I’m a High School Boy and a Bestselling Light Novel Author, Strangled by My Female Junior and a Voice Actress Vol 1 Chapter 2

‎I’m a High School Boy and a Bestselling Light Novel author, strangled by my female cla.s.smate who is my junior and a voice actress.

This is my current predicament.

The black dye forming in my mind spreading quickly and quietly.

At the same time, rain began to fall in the middle of my sights.

This is because, the moment Nitadori yelled, the tears gathered on the inside of the lens fell out.

Inexplicably however, the tears never fell no matter how long it too.

They seemed to linger in the air.

On a closer glance, I found they expanding slowly, very slowly.

But they never fell.

The tears never fell.

That was what I realized in my darkened mind.

At this moment, the flow of time seem to be very slow.

It was the evening of April 17th, the 3rd Thursday of the month.

I entered the Limited Express car.

Pa.s.sing through the doors, I went towards the exact same seat I took the previous week.

The free-seating carriage was as empty as before, and there were fewer pa.s.sengers.

I arrived at the platform 20 minutes earlier than before, hoping not to miss the ride, and also to take my favorite seat. While waiting at the platform, I looked left and right, but did not see Nitadori.

But even so, I placed my backpack on the rack the moment I got on; once she came by, I would not have to worry about moving my stuff aside. The carriage was so empty, and I didn’t think anyone else would come.

After that, I sat down at the windowside seat.

I then looked at the watch wrapped around my left wrist.

When I first had my first royalty, I thought ‘Maybe I should buy something to commemorate’, and so, I spent 30,000 Yen on this digital watch, and ever since then, I had been wearing this. Or rather, I ad been wearing this watch all this time.

The last time I stared at the display so intently was when I first bought this watch.

The train departed punctually from the station, and n.o.body came to my side.

On this day, a cold downpour occurred since morning, and so the windowpanes were drenched as it began moving, causing the scenery to look contorted.

On this week, from Monday till Thursday, Nitadori,

Didn’t speak to me at school, just as we promised.

It was me who always entered the cla.s.sroom earlier, and Nitadori would proceed to the seat behind me unwittingly while I was reading or in my delusions.

Once it was cla.s.s break, I would not turn my head around to speak to her, and she too wouldn’t talk to me either..

Speaking of which, I was hardly in the cla.s.sroom during cla.s.s break. I would either head to the toilet,or I would find a place to stroll nonchalantly for no particular reason.

During lunch, I would have my own meal in the school cafeteria, and then stay in the library until cla.s.s ended.

After school, I would head home immediately, as quickly as possible to read books, watch anime and movies, or write my novel.

The train got faster, and the raindrops flowed down the window.

The seat beside me remained empty.

“Maybe I should get to work…”

I muttered. I couldn’t recall when was it that I first described my actions as ‘work’. Though I had no experience in working part-time, I was already spouting the word work like others.

I stood up to pick up my bag, intending to retrieve the items from within.

And at that moment, the automatic doors behind me opened.

“Yo! Sensei!”

Someone spoke up to me from behind.

Despite hearing only the voice, I knew who it was before I even turned around.

And so, I moved my hands away from my bag.

Nitadori had a bag with her on this day.

It was brown, an old looking travel bag with wheels attached to it. Nitadori pulled it as she let it roll, and placed it horizontally at the seat behind me.

She was holding a bag of goods purchased from the convenience store.

I could see through the bag. It contained two bags of potato chips and a 500ml PET bottle of tea.

“Here!”

She said as she handed it to me, and so, I did not take my backpack, picking the plastic bag instead. Trying my best not to touch her hands, I managed to grab the bag skilfully, a rarity at that.

I sat down beside the window. Like the previous week, Nitadori had her hair tidied in a bundle, letting it drape down her right shoulder as she sat down.

“It’s been a week, sensei, though I’ve been seeing your back every day.”

This greeting certainly was weird, but it was fact.

“It’s been a week. Though…I do sense your stare every day.”

I put the plastic bag on my thighs and did my best to answer.

“Did you feel my hot, pa.s.sionate stare?”

And that reply came with a smile.

Seeing her act like that, I continued to try my best,

“Yeah, I do. I felt…a burning feeling on my back.”

“Oh? You’re good. Do you then understand what’s it about?”

“What do you mean? ‘Hey! Add more appearances for Meek!’”

“Correct!”

Meek is a supporting character in ‘Vice Versa’.

She’s a ‘h.o.m.onculus’ created by an alchemist; in other words, an artificial human.

Since it is a fict.i.tious story, the characters are typically very pretty, and the h.o.m.onculus in particular are designed to have ‘extraordinary pretty’.

And so, the unique characteristic the h.o.m.onculus have is heterochromia; in other words, they have different colored eyes.

The colors differ amongst the h.o.m.onculus, and in Meek’s case, her right eyes is wine red, while her left’s yellow. Her hair’s blond and short.

Her exotic clothes are such that it bares lesser skin, and there’s a green m.u.f.fler wrapped around her neck.

Nitadori Eri, the girl with long black hair sitting beside me now, was acting as her voice.

I wanted to ask her about something.

And after 3 seconds of choosing my words,

“Nitadori, about ‘Vice Versa’…how much have you read?”

I asked tentatively.

I didn’t go straight to the point and ask her ‘did you read it?’ Instead, I said ‘how much have you read’. Even I found myself pathetic here.

I did hear from somewhere that when acting in an anime that has original work, some would read the entire work, and some wouldn’t read the work at all.

The former group wanted to understand the world setting and the characters they’re portraying, even if it’s a little, and understand the parts that were omitted from the script (however, there are some characters that were completely different from how they were in the original work as compared to the anime script).

The latter group were the opposite, thinking that the script (screenplay) they have is everything for the anime, and deliberately chose not to touch the original work so that they would not sense any difference from the original work.

Of course, there are those who feel that it’s time-taxing to read all of the original work. A manga would be one thing, but reading 9 volumes of a light novel series is not that easy.

