Uneasy daily life

With a serious expression, Yukino Yukinoshita took a sip of coffee.

Why omit the subject? This sentence lacks any character traits, and suddenly omitting the subject leaves the reader wondering who is speaking.

Why use the verb 'poke' to express a powerful action?

Let's take a look at the plot.

Continue reading.

Yukino Yukinoshita picked up her coffee and took a sip.

Why did the female lead suddenly take off her clothes?!

This request is more difficult than expected; perhaps we should first conduct research on the light novel environment.

……

"Hahaha! This main character is hilarious!"

Komachi Hikigaya sat cross-legged on the sofa watching TV, a small canine tooth peeking out from her smile. She turned her head and saw her older brother sitting with his legs crossed, flipping through a stack of printed papers. Curious, she asked, "Brother, what are you looking at?"

"A light novel written by a warrior."

With his usual listless tone, Hachiman Hikigaya said, "It can be said that his skill is low but his courage is high."

"Oh!" Komachi Hikigaya drawled out suddenly, "A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger!"

"The tiger is full of power."

"So majestic!"

"Comprehensive in every aspect".

"Okay...okay..." Komachi Hikigaya rolled around on the sofa, whining, "Ahhh! That's enough! A brother like that gets a really low score from Komachi!"

"Ho ho! A true warrior is one who dares to challenge despair—by the way, I think this sentence scores a high mark!"

Hachiman Hikigaya chuckled, a rare occurrence for him. His deadpan gaze fixed on the printed paper in his hand, devoid of any compassion, and perhaps even a hint of amusement in his expression.

The wooden base... please make sure nothing happens to it.

puff.

……

I saw.

The Tower of Babel, built through collective efforts, collapsed before everyone's eyes.

He is gazing, He is speaking, He is murmuring, He is singing—the divine Him has descended upon this world.

He said: "The devil has infiltrated among you."

People stared at each other in astonishment, horror, and disbelief. Who was the devil?!

A strange roar filled my ears, gnawing at my flesh and blood, fueling my hatred, and eroding my soul.

My former companion has changed. Sam is still tall and thin, but he roars like a wild beast and waves his arms wildly—he, no, it definitely wants to eat me. It's terrifying!

Nate remained silent. He should have been cheerful, able to make other children laugh with a single word, but now he was completely silent, not uttering a word for a long time, only looking at others with sorrowful eyes. Gradually, I saw through that sorrowful disguise and understood its true meaning—it was mocking our predicament. How despicable! Its silence was a cover for its inability to speak; it must have been its shoddy workmanship that caused the tower to collapse!

They are not my companions. Some of them have been devoured by the devil, who has donned the leftover skin and disguised himself as a human!

I saw!

I once shared a meal with the devil, slept in the same bed, and discussed an ideal and the future. Just thinking about these things sends chills down my spine!

This is terrifying! I must find the devil!

Beneath the collapsing Tower of Babel, in order to find the devil, we began to scrutinize each other, we roared at each other, and finally we raised our weapons.

With the shovel I once used to dig stones, I chopped off Sam's neck; with the stone hammer I once used to drive nails, I smashed NEET's head; with the embers that once lit campfires, I ignited the tents that were no longer filled with laughter.

I shouted excitedly—Burn the devil!

The flames engulfed me, but I felt no pain; my mission burned hotter than the flames!

I vaguely looked up and saw Him in the clouds, noble, sacred, desirable, and inviolable.

I smiled at Him—behold! I have burned all the demons to death!

He smiled at me too—a smile hotter than flames, burning through skin, drying up blood, scorching the soul, causing unbearable pain, to the point that I shed tears of blood.

He smiled, revealing his teeth.

Blood was stuck between his teeth.

"I saw."

End of the full text.

"An adaptation of the Tower of Babel story? It's a passable theatrical framework, I'd give it a passing grade." The client's question came through the phone. "But have you finished writing that play about the heartless princess?"

Bai Ying proudly declared, "No."

"..." The client remained silent, then roared, "You didn't finish the previous one! And you dare submit a new one?! This isn't a dumping ground for outlines and inspirations!"

Bai Ying sneered, "You're just jealous of my talent! Now you should be a promising investor, investing in my promising future..."

"I'll pay you the royalties later! Ha!"

What cold words! And then he hung up the phone so decisively!

You once praised me as your best disciple, but how do you treat me now?

Playwright, you've changed. Your heart has turned completely black.

This isn't the playwright who says things like, "What kind of crap did you write?!" "Structure! Pay attention to the structure! Can you stand up without a skeleton?" "Scripts are for people to read. If actors can't understand what you've written, then it's a failure!" "Make the characters struggle! If a character doesn't struggle and then fails, what's the difference between them and a corpse?!" And "Got paid? Lend me half."

Bai Ying sighed deeply at the mottled ceiling, then looked at the printed paper beside her and murmured in anguish, "It must be that wretched devil who has made it impossible for me to have a pleasant conversation with you anymore!"

The mental strain was too severe.

I should try to heal myself.

