The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

...... as soon as my thoughts got together, I started wanting to paint. But look at the clock and restrain yourself.

I will continue tomorrow. There is no one to put you to bed, so you have to put yourself to bed.

All right, good night.

The next day was a beautiful day in the sky. Without a cloud, it was pure blue. It looked like Lian and Angel's eyes.

I kind of miss being asexual. Even if I look at beautiful things, I'm going to miss you, which is really close to my mood. Well, it doesn't matter. You can dream and shake in the depths of grief, and when you get to the depths, you want to look up rather than down.

... there's still a lot to do, and I have something to aim for.

Yes. Not all of the objectives have disappeared. Fortunately, the teacher bequeathed it to me.

I wonder if the teacher left me a legacy after thinking about this. [M] So that I can point my eyes at the University of the Beauty, and by aiming for the University of the Beauty, even if I am sad, I cannot help but move forward.

A day at school was, well, as usual. Well, as usual after returning to this world, it's very different from me before I went to that world.

The school people were a little puzzled to see me become so aggressive and motivated to study. My classmates were surprised that "you were such a talking child" and that "you laugh like this over the sky"....... to the girl in the class, "I've become so cute! 'It's a bit unintelligible, though, to be delighted." It's cute, it's cute... "

... the test is next week. Until then, let's focus on our studies. I have to live in this world.... it's a bit difficult to dream while staring at reality. Lonely, sad and sad excitement should be reserved for your winter holiday.

While I'm immersed in studying, I can drive sad things out of my head. The feeling of moving forward a little bit may be just right to make the sadness fade.

Thanks to you, I made a lot of progress. I was able to put myself firmly into my studies for a week. Looking at me as I study, my mother and father said, "Huh? You want to study? 'I was looking at me with such a face, and it was a little interesting.

... so, on Saturday, two days before the test.

I'm going to see Mr. Ishino-kai.

We're leaving early tomorrow morning, right?

"Yeah. Well, if I can come back at the end of the year, I'd like to come back, but I have left my job, so... maybe I'll keep you till the summer."

For now, today is the last day to meet Ishinokai-san. Next time, when Ishinokai-san can take a long vacation.... I'm a little lonely. Somehow, I feel like I misled the loneliness of the teacher's absence because of Ishinokai's presence in this house.

"I'll leave the management of this house to you." Thank you very much, Togo-kun. "

“Yes, sometimes I wait while cleaning up.”

... but then I think I'll stay with this house.

This house has been with me for a long time. [M] I'm sure you'll mislead me about my loneliness.

... and for the next week, I lived my days devoted to testing.

Take the test, then return the test and plan your learning in a positive way by looking at it...

It seemed that my positive and proactive attitude towards learning like this was unusual for my parents, and when I took the initiative to declare that "I will spend my winter holidays like this", I did not particularly speak out. Normally, I would have said that it was about the points of the test, but this time it seems to be through "indifference".

... well, I'm more interested in the test points than we are, so I might have to swing to the indifferent side.

After the test, it's almost winter break. The streets shine with illumination, somehow decorated with shades of red, green and white... well, that's the season. The gorgeous floating cityscape makes me feel a little better. [M]

It was the end of the day. In half a day, the school went to school, and I saw people working in the art department... but I don't show my face in the art department, and I'm interrupting the teacher's house.

Sorry to bother you...

I'm afraid I'll let you go up to my house with a key and go to my room. I took out the painting material and spread it out...... I started to draw the "Gate".

It's a corner, so it's meant to be a bonus to the main part. For example, the back cover of a book. As the most convenient serpent's foot that follows the "meat, meat, meat."

When this happens, the boundary between reality and fantasy is mixed, and it's a bit exciting.

Draw a vertical kamaboko on the paper. Inside is a bright forest. Outside is a dimly lit room.

... it looks like there's a "gate" in my room at the teacher's house. Draw like that. The light leaking from the other side of the [gate] shone on the floor and wall of the room, and the rustle of the woods filled the room gently...

