No matter how much I think about it, I canât come up with a logic for a smelly, gross, erotic alien to be someoneâs crush.
Should I make the protagonist an extreme B-bitch with a special proclivity for smells?
No, thatâs a cop-out.
The protagonist is erotic, but only at a level of sexuality that is acceptable to the average reader.
âAre you alright? Maybe the food tastes bad?â
Konata calls out worriedly.
âHmm?ăOh, sorry. I was in deep thought. The food is delicious.â
I reply and hurriedly move my chopsticks.
Todayâs lunch is a set meal of grilled fresh ginger. Itâs not the best, but itâs my favourite.
âAre you having a hard time with the manga?â
When Konata says this, she rolls up a slice of cabbage with gingerbread and puts it in her mouth.
ââŚYou know what Iâve been going through?â
âBecause you donât draw me much these days.â
Konata mutters a little sadly.
âAaa, thatâs right. I want to finish it all at once, so I am still thinking about the storyboardâŚ.Actually, I got stuck on the last part of the story. Iâm really very close to finishing it but Iâm still working on it. I just canât think of a way for the main character to defeat the last boss.â
I say this and slurp down some Chinese soup with daikon radish to wash the oil out of my mouth.
ââŚâŚ Let me see that manga.â
Konata puts down her chopsticks and says so, a little nervously.
âAh, okay. I think itâll be fine to show you. If you notice anything, Iâd be happy if you give me some advice.â
I say comfortably and indicate my chin at my drawing tablet.
At best, it is like a goofy suspense drama, with casual, everyday conversation hopefully providing a hint to break through the situation.
âOkay.â
Konata nods and stops her meal. She then moves to the drawing tablet upright and uses her clenched fist for support.
Even though I am still working on the story, it is somewhat embarrassing to have my manga being read so close to me.
I push such feelings aside and continue to eat with an impassive face.
Thinking about it, is it okay to allow JK to read a manga with a ăprotagonist who makes everything look erotic, even things that are not erotică? Wouldnât that be sexual harassment?
Well, she said she is a fan of my work, so I guess itâs okay.
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About ten minutes, I think.
When I finish my meal, Konata finishes reading the story and puts down the drawing tablet.
She then returns to the front of the room.
âThank you for letting me read it.â
She bows her head after saying so.
âSo, how was it?â
âIt was interesting.â
She smiles, closes her eyes and nods in satisfaction.
âThatâs good to hear. Now if only I could think of the last oneâŚâŚâ
I scratch my head.
ââ â Why did that enemy erotic alien come to Earth in the first place?â
âEh?â
I look up.
âBecause if the hero loses the match, the erotic alien is going to blow up the whole planet, right? If thatâs the case, then sheâs not trying to invade. Because if she destroys it, she wonât be able to use it. If thatâs the case, I wonder why she came all the way from distant space to Earth.â
Iâm glad that Konata, who is usually a girl of few words, is interested in my work enough to talk about it so much.
âIndeed. There is too little merit for the erotic alien to fight the protagonist. If the erotic alien just want the pleasure of seeing the earthlings suffer from their unreasonable demands, there are plenty of other ways to do it.â
âYes. Then why did the erotic alien want to fight the protagonist?â
She tilts her head slightly.
âââI hadnât thought about that.â
I turn over and fold my arms.
I was thinking only about the main character and didnât delve into the setting of the final boss.
Itâs a gag manga, so I wasnât concerned about the consistency of the enemyâs actions and motives but itâs worth thinking about.
ââŚ..Maybe the erotic alien was lonely. Because although she had confronted the most erotic males on various planets, no one could look at the erotic alien with erotic eyes. But I am sure that somewhere in her heart, the erotic alien wanted to lose the contest. Thatâs why she continued her search for erotic males across the entire universe.â
ââŚâŚâ
Konata nods as if she were making an interactive gesture.
ââ â I see! The erotic alien wanted to be seen as erotic. This is erotic! No matter how far from erotic it looked, the very fact that a female wants to be seen as erotic is erotic!â
I hit my knees and look up.
I finally understand!!! Thatâs how it is!
The erotic alien was not imposing unreasonable demands.
She was just looking for an existence that would accept her as a female.
Thatâs the last bossâs â the erotic alienâs â weakness. In other words, the heroâs breakthrough.
âThank you! Konata! Thanks to this one, Iâm about to finish my storyboard!â
I am so moved that I involuntarily take hold of her hands.
âWell, uh, itâs no big dealâŚâ
Konata shrinks back and mumbles something in a whisper.
