manga artist Kirito

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That's fucking insane!

Kiritani covered his forehead with one hand and then closed the disgusting page. Through his fingers, he saw that there were no new messages in his private inbox. Although those guys were making a lot of noise, this was already an official matter. Unless someone really wanted to draw good manga, they probably wouldn't join in the fun.

Moreover, Yui also explained the type of work and the characteristics of the art style in the post, so those artists who don't have enough confidence will naturally be even less likely to join in the fun... That's good, at least they don't have to see that annoying information.

However, just as Kiritani was about to close his laptop and go for a walk, a new message popped up in his inbox, and he instinctively clicked on it.

Kiritani glanced at it briefly, and closed the page without even finishing reading the extremely basic resume. The document included an attached image, featuring a muscular man striking a kingly pose... My eyes!

If it were face-to-face, Kiritani-kun really wouldn't mind teaching this guy what it means to bleed from a single punch...

At this moment, Kiritani-kun completely gave up on the idea of ​​finding an assistant on Twitter. In this world that values ​​appearance, even someone with an ordinary appearance is better than Wang. It's scary!

He closed his laptop, leaned back in his chair, and held a half-finished coffee in his hand. "Sigh! Making a little more wouldn't have been a problem..."

Then, the phone on the table rang. He hung up without even looking at it, turning his head to look at the drizzling rain outside the window. It was class time, but this was a PE class, and since it was still raining outside, he would most likely be studying in the classroom. Kirito-kun would much rather continue finishing the prologue of his new work here than in the classroom...

However, less than three seconds after hanging up, the phone rang again. Kiritani-kun squinted, his mind flashing back to the scene from the manga's prologue. He weakly reached out and picked up his phone from the table, swiping his thumb to answer the call.

He said lazily, "This is Kirigaya. Don't bother me if there's nothing wrong, and definitely don't bother me if there is something wrong. That's all..."

After saying that, he was about to hang up the phone...

"If you dare hang up, you're dead!"

Saya's voice was slightly different, and the woman's voice carried a hint of weariness.

"Are you out of your mind? How dare you disobey me and stay up all night? You probably want me to pin you down on the bed and beat you for three days straight!"

Kiritani could hear the weariness in the woman's voice, and immediately became dissatisfied, "Just relax a little bit on you and you're done..."

"No, it's just that Lingyin got her period yesterday, and since it was raining, she didn't want to go home. She and Strawberry stayed at our house and slept on our bed... Um, I slept in your bed, don't worry!"

"I'm not at all at ease! Have you met another crazy woman? Where did your composure and reliability from the other day go?"

"I was worried I'd cause you trouble. There were really a lot of people there, so of course I wanted to show my best side..."

"Ah! You did a great job back then, there'll be a reward later—did you think I'd say that?"

Kiritani raised his voice slightly, "Say what you have to say quickly, then get into bed... Hmm, I'll be generous and let you sleep in my bed."

"Oh! Is that so? — Anyway, you need an assistant, right?"

On the other end of the phone, Akane Kosaka lay on the bed with a laptop on her lap. The screen displayed Fujiwara Echizen's personal Twitter management page. She held her phone in her hand. "I just saw your post about big boobs and no brains... None of the new members in the club have that trait, but in terms of being able to work well with you—what do you think of me?"

Although I have brains, I'm actually a hidden big-breasted person!

"...Someone has already asked me this question in person."

Kirito opened his laptop and his fingers flew across the keyboard. He quickly located Akane Kousaka's current position and, confirming that she was in her apartment, rubbed his eyes. "But I refuse! What I, Kirito Kazuto, love most is saying no to women who think they're so great just because they have big breasts!"

I've seen everything I need to see. They might come back to me at any time, so what's the point of hiding anything from me?

"What about Strawberry? Lingyin, I think that's fine too. At least these two were with you before. Didn't you two recover to the way you were before when I was in the hospital?"

"Just shut up, I can't handle Strawberry's masochistic tendencies. You'll be swamped if Lingyin leaves..."

"...Ah! That's great, I guess I'll have to call you more often from now on."

Akane Kosaka smiled faintly, her lips pursed, "This way I can get more of your attention."

"But I'll help you find an assistant. Give me two days and that should be enough."

"Thank you for your help. Get some rest."

"It's nothing, I promised your parents I would take good care of you!"

Yes, yes, you've taken care of me since I was little. If it weren't for Asuna's appearance, you would probably have taken good care of me for the rest of your life.

