Chapter I'm Back~~, brothers, I'm back!!!
As everyone knows, this is my best-performing book, and the reason I took a break was simply that I had no other choice.
Since the beginning of August, with the first chirping of the crickets, I hadn't had a single good night's sleep.
If it were just simple sleepiness, that would actually have been fine; after all, I'm a freelancer, and the worst-case scenario would be making up for sleep during the day.
The crux of the matter was that those damn crickets didn't just chirp at night—they wailed all day long, practically non-stop except for that brief moment in the afternoon when the sun was hottest.
Annoying as hell!
Annoying was one thing, but I already suffer from neurasthenia and my head isn't right to begin with; this cricket racket went straight to becoming the final straw that broke the camel's back.
It drove my migraines straight to their maximum limit.
It was agonizingly painful!!!
My right eye wouldn't stop watering, dyed a bloody red, looking just like it had unlocked the Sharingand, and I could barely keep it open.
Too bad there were no tomoe; otherwise, if I could have awakened the Sharingand, the pain would have been worth it.
Sigh...
In just half a month, I downed nearly a box of painkillers, and that was only because I was afraid my kidneys couldn't take it and didn't dare to take too many.
You could say that for most of August, a major portion of my typing time was sustained by painkillers (painkillers really are a great invention of mankind).
Then I started wondering why I was suffering so much.
I began frantically reflecting.
Thinking about it, aside from the cricket chirping and poor sleep, I felt it also had to do