The picturesque cake turned into a cake, so I ate it and drank the barley tea that came out with me.

The barley tea was in a black cup, and it was just too thick. The rest was regular barley tea. It's barley tea. Cakes and cakes, but barley tea and barley tea.

Maybe this barley tea is too thick because I remembered and painted the guy who comes out at the teacher's house. The barley tea that comes out of the teacher's house was mostly so intense because he was the guy who left the barley tea pack in and left it alone.

This barley tea is darker in color than Mentsuyu. It looks more and more black because it's in a black cup. It's black. And honestly, it's not delicious.

Yeah...... but well, anyway, it was usually rice cake, barley tea. It was food.

So, I ate it... I don't mean to think about it after eating it, but was this the guy who was okay to eat it?

The copy paper I was painting just now is in even worse shape as if nothing had happened. I mean... in the end, if you ignore science and common sense... 'what I painted materialized'. Or this is all my hallucinations, too. No, I don't want to believe you that way for a second.

"... replacement"

It's a corner, so I painted the cake again. Cake on a grey plate. Barley tea too thick in a black cup.

I can't help what came out, and I ate it again because it's a corner. Well, it tasted like cake and it tasted like barley tea.

"Replacement"

I wanted to verify a little more, so I drew again. And after all, cake and barley tea.

... What the hell is this?

I can't believe what I paint materializes, I only know it in fiction.

Because I can't explain it. I don't think there are enough ingredients for a cake painted with a pencil on paper to become a cake. The cake can't be made of paper and pencil core.

So I have no choice but to question the cake that just showed up. No, although I feel it's too late to have doubts after eating.

Well...... if you really had cake and barley tea with a copy paper and pencil core, you'd probably be fine. Neither paper nor pencil is like eating and dying. Instead, if they ate it deliciously, that's fine. You could have gone back to paper and pencil in your stomach. It was a pleasure.

Well, I was just thinking, when my stomach swelled with a cake, I was getting sleepy. Outgoing humans may be simple creatures. No, or me.

I'm sleepy, so let's think about it tomorrow. I don't want to think about anything anymore, and I'm too surprised and tired. Let the tree decide to sleep. I felt a little cold, but when it got round, I was going to sleep.

Good morning.

When I woke up, the sky was bright. And as always, it was the woods.

When I fell asleep and woke up, I didn't expect it, but it didn't work. I can't help it, so I get up.

I paid lightly for the dirt on my pants, and I... sat down again.

Today, to think about what we're going to do.

The picturesque cake turned into a cake. That was so shocking... well, today, I'm going to do something, all of it, to verify it.

'Cause I care too much. I don't care about clues back to the original world or anything right now. I don't even care about people. No more exploration today. I just want to find out about the mysterious phenomenon of picturesque cakes becoming cakes.

... Well, that's good, right? Even this way.

In the meantime, I think I could use a little energy with cake and barley tea... and I said I spent the day painting today, okay?

"Will there be any other rice cakes?"

Come on, it's a quick experiment. Let's paint something.

First. Mini tomatoes.

... because I'm going to get tired of eating just cakes. It doesn't make any deep sense.

But the mini tomatoes did not materialize.

I thought that, and I drew a cake, and the cake materialized. Why are cakes so good and mini tomatoes so bad?

Next. Pencil.

I drew what I had in my hand, especially because I couldn't think of anything to draw. Common, deep green painted wooden shaft with a graphite core.

... I couldn't do this either. Why not?

Next. Bicycles.

Because I looked tired when I kept walking.

But I gave up on the way. I couldn't draw because I didn't really remember the structure of my bike in the first place.

Next. Knife.

It seemed like it would help my exploration in the woods, and then I want to sharpen my pencil. Then I simply wanted to draw metal.

I have practiced how to draw metal gloss. Glass and metal are fun when they can be expressed only in pencil black and paper white.

The knife portrayed the guy he had rented at the teacher's house. I know because I've been using it for a long time. Of the black-smoked body, only the part of the blade is smoothly grinded up and metallic gloss. The pattern was made of soft black wood. The luster was beautiful, and when I first borrowed it, I was surprised to see if I could borrow something as beautiful as this.

... and then I came out.

Yeah. I'm out.

Just as the picturesque cake turned into a cake, so did the picturesque knife.

"... cake, wheat tea and knife...?

I wonder why. No tomatoes, no pencils, no bicycles... well, I gibbered. But the knife is okay.

... What kind of law is this?

The first thing I can think of is the ability to draw, right?

As for the cake and the barley tea...... Actually, I drew it a few times. Since I was only in middle school, just pencil and paper.... Since I was a sophomore in junior high school, the only material I could use was paper and pencil, and then for a year and a half, every day, every pencil dessert.

In it, I painted everything in the teacher's house... among them, cakes and barley tea came out more often, so I painted quite a bit.

... Unsurprisingly, cakes are difficult. Because it will be just a white chunk. So I feel like I've been doing this a long time how I can paint a cake like a cake.

For that matter, I can draw rice cakes and barley tea even if I come to a place I don't know about right now.

The knife could be the same. Among the pencil desserts in the art collection was a guy with a glass bottle and a metal tumbler. Because when I saw it, I wanted to draw metal, and the spoon, the faucet, the knife, they drew all kinds of metal.

... So maybe, simply, about the cake and the wheat tea, then the knife, what I just drew was good. Yeah. That's probably true.

I just feel like mini tomatoes can materialize when I go with that.

Mini tomatoes were also drawn fairly well. Every year, from summer to autumn, I painted about one mini tomato a day. Thanks to this, a whole bunch of 500 A4 copy papers disappeared during the summer. About a tenth of that disappeared all with tomatoes. I've added up all the summers I've had so far, maybe 100 tomatoes in total.

... So I guess it's okay to materialize mini tomatoes too. I think... the mini tomatoes didn't come out.

Then, a pencil. I'm not convinced of this either.

The pencil was also drawn fairly well. For some reason, I could write in my room if I had a pencil.

... When I painted in my room, pencils came out a lot because there were only a few things I could motif. I also studied screen composition, so I can't get my head up on the pencil.

So I figured maybe I could also materialize a pencil... but somehow, the pencil didn't even come out.

If I had done so, it would have been evening past lunch. Fast......

I thought it was time to eat again, so I served the cake again.

... I want to eat something else too, but that's patience. I don't know if I can serve anything other than rice cakes.

But I want a place to sleep, as the cake endures with the cake. A bed or a futon? At least one blanket.

So at least, something. Something about this' painted thing materializes' I'd like to find some legality...

It was then.

And, of course, something fell beside me.

It was nuts. Red guy. He's like a guy who fruits in cherry blossom trees in the summer, oh yeah. Then more, of bright yellow red.

... It's like, seeing that in a color like a mini tomato, I kind of felt like I hadn't seen the color in a while.

That should be it, too. Because I've been watching all the paper and pencils for half a day today. Because I've been watching only the black and white world...

... of black and white.

Really? What I've been painting is a black and white world.

I explored where the fallen nuts came from. I thought you fell out of a tree and looked up, but no. Unfortunately, not a single tree I slept with did bear fruit.

Then I guess next door, and I looked up at the tree next door, and that's different, too. … or if there is a tree with nuts growing here, do you notice yesterday's stage?

That means I wonder if the bird dropped it. So we only have one of these nuts... well no.

I crushed the nuts with the stones that were in there. [M]

The juice overflowing from the crushed nuts, as expected, is red.

I take the red juice with my fingers. [M]

And... on the mini tomato dessert I drew in the morning, I applied it.

"... I knew it"

And I saw that the picturesque mini tomatoes turned into real mini tomatoes.