The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

I heard that I could use this house until tomorrow evening, so I quickly put up watercolor paper. [M] I'll draw it later. Instead, take a few copies of the paper to draw a rough sketch and place it in front of the teacher's laptop.

Oh, you're so motivated.

Yes.

Ishino-kai is looking at me with a winking expression. [M]...... I think it would be good to be angry with me if I started painting before I could help organize the artifacts, but he just said, "Well, most of the work is over, and the position of the contracts is in the letter of protection, so it would be better for Togo to paint." Thankfully.

... what I'm going to draw is the continuation of the teacher's manuscript.

To love me and save the world I love and care about. And most of all, I'm going to get over this reality... no, I'm going to get over it? Yeah, well, that's why I'm going to paint the rest of the world.

The manuscript of the teacher was also found immediately. It was in the document folder. When I looked at the new version of the update date and time in order, I found a file named "still untitled" in the manuscript in progress at work. When I opened it... a kind of nostalgic world spreads out in front of me.

Red Gard territory with the legend of the dragon man.

A forest of spirits in the center of it.

The bird that lives there has a big body and attitude...

... that's where this story began.

It's very different, isn't it?

Interestingly, I read the story. [M]

Interestingly enough, the manuscript written by the teacher was led by a bird.

... yeah. Bird. That bird. It was a third-person story, centered around that fluffy giant beanie.

There was a human boy who got lost in the forest where the bird lived, and he painted and changed in the forest... Yeah. In other words, my observation diary by birds...? No, a third-person observation diary of me, a god who is generally moving with the birds...?

... well, that's right.

Basically, the perspective moves with the birds, so I don't know much about the details. It doesn't say everything about what I thought or what conversation I had. Of course, only a small part of my life is written as a story.

On the other hand, the part I didn't see... for example, the scene where the bird was satisfied by laying the spirit egg, the scene where the bird was caught in the mountains of Gorda and left behind by us with a lethargic expression, and the scene where the bird gave up trying to break into my house while I was gone to the country at night.... that bird, you've been doing a lot!

It's a third person, so I don't know what the birds are thinking. I don't even know myself that well. That's why I'm deeply reminded of what I thought and felt at that time.

The story goes on and on. I get addicted to reading it. [M]

There was an incident that I remember, and it was solved. Sometimes the bird scene was pinched, and then the forest gradually changed, and I learned and grew up...

... read those stories, read them... finally.

The Demon King of the Night came to the land of daylight, and there was a wedding between Marsen and Interlia, and... the story suddenly broke off.

"Chengdu, does the Kachikachi Arson King appear in the first place in the teacher's story......"

It's a book burning existence, and it wasn't originally in the story. Somehow, I came to that world and was trying to burn it down...

... oh. Could it be that that world lasted longer thanks to the Kakikashi Fire King? After all, this story is over before the Tickle King comes out. Still, that world didn't collapse... I wonder what that means because there was a bigger arson king and the conversation continued...?

When I think about it, I feel like he was a good guy after all. It might not be very good to think like that right away. I haven't forgotten that you burned me.

Then I'll think.

... I wonder what I should draw as a continuation of this.

While I was troubled, the sun had completely gone down. So I asked Mr. Ishino-kai to take me to the main street, and then I went home.

My parents told me to blame me for being late home, but I stayed a little empty upstairs, and my parents seemed a little scared that my condition was strange, so they clasped me badly and tried not to let me set up a seat for serious discussion... well, I took a bath, had dinner, and took another bath inadvertently, and I was in a hurry to go into the bedroom, saying that I had already taken a bath...

... I was moving a pencil in my bed.

I already had a lot of rough sketches. But somehow, it doesn't hold up.

When I continued drawing, I first thought, "Well, I guess I should just draw what actually happened." A series of events since the arson king of Kachikachi came out.

... but that means that the end of this story will be my return home. That's... no, as a story, it's probably the right one. But I kind of hated it.

If you want to create angular fiction, it's a very convenient story. I want to be saved by such a story.

... then, I don't know what the end will be.

I can't think of anything. The point is, I don't have much sense of spinning stories.

I slept through the night. Sleep, sleep... Sunday morning.

I'm going for a walk again. [M] Take a walk early in the morning. I'm sure my parents would have blamed me, but they can't handle me right now. That's why I went for a walk, intentionally or accidentally, leaving only notes for my sleeping parents.

Early in the morning, the streets are chicken-colored.

Almost directly beside it, the morning sun pours down like a piercing.

