's being conveyed...

"... well, that's fine. In the meantime, you're a respectable and important person to me, right?"

"Yeah."

It was good.

Somehow... I'm glad you said that.

The teacher is a respectable and important person to me. [M] Yeah, that's right.

"When you look at it, there's something like a core in the fluffy.Is that what your "teacher" taught you? "

"Yeah, I think so, mostly."

And more. I'm kind of glad.

"On the other hand, I feel like you're fluffy as well as that teacher's influence....."

Ah, there too?... okay.Yeah, it's the teacher's fault.

Then, a little bit later, I talked to the teacher.Talking about the time we met and everything else seems to be getting serious, so for now, it's just someone who can laugh at us.

"... so since then, the teacher has barely worn a white shirt and started eating curry udon after saying 'Namaste' to calm the curry's anger."

So this is what we were talking about...

"... you know, your 'teacher' is... weird."

Lyla told me that.

... yeah.

"Yeah, it's amazing."

You got it. Yes, it is.The teacher is a strange person.

"You're weird, too."

Yeah, and I'm a weird guy.Thank you for your continued support.

... yeah. I'm glad you keep laughing.