âAa, well, Iâm sorry. I got excited on my ownâŚâ
I let go in a hurry.
âI,itâs fineâŚâ
Konataâs cheek dyes red and resumes her meal.
ââŚâŚ Well, now itâs your turn.â
I open my mouth with all my willpower.
âEe?â
âI think youâre having some problems, too. For example, about school.â
I think it is now or never if I am going to talk to her about her problem.
âIâve been found outâŚâ
Konata says this and has a strange expression on her face, which can be either weeping or beaming.
âYeah. To be honest, Iâm not that perceptive, but when I think about why youâre basically in uniform all the time, and why youâre studying here and all that sort of stuff. As a thank you for helping me with my manga, Iâll listen to you if you donât mind talking about it to me.â
I havenât finished the manga yet, but thanks to her advice, Iâm on track.
I can use this opportunity to pay her back for kindness.
Showing her my unfinished work is as embarrassing for a manga artist as showing her my naked body.
Now that Iâve shown her the story, I think I have the right to step inside her lineâŚI think.
Probably.
ââŚâŚ.â
Konata remains still, holding a bowl of tea or a bowl of white rice.
âOh, um, of course, if you donât want to, you donât have to talk.â
I wave my palms at her.
âNo, Iâll talk. Iâll talk. I want toâŚâŚtalk.â
Having said this, Konata puts down her cup of tea and drinks just enough to moisten her throat.
âAh.â
She straightens her back.
âââ it was just a cold that started it all.â
âA cold?â
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âYes. I called in sick to school as usual for the first day or two andâŚwell, a cold usually goes away after that, doesnât it?â
âYeah.â
âBut my cold continued and by the third day the fever had gone down a bit but I still couldnât go to school. That morning, I had a lot of things to do, like taking out the rubbish and picking up the parcels and I happened to forget to call the school.â
She starts to talk about her life in a rambling way.
I guess there are things that have accumulated up to now.
Her usual reticence to speak seems to be a lie.
âWell, it happens.â
Everyone makes careless mistakes.
âYes. But even though I didnât call, the school didnât call or anything, and by the fourth day, I didnât have a fever anymore but my body was feeling a bit lazy, so I didnât know whether to go to school or take another day off just to be safe.â
She pauses there and starts to chew the cold gingerbread.
âItâs great that you hesitated. If it were me, Iâd be skipping without hesitation.â
âTo be honest, I felt like skipping too, but somehow I made up my mind. If the school called to confirm my safety, I would go to school even if I was late. You know, like a schoolboy making a wish that if he could just walk home along the white line on the footpath, heâd get a hundred marks on his test. Itâs childish, butâŚâ
When she says this, she bashfully lowers her gaze.
âNo, I sometimes also do things like, ăIf the tissue I throw goes in the bin, I get a heavy print rună.
Of course, there is no example of the result of such wishful thinking being successful.
âThatâs a rather cute way of telling fortunes, but mine was a cowardly way of leaving my decision to a third party. â But then, I still didnât hear from them. So, after Saturday and Sunday, on Monday, I decided that I had to go, so I got my bag ready and went to the door.â
âThatâs good.â
âNo, itâs not. Because I suddenly thought to myself. If I donât go to school for a few days, no one will worry. No one cares if I go to school or not. I donât have any friends. So why do I go to school in the first place? I donât know anymore. And then, for the life of me, I canât go to school.â
She says in a mumbled voice, her lips pursed into a straight line.
âHmm, a reason to go to schoolâŚâŚ.Right. The common moonbat opinion is that itâs to broaden your future options, or that you canât be a respectable adult unless youâve at least finished high school? But, well, I canât really preach to you about being a respectable adult, because I myself chose to be a waterboy in the broadest sense of the word, a manga artist.â
I am surprised at how easily I can call myself a manga artist.
Before I know it, I am back to being a manga artist.
I can once again identify myself as a manga artist, even if I have no series now and still call myself one.
âBeing a mangaka is a respectable profession!ăBut I donât have anything I want to do and my family probably has enough money for me to live without working for the rest of my life if I donât do extravagant things. So those common reasons donât really resonate with me. âŚâŚOf course, I know in my head that itâs an extravagant worry.â
âNo, you donât have to worry so much about itâŚ.It is not the childâs responsibility to be born into a rich family. I think children have the right to use the environment theyâve been given to their advantage to the best of their ability.â
Itâs up to the parents to bring them into this world, so they should use what they can.
âI donât think soâŚ..â
Konata blinks quickly and smiles vaguely.
âYes, I do. â â but, um, Iâm not familiar with this school, but usually, if youâve been absent for a week, your guardian will be contacted.â
I say with one elbow on the cardboard and a cane on my cheek.
