Chapter 3 | "It Can't Be Helped" | Remake our Life!
Part 6
It was concluded that Minori Ayaka
would not be able to finish in time for the launch after all.
Obviously, this was a negative
factor for sales and an additional headache for Kawasegawa.
However, it's not something they
can handle on their own. They decided to at least try to make the main game a
little better...
"...This is going to be
tough"
From the copy of the
administrative chart, there was no indication that anything had changed
dramatically since then.
Instead, it just seems to be going from bad to worse.
"Let's have a little talk,
with Kawasegawa"
The chime rang, and it was
lunchtime.
I turned down the invitation
from my team members and headed straight for a place.
I knocked on the door of the
only glass-walled room at the far end of 3rd Development Department.
"Come in"
Answering with the tone of the
voice that always remains the same, I open the door.
"Hashiba, what's wrong?"
"Kawasegawa, have you
eaten lunch yet? I was wondering if we could eat together?"
I said, showing her my lunch
box with my hand,
"...What are you
planning?"
She gave me a questioning look.
"Nothing. We used to have
tea together when we were in college."
"Right, I remember there
was a set of strange requests."
...... These parts of her
haven't changed at all.
"Fine. I have no reason to
refuse. Give me a minute."
Anyway, I managed to lure her
out.
There is a medium-sized park a short walk from my office. There is a futsal field attached to the park, and I could hear people playing there during their lunch break. There was a bench nearby that was empty, so we decided to sit on it.
"Is that handmade?"
Kawasegawa spread out a
home-made lunch box, not a ready-made one.
"What is that, you make it
sound like it's unexpected that I made it myself"
"Not really, look, because
I know you're busy."
"I told you before. I said
it might be hard to ask you out to lunch if you're having bento and I'm not."
"Yeah, you said that."
"That's why I was a little
careful! I thought it would make it easier for you to ask me out, so I've been
making it by hand for about a month now, but it seems like you never asked me
out."
Brilliantly, I stepped on a
landmine.
In the past, I had often
stepped into her anger points like this. Every time I did, she snorted and gave
me a hard scolding.
"...Why are you laughing?"
...... Shoot, I did it out of
nostalgia.
"No, it's just that you haven't changed."
Kawasegawa glared at me,
"You're just as annoying
as you used to be."
As in the old days, she was
firmly told back.
In fact, it's been 10 years,
but in my experience, I used to have this kind of exchange with her until just
about a month ago.
I enjoyed the exchange of
words. So, in this world where everything seems to have changed, I was a little
happy to see her unchanging response.
"I'm really sorry it took
me so long to ask you out. But you are making it carefully..."
The contents of the small bento
box were beautifully composed of three-color rice made with soboro,
sakura-denbu, and egg, and brightly colored side dishes such as chikuzen-ni,
tofu hamburger steak and meatballs, and a salad of potherb mustard.
"It wasn't a conscious
decision. I just wanted to find a balance, something healthy and something that
didn't require a lot of work, and that's how it happened."
I thought that was a very Kawasegawa-like
comment,
"A-Ano... does Hashiba
still like meatballs?"
Suddenly, a question came from
Kawasegawa.
"Eh?"
"L-Look! When we were in
college, we all brought our own food and had a cherry blossom viewing party,
didn't we! At that time, you ate a lot of the food I made..."
Oops, I don't have any memory
of it. I wondered if I had inadvertently forgotten it, or if it was a future
event?
"Y-Yeah, I like it, I
still eat it a lot"
First, I answered that as it
must have been my favorite food,
"Well, if you want... I'll
give it to you."
"Oh, thank you"
I was given one of the two
large meatballs.
But how could she remember all
that? She has always had a good memory, but it seems that it is still in good
shape.
"Shinoaki, she is really
getting good at cooking."
Kawasegawa peeked at my lunch
box,
"Hmm, yeah"
"In the beginning, I used
to bring a failed lunches. I'd bite into burnt hamburgers with happiness."
What can I say... That's
embarrassing. Speaking fondly of a loved one, right? It's brilliant.
"Let's eat anyway. Itadakimasu."
"Yes, Itadakimasu..."
We carefully clasp our hands
together and begin to eat.
"So what do you want to
talk about?"
When I had eaten about half of
it, Kawasegawa started talking to me.
"You said you wanted to
consult. That's what I'm talking about."
"It's about the project..."
It was a secret that I had seen
the progress chart, so I asked her about it only as a concern from the outside,
including the meeting and the matter of Minori Ayaka.
When I spoke in full,
Kawasegawa sighed and said,
"Honestly... it's hard. It's
like you said."
"How bad is it?"
Kawasegawa leaned her back
against the bench and stretched out,
"It's so bad that I want to fly to Okinawa right now"
Without particularly laughing,
she threw that away.
"That bad..."
Kawasegawa has always been a
person with a sense of responsibility. So, no matter how she made a mistake, she
would not abandon the project she was working on and run away.
