Akihabara.

Kazuto Mogami once again came to the bookstore he had visited before. Sitting at the counter was still the same person who gave him coffee last time. He looked like a boss. Kazuto Mogami’s purpose today was not to read books or read books.

It's for coffee.

After entering the bookstore, I went straight to the light novel section and found my novel in the corner of the bookshelf with the "New Arrival" label.

Today is the first day of the official release of "Abandon this garbage life, I will lead her on a journey until I witness her death.", referred to as "Travel Death", Mogami Kazuto, as the original author, is here for an on-the-spot investigation

sales situation.

Twenty minutes have passed since Mogami Kazuto entered the door. Within these twenty minutes, a total of three people picked up his book. Two of them just glanced at the illustrations quickly and put them back in their original places.

Only one person took him to the counter to check out after staring at the introduction on the back for a long time.

When the customer paid and left, Mogami Kazuto let out a long sigh of instinct.

Of the 682 yen paid by that customer, about 40 yen could go into Mogami Kazuto's pocket.

This reminded Mogami Kazuto of his new life when he had just started writing novels and would read about the increase in subscriptions every ten minutes.

But Mogami Kazuto noticed that the people who came to the light novel section were all men without exception.

The target customer group of this store seemed to be the women who had been sitting in the tea drinking area and secretly looking at him since he first entered the door.

Only girls would sit in the tea drinking area of ​​the bookstore, sipping coffee and leisurely looking at the books in their hands.

This may be Mogami Kazuto's prejudice, but at least the two times he came here, he didn't see any male who could sit in the lounge area and drink coffee all afternoon.

Oh, except Mogami Kazuto himself.

After thinking for a long time, Mogami Kazuto pulled out the first volume of "Traveler's Death" from the bookcase. After all, he still couldn't do the unethical thing of covering his own book on other best-selling works, so he turned around to check out.

I ordered a cup of coffee and sat down in the corner of the rest area. The sunlight slanting in from the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a beam of light on the pages of the book, and specks of dust were like flying elves, pacing on the pages and kissing his fingertips as they turned the pages.

One moment it covered the font, and the next moment it jumped to the back of Mogami Kazuto's hand.

The scattered hair on his forehead did not block his sight. He carefully checked the contents of the first volume, worrying that there would be typos and other printing problems.

Coffee, handsome guy, book.

Sitting quietly in the corner, his posture was casual and unrestrained, the sunlight fell on the pages of the book, his body, and the eyes of the surrounding female customers.

"Excuse me, please give me the same books as that gentleman."

"Me too."

"Ah, I want it too."

"Huh? Isn't this the light novel that A-Zhai reads? Forget it, please give me one too."

…

During the inspection process, Mogami Kazuto's brain gradually began to think about the plot of the story, and he had no time to pay attention to what was happening around him.

Since the purpose was to check for typos, Mogami Kazuto looked at it more carefully than usual. Whether it was the layout or the illustrations, Mogami Kazuto was quite satisfied.

And the women around them gradually changed from looking at Mogami Kazuto to looking at the novel in their hands. After reading it for a long time, they looked at Mogami Kazuto again, repeating this process.

It seems that by doing this, you can enter the world of the book with him.

Time never stops for anyone. Half the afternoon passed, and when Mogami Kazuto left the bookstore, the boss gave him another cup of coffee.

After boarding the train heading to Ueno, Mogami Kazuto felt unexpectedly calm.

Perhaps because he had given up a lot of things, Mogami Kazuto gradually became less concerned about some things that once affected his mood.

The scenery of August midsummer outside the window keeps going backwards.

After getting off the train, we waited at the park entrance of Ueno Station. Not far from here is Ueno Park.

I still have the memory of admiring the cherry blossoms in the park with Saori Konishi every spring during my childhood.

Starting from kindergarten, to elementary school, and then to middle school.

Almost every year, the Mogami family and the Konishi family appear in that place.

Smelling the fragrance of falling cherry blossoms, chasing and playing around the cherry trees, these memories came flooding in, trying to corrode Mogami Kazuto's unwavering heart.

Useless.

He was not able to resonate or be touched, and some were just emotional.

Mogami Kazuto never believed in the concept of mission, but I don’t know when, Mogami Kazuto had a strange idea.

Perhaps he came to redeem the original owner.

If even he is swallowed up by this memory, who will come to redeem him?

Therefore, Mogami and Kazuto could not look back.

The scenery outside the tram can go backwards, but he cannot.

A line message rang on the phone. Mogami Kazuto replied casually and waited for another ten minutes. A young woman arrived late.

"Sorry, Kazuto, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Mogami Kazuto glanced at her. She was carrying a gift box that looked like a consolation gift. She seemed to be thinner than the last time he saw her.

As for the expression on her face, Mogami Kazuto didn't take a closer look, nor did he care.

"Let's go."

"Um."

As they walked on the way to the bus stop, the two of them said nothing. Mogami Kazuto was still the same Mogami Kazuto who didn't like to talk, but the reason for not wanting to talk became slightly different from the past.

"Kazuto."

"..."

"how are things?"

"Good."

"I heard that your novel has been released? Congratulations."

Mogami Kazuto glanced at her, and she slightly lifted her hair behind her ears, looking very apologetic: "I'm sorry, I asked Arisha about it."

"Well, it's on sale today."

"Well, it would be great if it could sell well."

Mogami Kazuto ignored such polite words and said calmly: "The car is here."

When they got on the bus, there were no passengers on it. The two of them sat down in the back row and watched Saori Konishi take the initiative to sit in the window seat. After hesitating for a while, Kazuto Mogami sat next to Saori Konishi.

Being too distant will only make him look shaken.

There is a saying that the antonym of like is not dislike, but indifference.

Hmm... There seems to be something wrong. It seems that this word should not be used for Saori Konishi, but that's roughly what it means.

After thinking about this, Mogami Kazuto tried his best to act calm and calm. Putting aside the complicated relationship between them, Konishi Saori has not done anything to feel sorry for Mogami Kazuto.

What she was sorry for was the original owner, and Mogami Kazuto should not have taken the place of him.

As for the two months of married life, it was regarded as fulfilling the dream of the original owner.

Outside the car window, the shops on the street recede all the way, like a revolving door that appears in the mind after death, twisting and twisting, each picture is extremely clear, but it cannot appear again.

Presumably in the future, I will never have the opportunity to ride in the same car with the woman next to me and think about the same thing.

Good.
Chapter completed!