Society fears that young people don’t want to be literary godfathers

"Hello, try your best for the next exam."

".......of course."

"Haha, seeing your serious expression, I suddenly felt relieved when I was still a little nervous."

Joking softly, Risa Sakuraba looked at the two children in front of her who were about to leave:

"Sometimes when I see you, I always feel a little dazed - it seems like yesterday when I first met you, but in the blink of an eye you are about to take the school exam... although it is not the first time. I am leading the graduating class, but seeing a special child like you embarking on a journey, I suddenly feel a little disappointed. Maybe this is the feeling when a child grows up and finally leaves his side."

"........it does not matter."

Looking at the teacher who showed kindness and care to him for the first time in high school, Mochizuki bowed solemnly:

"I have always been grateful to Teacher Sakuraba for taking care of me. I will definitely live up to expectations and get into college."

"Me, me too!"

Although he was a little shy, Kurihara Saki also seemed to have the courage to say so.

"...Okay, okay, I feel relieved after hearing your words."

Smiling, Sakuraba Risa gently touched the little heads of the two children in front of her:

"In your future life, you will encounter many challenges like this... If you really encounter something unprepared, remember to tell the teacher and the teacher will help - just like I told you before It’s the same when we chat together.”

"Ok!"

Mochizuki nodded solemnly and held Sakuraba Risa's hand tightly:

"I will work hard!"

"...Okay, we're almost entering the examination room. How about relaxing?"

Unconsciously feeling something touching, Risa Sakuraba turned her gaze away and took out a pack of newly bought original pocky from her bag:

"Would you like one? The stuff you just bought is so strong."

".......Thank you, teacher."

"Okay - I'll take one with you, too."

"no problem."

at this moment.

Risa Sakuraba and Risa Mochizuki symbolically touched the pocky, and then clicked it simultaneously.

"Haha, it's really fun - although I don't know if this ceremony will be the last one."

Her voice was trembling for some reason, and Risa Sakuraba turned her gaze away:

"You'd better do well in my exam, otherwise when I teach new students, I'll tell you all about you bribing me with snacks, which will shatter the collective dreams of your little fans -"

"of course!"

Snapping his fingers, Mochizuki said softly:

"After graduation, I will come to see you often - taking my new pocky with me."

The voice fell.

Passing by the teacher who first met him and finally said goodbye to him, the young man looked up at the sky and finally entered the destined examination room.

The snow is still falling, and the swirling momentum is like steaming furnace smoke. The cold flowers and plants are covered with jade flaws, as if the gods in the sky are drunk and smashing the white clouds randomly.

When youth comes to an end again, life should also start at this moment.

With the initial longing and hope, the young man started walking.

...

two months later.

The admission list of Waseda University was also announced.

After carefully browsing and searching, the boy finally saw his and Kurihara Saki's names among the dense text.

Several other friends have been admitted to the schools of their choice, and a certain junior high school girl has also been admitted to an art school in Tokyo as she wished, and will soon show off her talents on a new stage——

After passing the college entrance examination and the school entrance examination, the young man had completely bid farewell to his identity as a high school student and left the small room where he had lived for two years.

Looking at the kitchen where he used to make alchemy madly, at the table where he used to draw comics with Kasumi Takegami, and at the TV where he always used to play red and white songs, Mochizuki packed up his bags and was about to embark on a journey. .

Kurihara Saki has already taken the first step.Although she invited the boy to leave with her, Mochizuki waved her hand and said that she wanted to stay a little longer and take a good look at the town.

Understanding what was going on in the boy's mind, the girl didn't say much, but calmly left a message, "Remember to come early, I'll prepare the room for you." Then she followed her parents and left, heading towards Tokyo.

Mochizuki is such a nostalgic person.

The clothes I wore were faded and I couldn’t bear to throw them away. The shoes were peeled off but I still wore them. I couldn’t let go of them, so I naturally wanted to look at them again.

Ever since, he rode the blue Enchantress, which was about to be scrapped, and rode in this small town again.

The Sunset Cafe where I went to eat ice cream with Saki Kurihara, the musical instrument store of Uncle Yoshino where I filmed a promotional video with Hsu Yu-huai, and the Momoyama Bookstore where I skipped class and bought comics with Kasumi Takegami, they are still in the same place as my memory. .

The places of memory are still there, and the small town has not disappeared - it raised the young man and allowed him to meet shining people one after another; when the young man was about to leave, it had already grown old, became haggard, and turned yellow. The bricks and old streets only leave traces of the erosion of time, which makes people worry whether they will quietly disappear in a few decades.

But... I will definitely come back in the future.

Follow everyone.

The ride is over.

He parked the blue enchantress who had been with him for a long time in the small utility room, and covered his old friend with a dustproof cloth——

This time, the Blue Enchantress, like the original old mountain bike, stayed in the corner downstairs forever, dying in the time without teenagers.