Even if it was a joke, the
level of wanting to run away must mean that the situation is so severe that it
is out of control.
"You already know the
details of the project, right?"
"Mostly. Originally, the
project was to develop titles owned by other companies for social media... or I
heard."
"Yes, that's the best
selling point... It's Succeedsoft's signature title."
I couldn't hide my surprise at
the name of the manufacturer that suddenly popped up.
"Eh ?! Is Succeedsoft your
partner?"
Kawasegawa looked at me strangely,
"You didn't know? It's too
surprising that you don't know..."
"N-No, of course I
know."
By knowing, I mean that I
"knew" the name of the manufacturer, but of course I didn't know that
it was the owner of this title.
How could I forget? In the world of 2016, the three members of the Platinum generation were supposed to come together to create a dream game title. Succeedsoft was the publisher and creator of that title.
At that time, I would never have gotten involved with the manufacturer, no matter how many things went wrong. I thought it was ironic that now that I had returned to the past and then to the present, I would be involved, albeit indirectly.
However, the title Mystic
Clockwork was not familiar to me. Was it a title that came about after 2016
when I was gone, or was it a title that resulted from me changing the world?
"But if they are such a
large manufacturer, they will have made the setting materials and the character
designs, so it will be relatively easy to do..."
As I was about to say
something, Kawasegawa placed the document in front of me with a bitter
expression.
"This is?"
"This is a request from the
large manufacturer. It's a request to revise the material we submitted."
Flipping through it lightly, I
understood the reason for Kawasegawa's bitter face.
The characters used in the main software had to be converted into 3D for this game, and it had already taken more than 10 times revisions just to do so. The pointers were quite detailed, which alone highlighted the difficulty of the process. In addition, the check itself was not done immediately, and it was not uncommon to have to wait a week depending on the situation at the client.
"You didn't set the number
of retakes?"
"If we had made a
decision, none of this would have happened. By the time I received the project,
the contract had already been signed."
This project was not the
original idea of Kawasegawa. It was conceived and put together by the president
and another director who was there at the time, and when that director quit,
Kawasegawa took over.
"Next is the illustration
for the card. This one's even tougher."
I flipped through the document
and found a list of illustrators.
These are some of the most
famous people I know. However, I have noticed a slight inclination along with
them.
"Isn't this selection a
little biased?"
"That's obvious, they
specified that we should use these."
...... I was almost dizzy.
When making a request for this
type of illustration, the requesting party sets parameters in advance. For
example, a person who has a reputation for meeting deadlines, or a person who
has absolute confidence in the quality of the work, etc. After assigning the
areas of expertise, the schedule is set and the request is made.
However, when a client is designated as in this case, it is very difficult to set a schedule, and at worst, it may cause delays for everyone who requested it. The reason for the yellow and red work charts is now clear.
(Even the manufacturers I
admired so much have a lot of things to deal with when it comes to working.)
In my former world, I longed
for Succeedsoft so much that it was a pleasure to work with them. But in
reality, there were a lot of difficulties.
Endless checks, unrestricted
clients. On top of that, the project was built in-house, which was unfamiliar
and full of bugs. From the beginning, it was as if they were making it to be
delayed.
"The system is also built
by us, so if there is an error in the engine, it will affect the script, and
because of the delay in the art materials, the implementation will remain
tentative. This makes it difficult to decide on the direction of the game, and
we end up having to start over after the illustrations arrive. Naturally, the
tests had to be redone as well, so we couldn't move forward from version A at all.
I feel like I'm doing everything I shouldn't be doing. "
Kawasegawa smiles bitterly.
The way she smiled, somewhat
self-mockingly, showed a sense of expertise in a bad way.
"Hey, Kawasegawa"
"I know what you're going
to say. Extend the release, or change the specs. Either way, it could lead to a
major accident... right?"
As expected, she understood the
situation and how to deal with it.
"But it's impossible. The first contract we signed was a disaster, and the subsequent actions we've taken have been so backward that there's no way we can bring it back now. Even the main character designed by Minori Ayaka, which was the centerpiece of the project, was implemented later, and if the release is delayed from here, everything could be torn apart."
Ha~a, she sighed deeply.
"I'm sorry to worry you. But I can't deal with it right now, and it can't be helped."
Kawasegawa was clearly
depressed. She must have been fighting for a long time in her own way, and now
the result was that she couldn't do anything about it.
However, it didn't seem like
her. She should have been the one who had repeatedly done her best until the
very end.
"If there's anything I can
do, just let me know. That's not like you, Kawasegawa."
But she just smiled helplessly
at my words,
"That's not like you, huh.
You're the only one who can say that."
In the end, she just said a
line that didn't sound like her.
"Look, we're almost out of
time. Let's eat."
"Yes....... "
The rest of the lunch box was
clearly less tasty than before.
