My Bungo system is a little different

On a Sunday morning, on the second floor of the western restaurant that Oda Sakunosuke frequented.

Five children under the age of ten sat in a semicircle, and the older boy in the middle sat casually, with an open book on his lap.

"Tonight is as heavy as human suffering... Caligula, see you in history!" The boy turned to the last page of the book and read the ending gently, "I'm still alive!"*

There was a moment of silence in the room.

After a few minutes, the only girl among the five children and also the youngest child said with some embarrassment: "Brother Dante, I actually can't understand the story you are reading."

The boy showed a nonchalant smile: "It's okay, Saku, after all, I read it for Oda Saku."

Several children made "Huh?" voices together, only one boy shyly did not make a sound.

"But it seems that Yu also likes it very much. Isn't that great, Odasaku?" The boy turned his gaze to the only adult in the room sitting beside him.

"Hmm. It's a good script." Oda Sakunosuke, who was folding the children's clothes, replied.

It was a beautiful morning, the air was clear and the sun was bubbling with joy and life.The fine dust in the room floats and swims randomly in the air, gathering and dispersing at times, and the light from the window draws clear shadow lines on the wooden floor.People and objects in the house are in a delicate harmony - bright, dynamic, integrated.

Today is Oda Sakunosuke's free day, and he came to visit the children early in the morning.And "Dante", since the young poet's trust in Oda was so high that he brought him to meet the children, he was the only one who gained his trust and was quite free, spending a lot of time with the children , and quickly changed his mind to call him 'Oda Zuku' like the children.

"Dante" looked at the children who were laughing and playing again, with a gaze of quietly appreciating everything in his eyes.He put away the "Caligula" he had just read aloud, and bent the knee of one leg.

The spot of light fell on the side of the boy's face, which had not shed the fine fluff, and there was a shimmering sense of demarcation.

At this moment full of infinite warmth and tolerance, Oda Sakunosuke suddenly heard the boy speak to himself.

"Go and submit, Odasaku." "Dante" said in a tone like "pick up the pen from the ground".

Not understanding why this topic was brought up suddenly, Oda was stunned.Of course, his expression was still impeccably calm.

"You've written a lot. How about taking a step forward?" The boy turned his upper body completely towards Oda, with a determined smile on his face, "Just take it as a challenge for yourself?"

Formal submission?

Oda, who already had several stacks of scrap paper under his hand, felt that this word never seemed to enter his mind.

"Try it, we all have super confidence in Oda Saku, don't we?" "Dante" purposely pulled the children into his words.

Hearing five uneven but firm "yes", Oda felt a little shaken.

In the past few months, he could only write on a semi-standalone computer. Although everyone around him knew what he was doing, the completed practice pen was actually only read by "Dante"—not because others didn't want to read it, but because Oda himself declined it.

During the months spent practicing writing, he felt more and more powerless to reach that ending on the pen.

I am like a mountaineer who is at a loss in front of Lingshan, the highest peak in the world, with only a small ice stick. **

It is said that novice writers will feel that what they write is useless for a period of time, and Oda is almost at this stage.

As if seeing the true thoughts in Oda's heart, "Dante" interrupted his thoughts: "Although heresy should not be quoted, it seems that the standard can be relaxed in the field of literature. I remember the Gnostics said, The only way to keep from sinning is to commit it, because from then on you will be better off. Fifty pages of dubious paper, if there are a few good lines in it, are rewarding. After all, producing It takes 1000 roses to be thrown into the flames for a small bottle of perfume."

For a moment, the boy's exhortation was closer to the persuasion of the devil, but when Oda wanted to think about it carefully, he felt that it was just the other party's honest and heartfelt words.

"Do you think I'm ready to submit?" he finally asked, as if giving up.

"A work is never perfect. But, yes, I think your writing can already face the test of the public." The young man seemed a hundred times more confident than the author himself.

Feeling a kind of pressure under the expectant eyes of "Dante", who obviously just didn't cross the line, Oda Sakunosuke finally expressed his agreement very eccentrically.

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On the second day of the party at the owner of the western restaurant, "Dante" brought him a newspaper.