Kiritani-kun closed her eyes, her breathing slightly heavy and labored. She wanted to say something, but... Sushi couldn't possibly be unaware of this, yet she remained unchanged, which proved that some things were useless even if spoken plainly.

"Then... that's settled."

Akane Kosaka hung up the phone, her slender arm falling naturally to her side. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. "That brat... can't I say a few more words? Honestly..."

"Forget it, if I really say more, I might not even know how to respond. I'll find my assistant first... I'll find my assistant first. His birthday is in a couple of days, then I can go over there legitimately... Hmm, I also need to prepare a new gift."

She opened a folder and looked at the densely packed names and other data. These were the artists' IDs, the characteristics of their artwork and style, and even evaluation data on the best possible quality they could achieve...

Ready to begin.

Then, she paused, scratched her long hair until it was all messy, closed the laptop, and went to sleep...

"Be good, be good...you can't see me anyway..."

the other side……

"This guy... seems a bit strange."

Kiritani-kun pursed his lips, glancing at the number on the call that had lasted less than two minutes. Even if it was just a casual conversation, I definitely wouldn't hang up. It's making me seem more and more like a scumbag…

"Heh heh heh! Kirigaya! You actually hid here? Don't you know you're in class? If you want to experience a blow that's too heavy for your life to bear, I'm happy to give you a good punch and let you have a good love-hate relationship with my fist!"

So loving and affectionate... and you want to help me masturbate in broad daylight?

Wow! I never expected you to be so quiet and adorable!

Kiritani-kun turned around with a subtle expression, looking at the mature saintess leaning against the door with a very elegant posture, and seemed somewhat helpless. "Shizuka, don't tell dirty jokes. It will affect your cute image in my mind."

Eh—Eh?

Cute and adorable...

Scratching the back of her head with one hand, Jingke suddenly chuckled foolishly, then realized what she had done, glared angrily at Kiritani-kun, and roared, "I didn't tell any dirty jokes!"

"Huh! He actually admitted it!"

With a surprised expression, Kiritani looked at the older single woman and said, "Have you reached the stage where you call yourself 'old lady'? How pathetic..."

"Close your eyes, my heart is aching so much!"

Shizuka threw an infuriating punch, but Kiritani-kun just stared at it, too lazy to even retaliate.

The wind from the punch ruffled her bangs, and the fist stopped just centimeters from Kiritani's face. Her face was filled with sorrow, and she clenched her fist twice in the air. Looking at Kiritani's unbelievably calm eyes, she finally flicked her index finger.

"Ouch! That hurts..."

Kirigaya-chan reached out and covered her forehead, tears welling up in her eyes. She hadn't expected Shizuka to actually do it in the end.

Shouldn't this composure be what makes her unable to act? Are all fantasy novels lies? Didn't they say that the calmer you are, the less people will dare to underestimate you? So it's not just fairy tales that are deceiving people?

...Okay, I forgot that hot-blooded idiots rely on brute force and shouting, and have nothing to do with showing off or slapping faces.

"Would it kill you to be gentle?"

"Yes! Consider it revenge that the entire school has started calling me Jing Ke'ai!"

I see, I see.

It's not just students anymore, even teachers are starting to call them that... But seriously, isn't being praised a good thing? Are you angry because you're embarrassed, or do you feel too ashamed?

"Ugh! Whatever, I think I might have a concussion. Could you please take me to the infirmary, Jing'er?"

"Fine, it's just a concussion!"

With a smile as warm and gentle as a Yamato Nadeshiko, Hiratsuka Shizuka looked down at Kiritani-chan like a warrior standing at the summit, her hands clasped tightly together, the knuckles cracking incessantly.

"Come on, I'll control my strength! — Grit your teeth, Kirigaya!"

"I'm so sorry, Jing'er, I shouldn't have thought you were cute!"

Kiritani lowered his head deeply. "If it weren't for me, things wouldn't have turned out this way—but it's okay. I have a slight connection with the student council president and the head of the news club. I'll reveal the fact that Shizuka is actually not cute at all as soon as possible. Don't worry, I'll do my best!"

"Give me……"

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up!"

Kiritani looked at her with a strange expression, deliberately lowering his voice slightly, "Seriously, you don't want people to call you 'cute,' but you also don't want people to call you 'not cute'... What a strange person! Ah! I feel like I'm just like Shizuka!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had just sat down, picked up her sketchbook and held it up in front of her face. "Don't look at me like that, it's disgusting..."

