The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

Bruised, it was an evening that scratched out all the noise around me.

Like it was a lie that was bright until just now, the area is dim. Besides that, the water clouds my vision and I don't see it good around me.

Walking in it only one by one, you can see that the body that was originally cold gets colder.

The people with the umbrellas look at me suspiciously and go too far. I don't think they said anything, and even if they said something, I'm sure they didn't hear it in the rain.

Fluffy, I didn't know where I was walking myself.

But when I realized it, I had arrived in front of the teacher's house.

A week last summer when the library was temporarily closed because of construction or something. Only in the meantime was I interrupting the teacher's house.

From then on, I went to the library to meet him or chat with him at the coffee shop... but this was the first time I had come to the teacher's house like this.

I came without any contact, but the teacher's house was lit.

... Suddenly when I watched that, I felt out of place and remembered that I shouldn't be disturbed by this place... I can't reach the call bell.

The rain hasn't changed earlier and has been falling much harder. I stood still at the teacher's house, dripping rainwater.

... That was the time.

"Whoa!? What!? Who!? Is that Togo!?

The front door opened and a teacher with an umbrella came out from inside, and he was greatly surprised to see me.

"... Oh, not a ghost, huh? All right then."

Then the teacher gave in and chopped a few times around my calf to make sure I had legs.

... If I had seen such a teacher, the tension earlier would have disappeared.

"At all, if you're here, nothing like this, you should have stopped trying to surprise me, Togo! I don't like horror, do I? Come on, come on, come on, look, I'm in. I'm in!

I thought I was out of place, I was pulling in at some point. Whatever, I was pulling myself in, too, when I came without fluttering and umbrellas in the rain.

"Um, Doctor, weren't you about to go out?

"Oh, that's enough. I was just about to take a walk and spill in the rain to change my mood. But I don't have to, and I feel like I'm yippat because of you. You're coming at a really good time."

I was walking straight into the front door, listening to the teacher laugh at the pieces.

Then I took a warm shower, and when it warmed up, I borrowed my teacher's T-shirt and wore it... my pants weren't on the boulder, so I wrapped up a bath towel downstairs and left the stripper.

"Okay. It's a critical line that I won't be a criminal, but okay. It's shallower than letting your junior high school opponent wear a jersey that hasn't been laundered with no bread!

"I'm sorry."

"Apologize to your pants, not me. I wouldn't have thought it would get wet in the rain, even in the pants."

The teacher said that, so for now, I bowed my head a little against my clothes that were spinning around in the dryer. Yeah. Sorry.

"Well, these rainy days only slow down in the room, Togo. You should take your time.... No, I was about to go for a walk, and I didn't have a piece of persuasion."

They let me through to my usual room, where I sit on the couch. There was a cup of barley tea at room temperature on the low table in front of me.

The cold body was already warming up, so the room temperature was just about right. I'd appreciate a cup of wheat tea.

"... well. So, Togo. Anything wrong?

And the teacher sat across from me, and I knew he'd ask me that while I was drinking barley tea.

"I thought you were here because you wanted to talk about something. What do you say?"

"... yeah"

My teacher asked me, and I remember.

Before it came out in the rain.

... I remember, again, I felt like it was raining.

"I've been dumped"

Gyu, and the feeling of throat squeezing. In such a way that my tongue could be, I nevertheless put it into words to tell my teacher.

"Paint, crayons, colored pencils and… of art, textbooks and sketchbooks. When I left, it was gone. He already took it out in the garbage."

When the teacher sat back beside me in silence, he put a cup of wheat tea there and put his hand on my head, not looking at me.

"Your... your parents, you throw things away right away. It was like that three years ago... no, I don't want to say that now. Just..."

... the teacher is lost in choosing words. Much better at using words than I do. [M]

I know that's how much trouble I'm in. So I speak before the teacher. [M]

"It's sad and regrettable that it's gone. You can throw away all that waste, and I regret what you said."

