Today could also be considered a very fulfilling evening.
After everyone finished dinner, they each began their own busy work.
Miyuki had already written her novel up to the second volume and was advancing the plot at an extremely fast speed.
According to Miyuki, although this book told the story of Torachiyo, it would definitely involve other friends of the Shogun as well.
The first volume focused on Torachiyo's girlhood, mainly showing what Inazuma looked like five hundred years ago.
The second volume would cover Torachiyo beginning to raise her samurai sword to protect the people of Inazuma and meeting Her Excellency the Raiden Shogun.
The third volume would be about meeting the other friends—for example, encounters with the tengu Sayu Hyakurin, the kitsune Kitsune Saiguu, and others, as well as the friendships that developed together.
The fourth volume: Everyone leading Inazuma toward even better daily life together.
The fifth volume: Calamity arrives, friends pass away, depicting the darkness of that era. Torachiyo is ultimately corrupted, but in the end, with strong willpower, she regains clarity and asks her friend the Shogun to send her off...
The first four volumes would make you think it was a beautiful slice-of-life story, and then the last volume would stab you hard...
Looking at the blackened big sister Miyuki, even little Kuki Shinobu didn't dare stay too close to her sister.
As for little Ayato... no, it should be said Ayako-sama.
The current End Clan had made new progress in the material properties of plastic molding, so Ayako-sama's form could be canceled at any time.
This caused little Ayato to always transform into Ayako-sama mode while writing, and he could even give his dear little sister a lap pillow while writing.
Currently, little Ayato's first volume was almost finished.
As for how many volumes he could write, little Ayato himself wasn't sure.
Then there was little Sara...
She didn't need to worry. The word count for the first volume had already been reached. Whenever she wrote about Her Excellency the Shogun, little Sara could always find words to express her admiration for the Shogun.
However, there was still a small problem.
That was that in the second volume, His Excellency the Shura Anyakonsen-shou seemed to have quite a lot of screen time.
The Shogun took seven parts, the Shura Anyakonsen-shou took three.
Then the old man looked at it and, for some reason, always felt like this book gave him the sensation of being an old father...
It could only be said that the newly emerged Shura Anyakonsen-shou had no impact whatsoever on the relationship between the tengu girl and the Shogun; instead, it felt like the old father was shouldering everything...
Mm...
The old man chose to pat little Sara on the head.
Although little Sara didn't say it, the old man felt that this child would probably write The Tale of Narukami for the rest of her life.
As for little Eula's story, the old man still hadn't seen it, but little Eula said she would probably only write two volumes—upper and lower—and planned to finish it as much as possible within Inazuma.
Mm, it seemed little Eula was just casually participating...
What a pity. The old man actually really wanted to say something like "Let's all write novels for the rest of our lives" or similar lines.
Finally, there was the old man's own novel progress.
Mm, it was still far off in the distance...
His typing efficiency was the slowest, his conceptualization time the longest, and he always repeatedly revised the wording. Up to now, he had only reached about half the standard.
However, the Geo Archon cat-dragon plushie seemed very satisfied with the old man's serious attitude and didn't really mind his absurdly slow typing speed. It always lay next to Kirara, watching the old man seriously thinking about the plot.
"Creation is like carving jade—being meticulous is not a bad thing. Just take it slow."
The Geo Archon cat-dragon plushie would also reread the parts of Liyue's Glorious Nation that the old man had written before. Although it had already read them once, it would read them several more times.
The reason wasn't because little friend Cid wrote it very well.
But rather, the emotions that flowed between the lines in the story written by little friend Cid...
It was an incomparably familiar and nostalgic feeling...
It was as if those long-lost old friends had come to find him for tea and reminiscing...