"I'll catch you to-day!"　As soon as I woke up, I declared with renewed enthusiasm and a thrust of my fist. 　I'll do it!　If you say yes, I'll do it!"I'll spend all day catching the sculptor!"　Those who were there look at me. 　You must have been deeply moved by the desperate expression of determination. I understand, I understand, I understand. "Yasilo..."　Estella, who was sitting at the table at Yodamari-tei, stood up and approached slowly. 　Then he puts his hand on my shoulder and looks at me quietly. "...it's already evening,"　Outside the window was a bright red tint. "How could you spend the whole day sleeping till this hour?"　I'm looking at you with a really dumbfounded look. 　What's that? Pity? Pity? Eyes like looking at a poor girl?　It can't be helped, can it can't be helped!　I couldn't sleep at night because I fell asleep at a strange time last night!　The darkness of a dark, quiet night after everyone had gone to bed was so horrible that I couldn't sleep at all... but only by the time the sun was about to rise... ...that I realized it was evening. "I'm not bad, am I?""I'm beginning to wonder if your head is sadly bad."　He's a rude fellow. "Yashiro, how about a meal for now? Are you hungry?""Well... now that you mention it,""Well, I'll get it ready,"　Jeanette flaps into the kitchen. 　Loretta is cleaning up the table where someone would have been eating. 　Magda is flapping wax statues in the store. ... You don't have to clean them, do you?　And Estella is in front of me. "...somehow, there are only the same guys in this restaurant.""We had a customer before, but you were just sleeping.""Even if there were guests, it would be less than this wax statue anyway?""Well... well, that's true,"　There are twenty-five wax statues lined up in the Yodamari-tei... ...and they will increase again. "It's a simple calculation, and it's five bodies per person.""I don't need five bodies,"　The analogy is that if you take it home, you'll find it. 　I don't need this sculpture, either. I can't throw it away. 　It's about time we're squeezing the store space... and we've got to catch the sculptor. "I'm sorry, Jinet! I'll eat again next time."What!"　When I spoke to her, Jeanette hurried out of the kitchen. "You don't eat?""We've got to catch him early. For some reason it's already evening... We don't have time to relax.""For some reason, then,""Well, at least I'll make a lunch box...! I'll make it again right now!""No, it's all right,""No!"　Jeanette walks up over the counter. 　Unusual, he looks a little angry with his eyebrows bent. "If you don't eat well, you can't. If Mr. Jiro does... I....""Oh, no... ...so..."　What a spirit...　I can't get away with it......"Or... in the way I cook... ...can't you help Mr. Jiro?"　This is sloppy!　This is sloppy, isn't it, Jeanette?　What's that face that is about to cry?　He looked like a young child when his parents divorced and his father left...　If you said this with a face like this... ...even if I were you..."Old man!"`Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!'　At that moment, my sisters rushed into the dining room with a bang open. 　You did it!　Why don't you make such a fuss?　When Jeanette was distracted by you, and the atmosphere became a mess, I caught a sculptor sneaking about...!"I caught the person who left the sculpture.""Did you catch him?"　What a shame!?"Keep it!""I got it!"　What do you want me to do with my efforts so far and my enthusiasm now!?　You can secure it while I'm sleeping... ...that's not it. "And where is he?"　Calm down the noisy sisters and Estella asks. 　The sisters all point to the entrance and say, "Oh, my God!" "I'll bring you!" "But I'll go wild!" 　Soon the sculptor who made my wax statue will be here... ...and what kind of man he is.""Be quiet!""Don't go wild!"　Gradually, it becomes noisy. 　I'm afraid it's the arrival of a bad person. "Old man!""I brought the criminal!"　My sisters are pulling the rope by four people. 　　Then a man, wrapped around with a rope, came to Yodamari-tei to be dragged. "Yes, young men! Let go! I can't be discouraged at such a place!"　...Samurai!?　The man who was taken away was a young man with shaggy hair and sweet potato-like round glasses. 　What bothers me, though, is that tone."I didn't know that you would meet a samurai-like man in a different world.""Huh? . . . . . . Mr. Jiro! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr. Jiro? . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."　......that one?　It's not samurai, it's kind of like an atch?"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho,Oh, my, I don't know what my dream is and what it is!""Little sister, knock it out.""Hold on, Jiro, calm down.　Estella puts a stop to my honest request. "No, I thought it was probably that kind of reaction, but it wouldn't start unless I heard it!""Then you listen to me,""Well.........I'm a little........."　He looks very disgusted. "Duff... I think I'm being shunned by women and women. But that's the normal reaction. I don't care a bit about you, so don't worry about your son.""... Jillo,""Don't look at me like I'm asking for help... I'm the kind of guy I can't handle."　