Remake our Life! Volume 1 - 7 - Epilogue

 

 

 

Epilogue 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eiko Kawasegawa, Angry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remake our匚. -1

 

 

 

The first semester of Seminar 1 was scheduled to end with the spoon session held a few minutes ago, and the summer vacation was to begin after the explanation of the second semester next week. In other words, today was the last day of the first semester, and after this day, all the faculty members took a break.

 

…… This year, however, one room was an exception.

 

“I don’t get it!”

 

Eiko Kawasegawa, a first year student who had just entered the school this spring, was the one who was banging on the desk and snapping at Kano Misaki.

 

 

 

 

“Heh, let’s hear what you don’t agree with.”

 

In response, Kano Misaki also threw her legs up on the desk in an ill-mannered battle stance. “Why wasn’t that guy’s film number one in the overall evaluation of today’s spoon show?”

 

“Who’s that guy?”

 

“Who is he?” “Don’t be silly! It’s obvious. ……” Kawasegawa paused there for a beat in frustration.

 

“It’s by Kyoya Hashiba.”

 

“Well, I guess that’s it, that’s the only way.”

 

 

 

Kano, too, seemed to agree.

 

“The reason is simple. The reason is simple: it was too varied for a film, and it wasn’t the kind of film you make in class. But it was also the film that got the most applause.”

 

Kawasegawa countered.

 

“And I don’t know how you came up with that idea, but I couldn’t have given you that answer. Among the works that came out this time, there was one idea that I couldn’t understand.” “Really? You probably borrowed the wrong equipment and made it by accident.” “Well, I don’t see how such a trivial reason could have resulted in such a solid piece.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

 

Kano answered simply.

 

He picked up his lukewarm coffee,

 

“How can someone who has never done any kind of filmmaking before suddenly start using still images instead of moving images, and then post-recording the voices? Probably a combination of coincidences and accidents forced him to make it that way. Isn’t it natural to think that… Isn’t it natural to think that?

 

Kawasegawa fell silent. Indeed, that view was persuasive.

 

“That work was not created by thinking it through. That’s why, apart from the quality of the work, I don’t think highly of Kyoya Hashiba himself.

 

 

 

That’s why, apart from the quality of the work, I don’t have a particularly high opinion of myself.”

 

I end my speech there.

 

He sipped his coffee and continued.

 

“… It’s been a while since I’ve seen something so interesting. It’s been a while since I’ve found something interesting.”

 

“…. I’m sorry. I knew you’d appreciate it!”

 

“I wouldn’t praise it otherwise. I never praise anything unless it’s good, you know that, right?”

 

Kawasegawa fell silent again.

 

“But I’m not giving him credit yet. When he shows potential like this, not by chance, but because of his background, …… then I’ll give him a perfect score or whatever.”

 

“Is that as a director? Or as a producer?”

 

“I don’t know. If his success this time is the result of necessity, he may be a production with unusual problem-solving ability. If he is able to write a script and supervise properly, there is no such thing as a usable ‘producer’.” Kawasegawa shivered. He realized the meaning of Kano’s words.

 

“It’s like being told that if you don’t do your best work on the script, the director, or even the camera and sound, you’ll always be replaced.

 

 

 

If you don’t do your best, you’ll be replaced. The people on that team seemed to have noticed this, but when you’re smiling at someone like that on the set. You can’t do anything you don’t want to do.” Kano chuckled with a happy look on his face.

 

“Well, he doesn’t know what he’s capable of yet, and we’ll have to wait until he’s paired up with someone who knows what they’re doing. I’m not sure if it’s a fluke or if it’s a skill. …… Kano drank the rest of his coffee in one gulp.

 

“Yes, I agree with you. If it means we get to see Kyoya Hashiba’s talent again.”

 

“Well, I’m glad to hear you agree.”

 

Kano smiled,

 

“So, for the second semester, you’ll be working with Hashiba’s team.”

 

“E……, ha-atsu.”

 

Kawasegawa was so surprised that he let out a voice that he usually didn’t make.

 

“I told you, didn’t I? I said I’d try to pair you with someone who knows what they’re doing. You were convinced, and more importantly, you were interested in that guy.”

 

“No, it’s only because he seems to be a solid producer, and I was convinced because I thought it was someone other than you. I’m not sure why.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“That’s great, and now you’ll have another talent to go along with it. If you work together on the video production, you might find something else to love.”

 

“,ツ,ツ,ツ,ツ.”

 

“…… Or are you afraid? Kyoya Hashiba.

 

“Guts…”

 

I’m not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it’s a good idea. I don’t know you anymore!

 

And with that, he left the lab, his footsteps clattering. All that was left was Kano, holding an empty cup and looking appalled.

 

“No, Eiko, for now. ……”

 

In a desk full of clutter, I see one area that is tidy.

 

“In the event that you have any questions regarding where and the best way to get in touch with your loved ones, please do not hesitate to contact us. -Misaki Kawasegawa. Misaki Kawasegawa.

 

Only a few people in the department knew that it was written in the name part.

 

 

 

I’m not sure what to do with it, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.

 

After making a lot of noise over two meals, Shinoaki and I went to the club room to thank them. We spent a lot of time there, and before we knew it, the sun had already set. “I was watching anime in the club room and it passed before I knew it,” replied Shinoaki, walking beside me with his usual soft smile.

 

“,…. That’s right.”

 

But I couldn’t believe that smile anymore. I knew it again. Her bare desires as a creator. I should have been more devastated then. That night. That night when I was painting without letting anyone know. To this small, cute monster.

