The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

Sunday morning.

When I got up first thing in the morning, I decided to go for a walk, having breakfast of toast and milk tea again.

... Unlike yesterday, my father and mother were awake, so I said, "Do you want it? 'When I heard that, I brewed milk tea for three people. Like yesterday, my father was drinking milk tea with a strange look on his face, and my mother was a little disappointed that it was" sugar-free... ". Cheng Jing. Next time, I'll take 1 person's portion and make it into a micro sugar.

I move my crutches and walk through the streets in the morning. I went to the teacher's house so quickly that I didn't care about the cold.

So I rang the ping-pong bell, and Mr. Ishinohei greeted me, and I greeted him and went to my room again.

... Now.

It's the last time. Let's get ready.

The last page of the book reads, "I'm so sorry. 'It's a picture.

Everyone was gathered, laughing happily, peeking at the last page of the finished book.

The world is completely restored, and in the forest that makes you feel like spring, it's peaceful, calm, fun, bright... that's the kind of painting.

That's right. Let's sneak in the tiny arson king. I was sneaking around in the woods.

... and a bird is watching from behind. I think this is the best position for him.

Proceed with the drawings below. Since the paper area is limited, it is quite difficult to pack a number of people there.

Faye's right in the middle. I peered into the book and smiled.

Laocles is at the end. I think he's in a position to keep an eye on everyone.

I wonder if Crore is next to Faye. Rather than watching from behind, she seems to enjoy it on the front line.

Lian was pulled to the front by Carnelia-chan. Before Faye, in a bent state, Angel and all three of them were looking at the painting.

I was wondering if Carnelia could be seen. I think Mr. Marssen is there too.

I guess Lyla took a step back. René is grabbing the hem of Lila's clothes, and the two of them are lining up.

Princess Raju was quiet from behind. But just a little more aggressive, like getting out of the car.

Mr. Rugulos looked like he was stunned from a step away. That's not true.

...... After that, add the demon king to the gap, fly the phoenix and the phoenix in the sky, fly the dragon, try to wrap the pipe fox around the collar of Mr. Crore, try to dress Mr. Talc in René, try to draw a small picture of Mr. Luster surrounded by birds and children in the distance, and try to draw the Fay family who drink tea at the same table as the king who eats Dafuku......

...... It was such a painting with so many people packed in, so it was really hard anyway. It was past noon just by drawing below. Well, I was expecting it.

Then, for lunch, I eat mochi.... the one that the teacher threw into the freezer. I defrosted it and ate it with Ishino-kai-san. I'm having a conversation like, "Why didn't you like the rice cake?" "I don't really like the taste, but the texture is so strong that I don't really like being swallowed."

Once your stomach is swollen with the mochi, you can finally wear it.

Overall, it takes a lot of light. In other words, if you take more of the area left in the white, you will be careful not to inadvertently apply the color to the area where there is less area to apply. Hmm, I can't relax.

However, wearing satin was still a pleasant task. On top of the line drawing drawn with a pencil, it gradually coloured and said, "Oh, I'm creating the world now! I mean, you can actually feel it.

When you move the brush, the screen gradually colors, and the light and calm of the forest is drawn. It feels like something that was sunk and buried inside me is being dug up.

... at the same time, there was anxiety.

I'm worried that I might be doing this well. Even if you want to match the answers, the answers don't exist anywhere. That's why I'm so anxious right now... and at the same time, I feel like I have some kind of anxiety that I don't really understand.

I feel like there's not enough paintings for everyone to be gathered together.

I feel even more greedy... "

... but I put aside my anxiety and finished the painting. When it is finished, it is already in the evening. I only spent a lot of time, and it turned out to be one of the most painstaking things I've ever drawn.

A satisfactory one. It's just the right one to complete that world. That's for sure. If I were to draw, it would definitely be like this. [M] "This is the last page of the book, the end of the world..."

... but I don't know why I feel like I'm missing something.

Why do you feel like you still want to be greedy, like you want to be properly saved?

It was evening and the painting was finished, so I decided to go home. [M]

So, finally, say hello to Ishinomi-san.

Thank you for your help.

"No. This is it.... I'm so glad you still have hope, even though the Guardian is dead." Rather, I'm a little sorry that I didn't impose that hope on you..... "

"No, that's ridiculous! Maybe I feel the same way too..."

... somehow, I think Ishinokai-san can feel like he can help me by helping me. Sometimes he looks at his teacher through me. Of course, that's not unpleasant to me, but if I can support Ishinokai-san's heart by doing this, I think it would be a pleasure.

Besides, I'm the same. As I move forward, I'm trying to recover what I lost my teacher. I'm trying to move forward to fill the hole. That's why I'm sure you're in a similar mood to Ishinokai-san.

"Well, even after I return to overseas, I want you to use this house on your own." I want you to settle in. "

"Thank you. I even got the key..."

What, I would've done that if I'd protected you.

I hold the key I received from Mr. Ishinokai in my coat pocket.

... I got the key to this house. I have a strong feeling that it is okay, but I am grateful for it. I wish I could repay you someday so that I could get rid of all my feelings of apologies.

"Um, can I come back tomorrow? After school, I was worried about the painting."

"Go ahead. Please come." I'll be here all week. "

... yes.

Whether I repay you or not... this week is full.

I wonder if I can bother you for the rest of this week.

When I got home, I ate a slightly unpleasant and warm rice, soaked in the bath slowly, and slept well... the next morning.

I'll go to school and start preparing for next week's test. [M]

... my stomach usually hurts, but this time I'm going to the test positively. The teacher was right. 'That's not what the test scores mean.' If there's a mistake, I can take a closer look at it during the winter holidays, so I can feel that way... I've changed a bit after all.

The teachers at the school cared for me when I was in the hospital because I was involved in an incident, and they brought me prints of the classes, and they were happy to tell me what I didn't know during the lunch break, and they did everything in their power. Thank you, thank you.

After that, I'll take it home to study... well, after school today, I'll start at the teacher's house.

I want to worry about this phenomenon, which is not satisfactory for the painting that should have been completed.

Say hello to Ishinomi-san and let him go up to the house. And then... line up the paintings towards my room.

Confirm the pictures bundled together like a book, one by one.

It's a painting until the burnt-out world comes back again. So, in the end, we'll all be together... "

Perfect. Perfect world. Warm, gentle, serene and peaceful.... I was able to paint the perfect world.

Yeah. That's why. I'm not happy with this painting anymore because I'm sure this world is perfect.

"... I miss you so much"

While touching the surface of the painting, I suddenly thought:

No matter how perfect the painting is, I'm not there. [M]

Creating fantasy is definitely saving my heart. By drawing, I feel like I can live positively now. [M] That's true.

But... I don't want to think it's all about fantasy. But... when I look at the painting of the glorious world, I'm dazzled and somehow asexual.

I want you to be happy. I want you to be happy in that world that your teacher created and nurtured my heart. Even though the feeling is real, somehow, the cold cavity inside my chest is eating away at me.

"Sensei..."

I want you to praise me first. I want you to admit it first.... I'm not here.

I'm not anywhere anymore.

... that's why I miss you more than anything.

"... I see. I didn't want you to die after all."

After all, I wanted my teacher to stay.

I wanted you not to die.

... I'm sure this is my best hope.

No matter how warm the world of fantasy is, I can't bury my sadness without a teacher.

Yes, I've noticed.