
Saki Tokiaki
沙希时秋
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 483k Words
- Genre
- Free Fanfiction
- Updated
- 1y ago
- English
- Request a translation
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195Chapters
1.2MClicks
5.7kFavorites
8.5kRecommendations
322Reviews
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What year is it tonight?
There's a reason it's not popular. Let's not even mention how stomach-ache it is. I understand the desire to capture the essence of the original work, but to me it just feels too pretentious, ridiculously pretentious. And it keeps playing the mystery game, never revealing what happened five years ago, just for the sake of having a stomachache.
Holy crap, it's updated!
How utterly ruined is Teacher Da's image? He's intellectually, physically, and socially inept—a complete failure. After working for several years since graduation, he hasn't grown; in fact, he's regressed. Whenever he bumps into an old acquaintance, he either cowers like a quail or has an extreme stress response, then falls silent, standing like a lackey. He's so startled by people appearing around corners that he trips and falls; he dislocates his arm if a girl pushes him; and he's repeatedly become incoherent during conversations… Where's the arm strength you used to play tennis like baseball? Where's your sharp-tongued, argumentative, and articulate language? Where's your perpetually poker-faced composure? The original work has some brilliant dialogue. Even if we don't aim for a perfect recreation, shouldn't there at least be some dialogue? What you've done is just a riddle with a sentence or two, followed by frequent ellipses to indicate silence.