Part 7
After the lunch break, I headed straight for the president's office.
Judging from the incident with Minori
Ayaka, I seemed to have gained the trust of the president to some extent. If
that was the case, he might be able to listen to some of my opinions about the
software.
Most importantly, it was
impossible to leave Kawasegawa alone when she was suffering so much.
I knocked on the door of the
president's office, confirmed that there was a response, and opened the door.
"Excuse me"
When I entered the room after
bowing, the president spread his hands in a grand gesture.
"Oh, Hashiba-kun. Ah,
maybe that? Did you come here to report that Minori Ayaka created a new
character?"
"No, you're wrong..."
"What, I am wrong?"
The president looked
disappointed all at once and put his hand down.
For better or worse, I guess
this ease of understanding is what makes him unique.
"It's a little related to
that, president."
"What?"
I'll get to the point without
preamble.
"Mystic Clockwork, can you
postpone the release?"
I thought he would be more surprised, but he just looked at me and didn't make any noticeable response.
He slowly walked back to his
seat and sat down,
"...No, I can't do
that."
He said this in a calm tone,
not in his usual somewhat playful way.
"Why? Because if we go on like this, there will definitely be bugs, and we might even encounter unexpected problems."
Judging from the state of the
Kawasegawa earlier, the development seemed to be in quite a difficult
situation. It was obvious that if they released it on time, it would be rough.
"Bugs and problems can be
crushed when they appear. That's why there's a maintenance period."
"But we should do in
advance what we know ahead of time. And yet, we can't just leave it at that."
It would be foolish to march
forward knowing that we would fall into a hole. It would be better to stop the
advance, block the hole or build a bridge, and then move on.
However,
"You don't get it, do you!"
The president loudly denied it.
"You know that this is a critical time for our company. We've been struggling for five years now, and we're about to go public, sales are finally solid, and our accountant has given us the seal of approval. Are you going to let that opportunity go down the drain!"
When he talked about money, it
was indeed hard to talk back.
When I was working for a
bishojo game company, I was involved in the management of the company, albeit
reluctantly. I was only asked by the president to do the accounting work after
the accountant ran away, but it was clear that everything looked different when
I looked at company management from the standpoint of handling money.
Running a company is expensive
anyway. Especially in the case of a software development company, there is no
regular income, so the company will be in the red for a long time until the
software is sold. It's a risky business, where you have to pay back the
deficits accumulated over many months at once with the expectation of a large
surplus.
As long as the software sells
well, it's good. Especially if it is a hit, the company will have enough
working capital to last for many years, and the money will be well spent on
development. However, if a game is released after a long period of development
struggles in sales, the company is instantly lost.
I can understand why the
president would want to go public to raise money and rush the release of the
product in order to reduce the anxiety. I understand it.
"However, if the release
is moved by three months, it will not affect the sales of this fiscal year, and
we can manage..."
"While we're waiting, I'm
sure our competitors will hit us with limited events. And we'll be left out of
the news."
"That is......."
It was a good argument. The current social game industry was already a red ocean, a market where if you were not careful even a little, your rivals would be ahead of you. No matter what I said, it was obvious that if we made the time to "wait" we would be at a disadvantage that way.
"Development is always
asking us to wait. I guess we need time to make something good. But, you know,
this world is all about timing. If you lose the timing, you will lose what you
will gain. Besides, if we release the product on time, it will change the trust
of the market. "
The slightly joking tone of
voice that he had used up until now was completely gone. The words of a
business owner who had built this company to such a scale carried weight.
I couldn't defend myself
against him any longer.
It was frustrating, but I am
only a developer's eye on this matter. I can see the quality of the finished
product, but I don't know anything about money. If I were to say anything more
about it, I would be told that "I didn't understand".
"You understand, so I want
you to put all your energy into creating your team and persuading Minori Ayaka
to join us, for the good of the company and for the good of everyone!"
The president got up from his
seat and patted me on the shoulder,
"Nice, I have faith in you,
so please do your duty to the best of your ability!"
I silently bowed my head and
left the president's office. I was frustrated that I hadn't been able to change
anything in the end, even though Kawasegawa was being pushed into a corner.
Part 8
I had another stopover in
Shinjuku.
I walked to the third street and entered an izakaya that I used to frequent when I was a bishojo game maker. The izakaya, built near a historic theater, had long been famous for attracting people from the industry. (Note: a type of Japanese bar in which a variety of small, typically inexpensive, dishes and snacks are served to accompany the alcoholic drinks.)
"Welcome! Are you
alone?"
I nodded and took a seat in the
back. I ordered a highball and some pickled nozawana, and sipped the
highball as soon as it came. (Note: a Japanese leaf vegetable, often
pickled. It is of the same species as the common turnip and one of a Japanese
variety of mustard leaf. Its leaves are approximately 60–90 cm long.)