So, there's a teacher.

He's peeking at his face from behind the gate. And I'm sure he said, 'Hi!' But as if I were raising one hand, it was a full smile. I'm sure the teacher will look like that.

...... for the first time here, I drew a teacher. Yes, I've never painted a teacher before. I never painted a teacher when I was in that world.

I wish I had drawn more. While the teacher is there, more. More.

... when I start thinking about it, my sight will slowly seep in. So I hurriedly pushed my thoughts out of my head and moved my brush. Once I focused on the paint seepage, I didn't have to think about anything extra.

... and the picture of the "Gate" is complete.

A bright forest looking through a gate from a dimly lit interior. More and more brightly colored green trees in the sunlight. A red tree shines like a jewel in a bush. Soft grass. A yang-tinged dandelion...

And, Sensei.

I'm peeking over here, laughing like a normal teacher. I was able to paint the figure of the teacher who had burned into my memory without any reference materials and couldn't get away from it, in a convincing manner.

".... All right."

It was satisfactory. Alright, that's it! 'That's what I was able to conclude myself.

I feel like this would be the closure of the story. It's convenient to have such a little bonus with such a convenient and hopeful way, but I think it's good to be like that world.

... there's still some sadness in me.

But I feel like it's a bit perverted.

It's like being in a forest with sunlight. The sun is not as clear or as bright as direct sunlight, but it is as soft as if it had oozed out by the minute. It's like being warmed up like that by being lit up like that.

After staying with my feelings for a while, I suddenly heard a clattering sound behind my back.

"... that..."

When I looked at the sound, something fell on the floor of the room. It was... a book, or a binder.

"Ahh, this is from your manuscript..."

Apparently, it was the manuscript of the teacher who wrote it halfway. It's more like a binder than a book, and it's more like a page. The teacher probably printed out the manuscript data and saved it in this shape.

It's in my room, so I'm sure the teacher was going to finish it and give it to me as a gift in the near future. No, I don't think my teacher will let me read my novel. "I'm sure you're embarrassed. Then, Ishinokai-san, I guess..."

"... All right. Let's finish the corners."

Well, it's a corner. I was able to draw the corners and the back cover.

I snap open the binder clasp and close the picture I've painted so far. The world burned down, the world painted back, and everyone gathered together to end with a happy ending...

... and the back cover of the binder was supposed to sandwich the paper between the vinyl of the cover and the base paper, so I decided to sandwich the extra picture of the back cover there.

If you do that, you'll notice the spine and the cover.

The back cover is blank, and the front cover is framed with gold foil, but it's almost blank. I'm a little lonely. I wouldn't have done that without the back cover, but after all, I've expressed the world I want most on the back cover... Yeah, it's kind of lonely to have a back cover without a front cover or a back cover.

"... I think I'll draw it."

Fortunately, winter break starts tomorrow. I have plenty of time. Well, you can draw the cover by taking a breath in between studies. I painted the back cover.

I went home that day, and the next day.

I wanted to go to the doctor's house... but today I'm going to the hospital. It's the day when the cipse comes off.

When I arrived at the hospital, I went around to greet the nurses and said to the doctor, "Oh, Sky! How are you doing today? 'And then I said hello to the inpatients and the plants that I used to draw well... My mother was a little lazy to be around to say hello. I'm sorry.

Well, with that, the cipse came off safely... my leg, which had been covered with the cipse for a while, hasn't touched the outside air in a long time, and it's kind of weird. It's a freshly healed wax, so I have to take care of it for a while...

Then I went home, drew a little rough, and stayed up late until I could design this.

The cover of a book is difficult. When you actually make a cover, you probably have to pay attention to the readability of the title, whether it is conspicuous, and so on. Well, I don't think about it around here, I just think of it as a beautiful cover that fits the image perfectly...

