GUYS GUYS I GOT SHIHO INADA’S MOST RECENT DOUJINSHI (from 2011)
TWINS IN HER CURRENT ART STYLE!!!!!!!!
WHAT IS THIS CUTENESS I’M GONNA DIEEEEEE *_____*
(Also god I really love seeing her draw Gene when he was alive because we get to see so many more expressions on him than in the actual manga…)
Temptation ➝Shinkane Week 2019 Day 4 ➝WC: 7225 / Rating: explicit
Upon his return to the country, Akane visits an old friend to get drinks and catch up.
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mom and i have been rewatching mushi-shi, so have this wip (?) of a favourite crossover of mine
HECK YEAH NEW GHOST HUNT CONTENT!!!
G: You all right, Kougami? K: Yeah. More importantly, something bothers me.
Akuryou - First series (Ongoing translation by a few different translators) One of the translators for this is also posting their chapters here Parts of Volume 3 by another translator can be found here*
Akumu no Sumu Ie- Second Series
Akuryou- First Series
Akumu no Sumu Ie- Second Series (In-progress)
His Reality- A short story from Naru’s perspective on his daily life which also provides information into his past.
The System of Unexplained Phenomena- The ‘introduction section’ of Naru’s book of that title.
Angel with a Bicycle- A short story that follows a 9-year-old Naru as he meets the man who will teach him about magic tricks.
Confessions of a White Crow- A Short story which takes place when Naru is 15 years old. The story is told through a discussion about Naru and his family by two others.
Eugene: A story from Gene’s POV of he and Oliver’s home and school lives prior to the events of the main series.
Least Visible Side Profile: Page 1, Page 2- Some of the SPR Irregulars having a chat at a restaurant, takes place between the two series.
Trajectory of a Satellite-A short story from Masako’s POV that takes place while Naru is back in England for Gene’s funeral.
The Millennial Kingdom-A short story about John Brown’s life both before and after coming to Japan. Genki: A short story about Mai and her thoughts on the future of school, life, and love after Oliver leaves after finding Gene’s body.
A youtube playlist of various of the Ghost Hunt Audio Dramas translated
Naru’s classification of individuals as pumpkins and character stats
Ghost Hunt Series Timeline/Overview
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This fandom would be would be missing out on a lot of important information if it weren’t for you!!
*Translation updated/added with 2/9/21 update
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So…what is this? Also, did Providence leak yet?
A Ghost Hunt short story,
Noll asked, “Why are you here?”
The boy, older than him but still young enough to look out of place in the spacious SPR office, shrugged. “A test or something? They told me to talk to some doctor. I’m guessing that’s you.”
Noll scowled, but not at the underlying jest of the question. He was used to people questioning his expertise. “Indeed,” he said, “but why are you here?” The question was moot; he already knew why.
The boy sitting across from him was Lyle Mund, a chemistry student from Queen’s College. He was supposedly the catalyst in a series of events stemming from a demonstration of the Light Box and a otherwise unachievable score.
“I don’t know,” Lyle said, “you’re the doctor here.”
Noll sighed. The ‘test’ he was referring to was a rather simple one; guess which light will turn on next. The odds are, more or less, even. Given enough chances, the average human will be wrong 50% of the time. Noll remembered, rather fondly, proving his Japanese assistant was psychic using that very test. Except, where she had failed, Lyle seemed to succeed.
“97% success rate on a game of chance. That is a mathematical impossibility.”
Lyle shrugged. “It was luck.”
“Luck,” Noll said, “is subjective. Do you know what we study here at SPR?”
“I hear your guys in the parapsychology course get to go ghost hunting as an extra curricular.”
It was hard to deny that. All prospect hires at the University we’re invited to study SPR’s research methods. Most the time that included fielding active cases.
Lyle went on, “From what I’ve seen, it looks like you guys are going hard for the modern magician vibe. Card tricks, misdirection and all that.”
“SPR,” Noll started, “stands for the society for psychical research. We aim to understand events commonly described as paranormal. Ghost hunting is a part of that. We study mediumship, haunting, and the manifestation of psychic abilities.”
Noll knew the bemused look on his face well. The arched eyebrow was one of his favorites.
Lyle said, “You mean magic.”
“It’s only magic when you don’t understand what’s really happening.”
“Do you understand?”
Noll didn’t answer.
“I thought you looked the is-this-your-card type.” Lyle laughed, gathering his jacket. “Not interested but thanks for the talk.”
Noll watched him carefully.
On one hand, his skepticism could help them. SPR thrived on the disbelieving. It was easier to dismiss inexplicable phenomena when one didn’t exactly believe in it. Disappearing objects became forgetfulness, disembodied voices traced to a television accidentally left on.
