Zaimokuza is Noval author

I am not the same as Zaimokuza. I was the same as Zaimokuza.

Hachiman is a fairly rare name, so I had a phase where I thought I might

be special in some way. Having liked anime and manga since I was little, it

was inevitable I'd fall prey to such delusions. Everyone, at one point or another, lies in bed at night and imagines they have some kind of hidden powers and that one day those powers will suddenly awaken—entangling them in a battle to determine the fate of the world—and keeps a Diary of the Celestial Realm in preparation for the time that will come, and writes a quarterly report for the government about it, right? You don't?

"Well, you know. Maybe I was like that as a kid, but not anymore."

"I'm not so sure about that." Yukinoshita smiled mischievously, leaving

me and approaching Zaimokuza. Watching her go, the thought suddenly crossed my mind: Am I really so different from him?

The answer was yes.

I don't have those stupid delusions anymore. I don't write in my Celestial

Diary anymore or write reports for the government anymore. The most I write these days is a list of people I hate, and the first name on that list is, of course, Yukinoshita.

I don't assemble Gundam models and play with them while making action

noises or combine clothespins to make the ultimate robot. I've also outgrown training with self-defense weapons made from rubber bands and aluminum foil. I've stopped cosplaying with my dad's long coat and my mom's fake fur scarf.

Zaimokuza and I were different.

While I uncertainly arrived at that conclusion, Yukinoshita stood before Zaimokuza, and Yuigahama whispered, "Yukinoshita, run!"

Pretty sad, am I right?

"I think I understand. Your request is for us to cure your mental illness,

isn't that right?"

"Hachiman, I have come to this place so that my wish might be granted,

as per my agreement with thee. I hath but a single wish to ask of ye, though it is a truly noble and sublime ambition." Zaimokuza turned away from Yukinoshita to address me directly. He was mixing up his second-person pronouns and throwing in hath to boot. How confused was this guy? That was when I noticed something.

Whenever Yukinoshita spoke to him,

that idiot would turn my way instead. Well, I got why. If I didn't know what Yukinoshita was really like, she'd have flustered me every time she talked to me, and I wouldn't have been able to look her in the eye, either. But Yukinoshita lacked the empathy of the average individual.

She wouldn't treat a man and his innocent feelings with any kind of sensitivity.

"I'm the one speaking here. Look at me when I'm talking to you," she said

coldly, grabbing Zaimokuza's collar and forcing him to face forward. Yes, though completely lacking in manners herself, Yukinoshita was incredibly fussy over the manners of others. So fussy that I'd even started giving her a formal greeting every time I walked into the clubroom.

When Yukinoshita let go of his collar, Zaimokuza hacked away, coughing

for real. Apparently, this wasn't the time to be in character. "M-mwa…mwa- ha-ha-ha. You caught me with mine guard down!"

"And stop talking like that."

Her cold treatment caused Zaimokuza to fall silent and examine his shoes.

"Why are you wearing a long coat at this time of year?"

"Ahem-hem. This cloak is armor that protects mine body from miasma

and is one of the twelve sacred treasures I have always had in mine possession. With each of my reincarnations, I change it to a form most appropriate for that body. Fwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"Stop talking like that."

"Oh, okay…"

"Then what are those fingerless gloves? Is there a meaning to them? Your

fingertips are left unprotected."

"Oh, yes. Um…I inherited these from my past life, and they're one of

mine twelve sacred treasures, special gauntlets known as Overamd, from which I fire my Diamond Shot. 'Tis easier to use that skill with my fingertips free…and that's why! Fwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"Stop."

"Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha…ha…" His laugh, which had begun as a hearty one,

turned a little sad and wet sounding near the end. After that, he went quiet. Then, as if she'd taken pity on him, Yukinoshita's expression did a one- eighty, turning kind. "Anyway, you want us to cure that illness of yours, I take it?"

