The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

I did it. I did it. I finally got the blue paint.

I was fed nuts with terrible flavors, I was sick because of them, and I was allowed to keep my eggs warm and everything, but if it's over, fine. I could paint birds, I could even paint bird chicks.

And most importantly, blue!

of giant eggs of giant birds, blue egg shells! I got a shard of this and could use it to make blue paint!

By and large, the red, yellow and blue will have been aligned. I've also got green, purple, and orange, so I'll be able to paint more or less.

Well... use this, what shall we draw?

I came back to the tent. [M] Long time no see. Whatever you say, because I've spent two nights in a bird's nest.... I don't know what you're doing, I...

Well, no. Refresh your mind, the first thing you make is a 'color sample'.

Colour some paper, with paint. Each, with a color taken from what, will also record how it was made.

This is like a backup, so to speak, for when you've lost a tube of paint. As long as we have shards of color, we can use them to make new tubes of paint. If you also note how you made that color, you might be able to make it again.

I will continue to take color samples and color backups on a regular basis.... I wouldn't get a blue egg shell that way.

Well. I got blue, so I can draw all sorts of things.

First, draw fruit trees. Why, because it's a hassle to draw food once and for all. Because I want to paint different things, I wanted to be able to supply food without having to rely on the materialization of the painting. Especially about the fruit.

So many fruit trees were to grow near the fountain.

Because the temperature wasn't so low, I thought it might be about the early summer climate, but I didn't really know the season, so I drew some pears, grapes, peaches, really aptly, especially without thinking about it.

Then he grew up in good shape and was able to eat with fruit. On condition, I also grew tomatoes, cucumbers and potatoes. It grew. And then, I simply like edamame. This also grew.

... Now the meal for the moment will be fine. And then sometimes, I think I just need to cook and eat meat.

When the fields are ready, I'll try the house next.

... but since I don't want to pass out like the last spring, I decided to do it one by one.

First, build a foundation. Made of wood, high floor style...... well, made something like a wood deck.

I got pretty tired of just this, but for now, I didn't pass out.

The next day, columns and beams. The point is the frame. I'm a little tired of this too, but I didn't pass out.

... and the next day I built a wall, and the next day I built a roof.

I finally made furniture on day 5... so I could build a house.

"... comfortable"

That night, I finally fell asleep in bed.

The fluffy feel of the bed was fresh around, as I had slept on the ground, or in a bird's nest, until now. I miss it, I mean.

... Speaking of which, it's been half a month since I've been in this world.

Meanwhile, what I was doing... I've been painting for almost the whole time, hey...

Well... I can't help but wonder that the painting materializes. Instead, I can also say that I survive this way because I was able to paint. If I hadn't painted... I would have starved to death already. Yeah. So I can't help it.

... I have to paint to live, but this situation is also very happy for me right now.

Whatever you say, paint all you want. It's difficult to align paint colors, but you can get anything you can draw. You can use expensive materials all you want!

Then you can use your time all you want. I can paint all the time because I don't have a school. Besides, I can still paint all the time because I don't have the eyes of my parents.

... Are parents worried about me not coming back? I bet you are. Those are the people. My parents.

But even if I find a way back to the original world right now, it feels like I'm going right back to the original world... hmm, where I'm lost.

Because if I stay here, I can paint.

Being able to paint is more important to me than anything else, so in that sense, this world is much more comfortable than the original world. I want to stay here forever.

... The only thing left to worry about the original world is that I'm sure it's worrying my parents and other people.

Because I've been throwing out schools and stuff, that.

Then... it's about the teacher.

The teacher... is a hard man to explain. He's an adult, but very different from the other adults. Besides my teacher, I've never seen anyone like her.

For me, a teacher is a teacher, but at the same time, maybe a friend.

I think that I am the only one who understands, and that I am also, well maybe… somewhat of an understander. Though I'm not very sure.

Unfortunately, I'm a high school student and my teacher is an adult, so there was a clear difference in power (financial power or something) there, and I'm sure I'm looking after my teacher, and I'm definitely causing trouble... maybe my teacher enjoys looking after and annoying me like that there. Thankfully.