On the other hand, SPR didn’t have a need for psychics unwilling to believe in their own abilities. That left Noll in a peculiar position. He dug in his pocket, flicking a small black and white object between his fingers. What if he could convince him?
Noll set the object on the table with a light chink.
Lyle eyed it sideways, halfway between his seat and the door. “What’s that?”
“One die.” Noll said, “Six sided. Would you like to roll it? Just once, then you can leave.”
Lyle rolled his eyes. “You can’t be serious.”
Noll frowned. He was always serious.
Lyle strode back and snatched the die from the table.
Noll said, “Call out a number.”
“What?”
“Before you roll, call out a number.” He urged, arms crossed. “One through six.”
“Three.” Lyle spit. He was annoyed, but that was okay. Noll just needed him to understand.
The die hit the table, once, twice, and spun to a stand still. Three solid black dots faced the ceiling.
Lyle stared at it for a full minute. “Coincidence,” he said.
“Could be.” Noll agreed, “Why don’t you try again? For good measure.”
Lyle hesitated.
Noll took advantage, reaching into his pocket. “What about two dice?” He set another black and white die beside the first. “The chances of rolling a pair of dice with the same number is 16.7%. That’s not exactly impossible, but the odds are against you.”
Lyle’s dark eyes cut Noll’s but the levity of his stare was something Noll was used to. He waited out the silence.
Slowly, eventually, Lyle picked up both dice, one by one, making a show out of checking they were the exact same.
“Number?”
“Again?”
“It doesn’t work if you don’t say a number.”
Lyle paused, fist over the table. “Three, he said again, “Wait no. Six.”
The dice collided with each other, sending themselves to opposing sides of the table. The die on the left showed six small black dots, the right, only three.
Lyle shook his head. “That’s not possible.”
“Why did you change your mind?”
“I don’t know. It just sounded stupid to say the same thing twice.”
Noll waved a hand producing four more die. “Three dice and the odds of rolling any number you call out falls to 1/36. What are the odds,” he said, setting them down one by one, “of six dice? I’d say there’s around 0.013% chance of guessing all six.”
Lyle laughed. “You’re crazy.”
“Hm.” Noll said. A smirk had already fixed itself to his smug face. “This is what we do here at SPR. We hypothesize, we research, and we gather data.”
Lyle glanced at the dice. “What does it mean?”
Noll blinked. He thought it was pretty self explanatory.
“What does it mean to guess right?” Lyle kept on.
“I guess that makes you a good guesser.”
“Seriously?”
Noll held his chin in his palm. “Call your number.”
Lyle thought hard, gathering the dice in his first. He held it steady over the table. “How many?”
“What do you think?”
Lyle said, “One,” and opened his hand.
All six dice landed in a kind of starburst pattern. They spun and thunked on the table before coming to a staggered standstill. Looking from the table to Noll then back to the table, Lyle couldn’t stop the disbelieving grin spreading over his face. Every dice showed a single small black dot.
“What,” Noll said, “are the odds?”
I’ve started reposting ToshoSen translations on my website, but it seems it’ll take forever to format it right >_<
Here’s a preview of Index 1: http://www.fuyunoyo.com/index.php?file=Sections&op=article&artid=4
I know the website is in French so it’s not as intuitive as tumblr, but it should still be alright I think. I added page breaks to make it more legible and links to full size pics. Let me know if there’s anything you don’t like and I’ll try to fix it - otherwise I’ll keep uploading the rest of the chapters.
I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did. It was a big big surprise to me. Why haven’t I heard someone talking about this scene before?????
PLEASE, DO NOT REPOST, JUST REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT AND FEEL LIKE SHARING. THANKS!
translation by cleverwolfpoetry @ https://cleverwolfpoetry.tumblr.com/
Kougami pointed the dominator at the refrigerating van but it didn’t change its shape into decomposer. It was stuck in paralizer mode, it couldn’t be helped. He dodged by a hair the refrigerator van that was running against them, stepping aside from it with all his might.
The van sped up and ran away breaking through the fence dividing the factory from the wheat fields. Rolled to the ground, Kougami jumped up to his feet and — Akane’s figure, who was supposed to be behind him, was not there.
Kougami ran after the escaping van. Akane was clinging to the vehicle side.
“Akane!”*
Without realizing, he screamed her name. He started running with a desperate look on his face.
The refrigerator van was running fast on the farm road between the wheat fields. Akane was hanging to the side of it with her left hand. She was about to dislocate her shoulder but, come this far, she couldn’t whine about it. She desperately focused all her strength not to be thrusted out as well as not to let go of the revolver in her right hand.
From that unstable position, Akane aimed at the tire of the refrigerating van with the revolver.
She pulled the trigger.
At the recoil of the magnum bullet, she remembered the tactile sensation of the time she had shot with Toyohisa’s shotgun*.
