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4 Stories: Paint Finder * 3

Then again, I even kept making paint. When I realize that I can paste the colored ones as they are, I want to paint a variety of things.

The color of the petals also became bright paint if the petals were applied as they were.

Leaves also come in different colors on the surface and back. I made both colors.

I found moss and painted it too. The skin of the nuts was also painted. The bark was also painted from one end.

Then, the butterfly carcass! This is what I discovered… The orange butterfly carcass about the size of my hands had fallen off, so I got the feather and got a shiny orange paint.

... I wonder if there's a luritateha or morpho butterfly falling somewhere. Even though I can make blue then.

I made that much paint that day. For some reason... very, very tired.

It was strange. I wonder if my eyes were tired or my shoulders stiffened because I've been painting, but not like that.

I've never felt laziness before, and strange things like not being able to help. Finally, I get dazzled, like when I have anaemia.

I think this is probably the array when I made the fountain and passed out.

I think I feel ill if I materialize the picture too much. [M] Even now, if I had made many paints a day, I would be ill... and if this went too far, I would faint like at the fountain, wouldn't I?

... means we have to do it somewhat systematically. If I did it unplanned, if I painted something big, I'd be sorry to pass out in it.

I guess we should stop with the bigger Ethel or the giant canvas...... One day, I'd like to try a mural or something... but, um, even if I do, I'm ready to faint, maybe.

I went wild again that day, the next morning.

I cook bacon and eggs in a frying pan, thinking. We have to systematically materialize the picture, so we have to think about it.

What do you want now?

First, blue paint. This is absolute. What I want to draw without blue does not hang satisfactorily. I don't like that. Above all, I hate it. So I want blue paint above all else.

... but before I do, I want a brush.

Now I use all the paint for my fingers. I want a brush because this is inconvenient for a boulder. I think I can make the brush if I draw it even in its current state, so I guess I'll paint the brush first.

Then, paper. I also want paper. I hope the materialized painting disappears from the top of the paper, but if you accidentally twist it, it keeps staying on the paper. If you repeat that, the copy paper will eventually be gone, so I'd like to make sure you have the paper too.

... If I painted paper on paper, would I be able to do paper? Well, no, let's try. Then, if you can, I want a drawing sheet. Copy paper is too incompatible with watercolor paint. Begin, come on, it's going to tear right away, it's hard to dry...

... then.

I have a much lower priority than paint, brushes and paint paper or something......

I want a house.

Hopefully, I want a house.

I want to calm down and paint in the house... and then, it's time for Nojuku to get spicy.

But, well, this is the last thing you need. Whatever, a tent or something. I guess I should just make it somewhere, just to avoid rain......

So I drew a brush first. of but...... out, struggled.

I don't know... the way the brush hair tips are drawn changes the shape and material of the brush.

This is troublesome. I didn't think you'd struggle with a brush.

However, there can be no deception about the brush, and it is unlikely that my current skill will be able to draw each thin hair on the tip of the brush by focusing on the material.... Because the brush is expensive, I couldn't buy it inside. For that matter, I haven't even been able to observe.

... Well, let's go after this. In the original world. Because I've been doing it for about three cheap brushes. It's definitely better than my fingers.

Paper next.

... I drew the kind of sketchbook because I thought it would be absolutely difficult to draw paper on paper. Crockery book for pencil desserts and the guy with the drawing paper in it. And the guy with the painting paper for the watercolor.

The guy for the watercolor is the one who wanted to buy it in the original world but refused to buy it because the funds didn't allow it. The paper itself is thick and high quality, and all sides of the paper are stiffened so that it does not have to be watertight to distort or distort. It's luxury.

... I could make paper without struggling like a brush. It's convenient to just draw the cover and make the contents. I find the struggle with the brush unreasonable. No, actually, even the paper may have something completely different in its contents than the real thing... well, I never originally used expensive paper, so no. Anyway, I don't know the difference.

Still, I got it. Sketchbook for coveted watercolors.

When the painting materializes, you can also use whatever picture material you've given up. This is... Wow, I'm glad. Exciting.

