How to raise a random guy's wife

A gentle breeze blows, and tonight only those evasive eyes remain.

The music abruptly ended there, leaving Bo Island feeling a sense of loss as he sailed out to sea.

In the beginning, everyone was chasing the light and searching for a path to it.

In the end, they were just blindly moving forward in the dark.

It might be better if someone were with me.

So... why go it alone?

In the end, I didn't want to give an answer; I was just trying to escape in vain.

Or rather, the act of pursuing light is itself a form of escapism.

Bo Island opened his eyes as he sailed out to sea, exclaiming, "This piece of music is fantastic!"

It perfectly matches the plot of the story, fits the rhythm of the story, and also captures the eerie yet sorrowful atmosphere of the story.

The accordion's grand sound and richly varied timbre perfectly capture the dazzling and unique style of Ukiyo-e prints.

“Then I’m relieved. I was worried that this kind of poignant and sentimental tango concert wouldn’t be suitable.” The composer said this, but there was no worry on his face. Instead, he exuded confidence. “With this, my task is complete. I look forward to future collaborations.”

The rest will have to be handled by other professionals.

In the studio, Bodao Chuhai let out a long breath, stretched vigorously, but dared not stretch any further halfway through.

"Have you gained weight again recently...?" Bo Island muttered to himself as he looked down at the sea.

He patted his face, shaking off his jumbled thoughts, and went out to sea from Po Island to examine the original painting.

"As expected of Eri Kashiwagi-sensei..." Izumi Hashima looked at the simple lines in the drawing. As an artist herself, she could clearly sense that Eriri had intentionally suppressed her drawing skills in order to maintain the overall style of the animation.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the door.

Bo Island hurriedly responded, "Please come in."

"The opening theme is confirmed, congratulations." Kasumigaoka Utaha walked in. "We'll need you and the director to decide on the ending theme in a while."

"Okay... okay."

"Hmm?" Kasumigaoka Utaha noticed that Hashima Izumi's mood was off. "What's wrong?"

Chapter 739 A Little Help

"N-nothing..." Bo Island answered instinctively as he went out to sea.

Kasumigaoka Utaha simply looked at her.

“Um…” Hashima Izumi’s lips moved slightly, “I just listened to the music and looked at Eriri’s painting, and I’m feeling a bit emotional.”

She originally intended to keep it a secret; she could manage these complicated feelings on her own.

But thinking of that line from earlier: "The wind blows gently, and tonight there are still only those evasive eyes..."

After deciding to go to sea from Po Island, I finally decided to be honest about my thoughts.

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow. "Very good."

The island of Po was at sea, but the reason was unclear. "Is it good?"

“I didn’t see any evasive eyes,” Kasumigaoka Utaha said, waving her index finger in front of the sea view of Hashima. “Isn’t that good enough?”

So Shiyu also thought of that lyric?

The feeling of being on the same wavelength calmed my somewhat chaotic mood after the boat trip to Po Island.

"I feel like I've reverted to my old Hannya mindset," Izumi Hashima said in a lighter tone, holding up Eriri's original artwork, "except after she was exorcised."

The first story in "Mononoke"—Hannya—was created by Izumi Hashima based on his own life experiences.

In her pursuit of Eriri, she gradually lost herself.

Infusing this emotion into the creation, it became the story of Prajna.

Now, those extreme emotions have transformed into heartfelt admiration.

Although it's inevitable to feel a sense of loss, people who now travel to Po Island are able to face and accept this gap.

"What are you thinking about?" Kasumigaoka Utaha flicked her raised finger against Hashima Izumi's forehead.

"Ugh..." Bo Island carefully put down the original painting and covered her forehead.

pain.

"What's with that relieved look on your face?" Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her red eyes slightly. "If you see a gap, you should work hard to catch up. Why did you accept it?"

"Huh? But..." Hashima Ikkai couldn't figure it out for a moment, "If I chase after them again, I'll turn into Hannya again."

"Didn't you already change once?" Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned forward. "Did you catch up?"

"No......"

"Then why will you change?"

"Hmm... eh?"

"Use better methods and a better mindset to surpass yourself," Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at Hashima Saikai, "and pursue your goals without becoming a Hannya."

