Having decided to earn money by writing light novels, Hachiman felt it was time to do some groundwork.
Switching on his phone, he searched for the titles of popular light novels from his past life that he remembered. Much to his disappointment, many of those novels had already been published in this world, leaving him with limited options.
"Huh? It seems this one hasn't been published yet!" After some searching, Hachiman suddenly stumbled upon a light novel that hadn't been adapted.
"Sword Art Online."
After double-checking, Hachiman confirmed that this particular light novel had yet to make its appearance in this world.
"Hmph, if that's the case, I'll ignite a two-sword style climax in this world – Starburst Airflow Slash!" Hachiman exclaimed gleefully.
With the novel idea in mind, Hachiman positioned himself in front of his vintage computer and embarked on his writing journey.
Thankfully, Hachiman possessed strong literary skills and had been a humanities student in his previous life. His writing abilities were solid. Additionally, he retained a clear memory of the original light novel, making the writing process relatively smooth.
After tidying up the novel's outline, he managed to churn out 2,000 words in a little over an hour. Back in his former life, this speed would have astonished even the most prolific of street writers.
Satisfied with his progress, Hachiman nodded as he observed the new writing module materialize on the virtual screen within his mind.
Taking a moment to stretch comfortably, he delved back into his writing, aiming to produce 10,000 words today.
Having penned down 10,000 words, Hachiman stood up and stretched. He was becoming adept at utilizing the writing module; he had learned that crafting 10,000 words could enhance his proficiency by 100 points.
Checking the time, he realized it was already past half-past five – time to start preparing dinner for Komachi.
Following the meal, Hachiman joined Komachi on the sofa to watch anime together. Komachi, at the age of 14, retained a keen interest in anime.
After the anime ended, it was already past eight o'clock. Hachiman got up and looked at Komachi. "It's getting late, Komachi. You're at an age where your body is still growing. It's time to wash up and go to sleep."
"Why are you so naggy, just like our parents?" Komachi retorted, grumbling as she stood up. Despite her complaints, she obediently headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Hearing Komachi's complaints, Hachiman couldn't help but curl his lips in response. He thought to himself, If our parents find out that you're staying up this late, it'll probably be an issue, and I might end up taking the heat for it. My status in this family is certainly at the bottom.He considered it fortunate that they didn't have any pets, musing, If we did, I wouldn't be surprised if even the pet's status ended up higher than mine.
Once Komachi finished washing up, Hachiman followed suit and headed back to his room.
Back in his room, Hachiman settled in front of his computer once again, diving back into his burgeoning writing venture. Currently, he had just reached the 10,000-word mark. However, if he aimed to submit the work to an editor, he would need to complete at least the first volume, which was 100,000 words. That goal wasn't too far away.
After adding another 5,000 words to his project, he checked the time and realized it was past ten o'clock. Not wanting to stay up any longer, he powered off the computer and went to bed.
The night passed uneventfully.
Around seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock chimed, rousing Hachiman from his slumber. He groggily extended his hand to silence the alarm.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Hachiman rose and ambled to the window. Pulling the curtains apart, he let the sunlight stream in, then opened the window. With a languid stretch, he stood before the window and gazed outside. The sky displayed a pristine shade of light blue, extending flawlessly across the expanse.
Weather could undoubtedly impact one's mood, and the unblemished sky lifted Hachiman's spirits.
As sunlight filtered through the window, a gentle breeze wafted in, carrying the scent of fresh grass and a delicate floral aroma.
Dressed and ready, Hachiman exited his room and made his way to the backyard, wooden sword in hand. A small open area provided ample room for practicing kendo.
Lacking knowledge of any proper kendo techniques, he began with simple swings of the wooden sword.
The first hundred swings were manageable, the next two hundred somewhat challenging yet still doable. He pushed through, reaching three hundred... four hundred... and finally five hundred swings.
After completing his regimen of 500 wooden sword swings, his arms grew too fatigued to lift. He shuffled back to the living room, arms hanging limply.
Observing the 100-point increase in proficiency on the panel and feeling the soreness in his lower arms, Hachiman let out an exasperated sigh. Earning these 100 points had proven to be quite an ordeal.