 

“Kyoya-kun.”

 

Suddenly, Shinoaki called out my name.

 

“You know that I draw pictures at …. You know I paint, right?”

 

 

 

For a moment, I felt dizzy.

 

“You saw it, you know it?”

 

Shinoaki seemed to blame me for that.

 

“I didn’t tell anyone, but… I don’t know why I didn’t lock myself in my room that one time.” His tone was relaxed. The tone was relaxed. It’s said that people feel an instinctive fear of the unknown, but to be honest, after that night, I couldn’t see Shinoaki as just a cute girl anymore.

 

“I’m sorry, I saw you without permission.”

 

I don’t know if it’s worth apologizing for, but I apologized honestly.

 

I still don’t really understand what the act of drawing means to her. But I do know that it’s not something she can easily talk about with others. “Can I ask you to listen to my story for a moment?”

 

“… Yes, of course.”

 

“I told you about Nukunoko-kun before, but I can’t do anything about my daily life either.”

 

I heard about Shinoaki’s life so far.

 

He said he couldn’t do anything. He was always s******g up in his daily life, and his grades at school were not good,

 

 

 

His athletic performance was also poor.

 

 

 

 

The only thing she could say she liked to do was to draw.

 

“But it doesn’t take shape at all. Nothing will grow from the point where I like to draw.”

 

Although he said this in a casual tone, Shinoaki’s words were very heavy.

 

“I’ve won some awards, but that’s not enough to make a living. …… I thought that if I studied photography and learned to use a camera, I might be able to work on TV. That’s why I came to art school.”

 

“That’s why I didn’t go into art or design.”

 

“To be honest, I didn’t have the courage to go to …… the art department.”

 

Shinoaki laughs.

 

“I wanted to draw, but I didn’t like it at all, and I didn’t have the confidence to do it, so I kept it a secret.” A silence passed between them. From the pond beside the road, I heard the sound of a mallard duck kicking the water.

 

What should I say to him? I wondered.

 

“I was wondering if the time would come when I would shine brightly like Kyoya-kun. But that didn’t come at all.”

 

“No, mine is …….”

 

 

 

I was about to say something, but stopped myself.

 

It wouldn’t help her if she said it was a fluke.

 

Shinoaki smiled sadly and murmured.

 

“I was just wondering if it would be easier if I quit painting…”

 

She may or may not have finished her words, or she may have already interrupted me. I walked quickly around in front of her.

 

I took her firmly by the shoulders with both hands, and said,

 

“No, no, no, absolutely not! You can’t stop drawing!

 

“Kyoya……-kun?”

 

Shinoaki was so surprised that he lost his voice.

 

Looking at his face, I realized that I had been shouting out loud.

 

“I…!”

 

You’ve saved me.

 

In all the pictures you’ll weave in the future. All the worlds those pictures lead to.

 

“Shinoaki is… I mean…”

 

I almost said it out loud.

 

I wondered what kind of artist she’d become in ten years. How big she is to me.

 

 

 

I was about to say.

 

“For me. To me. I mean.”

 

But I couldn’t say it.

 

Even if I had, nothing would have happened, and I’m sure they wouldn’t have believed me. So…

 

I said what I needed to say the most right now.

 

“I… I like your drawings.”

 

Because those were the words I wanted to say to her.

 

That’s what I really wanted to say to her.

 

Because they were the words I wanted to give to her who was fighting loneliness.

 

“… :. When we were filming, Kyoya-kun said that to me, didn’t he?”

 

Shinoki said instead of replying.

 

“He said that only I can do it, so please.”

 

“Yes, I did.”

 

He meant what he said then, too.

 

I had to tell the whole story in one cut. She was the only one who could respond to such an absurd request, because she had the power of painting.

 

“It was the first time in my life that someone said something like that to me, and it made me happy. And I was so

 

 

 

I was so nervous. I wondered what kind of person she was, and I wanted to know more about her.” Shinoaki was smiling. He was still smiling and looking at me with sparkling eyes.

 

“I’m going to do my best with Kyoya-kun as my goal,” he said, turning his face upward and looking up at the star-filled sky,

 

“I want to learn more about cameras, composition, and painting, and become someone who can draw the world Kyoya-kun wants to see.”

 

“Shinoaki: ……”

 

A truly great person is never satisfied, and will go on and on.

 

 

 

 

“What do you want to make, Kyoya?”

 

“What? . What?”

 

“What you want to make. I was wondering if you have a goal.” Shinoaki’s words brought back memories of ten years later.

 

I wanted to make a game. Like Succeedsoft’s new game, which I learned about on the way home after losing everything that day. Something where all the staff could aim high and engage in friendly competition. It was just a dream at the time, but now there’s a little bit of a possibility.

 

“Yes, Tsun, there is.”

 

“Can’t you tell me about that?”

 

“I can’t tell you right now.”

 

 

 

“That’s too bad. But I’m going to do my best to get into that group.” Shinoaki laughed and listened to me, looking very happy.

 

(… I’ll do my best so that you can say that to me 10 years from now.)

 

Making things, being a creator, is hard.

 

But it’s very stimulating, and the bottom and the top are unknown. ……

 

It’s the most interesting thing.

 

“Come on, let’s get out of here. I got a text from Nanako and Kanuyuki saying they haven’t eaten yet.”

 

“Oh, that’s great, I’ll have to go home and make it soon.”

 

They hurried home together, catching the humid night breeze. I will never forget the smile on Shinoaki’s face this night.

 

Before I knew it, the rainy season was over. The first summer of my university life, the second one for me, was about to arrive.