When you have a satisfactory design, go to bed. In an environment where there is no one to put you to bed, you have to put yourself to bed... "

The next Sunday, when I woke up, my father and mother also woke up. So I can make three milk teas. Me and my father are sugar-free. [M] The mother is sweetened with a little sugar.

Then bake the toast. When I asked him, "Do you want to eat?", he said, "Eat," so it was for three people. Prepare the jam and honey with the crispy baked toast on a plate. Help yourself to whatever you like.

Then I brought milk tea, and it was a breakfast for all three of us. It's not uncommon.

... 'I'll go for a walk again today' 'Oh, yes, there was only a conversation like that', but, well, this is normal at home, so I don't miss it very much.

Rather, the mother who drank milk tea said, "Huh?" Like, kind of strange... but he looked a little happy, so I'm glad about that.

Then I went to the teacher's house. [M] As promised, I will keep this house clean. [M]

... I've heard that houses are quickly damaged when people stop living there. Wind stops, moisture grows, mold grows, human signs disappear, and small animals and insects come to vandalize.

So I have to get people in and out of this house properly. Come here every week, open all the windows, let the wind in, use a little gas to start a fire, or vacuum.

... I can only take care of the first floor. The second floor is a teacher's bedroom or a room like that, which is a little awkward. I'm kind of lonely. It makes me feel that way, so I'm just going to open the window and let the wind through.

Now, once you've taken care of the house briefly, I'll start painting.

It is a picture that serves as the cover of a book. In the frame of the golden foil, I draw more and more pictures of the forest.

... that story must be about the forest, after all. It's like a forest fountain with a horse playing and a bird in the back. Draw such an idyllic landscape.

I'm glad to hear that the watercolor painting touches suit me. The warm and soft world is just right for watercolor expression. Showcase transparent watercolors. Clear leaves, sparkling springs of water in the sun, colorful grass fruits... they are painted transparently, and after all, birds and horses. I've already painted them many times, so it's okay.

... I'll take a lunch break along the way. I brought something with ham and sliced cheese in my bread. Naturally, it's a completely different substitute from Lao Crespan, but, well, I've missed it a little bit, so... just the shape.

When I finished that kind of lunch, I went back to drawing again, about two hours.

All right.

The cover was satisfactory.

... no.

The "picture" on the cover was made.

"The problem starts here..."

Well, I'm bothered. Troubles, troubles.

After all, this isn't the end of the book's cover. I don't think most books are like that.

... yes. The cover I just drew doesn't have a title!

Is there a cover that doesn't have a title? No, it's probably ancient books. But it's not even on the back cover, is it?

"Title... Title..."

I go around the room blurry. For now, walk, talk. This is how the teacher came up with the idea. If I were in this house, this is the way I would come up with an idea.

"I wonder what the teacher was thinking about, the title..."

The first thing that bothers me is whether this story was really untitled.

If the teacher had decided on a title, I'd like it to be that title. Only the last bonus was drawn by me, but after all, this story is the work of the teacher. I think the teacher's claims should be respected.

... most of all, when I think about the title, I don't think it's going to be a very nice title. I think I have a naming sense that makes Princess Rage laughable, maybe.

So I opened my teacher's laptop, typed in a motivated password called "moti", and quickly looked inside the PC. I was wondering if there was anything left with the title proposed by the teacher.

... and I've been looking everywhere, but I can't find anything like it. "Note 1", "Note 01", "New note", "Somehow I made a note", "A note when I felt like it", there were some ridiculous numbers of text files, but none of them seemed like that.

At the end, I opened the folder named "Naughty Image" thinking that I was sorry, but... inside, I said, "You caught me, you idiot! 'It was just a picture of the teacher with a full smile in his hand.

... yeah. Well, I didn't want to see any naughty images, so that's fine. I don't mind.... I'm a little pissed off, this. You look like a fool to me!

Nothing!