It is a little hard to imagine that a rich young ladyâs school will be so indifferent to its students.
âI think theyâve probably been contacted. Itâs possible that as early as the third day, my parentâs phone could have received a call from a teacher. So, Iâm sure, that person could have made some random excuse, like ăitâs a family situationăor something like that, that would make it harder for the school to step in.â
ââŚ.That person?â
âBecause my mother doesnât come home very often. We donât have the same rhythm of life.â
Konata mutters in a cold tone.
âI seeâŚ..â
I nod and speak in a neutral tone, neither confirming nor denying.
I am quite curious about her family environment but it seems she didnât want to talk about it anymore as she was about to end the conversation, so I donât pursue it further.
But when I asked about ăguardiansă, Konata only mentioned her mother.
Does this mean that Konata is more estranged from his father than she is from her ămother who doesnât come home very oftenă?
âOh, but donât get me wrong. I want to go to school now, not because itâs logical or anything, but because I want to. You see â ăRaindrops are not as free as you think they are. But if they get lost in the river, one day theyâll find their way to the sea.ăâ
âThatâs a line from one of my manga. You really are a real fan.â
I beam with embarrassment.
âYou had your doubts?â
Konata puffs out her cheeks in a bit of frustration.
I know that there are female readers, but I didnât expect to have such a beautiful girl like JK as a fan. But if my manga can make her feel positive, Iâd be very happy about that.
âNo, I wasnât doubting you but I had a series in a manga magazine aimed at menâŚâŚ.Sorry, go on.â
I stick out my right hand and urge her to go on.
ââŚ.Okay. Itâs funny but when I decided to go to school, I suddenly became afraid of what other people would think of me. I wondered what would happen if I was approached by neighbours, or how my classmates would look at me. I stopped going to school because I didnât want anyone to care about me but now Iâm afraid that someone will care about me. The more I procrastinate, the more scared I get.â
I pick up the cabbage with my chopsticks, lift it halfway up and put it back on the plate again.
âI seeâŚâŚ..I think I know that feeling a bit. For me, itâs not school, itâs comics. If I donât draw one day, I feel much heavier the next day. Itâs not simply double. Itâs more like a cumulative or exponential increase in the amount of work I have to do.â
ââŚâŚâŚ..â
âSorry. It was a bit vain. Since Konata is studying mathematics, I thought it was embarrassing for an adult not to know anything, so I tried to say something like that.â
I look down and say in a slightly joking tone, trying to soften the heavy atmosphere.
âFufu, why are you competing? ăMy first steps are slower than anyone elseâs because I go further than anyone else.ăâ
She says self-mockingly.
âKonata, I know youâre a fan, so stop quoting from my manga. Itâs kind of embarrassing.â
I cover my face with my hands.
âReally? But itâs coolâŚâŚâ
Konata mutters in a slightly dissatisfied tone.
âAnyway, if Konata is willing to go to school now, please give it a go. Of course, Iâm not a teacher or a psychiatrist, so I canât give much advice, but if thereâs anything I can do to help you go to school, let me help.â
âN,no need. Thatâs as good as it gets. You have your manga that needs to be finished!â
Konata shakes her head sideways.
âItâs a thank you for helping me come up with the idea for the manga. Or, you know, a fan service? Sort of.â
I say in a light tone so that she doesnât have to worry.
âAre you serious?â
She asks probingly.
âYes. Iâd love to return the favour.â
I nod deeply.
âThenâŚ..ââSo, for rehabilitation, can you come with me for a mock class exercise?â
Konata asks with a look of strength in her brow.
âOkay. Letâs see, should I play the role of a classmate? I mean, I think itâs a bit difficult to play the role of teacher. Brain-wise.â
Well, Iâm already an adult, but playing the role of a high school student, thatâs weird.
âBut Iâm still in my twenties, and I should be just barely old enough to be considered a youth, right? I have a rather childish face.â
I tell myself that.
âWell, youâll play as a classmate.â
Konata mutters.
In the end, I am taken aback.
âWhat would the subject for the class be?â
âEnglish or music.â
âWhy are you considering those subjects?â
âEnglish, because we have to read the textbook aloud in pairs, and music, because we have to do ensembles. âŚâŚ Iâm not particularly good at subjects that are done in groups.â
Konata says, busily moving her chopsticks and clearing away the rest of her meal.
âI see. If itâs a choice between those two, Iâd choose music.â
Iâm not very good at music either, but I donât think I can do English at all.
