[Pirate] I want to abandon the captain every day

“Why should we pray every day?”

“This is to remind God that a new day has come and God will continue to love us today.

The sunlight streaming in from the skylight folds a soft layer of light around Ninomiya Washa.

If you ignore her shaking legs, this scene can be carved as a mural in a church to receive prayers from believers.

The confused children came to their senses and said, "Sister, if you're in a hurry, just draw. Isn't it time to work?"

"Immediately." Kazusa Ninomiya was discussing theology here just because she didn't want to draw.

The children looked unbelieving: "You said that last month."

After being deceived for a month, they will not be fooled again.

"Really true."

Taking the envelope from their hands, Ninomiyaro and Sae gave them a handful of candies and repeatedly promised that they would definitely be able to draw today before they reluctantly believed and left.

Inside the envelope was another invitation letter, inviting her to the banquet as before. According to the old rule, she was stuffed into the cupboard as if she hadn't seen it.

It was really time to draw. Looking at the countdown with only three days left on the calendar for submission, Ninomiyaro Kazusa sat down in front of the drawing board with a solemn expression.

As a painter, Ninomiya Kazusa has a common problem that all literary and artistic workers have - procrastination, which is still severe.

And she is the most popular painter now. Popularity also means an increase in workload, which leads to a vicious circle. The less she wants to paint, the more work piles up.

"If you open the skylight again, I will hang at your door!"

Remembering the editor's heartbreaking threat, Ninomiya Kazusa took a deep breath and picked up the brush. Eighty-fourth vowed in her heart that she would never delay it any longer, and that she would write whatever she wanted today.

Two hours later...

After moving the unwanted old things to the yard, Ninomiyaro Kazusa looked at the clean and tidy room with satisfaction.

Sure enough, the world became particularly interesting as soon as she picked up a pen. She had long wanted to clean up the studio, but she never took action.

"Blood-"

Although it took three years to complete, this did not affect her sense of accomplishment at all.

"Blood-"

"Hesha, the phone keeps ringing," a passing aunt reminded.

"I know." She responded and turned around, then put away her smile. She just pretended not to hear.

Only one person would contact her at this time, and the footsteps had not gone far. Ninomiyaro Kazusa could only take out the phone that kept ringing, and said with a heavy heart: "Hello."

The phone bug showed a dead-eyed expression: "I thought you wouldn't answer the call, but when I called the door, I told you that the phone bug had lost it again."

"Am I that kind of person?" Ninomiyaro Kazusa immediately denied it. Of course, you can't use the same trick twice.

"You are." The editor replied without hesitation: "How many manuscripts did you draw?"

He didn't even ask Ninomiyaro Kazusa if she had finished painting, but directly asked her how long she had been painting, and he knew her very well.

When Ninomiyaro Kazusa raised her head, she could see the drawing board facing her from the window. It was as pure and flawless as a piece of white paper, and it was indeed just a piece of white paper.

She remained silent without moving a single word, and the editor understood.

Regarding this expected result, the editor sighed quietly and said, "You still remember the ending of the protagonist in the last book, right?"

Ninomiyaro Kazusa said, "Huh?"

After a moment of silence, Ninomiyaro Kazusa saw the phone bug growling ferociously: "I will come over and die with you now!"

"No, I'm kidding." She is an editor who is a tough guy. If she says we will die together, we will die together.

When her life is threatened, Ninomiya Kazusa urgently retrieves the contents of the previous comics from forgotten memories.

In order to survive, the protagonist can only pray to unknown existences for strength. When the protagonist goes through all kinds of pain and suffering and wins, and the readers think this is a happy ending, she draws the person to death.

On the last page of the comic, the protagonist, who was turning into a monster, fell in the shadows, stretched out his hand desperately to touch the sunlight on the ground, and when his fingertips were about to touch it, he completely turned into a monster and hid in the darkness in fear.

In order to enhance the contrast, Ninomiya Kazusa spent half a month carefully depicting the sunshine.

Except for the sunshine, the whole page is only black and gray. As warm as the warm yellow sunshine is, it seems so hopeless that the hero turns into a monster.