The bursting carbonated water
and the thick alcohol soaked into my brain. I wasn't a strong drinker to begin
with, so by the time I was halfway through the bottle, the edges of my vision
began to cloud over as if I had been in soft focus.
"I can't... do anything."
In the end, there was nothing I
could do for Kawasegawa. My request for postponement went unheeded, and the
only thing I could do was to send someone from my own team to help.
I decided to take the
initiative in checking and debugging in my free time as well.
However, even after touching it
a little, I knew that there were many bad bombs in this app. There was nothing
I could do about it.
"Here you go~, pickled nozawana!"
A pile of nozawana was placed on the table.
Kishida had reminded me to stay
away from Team A as much as possible. It seemed like a natural response, since
the boss of his team was about to step on an obvious landmine.
On the surface, this is a title
that everyone expects a lot from, but in reality, it is a project that is
treated as if it were a tumor. That is the true nature of the title that
Kawasegawa is working on.
Even though I knew that, I
could do nothing for her.
"I can't do anything"
I thought I could do anything.
I was going to do anything.
But the one that came out
without the cheat of time and experience was a safe management position with
just a little bit of connections and trust.
Instead of saving someone, I
couldn't save anyone, and crushed their dreams one after another.
Build a happy family on top of
that corpses.
It seems like I have a choice,
but actually there is no one choice.
So I guess this is an epilogue
after all.
After the bad ending route is
confirmed, disguised as a happy ending.
The player has no choice, no right to control the game, just click and flip through the calendar.
Was I even needed in this world?
"This... is..."
The carbonation in the highball
was so strong that it hurt.
Part 9
Two months passed in the blink
of an eye.
Mystic Clockwork was released
"without incident". Even with the staff working tirelessly to make
adjustments, bugs continued to appear and the server went down, but for the
time being, they were able to get off to a good start.
But of course, this didn't mean
that the members' work was done, the A-Team members were working on adjustments
and maintenance on their days off, and there was no sign of a new character
design coming from Minori Ayaka.
"Ne~e, Okaa-san,
please draw a horse!"
Maki grabbed a scribble pad and
colored pencils and climbed into Shinoaki's lap, begging for help.
"Hmm, I'm sorry. I'm not
very good at drawing."
Shinoaki was clearly troubled.
"Maki, come over here. Otou-san
will draw a horse."
"Un"
When I said that, Maki came
running towards me straightforwardly.
"Sorry, Otou-san"
Shinoaki said apologetically.
"It's okay. Now, Maki,
what kind of horse shall we make?"
"Anone, I want a
zebra!"
She pointed to a zebra in a
picture book and asked me to draw it for her.
"Okay, then wait a minute."
When it came time to face a
blank sheet of paper, my hand stopped.
In the past, Shinoaki was very
good at drawing all kinds of things, not just people. There was no limit of
what he could draw in terms of backgrounds and characters, and he liked to draw
in general and was still very good at it.
(The scene is moving in my
head. I stop it at some point and draw it as it is)
I remembered what Shinoaki had
said to me. The pictures she drew were always full of a sense of dynamism, as
if they were about to start moving.
But she doesn't draw anymore.
She even refuses to draw when
her beloved daughter asks her to.
"...Hmm, how about
this?"
Except for the black-and-white
stripes and the four legs, there was nothing particularly zebra-like about this
piece.
"Otou-san, you're not very
good!"
The result of wrestling with
the scribble book for 30 minutes was a relentless evaluation.
"Hey, even though Otou-san
drew it for you."
Shinoaki warned her softly,
"Then Maki will draw it!"
Maki didn't seem to mind, and
seemed to be working on her own drawing again.
We both sigh lightly.
"Otou-san, I saw your
smartphone light up a while ago."
"Ah, thank you. What's it
about..."
At the voice of Shinoaki, I
reached out and grabbed my smartphone.
"It's an app update"
It was the Mystic Clockwork
update notification.
After the service was launched, the application had undergone several updates. It was within our expectation since they had been working on that plan from the beginning, but the reputation within the company was that there were fewer problems than they had expected.
I'm sure Kawasegawa did
everything she could.
"The one Kawasegawa-san
mentioned before?"
"Yes, I've been playing it
since it launched, but there's been a lot of updates."
"Hmm... I wonder if I
should try it too."
Shinoaki, surprisingly, was
playing a smartphone game. She gave me her honest impressions as a player,
which I used as a reference.
"You should try it, the
overall quality is excellent."
"Un, I'll try to play it
later."
I updated it for the time being
and locked my smartphone.
"Shall we go out for
dinner today"
"Eh, what's wrong suddenly?"
Shinoaki was surprised and
checked a calendar.
"It's not like it's a
special day or anything. It's just that okaa-san always has to cook for me, so
at least for today, you know."
If nothing is going to change in this everyday life, the least I can do is to take care of everyone. The only thing I could do was to make her and her child happy, since the future had been remade. That's all I could imagine with my poor mind.
