Journal with Witch (違国日記)

I call first dibs!

Hey, not yet!

Ready to pop some champagne?

Let's do it!

Five Years Ago New Year's Day

This is starting to become our own little tradition.

Thank god. I'd rather be here than with my relatives.

Same.

Kotoko, pace yourself now.

I'm just getting started.

Oh, this looks good!

I'm your biggest fan!

Whose?

Oysters.

Makio, you haven't been home for New Year's in forever.

Yeah, even outside of New Year's.

My older sister's there with her kid a lot.

Wait, what about your guy? That Kasamachi fella.

Oh, yeah. We split up.

What? No way.

Really? Why?

Huh?

I get you.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Yeah, right. That was all gibberish.

I dunno. He was too perfect. It was draining.

What? Like he'd nitpick you about things?

No, never.

I just felt stupid and got tired.

Be more specific.

I need more drinks first.

C'mon, gang! It's New Year's!

Doesn't anyone have any juicy updates?

Nope.

Me neither! I'm never falling in love again.

What? You're not? Like ever?

Never ever.

You mean it's set in stone?

Yup, I decided recently.

Rather, I had an epiphany.

Oh man, an epiphany?

That's right.

Now everything in the past makes sense.

All crystal clear?

It is.

Yes. She seemed willing to go today, so...

Present Day November

I'm sorry for the trouble.

Yes, I'll see how she does for the time being.

After all, she has to process things for herself.

Journal with Witch

Episode 9 Intersect

Yes, thank you.

Goodbye.

I'm drained...

The whole world feels noisy...

Hello.

Oh, Asa-chan!

She's finally back.

My bad. It's been a while.

Hey, Takumi-san, I heard you caught a nasty cold.

Yeah. Knocked me out for ten days.

I wish I could have ten days off!

Musaka Band Club

Winter Live Concert 2018

We're working on fliers?

The job fell on us first-years without a place in the band.

Nothing's changed for us since the school festival.

Is that...

Mimori-chan?

Yeah, she got picked while you were out.

She's debuting with the second-year band.

What?!

Well, she's good, you know?

And she's got stage presence.

We either have to get really good at playing or write our own original songs.

Those are they only ways to snag a spot.

Original songs...

They get priority as a rule, remember?

Okay, wanna do a run-through?

Yes, please.

So cool...

It's not fair.

Man, why can't we do that?

Counselor's Office

Is there anything you'd like to talk about?

Uh...

I don't know.

It could be anything.

What do people usually talk about?

Anything at all. There's no right answer.

It's not fair. Screw this.

Is that something I'm supposed to come up with?

What's counseling good for, anyway?

She's like, "Talk about anything."

I couldn't come up with anything.

Probably because your head's always empty.

Shaddup!

Counseling, huh?

A guy from cram school told me he goes just to chat.

Apparently, he doesn't go to school much.

Huh...

Wait, who's this guy?

There you go again. So annoying.

Forget it!

Come on, spill!

Is he your boyfriend?

You have one now?

Get off my case!

I'm not talking romance with you anymore.

What? Why? How come? Tell me!

Because you're annoying.

"Can you pick up some meat? Any kind."

Any kind?

Is that Makio-san?

Yeah, she's been totally zoned out recently.

She's wiped most of the time.

It's because of work, I guess.

Got nothing in the tank. Can't do anything else.

Get whatever meat you want.

Really? Is being a novelist that hard?

Who knows?

But she gets to do something she loves.

She even day drinks sometimes.

Seriously?

I hope I get to do something I like too.

Like what?

I dunno. It's impossible to know, right?

Yeah. I wish someone would just choose for me.

Then it wouldn't be something you love.

But I don't know what I'm good at.

Seize your dreams with your talents

Yeah, that's true.

Maybe you're good at writing like Makio-san.

What?!

Who knows? You could be a genius!

Just maybe!

The exit will be on your right.

Attention passengers.

Please refrain from using cellphones...

I'm standing out in the open alone. In the middle of desert, with no one in sight. If only there were colorful da

I'm standing out in the open alone. In the middle of desert, with no one in sight. If only there were colorful day

I'm standing out in the open alone. In the middle of desert, with no one in sight. If only there were colorful days

I'm standing out in the open alone. In the middle of desert, with no one in sight. If only there were colorful days a

I'm standing out in the open alone. In the middle of desert, with no one in sight. If only there were colorful days ah

I'm standing out in the open alone. In the middle of desert, with no one in sight. If only there were colorful days ahe

I'm standing out in the open alone. In the middle of desert, with no one in sight. If only there were colorful days ahea

I'm standing out in the open alone. In the middle of desert, with no one in sight. If only there were colorful days ahead

Bargain

Domestic Chicken (Thighs)

Hey, so...

Hmm?

Us first-years are all writing lyrics and...

Lyrics?

For the band.

Oh. What about the song?

No song yet.

We're starting with lyrics.

You mean I can look?

Yeah, lemme know what you think.

Okay. Let's see here...

There's this rule that people who write songs get priority to perform on stage.

I mean, I only started it today, so I doubt it's good, but...

Well?

Um...

Yeah. Wow... Okay...

What's with that reaction?!

Er, nothing. It's just so... young and fresh.

Wait, is this your first time writing lyrics?

You're totally weirded out!

Hang on. Am I embarrassing myself?

Don't tell me I'll never live this down!

No, don't worry about stuff like that.

Now's the time to write as much as you can.

I'm being serious when I say that.

So I am embarrassing myself!

Whatever. Any tips?

Gimme some advice.

What?

Okay...

First off, the main subject is unclear.

It's better to focus on one topic.

The first half is about small details,

so you could expand on that in the bridge to drive home your point.

And overall, your expressions are somewhat vague, so—

Not like that!

Huh?

Um...

What if you concentrate on what you want to say most?

I don't have anything I want to say.

O-Oh, okay...

What else? Any other advice?

What?

Hmm, well...

Write with the intent to kill.

Strike, forge, and polish like your life is on the line.

And stake your life on the kill.

That's what it means to write.

What gives?

How come you always talk weird like that?