His long shadow stretched blue over the chicken-coloured asphalt, his exhaled breath turned into a fluffy white cloud, and his crutch made a rustling sound.

Go out onto the main street, walk towards the station, and turn along the way towards the library. After passing through the library, I went farther... to the teacher's house.

When the bell rings, a slightly stupid sound rings. And then I heard a rattling sound in the house... but when the door opened, there was Ishinokai.

"Hello, Togo-kun. Good morning."

Good morning.

Say hello, and my day begins.

...... after ringing the bell, I felt like the teacher would come out for a little while, but I didn't tell you.

Are you worried after all?

"Yes....."

Ishino-san gave me tea, and then said, "Do you want to eat? 'Eat one recommended roll of grapefruit bread and have breakfast.

"I don't seem to have the sense to think about stories."

I look at the pieces of tea leaves drifting in the tea and try to make sure.

... yes. I don't have the sense to think about stories. That's true.

"Moreover, I'm not very good at writing sentences... so I decided to draw a picture and continue." But writing and painting are completely different in nature. "

As we talk, I think.

What I'm good at is painting. I love painting, and, well, if I produce paintings, I think they're the only ones.

However, painting... there are many parts of the story that are a little difficult to tell.

First of all, you can't talk about things like a sentence. The character's chest is not clearly visible in the picture.

Next, you can't shape a rational story like a sentence. A painting, whether it tells a story or not, can only express a vague outline.

And most of all... you can't spell a story without a gap. If you want to do it, it's not a painting anymore, it's an animation.

So anyway, the picture and the text are different in nature. To put it simply, the compression efficiency of the information may be completely different. I think the text is compressing the scenery, the taste of food, the color of the sky, etc., and re-assembling it in the reader's head to make the scenery, taste and such.

In that respect, the painting has poor compression efficiency. I hardly need to read it. That's why I can't tell a lot of things in the painting, so if I want to tell a lot of things, I have to animate it or draw a number of pieces anyway... Well, that's not realistic.

"Besides, I feel that it is quite difficult to put together different kinds of information media into one story..."

And even more troubling, what the teacher wrote was a text, and what I drew was a picture.

Yes. If I'm going to finish this story, I'll have to suddenly swipe it from sentence to picture.... this is a big deal.

"I don't want to do anything stupid when I say it's done." If possible, both me and the teacher would be able to understand this story. So... I don't know how to suddenly turn the text into a picture... "

Drink tea and let out a sigh of steam.

"... painting isn't very convenient at a time like this, is it?"

I see. Well, the medium that I'm good at is even more vague than the picture.

Ishinomi-san also says this as he goes round the rolls of grape bread. By the way, Ishinokai-san...... was, uh, a music hobbyist. It seems that the profession has nothing to do with music.

Well, I mean, his favorite medium is music.... sure, it's vague. Yeah.

"However, there is information transfer in music that can only be done by music. The air trembles without words, and the heart trembles. Music is one of the most primitive ways of transmitting information. Sometimes it's more direct than words."

When I heard Mr. Ishino-kai's happy commentary, I thought it was enough. It is not necessarily necessary to focus solely on the compression rate of the information. I also know many parts of the picture that are better than the text. Pictures are more suitable for understanding the big picture than words, and words are inaccurate in conveying shades. Besides, I think it's one of the good things about the painting that you can tell even if you don't want to.

"Well, that's the corner. I think you should do whatever you want." It is better to do what you like or dislike than what is good or bad. I have no regrets about that. It's a theory, though.

... I hate it more than I like it better or worse. Sheng Jie. You know, you don't know.

Well, anyway, I'd like to come to an acceptable conclusion myself, I suppose. That's why I'm in trouble.

... as it is, I'm worried about what to do when I finish eating grapefruit bread and have a cup of tea...

"By the way, Togo, how about another piece of bread?" Come on, eat it. "

In the meantime, another roll of grape bread warmed with a toaster can be placed on top of my plate.

"Thank you, but are you sure?"

"Yeah. When I'm about my age, it's very difficult to consume 5 rolls of bread by myself." It's delicious, but it's grape bread. "

For breakfast today, and I feel a little sorry for eating the things that Ishinomi-san had bought, but I decided to thank him more than I had received.

... that's why I'm biting the surface of the baked bread into the fluff inside. The scent of fluffy butter and yeast spreads the sweetness of dried grapes and the flavor of wheat...

”No... I wonder, looking at you makes me want to give you food...”

Huh?