Kiritani shook his head repeatedly, his face serious like an old scholar. "No! I can't not watch it!"

A puzzled expression appeared on his face. "...Huh?"

"A woman like you, who's almost thirty, can be so relaxed. When I see that, I just don't understand why I'm so tired."

"I, Hiratsuka Shizuka, am going to beat you to death today! — If you don't die, I'll support you for the rest of your life!"

P.S.: Perfect attendance record for November!

As for perfect attendance in December... well, that seems a bit difficult.

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[NO.417 I will always love Junko Enoshima]

"Why do you teach?"

"To enable students to speak calmly and peacefully with people with intellectual disabilities!"

"Why do you learn martial arts?"

"So that people with intellectual disabilities can listen to me calmly!"

…………

In conclusion, Shizuka ultimately didn't kill Kirito-kun, perhaps thinking that keeping him alive meant she could take care of him for life?

At first, Jing Ke'ai noticed that one of the students in the classroom was missing when she passed through the corridor, which is why she came here. However, she has now sat down, seemingly preparing to slack off a little.

She leaned back in her chair, let out a long sigh, and looked very tired.

"I'm afraid it's going to get boiled... I mean, Jing'er, has someone in your family gotten married again?"

"...No, that's not true!"

She tilted her head, her words filled with sorrow, "There aren't that many people getting married... those who were supposed to get married have already done so."

After a moment's thought, Kiritani-kun said, "So, the reality is that your mom is forcing you to get married?"

She turned around, her expression a little unpleasant. "It's not so much that I'm being pressured, it's just... well, urging me to find a boyfriend soon."

...I'm already twenty-seven, almost thirty! My seventeen-year-old cousin has already found a boyfriend and is even getting engaged, damn it!

The pattering rain outside is like my tears...

"Indeed, one reaches middle age..."

"What did you say?

"Huh? I was talking about middle-aged people. These days, twenty years old is considered middle-aged. I'll be soon..."

Feeling the fierce look in Shizuka's eyes, Kiritani sighed blankly. But it's okay, Shizuka, I have a girlfriend!

I have a feeling you're thinking something really rude!

"Where."

Kiritani waved his hand demurely, then connected the drawing tablet to the computer. Since it was a self-study period, he couldn't afford not to study properly; the time was precious and couldn't be wasted.

"Hey Kirigaya, are you planning to draw a new work now?"

Jing Ke'ai rested her chin on one hand, her high, soft breasts leaning against the table. She glanced at the sketchbook beside her. "It's quite unique, isn't it? This art style—but hey, you dare to draw character designs in my class? You don't want to have a good time, do you?"

"certainly not."

Kiritani pursed his lips and deliberately lowered his voice, "It's not good to stare at you, so I drew something to distract myself..."

It was a very faint sound, but Jing Ke'ai still heard it, and then a slight blush appeared on her face.

Does this mean he keeps glancing at me without realizing it?

"Oh, by the way, I'm sending you the script for the new work now. Take a look at it later. Jing Ke'ai is also my editor. Before we start drawing the prologue, we still need to discuss the setting and plot with you."

After sending the script to Hiratsuka Shizuka's email address, Kiritani picked up his drawing tablet and began sketching the first scene of his new work.

Jing Ke'ai, on the other hand, took out the sketchbook with character designs, then took out her phone, opened her email, and opened the script for this new work.

"--Danganronpa!"

The story's main plot revolves around a government-approved school where graduation is practically a guarantee of success. When protagonist Makoto Naegi and 15 other highly accomplished students with diverse styles and talents attend their entrance ceremony, they encounter a teddy bear claiming to be the school's principal who declares, "Once you're in, you have to stay here forever. If you want to graduate and leave, just kill each other!" Thus, due to this absurd reason, these high-achieving students, trapped in this school of despair, are drawn into a conspiracy where only killing and being killed exists. The despicable "Class Trial" system, which undermines trust among students, further complicates matters, making the truth even more elusive…

As is customary, the protagonist is undoubtedly an ordinary Japanese high school student who enters the academy burdened with the seemingly useless title of "Ultimate Luck," relying on this luck and a "Ultimate Detective" girl to thwart the final conspiracy...

To be honest, in this kind of setting, it's really hard to truly trust someone who might betray you at any time, so—I will always love Kyoko Kirigiri!

"Can we decipher the criminals' methods by analyzing contradictions in their words during various murder cases?"