I took a taxi and arrived at the farewell station.

The young man carried his luggage, remained silent for a long time, and finally got on the leaving train.

During that lonely ride, or out of some kind of sentiment or nostalgia, Mochizuki did nothing, just sat quietly, feeling the slight bumps under his body, and looked into the distance. The towns I visited and the familiar sky brought a smile to my lips unconsciously.

Let's go, let's go, say goodbye.

Gathering and separation are always impermanent, and life is always safe.

What kind of life will I live from now on?

Smile for a moment.

The young man seemed to be murmuring and said:

"It's time to go."

The train roared past, crushing the rainbow cloud shadows.

Remarks after the volume

Volume [-]: Toyama Chapter has been completed.

The big guys who keep books can be killed. I think that for now, the story of the first stage of Sloth Fish is complete enough and can be regarded as a perfect ending. I also tried my best to use my best writing skills, although maybe Looking back at the previous plot, there are still some shortcomings, but overall, I think this work should be a relatively good daily novel that is funny and healing for youth. At least I was happy to write it, and I hope everyone can enjoy reading it.

At the end of this volume, Ali and his friends came to Tokyo and started a new stage of life... Now that the stage has been expanded, the following text will be more standardized than the current one (after all, my title is The Godfather of Entertainment, if it were just like the high school chapter where we fight almost the whole time, I’m afraid it wouldn’t be right.) All in all, I will work hard to make it more interesting in the future, thank you for your support.

As for the length of the novel that some readers are curious about, the outline and plot I wrote are actually very complete. This work will be completed between 150 million words to 180 million words, so in the last [-] to [-] million words, whether it is to truly become the king Whether it is a superstar, the Tokyo Dome and Asian tour that have been foreshadowed for a long time, or even a return to China, these will all be arranged. I will try my best to end this book in the best possible way. Please join me. witness.

Finally, in fact, according to the usual practice, I may ask for a subscription, but because I recently finished the first volume, I suddenly felt something and wanted to talk to you about some of my ideas for writing this book.

Let’s not talk about abstraction for now... because there’s really nothing to talk about. I’m just going crazy on my own, so let’s look at some female characters.

The first thing I want to say is that I think the girl with the fullest personality in theory and the highest popularity in reality: Saki Kurihara who has always been in a wheelchair.

In the earliest stages of this novel, Kurihara Saki was shaped into an image similar to "jk's mother", which highlighted her maturity and stability. She did not deliberately use her sick and weak persona to show off her misfortune, so her disability was at the forefront. The person setting is like an eye-catching addition, and removing it has no effect at all.But as the plot gradually deepens, I have been highlighting her inferiority complex as a disabled person and childishness as a girl, showing that she is not actually so invincible and omnipotent, and highlighting her strong and fragile side - this is What I really wanted to write.Perhaps in the eyes of some readers, she is just a shenanigans-type mother character that can be seen everywhere, but in my eyes, she is just like Mochizuki, an awkward child who needs to be cared for.On the surface, she seems to have been taking care of Mochizuki Ri, but in fact, she has been relying on the boy she calls an elementary school boy. This kind of very reserved, mature and childish feeling is my favorite flavor, and it is also What I find most fascinating about this character.

In fact, some people in the comment area asked if it was a bit abstract for Saki Kurihara to be responsible for cooking for people. Some people thought it was outrageous for a normal person to be taken care of by a disabled person. In fact, such a feeling is also the focus of my writing, but in fact There is no bug, because if you look carefully, you will know that Kurihara's parents live next door. Kurihara lives alone in a small room because he has high self-esteem, so he has always been jokingly called his son by me. Mochizuki is not just there to eat, he is also responsible for carrying dishes, washing dishes and taking out the trash, and even has the value of companionship.

So here comes the question, why do I rarely write about Kurihara Saki being helpless, about her being unable to take care of herself, about her being paralyzed in bed and being taken care of?

Because I want to preserve her dignity as a disabled person.

She is a child with high self-esteem, and she is actually very stubborn and tough-talking, so I wanted to show her to be more capable and more prominent, so I deliberately hid some of the scenes where she is taken care of in daily life, even the little ones that Mochizuki helps. The details are all hidden in the gags - admittedly, it would be nice to have a sickly character who is paralyzed on the bed and moaning, but I don't like this. I like abstraction and warmth, and I don't like to deliberately sell things. Unfortunately, since Kurihara Saki is one of my daughters, I can't let her become such a tearful being.

I want to write about her dreams coming true, about her slowly letting go, and about her reaching the top despite her frail body, and use this as the main plot of the music line.As a prerequisite, Kurihara Saki must be an independent and strong individual, and the cooperation with Mochizuki Ri is a tacit understanding rather than a so-called pendant and vassal. Only in this way can an unusual image of a wheelchair girl be established, and Kurihara Saki can It is considered complete, breaking away from the image of a sickly and weak online heroine who always has the attributes of a vase.

