/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>2859926,267
Well, Rena beats Satoko senseless using a chair.

But, more importantly, K1 and the Soul Brothers unite to become Ladies Men!

>>2859926,263
You should watch Higurashi Rei as soon as possible.

If nothing else, just watch the first episode.

K1 and the Soul Brothers are amazing~

>>2859926,249
I'm sure you'll see me around plenty~

>>2859926,242
Hah...hahahaha!

The funny thing is, if your hand were perhaps barely attached to your arm, the painting could conceivably make you throw it with great enough force to perhaps kill the target if it hit their throat.

But, other than that, I'm afraid not~

>>2859926,239
Ahh~ The eternal question. Somehow I get the feeling that I'll crush many peoples' impression of me the moment I answer it.

The truth is, despite how I sound, I'm actually a male.

Don't hit on me, silly boys~

>>2859926,238
I probably won't be very far away, all I'm doing is taking a break from writing~

>>2859926,235
I may sound like a broken record, but it makes me incredibly happy to have been able to entertain you.

>>2859926,236
As of this story, the painting is a powerful, albeit limited, entity that somehow aids people in getting what they truly want. There is no real background for it.

It's limited in the sense that you can't will yourself a gun, or will someone dead; but if you do wish for the death of someone, it CAN act through you to make you able to perform feats that you normally couldn't in order to kill the person.

>>2859926,233
I usually post as "Anonymous" whenever I'm on /a/. After all, if I'm not writing, then what need do I have for my tripcode?

If I feel like I can generate a few laughs, though, I'm not adverse to throwing on the trip.

>>2859926,231
Ah, thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself!

Also, I'm always willing to answer any and all questions you guys may have~!

>>2859926,226
>>2859926,225
It was really, truly, my pleasure. Thanks for the well-wishing.

>>2859926,224
Perhaps at some point I will.

>>2859926,222
There are other true ends.

>>2859926,223
;_;

>>2859926,210
I'm thinking about going on hiatus. As much as I've enjoyed writing for the past month and a half, I'm really beginning to feel burned out.

In all honesty, I'm content to allow Storyteller to do his thing for the time being, while I simply sit back and relax. My original goal was to entertain everyone, but somewhere along the line it shifted to telling this story.

Now that the ending has been achieved...I'm not sure what else is in store for me.

>>2859926,207
I'm afraid there aren't any sex scenes for the harem route, simply because my imagination isn't able to construct a scenario in which everyone would believably participate in such behavior.

It'd be too contrived. To use an example, it'd be like the "mana restoration" scene right before the fight with Berserker in the Fate route of F/SN. Just, lollesbians and lolsex out of nowhere.

>>2859926,196
I'm afraid the mystery is unsolvable in the current incarnation of this game~

>>2859926,199
>>2859926,198
It truly makes me happy that you liked it!

>>2859926,197
It's been a long road, but I don't regret a single thing. It was well worth it, and, as always, was my pleasure.

Congratulations! You have successfully made it to the True Harem Ending, which is, for all practical purposes, the main story of this game!

Thank you very much for playing, and I hope you all enjoyed yourselves!

A 10 foot tall Setou Kenji stares with great pride at the sky, a plaque reading as such:

A man’s death is proud.
Stoic as the stone in which it is carved.

“Do you regret it, Hisao?” Emi asks you suddenly.

You think hard about the question. The deaths, the lies, the stupidity, the mistakes. You floundered about without a clue, but still persevered to the very end somehow. Pure determination flowed through your body in place of blood. It is because of those events that you can sit here like this today; the envy of most men.

“Not at all.”

Smiling, you look up at the bright sky, as unbounded as the future in front of you. You’re not sure where you’ll end up with everyone, but one thing is for certain:

The bonds forged as a result of this trial are bonds that will never be broken. You will live your life with great vigor, loving and being loved by the women close to you, and always staying true to that which you truly want.

You are Nakai Hisao, and you have no regrets.

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A shadowy figure smirks in amusement. It wasn't all that fun, but it was more entertaining than could be anticipated, given the pieces involved.

Perhaps there is more to this area than previously determined. If such a small power as that insipid relic can provide that much amusement, than what greater things lie in store?

But...no need to progress so quickly. Part of the fun is knowing when to take it easy.

As if sensing its master's relaxation, a medium-sized husky slinks over to the side of the figure, lounging in boredom. As the figure absently scratches the hound's ears, it begins to wonder what other alternatives were possible...

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Harem End: True.

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There was a great deal of questioning involved, but in the end, no charges were pressed against you or any of the girls. Of course, you were punished for the ruined room, but you got through that just fine with the support of each other. It’s been several months since then, and you finally feel as though you’re going back to a normal life.

You hear the bell ring for lunch time, and are suddenly accosted by Misha.

“Going somewhere, Hicchan~?” She asks, while Shizune stares intently at you.
“…Yeah. I was going to eat lunch outside. Care to join me?”

