Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

Wouldn't it be a case of indiscriminate killing if this were done at a simple literary salon?

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Here, Shizuka Heizuka finished lunch.

Seiji Fujiwara and Utaha also returned to their room.

In the suite.

Seiji Fujiwara turned on his computer and typed two words on a blank document.

Snow country!

When talking about the image of 'snow', the first thing that comes to mind is Kawabata Yasunari's 'Snow Country,' an immortal masterpiece of modern Japanese literature.

With its unique "beauty of nothingness," "beauty of purity," and "beauty of sorrow," it brought the "mono no aware" sentiment in Japanese literature to its extreme, reaching an artistic height that even the gods would sigh over.

Kawabata Yasunari also swept almost all the major literary awards for this work.

Works of this level.

It's no longer about needing awards to prove one's level; it's the other way around—the awards need to be given to "Snow Country" to prove their worth!

“Da da da da da—!”

In the quiet suite, only the rapid clatter of Seiji Fujiwara's keyboard could be heard.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was sitting not far away, initially tried to pretend she didn't care, but soon her attention was drawn to the sound of the keyboard.

After thinking for a moment, she could no longer suppress her curiosity. She quietly stood up, tiptoed behind Seiji Fujiwara, and looked at the screen.

With just one glance, Shi Yu's breath caught in her throat.

[After passing through the long tunnel marking the county border, we entered a snow-covered country. The night sky was a vast expanse of white. The train stopped in front of the signal station.]

The very first sentence seemed to possess a magical power that transcended time and space, instantly allowing her to see that boundless, desolate snowfield.

She couldn't help but keep reading, and soon she was completely captivated by the heartbreakingly beautiful icy world constructed from words, unable to extricate herself.

A young woman stood up from the seat opposite Shimamura and opened the glass window in front of his seat. A gust of cold air swept in. She leaned out the window and called out as if calling to the distance:

"Stationmaster, stationmaster!"

A man with a scarf wrapped around his nose and his hat pulled down to his ears, carrying a lantern, walked slowly through the snow.

[Shimamura thought to himself: Is it already this cold?]

He looked out the window and saw only scattered wooden shacks, used as makeshift dormitories by railway workers, at the foot of the mountain, creating a desolate atmosphere. The snow over there had long been swallowed by darkness.

……

She felt as if she were no longer Kasumigaoka Utaha, but had transformed into a snowflake in the story, quietly falling, coldly observing the girl's face reflected in the train window, watching that futile passion burn and then extinguish in that illusory snow country.

for a long time.

Seiji Fujiwara stopped pointing and glanced at the bottom left corner of the document, which displayed the word count: 10325.

almost.

For the writing session this afternoon, only the beginning is required; the entire piece does not need to be written.

So Seiji Fujiwara stopped writing here, saved the document, and then printed it out using the hotel's printer.

Behind him, Kasumigaoka Utaha was completely stunned, her mind reeling from the shock.

As she watched Seiji Fujiwara's retreating figure, she suddenly felt as if she were looking up at a towering mountain.

It's like a vast chasm that mortals can never reach, even if they stretch their necks out to the gods in the sky.

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At 1:50 PM, in the meeting room.

Seiji Fujiwara and Utaha appeared at the entrance of the venue.

Shiyu's expression was still somewhat dazed, as if her soul was still lingering in that snow country.

Hiratsuka Shizuka noticed this and walked over curiously: "Utaha-san? What's wrong? You seem lost in thought?"

Shi Yu was brought back to her senses by her question, but her soul seemed not to have returned to her body yet.

She looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka and murmured in a dreamlike tone, "Hiratsuka-sensei... I seem to see a mountain... a literary peak that I can never climb in my entire life."

"Huh?" Hiratsuka Shizuka was completely confused.

Shiyu simply shook her head, her gaze towards Fujiwara Seiji filled with complex emotions. "It's nothing... It's just that I just looked at the draft Seiji prepared, and it's just too amazing. So amazing... it makes me feel hopeless."

Hiratsuka Shizuka was extremely surprised. She couldn't imagine what kind of article she would write to make a proud girl like Kasumigaoka Utaha utter the word "despair."

Immediately, she became very curious about Seiji Fujiwara's manuscript.

However, Seiji Fujiwara has already submitted his manuscript, so it's not available for now.

……

The judging officially began at 2 PM.

Submissions, screenings—everything proceeded smoothly and methodically.