“Well, I didn’t read all of the original work, you know?”

If Nitadori were to answer like that, I would probably feel nothing but heartfelt disappointment, and I wouldn’t have confidence in continuing the conversation.

But even so, the reason why I deliberately asked that question was,

I wanted to know how much we knew in common when I talk to her If she did read the original work, there’s something we can both talk about.

In conclusion, her response was,

“I read all 9 volumes! They’re interesting!”

She answered without a moment’s hesitation, in a matter-of-fact manner, continuing by saying the words an author would be most delighted with.

“Th—”

I was unable to continue on,

“Th?”

Nitadori tilted her head slightly as she listened to me.

Taking a steady breath, I blurted out what was on my mind,

“Thanks.”

Nitadori let a little gasp, and expressed her thoughts,

“Likewise, sensei.”

‘Vice Versa’.

Typically, this term would be used at the end of a sentence, with an ‘and’ added in front. The meaning of this is ‘the opposite of the preceding statement holds true’.

For example,

“I hate him and vice versa.”

The meaning of this English line would be,

“I hate him, and he too hates me.”

This is a very colloquial mainly used in conversations, so normally, it goes like this,

“I hate that guy, and I guess we both hate each other.”

“I hate that guy, but I guess that guy feels the same towards me.”

Well, that seems to be how it goes.

This lines didn’t seem like it was English to begin with, and actually, it wasn’t; it was originally from Latin, it seemed.

I learned of this English expression when I was a Middle School student. It was not taught in English cla.s.s, and neither did it appear in the textbooks; I saw it in the library, on the t.i.tle of a slightly old American movie.

If I have to describe ‘Vice Versa’ in one line, it would be ‘the story of one summoned to a foreign world”.

The submitted work, which ended up as the summary of the first volume, is as followed,

The protagonist’s a boy born in modern j.a.pan.

His name is ‘s.h.i.+n Tsumizono 摘園真’. Naturally, the name’s derived from the meaning of ‘Vice Versa’, ‘the opposite of the preceding statement holds true’. (TN: 真means truth.)

s.h.i.+n’s a docile high school boy, and lived in a certain town of a certain prefecture where the mountains could be viewed. He grew up with a girl called ‘Yui’, and lived a very peaceful high school life with a few good friends amicably.”

But on a certain day, he felt a mysterious music seemingly ringing in his mind, and he was suddenly transported to a different world.

This world, certainly not Earth, was called ‘Reputation’. There were 5 moons in the sky, and a belt of light surrounding the planet.

Magic naturally existed in this world, and there were also all sorts of creatures, including species like elves and dwarves.

s.h.i.+n, not knowing what was going on, met a boy who resembled him greatly.

That boy was the other protagonist, ‘Sin’. (TN: Original has it as シン, using Sin here to distinguish between the two.)

Sin was so similar to s.h.i.+n that they were practically twins, but he had such a contrasting personality, for he’s feisty, and had an amazing amount of combat ability.

Sin is a prince of one of the kingdoms existing in the chaos roaming this world. His father had recently pa.s.sed away, and he inherited the throne at a young age.

For the survival of his country, Sin fought on, at the same time harboring a dream of finally uniting the world and allowing all to live in peace.

In the history of Reputation, the ‘two great kings’ once fought a battle for supremacy. The winner of the war ‘true king (self-proclaimed)’ ruled his world. Several hundred years pa.s.sed, and the true king (self-proclaimed) had vanished somewhere. His authority lost its l.u.s.ter, and the world was in chaos again.

Unfortunately for him, s.h.i.+n arrived in this warring era that was filled with bloodshed. In his very first battle, he died easily.

And then, he revived.

In this world, s.h.i.+n had immortality, and was able to revive over and over again.

No matter what sort of damage his body took, in other words, his head lopped off, his body burned, or blown into gibs by bombs, his flesh and blood would gather again, and he would revive.

Sin was particularly interested in s.h.i.+n, and thought of using the latter.

s.h.i.+n had no intention of getting involve in such fights and getting himself killed, but upon realizing that there were no other ways to live on or return to his world, he colluded with Sin.

Sin’s little sister was a pretty girl called Ema with a similar face to the duo, and s.h.i.+n, working together with their gathering of beautiful maids c.u.m bodyguards and macho looking warrior subordinates, spent his days dying over and over again in these turbulent times.

Soon after, they took on a powerful enemy country.

The young general of the neighboring country, Pluto, led his forces to attack Sin’s country.

In this battle that concerned the survival of the country, s.h.i.+n learned of Sin’s thoughts and determination, understanding that the latter’s a kind person in nature who hated war more than anyone else. And so, he decided to summon all his courage and work together with Sin.

It was the final battle.

s.h.i.+n acted as Sin’s decoy, and deliberately led himself to be caught.

The former was easily revealed to be an impostor, and was killed. As according to plan, he revived, escaped, caused chaos on the battlefield, and at the very end, s.h.i.+n took on Pluto himself.

No matter how many times he died, s.h.i.+n continued to fight and pester Pluto. Once s.h.i.+n realized that the handsome Pluto was actually a pretty girl dressed as a male, he seized the opportunity and won.

And so, s.h.i.+n and Sin managed to fight back the enemy forces, saving the country.

While Sin, the leader of the country, and Ema were wondering about how they should repay s.h.i.+n, s.h.i.+n heard the music that led him to this world, and realized that he could return to his own world.

When leaving Reputation, s.h.i.+n suavely left these words to the boy who resembled him,

“You owe me a favor, Sin!”

When he returned back to modern j.a.pan, he found that nary a second had pa.s.sed.

Having returned safely from the vanished world and time, s.h.i.+n wondered if that was just a dream,

But even so, he was able to feel proud about being able to summon his courage.

And then, he ran off to the friends calling him name.

The end.

Or so it seemed, but it didn’t end here.

After flipping a few pages, there’s the stinger,

A few days later, after school, s.h.i.+n was on his way to play with Yui and his friends,

“Where’s this place!?”

