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Gamers - Gamers and Kiss of Dead End - Volume 7
Gamers - Gamers and Kiss of Dead End - Volume 7
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Afterword
Chapter 1
Keita Amano and Chiaki Hoshinomori and Youth Continue
“Keita. I…I-“
A night in autumn.
Under the starry sky.
My rival, Chiaki Hoshinomori.
Faced me, Keita Amano, a guy who has a girlfriend.
“-I really love you.”
And confessed while blushing.
…Hmm…hmm?
(Eh? W-What is this? Is this an elementary school game that needs you to
tell “When. Where. Who. To who. What.” from a random situation? T-This is
too sudden, right.)
I think my brain will freeze if I relax for even a second. However, I
managed to snap out of it and tried my best to deal with this
incomprehensible situation.
(I need to calm down first…Hmm, n-no problem. Now that I’m
memorizing everything, I managed to get a hold on what’s happening until
right now.)
Calm down. Anyway, let’s confirm one by one…Alright, let’s begin.
When: A night in autumn after our friends, including Chiaki and me,
played for a whole day.
Where: We have our own reasons to go home a bit late. Then, in the end,
we ended up staying at this dating hotspot, Starry Plaza, alone. A boy and a
girl.
Who: My rival, and also a respected creator that I found out just then…A
girl that’s my enemy in every way, Chiaki Hoshinomori.
To who: The lonely passerby that’s dating Tendou-san, the school idol,
under the strings of fate, which is me, Keita Amano.
“…Phew.”
The replay ends here. I returned to the quiet bus at night. When I looked
back, Uehara-kun and Aguri-san are lying on each other’s head lovingly as
they fell asleep. I…made up my mind once again after I saw that lovely
couple.
“…It’s not over yet. It’s not over yet. After all, …Amano-kun…confessed
“You…confessed to Amano-senpai?”
My scream is echoing throughout in the bathroom of Hoshinomori’s house
that’s full of steam.
I can’t help but stop washing my hair and look back. Then, onee-chan sank
her mouth into the bathtub and made a bunch of “bubububub” noise in
embarrassment.
To clear up the mess in my brain, I washed away the bubbles on my head
with a shower as I started remembering how did things go this way.
The night after our gaming hike with the rest station at the mountain as the
finish line.
Onee-chan, who’s taking the next bus to get her mobile game rewards,
returned home almost an hour after me. Since it’s getting late, I’m more or
less worried about onee-chan going home alone. So, I’m quite relieved when
I saw her coming back at the expected time…However, upon closer
examination, I realized there’s something wrong with her.
Her eyelids were swelling a bit, and her mood seems to be unusually
excited. While she talked a lot, she didn’t mention too much about the things
that happened after I left.
Although my parents, who’re sitting on the sofa and paying full attention
to the TV shows, didn’t pick up on this, I noticed it because I ate dinner
together with onee-chan.
I can’t let this go that easily. Don’t tell me this onee-chan, who’s kind of a
cute girl, encountered something that she’s not even willing to tell her parents
after I left. My head is filled with nasty scenarios. I really hate all the hentai
game knowledge I’ve built up in my brain in times like this.
However, it’s not like I can question this directly in front of my parents. In
the final moments of my frustration, I decided to suggest something we
haven’t done for a couple years to onee-chan.
After I bid farewell with Amano-senpai and left the convenience store, …
instead of going home directly, I started walking towards downtown.
(I should check out the game store.”
Perhaps it’s because I’ve chatted with Amano-senpai about hentai games, I
really wanted to play something right now. Since I’m still wearing Hekiyou’s
uniform, I can’t enter the hentai game area…However, I somehow wanted to
play pure romance titles right now, so it’s not that big of a problem.
The sunset stained the city. Rarely, I started appreciating the scenery
around as I slowly strolled on the street.
(After all, I’ve been busy lately, …uh, even though I didn’t finish
anything.)
(AM I AN IDIOTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!)
10 minutes after the decisive encounter, I saw Tendou-senpai, who felt
“I want to die…”
After school, when we finished the grouping assembly. I laid on the table
and mumbled depressingly. Uehara-kun, who’s sitting in front of me, smiled
bitterly and tried to comfort me.
“Hey, hey, hey, Amano. You can’t just say ‘I want to die’ casually.”
“…It’s okay, Uehara-kun. I…didn’t mean that in a casual way.”
“Loverbears?”
After school, 10 days before the school trip.
I took a sip of the diluted coke I grabbed from the drink bar as I listened to
Aguri-san, mentioning a strange word in the family restaurant. Then, I tilted
my head.
“Yes, Loverbears.”
The gal sitting in front of me is showing a satisfied smile again. The
current mood seems to be testing my knowledge. Let see, …I guess this is a
word that all normies know.
I put the cup onto the table as I crossed my arms and nodded repeatedly.
“L-Loverbears. Yep, I get it. Loverbears are famous.”
“Yeah. Amanocchi, even you knew it.”
