Uneasy daily life

The sword intent that had hung over all living beings in the past vanished like smoke, and the shackles were finally removed.

If any beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths felt this, they would bow in gratitude to the Heavenly Emperor of Morning Snow.

Praise be to the Heavenly Emperor for his merits!

Thank God!

Congratulations to the Heavenly Emperor!

He only wished to live a brilliant life as the Snow Emperor, yet his name was sung throughout the distant past.

Hachiman Daisuke withdrew his gaze from the future and headed towards the timber pedestal.

Two unparalleled figures used the pretense of modifying cultivation techniques as a timber platform, but in reality they were vying for supremacy. How could a mere cultivator withstand such a struggle?

Zaimokuza is probably dead. There's no such thing as a peerless master swordsman or a light novel master who has a promising future. It's all just a dream of a chuunibyou fat otaku.

"Amitabha Buddha, foolish child, open your eyes..."

The Great Bodhisattva Hachiman chanted the Rebirth Sutra, a low shout like the sound of a morning bell and evening drum.

"Illustrations are the key."

Hachiman Hikigaya patted the woodworker on the shoulder and said, "You've suffered a lot."

"N-No, that's right! It doesn't matter if I write about toilet paper, as long as the illustrations are good enough..."

The timber base, as if struck by a sudden enlightenment, tenaciously came back to life!

"Bai-kun's light novel was described by the editor as being like sandpaper, huh? I don't agree with belittling others to elevate one's own thoughts, but I didn't expect to say it subconsciously... I will reflect on this, and Bai-kun should also reflect on this."

With the air of a victor, Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at someone with a smug look in her eyes, then raised her fist to her mouth and coughed to hide her expression.

Bai, who was slumped in the chair, had schemed and plotted, but his Dao heart was already shattered. Hearing this, he only twitched slightly.

"Also, Zaimokuza, these are the points of contention between me and Bai-kun that I've noted down. If you're willing to put in the effort to correct these issues, you'll at least be better than you are now."

Yukino Yukinoshita swayed slightly, a faint smile creeping onto her lips, as she handed over the notebook.

"Thank you so much! I'll definitely come back after I've improved myself!"

Cai Muzuo took the notebook, gave a thumbs up, and wobbled out of the activity room.

Even after such a heavy blow, can he still stick to his original aspirations? Does he still want to try again? Perhaps this is a kind of illness... Unexpected things are quite likable.

Hachiman Hikigaya was filled with emotion.

"Little Qi—run!"

Yui Yuigahama suddenly exclaimed.

"what?"

As Hachiman Hikigaya was wondering what was going on, a pair of hands pressed down on his shoulders from behind.

The white figure, its face sinister, poked its head out from the side of his head and howled like a vengeful ghost, "Hachigaya-kun, what should be done with a traitor?"

Hachiman Hikigaya broke out in a cold sweat and slowly said, "Captain, I didn't mean it. Even if I didn't say it, Yukinoshita-san already knows about this and would definitely remember it..."

Chill!

"That's the taste of the truth! Okay! I forgive you! Let's dance!"

The white figure dragged Hachiman Hikigaya around in circles.

Yukino Yukinoshita took out a paperback and flipped through it, saying, "Shiro-kun, you suddenly licked it... Aren't you afraid of infecting Hachiman? Hmm...? Judging from Hachiman's changes, you two are more likely to infect each other."

Yui Yuigahama, who had been stunned, finally came to her senses and screamed, "Waaaaaah—! Hachiman! Shiro! You...you...!"

"This is just a meme. Please look up the details online yourself. The original phrase is 'it tastes like a lie'... I think people as direct as you, Minister, are rare. —By the way, Minister, do you prefer men or women?"

Hachiman Hikigaya had a bit of a headache and was also a little nervous.

"Of course, it's women—"

The three people in the Aid/Service Department breathed a sigh of relief.

"And men too! Hahahaha!"

Hachiman Hikigaya, like a frog caught in a snake's bite, kept waving his arms and kicking his legs, trying to escape: "Although you are interesting, charming, sincere, and fun-loving, this kind of thing is still not appropriate. Don't go down the wrong path because of a momentary evil thought. In short, please go and pursue other true love. You are a good person, but I have absolutely no thoughts in that regard... really, no, okay?"