Rarely, words came out quickly. It was hard to speak, but still, what I wanted to say was clear.

"I never thought I'd be in vain. It was important, I needed it..."

When I come to the doctor's house, I feel like I'm just a little better at talking.

I think maybe you'll get better at being followed by a teacher, and most importantly, because the teacher listens to me properly. So, it's no use talking, and for that matter, I think I can talk.

"... if for nothing, I didn't want to throw it away"

"... well. Right. There's no such thing as" such a waste, "there can't be. Maybe it was no big deal for your parents, but it wasn't like that for you... and losing the treasure is sad and regrettable. Yeah, you're right."

That's what the teacher said, then he gave me a dark look like he remembered something, then... with a sigh, he spat out the words.

"... me, Togo. I think there's a waste you can throw away and a waste you can't throw away."

"For example... I tried to go for a walk in the rain. I don't have any particular business. That's no use. It's no use."

"Yeah."

And then I got here, maybe, for nothing. At least let my parents tell me it's no use. [M]

"But maybe I have something to gain from walking in the rain. It's like the quiet city where the sound of rain scratched out all the noise, the rain lit by the street lights, the feeling of the sleeves of a shirt sticking out of an umbrella getting wet and sticking out, that's what it is."

Imagine.

...... yeah. I know. I know.

A city that sounds silent because of the sound of rain. Street lights whose shapes of light are exposed by rain. The shirt is wet and tingly cold, but it also warms up at my temperature. I get it.

"You know what I mean?

"Yeah. I like it."

"Right. I like it, too. But it's no use. It's no use.... but this is what I need!

That's what the teacher says and laughs, approaching the window. When I was followed to the window with him... the teacher opened the curtain.

Hate, I didn't see much out there getting dark, but I can see the rain hitting the windowsill sometimes.

Clear glass, clear rain falls.... watching that somehow, the grip that was in my throat until just now disappears.

"... tasty?

"Huh?"

When she asked back without knowing what she was being asked, the teacher laughed with pleasure.

"Our bodies die if we don't eat. But just like that, I think our minds are eating and living..."

And the teacher said, lurking his voice like he was telling the secrets of this world.

"To my mind, food in the mind is commonly known as' futile '."

"You look hungry. Togo. Apparently, your heart is eating inside, huh?

"... yeah"

I reply, feeling distracted or a little confused, like I floated in the universe.

"I guess. Me, too. Depending on the person, the good fuel consumption of our minds is different... perhaps our minds are not fuel efficient"

"Yeah."

"So I guess we need a lot of wasted stuff. Especially since your mind is growing up, you're going to eat a lot more waste than I do and grow better."

... Somehow, I touch it around my chest. It's not like there's a heart there, but somehow.

Then, in my hand, my heart beats.

Dokuri, and. The tremor was kind of fresh, and I... maybe I fed it to my heart.

"Ready? Togo, don't forget. There's a waste you can lose and a waste you shouldn't lose. You don't have to be useful to people, you don't have to be a seed for rice, or someone else tells you it's useless... to look at the sky and think it's beautiful, you shouldn't lose it. Because that's what our hearts feed on!

... I wonder if scales from the eyes are in this mood.

That's right. It's what I need. And the sound of rain. And the color of the flowers. Wind temperatures too. And the glare of the sun.

Or try writing letters on cloudy windowsills. You can also try crushing the pungent packaging with your fingers. Stepping on a frozen puddle on a cold day. He said it was about reading 'useless' books.

... it's all the food in my heart.

So it's not something you can throw away.

You don't have to think it's right that you've been dumped.

For me, that was important, the food of my heart.

"That's why we need this in our lives. I don't care what anyone says. So..."

So the teacher looked at me... and put his hand over my head again.

"Well, you are. Neither my grief for what has been lost, nor my grief for incomprehension, can I do this... well, I can offer you something sweet at times like this"

With that said, the teacher headed towards the fridge.

"I feel like ice cream is good at times like this... but now you're hanging up. Bad timing."

