The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a dream! After all, I was burned because of the arsonist!

"Wow, then maybe..."

Could it be that you're trying to concentrate on your back... yeah.

"... it looks like I don't have any feathers"

I was half expecting and half afraid, but I didn't have any wings. In reality, I couldn't bring my wings to the boulders. "Half reassured, half disappointed..."

"And if there's anything I brought back from that world... yes!"

Then, thinking about it, I hurriedly open the appropriate reference book. [M] Looking at the blank paper that was sandwiched in there, I felt like clapping to myself in the past while also taking out the pencil and eraser from the pencil box...

I'll draw it!

I started to draw all at once.

The painting is a landscape painting. The streets shine with chick colors. When I came back to this world, I wanted to draw the first thing that I thought was beautiful.

... the pencil moved so smoothly that I was surprised. How to draw a line, how to move a pencil, how to deepen the shadows. Everything like that can be done without hesitation.

It's like magic.

"... the painting power is rising!"

The paintings thus completed work satisfactorily on their own. As long as I have time, my experience in other worlds, including pencil drawing, certainly remains in me!

The experience of painting and drawing and painting and painting is in me. I am used to drawing, so I can draw horses and forests without seeing anything now.

... after all, that world wasn't just a dream.

Yes, it exists!

When I was happy, I drew many pictures afterwards. [M] I painted it. I painted it.

The hospital room, the blankets wrapped around the bed, the study tools piled up, and the breakfast that was eventually carried!

I want to draw, I want to draw. I want to draw a lot. I want to draw a lot anyway!

... so I painted it, and the nurse who came to bring me breakfast praised me, "Oh, I'm not good at it." I'm glad, I'm glad.

Draw and draw, and when the doctor comes to the examination, "Please be a model! 'I asked them to make a crockery model for five minutes. I'm sorry for taking so long. Thank you very much.

Even with a five-minute crockery, the shape of the person was properly taken, and the details were painted... and the atmosphere of the person was roughly painted. After all, life in another world wasn't for nothing!

After that, I drew again and again, and when I ran out of paper, I asked the nurse, "Can you get me some paper? It's fine even if it's on the back cover." Then I got a bundle of copying paper that was old and sunburned... and drew it again. Drawn. Drawn. Oh, it's fun!

... that is to say.

My hospital room was full of paintings in just one day. [M] And the pencil in my pencil box has become very short. "Well, I guess I didn't draw that much..."

"... I want a pencil"

While hatching with a ballpoint pen and drawing a sketch of a tree outside the window, I wonder, now, how do I get a pencil?

... I suddenly thought of painting a pencil. But naturally, it did not materialize. Well, there's no such magic in this world.

I don't know what to do. If this continues, the ballpoint pen will run out of ink by tomorrow, so what should I use as a painting material...? Um, hospital food, miso soup or something...

After eating dinner, I remembered, wrapped up the English word book and checked the English words, and turned off the lights immediately. When I drew a lot, I was tired and fell asleep immediately. Sleep soundly without dreaming.

So I woke up, drew again from the morning, and the meal was carried inside, so while staring at the meal, "How can I draw this miso soup with ink?" I finished eating while thinking about the very barren thing, and then drew again...

... and then in the evening.

Kung Gong

Ah, Mom.

My mother came to the hospital room. Uh, for the first time in over a day.

"... what is this?"

"I drew it."

Mother looked at the sketches of pencils and ballpoint pens stacked on top of her bed desk, as if she had seen something she shouldn't have seen.

"... why? Hey, Kirigoe." How are you studying? "

"I've checked the English words."

Is that all?

"That's all."

Answer honestly. Then the mother gave a slightly deliberate sigh with a bewildered look on her face.

"Hey, Kirigoe. What are you thinking?" You don't have a good day to stop studying. "

"I'm sorry, but I wanted to rest. Because I've been around for over seven years."

I've been studying every day since I was an elementary school student, so even if I skip vacations in a different world... I think there might be a day when I'm off from studying for about a day.