Yui Yuigahama slammed her hand on the table and shouted, "Why is it a question at the end, Himejima?!"

“I can help Shirai-kun make an appointment with a psychologist,” Yukino Yukinoshita said thoughtfully. “Perhaps we should also add Hachiman-kun.”

Chapter Seventeen: It was already evening.

"Hmph~ Hmph~~"

In the bedroom, Yukino Yukinoshita was making stickers. It wasn't that she was envious of the cookie stickers that Hakukage had made, nor was she unwilling to accept that she had fallen behind by one point. After all, the winner would be determined by who solved the most problems, so the scoring symbols had to be prepared.

Without a scoreboard, how can the outcome of a match be clearly shown?

Well, she was just happy to have won a point.

but……

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the chibi book stickers she had drawn and felt a little depressed. She felt they weren't as cute as the stickers that guy made. She had searched online before and couldn't find those heart-shaped cookie stickers for sale. She guessed that they were hand-drawn by Haku-kun.

I'm actually best at drawing cats, but for the request from my classmate Zaimokuza, books are more suitable.

Did he perhaps study painting before?

Yukino Yukinoshita took out her phone and searched for the name Shirokage. A bunch of irrelevant results popped up. Although she knew that Shirokage used to be a member of a theater troupe, she didn't know his specific name...

After thinking for a moment, Yukino Yukinoshita re-entered a name.

Reincarnated in another world: Starting as a sword saint and building a harem.

Even though I had done some research on the current market environment and users of light novels for the sake of the competition, this kind of book title still really motivates me to nitpick and complain.

There was also the Minotaur warrior that Bai Jun mentioned extensively during the debate; I later looked up its specific meaning online…

I started to regret my sudden idea.

If she saw something offensive in that novel whose very name was problematic, Yukino Yukinoshita felt she would have a hard time resisting the urge to lecture him, but that kind of lecturing was unreasonable; Shiro-kun was just going along with the user's choice... Oh no, she subconsciously replaced Shiro-ying with Shiro-kun, already assuming he had written something terrible.

Yukino Yukinoshita was quite conflicted. She looked at the light novel website that appeared, as if she were looking at a den of demons.

Monsters devoid of any sense of ethics writhe in the dark chaos, going into heat and emitting pheromones of foul language, much like various clumps of bacteria multiplying and constantly giving rise to bizarre new bacteria, such as the Minotaur bacteria.

No, that won't do. Subconscious prejudice is wrong. Otherwise, how am I any different from those people? How could I possibly win in a gang conflict?

Yukino Yukinoshita pulled her racing thoughts back, opened the light novel website, and after just a quick glance at the various light novel titles, she couldn't help but lean back.

I saw a lot of strange things.jpg

In conclusion, let's review Shirakuni's light novel.

……

……

Lunch break.

Service/Assistance Department Activity Room.

"Did Xiaoxue make those book stickers? They're really cute."

Yui Yuigahama took out her bento box, moved her chair closer to Yukino Yukinoshita, and sat shoulder to shoulder with her.

"Um……"

As Yukino Yukinoshita replied, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and yawn.

"Huh? Didn't you sleep well last night?" Yui Yuigahama noticed the faint weariness in the other person's eyes.

"I stayed up a little late reading... well, let's just call it reading." Yukino Yukinoshita raised her hand to her temple and rubbed it. "It's just the occasional fatigue from disrupting my sleep schedule, nothing serious."

Yui Yuigahama stopped in her tracks as she was about to open the bento box, asking curiously, "What book is it? It must be really interesting to keep Yuki up all night reading it."

"Whether a light novel can be considered interesting is hard to say..."

"Huh? Light novels?!"

Yui Yuigahama looked terrified and said with awe, "Light novels are even more terrifying than textbooks. As expected of Yui Yuki."

"What does Yuihama-san think light novels are?"

Yui Yuigahama nodded her chin and hesitated, "Hmm... a novel that I can't understand without looking it up on my phone, and I still can't understand it even after looking it up?"

Yukino Yukinoshita commented, "That's just because Zaimokuza-kun wrote so poorly. Most light novels are popular novels, although there are many categories and individual exceptions among them."

"Oh..." Yui Yuigahama felt relieved. "What light novel did Yuki read yesterday?"

Yukino Yukinoshita said softly, "What about Shirakami's light novel that was canceled?"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

"This is fried noodles, this is bread, snap! Fried noodles and bread!"

