The email I received ca from a personal address belonging to a man nad Kaito Nakamura. I didn't know who he was, but I read the entire email since it was about Koe no Katachi. As soon as I started reading, I was t with so rather shocking news.
The company had rejected my script.
The man nad Kaito said he really liked my script and believed it would definitely beco sothing very successful. However, the company didn't like the fact that it was a film with bullying as a central the.
He said bullying is currently a major issue in Japan, and a film centered on that topic would certainly cause a lot of controversy.
'Does Japan really have such a big problem with bullying?' I had never actually seen anyone being bullied at my school. Maybe I just haven't been paying enough attention to my surroundings.
Then Miu's image ca to mind.
She had definitely suffered from bullying. The story she wrote showed that quite often. Besides, her classmates clearly didn't like her at all. When I went to her classroom looking for her, they seed very uncomfortable.
Uncomfortable with the fact that "soone like " was looking for "soone like her."
"I really didn't know. I thought producing this film would be easy." Well, if they don't want to produce it, I'll just save the script for later. I'll definitely release this film in the future.
Then I reached the end of the email.
[My sister works at a well-known studio. She works at the studio that produced the Overlord ani. Her na is Asuna Nakamura. I've sent the script to her to read, and she will definitely contact you afterward.]
The man nad Kaito thanked for my cooperation and signed off.
He didn't even ask to write a new script.
And honestly, I wouldn't have done it even if he had.
I let out a sigh and didn't reply to the email. "His sister works at CloverWorks? Impressive." I wonder if she's an animator or holds a higher position at the studio.
Maybe she can get this film produced.
I'll wait for her email.
I stood up and went to the bathroom. After washing my face, everything that had happened at the studio ca back to mind. 'It was tiring, but it was a lot of fun.' Acting really is enjoyable.
I'm looking forward to next week.
I wonder if outdoor shoots are similar.
I left the bathroom and saw my mother making sandwiches in the kitchen. She saw and asked, "Do you want one?"
"No, I'm not hungry."
"Are you going to work now?"
Hearing her question made my head ache a little. "I think I'm going out for a walk."
"Oh, if you're going out, could you go to the market for ? I need to buy a few things for dinner, and I can't leave right now."
"Why don't we just order food from a restaurant today?"
"You know very well your father prefers my cooking."
"Alright, alright. I'll grab my wallet."
"I'll make a list for you."
I went to my room and wondered if I should ssage Daiki, my driver—but I didn't. 'Better to just take a taxi or an Uber.' I'm only going to the market and taking a walk, after all.
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I left the house and got lucky—there was a taxi passing by. I got in and asked to be taken downtown. When I arrived, I started walking along the street, ignoring the looks around .
My photos weren't spreading wildly across the internet anymore, and my montary fa had mostly faded.
My Instagram was still doing well, even though I didn't post much. The only way I'd be approached on the street would be if one of my followers recognized . 'But honestly, I hope that doesn't happen.'
Thinking about it, in the future, I probably won't be able to do this anymore.
Walking around freely will beco impossible.
My privacy will be affected.
'That's the one downside of fa.'
I sighed and stopped at a small ran shop I found. I placed an order with a kind elderly woman and sat on an uncomfortable stool to eat. When I finished, I left the money on the counter and walked out.
It was a 10,000 yen bill.
In Japanese culture, people don't usually like accepting generous tips like that—but I didn't care.
I walked away with a smile and opened Google Maps to find a nearby market.
'There's one not too far from here, but it looks pretty small.'
I headed toward the market—and then felt sothing strange.
For so reason, my senses are sharp. I'm sure I felt soone staring at my back. I looked around to see if anyone suspicious was nearby, but I couldn't find anyone.
'Ugh, that gives chills.'
I kept walking without looking back, and a few minutes later, I felt soone staring at again.
I'm used to people looking at in public—but this was different.
I turned around and searched for soone suspicious.
"Hm?" That's when I saw soone hiding, slipping into a narrow alley.
I stared in that direction seriously and slipped my phone into my pocket.
I ran toward the alley, but after checking, I found no one—just a few workers behind a shop.
'What the hell was that?' Was it one of my Instagram followers? So kind of obsessed fan? No, I'm not famous enough for that. 'Could it be a journalist?'
Even now, there are still many journalists trying to uncover the true identity of the author "Aoi Haruki."
'That can't be it… right?'
I quickened my pace and entered the market.
While shopping for my mother, I kept thinking about that suspicious person.
'I need to talk to my agency about this.'
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