Ah, I suddenly realized I'd forgotten the final thoughts, so I hurriedly put one together.
"Sword of Dawn" had been running for four years, and now the story had finally reached the point where it could draw to a close. My strongest feeling was the profound realization that I really wasn't young anymore. Writing left me mentally exhausted, and sitting for too long gave me neck and shoulder problems—but fortunately, I made it to the end. Worth celebrating, worth celebrating.
Next, I could get some rest, and Gawain and his friends could get some rest too.
I'd already worked out some ideas for the next book. I'd begun building its general setting and main plot framework months ago, and it now had a certain foundation. Perhaps some readers had already heard a little about it? In any case, please keep looking forward to it—it would definitely be another fun and interesting story.
But before that, please allow me to rest for two or three months, treat my neck and shoulders, spend time with my family, and recover a little—after all, your Big Eyeballs wasn't the young man he'd been more than a decade ago...
Finally, the customary segment—
Oh man, I can finally take a break!