He reflected on the fact that his physical condition was to blame. Recalling correctly, during his first year of high school, he had been struck by Yukino's car, landing him in the hospital for a month after saving Yui's pet.
With this in mind, he resolved to incorporate jogging into his morning routine, aiming to bolster his physique before delving into kendo practice.
Gazing at the panel in my mind:
[Host: Hikigaya Hachiman]
[Age: 16 years old]
[Modules loaded: Cooking Lv1 (540/1000), Learning Lv1 (330/1000), Kendo Lv1 (310/1000), Writing Lv1 (290/1000)]
Seeing his kendo proficiency had now reached a third of the way, he felt that his efforts hadn't been in vain. Taking a brief rest on the sofa, he realized it was past eight o'clock – time to prepare breakfast for Komachi.
Following breakfast, Hachiman bid his farewell and retreated to his room to resume his writing. For now, he didn't intend to reveal his light novel-writing endeavor to Komachi; he could explain everything once the light novel was actually published.
Observing her Onii-chan retreat to his room, Komachi sighed softly. From her perspective, Hachiman's solitary habits were likely due to his lack of friends and his loneliness.
As she contemplated this, a new worry surfaced: Would Onii-chan ever find a girlfriend if he continued down this path?
If Hachiman were privy to Komachi's thoughts, he might likely jest,"Ah, my dear sister, your concerns are entirely unnecessary." He'd likely follow with a playful remark, highlighting that even in the original storyline, he managed to secure a girlfriend eventually.
In the midst of dinner with Komachi and a brief anime interlude, Hachiman continued his ceaseless typing within his room. Adding the 15,000 words he penned the previous day, his output had already crossed the 30,000-word threshold.
This rapid pace prompted Hachiman to half-seriously remark that he might just turn into a tentacle monster sooner or later.
After saving his work for the day, Hachiman felt relieved. Based on his current writing speed, he anticipated completing 100,000 words within about four or five days.
Checking the time, he decided against staying up late. Instead, he planned to wake up early the next morning for some exercise. Hachiman turned off his computer, switched off the lights, and drifted off to sleep.
Around 6 o'clock in the morning, Hachiman awoke and donned his sportswear, getting ready for a run.
While he outwardly claimed that exercise was for his health and kendo practice improvement, the underlying motivation was slightly different. Hachiman harbored a fear that if he ever had a girlfriend in the future, he wouldn't want to run out of energy during intimate moments, which would be rather embarrassing. Hence, he deemed it essential to whip himself into shape for the sake of his future endeavors.
What? You think I can't get a girlfriend?
Don't underestimate me. Even in the original storyline, Hachiman ended up with Yukino in the end. And let's not forget Yui—she's in the picture too. It's not limited to just Yukino and Yui. If Shizuka Hiratsuka is still single by then, well, I could begrudgingly consider her as well.
A wry grin formed as Hachiman mused on the idea of sharing this thought with Shizuka-sensei. "Although," he added, "if she took it seriously, I might just get beaten to a pulp."
As he continued his jog down the street, Hachiman's thoughts wandered in wild directions, a blend of determination and amusing hypotheticals.
"Wait... If you can overpower Shizuka-sensei, you could even dare to say that to her face," Hachiman pondered with a mischievous smirk, his thoughts veering into whimsical territory.
Jogging along the street, his mind continued to race, driven by imaginative notions.
As the hour was still early—before seven o'clock—there was a notable lack of people on the streets.
.....
"Mom, I'm taking Sable for a walk," a girl with light peach hair informed her mother as she exited the Yuigahama residence, her dachshund on a leash.
"Alright, Yui. Have fun and take care!" Her mother's response trailed behind her as she stepped out.
With a vibrant smile, Yuigahama Yui addressed her companion, "Ready, Sable? Let's give it our all and run together today!"
"Woof! Woof!" Sable enthusiastically barked, eager for the impending activity.
As Hachiman jogged, struggling to catch his breath, Yuigahama Yui embarked on her own exercise routine with her dog.
He and she, destined to cross paths in a car accident a month later, found themselves brought together sooner due to Hachiman's impromptu exercise regime.
Hachiman jogged up to a traffic light on the road, halting as he reached it since it was showing red. He paused to catch his breath and regain some energy.
Coincidentally, at that very moment, a girl clutching a leash with her dog in tow emerged on the opposite side of the road.
