Just a note that the translating for “Chapter 1: Hello! New York”, isn’t progressing as quickly as I’d like. This is mostly due to the fact that I’ve been hired by a friend to help edit all the scripts for the visual novel she’s working on. I hope to be done with the scripts by the end of the month so I can get back to devoting more of my time to translating, but I thought everyone deserved to know why things are going slowly.
The man had a long dream. A space filled with darkness. It’s a dream of a pitch-dark basement. It was exactly as he remembered it in the past. Back in an exotic forest. A town where residents were evacuated and forgotten by the war. An old mountain outside the town. A man walks down the dark stairs to the basement with a candle in his hand… A foot wearing black military shoes steps on a cracked stone step… Pichon, Pichon… The sound of groundwater exuding is echoing. After climbing the stairs, the man unlocks and opens the heavy iron door.
The ancient darkness fell away as he opened the door. As soon as he walked on the water with uncertain footsteps, his screams echoed through the room as if it was a child’s nightmare. Boys and girls cry. The man shakes his shoulders and begins to laugh. He slowly illuminates the area with candles. A steel iron torture device is hung on the exposed stone wall. The floor is littered with dirty jugs and plates. In the corner of the room… Terrified children, Oriental boys and girls, upon opening their eyes and seeing the man, gave up.
The man exhales satisfactorily. Which toys to play with tonight?
He raises a low laugh. Then the children start crying quietly. The faces are lightly soiled and the bodies are thin. There are also children with missing limbs. However, no adult bothers to worry about the lost children. It’s because everyone is busy with the war. They are abandoned and forgotten beings.
“Kukukuku! Hahahahaha!”
The man screamed and laughed, and the children’s screams rose like a symphony. The man swings his body like he’s dancing to a phantom song, illuminating the children’s faces one after another with the flame of the candle.
“Screaming or asking for help is useless. What can you do?” He ridicules them and looks at one girl, pulling her arm violently. Her arms were incredibly thin, scratched, and bony all over.
His laughter increases.
And then… From the ceiling or beyond the wall, or no, from outside this dream… From a distance, someone’s voice echoed. It was a low voice that creaked like an old woman. However the sound is also strangely young.
“In that case, there is no choice but to help each other. I’m trying to work with others to escape the warring countries created by stupid adults. And… Some of us will one day reach a new land and take root. That is the hope in despair. It will be difficult. But surely we can do it!”
“Who is that?”
The man used a candle light to inspect the area. But, in the basement there is no one but the poor children. He illuminates each person’s face.
“Who is talking?”
He was trembling with anger as he looked at one person, then another person… Then he found a particularly thin figure who was crouching in the corner and began to illuminate it. Then the little girl looked up at the man with a scathing look. Unlike the Oriental children… Emerald green eyes and silver hair! Rosy cheeks! She’s so beautiful, and at the same time she feels like a demon, like it’s a forbidden beauty… there shouldn’t be children like her!
The man slowly backs away. “Who is that…? You’ve come into my dream to say such boring things…” he moaned. Then he grabbed a giant horse whip down from the wall and tried to swing it down to the girl’s face. “Who are you?”
And then…
There was a loud noise and a dark liquid flows from the door of the basement. There’s a bright light… a sea of blood is rushing in. The man tries to escape in a hurry, but he is suddenly swallowed by blood. He desperately sucks in a breath and looks around for help. However, before the man knew what was happening, the children and girl with mysterious green eyes… had disappeared. Only the man, alone, keeps spinning in the middle of the blood whirlpool forever. He was swallowed by blood while writhing. First his chin, his lips, his nose, his open eyes, and so on. Finally his head… it disappears at the bottom of the bright sea.
From such a dream… The man gradually awakens. While screaming, he clenched the edge of his pillow and tried to shake off the nightmare…
My name is Krys and I’m an amateur translator. I’m a huge fan of Gosick, and when I decided to learn Japanese by translating, Gosick New Continent was the first project that popped into my head. I love Victorique and Kujo, so knowing how their story continues after the war has been on my mind for quite awhile. I finally managed to get my hands on a copy of Gosick Red, the first book in the sequel series, and figured I wasn’t the only one interested in more of our Charming Monster and the little rabbit who was her heart.
What you can expect from this blog: I’ll be posting the translation by chapter (or parts of chapter depending), though I’m still working out the details of how that will look. I’ll also post updates on how the translating is progressing (since this is my first time translating something like this, I can’t promise it will go quickly).
As of now, the prologue is about a third of the way done and I’m hoping to have it finished and available by 9/6/2020.
If you have any questions, or even just want to message me to discuss Gosick, my inbox is open and available!
Coming out on November 30th is the newest Gosick novel, Gosick Pink. It’ll be the third novel to continue the series after the original set of light novels, with Gosick Red and Gosick blue coming before it. As it seems there’s no plot summaries or anything of the sort available yet, but there seems to be a few new pictures floating around of Victorique in the newest dress she’ll be sporting. Aside from that, the book is now up for preorder at amazon.jp at about 1,200 Yen (roughly $12 USD). While I doubt that it will get a new translation, it is good to see the story line continue.