"Um, Editor Machida, who did you just mention?"
"Ahem," Editor Machida cleared her throat, causing Hachiman's hope to flicker. Despite not catching the full name, he held onto a glimmer of anticipation.
However, Machida Sonoko shattered his illusions: "Shizuka, I mean your homeroom teacher, Shizuka Hiratsuka? She's a close friend of mine. I never expected you to be Shizuka's student, Hachiman. It seems fate has quite the sense of humor."
I didn't want to encounter this kind of fate, encountering anyone connected to Shizuka, no matter where I went.
"But Wakamono-sensei, how dare you say that about Shizuka? You truly deserve it."
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Hachiman's mouth. Suddenly, he felt that the box lunch in his hand was no longer fragrant. "There seems to be a misunderstanding."
Observing the expression on his face, Machida Sonoko said with a reassuring smile, "No need to worry too much. You're still a young, and you're her student. From what I know of Shizuka, she won't take things too seriously."
"I hope so!"
Since he couldn't avoid it, he concluded he might as well confront the situation head-on; at worst, it would result in a few punches. Considering his current physical condition, he believed he could endure it.
"And I hope that next time Editor Machida will keep my identity hidden," Hachiman said.
"I'm sorry if I accidentally revealed your identity. Please forgive me," Machida said, her face showing guilt.
"It's okay, Editor Machida," Hachiman replied calmly, understanding the situation.
By 1:30 in the afternoon, following the lunch break, the book signings resumed, and the crowd reconvened. More people were observing the proceedings than in the morning.
"Wakamono-sensei, I'm a big fan of your 'Sword Art Online.' Please release a follow-up soon; I'll definitely buy it!"
It was unclear how many readers held his book with excitement.
"Thank you so much for your support!" Hachiman expressed his gratitude repeatedly as he signed using his pen name.
With numerous signatures and repeated expressions of gratitude, Hachiman's hand grew a bit numb. Finally, the signing session concluded at 5 pm.
At that moment, the person in charge, Sonoko Machida, approached: "Thank you for your hard work, Wakamono-sensei, and to everyone else. Today's autograph session has successfully come to a close."
"Phew, it's finally over. My hands are almost numb," Hachiman sighed, shifting his body to alleviate the stiffness from sitting for so long.
"Haha, thank you for your hard work, Wakamono-sensei," Machida Sonoko exclaimed, handing him a bottle of water. "Today, we sold over 2,200 copies. What a fantastic result!"
"So many! Really?" Hachiman responded with surprise, followed by a touch of excitement. "More than 2,200 copies means I've earned over 200,000 yen today."
"Over 200,000 yen in a day, which converts to more than 1,900 to 2,000 dollars if you consider the USD exchange rate. Light novelists do make money quickly."
"Of course it's true; the data has been verified," Sonoko Machida assured Hachiman, who was brimming with excitement. She then took out her keys. "Let's go. I'll treat you to some delicious food."
In light of the celebration, they decided to skip the Yukihira Family restaurant this time and opted for a more upscale sushi place. They agreed to address each other by their first names when they're not at work.
After parking the car and entering the sushi restaurant, Sonoko Machida waved her hand proudly. "Hachiman, order whatever you like. Enjoy!"
Since it was all going to be reimbursed, Machida Sonoko wasn't worrying about expenses at the moment. To those who didn't know her, she might have seemed like a wealthy woman.
With her encouragement, Hachiman saw no reason to hold back.
I ordered some of the more expensive sushi, and the two of us took our seats.
As they dined, Hachiman and Sonoko Machida delved into a conversation about Hachiman's novels.
"Hachiman, I've got some news for you," Machida Sonoko began, taking a sip of sake and slightly blushing. "Bunko has decided to release your second volume directly next month. We're estimating a conservative initial print run of at least 100,000 copies."
She continued, "What's more, over half of the 50,000 copies from the second batch of the first volume have already been sold. In light of this, the publishing house has decided to print another 100,000 copies."
"So quickly?" Hachiman expressed his surprise. He hadn't anticipated that Kadokawa would hold him in such high regard and choose to release the second volume.
You must understand that ordinary light novelists have to wait for openings in the publishing schedule to get their work published. For new writers, the wait could be as long as two or three months.
However, this is also influenced by the writing speed and quality of those light novelists. Given my fast writing pace and decent quality, it makes sense for the publishing house to prioritize my work.
Machida Sonoko drained her sake in a single gulp and let out a sigh of relief. "It's true. You're currently the most highly regarded new writer in our publishing house!"
After all, capitalists tend to prioritize whatever can generate profit. That thought put Hachiman's mind at ease.