"I'm happy, then I'll see
what I can come up with."
"Yeah, we'll be out in an
hour or so."
And there.
"Are, there's a
call... wait a minute."
Surprised by the sudden sound
of my smartphone, I check who it is.
"Eh, Morishita-san...?"
Although I recognized the name,
it was the first time I had received a phone call.
"Company employee?"
"Yeah, but I don't usually
get calls..."
After all, we usually meet at
the office, so there is no reason to call.
Besides, she was a member of
Kawasegawa's team, so she had no direct business with me. If there was, it
would have been the case of Minori Ayaka the other day.
I wondered if something had
happened to Ayaka. I didn't have a good feeling about it.
" ......Hello"
I answered the call. After a
moment, she replied.
I think the talk itself took
less than two minutes. What she said was very straightforward. I listened to
the call, checked the situation on the PC at hand, and hung up immediately.
"Sorry, Shinoaki"
With my smartphone in my hand,
I looked back at her.
"Let's eat out some other time.
I have to go."
Part 10
I got off the train at Meiji-jingumae station and walked quickly to the office. I already knew about the situation on the way to the office.
"It's the chance of the
gacha. There's a rumor going around that they're giving out different rates for
each account."
As soon as I left the house, I
resumed the call. Morishita-san's voice was trembling.
"I never heard of such a
specification? Did you really do it..."
"No, I would never do
anything like that!"
First of all, the premise is
that Mystic Clockwork has been extremely buggy since the beginning of its
service. This led to rampant pranks that took advantage of the holes in the
specifications, and even bugs that were not actually there were spread through
image collages.
"This time, the appearance
rate of the gacha wasn't very good."
The rate of SSR was also suppressed to the extent that it was vilified as prehistoric. And due to the frequent bugs, dissatisfaction was slowly building up among the users.
At this stage, however, the
situation was not yet fatal. The progress of the game itself was fine, and the
graphics, music, and other parts of the game were perfectly fine, so it was
just a matter of a few malicious users instigating the problem.
However, just one week after
the launch of the service, things took a sudden turn today.
"Do you know Suenomori Yuuta-san?"
Of course I know, he is the
voice actor who plays the main character in this movie. He was very popular
among young people, and if he held an event, tickets would almost certainly be
difficult to obtain.
"The fact that
Suenomori-san got a series of SSR raised suspicions that he was
cheating."
The user who made the
accusation tweeted that the internal data had been manipulated and that the
rate of SSR appearance was being manipulated for each account. The frustration
that had built up there ignited and exploded.
"But the specifications
were a hoax, right? If you could just explain it properly."
"...And that's where we
made a big mistake."
The official SNS manager of
Mystic Clockwork was the type of person who was serious but would say an
unnecessary word.
He gave a good explanation for the hoax and showed evidence that the image was a malicious collage. However, he added an unnecessary word.
"He said that there are
many extremely malicious users in this work, and that they are hindering the
operation..."
I held my head. It's true that
the official in charge must have had a lot on his mind. However, blaming the
users, who are probably the most confused at the moment, in the flow of
comments of explanation and apology is the biggest NG.
Naturally, the replies field
became hell, and the word "malicious" became a trending topic:
"I'm sorry for being a malicious user", "I'm going to quit this
game because it's malicious", "It's a malicious manufacturer, so it
only gets malicious users, damn it". The app went into indefinite
long-term maintenance and the company had an emergency meeting.
"The president is calling
Kawasegawa-san and asking her to take responsibility. So far, we've been
patient in dealing with the situation, but Kawasegawa-san hasn't been home for
three days..."
I hold my smartphone between my
shoulders and touch my commuter pass to the ticket gate.
"I'll hurry up for now.
Oh, and call Kishida. Tell him it's urgent, from me."
"I got it"
"Then I'll get on the
train and we can continue when I get there."
I hung up the call and got on
the train.
In terms of the content, it was
a mistake caused by a poor initial response. If we are sincere and polite, we
can start over, although the damage is deep.
But I had been feeling a bit nervous. It was rare for a project to look so glamorous on the outside, but to be in such shambles on the inside. The fact that it was only a bug of that level or somebody did their best, it wouldn't stop at that level.
"I hope nothing outrageous
has happened..."
Whenever I have this kind of
anxiety, something terrible happens.
Feeling the premonition, I took
the Sunday train and headed for Harajuku.
As soon as I arrived at the
office, I hurried to the third floor where the development was located. As I got
into the elevator, the person who came in after me said, "Excuse me,
please go to the second floor first."
"Morishita-san?"
The person who walked in was
the owner of the phone from earlier.
"I'm sorry, but
Kawasegawa-san said she wanted to tell Hashiba-san first."
I got off at the second floor
and headed straight for the conference room.
The phone was ringing
incessantly from the floor above me. It seemed to be coming from the fourth
floor, where the sales and support departments were located.