Only to find a fully armed Sin suddenly appearing in front of him in modern j.a.pan.

And then, he saw s.h.i.+n’s face.

The 1st volume ended here, and the story was to be continued the 2nd volume.

‘Vice Versa has sold 9 volumes’.

The odd numbered volumes are called ‘Side s.h.i.+n’, and the even numbered volumes are called ‘Side Sin’.

These terms was originally used by the editor-in-charge and me for convenience sake, and soon after, it’s used in the introductory synopsis. Right now, these terms are widely used by the readers themselves.

A little off-topic, but since both of them didn’t sound different, we would call ‘Side s.h.i.+n’ as ‘Side Makoto’ instead.

In the odd numbered volumes, s.h.i.+n would be brought over to Regulation to fight, and the story’s serious and b.l.o.o.d.y.

In the even numbered volumes, Sin would be brought over to modern j.a.pan, causing all sorts of ruckus, and the story’s comedic.

In the second volume, once Sin, who arrived in j.a.pan, was spotted by s.h.i.+n’s friends, the latter had a brainwave, and came up with a setting of him ‘being a guy who likes to cosplay as Middle Ages era characters, and being a long estranged cousin who has such uncanny resemblance both of them were often thought of as twins’.

And so, Sin was nearly arrested by the police for violating the firearms control law, and was completely astounded by all sorts of things in modern j.a.pan like cars, buildings and trains. He tried to look into the distance, and climbed up the high voltage electrical poles quickly, only to be electrocuted and fell to his death.

And then, he revived.

If this were to keep up, Sin would probably end up committing a robbery to survive, and so s.h.i.+n decided to bring him home.

Though they met s.h.i.+n’s mother very quickly,

“Since we’re cousins, I guess I have no choice here.”

His open-minded mother, for some reason, agreed to allow Sin to live with them.

And so, Sin lived together with s.h.i.+n in j.a.pan, not knowing what to do to get back to j.a.pan.

In conclusion, he solved the problems surrounding s.h.i.+n through some relatively forceful methods.

And at the end of the 2nd volume, when s.h.i.+n bid farewell to a vanis.h.i.+ng Sin,

“You owe me a favor, s.h.i.+n!”

And so, the volume ended in a completely different situation from the 1st volume.

In the 3rd volume, s.h.i.+n again returned to Regulation.

In the 4th volume, Sin again returned to j.a.pan. This time, he had Ema with him, who just so happened to hold his hand.

And the story of seriousness and comedy repeated over and over again.

It may be a little too much for me to say this,

No, I understand this better than anyone else, for I’m the one who wrote this.

‘Vice Versa’s an over-the-top story.

It includes a Middle Age era fantasy, all sorts of monsters, flashy magic, mysterious science and mecha, battles and wars, journeys, friends.h.i.+p, cute moe girls, characters with many aspects of personalities, the burning friends.h.i.+p between guys, Machiavellian schemes of politicians, mystery plots involving identical looks, immortality, s.e.xy situations, gags, tear-jerking episodes, tragic farewells, peaceful school life, cynical irrationality, otaku episodes,

I basically crammed all the interesting elements I saw in the novels, manga, anime and movies I saw into this work.

The idea of letting the protagonists switch between Reputation and j.a.pan was an answer I derived when thinking about how to convey all these aspects.

Upon hearing those words,

“Now that’s cunning of you.”

The editor-in-charge gave me such praise.

We’re inside the Limited Express.

And after I expressed my thanks because she read my work,

“Likewise, sensei.”

Nitadori gave me this answer, and then continued on,

“Anyway, that’s how it is. Do you want some snacks?”

I didn’t know what she meant by ‘that’s how it is’, but Nitadori gently lifted the plastic bag that was on my lap.

“Please prepare a table.”

I did as I was told, and pulled the table from the seat handrail.

I would usually place my stuff on my lap when checking the scripts and using the laptop, so this is the first time I’m using the table.

Nitadori placed the two bottles of tea and the salted seaweed potato chips on my table.

“It’s a token of thanks from me.”

“Ah…thanks. I was feeling a little hungry, so thanks for helping me with that…I guess?”

“Don’t worry about it. I want to have some too, and it’s thanks for being willing to continue talking with me. Just think of it askatusdon in the interrogation room.

“I see. You said that you got a lot of questions to ask me, right?”

Even if there’s no katsudon, I’m still willing to answer all your questions (Off topic, but in fact, the police won’t give any katsudon when interrogating others, and if orders were placed, if seems the suspects will have to pay for themselves).

Even so, since Nitadori provided me with a gift, I’ll just accept it without thinking too much.

With this, I guess the excuse of answering lots of questions because I accepted sweets is estanlished.

I held the ends to open the bag of potato chips,

“I really like salted Seaweed.”

And expressed my honest thoughts.

Even since I was young, salted seaweed flavor’s my favorite for potato chips, and I like it to the point of being unwilling to take other flavors.

“I I like it too.”

Nitadori’s brief words really shocked me, and I nearly dropped the bag.

Wait. Don’t be mistaken. That’s definitely not what she meant. I tried convincing myself this.

I crisply open this bag of potato chips that’s slightly bloated due to the atmospheric pressure of this town.

And then, I thought of something.

“What about horse sas.h.i.+mi flavor?”

There’s a souvenir shop located next to the departure platform selling such flavored chips, though they aren’t potato chips. As they’re souvenirs, they’re a little more pricey.

Having asked this question, I look over at Nitadori, and she turned her gla.s.ses towards me with a serious look.

“I did hear of the rumors before, and I did try it. It’s nice, but I must say that it’s different from real horse sas.h.i.+mi. I don’t want to dabble in such trivial stuff of whether such a thing can be considered as such, and I don’t think I’m the one to decide this. Now then—who can it be?”

In response to this overly serious and pretentious declaration, I ponder seriously, and say,

“…Erm. The horse sas.h.i.+mi G.o.d?”

