"How far did I tell you?"
"Until I went to an impromptu meeting in a circle and became famous"
"Yes, I was."
Eat green curry and resume the conversation. I still have about half of my earthen senior curry I got my hands on before me, and I won't have to rush it if I'm even careful to cool it down.
I'm also a little thankful because I can't eat early on my first decent meal in three days.
"It's an event where we meet instantly and exchange work and money locally."
"Apparently."
"But some people can't get here for many reasons, and some people can't buy it because they're here but they're sold out"
"Hmm."
"For those people, there are people who resell their work with a frima app or something. It's called a reseller."
"Reseller"
"Yes."
Sounds like there's some way to call it, but that's what they called it around me.
"Is that what it is?
"I've tripled or fivefold the price, and I've gained advantages."
"Akana"
To tell the truth, a lot of people don't understand me here. Some people said it was okay because the buying side was convinced, and I was a little relieved that Senior Tsuchiya didn't seem to be.
It's not just about money. Because we're talking about impurities between people who make things and people who like and buy them.
"Why? Resellers and capitalist dogs... have something to do with dry seniors"
"Yes, my juniors taught me too..."
That was around the time I was able to do more or less Semi's thesis of the year I refrained from graduating.
- Last December -
"Senior dry, why don't you say something!
"... what's wrong?
"Ah, Senior Murasaki! Just great!
Semi assignments for job placement. As my four-year college life drew to an end, two of them, arguably the last gateway, managed to make a paragraph.
Then shall I show my face to a sorority where my legs were about half a month away? That's what I thought, I just got in front of the door, and I was just surprised to hear a shout from inside.
"Ha, Teacher Pappu. You're out of time."
Pfft. That's the handle name I use at the impromptu. It's about this guy you call that inside you, and I don't know what your intentions are.
"Dry seniors seem to be doing well and above all. How about a hospital study?"
"It's going well. A master is something that will end if it is properly flushed."
Even professors won't want to increase the number of years left.
Dry seniors, who went to graduate school, laughed so as they rinsed their tea on the couch in the department room, saying they still had something to do in college. The juniors are staring at the condition with their mouths tied to a single letter.
Even I can tell by the bluntness in people's emotions.
The juniors are furiously angry at something.
"So, what's up? I heard you in the hallway."
"This guy was connected to that Uncle Skeb!!
"Uh, what?
What is that? Who's Uncle Skeb?
"Look, you don't know that for seniors who just came. I'll explain."
A three-year-old girl stepped forward while nagging a shitty freshman. This is Okawa, who is the current chairman.
Unlike the previous chairman - that is, me - who just made a stuffed animal and did nothing practical, he's also an enthusiastic kid for new cheers and promotions. The juniors lined up behind her, as well as the widened room around the corner, show how capable she is.
"Uncle Skeb is a reseller who came out recently."
"Wasn't Uncle Skeb the one who tried to force the writers of peer magazines to paint?
"He said the person who originally did it has now shifted to a reseller. That's the pattern your previous history has nicknamed. Like a dock in the sun."
Ogawa's hobby is to watch Showa's detective drama.
"So?"
"Recently, 'Purple Workshop' has also become more popular, so we were taking measures against resellers, right?
"Right."
"Senior Murasaki's work is particularly popular, so he was thoroughly identified and limited."
One Limit. Limited to one per person, that's an impromptu term.
Even resellers don't make a lot of money on their own, so measures have a certain effect. I've heard from Ogawa that if you make a further reseller blacklist and be careful not to sell it, you can contain a lot of damage.
If the seller works properly, though.
"... you asked Dry Senior for a seller these days"
"That's what I mean"
Any measure would easily be broken if there were insiders on the circle side.
If they free up some time and even put a hat back on and let me out. You won't notice the other members working behind you first.
To counter that, the work of the seller face-to-face with the visitor is very important.
"Look at this!
An earlier freshman showed me a screen of a smartphone.
Looks like a frima app. In the picture with the red band of "SOLD OUT," I did recognize it, too.
"To Duck and Leek Suke, Chamonan Bang..."
Both were my work distributed at the most recent event.
"They were on the market right after the event, and I was telling them why! So I gathered testimonies from all kinds of people, and I'm pretty sure Senior Gan sold many of them to the same person!
Receive money from resellers and lend a hand.
I see, I might have that kind of M.O.
"Dry Senior."
"Hey, Teacher Pappu?
"They say oh, is that true?
At the end of the day, this kind of story is whether the person admits it or not. Exhaust there.
To my inquiry, she insisted that nothing really happened.
"I tried so hard, I didn't notice."
- Now...
"... it's up to you to say 'inadvertently' than there's no evidence that there was a money exchange between the reseller."
