My youth romance is always confusing

"I see."

After listening to Zaimokuza's analysis of the protagonist's action logic, I have a better understanding of myself.

This guy Zaimokuza, although he usually speaks in a very immature way, he is actually very knowledgeable when it comes to writing, and he can make everything clear in a few words.

Maybe I really put a lot of effort into writing this book.

"So? If it's just this little thing, you can explain it clearly in the email. Could it be that you are very free recently, Hachiman?"

"Ah, I've been pretty free lately."

If you exclude housework and picking up children.

"Snapped!"

Zaimokuza suddenly put his hands together and made a request to Hachiman.

"Master Hachiman, please give me some advice."

"Uh...oh...oh."

I was startled by the guy in front of me.

I mean, don't be so startled.

Looking at the book on the table, I could roughly guess what he was going to do.

"Well, since I'm free, it's no problem for me to help you out. But don't be like that, there are other people in the store."

Because Zaimokuza suddenly made a loud noise just now, a very subtle gaze came from the cash register.

But he himself didn't feel anything.

"I think you're asking about the new work."

I picked up the book and looked at it from left to right.

Isn't this just a normal light novel about traveling to another world?

Zaimokuza, whose true purpose was discovered, scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Yeah, I don't have any ideas for the new work. I stayed in the house all day yesterday and didn't come up with any good ideas. Hachiman, do you have any good ideas?"

Hua Hua Hua——

The sound of quickly flipping pages spread throughout the not-so-empty space.

"Is it necessary to start a new work so quickly? Besides, didn't you just finish your previous book?"

Although he was speaking to Zaimokuza, Hachiman's eyes never left the book in his hand.

Suddenly, the hand that was flipping the papers quickly stopped.

Forehead...

The illustration is actually a girl taking a bath, it really deserves to be a light novel set in another world.

"In fact, I started thinking about the new work a year ago, but there has been no progress. Recently, the old book was finished, and the editor started to bring it up again."

When talking about the new work, Zaimokuza's expression became troubled.

It’s not that it’s hard to understand. Every industry has its own difficulties.

"Are you planning to write about a different world in your next book? The last book was about a school, won't the fans have complaints?"

Hachiman pushed the book in his hand in front of Zaimokuza.

In fact, Zaimokuza also knows this, and he has his own difficulties.

"Well, actually, at first I wanted to continue writing campus stories. After all, I quite like this theme, but..."

"But?"

Zaimokuza's hesitant look made Hachiman very interested in what he would say next.

"But every time I want to write a new school-themed novel, I unconsciously turn to Oregairu."

After he told Zaimokuza about his problems, he actually felt relieved.

It is also common that after creating a work that is slightly popular, the next work will be unconsciously influenced by the previous one.

"In other words, you couldn't get rid of the influence of the previous work, so you deliberately jumped into a completely different field and created a new work?"

"Ah, that's about it."

Just like when his work was pointed out to be inadequate in high school, Zaimokuza became dull again.

Unable to get rid of the influence of the previous work, to put it another way is -

“There’s no need to completely separate them.”

"Eh?"

Zaimokuza raised his head at Hachiman's words.

Ignoring the woodblock in front of me, I continued talking to myself.

"In the final analysis, those so-called influences, from another perspective, are not just your progress in writing? It is normal for a new work to be influenced by the previous work. If you blindly pursue so-called innovation and abandon the original strengths, it will disappoint the readers instead."

Perhaps because he was stuck in a rut when it comes to writing, Zaimokuza had never thought of this.

"Uh... Hachiman, what you said seems to make sense, hiss."

"But your consideration does make sense."

Changing the subject, Hachiman began to agree with Zaimokuza again.

"Hmm? Hmm?"

Zaimokuza was a little confused by Hachiman's words, and he didn't quite understand what the man in front of him meant.

This guy...

I sighed.

"I mean, it's important to know how to strike the right balance between being influenced by the previous work and being completely absorbed in the elements of the previous work. If you strike the right balance, you're using your creative strengths from the previous work to write a new work. If you strike the wrong balance, it's like the second part of Oregairu, with a sense of déjà vu all over the place."

"Oh, but even if you say so, Hachiman..."

Zaimokuza, who understood Hachiman's meaning, was still very distressed.

"But it is precisely this mystery that is more difficult to grasp."

