Master of the Machete Style Manga

Chapter 46 Everything is under control

"Forty-year-old mulberry tree, did you hear that?"

"Hmm...I heard that, what was that sound?"

"Is that Teacher Sanyue Chun?"

"Is Teacher March Spring speaking?"

"She seems to be asleep..."

"I gonna go see."

Shishihara got up and went to Mikazuki Haruna's table.

Mikazuki Haruna was still lying on the reclined ergonomic chair, her head slightly turned to the side, her chest rising and falling evenly, fast asleep.

However, her lips moved slightly, as if making a sound.

"Don't even think about running away..."

"What draft? Stop drawing and give me the draft first."

"Are you only kissing here? What about there...?"

"If once isn't enough, I want to..."

"Mmm... Again, again..."

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts... Don't do this..."

Forty-Haru turned around and looked at the other three manga assistants, who all stared at him with wide eyes.

"What happened to Teacher Sanyuechun?" the assistant sitting closest to her asked.

Forty Yuan frowned in thought, but couldn't figure out the specific reason.

"Maybe I'm dreaming?" Forty-Yuan said.

"So... what did Ms. San Yuechun dream about?"

Forty-Yuan smiled slightly and said, "It's probably because I dreamed about things between me and my boyfriend."

"Eh? Does Ms. San Yuechun have a boyfriend?"

"It could be an ex-boyfriend, too."

"Haha, always thinking about her ex-boyfriend shows that Ms. Sanyue Chun is nostalgic."

What about you? Do you miss your ex-boyfriend?

"What are you thinking? My current boyfriend is so much better than my ex-boyfriend." She held up five fingers.

"Wow, that's really impressive. Tell me, how did it feel..."

The assistants began to chat in hushed tones.

Forty-Yuan checked the time; an hour had already passed.

Haruna just told her to wait an hour and come back to wake her up.

So, Forty-Bran walked over to Haruna and gently nudged her shoulder.

There was no response when he pushed her, so Forty-Hara increased the force and shook her again, and Mikazuki Haruna suddenly opened her eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Forty Plain standing next to him.

She stared at Forty-Haru with wide eyes for several seconds before shaking her head, lightly patting her forehead, and saying, "Only an hour...?"

"March Spring Teacher, it's been over an hour, I'm a little late," said Forty Plain.

"Oh...get it..."

Mikazuki Haruna adjusted the lever under the ergonomic chair, and the seat back straightened up again.

Seeing that Shigohara was still standing there, Mikazuki Haruna asked in confusion, "Shigohara-san? Is there anything else?"

"Oh...no, it's nothing...I'll continue drawing."

Forty immediately returned to his position.

The four assistants exchanged glances, then silently pretended not to have heard anything and continued with their work.

Haruna rested her hands on the table, with the original manuscript of "Young Lady, Sniper Rifle, and Pantyhose!" in front of her.

Just now, that guy wanted to sit down and draw, but she stopped him.

Then she swept the sketch aside and sat on the desk in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the high-rise apartment, hugging his back.

That feeling is quite magical.

She felt a deep connection with him; they had done everything together, so nothing she did was surprising. Then she thought back to that man she'd seen at Shueisha, also named Ken Sakamoto…

Why do I keep dreaming about him...?

Mikazuki Haruna pressed her hands to her temples, utterly perplexed.

Could it be that we were lovers in a past life, and I only recently remembered things about our past lives?
Wait a minute, if it's a "past life," shouldn't it be ancient times?
But it's a modern room, and it's my own home...

Her parents bought that house a few years ago. She has been there a few times, but has not lived there for long.

It feels like time in dreams isn't just the present, it might even be the future.

But when she tried to look at things with time markers, they were all blurry and unclear.

Why don't we try to meet Ken Sakamoto, the artist of "Chainsaw Man"?
Then ask him face to face...

……

Ken Sakamoto tugged at his pants.

I realized I was back in reality.

Looking at the dilapidated room, the open windows, and the fluttering curtains.

Feeling the cool breeze blowing into the room, he let out a long breath.

Thankfully, it was just a dream.

I almost thought I was back in that terrible hellish situation.

Don't be fooled by how enthusiastically he was doing it; he was actually incredibly flustered inside.

Because he was suddenly a little distracted, his movements slowed down, and she kicked him in the chest in a complaining manner.

That guy even tried to kick him in the face, but Sakamoto Ken skillfully dodged it, then grabbed her ankle and lifted it up.

Haruna's limbs are not as flexible as Mio's; she begs for mercy in pain if you bend her even slightly.

If it were Mio, she could simply do the splits while standing.

I glanced at the time and realized I'd actually slept for over an hour.

I was just carrying her to the big balcony outside.

The high-rise apartment offers a very open view. Looking out from the balcony, all you see are low-rise buildings. No matter what you do here, no one can see you, and you can enjoy the feeling of freedom in the open air.

Suddenly, Haruna in his arms froze, the scene before her eyes collapsed, and after a moment of dizziness, she woke up...

This is the first time I've dreamt about what happened last week; my feelings are quite complicated.

On that day, ten years later, around the same time of day as now, in the same sunlight, they stabbed me in the back.

It's been a month since I was reborn, and I thought I had overcome my psychological trauma, but it seems I haven't.

Since you dreamed about the details of last week's story, it means that you are thinking about those things.

Thinking back to the beginning of my last playthrough, when I was first reborn in Tokyo.

After a brief period of adjusting to the world, Ken Sakamoto didn't care about the mess at home at all.

I treated that life like a romance visual novel, feeling like I was the male protagonist of a Tokyo romance novel I liked to read at the time.

Oh well, since we can start over now, everything is under control.

But I must say, the experience in that dream was pretty good; I've never had such a realistic dream in my life.

Mio Natsume told him that she had been having similar dreams lately.

She said that in that dream, they were together, living in this run-down apartment.

Not only Mio, but Haruna also mentioned in an interview with Shueisha that her book "Young Lady, Sniper Rifle, and Pantyhose!" originated from a dream.

Although neither of them explained it in detail, Ken Sakamoto now suspects that they both dreamed about things from last week's story.

So, when I was reborn, I also affected them in some ways?
Ken Sakamoto sat down at his desk, twirling a pen in his hand, and pondered deeply.

First, we can rule out the possibility that they were also reborn, otherwise they would already be at our door with hatchets.

That means that my rebirth brought me with all the memories from my previous life.

They just have some strange dreams.

Complete memories vs. dream memories – that's the information gap.

I can take advantage of this information gap, since I only have to deal with the two of them at most.

If you can't even handle this, then last week's playthrough was a complete waste.

(End of this chapter)