After reading it for a while, Oda Sakunosuke immediately understood the other party's intentions.

Newspapers are targeted for contributions.Now is the time to compete for this year's Newcomer Award.

It's something he doesn't think too much about himself.

In fact, it is strange that "Dante", an ancient person who came from time travel, would pay attention to these things, but because of Oda's wonderful tolerance, the whole thing seems very natural.

writing.

Without directly using the old manuscript, nor revising the old work, Oda Sakunosuke finally started to write a new novel from the beginning.

His goal in writing was to complete the ending of the novel "Why Killers Don't Kill Anymore".

No, it should be said that it is the same now.

It's just that after Oda Sakunosuke wrote line after line on the paper, other scenery gradually got into his stubborn head.

For example, this time, thinking that he wanted to write a manuscript for the newspaper and maybe publish the novel, he subconsciously began to write about children.

kids and friends.

The past as a 'killer' seems so far away that it seems to be another life. What comes to mind is the image of the children playing and the three of them drinking and chatting in Lupine.

The process of emotion and experience flowing from the tip of the pen to the paper is like spinning cotton wool into thread and then weaving it into cloth.

How did you feel when you rescued the children in the dragon head struggle, and how did you feel when you decided to raise them up.

How did you feel when you invited Dazai to go to Lupin with your body covered in a mess for the first time, and how did you feel when you read Ango's life records for the dead.

What ended up on paper was the story of an ordinary man raising a few kids and going out drinking with friends.

All in one go.

Oda Sakunosuke stopped writing.

Halfway through the writing, he felt that the character he created was completely unlike himself; but at the end of the writing, when the hero started a day that was nothing special like before, he felt that the character was indeed from himself. Body stripped.

The article can be said to be very warm, but the mood of the author who has completed the novel is rare and complicated.

Very naturally, Oda recalled what "Dante" once said to him: "All creation is separation, birth is separation, at least as solemn and solemn as death."

This is the first time he really confronts his 'creation'.

Oda Sakunosuke is an author who writes about himself. He not only draws materials, but also absorbs more in his novels.

A kind of uneasiness growing from writing made him re-find the things he projected in the new work he just completed after writing.

Oda deliberately changed to the reader's perspective to observe this "reflection" created by himself.

The friendship of the hero and his friend.

The relationship between Oda Sakunosuke, Dazai Osamu, and Sakaguchi Ango.

He has always respected the special atmosphere in Lupin—the three of them are like soldiers who meet by chance on a desert battlefield and sit around a bonfire. , share this pure and short time with each other. ***

While always drinking together by coincidence, we are also tacitly looking forward to the next meeting.However, on the other side, even the word 'friend' is not easily exported.

Is it just to abide by the rules of the so-called Mafia not to spy on other people's hearts?

Now that I think about it, that's not the case.

The man named Oda Sakunosuke stopped on his own initiative, so the three of them just looked at each other tacitly in the dark night.

Of course, the other two did not express their desire to get closer.

Dazai always makes hilarious remarks at just the right moment.Even when he was drunk, Ango just complained that the novel was not to his liking.

In a sense, the three of them have been pretending to be stupid by default for a year.

Is this enough?

How many times you want to say something but stay on the tip of your tongue.The urge to do something often arises in my heart but stays in my imagination.

Oda Sakunosuke's gaze stayed at the end of the novel he had written in one go.

That is a development trend that is very similar to but different from reality.

A premonition similar to that when I made up my mind to start writing rose in the writer's heart.

The sun is about to set.

And the time of sunset is also limited.As long as the sun isn't submerged farther down the horizon, the last chance remains.Before shadows cover the way and everything is swallowed up by night.

Once again he has made a decision.

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Another month or so passed.

"Dante" looked at the name "Ryukichi Suzuki" of the "Newcomer Award" winner in the newspaper and smiled with satisfaction.

And the other side.

Sakunosuke Oda, who was communicating with the editor sent by the newspaper, said with his natural expression unchanged for thousands of years: "At the beginning of the last serialization, can I add a paragraph? I want to express there Thanks to my two friends for their continued support.”

His request was granted.