However, when he heard that the publishing house intended to release the second volume, he hesitated and expressed: "Sister Sonoko, I actually suggest that we hold off on releasing the second volume for now. I'm on track to complete the third volume soon, and my proposal is to have the second and third volumes published together."
"Ah, well..."
Observing Sonoko Machida's hesitation, Hachiman offered a reassuring smile. "Exactly. Sister Sonoko, my plan is to conclude the protagonist's story in Aincrad by the end of the third volume."
"The third volume finishing it all? Won't that be too short?" Upon hearing his statement, Machida Sonoko thought that he was approaching the end of the story in the third volume and was considering advising against it.
Hachiman explained, "Sister Sonoko, I think there's a misunderstanding. The third volume will wrap up the protagonist's journey in the Aincrad game. Then, I'll delve into the story of the protagonist in other games."
Given his writing style, he believed he could expand the Aincrad arc from two volumes to three without any issues.
"Oh, I see!" Sonoko Machida let out a relieved sigh. "I'll explain your plan to the editor-in-chief. It shouldn't be an issue. Here's to your great sales!"
Hachiman raised his glass of fruit juice and clinked it against hers. "Then I'll borrow a good wish from you, Sister Sonoko!"
"Ha~ That's so cool!" Machida Sonoko exclaimed with satisfaction as she downed the sake in her glass.
Observing her bold drinking, Hachiman's expression became a little puzzled. He couldn't help but think to himself, "No wonder they're best friends. With this kind of personality, she might be one of those older women who resist getting married around 30!"
"Huh? Why do I get the feeling that you're badmouthing me in your thoughts?" Machida Sonoko looked at Hachiman with a perplexed expression.
What's going on? Do older single women have some sort of telepathic connection?
Swiftly changing his expression, Hachiman plastered a smile on his face once again. "How could that be? Sister Sonoko, you've helped me so much. I'm extremely grateful."
"Haha, that's true, you're quite the polite one!" Given his adept acting skills, Machida Sonoko couldn't possibly perceive anything amiss. She just dismissed it as her own imagination.
"However, Hachiman, how much time do you think you'll need to finish your third volume?."
"I should be able to complete the manuscript by the middle of the month," Hachiman said confidently. Writing at a pace of 10,000 words a day, submitting the manuscript by the mid-month mark was entirely feasible.
"That's great!"
"Since you're planning to combine the second and third volumes, the illustrations become crucial. Your next step should be to have a thorough discussion with the illustrator," Machida Sonoko advised after setting down her wine glass.
"Don't worry, Sister Sonoko, I've got a clear idea." Hachiman already had a mental image of how the character illustrations should look.
"Alright, then I'll provide you with the artist's contact details soon, and you can start communicating." Feeling assured since he understood the process, Machida Sonoko nodded.
"Thank you, Sister Sonoko."
"You're welcome, you're welcome."
After a satisfying meal and drinks, Sonoko Machida dropped Hachiman off at the tram station before departing. Once he was back home, Hachiman decided to call it a night and rest early.
A week had passed, and he was about to resume his classes the following day.
Starting tomorrow, I'll be updating one chapter a day instead of two, as I'll be busy studying at school.
A/N:
Here's the arranged list for the system level progression:
- Level 1: Novice
- Level 2: Intermediate
- Level 3: Advanced
- Level 4: Expert
- Level 5: Master
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Class E, first year. Hachiman's classroom.
Hikigaya Hachiman.
Writing his name on the blackboard, Hachiman looked at his classmates seated below and introduced himself:
"Hello everyone, I'm Hikigaya Hachiman. I'm here to introduce myself since I had an issue at the start of the school year. I'm looking forward to getting along with all of you in the coming year."
A week later, Hachiman finally arrived in the classroom, facing the first challenge of interacting with his classmates.
"Hachiman... Hachiman Daibosatsu? Someone actually names their child like that?"
(A/N:"Hachiman Daibosatsu" refers to Hachiman, a Shinto deity in Japanese religion. Hachiman is often referred to as "Hachiman Daibosatsu," which can be translated as "Great Bodhisattva Hachiman." This title reflects the syncretism between Shinto and Buddhist beliefs in Japan.)
"His eyes are so creepy."
"But he looks pretty handsome though."
"Quiet!" There were murmurs in the classroom, and at that moment, Shizuka, the homeroom teacher, spoke up:
"Student Hikigaya was injured while assisting others, which is why he joined the class a week later. Let's strive for good relationships in the times ahead."
"To aid someone else and get hurt in the process, this guy doesn't seem bad after all."
"Hikigaya-san, you've got a kind heart."
Indeed, as Shizuka mentioned that Hachiman got hurt helping someone else, some classmates began to see him in a different light.
Certainly, there were varied reactions.