After all, I couldn't find anything. The best harvest caught you, you idiot! 'I can't do it because it's a' naughty image '.... no, but this is the only photo of the teacher I have left, so it's important...

Well, anyway, the photo of the teacher was troublesome, troublesome. Well, I guess I'll just have to think about the title.

Hmm, can you think of a good title? "I'm not good at this kind of thing..."

I thought I'd take a break and make some tea. A home of others I know of on my own. If you're not good enough, you may be using this kitchen more often than your own kitchen. While thinking about it, I brewed tea like the teacher used to do, and took out the hot water that the teacher had decided was for Togo, and poured the tea into it...

While taking a breath, I kept looking at my laptop. Double-click everywhere without meaning to open a lot of things.

While doing so, I suddenly open the letter my teacher left me. [M]

Enter 'muda' and this unmotivated password to open and read. Since this is the last word your teacher has given me, I'm sure you'll read it again and again.

... yes. That's how I found out when I read the teacher's words.

"... yes, ahh"

The teacher's last words. The warm string you left me...

"Please, may there be a beautiful, fun and delicious' painted mochi 'in your life!"

There are beautiful fantasies in my life. In order to live this reality, I will eat fantasy, draw fantasy, and live.

Live by the mochi that you paint, and live for the mochi that you paint. If you don't, you can't live. And... even so, they wanted me to live.

Yesterday, tomorrow, today. All the time.

"Even today, the picturesque mochi is delicious"

... All right. It's settled.

The title of the teacher's unfinished manuscript. It's the title of the story I completed in that world title.

"The mochi painted today is also delicious".

May everyone in the world live happily by eating the painted mochi.

And most importantly... I'll do it.

May I live by thinking, "The mochi you painted today is delicious".

That's how the cover and the back cover came into being.

Place the freshly completed cover and the back cover under the binder cover to create a book-like look.

".... All right."

This time, it's finished. "The mochi painted on the painting is still delicious today." This time, it has properly fallen into my satisfactory form.

There's a perfect "Me Me Me Me Me Me Me" tip, where the teacher is laughing.

I was so greedy that I could paint the best world I could. The sense of accomplishment and happiness will satisfy me.

... I'm so happy.

Then, I finished the book... no, it was a binder, but I could say that it was simply bound. I left it in my room at the teacher's house and went home.

When I do, I close the front door lock and feel like I'm disconnecting myself from my dreams.

... but still floating in a full sense of happiness, you're singing your song.

For the next week, I went to school again, and I reviewed the tests, and because of that, I went around to the subject teacher and asked questions to teach me what I didn't know, and I let the art department show my face and let all the regular members draw pictures as "members of expectation intruders"... well, I had a good time.

Then the end of the ceremony arrived and we broke into the winter holidays.

School ends in half a day. It's already winter holiday from this lunch.

Depending on the activity, I may go straight to camp, but I give priority to going to the teacher's house over going to the art department.

I feel like I'm connected to a dream when I turn the key to the teacher's house.... I don't know what this house is, my house of mind. The house of the body is my house, so the house of the heart is my teacher's house. That's not true.

After gently "returning home", I quickly opened the windows throughout the house and passed through the wind, and then took a little pigeon, dusted, and vacuumed...

... and after a bit of cleaning, I'll go to my room.

What painting shall I paint today? Now that I have something satisfactory about that world, I wonder if it's okay to call it "the end". I'm a little lonely, but I'm satisfied.

That's why I'm going to take another lesson today. I'm going into my room while I think about it...

"... nh?"

So I found something unfamiliar.

It's sandwiched on the desk, under the binder of "The mochi painted today is still delicious".

It's strange, there was nothing like this, I thought, but I turned away from the binder, put it to the side, and looked at what was there...

"..... ah"

I can't move. Not too much shock. And without much joy.

... the envelope there is a familiar one.

A letter from Leanne, Angel and Carnelia, who were put in a coffin with me.