Anime rating game

Firstly, it's a school regulation; secondly, it stems from a desire to look good.

Therefore, it is quite rare to see a high school girl wearing a pink tracksuit and long pants under her school uniform skirt on the street.

Or rather, this kind of unconventional attire is something you can occasionally see in anime, but in reality, this is the first time Masamune has encountered it.

On this day, after attending the K-On! concert with Mashiro, on his way home, Masamune suddenly encountered this young girl.

At that moment, a thought suddenly popped into his head: he had already made up a third of the animation he was going to produce for the next season.

Although the high school girl you encounter may not be the real Goto, there is a high probability that Goto Doku exists in this world.

Or, she should be called Goto Ichiri.

"what…!"

Lost in thought, the young girl, who had been looking down at the ground, suddenly bumped into a roadside utility pole and let out a soft scream.

"it hurts."

Mashiro, who witnessed this scene, subconsciously touched her forehead, then stepped forward and slowly spoke:

"How are you feeling? Masamune can drive you to the hospital."

"Ah, I... I'm alright."

Goto Ichiri rubbed his forehead, and when he looked up, he was unconsciously stunned for a moment.

What a beautiful girl! Her clothes are also very nice, looking both expensive and fashionable, a stark contrast to my usual sportswear.

"Were you thinking about something just now?" Mashiro asked again.

"No, I wasn't paying attention."

Oh no, someone saw us.

Because of prolonged loneliness and excessive inferiority complex, he often keeps his head down and doesn't notice obstacles in front of him.

However, it's rare to see something as loud as the one we just heard.

"May I draw you?"

"??"

Noticing the girl's blank expression, Masamune explained:

"Mashiro is a student majoring in oil painting at Tokyo University of the Arts. Her teacher asked her to paint a picture on the theme of 'loneliness' and hand it in next Monday as her assignment for this week."

"Ah...me? What just happened?"

“Your temperament is very suitable as material, and the scene is not limited to the one just now. After all, this is painting, not photography, and it does not need to be a 100% reproduction of reality.”

"I have no opinion."

Goto Ichiri hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

Or rather, there's no way to refuse such a thing.

It's not like taking a photo; the other person drew it from memory afterward, so there's no way I could protest against it.

"Thank you. What's your name?" Mashiro asked softly.

"Goto Ichiri."

Upon hearing this name, Masamune couldn't help but scrutinize her once more.

Is this the real person? If that's the case, there will be many more opportunities to interact with them in the future.

"Goto-kun, can we exchange contact information? It'll be easier to keep in touch later."

"Why?" Goto Ichiri asked instinctively.

"If Mashiro's paintings are submitted to competitions or sold and generate revenue, you, who used them as source material, will also receive some funding."

"No need, this has nothing to do with me."

"This is our local custom. If we can sell it for a high price, even if you don't want the money, we will still offer you other gifts."

"Oh……"

Goto Ichiri casually agreed, because she didn't know much about the painting industry and wasn't sure if all artists had to pay the subjects they used as source material, so she couldn't really object.

He quietly took out his phone and exchanged contact information with the two of them.

"Goto-kun, are you practicing any musical instruments?"

"How did you know you practice guitar?"

"Judging from the marks on your fingers, how long have you been practicing guitar?"

"Two and a half years."

Masamune seemed to be deep in thought. In the original work, Goto Ichiri practiced guitar for three years and was invited to join a band in his first year of high school.

So, you're still in the third year of junior high school?

"Are you in a band?"

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Goto Ichiri shook his head slightly:

"No."

When asked questions like this, I can answer normally and barely maintain the minimum level of communication, but it is really too difficult to take the initiative to start a conversation with someone.

Therefore, even though he wanted to form a band, he was still in the thinking stage for two and a half years.

Masamune fell into deep thought. She was in her third year of junior high school this year and had joined the band when she was in her first year of high school.

If production of the anime "Lonely Rock" begins in January next year and it airs in April, it will become a premonition no matter what.

However, if we postpone it until next year when she joins the "End" band and all the storylines have unfolded, then we can produce the animation. That wouldn't be out of the question.

But that would raise a new question: given the butterfly effect, would she still join the End of the Band next year?

Do you want to form or join a band?

"Ah."

"So... what efforts did you make to join the band?"

"No."

Goto Ichiri hesitated for a few seconds before speaking in a slightly low voice:

“I’m not very talkative, and I don’t have any friends. Before talking to you, I hadn’t spoken to anyone except my family for several years.”

? ?

As soon as she finished speaking, Goto Ichiri suddenly realized that she might have said too much.

Why did I say so much in one go when we were complete strangers meeting for the first time?

Is it because there's a strange sense of familiarity between these two people, or because the boy seems to know me, he's very friendly, and it feels like he's known me for a long time?

"Ugh……"

Seeing her with her head down, as if she were being bullied, Masamune sighed helplessly.

This person is a completely different type from the anime protagonists I've known before.

Those people all have their own views on their lives and futures. I can only offer suggestions at most, but ultimately the decision is theirs.

She was too passive in both conversations and life, always the one waiting.

If you tell her, "I want to make you into an anime as the female lead," she will definitely agree immediately and then secretly watch it alone in her room after it airs.

However, she can't really be called isolated; it's more like she's silently isolating the whole world all by herself.

"If I help you form a band, would you be willing to accept? Or, now that you're in the fall of your third year of junior high school, with school starting soon, do you have the time or inclination to play in a band?"

"Why are you helping me?"

"It's part of the transaction."

"draw?"

"No, but pretty much. In other aspects, I also need you as material."

Goto Ichiri thought about it seriously for a while, then nodded slightly:

"My grades are pretty good, so I don't need to worry about college admissions. I can choose from most schools."

"Even if there are still six months before I go to college, I can still join the band. Time is not a problem."

"In that case, you'll have to wait patiently for my message." Masamune quickly made his decision.

Unlike other animated protagonists, she is far too weak and is the only female protagonist who could become a bad-end protagonist at any time, living a lonely life.

For her, this kind of external interference is more effective than anything else.

Chapter 239 Then I'll take the initiative.

Back home, Goto Ichiri began to worry again.

Was what that boy said true or false?

Was he genuinely trying to help me build a band, or was it just a casual social nicety?

Because she hadn't spoken to anyone for so long and had no friends, she was really bad at judging whether other people's words were true or false.

For several days after that, she was filled with anticipation, worry, and fear, and she kept checking her phone for new calls.

When practicing guitar, when posting videos, when listening to lectures in the classroom, when walking.

Before we knew it, it was Saturday.

In the past, she would have slept in late in the morning and then practiced guitar quietly by herself after getting up.

Today, however, she got up very early, around the same time as on school days.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a guitar, I had absolutely no desire to practice.

My gaze drifted to my phone; I wanted to send a text to ask if the other person had forgotten, but I was so worried and scared that I had to forcibly look away.

Even though only four days had passed, it felt like several months had gone by.