“Understood. When I take Gonsuke out for a walk the next time, I’ll ask him if I meet him.”

“Meet him, really? While walking?”

“No, I haven’t met him yet. But well, it doesn’t matter what my mystery experience is like. More importantly, please tell me more about being a writer like what I said last week, and help me level up here.”

“Understood…but your j.a.panese’s a little weird.”

“You’re really particular like an author.”

“I’m an author.”

After eating 4 pieces of potato chips and drinking two gulps of tea that was provided,

“Now then, do you mind explaining?”

My interrogation began in this Limited Express carriage.

I don’t know whether Nitadori was adjusting her gla.s.ses as an act, or something else altogether.

“Understood. I’ll answer all of your questions.”

And so, I told her as manly as I could. If I can do it, I’ll do it.

“But I don’t really have a clear answer other than the overly private stuff, so except for the private matters regarding other people and what I definitely can’t reveal in my work…”

And then, I answered in a wimpy manner. If I can’t do it, I won’t do it.

“Understood.”

The gla.s.ses girl who loved horse sas.h.i.+mi smiled as she said this,

“Now then, as for what I wanna ask today,”

“Eh? Today?”

“But we only have 2 and a half hours, right? That’s why I decided on a theme every week. There are other things I want to ask next week.”

“…”

“You ate some of my potato chips, right? Actually, a chip’s worth a week of questions.”

“…”

I silently reached my hand out for the 5th piece.

I continued to crunch the 6th and 7th piece of chips.

“Ah, do you want some?”

But after realizing that I can’t be the only one eating all these, I turn the bag of chips over to Nitadori.

“Thanks. I don’t need it now. I’ll wait till I’m hungry later. You can finish it all yourself.”

Even if she said so, I didn’t intend to finish it myself, and sealed the bag tightly to avoid letting the chips sog, and placed it in the plastic bag.

I wiped my hands with a handkerchief, took a gulp of tea, and said,

“Now then…go ahead.”

“I apologize…if the question’s too rude, and please remind me of that.”

Nitadori started off with these words,

“What kind of lifestyle do you have?”

And asked the first question.

I can’t see it, but it seemed I showed quite the shocked look.

“Ah, sorry, it’s too crude…”

Nitadori frantically added on,

“Well, when I first did the After Record, I was really, really shocked there! ‘Vice Versa’s really interesting, and it’s my first time voicing a named character, so I always wondered what sort of person the author is. But when I searched through the internet, I found the author’s real face to be a complete mystery, and some think that the author may be a female…”

Well, it’s normal for her to be shocked. I thought. Till this point, I’ve been shocking the people I met at work.

There was once when I went with the editor-in-charge to meet the anime personnel.

“Oh? You brought your son along?”

And that was what they said to the editor-in-charge.

“And well, I was really shocked to find that person seated in front of me in the cla.s.sroom during the new semester, so much that my heart and lungs practically stopped…I didn’t know how I would end up if the self-introduction continued…”

“Ah…well, I see. I understand since I was shocked too.”

It’s only till this point that I realized it was a good thing for me not to turn my head around immediately.

“So first, I want to ask, what sort of childhood did you have, sensei? When did you start reading books? When did you start writing books? How did you think of so many stories and characters.”

I understood what she wanted to. Basically, she wanted to know about me up till this point.

“Understood. Those questions are fine.”

Once I said that, I felt the brown eyes behind those gla.s.ses glowing.

As for the first memories I had in my life, I didn’t answer them because I didn’t want to.

I didn’t think there’s a need for that.

That’s why I answered Nitadori using the next impression I had in life.

“I’ve…been reading books ever since I was young.”

“When did it start?”

“Hm, well, I got to tell you something before this…I only have a single parent, raised by my mother. If mum didn’t tell me about it, I wouldn’t have known who my dad is, and whether he’s alive or not.”

“…”

After seeing Nitadori suddenly scowl and quiet down,

“But it’s to be expected for me. The people around me, including my cla.s.smates knew of this, so it’s nothing to hide. Don’t worry about it.”

I then continued on as per normal, and she nodded slightly,

“I understand…were you always reading books alone since young, sensei?”

I nodded.

I only have a single mother in my family.

I never knew why I was born, as my mother never told me so.

Of course, I never thought of myself as a child of G.o.d.

At this point, it’s pointless for me to know, and so I never ask; never will I intend to ask.

I heard that my mother’s mother, my maternal grandmother, died when I was 2, and my maternal grandfather died earlier. In other words, my mother and I—

Have no relatives at all.

My mother has been working as a nurse for a long time, and because of this, she never once got retrenched. Our family’s not rich, but it’s not to a point where we can’t survive without relying on others.

But as mom’s always deployed at different hospitals, we’ll move to apartments located near them. I lived in a few places in this prefecture.

I like reading books. I can’t think of when it began, and what started it, but what I can remember in my childhood was that I spent all the time reading books by myself.

I was either reading books at home, or at the childcare centers, or at the libraries in my elementary school.

I started reading picture books, and then went on to children books, and then to children literature. I suppose that when I was in 4th grade, I read through all the books in my school’s library.

I really like to read books, and anything goes as long as I have books. I never thought of doing anything else.

And because of that, I practically had no friends.

There are cla.s.smates I sometimes interact with in school, but there aren’t any friends who would ask me out to play after school or invite me to their houses.

This is because I kept transferring schools, coupled with my introverted personality, and more important—

“I felt happier reading books, treating them as toys…”

“Treating them as toys?”

Nitadori tilted her head, as the term implied.

This was to be expected.

There’s a definite need to explain this.

“What I mean by ‘treating them as toys’ is…”

To play with the books.

To play with my delusions.

There was no way the young me could imagine characters, settings and conversations right from scratch.

And so, after reading a book, I’ll read it again.

When reading it again, I’ll understand the scenes in the book, imagining the images in my mind. I’ll then destroy them as I please and reset them accordingly to what I like.

For example, I’ll turn a tragedy into a complete opposite, a comedy.