Now, as I wondered what I should do with this man with too much ash, Jeanette stepped forward and stood before him in a certain tone of voice. 　Then bow down with a bow down. "Welcome to Yodamari-tei. I'm Jeanette, the manager of this restaurant.""Well, this is very polite. It's very painful.""May I have your name, if you like?""I am not worthy of calling myself..."　Oh my gosh..."Take your name, Cola."　Who could blame me for kicking my face because I was so irritated? "Yasilo, don't do that".　Oh... I was accused. `Oh, my God! Hero! Heroes kick my face!'"Yes! Don't make any strange moves, just say it!"　A man who crawls in such a disgusting manner that his sisters who were holding the rope ran away without thinking, "Huh! Muh!" 　...what's this? I want to illegally dump it in the mountains right now. "... Jiro. Is this all you know?""I don't know you!"　It's my first time meeting you!"I'm sorry. I'm a little confused."　The man stops fluttering around, sits upright on the floor, and straightens his back. 　...the rapid changeover from that anguish to sudden calmness, and the flexibility of the body to straighten up with both hands tied together, further accentuate my disgust. 　Or, if the previous one was a little bit, wouldn't it be out of the human category if you were really upset?"It would be rude not to answer the question of name. Now, though it may be a trifling name, I wish you to remember that I was born in this world on a rainy day eighteen years ago.""Quickly say it!"　My face was in such a good position that I kicked it once more. 　What's this fit? I can feel this oneness that makes me think it's not meant to kick my face. "You can't be rough, Mr. Jiro?""No, no, Mr. Jeannette, for this is a little pleasant.""...wow...wow...""...end of life""... brother..."　Hey, Estella, Magda, Loretta. 　Why do you see me there? He's the one to blame, and Kimoy's, too."I beg your pardon, then. My name is Becko Nouveu. I am a poor expressionist, and there is nothing more I can introduce you to. He is a worthless man."　Becko Nouveau? "Hey, Becko,""Oh, my God! Heroes call me my name! Ooh!""Don't be in agony! Don't be in agony!"　Becko moves around freely, with her arms restrained. I'm sure she'll enjoy life under any circumstances. 　Looking at that movement, I'm sure you're very flexible and muscular, and... the high‐spec perverts are almost unmanageable. "Becco, are you sure that the wax statue here is yours?""Well... these are my works that I thought were missing... how could they be here?""It would be a nuisance to leave this in the square. I brought it.""What!? The hero himself collects my work!""It's not a collection!""You're going to write any number of signatures!""I don't want it!"　When I talk to him, he consumes about three times as much energy as usual. 　Why are you so impulsive? Isn't it a bit bloody?"Why did you make so many statues of Jiro and put them in the square?"　As Estella asked quietly, Becko calmed down a little and gently closed her eyelids."I've always liked to make things. I've made more things than I was when I was a child, starting with mudballs, drawing pictures, clay work and so on.　Becko's eyes, with their eyelids open, look out at the wax statues lined up with benevolent tenderness. "One day I wanted to be recognized as a sculptor... it didn't take long for me to think so."　There are young people in every world who have dreams..."But what I produce, as you can see, is all that is not recognized as an artist at all."　...and, without exception, the reality is harsh. "I wonder if I have little sensibility or lack of imagination... ...as an artist I can only shape what I see."　Many dreamers face and are crushed by the harsh realities of life. "I thought that my age of dreaming was over, too."　He is considered an adult in this world at the age of fifteen. 　By then we need to get a job and build a foundation for our future lives. 　If you can't do that, you'll be branded a failure as an adult. 　Eighteen is the age at which people begin to think about having a family in this world. It's the age at which they are prepared to bear the lives of others. 　I'm not old enough to call it a dream. "But..."　But..."Then I met him! To be a hero!"　There's no rule anywhere that you have to give up your dream. 　It's a great life to live in a dream until you get tired, or even if you get tired. 　I like those guys who have sparkling eyes, regardless of gender. "When I saw that great roundabout on the high street two and a half months ago, I heard Mr. Jasilo say, 'Let's do our best again!' and 'Let's not throw it out, but we'll scratch it to the end!'""And did you make a wax statue just like me and put it in the square?""Yes! I am a poor man who can only shape what I see as I see it, but I can shape it perfectly if I only print it to my eyes! I have put everything I have into the statue!""What you saw, what you saw, what you saw, what you said."Sama... I am clumsy,"　I smile at Becko, who smiles cynically. 　