"As it was, Murasaki graduated, and the circle was aerial decomposed,"
"Yes. I couldn't even take back the chamotaurs I kept with Dry Seniors. I think they sold it directly without going through the reseller because the circle collapsed and they stopped attending the event."
"I see."
Before this, Mr. Mio found me chamotauros and duck on the Flima app. I bought and confirmed everything that was sold, but it was definitely my work.
"The truth is, I wanted to keep circling with those kids even when I got a job."
"Right."
"I wanted to go on."
"It was fun."
"Yes."
It was fun, because it was my first comrades to be alone silently using needles.
That, too, has been completely long ago.
"... for one thing, listen to me?
"Go ahead."
Senior Tsuchiya opened his mouth first, placing a little while eating the green curry with a tiny bite.
"Whatever happened back then, you can win a case if you go to trial now."
"I don't know."
It's about that dry senior. I may be taking some action.
"Is that true, too? Don't cry about it. I'd rather go to Murasaki's lawyer right away."
"It's"
Exactly.
"Because of that, is there any reason to worry so much about Buh falling?
"Reason…"
"Yes, why"
For a reason.
Probably. Boring from a normal person's point of view, for reasons that don't even make it a reason to worry. What would Senior Tsuchiya think if I called him in this way at night until he got in on the consultation and said why?
Since when have I come to see people getting mad at me as' I don't want them to hate me 'more than' I'm afraid '?
"Say it?
"... don't you get angry?
"Ask and then decide"
"Yes, right"
"If you don't want to tell me, why don't you?"
Then. Better not say.
"I'll wait till I tell you."
"... doesn't that mean a choice"
"Waiting time is great. It even changes the success of the proposal in a matter of minutes."
Apparently, you can't miss it.
They won't miss it.
"Mr. Mio."
"Early Maiden?
"Mio chose a stuffed animal..."
Mio chose that I would be happy.
I was so glad you thought of my work that way. Besides, it was too painful to put dry seniors and resellers through their hands.
If I even woke him up at trial and imagined Mr. Mio finding out about that fact, my body stopped moving.
"I don't think Mio is someone who hates me for that"
"Do it."
"When you hear me, I think you'll say, 'That was tough.'"
"I don't know what to say."
"Even though I knew it with my head, I couldn't figure out what to do while I was thinking."
"... right"
"I thought it would fit round if I kept my mouth shut already, but I couldn't get it out of my head. I ran out of money to get my stuffed animal back, and I couldn't sleep well at night because of all my worries."
So, when I realized, I was in the hospital.
"Right."
"If you're a Tsuchiya senior, what would you do? Do you beat each other up or something when you're a man?
Or does it matter because normal people don't have this kind of problem?
Do you think it's crap?
"... remember, Murasaki"
To the question, the question returned. I can't read the intent and listen back.
"What?
"In June, when I got my Maiden's stuffed animal back."
"You can't forget that."
"At that time, thanks to Maiden, the company was saved and the president's neck was replaced, and we did it all the time. But she cared that we bothered her."
"Senior Matsumoto told me that."
"Me, thank you so much for the maiden now."
"... what do you mean?
"Nothing like this. It means you can settle all of it, thanks to the fact that Maiden Kamotauros found it."
I looked it up with me, too, and Mr. Tsuchiya told me that he had searched for it in the past few days.
"In the first place, do you think Senior Dry would have sold it at this time if he had chamotaurus?
"If you ask me..."
It's unnatural indeed.
Popularity gradually drops over time.
If you were going to sell it, you should have sold it as soon as the purple factory collapsed. It's half the time to tell them the circle's broken up and add value.
"That's him, I'll try to say the same thing again"
"Same thing?
"The one that's going to bite one into the reseller business, depending on the author who's going to be famous. They found the next prey for the purple workshop. The SNS Aka with the same icon as the capitalist dog said so."
"Next..."
Same thing again, the victim.
"So? The event is this weekend."
"Isn't it soon?... maybe he just sold chamotaurus."
"Inventory disposal before a new job."
"Inventory, disposal"
Inventory disposal.
My chamotaurs, dispose of the inventory.
"If you go to the event, you can meet Senior Dry. I don't think they're gonna let us get away with it."
"So, but I, to me..."
I don't know what to do.
Trying to say that, Senior Tsuchiya replied faster.
"I'm not going."
"Yes?"
"I stole the dry seniors from my juniors, let them even use the cost of living, and drove them until Bu fell. Do it."
"Well, to the entity,"
"I'm not being nice to Matsu. Don't let them kill you."
"Yeah...?
"Hang out, Murasaki. Your flag will be more luxurious."
I wonder what you're talking about this guy.
You were supposed to hear my troubles. I didn't mean for you to help me get revenge.
But.
"... you have no choice"
For some reason, I'm exalted.