You don't have to sharpen your lunch to get the picture material. I don't care about the price, I can get it.

I'll have all the oil paint in it. Though I thought the paint was too expensive to ever do it, I might be able to try Japanese painting or something. You can also use all you want to use lacquer and gold powder and silver powder, so you can also sow paintings and such. Maybe even sculpt luxuriously with a superior chunk of marble.

There are many things I would like to try to make. There are many things I would like to try. And now I can do it!

... No, I'm so happy to think about it. My face burns.

But I feel like my temper boils down when I'm happy this way.

This feeling is the guy I hardly ever felt until I came to this weird world. He was just the guy I felt when I was a little girl all the time. That feeling is moving me now.

I don't feel bad. Everywhere, everywhere, as much as I like, the feeling that I can go as I please. The feeling of wanting to move on.

... maybe I've always had this feeling. But I guess I was just trying not to overflow this feeling.

So let's just let it overflow as much as we like now. It's kind of an unfamiliar feeling that feelings get leaked... but it's not an unpleasant feeling.

It was noon around here, so I painted the next picture as I twisted my bread.

The first item to be drawn using fine watercolor paper is… bags.

... I've put out three books without thinking about the sketchbook, so it doesn't fit in the paper bag anymore. I can't help it, so I draw a bag. A decent guy.

I wondered what kind of bag to wear, and the first thing I came up with was a large shoulder bag made of canvas.

I think it is dyed with persimmon. Anyway, the doctor said it was durable and long-lasting.... Yes. This is the bag the teacher used. I kind of liked Kanji, who was able to use it and sleep in, and I kind of admired him.

I draw on the watercolor paper that I admired, remembering the bag that I admired.

... Oh, after all, that's totally different from copy paper. The color of the paint comes out so beautifully. I can't. I can't break. It dries fast too!

I don't know... expensive things are expensive for a reason, I thought.

That's how I got my bag.

The bag as it is in my memory.

... I tried it on my shoulder and the string was too long for me. I keep my memory up to this point.

Somehow funny and laughing alone, adjusting the length of the string and re-bearing it....... yeah. Not bad.

I put pencils, copy paper, blankets and glowing flowers in there... three sketchbooks, a brush, then a knife, and a massive tube of paint.

In the big bag, they fit perfectly. This is all I have in this world.

... I'm kind of happy.

It's evening, so I'll be ready to sleep for now.

... just because I didn't materialize a ton of paint today, or I had more energy than yesterday.

So I guess I'll make about a place to raise the rainstorm. Corner dash.

… so what you draw, pillars.

Done. A short distance from the fountain, three pillars stood.

I got a little tired because it was a pillar over my height. Yeah, I figured I'd get tired of keeping the painting materialized.

But one more step. Next, I draw a big cloth.

... I started drawing columns in the evening, so by the time I started drawing cloth, it was already getting dark. But I stand with glowing flowers appropriately stabbed to the ground, and while I light it, I use the cover of the sketchbook as my desk, and I draw.

That way, by the time it was completely night, I had a big cloth. Thick felt. I imagined wool, but maybe this is a sculpting fiber. Was my imagination poor, or because of my ability to paint...

I'm a little tired of this too, but I guess it was better than the pillars.

I take the end of the cloth and throw it up against the pillar.... Within doing it a few times, the cloth caught on the pillar in good shape. After that, pull the cloth while properly finishing......

"Good night."

I went into the tent where I could, and I decided to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up.

Because it was kind of noisy out there.

... it was noisy, I woke up and froze.

No, because... noisy, that means there's something outside the tent, I guess.

And if there's something in these woods... uh, what? Animals? Beasts?

... All I heard was a roar like Kyokyo, Cu,. Then, a feather called bass.

Scared, I rolled around the edge of the tent and took a peek outside... there was an amazing sight.

My chest is orange from my head and my stomach is smooth gray. The wings are brown and the tail is orange. As for the shape, it's roughly tiny.

A comatose gummy, very similar to a bird called, which then breaks all the images of a comatose gummy...

... a strange bird that looks like it could be about 5m from the end to the end with its wings spread.