...a sinister smile with blood vessels floating on his forehead. "Did I pose in such a playful way?"When he pointed to the images of "Burn" and "Holiday on a Rainy Day," Becko said with an unconcerned smile. "That's it. I'm good at synthesizing the scenes I've seen in my brain, so I synthesized Mr. Yashiro's face into a pose taken by someone else.""Is there someone you know who dresses like 'I'll dye my hair'? I suggest you take him to the hospital.""Not only can you pose, but you can also grow Mr. Jiro's face on radishes and onions!""You don't have to do anything unnecessary.　Well, that's the end of most of what he's doing. "I don't want to..."　Tie her lips together and Becko looks into the distance. 　There was a strong will in his eyes... no longer a shadow of hesitation. "I thought I was fine even if they said it was useless! I just wanted to go forward in the way I believed, and that's what Mr. Jasilo said!"　Half barking, Becko exclaims. 　May it reach me in the distant future. 　as if to rebuke one's once‐stopped self "I want to express in the form the scene of the day that has been strongly burned into my heart, and I want many people to sympathize with me! That's my honest feeling now! I really don't want to get rid of my feelings now!"　Then she looks straight at me with a bright face. "That's why I made a statue of Mr. Jiro and put it in the central square where many people go."　He is an extremely outstanding fellow. 　It's a very annoying way of getting through. 　But once you get through it, you get bigger. If it's in the art field, it's even better. "I want to ask you one question.""What!"　a serious look on one's face 　I'll ask you a serious question, too. "...can I ask you two questions?""You really don't, do you?"　It's noisy, Estella. Didn't you ask the first question, "Can I ask two questions?" 　Oh, and then there's only one more question I can ask you? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."Please ask me as many questions as you like. I swear that I will answer everything without hesitation.""Which do you like better, big or poor?""What!? Well, that's... well, what shall I say? Ugh..."　You're hiding it. I'll turn it into a frog. "Yes! I am a man, too! I have nothing to say to him! Actually, I like my heart horribly flat!""Good job Estella! There's a lot of demand!""Whose heart is frightening!"　Pull out the knife quickly and hit my neck. ... Aren't you on some level?"Oh, you know! I rather prefer gentle women...""What a shame, Estella. Once again, there's an oversupply.""We don't supply them!"　The knife will squeeze the skin of my neck. ... This will cut my carotid artery off. "Well, Mr. Estella, I'm sure Mr. Yashiro is reflecting on his actions... that's about it.""Sweet, Jeanette. Have you ever reflected on yourself?"　Oh, don't be rude!　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .　Well, I can't think of it all of a sudden, but I'll just reflect on myself. It's not coming out right now."By the way, which is more gentle, or a little strong-willed?""Well, I've never encountered such a difficult alternative as this before." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..""...I hope you'll speak seriously, both of you.""Something strangely right, brother and sister,""...like. They smell the same."　Wait, Magda. Who's in the same league? I'll flatly deny that opinion. "I wanted to ask you how you had scratched my eyes and set up a wax statue in the square."　I couldn't even catch my tail because I was so overhanging. 　There's no way it's just a coincidence. This guy may be good at sensing people's presence. "...? I didn't do anything in particular? I just left it when I felt like it."　Was it a coincidence?　Did he just happen to be here when I happened to leave with so much overhang!?"I only carved it up in the square last night."　If I had gone all the way to the square yesterday, would I have met you?　What a coincidence!?　It's a level where you can even feel God's malice!"... Jillo. Don't worry.""Well, Magda, are you encouraging me or making fun of me?"　In any case, the timing was too perfect for me to feel my heart a little hollowed out. "Oh, well, it can't be helped if it's a coincidence. It's not that everything I did was useless... ...let's not worry about it.""You're very dented..."　Because... I worked so hard on it... "I just didn't see you"......"But everyone here was watching him do his best."　Jeanette encourages me. 　... She's a good girl, isn't she? Can I cry?"Big Brother"."Brother,""Niny,"　My sisters gather around me. 　I see. Will you cheer me up, too? 　After all, if you have a pure heart, you will naturally acquire this kindness. "It's all very well if it's all useless!""I don't mind if it's useless because everyone was watching!"`Wasteful foot!'"... Loretta?""Yes! I'm sorry, soot! I'll tell you later!"　A pure heart sometimes cruelly pours out the heart, doesn't it? "Well, Mr. Jiro... shall I make you a cup of tea."No... I don't mind,"　All right 　I'm a swindler. I'm not a good detective or detective. 　I don't mind making a mistake on the stakeout, because I'm an amateur. 　Amateur's reading is wrong, and who in the world can blame it?　You just have to do well in your day job!"Well, Becko,""What is it?"　