Chapter 350: Bonus Story
(Note: this is a bonus story included with 350, which is otherwise a character introduction chapter.)
Touya is dead.
It was apparently electrocution by lightning. What the hell is that guy doing…
I got to know Mochizuki Touya when I started middle school. He was a weird one from the mont I t him. There’s no way he doesn’t know the kind of treatnt I get in class, and yet he was the one who approached first.
He was the only one who treated normally, when everyone else avoided like a tumor. On the first day of school, he went up to a delinquent who looked like he would get suspended anyti and said, “Got 100 yen to spare?”, you know? (Note: very confused by the second sentence. It could either an Touya went up to a delinquent and said that, or Touya went up to the guy narrating this and said that, or a delinquent said that to the guy narrating… Just mix and match the three and you get a list of all possible combinations. The way this part was phrased was casual and a bit slang-ish, so… Any help is appreciated.)
Of course, I had ignored him that ti.
The ti when we began properly talking to each other was… Right, it was that ti when we got bothered by guys from another school and got in a fight.
When I was surrounded by five guys and was seriously feeling a bit scared, Touya just swung by on a scooter and let on, and we escaped like that.
Of course, he didn’t have a license. Apparently, the scooter was borrowed, and he learnt to drive it from his gramps. We were lucky that ti and didn’t get caught, but well, he’s the type of dude who does that.
After that, we began hanging out a lot, and before I noticed there were more people around besides him. I believe that he was the reason why I could spend my middle school life happily.
He was a guy who was kind to his friends and would pay attention to even small details about them, but once he recognizes you as an enemy, he would never let you off. That guy, his thods are so cruel that even I recoiled sotis. I would never make him my enemy. It’s too scary.
Once, when I asked him if he isn’t overdoing it, he said “Rather than not doing it and regretting, I’d rather do it and then regret about it.” I’m not sure, but I think you’re using that wrongly, you know.
That Touya had died.
And we had promised to et up and play together soti since we went to different high schools…
I attended both his vigil and funeral, and offered to help out. I had wanted to help Touya’s parents. I knew oji-san and oba-san well, and if I didn’t do sothing, my feelings wouldn’t settle down.
A while after the funeral ended, I began seeing weird dreams.
An old grandpa who called himself god ca up and showed them to .
Touya showed up in those dreams. He was wearing so weird clothes and swinging a katana around. He was fighting against so monsters that looked like the one in a ga.
I rember thinking, what the hell is this? Still, even if it was inside a dream, I was glad to see Touya doing well.
The next dream I saw was the figure of Touya getting into a fight to save a girl who dressed like a samurai. I laughed out unintentionally, thinking that it’s like him to jump in without thinking about anything.
And the next dream had him being proposed to by a princess. And it was a girl who’s only 12, you know? Didn’t know he was a lolicon. Well, it’s inside my dream anyway.
After that, I saw dreams about Touya a few more tis. Eventually, I began thinking that Touya didn’t actually die, but was living in so other world instead.
And this New Year, as I was looking at the New Year’s card sent by everyone, I got a bit lonely when I thought about how I won’t get his sowhat-clumsily made New Year’s card.
Even though he could play the piano, he didn’t have any artistic inclinations. Even though his dad works in that industry. Guess artistic talent doesn’t always get inherited.
That reminds , he praised my drawings pretty often. I’m not boasting, but my art grades aren’t that bad.
Although I was only interested to the degree of sketching sothing once in a while, when I saw oji-san’s books lined up on my bookshelf, a thought ca to .
Thinking about it now, as stupid as it may sound, I might’ve wanted to do sothing with my art, which he had acknowledged.
And before I noticed, I had already rung the doorbell of Touya’s house.
“Oji-san, please make your disciple.”
“No, even if you tell that… I don’t think I’m at a level qualified enough to even have one…”
Touya’s father was bewildered at my sudden visit. Well, I can understand.
“What made you co up with that?”
“There’s, sothing I want to draw. With Touya as the protagonist…”
I told oji-san about the dreams that I saw. Oji-san listened to it in silence, before laughing slightly.
“… Quite the interesting dream. Un, I’d like to read that story properly as well. Rather than disciple, recently I was searching for an assistant, actually. I can’t pay you a lot, but would you like to do it?”
“Yes!”
I don’t know if I can beco a pro manga artist like oji-san. Still, I’d like to draw his story soti.
If he’s really alive, and working hard in so other world, then I’ve gotta work hard too. I’m not gonna lose, Touya.
- Pixel
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