Chapter 21: The day I make the game of life. (7)
＊ Day 7 ＊
The time I have left is less then half a day.
Today is the day we agreed on. After I sent Misaki to the nursery school. I head straight for the internet cafe. And while I’m charging the laptop with their electricity I keep my fingers moving on the keyboard.
Right now, I’m rewriting the program from the beginning.
Although I said that I’m rewriting it from the start, it’s actually on the scale that even beginners could complete it in just a few hours. It’s not such an absurd task.
At first I write all of the program down before compiling it in one go, but if I do that I won’t know what is the cause of the error. That’s why right now I’m compiling it step by step.
“I see, so the problem is here.”
Checking it one by one.
The incomprehensible error texts that I encountered at first, now I understand them as clear as day.
“This one here is new……”
And when I’m careless a new error appeared.
This is tough. But, I don’t feel any distress.
I’ve made many mistakes, and when I do I feels really worried, desperately thinking of the solution, and slowly solving it one by one.
Its process is actually very simple. Even Misaki can do this, if given her some time.
Which means I only grow big outside but inside I’m actually just a five years old kid.
With this can I finally become a good parent I wonder, or did I finally got my revenge on those unreasonable parents, or would this make Misaki happy…… As expected of me. I don’t even know myself.
“How much time do I have left?”
Only six hours.
Including the time I have to pick Misaki up, the actual time I have left for working would be around three hours.
“……Can I make it in time?”
As for the progress, there’s about half of it left. Considering the time it takes for half of the progress I won’t make it in time.
However, I myself right now is difference from myself a few hours ago.
I’ve fought with it many times, and finally have learned how to defeat those errors.
“……I definitely won’t ever lose.”
I’m feeling sleepy. If I let my guard down I’ll lose my consciousness immediately.
I haven’t slept at all since the fourth day night. My headache won’t stop at all because I overused what little brain I have.
Eyes are growing hazy. I can’t feel my fingertips anymore. There’s a strange feeling in my stomach, if I’m careless I might just vomit right there. My physical condition is in the worst state possible. My whole body is screaming for rest.
“Don’t fuck with me, I won’t rest ever.”
It’s your damn fault.
You always run away. You never get anything done, and only run away to get some fun.
An act like that isn’t adult-like at all.
Normal adults would overcome anything in their path.
It’s the same for Misaki and her mini gyudon.
For kids it’d be an intimidating enemy, but for adults, it’s just an easy prey. What would be their enemy would be the tabs that they’ve piled up.
I clapped my cheeks to get my spirit up.
I won’t run away for the second time.
I absolutely won’t lose to the enemy this time.
I continue typing. The errors are still appearing as usual, the progress is slowly being completed.
My senses are sharpened.
The keyboard noises are wearing down my nerve. I put more strength into my fingertips. The sound of my heartbeat is getting louder.
……Shut up.
I tried to ignore the noise and starts concentrating.
As if the concept of time didn’t exist at all, I continue to type without a rest.
The game I desperately trying to make is, shabby.
Only texts appeared on the screen. Both the roulette and events are fixed, so no matter how many times you played it the results would be the same.
That lolicon didn’t specify the details. But normally, people wouldn’t expect for something of this level. So I think he’s expecting for something of higher quality.
But still this is all I can offer right now.
That’s why, I had to keep going. Even if in the future I’d be branded as an idiot, I will keep going. Even if I can’t get the perfect one hundred score, at least getting one score is way better than getting a zero.
……That’s why, shut the fuck up!
I shouted in my mind at the ringing noise in my ears.
I’m frustrated. I used to live without thinking much, but when I get serious this happens.
My anxiety is overflowing.
My negative thoughts won’t stop.
I feels miserably weak.
It can’t be helped to hate myself who’s like that.
I really want to punch my past self when I didn’t yet meet Misaki, I want to take all of my time that I’ve been lazing around back.
I’m…… really scared of failure.
No matter how much effort you put in, it’s all gone if you failed even just once. That’s why, I thought that it’s a waste of time to do anything at all, and ended up doing nothing.
And that’s also why, I’ve come to understand one thing.
Misaki is afraid of me. It’s not that I’m scary, surely it’s because she’s also scared of failure.
I don’t know what exactly happened when she’s with that fucking bitch. But Misaki, I’m sure that she’s searching for the cause of the failure since she’s young.
Maybe I’ll be abandoned again.
I felt those thoughts radiating from Misaki.
But even so, she didn’t run away.
Which means, the anxiety that I’m freaking out about, even five years old kid can manage to suppressed it down.
That’s why, I can’t lose to this.
Because…… I’m going to be Misaki’s parent after all!
“A little bit more!”
Soon, it’ll be the time I’ve to pick Misaki up.
After both of us returned home, we’ll have to get some food, and head straight to the public bathhouse after. The remaining time I have left for work, is not even thirty minutes.
I’ve to speed up.
My fingers are moving at the speed that even I can’t believe myself.
I keep tapping the keyboards with my hands,
And then――
My first challenge, is finally over.