"Are those all complaint
calls?"
"Yes. The support staff is doing their best to help, but the customer's words are so harsh that a woman just walked out saying she couldn't take it anymore..."
It seems that a number other
than support was posted on an anonymous message board, and all calls from other
departments had to be switched to mobile phones for communication.
"...This is bad. We need
to decide what to do soon."
She sighed at my words.
"But with the president in
such a state, it's going to be difficult to decide right away."
"What is that state?"
"The president was ranting
in the development office all the time... and fights have happened."
It seemed that there was an
immediate headache talk at hand.
"That's why Kawasegawa-san
said to come to the second floor to think about what to do."
"It's probably for the
best"
It's better to divide the
members into separate groups who will make calm decisions rather than have them
all confused.
Only in the "Bali"
next to the first conference room we entered, the door was open and the light
was leaking out.
"Here?"
"Yes"
I knocked lightly on the open
door and went straight in.
"Ah......"
Kawasegawa, who was inside, looked at me.
"Why? I'm sure you weren't
called, don’t tell me, the president is."
"No, it's my own judgment."
I hid the fact that
Morishita-san called me, because it would be her fault.
"I got the gist of it.
What's going on now?"
Kawasegawa chuckled. It was an
exhausted laugh.
"Understand? We made a
mistake in our official response, and we'll be fine as long as we make the
appropriate apologies for it... That level is been over for a long time."
"...As I thought, there's
something more than that going on?"
It seems that my bad
premonition was right.
"It would've been better
if there was something."
There was a pile of paper in
front of Kawasegawa.
"Do you know what this
is?"
"I don't know. Is it a
printout of the complaint?"
"If so, it might have been
better to deal with it."
Flipping through the top sheet
of paper, I saw the cover.
"Bug report on game
engines..."
And that's when I realized how bad things were.
"I'll explain
everything."
Kawasegawa spoke plainly, as if
it were someone else's problem.
The game engine for this work
was original in-house, as explained before.
Game production, especially the
so-called "programming" part, can be divided into two main parts: the
construction of the main game system, and the insertion of direction and other
elements. The system part, the construction of the game engine, is difficult to
produce and requires a high level of skill.
Therefore, sometimes the
original system is lent to us for a fee. In the past, general-purpose engines
such as KIRI KIRI and N-SK were used in the production of bishojo games.
However, there are limitations
in terms of production and other operations, not to mention the usage fees.
That's why every company, ideally, would like to build their own engine. This
was the main reason why the president insisted on in-house development.
This time, Attraction Point
took the decision to do so. But it was too unprepared and not something we
would have done with another company's title.
"It was my fault. I didn't
expect the engine to be so badly wrecked."
This time, the engine created
by our own programmers had been made in such a way that the word "mere
show" was very appropriate.
The selling point was the production. The advantage was the ability to apply two or three layers of flashy effects, but the disadvantages were that the game tended to crash if you didn't have the latest model and it was basically too heavy.
"Did you not notice it in
the test of the version?"
"Where I was implementing
it, I wasn't doing that much heavy processing. I thought it would work, because
the test on the effect alone passed without any problems..."
The story that they are
currently releasing as the first part is up to episode 4, but they already knew
that a fatal progression error would occur when they implemented episode 5.
When they decided to have the
engine tested by a third-party company, without telling the programmers, they
received a pile of bug reports.
"We'll have to have the
programmers send out all the documentation, and we'll have to bring in outside
help to refurbish it."
"I can't"
"Why?"
"Because they ran away.
After we got the bug report, they completely dropped all communication."
……This is.
It was visible hell. A black
box that can't be answered reliably by inputting data into it, and having to go
through trial and error every time you touch it to make sure it doesn't
explode, on a regular basis.
This problem on top of the
ruckus over the appearance rate of the gacha alone is too severe.
"It's not often that you can turn around such a bad situation by hiring a programmer. I'll give it a try for now, but I don't think we should get our hopes up."
Kawasegawa closed her eyes and
breathed a sigh.
"We're going to have to
spend all of our energy every month for the rest of our lives supporting the tattered
main structure and patching it up. They're going to keep it up for a year no
matter how unpopular it is, so that means we're in for a year of hell from here
on out. "
I've heard that there are 15
episodes in the first part of the scenario.
This means that they have to
deal with the bomb for 11 more episodes.
"No, that's... too much."
The members of Team A have been
working tirelessly up to this point.
If the work is not rewarded and
the work is even harder than before, it is not surprising that some members may
not be able to keep their spirits up.
"It can't be helped,
because it happened..."
"It can't be helped, right..."
Morishita-san also looked down
in distress.
"Come on, let's do this. The flames are still burning as we speak, and we need to get to development and do some first aid..."
Kawasegawa deliberately said cheerfully, trying to soften the atmosphere. At the same time she stood up, we also stood up and left the conference room.