"Uh, I'm not sick, though," Zaimokuza said very quietly, averting his eyes

from her. He glanced at me uncomfortably. Now he was totally back to normal. Apparently, Zaimokuza lacked the capacity to stay in character with Yukinoshita staring straight at him, eyes blazing.

Agh! I can't stand to watch this anymore! Zaimokuza was just to

pathetic. It made me want to throw him a rope or something. Anyway, when I took a step to separate myself from the two of them, I heard something rustle at my feet. It was the source of the paper blizzard that had whipped through the room.

"This paper…" Lifting my eyes from the page, I looked around. They

were printed in a fixed grid of forty-two by thirty-two characters and were scattered everywhere. I picked them up, one by one, and sorted them numerically.

"Oh-ho, as expected, you understand with no explication. It seems we did

not endure that hellish time together for nothing."

Completely ignoring Zaimokuza's dramatic muttering, Yuigahama

studied the stack in my hands. "What's that?" I handed her the bundle of papers, and she flipped through, inspecting them. A question mark floated above her forehead as she attempted to read through it before she sighed deeply and returned the heap to me.

"I think it's a novel draft."

That got a reaction from Zaimokuza, and he cleared his throat to return us

to the topic at hand.

"Your discernment obliges me. That is indeed the draft of a light novel.

I'm thinking about submitting it to a contest for new writers, but as I have no

friends, I have no one with whom to seek counsel. Please read it for me."

"I feel like I just heard something very sad delivered very casually," said

Yukinoshita.

You could say that trying to write a light novel is the logical consequence

of a case of M-2 syndrome. It is indeed reasonable to want to give shape to the things you've continually yearned for. It's also perfectly normal to think, Well, I daydream a lot, so I can write! Furthermore, if you can make a living doing what you love, that's a very fortuitous thing. So there was nothing mysterious about Zaimokuza writing a light novel. The mystery was why he was coming all this way to show it to us.

"There's submission sites and threads and stuff. Why don't you just post it

online?"

"I cannot! Those people are without mercy. If I were to receive such harsh

criticism from them, I think I'd die."

What a wimp.

But it's true that people on the Internet, whose faces you can't see, can be

pretty blunt and inconsiderate, while friends will be kind and gentle and say placating things. Most people with the sort of relationship I had withZaimokuza would find it hard to be harsh. There's something about looking someone in the eye that makes it hard to give them a biting critique. You'd probably put it as delicately as possible. That is to say, most people would.

"But you know…"

I glanced to the side with a sigh. When my eyes met Yukinoshita's, she looked puzzled. "I think Yukinoshita would be more merciless than a

submission site."

***

Yukinoshita, Yuigahama, and I all took home copies of the draft that

Zaimokuza had given us and decided to spend the night reading it. If I were to categorize Zaimokuza's novel as a certain genre, I'd call it a school superhero story. Set in a certain urban region of Japan, it had secret organizations, people with superpowers and memories of their past lives, scheming, and then the main character—the kind of normal boy you'd see anywhere—has his hidden powers awaken. Finally, there's a big spectacle of the hero defeating one villain after another.

By the time I was done reading it, the sun was rising, so I ended up

sleeping through most of my classes the next day. But even so, I somehow got through a listless sixth period, endured a short homeroom, and decided to go to the clubroom.

"Hey! Wait, wait!" Just as I was entering the special-use building, I heard

a voice calling out behind me. When I turned, I saw Yuigahama running up to me with a thin bag over her shoulder. She seemed particularly energetic as she came up to walk beside me. "Hikki, you look tired! What's wrong?"

"Come on, of course I'm tired after reading that brick! I'm so sleepy.

Actually, I'd like to know how you could read that thing and still have energy the next day."

"Huh?" Yuigahama blinked. "Oh, o-of course.Man, I'm so tired."

"You didn't read it, did you?"

Yuigahama didn't reply to my question. She just started humming

something while looking out the window. She was trying to play dumb, but there was sweat dripping off her cheeks and the back of her neck. I'd have liked seeing her blouse turn transparent…

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