"Hachiman, the winter anime season is about to start! Which show are you rooting for most this season?"
"...I still haven't caught up on the fall season. I want to finish that first."
I'd had a pile of things to deal with lately, and Komachi was preparing for her big exams. To avoid distracting her, I couldn't exactly laze around watching anime in the living room, so a whole backlog had built up, filling my adorable little hard drive to the brim.
Zaimokuza, however, seemed to have kept up with everything. For some reason, he looked absurdly pleased with himself.
"Pupu—! Hachiman, you're behind—! You're still talking about the fall season? That was ages ago. Maro has already forgotten it. What era are you from, Your Excellency Hachiman? Are you a caveman?"
Note: In ancient Japan, court nobles often used this as a first-person pronoun.
Tch, what a pain... Growing irritated, I pressed hard against Zaimokuza's back.
"Ow ow ow ow ow!"
"Shut up. I don't care. Anime and games can be enjoyed alone; they have nothing to do with anyone else. Anyway, didn't you say you'd started playing guitar?"
"Heh, times change... One cannot remain shackled by the past forever... Now is the era of Tenten... Our Diomedea... has this in the bag! Fuhahaha!"
Note: The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady, animated by Diomedea.
You made that sound so cool, but you're just hopping on the bandwagon...
Still, Zaimokuza had a point. Human interests shifted quickly. Favorite characters changed every season, and people consumed trends without restraint. Once something had served its purpose as a tool for social interaction, it was immediately forgotten.
"That's how it is..."
Rumors only last forty-nine days... If being forgotten and dying were treated as the same thing,