Bai Ying searched online for pictures of beautiful hands and began to admire them with great interest.

……

……

The next day, at the entrance of Zongwu High School.

Hachiman Hikigaya yawned as he parked his bicycle.

"Ya hello!"

A backpack suddenly appeared and landed on his shoulder, accompanied by an energetic greeting.

"Ah, good morning... Don't be so energetic first thing in the morning, haha..."

Hachiman Hikigaya was a little uncomfortable with people greeting him at school. He yawned listlessly, his dead fish eyes looking even more lifeless.

"Huh?" Yui Yuigahama asked curiously, "What's wrong, Hachiman? You look like you're about to fall asleep so early in the morning, your eyes are practically rotting away."

"Reading light novels by Zaimokuza has compressed my sleep time..."

Hachiman Hikigaya said with a deep look in his eyes, "You seem unusually energetic—didn't you see?"

"Ah ha ha ha ha..."

Yui Yuigahama's gaze wandered, and she uttered a voice that seemed to inadvertently reveal her presence. Noticing the doorway, she quickly said, "It's Yuki! And Shiro too!"

"Change the subject... Hmm? You really are."

Hachiman Hikigaya looked over and, by sheer coincidence, saw Shirokage and Yukino Yukinoshita meet at the school gate. Both of them seemed a little tired, and Shirokage even made his entrance with a snake-like gait.

It was a chance encounter between two warriors who had poured their hearts and souls into honing their swords and were about to face off in a decisive battle.

Wooden seat, woe to you!

Shirokage and Yukino Yukinoshita were talking to each other at the door.

The white figure suddenly stared intently at Yukino Yukinoshita.

Yukino Yukinoshita showed obvious confusion.

Bai Ying crossed her arms, shivered violently, then struck a strongman pose and strode confidently into the school.

Yukino's tired face instantly turned to absolute zero. She quickly followed behind, talking incessantly.

"Um... do you think they have a very good relationship?"

"maybe."

Hachiman Hikigaya remained noncommittal, mainly because he couldn't understand the minister at all, or rather, he understood him completely but couldn't understand him—everyone has moments when their brain goes blank, but the minister does it every day.

What are you still doing here? Aren't you going to class?

"Huh?" Yui Yuigahama exclaimed in shock, "Weren't we supposed to go together?!"

"I need to go to the restroom," Hachiman Hikigaya exclaimed in shock. "You don't mean to...?"

"Who wants to wait for you outside the men's restroom, you idiot!"

The schoolbag struck Hachiman Hikigaya's shoulder like a meteor hammer, and Yui Yuigahama ran away in shame and anger.

I'll just take a quick trip to the restroom.

Hachiman Hikigaya yawned and lazily walked into the teaching building.

He's already seen it.

Zaimuzhao's tragic death.

The students spent the night in the haunted mansion.

He was a soldier who promised to come back and get married after the war.

He is a martial arts master who is preparing to retire from the martial arts world.

It was Commander Olga who kept saying, "Don't stop!"

Chapter Sixteen: What swordsman general is there...?

Joy, excitement, and trepidation.

Cai Mu Zuo strutted excitedly down the corridor; he was an impatient, inexplicably agile little chubby boy.

Although she is criticized for being pretentious, Yukinoshita's position as the top student in her grade is unshakeable, and an excellent person like her can certainly give her excellent advice!

Although being criticized was just a publicity stunt, Bai's performance in the corridor during lunch break that day was proof of her strong abilities. Before that, she had noticed that two girls in Class F seemed to have some kind of conflict, which was undoubtedly material for her creative work.

Bai improvised that one-man show.

With the eight great bodhisattvas and an unfamiliar girl with a bun hairstyle, he felt like Liu Bei with Zhang Fei on his left and Guan Yu on his right. Even if Lü Bu were to be reborn, he would be confident of victory!

Zaimokuza composed himself, opened the door to the Aid/Service Department, and was about to give a self-introduction as "I am the swordsman shogun Ashikaga Yoshiteru."

The solemn silence swallowed the words back down his throat.

The suffocating pressure rendered him speechless.

Two chairs were placed against the wall, and two chairs were placed by the window; the people were already seated.

There was also a chair placed in the upper center, waiting for visitors.

Cai Muzuo swallowed hard, and suddenly felt that it was a cross, a wooden horse, an iron maiden, a branding post, and definitely not a chair.

"sit."

A steady and powerful voice extended the invitation.

He carefully settled himself on the wooden stool and discovered that he could see the four people on either side of him—in other words, the four people could also see him at the same time.

Ugh, I want to go home.

The woodworker couldn't help but look to his best friend for help.

The Great Bodhisattva Hachiman has a solemn and dignified appearance, but he lowers his eyes and looks compassionate, without uttering a word, as if he is experiencing the subtlety of silent meditation.

"Young friend, do not be nervous. Today we are only here to discuss the Dao, not to talk about grudges."

Bai Zhizun sat to the side, his smile carefree and unrestrained yet subtly dignified.

"Hmm... the atmosphere feels really strange."