The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

No one looked back. "I tried to keep it that way, but there was no one in the room..."

"Hey, Togo! Over here, over here!"

I thought... the picture on the back cover, the teacher's face in the gate, peeking.

"Hey, Togo! It's been a while!" How are you!? "

"... Sir?"

Your heart is roaring.

With astonishment, I thought a lot and got confused... but I never put my hand into the [Gate] painting.

...... Fufu, there's a loose feeling of resistance like putting your hand in the jelly, and then, puffing, your hand falls off to the [other side].

"... wow"

My hand touched the air in the forest.

Touching the nostalgic "part of me", I remember how important this was to me.

"Oh, Togo, what's wrong?" Are you shaking hands? "

Then, my hand, which came out next to the teacher's face, squeezed and squeezed.

Larger than Faye's hands, not as loud as Laocles's, but bony, big, warm, grown-up hands.

The feeling was so nostalgic, and suddenly all kinds of thoughts came up, and I stayed put for a while.

The teacher also held my hand. [M]

Are you really a teacher? Are you a teacher?

After I heard that, I thought this was a meaningless question. If this was a teacher, he would say, "That's right, Togo", and even if this was my hallucination, he would say, "Of course, Togo"...

If you think so.

"No, I don't know about that myself." After all, I was here when I realized it! "

The teacher laughed in pieces at what I hadn't anticipated much.

"That's why, when you say 'me', you might end up saying 'me'." Technically, though. "

"... itinerant"

Ishino-kai-san said it. As for my burns from the Tachikachi Fire King, "humans get burned by mere assumptions". So, well, in other words, there's no guarantee that the teacher in front of me is not my hallucination.

"...... Well, the details are fine." I'm here now. I was in the woods all of a sudden, so I was surprised... but is this because you drew me? "

Yeah.

"You've done the same thing to me!" It's funny inside! "

Well, I don't care about the details. I don't care if you're hallucinating. Even if this was a hallucination, I could still be saved. I think I got the strength to break it.

The teacher is laughing in front of me. [M] Look fun. Be bright. I was so happy that I felt like my chest was squeezed tightly, and I didn't think about it, trying to go to the other side of my body, not just my hands...

"...... Mugiu"

I got it.

... yes.

"Hey, hey, Togo. It's impossible for you to dive through a hole of this size in a boulder, even if you're small."

I calmed down once, took my body away from the "gate", and then observed the "gate" carefully, and understood.

... unfortunately.

The "Gate" I drew is the original size.

If you observe it carefully, no, I don't observe it very well, well... what do you know?

This gate is small. It's so small. The main thing is the size of the picture of the "gate" that fits on the back cover. It's the size of our hand, the size of an envelope, but that's it! It doesn't go from shoulder to shoulder!

"Hmm, I knew it! Togo!" Couldn't you draw a bigger gate? "

"It seems like it depends on the size of the paper..."

The teacher is a teacher. He pushes his face against the gate, but his face doesn't go through. For the time being, I pinched the teacher's nose.

Then the teacher let go, so I looked at the background behind the teacher... but the point is, there's a tree quite far away. The background is distant according to the size of the gate. Yeah. That kind of stuff.

"Hmm, that's amazing." If Togo was as uncertain as that mysterious black king, I felt like I was pulling it off like this. you're not an irregular shape..... "

Ah, yeah. I'm not the demon king...

... hn?

"Um, Sensei. Sensei, did you meet the Demon King?"

"Yeah? That's right. I wrote it." And we actually met. It's so cute, ma'am. "

"Yeah. Isn't it cute, ma'am?"

When the teacher thought that he had been cut off for a while, he came back with the demon king in his arms. Was the Demon King dissatisfied that he was held up? [Mom-mom-mom! 'I was protesting, but when my eyes met through the gate, I blinked and said,' Mom! Papa! ”He started waving his hands and tail at me.

At the end, I stepped out of the teacher's arms and rushed towards me, stuck in the gate...

"... I'm here."

The demon king came into my arms. Papa! With a cheerful snarl, the Demon King stares at me. I wonder if it's okay, this guy, he's gone through the [gate]!

Oh, it looks like the Demon King can get through after all.

Yeah. Um, if you stroke it a little bit more, I'll give it back to you.

The demon king sucks at me as his pussy crows, but I don't think it's a good idea to keep it that way, so I'll give it back to the teacher when the demon king is somewhat satisfied...

Then I stroked the Demon King and spoke. Everything I've ever talked about.

That I went into your world and ate the painted mochi.

I've been looking for paint and painting.

Having been captured by a bird or cured of a horse.

I met Faye, fought the poachers, and got out the Red Dragon...

... my story that starts there may only be a trace of the story I wrote. But the teacher always listened with pleasure.

That's how I finally talked about what the teacher didn't write... and what I've been talking about since I came back to this world.

I met Ishino-kai-san.

I was glad to read what the teacher said.

Being able to properly communicate my feelings to my parents.

Thanks to the teacher's legacy, I can realize my dream of going to the University of Fine Arts.

Little by little, more and more conversations are taking place at home.

How I've been feeling lately.

When I talked about such things, my teacher's face suddenly came out on the outside of the gate frame, and then came back a few moments later.

I saw that the doctor's eyes were a little moist, and that the sleeves of the doctor's clothes were shivering, but I decided not to care.

Because I was more or less similar.

Then I finished talking all the time, and the Demon King's face turned round and satisfied in my arms. So, first, I returned it to the Demon King. It's a bit of a gyuuuu stuffing, and from the demon king, "Mom-mom-mom! 'and received a voice of protest. I'm sorry, but you're the one who came through here. Patience, and do as you are told.

Supong, and the Demon King walked through the gate and into the teacher's arms. The Demon King had a slightly unchaste face, but when Sensei began to stroke the Demon King, he seemed to be in a bit of a mood again. Toro, I'm here.

"By the way, Togo, could you set your head a little bit below the gate?" No, I just need a minute. "

That's where the teacher started to say things like that, so I became quiet and dressed up with a binder. Maybe this is the state of my head under the gate.

... and then, if anything, my head was stroked.

If, if, the teacher's hands, which are loosely going back and forth between my head, are nostalgic, warm, and unbearable.

"I was listening to you, and I wanted to do this."... well done, Togo "

... oh.

I'm so happy.

I was stroking my hand for a while, biting the feeling that it was spreading deep inside my chest.

After being stroked all the time.

"... hey, Sensei. Of course, I'll talk to Ishinomi-san, but..."

I'll talk to my teacher. [M]

Can I have the wall of the teacher's house, please?

"... what about you?"

I see the teacher blinking his eyes, and I laugh at how interesting it is. [M]

"I want to paint." I want to create a gate so big that our whole body can pass through without any problems! "

The teacher's eyes are also squeezed... and the teacher laughs.

"Oh! Do as you please, Togo!"

And.

The next day. Christmas, the day called.

Good morning!

Oh, good morning.

"Good morning, Kirigoe. Merry Christmas."

Yeah! Thank you!

As soon as I woke up, my parents gave me a reference book. [M] Well, it's been the same for the past few years.

"Well, then, me too. Merry Christmas!"

And this year, I have a gift for my parents.

"... painting?"

"Yeah, I'm proud to have done a good job."

My present is a picture. Postcard-sized, winter forest watercolor. While the snow falls and the blue shadow falls, the part illuminated by the sun is slightly yellow. I think that the contrast between the blue shadow and the yellow light can be painted beautifully together with the white snow.

... no, after seeing the raw forest for a long time, I wanted to paint it and couldn't help it anymore, so I painted it. So I gave it as a gift.

"Don't throw it away this time." Give it to me when you no longer need it. Because it depends on the portfolio "

When I said that, my parents looked at the painting for a while... and...

It was on the side of the phone. There was a picture of me in my junior high school, and I gently picked it up and wiped it with a little dust... and I put my watercolor in it.

After more than seven years, the photo stand was finally updated, and it was very familiar with the landscape of the living room.

Come on, I'm going to the teacher's house. [M] Gachari, unlock the front door and feelings will be switched.

Let's do it, so I headed to my room... and I started drawing below.

First draw a rough line on the paper with a pencil. I'll finish it like this.

When it is over, I will draw a picture of the actual size on paper. Divide it into multiple pieces and draw more and more.

In the end, it was 12 pieces of F6 size watercolor paper. A slightly thin and narrow gate... no, a window? Yeah, but I made it into a gentle gate so as not to be too chaotic.

If you can do that, you can quickly paint the first picture in watercolor, and draw it up after noon. Leave the watercolor sketchbook by the sunny and airy window, and take a break until the paper dries. I go to the "cafe that is very delicious except for coffee" and ask for a snack.

So, today's lunch is crock monsieur and chai tea. A conversation flashed with the cafe master, and while talking to the teacher, he said, "Actually, the teacher saw the teacher walking in the rain while being struck by the rain on a rainy night. When I put it in the store and had a cocoa snack, I missed it. Since then, you've come here..."

When my stomach is full and my heart is full, I'll go back to my teacher's house... and I'll start painting the next picture.

... this sketchbook is a block type that doesn't need to be filled with water, so you can draw one at a time. However, if you draw twelve drawings in sequence, you'll end up with one big picture.

Since I don't have the confidence to draw without the madness of drawing underneath, I will draw one piece and dry it, strip it, and draw the next one while trying to arrange it.

After drawing and peeling the paper from the sketchbook, I don't want to fix it as much as possible. If you put watercolor paint on it, the paper will be distorted. Therefore, as much as possible, the book matching is a new painting.

The first picture was dry, so just in case, put a little more on the dryer, dry it completely, and then peel off the paper. Be careful not to inadvertently tear it, so as not to damage the paper underneath.

Then, after peeling the paper, you will draw a picture of the part adjacent to the first sheet while looking at it. Copy the picture below and start wearing the color.

... there's a feeling of what to do if you fail. I've been nervous.

But rather than anxiety and tension, the pleasure of painting seems to be stronger.

After all, I like to paint. I like to paint beautiful worlds. I like to dream through paintings. I love the world of sky painting.

As I checked inside myself, I moved my brush more and more.

Please, may you exert all the power you have.

May you paint as beautiful as you can hope.

I feel like the world is spreading with the spreading colors of the paint infiltrating my prayers, and I'm also completing the second one.

Having drawn the second picture, I decided to go home. [M] Illuminated streets in front of the station. That's right, I've already consumed the ukiki penetration. Ukiyaki, tokotoko, tokotoko.

It was a little treat that night because it was Christmas. Grilled chicken, stew. I'm glad.

When it warms up from the bottom of my heart with stew, it warms up again in the bath and warms up again in the bed...

And the next morning, I went to draw again.

The next day, I will go painting again. [M]

No matter how hard you try, you can't do more than three a day. Even if you let the room heat up or use a hairdryer, it takes time to dry it, and if you dry it too quickly, the boundaries of the paint will become noticeable...

So, while I wait for time to study and use my time meaningfully, I relax and draw.

The design of the gate is simple. There's a metal frame, and there's a view of the forest beyond, that's all.

Even the view made me most familiar with it. In other words, the view of the fountain from the front of my house.

I'm sure there's horses and birds... and everyone's coming together. I'm sure the teacher will too.

I'm excited about the pictures that are gradually finishing up. The gate that was twisting from below gradually stretched out... and...

December 29.

The painting is finished.

Connect the twelve pieces of paper together and stick them to the wall.

After the painting was finished in excitement, I gently stepped away from the wall and looked at the whole picture.

There was a landscape that I always saw.

A wind that seems to be blowing in the wind. The water splashes as the bird jumps and scatters. The horse is eating grass, the fruit trees are growing out of season, and the flowers are blooming...

... this is the landscape I've always wanted to see. It's a landscape I'll love for the rest of my life.

I kept staring at the painting on the wall so much that I didn't even notice the paper link. [M]

...... stared at the wall with the feeling that it was coming.

I'm worried about what to do if this doesn't work.

"With a heart that hits a little faster, hold still and cut the time..."

And.

The painting begins to tremble as it flies. At the same time, I can feel joy rising from the bottom of my heart.

Sifting, twisting, and swaying, the painting shrinks as it twists and turns... and then...

Pong.

...... the wind is blowing.

My forehead is disturbed, the hem of my clothes is folded, and... I...

I was standing in front of the [Gate] under the breeze of the forest and the sunshine of the trees.

Fearlessly, he stepped into the [gate]. Then I look back, but that's the teacher's house, my room.

... if there's somewhere to go, we can go on an adventure!

Everyone! Scream!

I couldn't help but rush out. [M] And all the horses by the fountain turned toward them, and the birds that were babbling in the fountain turned over in amazement.

Togo!

"Huh!? Turtle!? Turtle!?"

There's a man who finds me and calls me, and there's a man who hears me and finds me and calls me again.

Welcome back!

I ran there. [M]

Feeling a love that fills your chest, you can run through the world of pictorial space.

... oh, the mochi you painted today is still delicious!