Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 113: My sword is not bad either

Chapter 113: My sword is not bad either
The news of the Youth Prize spread all over Japan in just one week.

Hokkaido, Kanto, Kansai, Kyushu, Shikoku.

Everyone heard about this event, which was open to all citizens, through television, newspapers and radio.

The rules for the auditions are quite simple, with questions being youthful and in any style.

Poetry, novels, short essays.

Write a manuscript that satisfies the judges, then publish it in a regional newspaper for voting, and the one with the most votes will be selected to enter the next round.

Snow-white manuscripts were flying everywhere, and Longchuan Che frowned when he went to Sumida District to enter the information of the shortlisted contestants.

"what happened?"

Taro Ono took his author to Sumida District early in the morning. He held the steering wheel with one hand and looked curiously at Toru Ryukawa who was frowning while holding a newspaper.

The newspaper was full of information about the competitions from all over the country. Longchuan Che put down the newspaper and said:

"It feels a bit strange. For such a large campaign, I feel like the auditions should be extended so that there is more national participation."

The Ministry of Education wanted a top-down literary reform and called on all regions to submit articles through the Youth Award.

In Ryukawa Tetsu's opinion, this kind of national movement should be easier to build momentum and interact with the public during the audition stage, rather than focusing on the collective creation of the shortlisted authors a few days later.

“It always feels too rushed.”

Ryukawa Toru put down the newspaper. He had a feeling that the Ministry of Education's activities this time were very urgent, as if they were chasing something and wanted to complete this national cultural movement within a month.

“It’s all thanks to you.”

Ono Taro smiled and flicked the ash out of the car.

"I?"

Ryukawa Toru was wearing youth clothes and holding up his face, and Ono Taro always felt that he was too lazy.

After he made some money from writing "Snow Country", he started to give up. He even burned half of the follow-up "Golden Pavilion" and left it in Shuzenji Temple.

“The Youth Award essay competition was actually proposed a long time ago.”

As the car drove along the crowded lane, Taro Ono pointed in the direction of the Diet.

"But there are many things involved, and it wasn't until some time ago that someone suddenly took the lead and implemented it."

Class literature has always been against the government, and those in the cabinet are not fools. There has always been a new cultural movement to dilute the influence of the other side.

"As for why we are in such a hurry." Ono Taro smiled.

"Because of the Akutagawa Prize."

"Akutagawa Prize?" When Ryukawa Toru heard the familiar name again, he was stunned for a moment, then nodded in understanding.

"Playing in the ring?"

"almost."

The Akutagawa Prize is the most talked-about pure literature award every year, and every time it is released, it arouses heated discussions among the public.

This time the government wants to use the new award to suppress the old award.

"What does this have to do with me?" Long Chuan Che shook his head, still not understanding how this had anything to do with him.

The Akutagawa Prize selection is about to end, and the Youth Prize has just begun, so no matter how hard you try, they can't catch up.

When Ryukawa Toru was rushing to Sumida District.

The University of Tokyo is one of the two national universities in Japan.

Early in the morning, a group of students from the Faculty of Literature gathered at the door.

Some of them are seniors who have studied for several years, and some are freshmen who have just been admitted to the University of Tokyo.

Today, we were gathered together by our instructors and we all went to Sumida Ward to complete our submissions for the Youth Award.

The Youth Award is a major movement in the literary world. Regardless of the government's purpose, these talented students who are engaged in academic research and study will not miss this opportunity to become famous.

Among them were excellent writers, and some were students majoring in art. At this moment, they were all looking at a young man at the school gate boasting about what he had seen and heard in Xiuchan Temple.

"First, Nanquan killed the cat, then he cursed Shinyan and caused the country to fall. My idol scolded Mr. Gong Cheng and he hasn't recovered yet." I'm afraid that Longchuan Tetsu didn't expect that the prolonged discussion between him and Monk Hongping would have such a big reaction.

Akutagawa postponed, Youth Prize cancelled.

The massive national movement is rushing to absorb the biggest momentum in this year's cultural circle before the Akutagawa Prize is announced and to suppress the voice of mainstream literature to the lowest level.

"It's not an exaggeration for Mr. Gong Cheng to call me a great threat to the literary world."

Ying Sili, the young man whom Longchuan Tetsu had met in Shuzenji Temple, sighed after telling his seniors what he had seen and heard in Shuzenji Temple.

"Is it true, Yingsi?"

Some people in the crowd laughed. This group of people knew each other in Tokyo, and the story of Ryukawa Toru was only spread in a small circle.

After all, it is not very glorious for people in the literary world. After listening to Ying Sili's boasting, someone in the crowd laughed and refuted:

"Who does he think he is, if he dares to speak the truth about the destruction of a country?"

Most of the students who were able to get into the University of Tokyo were arrogant and proud. When they heard Ying Sili, a famous second-generation rich man in Tokyo, praising a young man, several seniors expressed their disdain.

At that time, Ryukawa Toru not only cursed the monk Hongping, but also cursed the founding principles of the Shingon sect.

They have never read "The Golden Pavilion", and under the influence of mainstream literature they are not willing to read "Snow Country".

"When the Shingon sect was in Nandu and Beiling, it was a public tool to protect the country. Later, it became a new social trend to help the people and save the world, to break the old and establish the new. He is a high school student who knows nothing, but he is talking about the right and wrong of Master Gong Cheng."

Dongda is the base of Monk Hongping and has many supporters.

One or two young men asked with a smile.

"Has your idol ever done anything amazing?"

The biggest problem with Longchuan Che's discussion was that he cursed too much.

Not only was the Japanese literary world represented by Monk Hongping and others stagnant, but even the Shingon sect, which represented Japanese Buddhism, was also criticized.

People in many circles know that class literature suppresses new literature. Now the literary ideas derived from Shingon Buddhism are also being criticized. Many young people who are eager to protect their lives and defend their country cannot accept this.

They are noble, they are great.

They did not seek fame or fortune but wanted to protect the country, but now they have been degraded by Longchuan and are worthless.

Hearing what his senior said, Ying Sili coughed.

He also felt that Longchuan Tetsu had scolded too much at that time, otherwise he would not have been able to make Monk Hongping so angry.

Ryukawa Che, who wrote "The Golden Pavilion" in the hope of continuing a new round of class literature, denounced his own cultural concepts, which was no different from practicing Buddhism and creating a big devil.

"I didn't say that."

Ying Sili curled his lips, and when he looked around, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He had just started school and had no time to develop interpersonal relationships.

At this time, I saw students in the crowd who were going to sign up and submit their works.

A girl is wearing white over-the-knee socks and a black pleated skirt.

Her long legs looked like straight sycamore trees under the sun, and her face looked pure and seductive.

"Hello classmate, are you also going to participate in the Youth Award?"

Hearing that Ryukawa Toru would also be attending the Youth Award, Takeda Akane stared blankly at the manuscript.

When she looked up, she saw Ying Sili who was surrounded by people.

The young man has a decent appearance, but his clothes are fancy.

It has a very playboy vibe. Takeda Akane thought about it and nodded.

"Can you tell me more about your idol?"