Well, anyway, that's who the teacher is. So, I'm a teacher. [M]

Even if I could have painted all I wanted in this world, there was a teacher in the original world... so I think I need to find a way home.

Well, Doctor, even if I've been in different worlds for about a year and disappeared, he'll be interested in it. So I guess we don't have to be in such a hurry.

As for my parents...... yeah, well, sorry.

The day after I first slept in bed. I slept too well until noon. [M]... Beds are comfortable to sleep in. Surprisingly tired. Wow.

Well. Today, the most sleepy day I've come to this world, I'm going to draw another fountain.

Because I wanted to separate domestic water from drinking water.

Then the fountain of domestic water was turned into a bathing place for birds.

... That giant bird seems to like me. I totally missed you because you found out I wasn't your enemy, or the in-laws who made you hug eggs.

I'm scared for being nostalgic with that giant body, but the bird came to me with a honking sound like 'Kyokukuku', no matter.

And this bird decided to use the fountain I put out as a water bath.

"Morning."

He was here today. A giant bird was in the fountain doing a bummer.

I started washing next to it as I saw it.... It's better to draw clothes, but it's faster to wash them than to draw them. So I decided to do about a wash to allow me time to paint.

As the bird washes beside the bath, nature and I get a lot wet, too. That's on the understanding.

So I take off my clothes and wash the guy I was wearing, and I take a bath myself. Somehow, I don't feel good when the bird has soap on it, so I take a bath in the creek where the water flows from the fountain. The birds are upstream and bathed in our faces.... I also feel somewhat unconvinced.

When it's beautiful with the birds, let's get dressed in the clothes we had prepared and quickly draw another one, the fountain.

The next spring you draw draws closer to home than the original one. The original fountain wants to make another fountain to make my drinking water and water for watercolor painting, as I will give it to the birds.

This one doesn't want to be used by birds, so make it a little artificial, and small.

Put up a marble pillar to avoid birds, and on top of that, bird shelter and rain shelter roofs after all. In it, make a well-maintained fountain with stone. Rather than a fountain, it turned into an altar and a fountain, like a kanji. Well, okay.

This time, I marbled the stone I use because I also want to try sculpting one day, so I practice serving marble at that time.... so far, it could be a marble-style stone, or something like that. It doesn't seem suitable for sculpture. The skin condition is coarse.... well no. Practice more and get better.

Then this time, there was one discovery.

It's the discovery of "Tired Way to Realize Pictures".

This time, I made a fountain again and found out.

Apparently, I'm tired of trying to get the Big Thing out. So was the house, but I'm still tired when I try to get something bigger out than myself.

... and more tiring than that is' water '.

This time too, I was most tired when I drew water into the fountain and materialized where the water sprang up. I made something much smaller compared to the first fountain I made, but still pretty tired. Honestly, I'm more tired than home. The house is a lot bigger than many times.

… the mystery of this phenomenon was immediately understood.

Because I used to serve both "barley tea" and "water" to the first person.

I'm in the cup. It wasn't such a tiresome job to get that out. If I was bad, it might have been easier than paint.

Thinking about it, after all, it was small in quantity, but... most importantly, I don't think it was because it wasn't creating a 'water gushing mechanism itself'.

This might be natural if you think about it carefully. Because 'Fountain' is' how water keeps being produced semi-permanently '. It wouldn't be the same as serving a glass of water. Naturally, more than barley tea, more than a house... a fountain is a hell of a lot. It even affects the groundwater and stuff under the ground.

I wonder if this is quite a big deal when I think about it. I didn't think of anything in particular, I just wanted to materialize a large amount of water to make the fountain materialized, but is this good? No, it's too late.

... well no. If anything goes wrong, we'll think about it then. I can't help thinking about it right now. Yeah.

So I made another fountain, and now I can get water for the watercolor without the birds disturbing me, and I baked the meat that day, and I ate it with the fruit, and I slept.

... the morning after that.

"More."

It was the first fountain I made, and the birds were bathing in the water. This is good because it's already the usual.

But beside it, I don't know a bit about strangely dressed horses drinking water.

The odd horse was bright white furry, hyenas and tails golden. It was a beautiful horse like the one I painted... but with that back I bowed my back to drink water, I could see my wings moving flat.

The wings.

On the back of a horse.

... this, what?