This is the main point. "Can you make something of this quality other than sculpture?""This quality......does it mean the hero-like workmanship?""Yes,""Of course, I'm not good at sculpting. To tell the truth, I'm not skilled at all. I'm proud of myself, but I'm not as good at painting and clay work as I am.""Then why did you stick to sculpture this time?""That's because... I don't make any money... I can't buy clay or painting tools...""What's wrong with this wax?""It was too much for us, so it cost us a lot of course.　A house with a lot of wax?　What does his house do?"My father is a beekeeper in this ward.""Beekeeping... honey?"　That means he's a beewax, isn' "Is that why it's a little yellow?"　Beeswax is a collection of ingredients secreted by bees when they build nests. 　It is made by melting honey-depleted beehives in hot water and removing impurities. The overall yellowish color is due to a mix of pollen carried by bees. "If you refine it more, it's possible to make it white.""Is there a great deal of beeswax left over?""Yes! It's enough to sell, though no one buys it when you go about it."　The lights in this world are basically lanterns, fueled by oil and alcohol. 　We don't see candles very often in this world. 　That's probably why there's no demand for beeswax. 　. . . . . I'll make good use of it. "Baekho! Do you want to be an artist?"　I ask him questions that may affect his future life, and that are very important to the 42 wards and Yodamari-tei. 　The future of everyone here will change greatly depending on the answer. "Is it your dream to become an artist, to be recognized for your work, and to receive praise from all over the world?""...become an artist...praise..."　Becko closes her eyelids and lifts her jaw. 　On the back of his eyelids, he must be imagining himself as he creates an artistic work and is admired by the rest of the world. 　His expression is not good for that.Then..."Or is it your dream to continue to make what you really want to make, with all your might, with all your might, with all your might, without being swayed by your immediate greed?""??? ...doesn't bend yourself... ...do what you really want to make..."　Becko's whole body begins to tremble. 　What kind of sight do you see behind the closed eyelids?"Well, I'm...."　A tear drips down from Becko's eyes. "For money, for fame's sake, I can't conform to what is called art, and I can't abandon myself! Whatever anyone says, I'll keep making it with this hand! That's my only dream!"　Now I'm sure he's done with his doubts. 　It's hard to chase a dream. 　The realization that you're on a different path makes you uneasy and prone to losing sight of where you're going, diverting from where you're going first, diverting from the easy path, and trying to assume that you're going to be a destination. 　That's the real setback. 　If you want to make your dreams come true, you have to get rid of your doubts. 　Becko must have known what her dream was at first. 　But as time goes by, the environment changes, and the eyes around you get cold... you lose sight of your destination. 　Then you start to wonder if you can't walk down this road anymore. 　If I could get fame, if I could make money, I would feel like I could stay here a little longer... I'd get out of my way. I'd go astray. 　Then they start making excuses to themselves for running away. 　Becko was just in the middle of it. 　But he must have just woken up. 　I didn't start because I wanted money. It's no better than that if I get recognized, but it's wrong to bend and lie for it. It's absolutely not. 　This guy has just noticed it. Maybe he should have noticed it. 　There's no turning back this guy. 　Now that I've noticed it, I have no choice but to move forward. 　There's no way I want to go back to where I was when I was worried, fallen, or lost. "Becko, I'll give you something to live for.""...what?"　That's right. 　I'm also responsible for making Becko realize where her dream is going. 　Then I must do what I can. Don't you think so?"I will show you a ray of light for you, who have no artistic sensibility and can only shape what you see, and who cannot even throw away your polished skills.""Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,　Well, you're not exaggerating. 　I'm just asking for a little work. "Yasilo... What are you going to do next?"　Estella, who is looking at me with a quizzical eye, responds with a smile of sympathy. 　With a smile of triumph, the winner's margin oozed out. "As soon as we are ready, tell the Woodman's daughter who will invite you to the Forty-second leg.""What are you going to do when you're ready?""You ask me to clean and decorate the high street, and to make the people of the 42 wards do this and that. I'll prepare the cards for you.""Are you all right? I'm only going to visit Imelda once. If this fails..."`Don't worry!'　I'll tell her once and for all that I hit Estella on the back with wrinkles between her eyebrows. "Leave it to me. I'll sort it all out."　Jeanette's homemade dishes, flush toilets, and--　Use this underprivileged genius artist, Becko Nouveau.