"But the difference is really huge..."

"Is it really that big?" Kasumigaoka Utaha reminded her, "You used to be someone who could make her feel fear, but now?"

If it were the same Utaha Kasumigaoka who was caught up in extreme emotions back then, she would never have said such a thing.

At that time, Po Island had lost itself in the sea, and more encouragement would only put more pressure on her.

However, the current situation for sailing to Po Island requires pressure.

"But no matter how hard I try..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha waved her hand, "Wait a minute."

"Huh? Um... okay."

Hashima watched Kasumigaoka Utaha leave, wondering what she was going to do.

Kasumigaoka Utaha returned quickly and handed Hashima Izumi a stack of printed papers.

“Virtual Heaven?” Bo Island looked through the printed paper as he went out to sea.

This is a brief game outline.

Players awaken from their slumber to face monsters materialized from computer viruses, connect to the virtual network, summon virtual idols who were once active online, and command these virtual idols in battle.

In the subsequent storyline, players gradually learn about this unfamiliar world, lead virtual idols to clean up computer viruses, reclaim the polluted virtual space, establish outposts, set up command centers and tactical academies, enhance the strength of virtual idols, and launch a counterattack against the rampant computer viruses.

There are also brief descriptions of betrayal and salvation, as well as various forces that arise from them.

Kasumigaoka Utaha asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Wow! It's still just an outline, but it makes perfect sense within the world-building." Hashima Izumi looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha. "You've finally started rewriting?"

“This was written by Eriri,” Kasumigaoka Utaha corrected. “It’s the script for RER’s new game, Virtual Heaven.”

"Eriri?!" Hashima exclaimed in disbelief.

Eriri was well aware of her screenwriting abilities; if Kasumigaoka Utaha hadn't pointed it out, Hashima Izumi would never have been able to connect the script with Eriri.

"Eri's screenwriting ability is, to put it bluntly, disastrous," Kasumigaoka Utaha said. "But now, she's able to write such a good script—is all her hard work really useless?"

Although Kasumigaoka Utaha provided a little help here, there's no need to mention it at this point.

I looked at the boats off Boi Island repeatedly.

Is it not just his drawing skills that have improved, but also his screenwriting abilities?

Before setting sail, Hashima felt that although her drawing skills were not as good as Eriri's, her screenwriting skills were still better than Eriri's.

But now... she's not so sure anymore.

Perhaps in the future, just as she is marveling at Eriri's talent, Eriri's screenwriting skills will have reached the same level as her drawing skills.

Bo Island bit her lower lip, her eyes trembling. "It's just like a BOSS, the kind that can level up."

While the hero was leveling up by fighting monsters, the BOSS was also leveling up.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in my heart, only to be suppressed by an even stronger sense of resentment.

Is Eriri the only one who can improve?

As Bo Island looked up from the sea, he exclaimed, "I...I want to climb up too!"

She can face Eriri's strength squarely and accept the existence of the gap between them.

But I can't accept being content with the status quo.

The passion that had been forgotten, the passion that had gradually cooled down as they actually participated in animation production, the passion that Eriri had once feared, was finally rekindled under the encouragement of Kasumigaoka Utaha.

-

"This is awesome!" Eriri finished the last bite of her burger and gulped down a big mouthful of cola. "This feeling of indulgence is the best!"

Eriri hastily wiped her hands, picked up a French fry, dipped it in ketchup, and put it in her mouth. She looked up at Kasumigaoka Utaha in front of her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha rested her chin on her hand, her gaze sweeping over Eriri.

Eriri had breadcrumbs stuck to the corners of her mouth, and her loose blonde hair shone brightly in the sunlight. While eating fries, her feet, which couldn't reach the ground, were happily swinging back and forth.

It doesn't look like a monster with an almost terrifying growth rate at all.

"It's nothing." Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes flickered. "You really never get tired of this kind of thing."

"You eat my cooking every day, aren't you tired of it?"

"correct."

"Kasumigaoka Utaha!"

Chapter 740 Revisiting an Old haunt

“By the way,” Kasumigaoka Utaha changed the subject, “Do you have any plans for Golden Week?”