Chapter 21: The day I make the game of life. (7)
＊ Day 7 ＊
The time I have left is less then half a day.
Today is the day we agreed on. After I sent Misaki to the nursery school. I head straight for the internet cafe. And while I’m charging the laptop with their electricity I keep my fingers moving on the keyboard.
Right now, I’m rewriting the program from the beginning.
Although I said that I’m rewriting it from the start, it’s actually on the scale that even beginners could complete it in just a few hours. It’s not such an absurd task.
At first I write all of the program down before compiling it in one go, but if I do that I won’t know what is the cause of the error. That’s why right now I’m compiling it step by step.
“I see, so the problem is here.”
Checking it one by one.
The incomprehensible error texts that I encountered at first, now I understand them as clear as day.
“This one here is new……”
And when I’m careless a new error appeared.
This is tough. But, I don’t feel any distress.
I’ve made many mistakes, and when I do I feels really worried, desperately thinking of the solution, and slowly solving it one by one.
Its process is actually very simple. Even Misaki can do this, if given her some time.
Which means I only grow big outside but inside I’m actually just a five years old kid.
With this can I finally become a good parent I wonder, or did I finally got my revenge on those unreasonable parents, or would this make Misaki happy…… As expected of me. I don’t even know myself.
“How much time do I have left?”
Only six hours.
Including the time I have to pick Misaki up, the actual time I have left for working would be around three hours.
“……Can I make it in time?”
As for the progress, there’s about half of it left. Considering the time it takes for half of the progress I won’t make it in time.
However, I myself right now is difference from myself a few hours ago.
I’ve fought with it many times, and finally have learned how to defeat those errors.
“……I definitely won’t ever lose.”
I’m feeling sleepy. If I let my guard down I’ll lose my consciousness immediately.
I haven’t slept at all since the fourth day night. My headache won’t stop at all because I overused what little brain I have.
Eyes are growing hazy. I can’t feel my fingertips anymore. There’s a strange feeling in my stomach, if I’m careless I might just vomit right there. My physical condition is in the worst state possible. My whole body is screaming for rest.
“Don’t fuck with me, I won’t rest ever.”
It’s your damn fault.
You always run away. You never get anything done, and only run away to get some fun.
An act like that isn’t adult-like at all.
Normal adults would overcome anything in their path.
It’s the same for Misaki and her mini gyudon.
For kids it’d be an intimidating enemy, but for adults, it’s just an easy prey. What would be their enemy would be the tabs that they’ve piled up.
I clapped my cheeks to get my spirit up.
I won’t run away for the second time.
I absolutely won’t lose to the enemy this time.
I continue typing. The errors are still appearing as usual, the progress is slowly being completed.
My senses are sharpened.
The keyboard noises are wearing down my nerve. I put more strength into my fingertips. The sound of my heartbeat is getting louder.
……Shut up.
I tried to ignore the noise and starts concentrating.
As if the concept of time didn’t exist at all, I continue to type without a rest.
The game I desperately trying to make is, shabby.
Only texts appeared on the screen. Both the roulette and events are fixed, so no matter how many times you played it the results would be the same.
That lolicon didn’t specify the details. But normally, people wouldn’t expect for something of this level. So I think he’s expecting for something of higher quality.
But still this is all I can offer right now.
That’s why, I had to keep going. Even if in the future I’d be branded as an idiot, I will keep going. Even if I can’t get the perfect one hundred score, at least getting one score is way better than getting a zero.
……That’s why, shut the fuck up!
I shouted in my mind at the ringing noise in my ears.
I’m frustrated. I used to live without thinking much, but when I get serious this happens.
My anxiety is overflowing.
My negative thoughts won’t stop.
I feels miserably weak.
It can’t be helped to hate myself who’s like that.
I really want to punch my past self when I didn’t yet meet Misaki, I want to take all of my time that I’ve been lazing around back.
I’m…… really scared of failure.
No matter how much effort you put in, it’s all gone if you failed even just once. That’s why, I thought that it’s a waste of time to do anything at all, and ended up doing nothing.
And that’s also why, I’ve come to understand one thing.
Misaki is afraid of me. It’s not that I’m scary, surely it’s because she’s also scared of failure.
I don’t know what exactly happened when she’s with that fucking bitch. But Misaki, I’m sure that she’s searching for the cause of the failure since she’s young.
Maybe I’ll be abandoned again.
I felt those thoughts radiating from Misaki.
But even so, she didn’t run away.
Which means, the anxiety that I’m freaking out about, even five years old kid can manage to suppressed it down.
That’s why, I can’t lose to this.
Because…… I’m going to be Misaki’s parent after all!
“A little bit more!”
Soon, it’ll be the time I’ve to pick Misaki up.
After both of us returned home, we’ll have to get some food, and head straight to the public bathhouse after. The remaining time I have left for work, is not even thirty minutes.
I’ve to speed up.
My fingers are moving at the speed that even I can’t believe myself.
I keep tapping the keyboards with my hands,
And then――
My first challenge, is finally over.