Their eyes locked, a brief yet meaningful connection established between the two strangers.
"Is that? Yuigahama Yui?"
Hachiman's surprise was palpable as he recognized the girl's face. Encountering her in this moment was an unexpected turn of events.
As the traffic light switched to green, both Hachiman and Yuigahama started moving forward, each on their separate paths, unknowingly converging towards each other.
When their paths intersected, their eyes briefly connected, though the moment was fleeting. At this juncture, they remained strangers, unaware of the future connection that awaited them.
Hachiman didn't expect to meet her today.
......
As Hachiman jogged across the road, he kept moving ahead without casting a backward glance.
Following his planned route, Hachiman coincidentally encountered Yuigahama again as she was returning along the same road. As their paths crossed once more, Hachiman hesitated to say something, but ultimately held back the words that had formed on his lips.
He realized that there was no legitimate reason to engage with Yuigahama in conversation at this point.
Observing Yuigahama's figure fade from his view, Hachiman let out a sigh. He understood that the opportunity to meet her again today had slipped away. However, he also noticed that she seemed to walk her dog around this time daily. This presented him with the chance to establish some kind of interaction with her.
With this in mind, he turned towards his home and started walking.
"Huh? Did that boy just want to say something to me?" The girl, while observing Hachiman's departing figure, caught onto his moment of hesitation earlier. She found herself murmuring to herself in a puzzled tone.
"But I don't know him at all, and I haven't seen him during my morning jogs before. Maybe I'm overthinking this."
It's worth mentioning that girls seem to possess an inherent sixth sense, even if they are stupid.
Back home, Hachiman prepared breakfast for Komachi as usual. As they sat at the dining table, Komachi finished her miso soup and looked at Hachiman curiously. "Onii-chan, why did you suddenly go for a run today?"
In the morning, she had bumped into him returning from outside, and when she asked him about it, he mentioned he had gone for a run. It was a bit surprising since her brother was usually quite the homebody.
"Well, there isn't a particular reason. I just realized my body needs some improvement, so I thought running could help," Hachiman explained with a smile.
"Ah, I see. In that case, Komachi thinks it's a good idea for Onii-chan to exercise," she replied with a smile. "But Onii-chan, don't overdo it."
"Don't worry, Komachi, I'll stick with it," Hachiman assured her. He couldn't help but smile slightly at her concern. Glancing at the newly loaded physique module on his mental panel, he made a firm decision. He would continue running and exercising until his physique reached level three. With the anticipated benefits of the third-level module, he believed he'd have the strength needed for his kendo practice.
Looking at the 100 points of proficiency added to the physique module, I realized that my jogging distance today covered about 5 kilometers. This means that every 5 kilometers I run can add 100 points of proficiency, making it likely that I'll reach level three soon.
Interestingly, after cooking breakfast, my cooking skill had also upgraded to level 2. However, it requires a total of 5000 proficiency points to reach level 3 in cooking, which is a significant fivefold increase. That realization left me a bit taken aback.
Sticking to my routine, I continued writing words for another day. Including today, I've written 50,000 characters, and I estimate that I'll be able to complete the first volume in three days.
The next morning, Hachiman resumed his morning run, heading towards the same traffic light intersection as before. Once again, he crossed paths with Yuigahama, who was out walking her dog. Today, he took the opportunity to observe her more closely.
Her light peach-colored hair flowed in the breeze as she jogged, and Hachiman's eyes unconsciously glanced at her figure. While he noticed that her face appeared a bit younger compared to when she was in the service club during their second year of high school, he couldn't help but note the subtle movements of her chest as she ran. Though still developing, they were by no means small; a visual assessment would easily put them at least at a C-cup.
Realizing where his thoughts were heading, Hachiman quickly looked away, reminding himself that he and Yuigahama were strangers after all. He couldn't help but speculate, though, about what she must have eaten to develop like that. Considering her age, he couldn't help but imagine her future and how her proportions might evolve.
"What's with these measurements? She's only in high school. If they keep growing like this, what will she end up with if she gets married and has kids?" Hachiman mused, his thoughts inevitably turning to the character of Mrs. Yuigahama from the Original light novels or Anime, who was known for having a well-endowed figure. The mental image left him a bit speechless.
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