Kashio Yuu Lands – Side Stories Piling Up by Chapter 3

Kashio Yuu had landed. By around chapter 3, I was starting to get a feel for it. This manga wasn't particularly fast-paced. Even with a core theme like confession, the story kept veering off into side paths. Sure, love comedies are full of these little events sprinkled throughout, but this was excessive. There were so many episodes that I couldn't even remember what the main plot was.

"Hmm... the manga's fun and all, but there's just too many side stories. It's not bad, but how do I put it—dragging the main story like this makes it feel exhausting."

The other viewers watching along seemed to feel the same. Makes sense—no casual weebs would be tuning into my stream at this hour, so everyone probably shared these thoughts.

"Anyway, I'll keep reading for now."

Judging after just three chapters would be foolish. Plenty of mangas start slow and ramp up later. Cutting one off early based on the opener is pretty dumb.

Click click.

How many pages did I flip through like that?

"Hmm, things are getting decent around here."

By chapter 10, I could see exactly what the manga was going for. The author's big picture started coming into view.

But—

"Still feels like something's missing..."

Something was lacking. I could see angles for it to be even more engaging, but it felt like rookie mistakes were holding it back.

So, without much thought, I dropped a comment.

"A guy living in Japan probably won't see my comment, right...?"

I worried for a second, but no need. 'They won't come all the way to a Korean site to check.'

These days, Japanese mangas get licensed worldwide, so no way they'd bother hitting up Ink Stage to read my comment.

With those scattered thoughts, I posted it.

I let my stream-of-consciousness flow, and before I knew it, I'd written over a thousand characters.

Even if the author wouldn't see it, the reason I left this wall of text was simple. It felt like jotting down my own review. Not a domestic serialization anyway—this was overseas, so I could comment freely. Not that I'd curse or anything. All constructive feedback.

'Checking a Korean site from over there isn't easy anyway.'

Even most Koreans don't know this site ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠exists—how would Japanese folks?

So I poured out my full review without holding back.

"Hmm... well, it's not hate, so should be fine."

"I don't make up nonsense for hate comments. No reason to."

Over the years on X-Net as an artist, I'd seen every kind of hate. Basic insults were entry-level; some were so vile I couldn't even describe them. They'd DM gore pics at random or tag me nonstop. All sorts.

But some hate was actually helpful—art skill critiques. Looking back, it barely qualified as hate. My skills were lacking then. I'd get heated over a simple "can't draw," grit my teeth, and grind practice. Now? Those words barely register. Guess I've hit a solid level myself.

Anyway.

"No one leaves feedback like this, so even if they skip it, it'd help the author tons if they saw."

How long did I chat manga with viewers? Already two hours gone. What the heck—we only covered two mangas.

Sip.

Maybe extend stream time a bit. Never knew two hours could vanish this fast.

Thinking that, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I checked viewer count.

Viewers up again today. What gives? Someone botting views? Don't need the pity.

Feeling awkward, I gave my sign-off.

"See you next time. Take care, everyone."

Viewers trickled out one by one, and I ended the stream.

"...Time really does get deleted."

Never flies this fast while drawing, but streaming? Absurdly quick. Disorienting.

Anyway.

'Am I actually good at streaming?'

160-ish viewers this early? Sounds talented. Or maybe no other streams on at this hour. I'd have to ask Suihwa, but that's awkward. I've played zero interest in Twis forever—suddenly texting "is 160 viewers decent?" screams me.

Lost in delusions, then—

Ding!

X-Net notification. Sender:

It had finally come. I'd been waiting for a reply.

"Phew..."

Tensing up, I cautiously checked the message.

Video call? The one I'm thinking of? I replied carefully, thrown off.

DMing is worlds apart from video. 'Plus, my Japanese sucks.'

I could handle basics smoothly, but not real convo with a native. Anime/manga-taught Japanese probably sounded off to them.

As I wondered if it was that kind of video call—

"Ah..."

What now? I adore Komai Rito, but that's online fan vibes. No confidence IRL. Never shown my face publicly, and I'm rocking a Japanese persona. Video? No go.

I replied politely.

Instant response.

Other way? What other way? I don't want video at all.

Asked, and—

Disciple...? What the hell is this?

Quick reply.

"Wait, hold up."

Oh, right. Yuu—she's Komai Rito's star pupil.