That's what the teacher said, closing the freezer, and now opening the fridge.

"So you're jelly. Sure, I had something for you..."

The teacher does a mess with the fridge, then closes the fridge with his neck tilted.

"... oh, this way"

Then the teacher did the cupboard and took out the box. And two cups of jelly out of it, serve. I guess it came with a small spoon of plastic too.

"Okay. Togo. Micah or peach, which is... ah"

... and there, he noticed.

The teacher stared at the jelly...... then said.

"Togo. Let's leave Micah and Peaches at this time.... Do you like room temperature jelly?

...... yeah.

"I don't think eating room temperature jelly is what we need in our lives."

Then we ate room temperature jelly.

The raw Micah-flavoured jelly, though raw, was delicious.

I've had it at home. It tasted better than any jelly.

"... Jelly is beautiful, isn't it"

"Hmm. My heart that thinks jelly is beautiful is also what we need in our lives. Maybe."

That's what the teacher says, watering the spoonful of jelly onto the light.

"Right. Plumpy, clear, and really adorable. Cute enough to want to eat. So I eat."

"A little hunting"

"Well, it's good when you're feeling a little sadistic."

I also imitate and eat jelly stuffed with a spoon. Yeah. A little sadistic.

"... right, Togo. If you can't eat at home, you should eat here."

Then the teacher, who finished eating jelly earlier than I did, suddenly said so.

"You can come whenever you want. I never mind visiting like today. [M] Then the room you used last year to study. You can use it if you want, because it's still there."

... It was a really abrupt story.

I'm surprised, I can't say anything.

"Happy or unhappy, there's a lot of waste here that's going to be your 'rice', and I'm not going to throw it away. Whatever, it's like I keep producing waste myself... and I can make it a place where you produce waste"

"... can I draw it?

I felt like I didn't quite understand what the teacher was saying, and, yes, I did. It's a sudden way of asking myself, and I thought I'd have more to say, but the first word that came out was this.

... Then the teacher laughs niggly.

"You don't have to do harm to people, and then you have to find out who's gonna find out and get angry with them. You don't have to do anything. The truth of the world."

"... well, what. The snacks won't know, but our minds have to eat to die. I guess it's more cruel to tell you not to eat. As far as I'm concerned, you're going to starve to death."

While cleaning up the jelly cup I finished eating, the teacher said yes, like an excuse.

"... at last, you are. It feeds my heart."

"... well"

I'm glad to hear that.

I'm glad, I said it.

"Um, Doctor. Can I come this Saturday?

Then the teacher... looked as happy as I did and said.

"Fine. Let's make friends with each other who have a big eating heart."

Chapter III: Heart of the Great Eater

Carnelia and Interlia's painting is complete.

"Wow, wow......! The sun is all over us! It's a painting of the sun!

"Yeah."

Somehow, I felt like it was the Yang of the Forest that suited the two of us, and I painted two paintings laughing under the Yang of the Forest.

"Well... that's a big deal"

The painting seems to have been popular with both Carnelia and Interlia, pumping. Yeah. Glad.

"... What painting is this one, by the way?

It's a cake.

... Meanwhile, the newly painted painting of the cake, one thing, was not responsive. Well, they're from different worlds.

... I painted the cake because I wanted to try a new paint.

Dull light yellow or soft brown. I've collected those colors from all over the place and made a lot of paint. That's because I needed it to paint Carnelia's honey-colored hair and Interlia's amber hair.

... so one of the colors I tried from one end was somehow, um, kiko. Kiko. The one who fry the soy and powder it.

So I painted a mushroom cake. Because it's a corner.

... The mushroom cake that came out was popular with Carnelia.

"Sweet and fragrant, then, strange kanji! It's not fluffy, it's soft, but stiff...?

He said, "This is what I have in my world."

"You are! You call this a mochi!

Carnelia swallowed a mushroom cake with excitement... and then she was choking a little on the mushroom.

