That wasn't what we could call a very novel at first.
A line of too naive letters that just lined up my aspirations.
Nevertheless, there was no problem.
Because it wasn't meant to show anyone. Because I was just writing it down to my satisfaction. As for the content, I wanted to call it a girl comic-style story with a spindle in love - but expressing it that way would be disrespectful to the cartoonist teacher. It was done to that extent.
At one point, the pitch and brush stopped.
It's getting harder.
To superimpose a female protagonist who can go anywhere at will with a run away, and a physically challenged self.
It's empty.
I can only write about delusions that cannot be realized, that I am now. It's too far away from the identities you're working on.
"I like it. Moonflower Drawing Stories"
My hands stopped completely, and I still can't get rid of anything... when did they read The Novel, which I was embarrassed and hiding?
Even though I knew it was a compliment, I was happy with such a brother's words.
... For the record, it is arguably unfortunate luck that it was a paedophile thing that was read. If you had been found more willing (say what) to portray forbidden love with your brother-in-law, there must have been no other way but to die of anger.
As a result, the atmosphere of the work changed from gallery.
From just self-satisfaction to conscious content of just one male reader: my brother.
For men - so the protagonist became a boy, and the style also shifted to battle and growth themes. Boy comic book style...... although it still must have been a rude quality to the comic book teacher.
From the point of view of himself, who had hardly ever left the house, it was difficult to put a boy his age in the lead. Throw it out on the way, and start writing new again. Repeat.
Still, somehow, there were pieces that I could row down to completion.
What a terrible first piece. The untwisted story of a boy summoned to another world crusading a dragon. I wonder if I could have done something about it a little more.
Repeat the trial and error so that you can make a few changes.
Though I have been able to steer the story steadily to completion, I have tended to unconsciously reflect my half life, or it was a dark story.
The protagonist who entered the epilogue in a large circle died abruptly, or thought the world had been saved or was actually only temporarily overtaken. From here on out, I leave it to the reader's imagination - there were few ways to end it.
My brother and I came up with opinions with each other and put our strength on the foundations of settings and such...... eventually one, my own big long story was completed.
The name of the work was called "Grim Crows".
The season is winter.
At this time of year, when the mountains of Raindeer withhold nearby, snow falls, as it does every year, and the majestic ridges, starting with the Rhinecadal Mountains in the northeast, also begin to be edged white.
But behind the mountains of a certain region. Unnaturally, no snow was seen on that hill, which stretched ahead through the native forest, which should also be called the secret border.
It's as if the seasons are so different there, or - "Someone" wanted that to be the case, and the world as it were embodied.
…………
There were far more heterogeneous points than that, if I were to mention the landscape at all.
A small sphere that emits light, floating instead of snow.
The size is about a cm. That number, preferably, would exceed a thousand.
From the ground of a soil giveaway, from between dull dead grasses, from leaf-scattered trees, or from a void with nothing.
Rising and grumping, it's as if the light spirits are enjoying the chase.
(You're just getting more numbers. No more......)
Seeing what could be described as a beautiful and fantastic sight, the youth, however, exhaled a melancholy sigh.
Immediately after, the noise of the doorway clattering from across.
"Uh-oh."
A girl coming out of an old cabin raises her roots as she rubs her eyes. Some of the dancing light spheres fly around her like connected little animals.
"Good day, Moonflower"
"Uh-huh..."
When I call my name along with the words of labor, I get a somewhat wild reply from a woman.
Featuring a thin white piece, long dark hair cut all over her chest, her sister's moonflower comes, therefore, to the front of a fountain where the youngster - her brother - is sitting.
"I knew you didn't get it?
"Yeah......"
Retrospective, about a month and a half ago now.
The two were struck by an unexpected incident.
In other words, it is the leap to modern Japan of Arichi Shield and Bellette Fizz Gertillude.
Give me a hundred steps, that's good. All of a sudden I was somewhat surprised, but the story was just that Evloggia, which was swirling beneath that castle, acted. All you have to do is bring him back. In fact, I did.
But the problem is...
"... Lotus Castle Colorful Flowers,"
One girl was' caught up 'when traveling from modern Japan to Grimcrows.
"Isn't she cute?"
It is my sister who divulges swallowing feelings.
"It's a little like my name, too. with moonflowers and colorful flowers. Do flowering kids look cute or something?... Nah, I tried to say it."
"Hmm? Oh, yeah? Right."
"Haha. Brother, minus 10,000 points"
Why are you smiling and angry? At all times, the maiden heart is a young man who finds it difficult to understand.
"But... there can't be any unforeseen things happening to your brother's 'leap'"
Yes. Failure is impossible. An act to 'return' the drift protection and the Belgrette. Naturally, I had no intention of inviting Lotus Castle Colorful Flowers into this world. Nonetheless, she has transferred to the present.
It is technically impossible to make the mistake that I got involved because I was in the same park, etc. There can't be.
"... then I can only assume that 'something', which I didn't envisage either, worked -"
Moonflower was looking into it to find out what it was, but it didn't seem to yield any results.
"Well, I'll keep going in parallel with the rest of the research..."
"... oh. Don't push it."
Even though I had no choice because of its ability, it was a little itchy to leave it to my sister as a brother at this time.
"... is this year over?"
How many times have I given up counting? I didn't even feel like thinking back.
Switch your mind as you watch the gray sky and the flying light.
"It's about time... when the" girlfriends "met, was it"
"Hmm.... he should move too. I don't know the details because I don't see the details..."
The future is uncertain, just confirming that the time for price is approaching again. to fulfill her former wishes. Discipline.
(Even my father wouldn't have predicted it)
How long have they been beyond our imagination...
(... really, it's like a deadbeat bad movie. But there's nothing wrong with that. As long as the Tsujitsu fit together, so...)
My heart, etc. has rubbed off a long time ago.
I may no longer be transforming myself into a concept that merely maintains this world. Sometimes I thought that.
but that doesn't matter.
Then continue to carry it out, like a broken machine.
(I believe you'll survive your next trial, Shield.)
At first, with God in mind.
My beloved sister...... keep keeping that wish. Because that's the only existential significance of me right now.