As for the heroines in other lines, I actually have the same idea - I really don't like mindless posts about girls who fall in love with the male protagonist as soon as they see it. Instead, I prefer more sincere feelings and want to see independence. The thoughtful girls pursue their dreams with Ali, forming a bond intertwined with dreams that transcends ordinary levels, and move towards a new future together... Maybe this idea is not right for the idea of ​​​​a harem-oriented novel, but I I still want to try my best to write each heroine’s route with a feeling of pure love and heart-to-heart.Although it is difficult and probably thankless, I still want to try it and hope it can give everyone a good impression.

call.

The first volume is really finished...70 words may not be long, but short, it is probably too short.

Three months have passed, from April to July, and I feel that these three months may have been the happiest period of my book writing career.

I hope the happy and miraculous days can continue.

I also hope you can be happy in front of the screen.

I'm a sloth fish.

see you tomorrow.

★Tokyo★

1. Good evening Tokyo, the countdown to the end of "Chainsaw Man" is [-]

The dark night seemed to be heavily smeared on the sky with boundless thick ink, obscuring the muted shimmer of the stars.

There is no night in Tokyo. The exaggerated neon lights burn the whole city like daylight, and the whole city is noisy under the neon lights. The roaring and running cars connect the whole city into a complicated maze, completely hazy the night. .

And under the neon sky, a boy in a wheelchair stopped at the traffic light, staring blankly at the turbid sky in the distance, feeling the traffic passing by in front of his eyes, his expression as calm as a Sicilian godfather .

This mysterious young man has slightly curly short hair, and his facial features have a feminine beauty. His skin is transparent and seems to have no flaws. His pure black eyes are quite deep, but they also give people a faint sense of melancholy and brokenness. The light From the outside, he looks like the Count of Monte Cristo who failed in revenge and had his legs broken - he seems to have always been so melancholy, with his brows always slightly wrinkled. Just by pressing the stick, he has an inexplicable aura of a down-and-out artist, which makes him feel sad. People can't help but feel pity and lament the injustice of fate.

However, the boy's situation is not as tragic as it seems.

The slight frown on his face was not because he had some unspeakable tragic fate.

Just because he was waiting for the traffic light.

"Oh, it's finally light."

Seeing that the green light at the zebra crossing finally turned on, the young man frowned slightly and his brows immediately relaxed - he just saw him controlling the electric wheelchair, driving the wheelchair onto the sidewalk like a normal person, receiving some surprised looks from quite a few passers-by. among them, gradually disappearing at the end of the road.

The boy's name is Mochizuki Ri. He just celebrated his birthday. He is an ordinary boy who has just arrived in Tokyo from Toyama Prefecture. He is currently a freshman in Waseda and is currently riding the latest electric wheelchair.

It's been a while since I came to Tokyo, and Mochizuki has gradually gotten used to the living habits here.

This city is quite prosperous and full of all kinds of weird people and elite talents from all walks of life.Although his temperament no longer has the simple feeling of Toyama County, but in this big city, the young man still feels that his horizons are slowly broadening, and the world around him has expanded exponentially many times. Dizzying——

If he were to come to Tokyo alone, Mochizuki might feel a sense of sadness at leaving home.

But...after all, all of my friends had tacitly chosen a university in Tokyo when they were going to college, so if anything, Mochizuki was not alone.

...Next, let’s work hard together in this city.

Of course, the inspirational words stop here.

Why Mochizuki drove out in an electric wheelchair when he had nothing to do... This may be traced back to three days ago, when the boy had a meal with a certain wheelchair girl - Kurihara Saki.

"Speaking of which, it's been a while since we came to Tokyo."

Instructing the boy to turn on the TV and plug in the switch, Kurihara's mother also started chatting:

"How are you, how are your living habits? If you have anything you can tell me, the landlord."

"How should I put it, you're quite used to it - after all, you are still the neighbor. Although the environment has changed, the friends around you have not changed, which is quite reassuring."

"That's good."

Nodding slightly and choosing the pink devil with his backhand, Kurihara Saki entered the battle and asked:

"What's bothering you? It feels like you've been curling your lips since just now."

"...After coming to Tokyo, I haven't found a suitable means of transportation."

Rubbing the controller while playing Super Smash Bros. with Kurihara's mother, Mochizuki, a self-proclaimed game master, couldn't help complaining about his situation:

“I originally wanted to get a new bicycle to ride around in Tokyo occasionally, but I felt that none of it could compare to the blue Enchantress I had left in my hometown... Maybe it’s just riding that makes me feel good. Come on, although in the early days I always thought it was tormenting to have tire punctures and malfunctions every day, but when I don’t have a car to drive, I will feel very uncomfortable.”

"...Do you need transportation that much?"

Controlling Kirby to knock away the Link wielded by Mochizuki, the silver-haired girl put down the controller and couldn't help but narrow her eyes: