No Game No Life - Volume 4 - Chapter Aft

AFTERWORD 
Wheww. I’m tired. ^__^ It’s all done! 
Actually, how this got started was I got asked to do the stuff I joked about in the preview in the last volume for real. 
I didn’t really have the story for this. ? 
So I figured there was no sense in trampling over everyone’s goodwill and gave a shot at giving ’em what they wanted…lol. 
Now a word to you all from my editor— 
Editor S for Sadist the Second: Mr. Kamiya, please desist from your thuggish disregard for professionalism. If you weren’t doing both the text and illustrations, the original deadline would have already been a one-month extension. Also, I suggest you limit your Internet copypasta to about three lines at most. 
—I’m sorry. I’ll be serious. This is Yuu Kamiya. No Game No Life is back after five months—one month after it was originally supposed to be released. First of all, let me apologize deeply for the delay. 
“Please feel regret. Deeper than the Mariana Trench.” 
Let me also mention that another reason the book was delayed was that my editor drastically misunderstood how it was going. 
“I feel regret. Deeper than the lower mantle.” 
So, thus we have No Game No Life, Volume 4 . Just as announced, it was my intention to make this volume fluffy and lighhht. After all, the threads going through Volumes 1 to 3 have all come together for now. So I planned this volume as, on one hand, a run-up to future developments, and, at the same time, a fluffyyy, lighhht kick-back party volume— 
…That was the plan, anyway. How did it get this way? 
“If you ask what I think personally, I would like to mention that the first draft of this fluffyyy, lighhht volume was over four hundred pages and request an explanation of this X-Files -esque mystery.” 
…Well, yes, there’s a reason for that deeper than the Gutenberg discontinuity. Would you like to hear about it? 
“Deeper than the lower mantle? I’d be much obliged.” 
To be frank. Do you remember that a certain editor had me make a manga of this with my wife? And then I ended up spending over a week every month working on it, so now, practically speaking—I’ve gone back to being a manga-ka . 
“……Um, well…you see…” 
And then I ended up also writing on a different series the previous Editor S for Sadist approached me about. That one, well, it’s co-written, so it’s not actually that much work. But, with all this going on, the machine I use for work broke down. And I ran to buy a new one, and I got hit by a car and suffered a bone fracture. Since I was running short on money and it got me some damages, that’s fine, I guess. 

“…It…is?” 
The problem was afterward, when my editor drastically misunderstood how the book was going and caused me to try to split it up into three volumes. But it took a lot of work to split it up, and splitting it in two was the best I could do, you see? Thus it was four hundred pages. But, if I just split that straight in two, it would cause problems with the structure, and, most importantly, it would lose the momentum—etc. So, given this situation, I went through many iterations of working over the structure and revising the text. What do you think? Is it as deep as the Guten-whatever-it-is-ity? 
“It’s the Gutenberg discontinuity. What shall I say? That’s—quite the story. ? ” 
Yes, but I’d also like your comment on how a large proportion of this calamity was human-generated. ? 
“There certainly are some diabolical editors out there… It’s a scary industry…” 
Yes, some editors are so diabolical as to say lines like that with a straight face… ( Voice trembling ) It certainly is scary. 
—Well, human-generated calamity aside, there were a lot of other things that I haven’t even written about here. There was blood in my urine, and I got yelled at by my doctor, and I decided to eat some Korean barbecue for once and got food poisoning, for instance. 
…I’m going to spell this out just in case, but this is nonfiction, okay? 
“Mr. Kamiya, I suspect you should seriously visit a shrine for purification?” 
I have. 
“…What?” 
The Meiji Shrine before I got cancer. Then the Fushimi Inari Shrine after. This year I went to Kawasaki Daishi, but look how that turned out. If I hadn’t gone, I suppose by now I’d be crossing the river into the next life. Oh, but, at the end of last year, I was updating my bank book and I saw that it said “0” in real life, so I guess I wouldn’t have had the fare to cross the Sanzu… What is it that happens if you didn’t have the fare? Do you still get to be reincarnated? 
“Um, I don’t think there’s supposed to be that kind of system for salvation…” 
With that—let’s call it a day. While this volume’s contents were lighhht and eaaasy (heh), it’s a run-up to the dash—while this series did have its first peak in the last volume! This is to be exceeded! As I work to push up the pace once more, with your kind— 
“Oh, Mr. Kamiya, Mr. Kamiya.” 
Uh, oh, yes, what is it? Just when I was wrapping things up. 
“Your editor from Alive has inquired, Is the storyboard done yeeet? ” 
…… 
“Then there are those extras, and the copy for the pamphlet for that project, and—wait. Mr. Kamiya? Are you there?”