“Of course. Come to think of it, …uh, …I heard it from my relatives’ kids,
uh…”
“AHAHAHAHA!”
I left the unbearable room. Once the door closes, I can hear Kaburagi-san
and his friends’ laughter.
“…They’re actually happy.”
I mumbled with a sigh. Then, I plopped my head down as I walked across
the corridor. …The yukata provided to the guests to wear in the rooms is way
too large. A tiny guy like me can’t move properly with it.
“Ay, even though it’s actually my fault for getting onto the wrong train…”
Well, if I want to look for a tiny excuse, they did walk slowly on purpose,
which ruined my transfer plans. Then, they made fun of me because I was
freaking out. The same thing repeated again and again, …at last, I made a
mistake at transferring to the next train. This is the full background.
Even so, I’m undoubtedly the guy that made a mistake in the end. I think
I’ve said this before, as long as “someone is dragged down with me,” I feel
really upset. Especially for a person like me, …unless I absolutely believe
that I’m right, otherwise I don’t want to confront others.
…I get it, nothing can be solved if I don’t clear everything up. However, I
can also predict an end where no one benefits.
“…Sigh, how embarrassing…”
I sincerely hate how “powerless” I am. It’s like I’m being possessed by an
evil spirit, I feel so heavy.
The first day of the school trip. Honestly, it’s…way tougher than I’ve
imagined, to the point where I don’t want to think about what happened
today. It’s so depressing that I still feel tired despite just took a bath and went
back to my room for a break.
I waited for the elevator at the end of the corridor deflatedly. During this
time, there’s seems to be a group of 7 girls loudly talking as they walked
here.
They lined up behind me and started whispering.
“Yeah, yeah! That’s it! The 4-star game ratings are really the most reliable
and should be referenced!”
“Exactly! Uh, although 5-star and 1-star ratings are just exaggerations.
Especially when I’m hesitating whether I should buy It or not, sometimes I
really have to thank 5 stars and 1 star for that final push!”
“Yes, yes!”
“However, from what I’ve remembered, I think only 2-star to 4-star ratings
can balance out between the pros and cons of the game!”
5 minutes after we met up, a boy and a girl are chatting with each other
energetically in the vending machine area of the 3rd floor.
Chiaki leaned forward excitedly after hearing what I said as if she’s like, “I
agree too.”
“Yeah, yeah! Ay, on the other hand, I’m deeply resonating when there are
5-star ratings for a famous game. Also, I feel good when I give a 1-star rating
to a trash game too!”
At the same time, I nodded vigorously at what she said.
“Yes, yes! Sometimes, when I’m playing a truly crappy game, although I’ll
feel it’s way too harsh for a 1-star, I feel saved at the same time. For example,
…ah, luckily, I wasn’t the only person that feels that kind of annoyance and
anxiety!”
“Agreed! Also, I like those ratings that list out the bad points while saying,
“5-star, because I’m super impressed!” It’s really reassuring to read them!”
In the end, Amano still can’t merge with his group on the 2nd day. …It’s
not just that. The decisive barrier is already here, and the sightseeing seems to
be over. However, he doesn’t seem upset to the point that I have to worry
about. …I was confused, so I took the chance to sit next to Amano on the bus
going back to the hotel. I asked him why he doesn’t mind. Then, he answered
with a shocked look.
“It’s because I don’t really regret it. It’s different than why I got on the
Hello, I’m the author that’s afraid of getting scolded at for only writing 2
pages of afterword.
…Since when did I start fearing over of writing a short afterword? This is
literally like the final phase of being bullying. I’m worried even though no
one is trying to prank me. Isn’t this like one of those syndromes?
Honestly, if I didn’t adjust the content at all, the afterword will have 16
pages. …Eh, this is too ridiculous, right. What does God even want from me?
Perhaps it’s a good meme for me to write 16 pages here. However, it’s not
worth raising the price tag of the book! Unless it’s the last volume!
Thanks to that, the memories I had when writing the last afterword is still
fresh, so I adjusted the content. The brand’s falling apart. …God, you’re way
too good at messing with me…
Well, I’m running out of space, so here’s the appreciation speech.
Cactus-sensei, I really appreciated you for adorning the novel with your
incredible illustrations. I’m sorry for making the characters go around even
though this is a school novel. Well, I’ll be relying on you.
Then, it’s the editor. Your first impression of the draft is, “My stomach
hurts from reading the school trip plot.” However, I don’t understand what
you’re trying to say at all. After all, usually, everyone is like that. In reality,
I’ve always been that way. It’s a typical school trip if you remove the flirting
scenes with the female protagonists. At least my dear readers will feel the
same, too. That’s right. Jeez, my editor needs some common sense!
Finally, readers, I’m sorry for making this volume into a description of “a
boring yet happy school trip.” There’s not a lot of storms here. I think the
characters will start making a mess out of themselves in the next volume!
Please look forward to that! No problem! The 8th volume is still a romantic
comedy!
So, see you in the next volume!
Sekina Aoi