And I’ll turn all the characters that appeared in a comedy to die unnatural deaths in a tragedy.

That was how I started off playing with the characters.

Once I got proficient at it, I started to increase the number of characters. That would be myself.

I would immerse myself in the world of the book, beat all the characters that debuted inside it, and prove my strength.

I could play with this up till 10 times in a book. I would rewrite the setting every single time, until I got addicted to it.

That’s the ‘role play’ kind of game. Every kid had done it.

I’ll use dolls for girls, and for boys, I would insert myself as a hero.

However, I used books for this case.

“I see…”

After hearing the explanation, Nitadori seemed impressed, saying,

“In other words, you’ve always been reading books and having imaginations since young, sensei.”

“Yeah. I prefer the term ‘delusions’ however, so I’ll express it as ‘delusions’. That’s about the same meaning.”

I feel that ‘imaginations’ give a more elegant vibe, while ‘delusions’ give a vibe of ‘doing foolish things’, and I prefer this nuance.

“How were your grades in elementary school?”

“I think I did decent other than P.E. I like reading books, so this includes textbooks. From the start of the new school semester, I read through the textbooks over and over again. On a side note, I do like reading dictionaries too.”

“I see.”

“And then, during 5th grade, there’s something that undoubtedly changed my life. Without that incident, I’ll never have the current me.”

That really did affect my life greatly, and I blurted it honestly.

“Wh-what exactly is it?”

Nitadori asked with a serious face. She’s like a journalist here, just without a notepad in her hands.

Just when I intended to answer, the train conductor came by. It’s a middle aged man this time, and after briskly checking the Limited Express tickets Nitadori and I had, he departed.

“Erm—”

I continued on,

“My mom decided to move houses. For my sake.”

It happened during Spring, when I was promoting from 4th grade to 5th grade.

My mother suddenly decided to move houses.

There was no change in her workplace location, she just wanted to move houses for my sake.

She wanted to move to a place 20km away from our original house.

The new apartment was located right beside the largest library in the area.

If I could be right beside a large library, that might that—

I could read all the books to my heart’s content from henceforth. The collection of books in the school library far pales in comparison to it.

I was really happy when I heard about it. Though I had to transfer school again, it really didn’t matter to me.

Mom had a lot more overtime work as a result, and that in turn caused me to be really troubled—

Actually, I was too happy to even think about that.

“Ever since then, I was always at 3 places, my apartment room, the elementary school, and the library. The library really was great, because, to put it, I didn’t have to buy books!’

I just hope that all the readers would buy my books ever since I became an author however. I never expressed this thought to Nitadori, especially since even I thought it was selfish.

“Your mother’s really amazing! You’ve been reading non stop ever since then, right, sensei…?”

“I was reading, playing.”

Feeling parched after saying all this, I dowsed myself with some tea.

The library contained books many elementary school libraries did not contain. Or I would say, they contained those kinds of books.

In other words, there were a lot more adult oriented books, and my choice of books increased instantly.

The typical detective novels prior to this were mostly about Arsène Lupin and Sherlock Holmes, but at that point, I could obtain detective novels that were more adult oriented.

I hungrily devoured the detective-themed books written by famous j.a.panese authors.

These books were typically written for adults, so there were some rather erotic scenes written within.

Unable to understand the prose, I read them with my heart pounding. I would wonder if anyone would have noticed what I was reading if they approached me from behind.

The library had mangas which the school library didn’t have.

Of course, they were those famous works, and it really was an opportunity for me, who had no chance to read them. With the chance t obtain these cla.s.sic works, I understood the joy of reading manga.

There were also many of the so called light novels in the library, and I had the chance to be introduced to them.

At first, I did not particularly notice the differences between a light novel and other kinds of books. I didn’t remember how it was back then, but it’s not a rarity nowadays to see a light novel with a cover ill.u.s.tration.

But as light novels occupied one entire bookstore, I merely a.s.sumed them to be another type of book, and started looking from the catchy looking t.i.tles.

After browsing through, I found that light novels could be said to be novels similar to manga; There were lots of ill.u.s.trations, and the plotlines were similar.

At this age, I, like other people, started off attracted by the ‘cute female character drawing’ at first. Thus, I started reading them happily, and played with them.

I could also watch movies in the library.

The library had DVDs for borrowing, and I could either bring them home to watch, or to watch in the library.

I feel that in terms of ‘enjoying a story’, both books and movies are the same. I got addicted to movies after watching a few of them. Like mangas, I did check out a few cla.s.sic works on the shelves.

And ever since I began watching movies, I started watching television, which I watched infrequently back then, just to watch the movies.

Of course, it wasn’t to a point of reducing my reading time, but watching movies inspired me to watch anime often.

The me right now really like watching anime, and this includes all genres. It was only near the end of my 6th grade that I began to watch them religiously (or record them to avoid missing out). I even rewatched the recordings and watch anime to enjoy the stories.

After hearing my explanation till this point, Nitadori looked very impressed.

“Hm.”

Looking solemn, she mused,

“In other words…your mother moved houses to give you gifted education?”

“Ahaha, I guess.”

I gave an honest smile, and continued,

“The types of books I could read and marvel at increased, and as a result, I had more time playing with those works. I forgot when it started, but I was able to come up with delusions even if I’ve yet to finish a book, like before I sleep, when I shower, or when I’m in cla.s.s.”

“You can’t do that in cla.s.s!?”

Nitadori chortled, her tone clearly the opposite of what she said, and she continued,

“I got a question, sensei. Do you play video games?”

“Practically not. The first time I tried it was during early elementary school. I borrowed a game from someone at the childcare center, and it was interesting, but—”

“But?”

“I was horrible at it. Very. I just couldn’t play well no matter how I tried, and I couldn’t play to the point where it got interesting, which really puts a dampener on me. I was rather interested in role-play games or adventure games with interesting stories…but I just felt that games were still inferior to books.”

“I see, I see.”

The Limited Express raced through a few stations in the rain.