The Zaimokuza in front of me is different from the one he was ten years ago. I have a deep understanding of this. What he thinks about is what 'rich people' think about. In fact, there are many people in the world who live their whole lives clinging to their past glory. People like Zaimokuza can live off their old works for their whole lives, but he still chose a new direction.

This is completely different from the high school boy who only thought about imitating others.

So for him, I can only give him the best advice I can.

"Actually, I have a little trick for this problem. Can it be considered a shortcut? Well, that's about it."

However, as someone who had suffered greatly from Shinsaku, Zaimokuza's eyes lit up when he heard that there was a solution.

His emotions were out of control and his hands were shaking Hachiman's upper body.

"Stop, stop, stop. If you keep shaking you'll get dizzy."

Realizing that his actions were influenced by his emotions, Zaimokuza withdrew his hands in embarrassment.

"Ah, sorry."

This man is really strong.

I twisted my sore neck.

“In fact, if you don’t know the boundary between old works and new works, you might as well think about it the other way around.”

"Thinking the other way around?"

“Yes, for example, here, people always think about the reasons why the protagonist does this, or think about ‘why the protagonist does this’, then think about ‘why the protagonist doesn’t do this’, and think about the reasons from another perspective. Perhaps, to a certain extent, we can both utilize the previous work and avoid being too deeply influenced by it.”

Picking up the book on the table, I randomly pointed to a passage for Zaimokuza.

"Ohhhh, so this is also possible."

Zaimokuza, who had always been a positive thinker, groaned in surprise. He always put himself in the protagonist's shoes or used the protagonist's personality to think about ways to break the impasse. He thought so in the new work as well, but he did not expect there would be this kind of reverse reasoning from the ending to the reason.

Work backwards based on the ending of the previous work, and then use the characters in the new work to negate the reasons for the behavior one by one, leaving only a few reasons, and then work forward to the ending. In this way, you can both utilize the framework of the previous work and take a new path.

"It looks like you've understood it. Well, this is just a trick. The real way to find the right balance is to have a deep understanding of the new work and the previous work. But this method can help you relieve your anxiety a little bit."

Looking at Zaimokuza who was shocked, I smiled slightly.

"Indeed, indeed, if you think about it that way....Ahhh, inspiration comes to me!"

Zaimokuza's voice gradually grew louder and higher in pitch.

"Hey Hey hey!"

The attention behind me is starting to gather again.

"If we reason the other way around and change and negate the protagonist's reasons for their actions one by one, then we might be able to reach another ending in a reasonable way, um!"

Is it my illusion? This guy's glasses reflected some light just now.

"Hello? Zaimokuza?"

Anyway, we can't let this guy continue to make trouble.

"Haha, Hachiman, I just thought, if we change the protagonist's situation a little bit and give him a new reason to act, then there will be a new ending."

"Hi, yes, but can you sit down first?"

After calming down the agitated Zaimokuza, the surrounding vision finally became less glaring.

"But in the end, isn't this how galgames work? Different choices lead to different endings."

"Hmm, it seems so."

But it's a good idea if it can solve the problem, isn't it?

"In this way, I think there is more potential for the previous game. If different choices made by people lead to different endings, then it will be a completely new story."

"what?"

This time I was the one who was shocked. What was this guy thinking?

"Isn't it about the new work—"

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a new work or an old one, as long as it can tell a new story.”

Zaimokuza interrupted Hachiman with a wave of his hand.

“But there’s a complication here.”

I was perceptive enough to sense something was wrong.

"Since you are going to continue to create based on the previous work, the conditions for changing the character's choice must be appropriate and reasonable, otherwise the readers of the previous work will not accept it."

"Yeah, you're right."

Zaimokuza calmed down after hearing what I said and started to think.

“It is necessary for the protagonist to make the right choice under the right circumstances in order to convince the readers. Otherwise, it will just become the author’s own self-satisfaction.”

Zaimokuza, who was thinking, encountered troubles.

"Hmm? Hoho, there is a way!"

"So fast? Aren't you pretty good at it?"

I have to say it, after all, I have been writing books for so many years and I am still a best-selling author. Can I really do it if I really want to do it?

But I found that Zaimokuza's eyes on me were becoming more and more wrong.

"Aren't you still here, Hachiman?"

"what?"

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