Misha looks to Shizune for confirmation, who nods, and the three of you are off to the courtyard.

This is probably your favorite place to have lunch, now. The bright green grass, the calming atmosphere: it makes it feel as though you’re truly at peace with the world; a feeling that you really do need, now that you’re so close to graduation.

Emi, Rin, Lilly, and Hanako also seem to share the same idea as you, and seat themselves with you.

As Rin plops herself into your lap without any sort of shame, the other girls raise vehement protest, and a full-fledged debate is soon in progress. Despite your proclamation of love for all of them, they still can’t truly accept it, and debate furiously with each other. However, oddly enough, it almost seems as though they’re closer than ever before because of it. Shizune and Lilly can even stand to be in each other’s presence now.

You sigh, and look up at a gigantic statue of a man standing proudly with his fist in the sky. It took a lot of money to buy the requisite materials, but you don’t regret it one bit. This was a project between the seven of you; one that you would’ve undertaken alone had they not forced their aid on you.

The stone carver, in addition to the stone, was very expensive; but it was money well spent.

And you can’t help it. You run over, and embrace the girl you thought was dead.

“Ow…OW! Hey, Hisao, take it easy! I’m in a little pain here! Hisaoooooo!”

You draw back slightly, only to see the blushing girl looking happily at your face.

“Geez, idiot, at least give me t-time to prepare!” Emi’s blushing face looks slightly to the side; apparently, she doesn’t handle surprises very well.

There’s nothing else you can do but laugh: laugh in complete happiness over the completely unexpected outcome. Kenji’s death was sad in its way, but the sudden knowledge of Emi’s survival makes it impossible for you to feel depressed.

“B-But I thought you…”
“…So did I. But apparently it only knocked me unconscious! For some reason, it seems as though I healed completely.”

Well, you can’t complain about that. It is likely the first good thing to come of the painting.

“Thank you. Without everyone here, there’s no way I could’ve done this.”
“Of course not, Hicchan~ That’s why we came, after all!” Shizune adjusts her glasses proudly as Misha says this.
“You…you believed that I could take care of myself, Hisao…” Emi looks at you once again, blushing.
“Yeah, and I almost regret it. I don’t think I could handle it if you ever get into a situation like that again…not with this heart.”

And, as though to reaffirm the fact that the painting is truly gone, you feel a familiar tightening in your chest. But it doesn’t bother you now: with the help of these girls, you can overcome such a simple obstacle.

“Let’s go. We have a lot to take care of.”

And, putting your arms around the girls closest to you, you walk out of the art room into an uncertain reality.

“BEHOLD, HISAO! I’LL SHOW YOU HOW A MAN DIES!”

And with that, Kenji draws his broken body up straight, looking more noble than you have ever seen him before. As he raises his right fist slowly, you see that your attack must’ve shattered even his shoulder.

And yet, he continues raising it. Defying the protests of his body: the impossibility of the task, he continues moving his body to suit his desire.

That’s right. He’s a willful bastard, prone to doing exactly what he wants.

And so, Setou Kenji dies with his head held high, chest puffed out, and right fist aimed towards the heavens, as if to shout to the world: “I have no regrets!”

It’s…it’s over.

What a pyrrhic victory. You eliminated the source of all that was going wrong, but at what cost? You look over to where Emi’s corp--

--huh? It moved?

Looking around the room, you see all six of the girls looking in your direction worriedly. Lilly, who can’t even see you, but still can feel your presence; Hanako, tears streaming unabashedly down her cheeks as she barely contains her desire to run to you; Shizune, looking at you as if to say “if you collapse now, I’ll think less of you.”

Yes, and even Emi, tears in her eyes, as if to say…”thank you.”

What a re--

“E-EMI!?”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Hisao.” Rin’s familiar drawl snaps you back to the present.
“Ouch…ouchouchouch~ I hurt all over. But for some reason, I don’t really feel bad at all!” Emi grins at you.

“Heh. You already should’ve known that, Hisao.”
“Come on, we have to go get you treated. You have a lot to explain to people.”
“Aha…ahahaha! It’s too late, Hisao. That last punch…it was a good one…”
“W-What’re you talking about?!”

And then you see: Kenji didn’t heal at all before your destroyed the painting. He’s only now making his way out of the wall, and his chest still appears to be crushed. It’s a miracle that he’s still alive, much less talking. He may have ruined a lot of things for you, but even now, you can’t help but feel a bit of remorse.

“It’s not too late! I’ll just--”
“NO!” He shouts to cut you off; coughing up more blood.

“No. It’s futile.”

And with that Kenji staggers over to a window, where you see the sun shining brightly through it right as it is setting.

>[X] Strike Kenji.

Your target doesn’t change: ever since Kenji crossed that line that should never be toyed with, punishing him has been your one objective.

