natsusa yuzuki was a really fun and well written character and the whole number24 anime was hella fun
what i love about the anime is that it didnt end with natsusa suddenly being able to play or even letting him play it at all. it also didnt give natsu that much control over the club which was refreshing for a change cuz you would expect that the writers would do so
natsusa was also a character that isnt afraid to be a bitch. he's the embodiment of "it's my way or the highway" and you dont get to see this much in most shows
the way they approached the emotional aspect of the show was also well done. they didnt let it control the whole plot but also gave importance to it in the story. in terms of how they got the character to handle it, it was a satisfying conclusion when natsusa accepted the kid that was hurt inside of him but continued to push on and fight albeit in a different way
what i dont like about the story however is that IT'S TOO SHORT AND NEEDS 3 MORE SEASONS. I DEMAND 3 MORE SEASONS OF NATSUSA YUZUKI BEING A BAD BITCH
but seriously they really need a new season for number24 like i want to know how their nationals would go and how the characters are getting more explored
really hope that the animators and producers and director wokld consider picking up this anime for a continuation, even just for a satisfying conclusion for the show
Anxiety was trapped in the depths of my heart, like a formation of black clouds I could not break free of. By living this way, what will my fortune be? There is nothing. Am I simply a sickly man? I was staggered by these thoughts. What should I do? I had no direction, nothing. I though that this reckless life of mine was only a nuisance to others and devoid of meaning. This is quite hard to bear. A talented guy like you probably doesn’t understand, but no thought in the world is worse than the realization that, ‘My life is a nuisance to others. I am useless.’
Although I had a mortal dread of human beings I seemed quite unable to renounce their society. I managed to maintain on the surface a smile which never deserted my lips; this was the accommodation I offered to others, a most precarious achievement performed by me only at the cost of excruciating efforts within.
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People’s minds, like their faces, are different. There is no one person who is the same as another. One person will have a round face, another along one. Similarly, their minds are different, one from another, from birth. Some are short in temper, some are patient, some are quiet, some active and noisy. And so, when you watch others act, you must not lose your temper and show that you are angry because you don’t like the way they act. You should forgive and bear as much as you can and make friends.
Fukuzawa Yukichi, “Daily Lessons” from Fukuzawa Yukichi on Education
"I could feel the hands of fate upon me. I'd been caught. In his heart of hearts, the student is a thirty-two-year-old drunken poet."
"Not even the wisest reader knows the anguish of the writer who has sent a truly awful piece of writing to a magazine in order to survive. Here goes nothing, I told myself, pushing that heavy envelope into the mailbox. It hit the bottom with a thunk. And that was that. Another crummy story. On the surface, it pretends to be a mirror to my soul, although I know as well as anyone the slimy worms of compromise are wriggling in the muck at the bottom. It's a work in which the work is far from done. ... It makes me so ashamed I want to scream and run around in circles. I promise you, it's terrible. A lousy piece of trash. I have no right to call myself a writer. Such is my ignorance. No insights to impart. No illuminating views."
"I wish I could just cut my belly open and let all of the words come spilling out. No matter if it's gibberish, as long as it's my flesh and blood doing the talking."
"My work will disgrace bookstore windows all across the land. Critics will sneer; readers will give up. That hack writer has outdone himself again, they'll say, setting a low bar for writers everywhere. Tough to beat."
"I'll have you know, I may look like an ass, but I'm not a total moron, and when I say I lack conviction, I only mean it relative to my own high standards."
"You ought to try this out sometime, dear reader. Sit yourself down on the sofa of a coffee shop or bar, facing the fireplace beside the madam of the house, so that both of you are staring at the flames, and talk as if you're speaking to the fire - I promise, up against even the dullest mind, you'll be able to sustain a lively conversation for hour after hour. But take heed, reader: you must not look into each other's eyes, not even once."
"I couldn't shut up if I tried. The only way I can stand being alive is if I'm playing the buffoon."
"One might call reason the glue that holds society together. In that sense, the order we enjoy is artificial, but we need this artifice if we want to go on living."
"Even if I feel bad for a person, I'm certain of the cold hard fact that I can't do anything for them, which leaves me feeling even worse."
"Growing up, I found the name incredibly embarrassing, so despite being a string bean, I've been publishing as Osamu Dazai, a name that makes me sound like a street fighter who might break your neck."
"...This guy's a good person. Not egotistical like you."
"Hold on," I said, bristling at being labeled a good person. "I'm plenty egotistical..."
"When something pushes me over the brink of fear, I have a nasty tendency to begin laughing like an idiot. A disturbing, wild laugh. I lose control, can't hold it in. An expression not of brazenness, but extreme cowardice that takes me to the limits of delirium."
"Truth is that grownups are the same as kids, except a little worse for wear. Kids ask a lot from grownups, but grownups ask at least as much from kids. It's a real mess. But it's the truth. We count on you to hold it all together. ...To put it gently, we're always one step away from being overwhelmed. To put it harshly, we're all babies who cant' take a word of criticism."
"Next time life gets you down, curl up in a blanket in your rented room and open a good book."
There is no need to describe it in detail here, but it was about this time that my feeling for her suddenly changed to one of love and the bond between us deepened. The most important decision of my life lay before me. It was a time of real crisis. Some perhaps may wonder and criticize my behavior, but my affection for Elise had been strong ever since our first meeting, and now I could read in her expression sympathy for my misfortune and sadness at the prospect of parting. The way she stood there, a picture of loveliness, her hair hanging loose - I was distraught by so much suffering and powerless in the face of such enchantment.
I am really at a loss as to where to begin, for the facts which I am setting forth are all so grotesquely out of the ordinary. Frankly, words fail me, for human words seem utterly inadequate to sketch all the details.
Edogawa Ranpo, “The Human Chair” from Japanese Tales of Mystery and Imagination
I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day.
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