The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

“I like Noah,” he said softly, “but I also like Meruru, I also like Coco, and I might even like Hannah.”

Of course, there's also Hero and Emma.

“Noah knows.”

She knew he liked Meruru; she had heard it.

Coco and Hannah's words...

Now I know.

"Noah also likes Hoshino, Nono will like the stars, Aya will like Nono, and Noah Kinosaki likes Hoshino Utsunomiya." The little hand sank to the surface of the water and unconsciously clenched itself, the little hand intertwined, the fingers holding each other between the gaps.

Noah Kinosaki scratched the bottom of the bathtub with his toes.

If you're going to confess your feelings, you should give a reason, right?

But it seems there's no good reason to give.

If you like something, you like it.

Even watching him do that to Meruru, even 'Balloon' drawing one painting after another like that, even when she crumpled up one painting after another like that.

She continued to move closer to him in the same way.

They were even quite bold; they seized the opportunity, made demands, and stayed here.

Thump thump.

The water was warm, and her cheeks were flushed.

The seemingly natural-looking girl wasn't as natural as one might imagine.

He likes so many people.

But he also liked Noah.

“That’s it,” she said.

Noah is Noah, and Hoshino is Hoshino; liking someone is liking someone.

Noah, I want a kiss.

Noah Kinosaki leaned back and tilted his head back.

She wanted something very simple.

kiss.

A confession really does need to be accompanied by a kiss.

Chapter 159 Noah Kinosaki Starts Drawing (6k5)

Noah Kinosaki loved drawing when he was little.

A cramped room, the back of a flyer, a black pen.

Let's draw.

Use black lines to outline the shape you want to depict.

The flyers are free, and the ballpoint pen lasts a long time.

But this can't go on forever.

What they would want are colorful art supplies and multicolored paintbrushes.

With color, you can have more fun painting, right?

That's a good idea.

She was genuinely happy painting. Perhaps those days, filled with various paintings that now seem quite clumsy at home, were the happiest days of her life since she started painting.

But that period of time will eventually end.

Noah Kinosaki possessed special powers.

magic.

Magic will make Noah's painting look better.

When did it start?

It probably started when I happened to see someone painting on a wall on the street.

She leaned closer and tried to ask if she could try painting.

Even if it's not on paper, even if it's spray paint, Noah's paintings can still be exceptionally beautiful.

Yes, it looks great.

It quickly gained worldwide fame and became an instant hit, attracting widespread media attention.

Everyone praises her paintings.

A world-class artist, 'Balloon', has been born.

However, the artists who emerge from this process are merely 'balloons'.

It's not Noah Kinosaki.

She never dared to tell anyone, 'I am a balloon, and Noah Kinosaki is a balloon.'

why?

The reason is actually quite simple.

Because Noah Kinosaki's drawings aren't very good.

Back in the cramped room, I sat down again in front of the scenes from my past.

The graffiti-style paintings are no longer visible.

The painting is still there, but all the graffiti has been erased by black lines.

One painting is drawn, then another is wiped clean.

why?

why why why?

—It's so ugly.

What's the point of having a painting that makes you feel ashamed just by looking at it?

All people wanted was a painting of balloons.

Nobody wants to see such poor graffiti.

Noah doesn't need it either.

Noah hated paintings like that the most.

It looks terrible.

Just let go of your hand and let the pen move on its own. The spray paint can will do its thing and create the most beautiful picture.

—But is that still painting?

Noah Kinosaki couldn't answer that question.

She was just... she was just...

He opened his eyes in the prison cell.

It's ok.

Noah could paint; all Noah could do now was paint.

I draw, I draw, I draw.

What to draw?

Painting is memory, painting is imagination.

What appears on the drawing paper is both fiction and reality.

You can draw anything you like.

Draw whatever comes to mind.

The prison, the other people in the prison, the scenery outside the prison, anything.

What he was holding in his hand appeared to be the spray paint can he had been holding before he lost consciousness.

There are no paintbrushes.

But spray painting is also an option.

That's how you draw with balloons anyway.

I don't understand the rules, and the idea of ​​a preparatory witch has nothing to do with Noah.

Noah only needs to paint.

Draw something.

What he couldn't help but blurt out in the cell was the image of the person he had just seen.

But it looks awful.

The magic was telling Noah that the painting was terrible.

So the room was covered in red spray paint.

"..."

I don't want to use spray paint cans to paint anymore.

The spray paint can belonged to him; it was magical, not Noah's.

However, without a paint can, Noah could not paint, and without painting, Noah had no value.

What everyone expected to see was Noah—a painting of balloons.

Therefore, Noah had to keep drawing.

......is that so?