A smiling face crosses your mind; a bright, cheery laugh, and an energetic running gait flow through your mind. And at the end of it all: the lifeless corpse of the girl you love. Tears once again flowing from your eyes, you put all the power you can into one final punch, and--

--completely smash Kenji’s body.

“GHHHRK!” He doesn’t cough so much as have air and blood expelled from his body through his mouth. His ribs are pulverized, and his body is embedded into the wall.

It is at this moment that you actually notice that the painting is right beside him. Leaving Kenji gasping for air and desperately attempting to keep his consciousness, you turn slightly, raise you fist for what you hope is the last time, and completely devastate that which has ruined so much for you.

There was no emotion involved. You simply removed that which had no right to exist. Pain courses through your body as you suddenly become aware of minor wounds that had no yet healed-- but it’s no matter. This is nothing compared to what other people had to endure. For instance, the girls behind you: unable to do anything but wish for you to win and be well, they had to watch the gruesome spectacle that completely changed the look of the classroom.

You hear gasping: Kenji must still be alive.

“It’s over, Kenji.”
“…*cough*…So it is.”

And…to your surprise: he smiles.

“Aha…*cough*…ahahaha…*cough cough*….AHAHAHAHA!” He…he’s laughing!
“You…you’re insane.”

>>2859926,135
How strange: I had just posted in it, too. ;_;

Congratulations on achieving the Normal Ending for all of the girls at once (harem, if you will).

Reversing a certain decision may have a different outcome, so feel free to try it~!

The girls run over to watch over your rapidly fading life.

“Don’t go…please don’t go!” Someone is crying for you.
“…ghk!…” You can’t even die in peace.

The voices are cut off, and the only thing you hear remaining are the sobs of the girls as they watch the man the grew to love die right before their eyes.

“I’ll…I’ll never forget.” A nameless girl chokes out these words to you.

…

And with that, you lose consciousness. Nakai Hisao dies on a cold floor in an art room, fist connected to that of Setou Kenji; while what can only be called a harem mourns his passing.

There is not much else to be said other than: he fulfilled his objective.

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There was no possible explanation for the events that occurred on that day. The authorities couldn't find any way to pin any of it on the girls present, so they got off free: but there was no way to properly explain just why Hisao and Kenji were both dead, and why there was a shattered painting in the room.

The girls, one by one, overcame the looming spectre of the event, and went back to their normal life. Gradually, things went back to normal at Yamaku High, though one thing did change:

A sculpture of one of the students who died was erected in front of the main building of Yamaku High.

A plaque reads: "We remember." And nothing else.

No one knows who actually sculpted it; but a great deal of petitioning was made, and it was accepted as official school property. To this day, a group of girls uses that place as a resting zone. Whenever they feel troubled by their current life, they simply lounge by its feet.

And so, the sunny days continue, forever...

Harem End: Normal.

There’s no time for you: blood wells up rapidly in your lungs, and you can hardly breathe; the breaths you do manage to take are shaky and raspy. Red-tinged bubbles form outside of your mouth.

“Heh…not what I expected…at all…”

The two of you look each other in the eye, sharing the coolness of the floor.

“Dying with you… I can think of worse ways to go…” He gives another cough, and then grins; slowly raising his fist towards you.

And you can’t help it. Despite it all; despite everything this bastard has done for you…you can’t help that you feel affection for you.

“Grk…you still…owe me money…you bastard!” You raise your fist in turn.
“Hkkkh! I thought…we agreed…friends don’t hold grudges like that…!”
“…Shut up…and pay me…”

The two of you slowly bring your fists together; your breaths tapering off at roughly the same time.

>[X] Destroy the painting.

That’s right. Killing Kenji was never your original goal; rather, you wanted to bring an end to the cause of all of this. And naturally, when the cause of everything is right in front of you, there’s no choice but for you to destroy it.

You change your target from Kenji to the painting at the last second, and bring your mighty fist to bear!

*thud*

Blood erupts from your mouth. Kenji’s fist is currently positioned right at your abdomen: changing targets at the last second must’ve given him enough time to launch a counterattack. Such a small blow can’t stop you, though. Such a thing would never stop Nakai Hisao!

Gritting your teeth, you continue the path of your fist!

…And the result is obvious. The painting shatters under the oppressive force of your attack. There’s nothing else that could’ve happened: you wanted it destroyed so much, that there wasn’t even a hint of doubt for it to use in order to persuade you otherwise.

“You…fool…” Kenji’s voice comes from above you, sounding choked.

…Why? He’s that one that hit YOU, after all. The fact that you’ve collapsed to the ground without even being aware of it is proof enough.

“…what…a waste…” Suddenly, he’s at your eye level.

Oh. He must’ve fallen too. You mentally check over your body, and realize that you’re having trouble breathing: his last strike before the painting was destroyed must have shattered your ribs, and sent the fragments flying into your lungs.