That's what the company
decided. And everything is already working on that basis. There's nothing I can
do about it now.
We don't have time, and we
can't make any changes now.
It can't be helped because the
president says so.
It can't be helped because of
such specifications.
I'm not in charge of it, so it
can't be helped.
It can't be helped, because it
can't be helped.
There's nothing I can do about
it.
"........."
My heart thumped.
And my foot stopped.
"What's wrong, Hashiba?"
Kawasegawa turned around.
"Hashiba-san...?"
Morishita-san was also looking
at me with a curious look.
I looked down.
The sound of my heart was racing.
My breathing becomes visibly
more ragged.
It can not be helped?
Because the company decided?
Because it's already happening?
Is that the reason why the
staff who have worked so hard for the next year must endure more hell?
Even though I can see it, just
leave it there and walk away?
"Such a thing……"
I start over, come all this
way, and then stand back and pretend that nothing's changed?
Using all the excuses, am I going
to end the epilogue without doing anything about it?
Am I going to stay that way,
wrapped up in temporary happiness?
"Such a thing......!"
I tried to say.
But the movement stopped there.
My mouth just breathed out as if my tongue had been cut out, and my eyes, which
should have been looking forward, slowly looked down.
A lonely smile appeared to my
mind.
His smile, he said, "I was jealous of you," which was too sad for a creator to say.
He left without letting me say
a word.
If I go out on a limb here, the
same thing that happened then might happen again.
And beyond that, in the future,
is a world where there is no one left.
Even though I witnessed the
current situation and they despaired so much, was I still going to make a move?
Was I going to foolishly act
like a competent person without learning anything?
I've come this far and still
don't understand my standing.
"....."
It was as if a huge nail had
been driven into both my legs and my heart.
I couldn't say anything. There
was nothing I could say.
If I move, everyone will be
unhappy.
"Hashiba, let's go?"
I heard a voice, and I.
"Ah, Ye... Yeah"
I replied without further ado
and followed Kawasegawa.
Part 11
We took the elevator to the
third floor and opened the door to the development room.
As it was a holiday, there were
not that many staff members who came out. However, all the members of Team A
who were involved in the project were there, and they all looked tired.
In the center of the room, a
man in an aloha shirt walked around restlessly with his hands on his hips.
There was no way I could be
wrong, it was the president himself.
"Kawasegawa-kun! Where did
you go, hurry up and deal with this!"
As soon as the president saw
Kawasegawa's face, he yelled at her in a loud voice.
When she approaches the
president,
"As I mentioned earlier,
if we continue to not solve the root of the problem, we will not be able to
solve it...!"
"Something like destroying
everything, there is no way we do that!"
Kawasegawa tried to be as calm
as possible, but the president didn't seem to listen to her.
"Hashiba-san..."
Morishita-san gives me a desperate
look.
But I was not going to meddle
in this situation anymore.
" ......Sorry"
I turned away from her and
headed for my seat.
I had come all this way, but there was nothing I could do.
Because if I meddle, everything
will be ruined.
...... Then it's much better to
do nothing at all.
"Listen, don't do anything
unnecessary! Then everything will be fine!"
The president's voice echoed. I
think he's right.
Everything I've done has been
unnecessary. That's why everyone quit as creators. They were ruined because of
me.
Turned on the monitor and
started up the PC that had been in sleep mode.
The argument going on a short
distance away seemed to be audible far away.
Eventually, I could no longer
hear their voices. Shutting out the sounds of my surroundings, I shut myself
away in my own world.
Without saying a word, I
checked my new mail. I started replying mechanically to some of the emails that
had arrived. Thank you very much for your help. Thank you very much. It's a
wonderful illustration. I have confirmed your progress. The monotonous sound of
typing on the keyboard gradually hardened my closed shell.
I should have done this from the
beginning. If I had just stayed in the gray world I was in and stayed out of
everyone's way, I wouldn't have made anyone miserable.
One of the emails I received was a reply from the composer who had sent me a request the other day. I machine-like clicked on the link to the text as well. It said that the music he had recently uploaded was good for reference and that he wanted me to listen to it. I put on my headphones and looked at the screen.
It was the usual lively page
with no particular change. Banners of various colors lined the page, and event
announcements from famous singers and live performers were lined up like a
mountain. There was nothing particularly different from the pages I used to
love to visit.
I selected "My Page"
from the top right corner of the screen to follow the link from my list. If you
look at NicoRepo, you can see the videos uploaded in date order, so I just had
to look there.
NicoRepo was displayed.
I looked at the list in order
from the top, and just at the third one, for a moment, my eyes went wide and
blurry.
"......Eh"
There was something there that
I couldn't believe.
I rubbed my eyes many times to
make sure it wasn't a mistake.
But no matter what I do,
there's,
"N@NA's... new
video..."
The other day, she had just
announced that she was going to quit posting videos, and there was a video of
her.