"Are there really people who help without any ulterior motives? I'm skeptical."
"Sure, act like you're a saint."
"Alright, let's settle down. Class is about to start. Hikigaya, you can take the seat behind Totsuka." After a series of claps, Shizuka gestured to an unoccupied chair.
"I understand. Thanks, Shiz... I mean, Hiratsuka-sensei." Hachiman nearly slipped up by saying "Shizuka-sensei," but he swiftly corrected himself.
Had he actually blurted it out, Shizuka wouldn't have let him off easily.
He reached his seat and set down his schoolbag.
"Hello, classmate."
Just then, a gentle voice reached Hachiman from the front.
Looking up, he found a girl with short silver hair and an adorable face gazing at him with tender, cute eyes.
"Hi, I'm Saika Totsuka. Looking forward to being in your care."
Her voice was soft and delicate, causing Hachiman to unintentionally respond, "I'm Hikigaya Hachiman. Nice to meet you, and please take care of me."
"En," Totsuka Saika responded with a confirming nod, her cheerful smile captivating Hachiman's attention.
Ah, could she be an angel?
Indeed, good deeds bring good rewards. To think that I'd encounter such an adorable girl on the very first day of school.
What's her name again? Oh, right, Saika Totsuka.
What a lovely name.
Saika Totsuka...
Hachiman's expression froze – wait, isn't Saika Totsuka a guy?
Gazing at the charming visage before me – the porcelain complexion and delicate limbs – it's undeniable, she's a stunning young woman.
Just insisting it's a boy when everything points to a girl.
Yet, on closer inspection, Hachiman noticed that despite Saika feminine appearance, there was a slight prominence at the base of the throat, an unmistakable Adam's apple that confirmed the gender.
"Hikigaya-san, you've been absent from class for a week. If you need help understanding anything, feel free to ask me anytime," the gentle voice echoed once more, drawing Hachiman's attention irresistibly.
Ah, what a compassionate person. He probably assume I might struggle to keep up with the coursework and are offering to assist me.
Even though Saika is male, He truly seem like an angel.
Hachiman isn't concerned about academic challenges. The third-level study materials are sufficient to turn him into a prodigy in the eyes of ordinary folks – the sort of achievement one can attain with just a bit of effort to excel at the top of the class.
However, Hachiman wouldn't turn down someone's kindness, so he nodded with a smile and said, "Thank you, Totsuka-san. If there's anything I don't grasp, I'll definitely reach out to you."
Gym class.
This session happened to be a tennis lesson, and as Hachiman arrived on the court, students were already paired up, practicing tennis in twos.
Due to his delayed arrival by a week, most students had already settled on their partners, leaving Hachiman as the odd one out without a teammate.
However, as he glanced at the girls in sports shorts on the court, their fair thighs on display, Hachiman's mood improved slightly.
Finding a spot in a corner with a racket and tennis ball, he decided to practice against the wall. After all, Hachiman followed the same routine as depicted in the Anime/LN.
However, upon reaching the corner with his racket, he discovered that someone was already practicing there.
A towering figure with white hair stood before him, dressed in a peculiar white windbreaker that seemed oddly out of place, giving off an impression of intense heat at first glance.
"Zaimokuza?" Hachiman's mind immediately conjured a name upon witnessing this visually striking attire.
Yoshiteru Zaimokuza, a classmate with a 8th grade syndrome or chuunibyou , often insists he's the reincarnation of General Yoshiki and even associates himself with the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman. In the original story, he's one of the few friends of Hikigaya Hachiman.
After a moment's hesitation, Hachiman approached and suggested, "Hey, I see you're practicing alone. If you're open to it, how about teaming up?"
Startled by Hachiman's sudden voice, Zaimokuza fumbled and missed the ball completely.
Watching this, the corners of Hachiman's lips twitched.
He's a grown person, so why is he so skittish?
"What did you just say to General Yoshiki? I permit you to repeat it."
The moment he spoke, I knew it was eighth-grade syndrome.
Seeing this "chuunibyou" behavior, Hachiman sighed and said, "I asked if you'd like to team up with me."
"Hmph, I'm General Yoshiki. I could never be like..."
"In that case, I'm out of here!" Without a backward glance, Hachiman turned around, ready to leave.
"No, I do want to team up with you!" Witnessing Hachiman about to depart, Zaimokuza dropped the act and promptly clung to his thigh.
"It would've been simpler if you said that from the start."
Seeing Zaimokuza clutching onto his thigh, Hachiman sighed in a somewhat helpless manner. You present yourself as a grown man, so why act so grandiosely? It's a bit off-putting.
With teammates now arranged, Hachiman and Zaimokuza swiftly began their tennis practice.
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