Suddenly Ishinokai-san told me that, and I was surprised. No, um, what, again?

"I don't know, I don't know... seeing you eating makes me want to eat more after all"

Ishinokai stared at me staring at the boundary between the ceiling and the wall with his arms folded as he roared.

"I wonder if I felt the same way..."

"Come on...."

Sure, I got a lot of food from my teacher. [M] I feel cheerful because I ate a lot of food.

"... I've been getting a lot of rice in the story, is that what it is?"

"Yeah. I feel that way. Somehow, when you look at it, you want to give it a snack, and when it looks a little cold, you feel like you want to wrap it around with a blanket..."

Well, how about that? I'd be in trouble if I got caught in a boulder. No, I like it, but it's a blanket.

Then I remembered a lot. [M] And there was no mention, and the Lord said unto him, I have received food.

Even in that world, I've been getting a lot of things all my life.

I received bread, fruits and juice as a meal, I was given a tasting of the fairy cafe, I enjoyed tea by putting it on something, and my daily meal was delicious.

Sometimes they even got food from non-human creatures. Squirrels share acorns from the woods, and horses bring fruit to eat.

When I think about it, I think it was fun and happy.

That world is really, really warm and gentle...

... then I'll think about it again and come to a conclusion.

After all, I want you to be happy in that world. That's why I want to finish what I'm going to draw with a happy ending without complaints.

But for me, happiness is hard to express. "Well, happiness for me is..."

There are people who like to paint, there are cute creatures, there is abundant nature, and it is full of beautiful things.

Faye made some interesting suggestions, Laocles was watching everyone with his arms folded, Crore was happily riding on Faye, Liane was pulled by Carnelia-chan and brought, Angel came to connect Lian's opposite hand, and the fairies followed, Lyra was laughing while preparing tea, Princess Raju was bringing Dafu, René was dying of Dafu, and Lugurus was probably dazzled by Faye.

Also, the bird was fluffy and feisty, and the demon king was buried there, saying pussy-pussy...

... That's right.

I wish I could have been with the Kachikachi Fire King.

I haven't forgotten that it was burned. I haven't forgotten. But... it could have been a small shape, so I wish we could have had fun together. At the very least, it's better to see each other again because it can be smaller than just saying goodbye over there.

... but I don't know. I don't think he was that kind of guy. They are hostile rather than friendly. I can't help burning us. [M] That's the way it is.

So... how do we talk about these creatures coming out?

I can't let you burn a book. If it is burned, the story will disappear. It's a world of stories, but if that world were burned...

"... yes."

All of a sudden, I can think of something.

If it is burned, it will be lost.

On the other hand, if it was burned, it would not be unnatural if it did not last.

... what I haven't heard from you is that the arson king came out and burned it.

How about a story like that?

That's right, that's right! In that case, I have no choice but to end the sentence suddenly. Because it was burned!

And as the culprit who burned it down, you can even draw a trick or trick arson king. Okay. Let's draw it. It would be sweet to think that it would disappear easily.

... All right. I've decided what I want to draw.

What I draw is a continuation of the teacher's story. [M]

After the teacher's story was burned by the arson king... the boy in production paints a picture. If the teacher wrote a work in production, it would be good for me to draw a work in production. Yes, my painting is a painting of "Turtle" in a story.

So... let's create the world again.

A world burned and lost. "Cucumber" is again drawn and produced.

Let's paint such a picture.

... so I rushed to do a few more drawings...

"Ahhhh... there's no board!" And there's no paper! "

I noticed. I didn't have the freedom to use the painting materials in this world! Oh, my God! I'm so blessed to see that world come out!

"Hahaha. Togo, you. 'Bam!' is a good idea. Of course," Kami "is not God, but paper."

Yes, that's right. Paper-sama, paper-sama, please help me...

"... there you go."

Aside from the paper, Ishinomi-san looked at me and laughed with his shoes... and offered me a thin and large package.

"'Merry Christmas, Togo. It's a gift.'" The present for you was in the closet of the guard's bedroom, and it was in the guard's letter. "

Oh, I don't want to read that part.... that's where you wrote the presents for me.

"You might want to wait until Christmas, but you'll want to use this right now." You're going to save the world, aren't you? Then it's better to be quick, right? "

... open the package gently.

Then there was a sketchbook of watercolor paper, which was unnecessary for the fountain.

... oh.

Sensei, Sensei... I think it was God! No, at least, Mr. Paper! Thank you, Mr. Paper!