Soon, the judges had only a few manuscripts left.

Just then, Professor Yamada, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide.

He looked at the manuscript that had just been handed to him, and after only glancing at the beginning, his wise eyes flashed with an astonishing light!

It was as if a gourmet had spotted a delicious meal.

He read on greedily, his face showing a look of infatuation!

"This……"

After reading it, he looked up, glanced around at the other judges who were equally impressed, and said in surprise, "I never expected to see a manuscript of this caliber!"

"Yes!"

"Nothing else can compare!"

"It definitely deserves the top spot."

Others nodded.

"Let the young people take a look too." Professor Yamada ignored the other manuscripts and handed the submission, titled "Snow Country," to the staff.

Soon, the manuscripts were delivered to the rookies' desks.

In an instant, all the young writers gathered around curiously.

"Passing through the long tunnel that marks the county border, you'll reach the snow country..."

When the first person read the opening, the entire venue fell silent instantly.

Everyone stood frozen in place, as if under a spell.

The imagery and beauty contained in those words captivated their hearts!

"This……"

"how come……"

"Isn't it too strong?"

One rookie after another was passed around for everyone to see, and each person who watched was deeply moved.

Kikuchi Makoto also saw it.

The moment he saw those words, his confidence vanished like a punctured balloon.

Only one thought remained in his mind:

Lost!

But they accepted their defeat wholeheartedly.

This is no longer a difference in skill, but a world of difference in artistic level.

'Is it really necessary to drop such a bombshell for just a literary gathering?' he thought helplessly, forgetting how much effort he had put into preparing for it.

The manuscript is still being circulated.

It was finally Hiratsuka Shizuka's turn; she had been extremely curious for a long time.

Only after seeing it did she understand why Shiyu would utter the word "despair".

The writing is mature, sophisticated, and full of the beauty of traditional Japanese culture; it's like a perfect work of art!

Exquisite and flawless!

Shi Yu watched it again, and the second time she watched it, she was still overwhelmed by the beauty that penetrated to the bone.

After everyone has finished reading.

"alright,"

Professor Yamada began, "I think no one would object to this manuscript being the first-place author, would they?"

No one refuted.

"Which senior writer secretly slipped this manuscript in?" a newcomer couldn't help but whisper.

This guess was accepted by everyone.

This level of writing doesn't seem like something these so-called literary upstarts could produce.

The manuscript was eventually returned to Seiji Fujiwara's desk.

He picked up the manuscript, pretended to read it, then a look of admiration appeared on his face, and he began his analysis:

"This article is indeed a masterpiece. Its brilliance lies first and foremost in its language, which is full of the beauty of 'mono no aware' and 'yūgen'..."

He analyzed the brilliance of "Snow Country" incisively and profoundly, from its language, artistic conception, and even the unique narrative perspective of "observing reality through the illusory image reflected in the car window".

Everyone present, including the literary luminaries, nodded in agreement with Seiji Fujiwara's analysis.

Professor Yamada looked at him with even greater satisfaction, feeling that his own analysis might not be as thorough as Yamada's.

But it is precisely because of this.

The professors began to scrutinize each other, each suspecting that an old friend was joking.

No one expected that this article would come from the hand of the very young man who had provided the most insightful analysis.

"All right!"

Professor Yamada stood up excitedly and said to the host, "Go open the cabinet! Let's see who wrote 'Snow Country'!"

All eyes were focused on the locked cabinet.

"Yes, Professor Yamada!"

The host used a key to open the cabinet door, rummaged around inside for a moment, and took out the signed manuscript.

He walked onto the stage and glanced down at the signature on the manuscript.

The next second, the host's expression froze.

He stared in astonishment, looked at it again in disbelief, and even reached out to rub his eyes hard.

But the name on the manuscript is still clearly printed there.

"What's wrong? Read it quickly!"

"Whose masterpiece is this?"

The professors and senior figures in the audience, seeing the host's bewildered reaction, urged him on in confusion.

The rookies whispered among themselves, full of curiosity.

The host was undecided. He felt his throat was dry and quickly stepped off the stage, handing the signed manuscript to Professor Yamada with trembling hands.

Professor Yamada took it with a puzzled look and looked down at it.

"Fujiwara...Seiji?"

Upon seeing the name above, he was taken aback, looked up sharply, and stared intently at Seiji Fujiwara with the eyes of someone looking at a monster!