Time flows differently in Japan. Two months is nothing here. It’s like two days in the rest of the world. So I actually did all this in two days. I’m not slow. I’m like the wind. It’s unfortunate that it should be two months for the rest of you, but timey-wimey stuff cannot be controlled.
Deep words of wisdom aside,
Download 11! |12!
Or read on Batoto: 11| 12
I’d force all my opinions about these two chapters on you now, except I kinda get my need to express my thoughts taken care of when I write the summaries every month. So instead, I’ll prove to you that sometimes I can write very short and concise posts.
What do you mean I already failed.
AH EVERYTHING IS PINK. Get used to it! 2012 is the year of pink! That reminds me, happy new year EVRY1 MY LOVELY NAGGERS AND PATIENT LURKERS AND AWESOME RAMBLY COMMENTERS <3
And also! Aoharaido got made into a light novel (writer is called Abe Akiko), and although it’s basically just the manga in writing, there are some cute extra details. I tried translating a bit, and it’s actually really fun, very different from translating manga. No promises, but I might do a few pages now and again. Maybe.
Excerpt!
Chapter 1, part 1
It was a clumsy and uncertain love.
A first love that, like a flower bud torn off by a gust of wind before it had the chance to bloom, ended without ever beginning.
His name was Tanaka Kou.
In general, the creatures called boys were savage and crude, all vulgar comments and noisy laughter; they simply had no delicacy and she’d never liked them. Still, only after entering middle school, when their voices grew deeper and their bodies taller with alarming speed, had she really come to hate them.
But Kou was different.
Kou was small, his voice wasn’t deep, his skin was white. His body was frail and slender like a girl’s. The corners of his eyes were sharp, the irises tawny and deep, and they left such an impression that you’d never forget them once you’d looked into them once – but that didn’t mean they were scary or intense. They resembled the eyes of a baby lion. That’s what she thought the first time she saw him.
She would always tense up when she walked past a boy, but when passing by Kou there was none of that. Only Kou, pure and fluid like mineral water, was okay.
How long had her eyes been following him around? It was already a habit by the time she noticed.
She did remember the first time they spoke, though. The summer of her first year in middle school, the summer she couldn’t forget.