The pa.s.sengers increased in the number, but the tour group pa.s.sengers were having a commotion, so we could continue with our conversation as normal.

“So sensei, it’s because you had such a childhood that you were able able to have all sorts of imaginations.”

After learning of my past, Nitadori asked me about a question, ‘the major decision I made in my life’.

“When did you decide to begin writing a novel?”

The editor-in-charge did ask the same question Nitadori did. My answer wouldn’t change with time, and I just had to answer her.

“I decided to do so in 8th grade.”

I managed to graduate successfully from 8th grade.

I suppose I transferred schools 5 times in those 6 years. Of course, I had no friends at all.

I became a middle school student, studying at the middle school near the library.

With the school nearby, it meant that I had a shorter travel distance. This really helped me out in Middle School.

If anyone were to ask me if there were any changes upon entering middle school, I would say none, at first.

Just a little growth spurt, and a change of voice.

Nothing else changed however. I couldn’t make any friends, and I was just living my life reading books, watching movies, anime, and having delusions.

“Ah, I studied too!”

“Very good.”

At this point, the stories I had in my delusions ended up forming in the real world.

In other words, a delusion of me being active in the book’s world ends up with me being some amazing guy in the real world, able to do anything. (I can’t really remember when exactly I became like that though.)

For example,

A terrorist attacked my Middle school, killed the teachers, and took the students hostage. I managed to deal with it easily though, and I had the fantasy of such a story appearing in Hollywood.

When I look outside the window during cla.s.s—

“The terrorists are hiding in that milk truck! We can’t let those guys enter the school!”

I had such grandeur delusions countless times.

And when I shared these delusions as a joke with other authors at the end-of-year party,

“I once had such things too, ahaha.”

And they looked surprised, answering,

“Eh? —there are people who don’t do that?”

That was when I learned that everyone did that sort of thing.

But the delusions of ‘making myself a cool and amazing protagonist’—

Suddenly stopped once I got to 8th grade.

“Why—did something happen at that time?”

The interviewer Nitadori asked me.

The bespectacled face immediately approached me, and I retreated my body back.

“Well…to put it simply, I learned of my own limit.”

“Ah?”

“Actually, I realized that if I’m to keep it up…I won’t be able to be the protagonist.”

“Hm? I still don’t understand.”

My delusions till this point are all centered around ‘myself’.

No matter which story is it, I’ll appear and show off in them.

I can do whatever I want within the story, beat any enemy, escape any crisis, solve any mysterys, and become friends with pretty girls (though I was just thinking about pleasant things, not to the point of lovers).

Once I got to 8th grade however, I realized my limits, the limits I have in the real world.

I’m not good at sports, and my grades in school weren’t excellent.

Furthermore, I’m not good at making friends. I never made any in the past, so this is to be expected.

I can’t try to make any girl happy even if I tried talking to me. In any case, I was unable to converse with someone of the opposite gender normally.

I never had quarrels with others, and I don’t want to; if that were to happen, I guess I’ll definitely lose.

After looking at myself in the real world objectively—

I couldn’t find myself becoming any kind of hero even in my free delusions.

I could no longer let myself be the protagonist. It’s depressing and down-heartening, but that was what I had to recognize.

So, did the delusions end?

Not at all. The opposite, in fact,

“My delusions escalated further from then on.”

“Escalate…?”

Nitadori repeated what I just said.

And then, she went silent.

The train went around a curb, causing a large jolt. The forces were pressing at me from the side and below.

Looking outside the window, I could see the deformed green leaves pa.s.s by in the rain,

“I can somewhat understand, but…”

Nitadori said, and I turn my face back to hers.

This pretty bespectacled girl who loves horse sas.h.i.+mi and is a year younger than me stared at me earnestly,

“You started creating ‘characters that aren’t yourself, right?”

And she mentioned the correct answer so concisely.

In 8th grade, I gave up on myself in my delusions, gave up on being the me that would most probably be just a pathetic character.

Instead, I chose to let others take the roles.

That was the turning point.

I no longer thought ‘I can’t do this’.

Instead, I decided, ‘this character’s able to do these’.

Using that example of ‘terrorists invading school vs the students’,

I’ll no longer be in the school.

Instead, I’ll be high above, like the heavens, creating a character created by the G.o.d,

“A Middle School boy who was raised and trained by an old man in the neighborhood who was an ex-JSDF special forces commander, and ended up having combat training every day’.

And then I’ll dump this character to the school.

He, living a plain, normal life, sprang to action the moment he heard gunshots, and unleashed the hidden power—this setting will make for a great convenience.

I decided to use ‘the him who’s able to jump up to the second floor’ and replace ‘the me who can’t even jump onto a box. No matter how much the terrorists will change their plans or even take hostages, they’ll definitely be wiped out

And so, once I created ‘a character capable of being a protagonist’, my delusions increased exponentially.

I became adept at creating all sorts of scenarios to fit the characters.

For example, when a pursued protagonist’ finds a motorbike in front of him and a subway station, if it’s me, I’ll check to see if I have enough spare change to buy a ticket as I head down.

As the protagonist will be riding on a bike however (as it was written), he’ll leap onto a bike gallantly, and start the engines. As for why the key’s on the bike, I have no idea.

Once I ‘fired myself’ like this, there was a sudden change in the situation, like a creature living in the sea migrating to the land—

This world of delusions that will continue to grow just keeps growing (though in fact, the seas encompa.s.ses more area as compared to the land.)

“I see…! That’s really interesting!”

Nitadori was truly impressed, stretching her white tender hands to clap for me.

“Th-thank, you.”

I thanked her, and added on,

“During this time…since I fired myself, there’s a need for another important change.”

Her eyes peering through the gla.s.ses, she stared back at me,

“What kind of change?”

In 8th grade, I began creating characters while giving up on ‘making myself the protagonist’, and the number of characters I could create increased exponentially.

It would be an awkward matter to have a modern j.a.panese middle student and terrorist fighter be the same character as a prince using swordsmans.h.i.+p and magic in a fantasy world.