Readers who couldn't accept it even flocked to the publishing house and threatened to change the ending, but what did this have to do with her?

Although she was scolded so much that she dared not go out, this comic was also her best-selling one. The reader says no, but in his heart he still loves the knife more.

Thinking of this, Ninomiya Kazusa understood, and suddenly said: "Do you mean to make me suffer?"

This is a good idea, but the reason she took a break last time was to have her appendix removed, so this time she will have her tonsils removed, as there is not much room left for her to do it.

The editor obviously took a deep breath before continuing: "I'm warning you, what will happen if you fail to deliver on your promise."

When the protagonist borrowed power, he promised to pay the price but ended up going back on it because the unknown existence asked for the memory of his dead companions.

After finally remembering the character Ninomiya Kazusa that she had set, she hesitated for a while, and finally decided to tell the truth: "Actually, the ending was just because I cheated too much and didn't know how to round it off, so I just painted him to death."

"..."

At the end, she spoke earnestly: "The comics are all fake. Sora doesn't have a prototype, but Germa does... Hey, are you listening?"

After a long silence, Ninomiya Kazusa heard the editor's sad roar: "You will be punished by God, you scum!"

The ending that made him cry for several nights turned out to be like this. The editor heard some broken sound, which was his innocence.

"Oh." Ninomiyaro Kazusa was fearless and even wanted to ask: "Is it true? I don't believe it."

"boom!"

The lightning struck the roof with precision at the end of her words, and the fire instantly surrounded the entire yard.

"What was the sound just now? Were you struck by lightning! Were you struck by lightning!"

The leading painter was struck by lightning, and the editor was so sad that he laughed out loud from the bottom of his heart. The wait has finally come, haha.

Standing outside the yard, Ninomiyaro Kazusa looked at the fire in front of him expressionlessly, and said calmly while laughing wildly: "No, I avoided it."

While it's true that she planned to burn the things she didn't need to save herself the trouble, that didn't mean she needed a merciless fire to destroy her studio.

"And isn't it too much for you to laugh so loudly?"

"Tsk." The phone bug's expression was very regretful: "What a pity. I'll send you a suspension notice."

"it is good."

Ninomiyaro Kazusa pretended that she didn't hear that pity. This is how adults deal with each other tacitly.

She didn't go into the details of what the editor was regretting, and the editor would give her a reasonable reason to suspend the publication.

"You can rest for a while." The editor emphasized the pronunciation of the word "you want to go to the king's invitation. I have a dozen invitations here."

"No, I want to keep distance from fans." Ninomiyaro Kazusa saw someone running towards her from the corner of her eye.

Other painters keep their distance for the sake of their mystique, you definitely do it to avoid being hounded by fans.

Had it not been for the good confidentiality work, Ninomiyaro Kazusa would have been stabbed many times by angry fans.

The editor who was complaining suddenly had an idea and raised his voice: "You shouldn't be able to deliberately let the house be struck by lightning just to delay the manuscript... right?"

"How is that possible?" Ninomiyaro Kazusa paid attention to the running figure and replied in the burning background: "You think too badly of me."

"Really?" The editor was obviously still doubtful: "Why do I feel that you speak much faster than usual?"

"That's because my house was burned down and I was sad. Don't be so dark. You made me sad. I'm sorry."

At this time, a black shadow came from the left. Ninomiyaro Kazusa turned slightly sideways and rushed towards Moda, just hanging on her waist: "Sister, are you okay?"

"It's okay for now." If you hit me harder, I'll be in trouble. Ninomiyaro Kazusa took off the anxious child and rubbed his waist without leaving any trace.

"Sister, how did you get here?" After confirming that Ninomiyaro Kazusa was okay and injured, Moda had questions about how she suddenly appeared at the intersection from the courtyard.

"It is the survival instinct that bursts out in people in critical moments."

She once finished a storyboard that had not been completed for three months in one night.