With trembling hands, I tried
to click on the link, but my hand stopped there.
Why, what happened, were the questions swirling around in my mind. I was confused as my various thoughts collided with each other. I was thinking about too many things at once, and it was driving me crazy.
I was so scared to listen to
it. I wanted to close the video, unsubscribe from the community, and I wanted
to seal it all away.
However... my heart strongly
warned me never to do such a thing.
I swallowed the spit. I
breathed in and out over and over again.
Then, with all my will, I
clicked the play button.
As soon as the video started
playing, "A Reason!" was displayed on the black screen!
"Hello, this is N@NA ~ Etto,
first of all, I'm sorry!"
Nanako bowed her head and
showed an awkward smile.
"Iya~, I said I was
going to quit in the last live broadcast, but I couldn't resist posting another
video like this! And it's an original, uwwa, how long ago was that I
posted an original before."
From there, Nanako displayed
thumbnails of old video files and, perhaps to hide her embarrassment, laughed
incessantly as she went back over her past activities.
And,
" ―― A long time ago, when I was in college "
Up to that point, she has
rewound the time.
"There is someone who told me to sing. That's how I started singing."
I almost stopped breathing.
It was a thought that pierced
through my ears and into my brain.
"Yes, it was that guy's fault.
All... was that guy's fault."
She said "that guy". I
knew right away who she was talking about.
My involvement and interference
with everyone else's affairs set the wheels in motion.
"At first, I didn't know
what to do, so I just wandered around and touched whatever was nearby at the
time. If it made them happy, I thought I should just do that, without really
thinking about it."
Nanako shook her head.
"That wasn't good enough.
I couldn't be anything, and I didn't want to be. Then, there, he... Thanks to him,
I was able to sing."
With a bitter smile,
"But I couldn't do my best
from there. I just relied on him and didn't do anything, and once he was gone,
I got lazy. I blamed it on him and thought it was okay to quit."
I am sure, she stared intensely
into the camera.
"But I just ―― I thought I shouldn't deny what he did."
She nodded heavily, then,
"That's why I have decided to sing again!"
The screen has changed.
"Now that I've found
something I can get serious about, it would be waste, right"
A bright piano-based intro was
played, and her voice, very energetic, rang out.
I couldn't even look at the
screen properly anymore. I was so overwhelmed with one thought after
another that it took over most of my vision.
Her singing was no longer
something to be talked about in terms of how good or bad she was.
Coincidentally, I had mumbled
the same words as the comment that had come in.
"This girl...... seems to
be enjoying singing"
She was singing like at that
time, on stage at the school festival, jumping up and down.
Unlike her other videos, which
were only made to be made and to be heard well, the song was.
It was sung from the heart by a
girl who loved to sing.
"Thank you, Nanako"
When the video ended, I looked
down and said a few words of thanks.
Normally, this would not be
allowed. I know that.
But in this world full of sins,
I got one salvation from her.
I was helping her open that
first doorway to finding something she could really get into. And she was
grateful for that.
It wasn't an unnecessary thing. I
had found the one proof. In this world, she wasn't the popular singer
N@NA, but she was still Kogure Nanako, who loved to sing.
I once said to Nanako.
Try to find something that
makes you serious. That's when she realized that singing was for her.
She found it. But I am the one
who said something like that, lost seriousness.
And then, unable to do
anything, I began to spend my days only regretting.
"Kawasegawa-kun! Now you listen to me!"
The president's shouting
brought me back to my senses, and I looked towards where the A team was.
Kawasegawa bit her lip in
frustration and clenched her hands tightly. The other members around her looked
like they had given up and just kept sighing in exhaustion.
They were deprived of the
future they could gain by working hard. No matter how hard they tried, a future
of abuse and lack of appreciation awaited them. But there was no escaping that
fate, and they were forced to endure.
They were not even allowed to
be serious.
I took a breath.
I felt something that had
almost disappeared earlier start to burn inside my body again.
I ask myself again.
Is what I'm about to do really
unnecessary?
Isn't it just an excuse to
pretend to feel guilty?
Do I really want to face the
people who are about to go through long-lasting suffering right in front of me
and just let it happen because it would be better for me to stay out of it?
"There's no way... It
can't be"
helped...!
"I'll definitely do
something about iiiit!"
I clenched my fists and shouted
as hard as I could.
It was the loudest voice that
anyone had heard in that moment.
I was shouting.
"Ha-Hashiba...?"
Everyone in the development room was looking at me questioningly.
Only one person, Kawasegawa, was
looking at me with surprise.
I heard the sound of the tense
air breaking. In the midst of the atmosphere of absolute impossibility, I made
up my mind.
I get up from my seat and
approach them.
"Let's do it then."
Was that one word directed at
them, or was it directed at myself?
Anyway, I forced myself to make
a big choice in this big pinch.
I believe that this is the
reason why I came to this world ――.
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