The tire of the refrigerator van blew out. The van lost control and started weaving. Akane was thrown off and the refrigerator van fell sidelong and plunged into the wheat field.
“… ! …”
Akane, who had hit the ground, lost consciousness.
— that moment, was it shortly before the murder case of the avatars thief started?
When Akane had entered the large office at the Criminal Investigation Department, Kougami was dozing at his desk.
Maybe he was hot after the training or something and he had taken off the suit jacket.
“…”
Without any particular reason, Akane stared at Kougami’s face. He was resting with his chin on his hands swaying his chest slowly like he was rowing a boat. That defenseless sleeping face was really unexpected and Akane felt her heart beat so fast.
— broad shoulders, a thick chest. Probably the type who looked thinner in his clothes than he really was. She also watched his arms carefully and they were quite thick. A muscular, masculine body. Just looking at him, for some reason she hadn’t enough of it. An incredibly well-shaped nose. The thin mouth was attractive but the lips were a bit chapped…
The sound of a ventilating fan not fitting for a contemporary building. There was no one else apart from the two of them in the large room.
— I wonder why.
Suddenly Akane got antsy. This man — Kougami Shinya — someday, he will surely go somewhere far. She had such a feeling.
Kougami woke up.
“…mm?” he looked around with a confused face. “Inspector…Tsunemori?”
“Yes”
“I…was I sleeping?”
— Akane awakened too.
At the same time she regained consciousness, she had an attack of severe pain.
— that’s right, I’ve been thrown off the refrigerator van.
When Akane tried to stand up, she was kicked hard at her side.
“Ah!”
Akane screamed, writhing in pain. She let go of the revolver.
Makishima was standing right beside her.
“Now that I think about it…Inspector Tsunemori…I should have killed you in the first place” he stated coldly. “My biggest mistake. As a result of my information gathering, I thought ‘you were the weak point of the Public Safety Bureau CID’s Division 1’. At least, that had been a correct perception until Funahara Yuki was killed…”*
Enduring the pain, Akane crawled on the ground and extended her hand toward the revolver. Makishima raised his foot stepping on the back of her head — .
“Makishimaaa!”
Kougami caught up with them with the dominator at a ready.
Makishima laughed scornfully at Akane and ran away towards the field.
“…tsk” clicking his tongue, Kougami rushed over Akane.
Akane was still trying to pick up the revolver desperately.
Instead of her, it was Kougami the one who grasped the revolver. Holding the dominator in his right hand and the revolver in the left one, Kougami was comparing the two guns with a blank expression.
“…don’t…don’t do it…” sensing that Kougami was thinking about something, Akane grimaced in sadness. “Kougami-san! There’s still room for negotiating with the Sibyl System. As long as we catch Makishima alive…”
Kougami threw away the dominator. Gritting her teeth in frustration*, Akane shed regretful tears.
“That…is your choice, Kougami-san”
“Somehow, we are like the destiny that makes a different choice at each fork road. I think we’ve not been a bad pair but… we would gradually part ways, like travelers who carry a wrong map”
“I don’t want it. At this rate, going on with your escape someone will kill you…”
“If someone asked me how precious my own life is or so, I would be unsure but…being killed by the Sibyl System wouldn’t be too pleasant for sure. So, I’ll try to put up resistance until the end. That’s really a goodbye. Tsunemori Akane” Kougami gave her a kind glance. “…this is a matter between me and him only”
With the revolver in his hand, Kougami rushed towards the middle of the wheat field where Makishima had escaped.
“Kougami-san!”
Akane’s cry was heartrending but it faded away without reaching no one’s ear.
NOTES TO TRANSLATION:
*Akane: very personal note…I’d like to underline that this is the unique, only moment when Kougami calls Akane by her first name. There won’t be any other moment in all the seasons +movie where he does it. Three syllables, just a single kanji, but it means the whole world for me.
*Toyohisa’s shotgun: here the author is referring to the moment when Akane tried to shoot Makishima with the rifle he had given her (that was Toyohisa Senguchi’s one) the day Yuki died.
*until Funehara Yuki was killed: I know that this sentence may sound strange. I mean…Makishima who simply says Yuki was killed, like he has no other information about it. I translated the passive form literally for a precise reason. Japanese often uses passive form, in particular when the action and the person who undergoes it is more important that the subject doing it. I found particularly disgusting that Makishima said “Funehara Yuki was killed” and not “I killed Funehara Yuki”, especially in front of Akane and I wanted to let all the readers know a bit about the original text.
*gritting her teeth in frustration: the expression in the original text is 奥歯を噛む. It’s used to indicate the internal struggle in making a hard choice or a hard surrender or something you’re forced to do but you don’t want to. In this case, it’s regret and frustration for not convincing Kougami to let go of his objective.
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