AFTERWORD
It was about eight months ago…
The year 2015 was drawing to a close. The man had finished his manuscript and had only the illustrations left. He sat with his drawing tablet, furiously scribbling away with his stylus.
He was desperate. Doomed. Perhaps even moribund. He had a cold and was operating on no sleep or rest. His already sorry state of mind had become even sorrier. Specifically, he would go to get a drink of water, stylus in hand, and then, for some reason, leave the stylus in the sink. There he was in his room, trying to draw with a cup. This is what it means to be terminally not right in the head. The man was encouraged to go to the hospital, even have brain surgery, but still he scribbled on.
The man’s family was growing. His child’s due date agitated him more than his deadline. He knew that when his child was born, things would not be the way they had been. His time for writing would be limited, as he could not press the care of a newborn babe solely into the hands of his wife. And so the man spoke to his editor.
“I promise to make the December release happen even if it kills me. Please give me paternity leave afterward.”
The man was prepared for any unforeseen events— No. Under these circumstances, could any events be foreseen? He was ready to join arms with his wife, taking it one step at a time with their new child, searching for that new rhythm of life!!
…And the man made it through. He still had a mountain of work, some of which had to do with a separate anime project for another company. But for now, his most pressing task had ended… Now he had some space to face the unforeseen and rear his child while proceeding with further jobs. As the man reflected on this, full of emotion, there it was: a phone call from the anime producer.
“Heyyy, long time no see! I’ll get right to the point, Mr. Kamiya— What do you think of an anime movie ?!”
Heh. Heh-heh-heh, eh-heh-heh…
Was that a question? Did this person think the man would refuse? —No! They knew the answer perfectly well! In which case, the man could only give them what they wanted!!
“You don’t even have to ask! Let’s do it! I’ll do anything you need!!”
The man answered immediately, and only after did he come to his senses.
“So…I have your word, yes? Now then…let’s die together!”
Hearing the producer’s voice echoing from the depths of hell itself, the man checked his scheduler and at last realized: Well now, what to do about…this schedule……?
…So!! I am that man: Yuu Kamiya!!
Having braved numbers of unforeseen events, and barely taking any time off during my paternity leave, I give you Volume 9! Things have been pretty heavy for a while since Volume 6, but I believe that now—yes, now!—this series is light once again! I hope you enjoy it!!
“But seriously, though! You sure had a weird way of writing this volume! (lol)”
……
…Uhhh, yeah… I’m not really sure it’s a matter of this volume . But I guess you wouldn’t know about the earlier volumes, being my new editor , “T”…
“I mean, you write the book and then you go back and shake the text up to make it ‘light’? That’s pretty weird to me! (lol)”
I—I guess you could…say that, too… Uh, well…mind if I add something, then? About the second unforeseen event…the change in editor .
Maybe my memories are getting mixed up… So let me check… There was previously a change in editor just before I gave you Volume 7, right?
“( earnestly ) That’s right! Don’t worry, Mr. Kamiya! You’re absolutely correct!!”
…Okay. So that was Editor I, who worked so hard so we could be on the same page through Volumes 7 and 8. Now this time, just after I turned in the first draft of Volume 9, it switched again to you, Editor T…
“( firmly ) That’s right. Relax, Mr. Kamiya. Your memory is fine.”
…I…see. It’s fine, is it…?
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