[A genius writer who died in a foreign country...]
[The final chapter of Watching the Moon on Izayoi—"The Saint"]
[It is called the last song of the Moon-Watching Trilogy by people from the publishing house, so please stay tuned]
[Another newcomer in the literary world died of suicide...]
[Warm congratulations to President Tsushima for winning the championship in the World Archery Competition——]
[This is the roar from the Demon King——]
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"Watching the moon on Izayoi..."
"It must be that talented beautiful girl writer..."
"I've heard of her."
"Their previous school was very famous and notoriously arrogant..."
"After all, he is a great and powerful writer..."
"How could someone like her choose to commit suicide?"
"Who knows? Maybe I ran out of inspiration."
"Anyway, I don't really like her novels..." someone said casually.
"I have read every book written by Miss Mochizuki. Of course a naive idiot without a brain can't read it." Someone said in a bad tone.
"You call me a naive fool without a brain?!"
"Then what books do you think you can read? I'm afraid I can only read the novel about a harem in another world."
"Damn-"
The two immediately struggled into a ball.
Shuji Tsushima walked past the people who were whispering with a calm expression.
They immediately lowered their heads quietly.
He walked to the person who was fighting and stopped.
"It doesn't matter. Is there something... that can't be solved without fighting?" The black-haired boy with wild eyes had a cold expression, but his left eye outside the bandage was a little worried.
What's the point of fighting like this...
I really want to hand each of you a gun or knife.
Everyone standing in the corridor held their breath quietly.
"No...we...we just..."
"Friendly exchange, yes, friendly exchange..."
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha..." Facing the death gazes cast by others, the two fighting men quickly rubbed the back of their heads and pretended that nothing happened.
"Is that so..." The young man looked at them.
"That's great." He nodded lightly and left.
It wasn't until the young man passed by and couldn't see his back that everyone exhaled softly.
"Master Tsushima is back..."
"Super gentle, Master Tsushima..."
"I watched the game, and it was as strong as ever without any opponent..."
"Tsushima-kun is the world champion..."
People were talking quietly behind their backs.
"You are truly worthy of being the president of Tsushima Club."
"As expected of Tsushima-kun."
…
Class A for three years.
As soon as Shuji Tsushima pushed open the classroom door, he heard a series of crackling sounds.
As well as the sound of whistling and fireworks and ribbons floating all over the classroom.
"Tsushima-kun, congratulations on winning the championship——!" cheers started, led by the Mediterranean class teacher.
Shuji Tsushima:……
The young man was stunned for a moment with his head covered with colorful ribbons.
Smiled slightly.
"Thank you everyone." His eyes were sad and gentle.
"Tsushima-kun's game was so exciting! It gave me a feeling..."
"Ah, it is indeed Tsushima-kun."
"The undisputed champion..."
"By the way, I heard that Izayoi Mochizuki is also in the United States. Tsushima-kun, you and she were on the news together..."
"What is the relationship between Tsushima-kun and Miss Izayoi?"
A group of people gathered around curiously.
"Is Miss Izayoi really cold and unkind?"
"I heard she was a self-righteous, arrogant genius..."
People are constantly speculating on the personalities of people they have never interacted with.
"Miss Mochizuki is a person who doesn't care about anything." The black-haired boy sat in his seat. The sunlight outside the window shone on him, as if it had its own halo, but he felt no warmth at all, only a deserted melancholy.
.
"Don't care about anything?" Someone said in a puzzled tone.
"In this case, why did she write so many books? Isn't it to make money?" someone asked doubtfully.
"Yeah..." Someone nodded in agreement.
"Because Miss Mochizuki wanted to write, so she wrote." The black-haired boy lowered his eyes and looked at the book on the table.
"Some people say that Izayoi Mochizuki has a steady stream of inspiration in his mind. What do you think, Tsushima-kun?"
"...When I met Miss Mochizuki, she was also thinking about stories in her mind." The young man sighed vaguely.
Sometimes Izayoi Mochizuki can't see other people at all. As long as he has a pen and a notebook, he can stay alone for a long time quietly.
Oh, you can do it without a pen and notebook.
As long as she can think, there will be an endless supply of stories.
And Izayoi Mochizuki lives in a world in her own mind.
"Hey... he is really a genius..." someone sighed with emotion.
I thought Izayoi Mochizuki’s genius status was just a package of capital.
"Ah." Tsushima Shuji responded.
"But Tsushima-kun is also a genius! A better genius than Miss Izayoi Mochizuki!" someone said unconvinced.
Shuji Tsushima:...I haven't written yet.
At least wait until I become a writer before comparing me to Izayoi Mochizuki...
Although in a sense, what you said is correct.
But the Tsushima Shuji you know...is not a writer!
"Everyone... thinks too highly of me." The young man said shyly.
Wouldn't it be better to compare yourselves with Miss Mochizuki...
Shuji Tsushima, ran out of the classroom carrying the desk/bushi
The rooftop still remains the same.
The sofa is still clean, and there are even parasols and tea tables around it.
Afternoon tea can be had at any time.
[The cub is back——]
[Zai Zai is here——]
The birds near Teiko Middle School heard the news and came.
Tsushima Shuji was once again surrounded by various birds:...
He calmly sprinkled a few bags of bread slices aside.
Then I lay leisurely on the sofa and watched the birds eating quietly.
Crows and white doves rested on his arms and shoulders at the same time.
He didn't care, still lazily leaning on the sofa, teasing them all the time.
"You guys are also very free..." He said in a leisurely tone.
He stood up, and crows and doves flapped their wings and floated in the air.
The young man stood on the edge of the rooftop fence and stretched out his arms. Crows and white doves rested on his arms.
"Fly." He said with an unobvious smile.
The crows and white doves that stayed on his arms took flight as he wished, and behind him, large numbers of flying birds circled for a long time.
…
[Help.——pernod]
[Shirley ran away.——pernod]
[If you don’t save me, I might be killed by Gin.——pernod]
Shuji Tsushima blinked as he looked at the messages that kept popping up on his phone.
"I finally ran away..." He couldn't help but sigh.
It's not in vain that he opened the back door for the other party.
[You can run away.——cahors (Cahors)]
On the other side, Penuo, who was in the laboratory, checked the monitor, but found nothing.
The corner where Shirley was originally held was only an empty chain.
"Ah, I already had a premonition that Gin would kill me..." Peino, wearing a white coat, stood there and touched his forehead helplessly.