Even the enemies, allies and other side characters increased in numbers.

And I created more heroines and protagonists (or else there wasn’t any way to make the protagonist popular, and a ‘harem setting’ can’t be established).

In that case, it’ll be difficult for me to keep remembering the number of characters I created through my brain alone.

I found that even if I continued to make the same delusions, there are still some things I’ll forget.

That’ll be a waste of the characters I created with much work. It’s fun creating new characters, but I still do wish to preserve the characters I like.

And so, I decided to record them down outside my brain.

Where?

There weren’t many options. Back then, I decided to write them down in my notebook, handwritten.

I bought a college notebook at the convenience store diagonally opposite my middle school, and within it, I wrote down—

I wrote down the names of the characters I created, their personalities, their weapons and the names, their favorite foods, and their signature quotes.

And so, my ‘delusion notebook’ was born

That was the first time I converted the world of delusions, in my head till that point, into words.

Till this day, I still remember the moment when I wrote down the words on the notebook cover,

“My Warld the number first”

That was the moment of me taking a small step towards being a future prospective author.

It was two weeks later when I realized that the word ‘world’ was written wrongly, and I didn’t know what ‘number first’ meant.

The next day, I bought a second notebook, and wrote in hiragana, ‘my world, 2nd volume’,

Nitadori was laughing so hard she was breathless,

She continued to laugh, trying her best not to disturb the other pa.s.sengers,

“Ah, so nice.”

And I slowly drank some tea. Soon, the bottle of tea offered to me was empty.

There’s a bottle of water in my backpack, but that’s a drink I can’t buy from anywhere, and it’s water I need for medication. In other words, that’s my emergency supply of water, so I decided not to open it.

Once the commotion caused by Nitadori finally calmed down, the cart selling goods in the train arrived, so I bought some tea.

The train entered the tunnel, and the carriage car became really noisy,

“Ah…so interesting…I never laughed this hard in so many dozen years! Thanks!”

Nitadori said emotionally.

I retorted in my mind how old are you anyway?, and answered,

“Sure, I guess.”

“Ahh, I’m crying. I thought my contacts were about to slip out…”

“Eh?”

I tilted my head, and Nitadori gave a wry smile, saying,

“Ah, oh wait! I forgot that I switched to gla.s.ses already…”

She frantically tapped the sides of her gla.s.ses with her fingertips.

“Is your head alright…?”

“Wh-whose fault do you think it is?”

I was about to immediately answer ‘it’s me’, but I changed my mind a little.

I thought she could at least take a little joke. I was originally inapt at saying succh things to girls, but I decided to give it a try,

“I guess…it’s probably ‘my world’.”

“Pfft!!”

And while waiting for Nitadori to recover, I continued to guzzle down potato chips and tea.

The Limited Express continued to stop at a few stations.

After about midway through the ride, the pa.s.sengers didn’t increase as much as I thought it would. It was already dark outside the window, and the rain continued to pour,

Nitadori said,

“I understand the process that you started off enjoying your own imaginations, and then you gave yourself up, added the characters, and recorded all your imaginations. You’re really good at explaining, sensei.”

“Th-thanks.”

This was the first time someone praised me like this.

“You told me about this because I wanted to know, so I should be the one thanking, thanks—now then, how did you start from this opportunity to begin writing light novels? When did you begin? Since you submitted a script for a contest and published books, you did finish the work; were you able to write it so fluently right from the beginning, or did you have difficulty? How many times did you submit entries for the newcomer award? Why did you choose Dengeki Bunko?”

And after the thanks, it was a rapid-fire of questions,

It’s not difficult for me to answer, but I probably won’t be able to remember all the questions.

I have to answer them all properly, in order.

First off—

Why did I actually convert my imaginations into words and write a novel? And when did it began?

To answer these questions,

“Erm, I just feel that no matter how many delusions there are, and how many settings I create and record in the notebook, those can’t form a novel.”

I first started off with these. It was to be expected; Nitadori nodded,

“And also, I feel that a lot of people simply end things off at this phase…I just feel that there are many more people who ‘want to be authors, but simply stopped at the imagination’, than those who ‘aimed to be authors’, and actually created some form of work.”

Nitadori remained silent as she gave a frighteningly serious look, nodding slightly a few times.

“There are some who actually didn’t write anything, just thinking ‘I hope to be an author in the future’. I don’t intend to say however that these guys are really useless, that they’re just wasting their time.”

Till this point, I still chose my words properly.

“This is because I can’t belittle the past me now that I become an author. I feel that any person will have an egg within them, just that the time they will hatch differ.”

I felt that I was being too pretentious, but I really can’t think of any other good examples, so I was left without any other option.

“But to be an author, it is a necessary step to ‘actually write your own story. Using that example from just now, it’s basically trying to break an egg open from the inside.”

I said as I looked back at myself, 4 years ago.

“I feel that the opportunity and time to begin writing novels differ amongst people. To be honest, I really don’t know how others do it, but I do clearly remember my situation back then…”

After ending off with this opening, I proceed to answer Nitadori’s very first question,

“I began converting my delusion notebook into writing, and worked hard in actually trying to create a work. It was—4 months after I first used the delusion notebook, and I remember very well that it was during my summer vacation in 8th grade.”

Nitadori brought her face forward. This girl really has the habit of bringing her face forward whenever she’s asking the questions.

“And that opportunity?”

I answered,

“When I obtained my weapons.”

To be an author, there were 2 weapons I needed.

Of course, the first would be the imaginations I managed to develop from reading since young
and my delusions.

The other would be the weapon for writing, the computer.

During summer 3 years ago, when I was 14 years old, my mother wanted to buy something for me.

It was only during my birthday and Christmas that I could ask for something a little more exorbitant.

“Back then, I merely asked mom for books that were a little more pricey than normal…”

But that was the only year that was different. I told mom that I wanted a notebook computer, just the cheapest kind would do.