âWell, first you need to change your clothes.â
âWell, reality is important. But do you have school uniforms or something ready?â
âMy uniform â Iâll lend you my winter uniform. It might be a bit hot.â
Hmm?
âKonataâs uniform? Me?â
I canât believe my ears, and I canât help but confirm this.
âYes. If possible.â
âWell, I mean, I may look like this, but Iâm still a man.â
âMy school, itâs an all-girls school.â
Konata says, a little awkwardly.
The reason is irrefutable and irresistible.
As the practice is to attend an all-girlsâ school, it is only natural that it should be practised with female classmates.
âI see. I understand. Letâs put on our uniformsâ
I nod, clenching my fists tightly.
I canât say I donât want to now.
This is also for Konata.
I will bear it sweetly.
âThank you. â âfor the time being, Iâll clear the dishes.â
Konata lowers the tray of food and brings her uniform.
Then she goes out of the room and a rustling sound is heard.
Perhaps she is looking for some equipment for her music lessons.
Meanwhile, I put on her uniform.
ââŚ.. I seem to manage to fit it on.â
Of course, I can only button the shirt about two buttons down and the waist area is a bit tight, so the zipper on my skirt is half open.
If I were a high school girl, Iâd be half a slut.
âI mean, she smells kind of niceâŚ.â
Of course, I know itâs probably the smell of detergent or fabric softener but when I think it is from the uniform I am wearing, I almost feel weird.
âHello. Nice to meet you.â
She opens the door and walks into the room, bowing to me.
She holds what looks like a guitar case about two sizes smaller on her chest.
Apparently, practice has already begun.
I mean, does Konata speak honorifics to her classmates too?
âUnn. Itâs nice to meet you too. Iâve just transferred from a public school, so Iâm not used to this school. So I might cause you a lot of trouble. Please tolerate it.â
I stand up and slightly raise one hand in response.
I have no idea whatâs going on at Ojousamaâs school.
So, Iâm going to go with the setting of ăIâm a commoner who has suddenly transferred to an Ojousama schoolă.
âDonât worry, It will be fine. Iâm also not good with my hand and we donât have much time before the presentation, so do you want to practise?â
âSure.â
ââŚâŚThen.â
She puts the case on the floor and opens it.
I roll my eyes at the instrument that comes out from inside.
âViolin?â
When Konata says music lessons, I imagined at most an altricorder or something like a pianica, but you know what? Itâs an Ojousamaâs school, isnât it? So this is what happens.
âWell, Iâve been so busy moving that I havenât bought an instrument yet. So Iâll just use my voice.â
Thatâs what I decided.
âOkay. Then Iâll accompany you.â
Konata nods her head and begins to play the violin.
I donât know if Konata is better or worse than the average student at Sakuraba High School.
But Iâve heard that itâs difficult to even make a sound on the violin and from the way she can play without interruption, she doesnât seem to be an absolute beginner.
I mean, this introâŚ
âIsnât this the opening song of my animated film?â
ââŚ.. Is it possible to have anime-songs in class?â
âItâs for beginners, and itâs standard practice to do songs like Ghibli and Disney animation.â
Konata looks puzzled and says.
âWell, if itâs Ghibli or Disney, then yesâŚ.â
I smile wryly.
Sure, they are in the same animation category but mine doesnât look like it had any chance at all of winning an Oscar.
âKonata is looking at me with crazy expectant eyesâŚâ
Needless to say, just because Iâm the author of the original film doesnât mean I can sing the OP well.
But I give in to her shining eyes.
âăOn the page I tore up, I scribbled a map. I put it away in my pocket and forgot about itâŚăâ
I raise my voice as best I can.
What if the neighbours complain?
ââŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ..â
Konata continues to play the violin, occasionally nodding her head in satisfaction, despite my concerns.
I put strength into my belly in response.
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In the end, the class lasted exactly fifty minutes.
In the end, I even had to sing the ending song, which left me physically and mentally exhausted.
âSo, did it help a bit?â
I ask, rubbing my throat.
âUun. Thanks. I feel better.â
Konata replied, putting the violin back in its case.
âThatâs good.â
I smile naturally.
âI wonder if this was really practice for going to school. âŚ..â
To be honest, I canât help but think about that.
But since she seemed to be having so much fun, Iâll let that be enough for now.
âUmâŚ..can I ask you to come along to practice with me again sometime?â
âSure. Iâll finish my manga tomorrow so that I can help you whenever you want to practise.â
I declare this and face the drawing tablet.
I feel tired, but I feel good.
I had a feeling that I would be able to make progress on the last spurt of the story.