Afterword

Afterword

A RGENTO SOMA! Buy it today on DVD!

Did you know I have a banana allergy? I’m wholly unable to eat a whole banana. Apparently I can’t have kiwi, either—anyway, hello. Oh, and I can’t have pineapple—anyway, hi there. It would appear that these tropical fruits hate my guts. Farewell, Tahiti. Not that I’ve ever been.

So, that was Volume 4 of Adachi and Shimamura . Kind of wild that it’s lasted this long, huh? My main problem with writing a long series is that I never know what to do with repeat holidays. It feels kind of silly to do Valentine’s and Christmas stories all over again. How do they handle this in manga? These are the kinds of things I thought about while I wrote this volume. Thank you for buying my book.

For some reason my fingers always smell like chlorine. This is a thought I just had while sniffing my hand.

Another thing: Recently I’ve been thinking…I don’t trust anyone who says they control how much effort they put in based on the job. Like, I don’t care what kind of work it is—if you’re getting paid to do it, then give it everything you’ve got and don’t slack off. That kind of thing. That’s what I’d like to see in an ideal world. That said, I don’t know how you’d “slack off” writing a novel, anyway.

At the current time of writing, I’ve been playing Kenka Bancho 6 . And each year, as I struggle to remember enough math to pass my finals, I can tell I’m getting old. Oh, and I played Ukiyo no Shishi and Ukiyo no Roushi . Samurai swordfighting games are a rare and valuable commodity, and I enjoyed my time with them. I just wish they’d give me the option to use the same katana stance and sheath animations that the NPCs get.

That reminds me—at an autograph session in 2014, one particular fan was passionately trying to convince me to send the girls to the hot springs. But is going to the hot springs something that teenage girls would realistically do for fun? Granted, I’ve read a manga where some junior high students went, but high school…?

Thank you to my editors: M, A, and O. I couldn’t have published this book on my own, and your assistance was invaluable, so I’m extremely grateful. Oh, and thank you to Non-san for the illustrations.

See, I was always a good kid, and when you asked me who I respected most of all, I would always write “my parents”—until junior high, at least. But when I see my father eating veggies and taking medicine at the same time, it gives me pause.

Not sure if there will be more volumes in the future, but if so, I hope you’ll continue to show your support.

—Hitoma Iruma