Chapter 25: Is he really going to get hate mail?
After some time, Sagiri's condition returned to normal.
"Ni-san, what kind of place is the Entertainment District?"
She stood behind Izumi Chihiro, looking at the typed words, feeling confused.
"Read the explanation yourself."
Izumi Chihiro said without turning his head.
What followed was a detailed explanation; compared to what was shown in the anime, the light novel format allowed for more explicit writing, without needing to be too subtle.
"…"
After Sagiri finished reading the paragraph below, her expression froze, and then a blush appeared on her cheeks.
The Entertainment District, it was that kind of place!
This was too much…
Ni-san was actually writing about such content openly!
She suppressed the urge to cover her eyes, instead looking at the description with anticipation.
As Eromanga Sensei, how could she not bear to look?
However, Izumi Chihiro wasn't trying to be explicit; he wouldn't describe those popular, suggestive contents.
Instead, he focused on the members of the Demon Slayer Corps.
He vaguely heard a sigh from behind him.
The Entertainment District Arc of "demon slayer" Volume 3 had officially begun, and the next chapter would showcase the flamboyance of the Sound Pillar, preferably with more descriptions of breathing techniques and moves, extending the battle like an animation.
Additionally, there was the growth of Tanjiro and the others.
Compared to their previous powerlessness against Upper Rank demons and Pillars, they could now barely intervene, at least playing a supporting role.
The key was still how to use words to create that feeling of being plunged into despair, so that the final twist would be even more exciting.
Compared to the content of the previous Volume 2, the plot structure needed to be more meticulously designed, and the pace of the fight shouldn't be so drawn out.
It was best to create a sense of lightning speed, avoiding a feeling of being neither here nor there.
With his current writing ability, trying to master such a plot and describe it more dynamically was no small challenge.
Therefore, he might need to spend more time revising.
Honestly, his current writing felt very strenuous.
If he could write text that he was satisfied with in one go, the publication time could undoubtedly be further shortened, just like those masters in the industry.
But his ability wasn't enough to reach that level, so he could only improve quality through overtime and meticulous polishing, given that his skill couldn't make significant breakthroughs.
This was the method of a fool.
But there was no other way.
"After all, I'm not a true genius," Izumi Chihiro sighed softly, then closed his laptop.
...
When the Entertainment District Arc was halfway written, Machida Sonoko contacted him.
"Izumi-sensei, the editorial department has accumulated quite a few fan letters for you! For safety, we've already removed any potentially dangerous items, so you can receive them with peace of mind."
"Is it that exaggerated?"
"Of course, I'm joking.
Although the death of the Flame Pillar made many people indignant, it wasn't the kind of 'eat sh*t' plot, so those who went to extremes were still a minority.
Of course, we're not responsible for vetting the contents of the envelopes... Izumi-sensei, do you want to accept them? We don't have any more space here; otherwise, we'll have to dispose of them."
"My psychological endurance is quite good, but could Machida Editor deliver them? A taxi would be very expensive."
"Of course... But is Eromanga Sensei at home?"
"Naturally, I'm at home. Machida Editor hasn't been traumatized, has she? Then I apologize on behalf of my sister."
"No, not at all... I'll drive over in a moment."
Machida Sonoko hung up the phone, embarrassed.
It seemed that the previous close encounter had indeed left a deep impression on her.
This made Izumi Chihiro a little curious: what exactly did Sagiri do to her back then?
Hands all over, a blossoming yuri?
"Forget it, forget it... I can't think about it anymore."
He quickly shook his head.
Any further, and it would become pay-per-view content.
More than ten minutes later, Machida Sonoko, driving a car, appeared at the intersection.
"Machida Editor, is this your own car?" Izumi Chihiro walked out.
"Of course it's from the editorial department.
I borrowed it for a bit; my current salary can't buy a car yet." Machida Sonoko rolled her eyes at him.
"You take the box.
I won't get out of the car; I have things to do... That elementary school student has been causing a lot of trouble recently, and I want to meet her offline to make her sober up."
"Is that so?" Izumi Chihiro nodded thoughtfully.
She was clearly afraid he'd find an excuse to keep her, wasn't she?
"Oh, it's such a big box to hold them all."
Opening the trunk, he noticed that the size of the box in front of him was unusually large, indicating that there were indeed many fan letters inside.
Still, it wasn't very heavy to carry, and he was strong.
Stretching his arms, he effortlessly carried the box into the living room.
"Ni-san, what did you buy?" Sagiri, on a break, was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons.
Noticing this, she thought it was a delivery from someone.
"No, they're fan letters," he said, shaking his head.
"So many!" Sagiri exclaimed, "Ni-san, are you already that popular?"
"Obviously not; have you forgotten what happened before?" Izumi Chihiro said with a bitter expression.
"Oh, so that's what it is..." Sagiri realized.
Although sales had indeed increased, this volume of fan letters was still too high.
This could only mean one thing: everyone was here to complain!
Izumi Chihiro opened the box and saw that it was almost completely full.
He estimated with his eyes.
There were probably three or four hundred letters, right?
That was already a lot.
Normally, in this day and age, readers would at most complain about you online.
Ultimately, only a minority of people still use the old-fashioned method of letters, and many have never even used them, sending their first letter in life just to 'chat' with him.
"How long will this take?"
Izumi Chihiro was in a dilemma.
He had originally planned to read all the letters out of respect for his readers and fans, but if he really did, he feared he would be so angry he'd burst a blood vessel.
There's a limit to how much pressure one can take.
"Ni-san, let me help you look through them."
Sagiri chose to actively share this burden.
After all, those impressive illustrations were her handiwork; she was also one of the executioners!
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"I would appreciate it if you could give this book some power stones."