Before I could confirm the existence of my own talent, it seemed as if fate would force me to return to the countryside, as well. The countryside, with its bizarre family ties, annoying smiles, redneck punks, roads made unnecessarily wide by local politicians, and only one convenience store… I was going to have to make a U-turn back to the awful, crappy countryside. I contemplated this destination with heartfelt regret.

I shouted in a beautifully manly way, too. “Waaaahhh! It’s terrible, terrible, terrible!” I didn’t know exactly what was terrible; for now, though, something certainly was terrible. In fact, so many terrible things were happening that I couldn’t see any way to fix them.

For one thing, my allowance from home finally stopped. Even so, for some reason, the will to work did not bubble up. Even though I had been worn down, I still couldn’t go outside. My title as a “high-level hikikomori” wasn’t just for show. However, I had to manage my living expenses at the least, or else I might be chased out of my apartment as early as tomorrow. I had to do something.

With my student credit card, I brashly borrowed money. Following that, I sold my furniture. I took my washing machine, refrigerator, TV, computer, kotatsu, and bed to a secondhand shop near my house. I also tried selling my entire library to a used bookstore. In this way, having managed to raise enough money to live on, I’d bought myself a little more time.

Slightly more secure, boredom became the main problem. Both Yamazaki and I became really bored. Alleviating it occupied most of our attention. “What should I do? I have nothing to do.”

I conferred with Yamazaki.

He seemed to be at the end of his rope. Lying face down on his apartment floor, he whispered unenthusiastically, “I’m not in as desperate a position as you, Satou—yet for some reason, I can’t calm down. Even if we are escaping from reality, I’d like to be able to do it in a rejuvenating way, if possible.”

Escaping from reality… Triggered by his words, a good idea came to me. “Speaking of escaping, that’s what people do in their fleeting youth, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And speaking of fleeting, that reminds me of rock.”

I shook Yamazaki’s shoulders back and forth. “That’s right, rock and roll! Sex, drugs, and violence!”

Yamazaki stood up, swinging his fist about wildly and bellowing loudly, “I see! That’s fantastic! Speaking of rock and roll, I really respect Jerry Lee Lewis.”

“Who’s that?”

“He’s the lolicon rocker who, defying social convention, married his thirteen-year-old cousin, making him the so-called giant of the lolicon world. His way of life was truly anti-establishment! Great Balls of Fire!”