... but I also know that the part my mother cares about isn't the part where I take a break from studying.

"Even so... don't waste your time on such a wasteful thing." There was something you could do, like read more books, right? ”

My mother is afraid that I will paint. [M] I wonder if I'm a creature that doesn't understand painting. [M] Or maybe my painting and falling for the exam are remembered as a set. I seem to have convinced myself that the reason why I failed the junior high school entrance exam was because I was painting a picture.

... but I still want to paint. I'm a creature she doesn't understand, and I want to live like that.

"I'll get rid of this."

I grabbed my mother's hand, grabbing a bundle of paintings, and grabbing them in a rattling motion.

“Don't. Don't throw away anything I care about anymore.”

Then, I looked my mother in the eye and told her that.

My mother looked shocked. So in the meantime, I had my painting recovered from her hand. The bundle of paintings I recovered is in the blanket of my bed. I won't let you throw it away anymore.

"... hey, Mom"

Once I have secured the painting, I will speak to you again.

"I want to paint."

"... what are you going to do about the painting?" Will it help? "

Looking at the ironic mom, I think.

I'm not too scared, I mean... I don't know. Are you used to this?

Think about it for a moment and think, "Oh, maybe it's because the world has spread." My world is not just my home. Maybe I realized that my parents never made a decision about me.

"Hmm, when they say it's helpful, it's very helpful. I'm a creature that can't live without drawing, so drawing helps me live.”

"... what about you?"

"I want to paint." I want you to admit to painting. I don't mean to say that I just want to paint, but... can't I? "

I'll calm down and try to tell them that. Then the mother sat down with such a confused face, like 'this shouldn't be'. So I bring the stool that was on the other side of the bed, and I put it next to my mother.

My mother squatted for a while without sitting on the stool, but she stared at me as she stood up.

"I can't live to paint." Don't be ridiculous. You study better than that and get into a good university. Otherwise, I won't be able to live a decent life. Don't you get it? "

“I know it's hard to draw and get money.”

For her, living means eating rice. "Living", as I say, probably means something different. She doesn't need food for her heart, and she thinks that what she doesn't need shouldn't be necessary for others...

"But it's harder for me to paint than it is for me to eat rice."

Unlike a mother who can live with only the nourishment of her body, I die without the nourishment of my heart. I'd like to draw a picture of you skipping some meals.

"... what is it? Really, suddenly, what happened?"

Then the mother, saying that, drops her gaze on the floor. I'm holding my head. It seems to be in trouble. Well, I guess so. From her point of view, it seems that I was suddenly involved in an incident and suddenly changed into a leopard.

"That's what I've been thinking." I didn't come up with it all of a sudden. I just couldn't say it all the time. "

That's why I didn't change my leopard now. I wanted to tell you that I could only show a little courage right now, so I said so...

"Hey Kirigoe. I knew you were tired." There's been an incident like that, and it's gone crazy. "

With a twisted, dry, hard smile, my mother laid her hand on my shoulder. I feel that my eyes are not aligned even though they should be.

"... I wonder if it's strange to be able to say what I thought."

"You don't think so!"

... At last, the hysterical screams and the mother stands up. Looking down at me from above and breathing, it's not very much, but it's not like you're listening to me.

"...... I'm going to the bathroom for a bit"

I thought it would be better to set aside some time at a time like this, so I managed to pull myself out of bed. I can't move my left leg, which is firmly fixed with cast iron, but I can move slowly with the crutches I put at the bedside.

"... I'll tell your father too."

When I tried to go to the bathroom, my mother's voice reached me low.

"Yeah. Fine. So, if you can, I'd like to talk to you, too." Somewhere, please, time. "

When I turned around and told her that, my mother glared at me.

"If you're still joking, your mom and dad will be angry."

Yeah, so you can hit me like you always do.

Confront her threats and complaints. I want to talk to you.

"Still, I don't think I can change my mind... so, I don't think I'm the creature you guys want to be." So, I'm sorry. "

My mother looked at me with the eyes of an unknown mutant.

... so it was kind of refreshing.