The aunt who had walked away threw away the basket and ran over in a hurry. She grabbed Ninomiyaro and Sa and checked her up and down: "As long as she's not hurt, you all should stay away."

After that, they were dragged across the road away from the fire. Other residents who heard the noise also arrived and skillfully carried water to put out the fire.

"Who was struck by lightning again? He knew that Doleiji had told him many times recently to install a lightning rod but refused to listen. He only caused me trouble all day long!"

After receiving the notice, the mayor hurriedly arrived with a cane. He was looking for someone who didn't have long ears when he met Ninomiyaro Kazusa's guilty eyes. He turned around and saw the house in flames and he understood.

After swallowing the curse words, the mayor changed from an open mouth to curse to an amiable and kind face and said: "It's okay, Hesha, you haven't used the studio for a long time, it's normal to forget."

Ninomiyaro Kazusa's expression froze with her head lowered. It had been too long since she had been in the studio. Some old man was probably mocking her. When she looked up, it didn't look like that.

"This fire can be put out quickly. Everyone has experience."

"Don't worry Hesha, leave it to us."

Every year, a few unlucky ones are struck by lightning. The townspeople have long been accustomed to this and are experts in putting out fires.

Ninomiyaro Kazusa nodded, and a group of people gathered around her to watch the fire-fighting team drop a few buckets of water. After the swaying flames became smaller, they quickly rose with more ferocious momentum and completely engulfed the entire house.

"what happened!"

"The fire is too big, build a quarantine zone quickly!"

The impact of the flames made them unable to open their eyes. They just promised that they would be able to deal with the village chief quickly: "..."

Ninomiyaro Kazuya thought of the turpentine, walnut oil, drawing paper and other flammable materials accumulated in the studio: "..."

At the same time, they were thinking about how to explain this situation.

"Sister, please come to my house!" Moda's expectant voice broke the awkwardness: "My house is very quiet and it won't affect my sister's painting. I can also drink the freshest milk every day."

"You'd better come to my house. My cooking skills are the best in town."

"My house is a bit small, but my husband can sleep at the door."

That's not necessary. Also, don't smile so brightly when you've been driven to the door and fallen asleep. Sometimes everyone is so enthusiastic that it scares her.

Ninomiyaro Kazusa took a step back and quietly withdrew from the crowd surrounding her: "I'm just going to go collect the scenery. This time will be enough to repair the studio."

The sighs one after another made Ninomiyaro and Sa retreat further and said: "I will pay for it myself."

So don't even think about repairing her studio secretly. Seeing those more disappointed expressions, Ninomiyahiro Kazusa secretly felt lucky. Fortunately, she thought of it in advance.

No, it's still not safe. They wouldn't pretend to be workers and give her money to repair her house.

While Ninomiyaro Kazusa was thinking seriously, a battle started around her.

"Hesha come to my house for dinner, and I will cook roast chicken for you."

"Come to my house, the goose meat is the best now."

"My pigs, cows and sheep are all suffering from heatstroke, and they can't survive without food."

As soon as the big move came out, the entire audience fell silent. The aunt who spoke puffed up her chest and took Ninomiyaro Kazusa's arm as proudly as if she was receiving an award.

"Actually, my husband also..."

Let your husband go, and don't feed me weird things!

Ninomiyaro Kazusa held her aunt's hand firmly: "Let's go, but don't make a lot of food for me. I really can't finish it."

"If I don't do it, I won't do it. I definitely won't do it." The aunt promised again and again, but it was of no use.

What should I do if everyone loves me so much? As the object of favor, Kazusa Ninomiya is really under a lot of pressure, just like now.

The aunt's family is installing heating lamps and turning on eight rows of headlights at the same time in an attempt to induce artificial heat stroke in the livestock.

Ninomiyaro Kazusa, who felt something was wrong, hid in the corner and saw this scene: "..."

"Who!" The aunt who was sharpening the knife suddenly turned around.

Ninomiyaro Kazusa instantly hid behind the wall and said she didn’t know how to see and hear things!

No, she couldn't stay in this town for a second.

Where the pig is suffering from heat stroke, it's clearly her!