... and even to the point of choking, 'That was some exciting food!' He gave me a general review. Apparently, the cake painted in this painting served to satisfy her belly and, above all, her curiosity and exploration.

Yeah. Glad.

And then for about two weeks, I got a couple of pictures of them. I drew other things as well. I drew Laocles, and I drew horses. I drew fruits and trees... anyway, I drew a lot. Haven't even been able to draw in a long time, and I was satisfied.

I just kept drawing, so I was a little worried. A few times, I feel like I've been up in the morning not sleeping. Yeah, I'm sorry.

But if you're conscious, the painting no longer materializes, so if you draw, the painting stays as a painting. I'm glad to have more paintings of myself, and I follow.

... That's how Carnelia and Interlia decided to travel.

"You've been taking care of me for so long."

"No. Welcome and thank you for being a model"

Thanks to the fact that they were there, I could paint a lot of things. It was a lot of fun.

"... Ed. I'm glad you look good, too."

Then, Mr. Interlia said so and offered his hand to Laocles.

"You've blessed the good Lord. Protect him well."

"Oh. To each other. … live with masters"

Mr. Interlia and Laocles grabbed each other's hands, exchanged words briefly, and that seems to have been enough. Just get away from me, I'm holding back behind me and Carnelia.

"Hey, Togo. Can I come back here and see you?

"Yeah. Anytime."

Carnelia and Hyoko Phoenix, who came before me instead, seem a little lonely. But we also shake hands and say goodbye.

"I like this forest. I'm coming because I have to go, but when the journey is over..."

"So we'll live here then?

When I asked Carnelia, who seemed lonely, she brightened her face.

"Really!? Are you sure?

"Yeah. Maybe. I'll ask Faye, though."

For once, this forest is Redgard territory.... but wouldn't it be okay for them to live there? Maybe. The horses seem to like it too...

... so the two of them traveled, and the woods, again, became quiet. Kind of lonely.

"... I'll see you soon"

"Yeah......"

Apparently, I missed this more than I thought. But I can't say that forever... so I guess I'll build a house for them when they get back...

By the way, after Mr. Interlia and Carnelia left, the unicorn was a little obstinate.

... These guys, they still prefer women. Yeah, I'm sorry about all the guys left.

Well.

With the limited time models gone, I finally interrupted the Redgard family to paint a portrait of the Redgard family.

"Oh, well done!...... hmm?

And best of all, Faye looks at me and tilts her neck.

"You... you look a little grown up"

... How does Faye see me? [M] I'm getting a little worried.

But maybe this means that I see a change.

I got to be a painter and my mind changed slightly. The position has changed more. So I'm a little, "grown up"?

... and I thought.

"Oh, could it be that the control of magic, has gotten so good!?

"What, that?

... Then check back often, apparently Faye's 'grown-up' means the same thing as' better control of magic '.

I wonder if that's because I've changed my mind a little since I became a painter. I'm ashamed of myself.

... but the 'better control of magic' effect is apparently definitely coming out.

"Okay, break! Ha, I'm pretty tired of not moving..."

Everyone in the Redgard family starts moving together. Fay would still be sorry to have your brother or father stay still, so I decided to ask the model to do the model as minimally as I did when I drew Carnelia and the others this time, to some extent with memory and imagination.

I'll take a little break too when I see the fays start taking a break.

... and I had a break and decided to try a new paint.

So I... drew a cake. Yeah, cake again.

Yeah. This time, all I wanted to use was a blue paint with lapis lazuli and then, a dark red purple taken from a flower... but in this color, I came up with "Akon Cake on a Blue Plate". Yeah. Perfect.

I've come up with it, so I'll draw it safely during the break.

Then the color came out the way I thought. Wow. Bright blue with depth. And then there's the moist bean color. When these colors come out right, I'm somewhat happy.

... just tried the colors that way, convinced me... so I realized.

This painting of the cake, I wasn't particularly aware of, but it didn't turn into a cake.