Meerkat Localizing Literature
Side Story: A Day in the Holy City
With some time to spare, I was strolling through the beautiful white city in a touristy mood with Strauss, Eliza, Shenley, and the others.
“Teacher Aoi, that clothing store looks cute,” said Aile.
“You’re right. It seems not all clothes are white here,” I replied with a nod.
Aile, forming glasses with her hands, looked around curiously.
“It seems fashionable to add one color to your outfit with a jacket or shoes!… Read more
Memories from the past resurface in Elteel’s mind.
Not as Elteel-Sirius Flame, not as the 《Unlaw》 living in this city.
But as Sheila-Rubyvas, as memories of the eldest daughter of the Rubyvas territory’s ruling family.
Rubyvas was a land about three days by train from Balldlum, prosperous from metallurgy.
And Sheila was born and raised in such a city.
Being from a ruling family, she was wealthy, wanted for nothing, received education that commoners could never afford, and should have had happiness guaranteed.… Read more
“So… she was an entertainer, huh? That girl…”
“Yes. Though currently, she doesn’t seem to be very active in the industry.”
“I see. That explains why the student council president asked me… I think I get it now.”
If that’s the case, the hurdle was higher than I thought.
I already made a bad first impression on Shiranui.
On top of that, how was I supposed to convince her to return to show business?… Read more
Inside the rocky cave, the air was cool, a stark contrast to the outside.
“Just a little more… Please stay still,” .
“Sorry. Thanks for your help,”
I was being treated for wounds inflicted by monsters, healed by Miree’s magic.
It had been about two weeks since we started living outdoors. During that time, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Sigitt’s last words, “You can’t defeat Gordon,” echoed in my mind.… Read more
“Master, Gareth, and Beowulf and Jack too, I’m really sorry. I was so determined, and yet this happened. I have no excuse……”
“Well, I understand how you feel. At least we’re all safe, so there’s no need to dwell on it too much.”
Gareth gave a wry smile as Rourke bowed his head.
“More importantly, Rourke, are you okay? You took the full brunt of Owen’s contracted spirit’s technique……”
“Ah, so that’s why I’m so beaten up……”
No wonder my whole body hurts.… Read more
“U-use you? You…?”
“Yep. In exchange, you help me with my thing.”
The bewildered girl narrowed her eyes skeptically, scanning him.
Now was the time to sell his usefulness. The power in this negotiation lay with her, not him.
“The Forge God Gurba—he exists, right?”
“Y-yes… But—”
“He’s my old subordinate. I need to meet him—”
“W-wait! What’re you saying!?”
Eyes wide, she stepped forward—forgetting caution in her shock.… Read more
Chapter 3: The Approaching Inter-Academy Battle
……Second period ended, and lunch break arrived.
Alphonse Fried of Class 2-A, carrying a tray of food, climbed the stairs to the second-floor seating area of the cafeteria.
“Next time, would you like to have lunch together…?”
“I usually eat on the second floor, so feel free to join me whenever our schedules match.”
(“But… it’s only been a day since we talked. Will he even be here…? Shion…”)
Alphonse had made the promise to eat lunch with Shion Ichinose just yesterday.… Read more
Afterword
Greetings to all my dear readers, this is Fujiki Washiro.
What are your thoughts on shota characters?
Do you prefer the cheerful and energetic type, the cheeky yet kind-hearted one, the outwardly meek but inwardly resilient kind, or the purely innocent and clingy type?
Everyone likely has their own preferences on the matter.
So allow me to share mine here.
[A shota who has gone through dark experiences in the past, causing his mentality to mature beyond his years, usually unflappable and calm in demeanor, but his true self slips out around older sister-figures he’s comfortable with, revealing rare moments of expression and emotion that contrast his usual stoic face.]… Read more
Act 5: Dear Rainy Girl
The ones enjoying the performance of Excia, the Winged Guardian, weren’t just the children (and otaku).
Up on the second floor of the chapel, the so-called “dignitaries” were also enraptured by the heavenly music.
Isana, seated at the far end of the guest section as their guide, was—
“Ugh… I can’t take this anymore… Why do you like me…? I don’t get it… It’s scary…”
—mentally battered by the unreasonable affection from some suspicious otaku.… Read more
A massive LL-sized delivery pizza loomed imposingly on the table.
It was from one of those junk-food chains constantly advertising on TV. And not just any pizza—this one was loaded with extra toppings, a calorie bomb of the kind some unhinged streamer might order as a stupid stunt.
And on the slice in Izumi’s hand—
Even more extra cheese!
A delivery pizza already piled with a lethal dose of cheese…
…and then buying additional cheese to melt over it with a torch, as much as you wanted!… Read more