The white figure hummed something strange, holding a strong black coffee in his left hand and fried noodles in his right, as he strode into the activity room and greeted, "Hey, goodnight to you two in advance!"

"Little White, ya hello!"

Yui Yuigahama greeted him cheerfully and peeked behind the white figure.

"What are you looking at? You and Hachiman are in the same class."

Bai Ying casually remarked, and Yui Yuigahama immediately started waving her arms and legs in a panic, shouting something loudly. But Bai Ying didn't listen carefully because he felt a chilling gaze, like a small knife.

Yukinoshita reached out and ran her hand through her hair. Her smile was like a gentle spring breeze, but her eyes were filled with a frozen coldness, as if she were about to kill with her eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Murderer."

What polite yet menacing words!

"Hello, Miss Suspect."

Bai Ying walked to the window and leaned against it. She reached out and unwrapped the fried noodle bread, pulled the tab on the extra-strong black coffee, and looked out at the playground. She said leisurely, "Beautiful weather, the sky is so clear... Yukinoshita, your eyes remind me of that editor from before. It was a serious face-to-face conversation about the possibility of my work being canceled."

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled subtly: "It's incredible that I was able to transcend time and understand the feelings of that editor, Shiro-kun."

"Huh?" Yui Yuigahama shook her head from side to side in surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"We are discussing the power of tragedy! To depict the magnificence of beautiful things being created and then shattered! To grasp that invisible fate and carve out the shape of its scars!"

Bai Ying sighed and gave an example: "For instance, taking Yuihama-kun as the target—"

"Wait a minute." Yukino Yukinoshita immediately interrupted his impromptu writing. "I've read your light novel that was canceled. The writing is fine, and the story is quite exciting, but I still have to ask, why does Haku-kun like creating tragedies so much? Does it make you happy to see characters you've poured your heart and soul into disappear? Or do you simply want to hear the readers' lamentations?"

Bai Ying pondered for a moment and said, "The editor seems to have asked this question before, and my answer remains unchanged—it's love."

Yui Yuigahama belatedly realized what was happening. Having experienced what Shirakage had simply described in a single sentence, she was now shocked by the fear and sorrow over the uncertainty of the future and exclaimed, "This... this is love?"

Yukino Yukinoshita recalled what she had read, her expression becoming somewhat strained: "Isn't Shirai-kun's love a little twisted? To the point where he needs to be taken to the hospital for treatment?"

"Because it's just a story, it's a tragedy. I believe the human heart is like a seesaw; after experiencing sadness, one will pursue joy; after feeling repressed, one will want to release it; after encountering failure, one will seek success. By writing tragedies in stories, I am proving that I deeply love reality—the falsehood in stories can inspire real love."

"It is not that I love suffering, praise suffering, or sing about suffering. I write about suffering in my imagination simply because I arrogantly want to replace the suffering in reality. Even if it only has a slight effect, it is worth it."

Bai Ying gazed out the window and took a sip of extra-strong, bitter coffee.

"Only those who have experienced isolation will try to grasp at any straw."

"Only after experiencing exclusion will one be proud and want to prove that they are different from others."

"Only a fool would be grateful for the troubles and difficulties he encounters. The reality is that people can't escape them; they can only face them, either overcome them or lie down and let themselves be ridiculed. This process is called growth—that battered and bruised appearance seems to be the symbol of growing up."

The white figure turned its head to look, and the sunlight shone on the boy's face, reflecting a sacred and compassionate emotion. His eyes held a faint sadness of being misunderstood, yet also a resolute determination, like a saint walking barefoot on gravel.

"If life is destined to be painful, I wish to carve fake scars on myself to replace it!"

"All I want is for everyone to become loving adults!"

These words resonated deeply, echoing throughout the room.

Yui Yuigahama snapped out of her daze and cautiously clapped a few times: "Wow, that's amazing...?"

“If this is your creative philosophy, then I really can’t criticize you.”

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed, the frozen coldness in her eyes dissipating, and said with emotion, "It's just a little hard to accept. Anna gave almost everything, but couldn't protect anything, and ended up like that..."

She knew that she might see a bit of herself in the characters in the book, and felt sad about the final fate of those characters, not only for the characters, but also for some possibility of her own future.