Mom rejected my request, probably thinking that I just wanted to surf the internet alone at home.

Prior to that moment, I learned how to use the computers in the neighboring library since 6th grade, as they had internet access, and I could check for books online and read the reviews.

However, there was a child lock in the library computers, and there’s a time limit for use.

I guess mom was worried that I would get engrossed to the internet, that I would lock myself in the room, addicted to it or online games, and not go to school.

At first, mom said that a computer was expensive, and wouldn’t buy one for me. Back then, I didn’t have a cellphone.

Thus, I stated my actual thoughts.

I didn’t need a network. The proof was that I agreed not to request for internet access. If I really needed it no matter what, I would head to the library next door like before.

I want to write a novel, I want to write one through a computer and a software that could manage my folders.

Having read through so many books, that was the point where I wanted to try writing for myself.

“And then…your mother’s reaction was?”

Nitadori clearly knew the result, but she asked with a tentative look.

“She brooded over the issue for a few days, before finally agreeing to it.”

“Ohh! Congratulations!”

“I really was happy about it. Of course, I thought that since people in the past wrote their novels on writing paper, I could do it too if I put in the effort.”

While still respecting those who composed their stories hand written, I still wanted to continue on,

“But I feel that there’s a difference in efficiency between handwriting and typing on the computer, and I’m not wrong to think this way. Ever since I became an author, I heard a lot of things about other authors, but I have never heard anyone say that they composed novels handwritten till this point.”

“I see. So the opportunity that came for you wasn’t a psychological one, sensei, but a physical one, huh…”

Nitadori succinctly summarized everything for me, and so I nodded firmly.

After I earnestly stated all the ideas I had about the computer, my mom finally agreed to it.

Thinking about it, I guess it was a good thing I said,

“I want to write a novel.”

If, instead, I had said,

“I intend to be an author.”

I suppose my mom’s reaction would be a lot different.

My birthday came, and mom agreed to it, so we went off to buy one.

In any case, mom and I weren’t very familiar with the functions, so she personally drove me to a major electronics wholesale store.

To summarize, I just needed to write a story fluidly.

As for the other functions, like being unable to watch television, use the wireless LAN, edit videos or play games—

I didn’t need them at all.

Having made up my mind, I said this to the shop attendant.

And then, the middle-aged attendant asked my mother,

“Are you intending to write a novel in the future?”

Unabashedly, I answered from the side,

“Yes!”

“Wow! Now that’s really amazing!”

The attendant was suddenly enthusiastic as he explained all sorts of various details to us discreetly.

“That attendant back then was really pa.s.sionately…and he really helped me out a lot.”

I began to keenly discuss the savior whose name and face I couldn’t remember.

“Do you intend to use him as the protagonist of a novel?”

Nitadori chimed in such a suggestion.

“…Do you mind letting me jot this down in the notebook first?”

That attendant taught me a lot of things.

“Now then, it’s your turn to teach me about them, sensei.”

“Understood…do you have any intention to write a novel?”

“Currently not at the moment, but I want to know about it.”

“Got it. First, the attendant told me—”

I didn’t have to necessarily buy a new computer (that shop also runs a second-hand department).

He told me that if I was worried about the price, I could choose to pick up a second-hand computer that was certainly maintained.

“Well, that makes sense since the budget’s more important. Did he tell you which computers are more suited for writing novels?”

“He did. There aren’t any special models that are extremely suitable…but I guess you’ll know that computers are generally cla.s.sified as those desktop computers fixed to the table, and the notepad computers that can be flipped open. The attendant did tell me that the notepad computers are very convenient, that even if I don’t bring it out of the house, it’s easier for me to take it to any room.”

“I see. I got a desktop computer at home and a personalized laptop. Most of the time, I do use that personalized laptop.”

The attendant also told me that most laptops had internal batteries installed, and if there was a power outage, the damage caused will be minimal.

For those office workers who often had to bring their chargers along and use those in cafes, a light laptop would be of great benefit to them; for those that would typically use their computers at home only, it would be more suitable to choose one with a large screen and a wide keyboard instead of a thin, short one. Furthermore, external keyboards could be connected to it, and I could choose them according to my preferences.

“Oh, so a notepad computer can be connected to an external keyboard. I didn’t know that.”

“I did see an author actually do that, saying that he wanted a unique fan-shaped keyboard. Personally, I’m fine with the original equipment alone.

The attendant then told me that the computer operating systems could generally be cla.s.sified as Macintosh and Windows, and that for beginners, Windows would be the way to go. (perhaps the Macintosh users will get up and shout ‘I protest’!)

There was no need to be particular about the latest operating system. Naturally however, it’s not a good thing to use a particularly old one till a point where the software compare had stopped providing services for it.

“I see. What about the key word processing systems?”

“He told me of two well known ones.”

These two systems were ‘Microsoft Word’ and ‘Just Systems — Ichitaro’.

The attendant did say that it was merely a question of preference, but many companies did have Word pre-installed in them.

“But in j.a.panese input, the attendant strongly recommended the ‘ATOK’.”

“A tok?”

I drew the letters out with my finger as I answered Nitadori,

“4 capital letters, A, T, O, K.”

“I see. So what is the j.a.panese input system about? Though I do have a rough gist of things.”

“To put it simply, it’s an input system that can switch all the typed letters into hiragana, katakana and kanji. The computers sold in j.a.pan would all have such a system installed.”

However, Word itself did not have ATOK included, for ATOk was a software developed by the makers of ‘Ichitaro’, ‘Just Systems’.

The attendant also told me ATOK is currently the smartest way of inputting j.a.panese, and literary writers had high praises for it. ATOK also had an electronic dictionary attached to it, and would show the meaning of the word when typing. If my budget would allow, this software would certainly be more convenient.

“Actually, most of the authors I know of are ATOK users. Of course, I don’t understand anything about this, so he really helped me a lot out there.”

Also, the attendant did tell me that the basic software wasn’t very big (it didn’t take up a lot of storage s.p.a.ce), so I could save i