Day 13 negative

Researching through

Yesterday was a hassle for me. The amount of energy it took me was more than my average energy consumption. And the worst part is that I could not find a single trace of that man.

Today I plan on not going anywhere, even if Yoru forces me to. I think I should get online and ask my viewers if they saw someone meeting the description of that man. Maybe then I can get a clue about his whereabouts. Yeah, this will be the optimal solution and it also won’t consume a lot of energy.

I have been a game developer even since I graduated middle-school. I started my career as a youtuber who made visual novels. I was lucky to get an audience who helped me improve my skills and yada yada. So, here I am now. A developer of a popular online game named “Fixiatris”. After developing it, a few months later, I got an email requesting me to sell it. They allowed me a deal of giving about 2 million yen for all the rights of my game. It’s a good deal isn’t it? But like the person who prefers a fixed income, I chose to make a deal of getting 8% of their profit per annum. But you see, I didn’t give them all the rights. I made sure to be the game tester so that they will not almost everything under a paywall. And now I have a good income while at the same time developing new visual novels. Because it’s where the fun’s at.

Sorry I accidentally got into a monologue. So where was I, oh yeah, I remember. I was planning to find clues about the whereabouts about that white haired man.

I open my account and start streaming.

“Hey there mortals. I have a question to ask of you today. You see, I’m looking for a man with clear white hair. His hair looks like it’s out of some fantasy anime.” I say to my chat/viewers.

Soon after my question, my chat becomes far more curious than I was. It was total chaos, and as I thought, no clue. “Well at least I tried.” You can imagine what the next few hours of my stream was about.

I was a Vtuber with the name Dhwaj (a Sanskrit word meaning flag). It’s also my name if you didn’t know. My full name, Dhwaj Shiroy.

After my viewers calmed down, I chose to continue my new visual novel. I just called it V because I haven’t decided a name for it yet.

“Hey, Shiroy-kun, you in there?” Yoru calls me from the outside.

“Just when you least expect him, he comes out of nowhere.”

Yoru knows about my stream and there were several instances where he talked with my viewers in my stream. Everyone gets hyped up whenever he’s around. But Yoru tends to get nervous whenever he enters my stream. It’s been a long time, but he still gets nervous all the same.

“Mortals, you know who’s here?!”

The chat bombards into a synchronized message of “Sir Y the III.” He was given a title of knighthood for some reason.

“Hey Yoru, come upstairs.”

“Alright.”

And while he was walking upstairs, I prepared his model and added a second webcam so that both our models can act simultaneously. It’s a long process, so, I’m not going to explain any farther.

Unlike my model that is being with a clouded face and a lot of eyes (symbolizing all-seeing), his is a group of vibrations (symbolizing all-hearing). It was a pain to make and rig both of them.

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“I’m here.” Speaks Yoru.

“Now that you’re here, join me and my stream.”

“why~~.”

“Just do it.”

“Okay.”

A Good hour or two went by. Then it happened. Yoru started blabbering. It’s the worst possible thing a streamer can expect from his friend during a talk session. At least it’s the worst thing for me.

This went for far longer than I expected. It took his 3 hours to stop. I most likely would’ve gone to sleep if I wasn’t used to his blabbering. The thing is, he is already talkative normally, then just imagine how dangerous he will be when he starts blabbering. Even the chat started to beg for mercy. It was as if hell broke loose. Most of my chat left and those who remained lost likely have been asleep or they might be masochists, who knows.

“(Oh almighty god, I request thy to make him stop)” I prayed to God as if I was begging for my life.

With that, having no other choice I had to stop him by any means. I could’ve punched him, but I restrained myself. So, I just thought of making him smell laughing gas I purchased a few months ago. There is no better time to use it than now.

As soon as he whiffed a teeny-tiny bit of laughing gas, he totally lost it. At least he stopped blabbering.

With that, I became the messiah once again.

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About 10 minutes later, Yoru stopped laughing and started wheezing. Laughing is tiresome after all.

“You…. Son of a……..”

“There are people watching. Stall you cursing for after the stream.” I stopped him before he could continue

“So, chat, any information you got about the person I talked about?” I asked my chat.

It seems like they didn’t hear about what I asked of them. Oh well, guess I have to ask again.

So, I chose to ask again and my hope didn’t come true. No one knew of a man with my given description. I still remember him saying that I should act like not seeing him like others. Does this have to do with something I wonder. At least I tried searching for him. Or ‘Re-searching’ if I say so myself. You know, because I asked the question about searching for him twice.

I really should stop making jokes.

I Guess my day ends with this.

Memory Lane

Next evening, I was called into the principal’s office. Those kids I beat up told their teacher and I was sent directly to the principal. Of course, Yoru was with me. He was a key witness after all. Upon arriving I also saw those kids who were bullying Yoru.

The principal, knowing I was a foreign student spoke to me in English. I at that age, was quite good at English.

“Why did you beat up those kids?” he asked

“Because they were bullying him.” I said pointing towards Yoru.

The kids started denying and accusing of me making everything up and that I was using Yoru as bait to lure them so that I could beat them up.

Of course I couldn’t understand what they were saying because I wasn’t that good with Japanese yet. But luckily, the principal translated everything they said to me.

Just like a normal middle schooler, I denied. By the looks of the situation, I was at a disadvantage. So, I chose not to delay and showed them proof.

What is the proof you might wonder? It’s a hidden camera me and my father developed out of boredom. My father’s quite a genius isn’t he?

So, as I was saying, the hidden camera was attached to the pocket of my shirt. And the fact it went unnoticed proves that how good it was hidden.

And since it was recording the footage at that time, those boys and girls could not deny anymore and were forced to admit their guilt.

Later that day, I was called again. And was told that it was against the school policies to bring electronics. But as the person who read through the entire policy of our school, I just had to claim the hidden camera as a safety equipment and they won’t be able to do a thing.

And so I did, and got back my camera and started walking home.