Drawing this installment was really tough... I couldn't really draw the covers and the manuscript as well as I wanted to. I didn't like it, really didn't like it, thought "isn't this stupid?", even though I was the one who wrote it in the first place.

    I cried along with Hisoka's tears. I cried with sympathy at Tsubaki's words. And my tears ran like rain at Muraki's last facial expression, which was so incredibly difficult to express. I suppose you could call me an overprotective parent.

    But, anyways, I think Hisoka grew a little from this, so let's look on the bright side. Les Fleurs du Mal. I think Muraki will be coming back at some point to do something about that bouquet of flowers, so don't worry and just wait for it.

    I'd really like to try and write about Muraki's past at some point... what on earth could have happened to Kazutaka at a tender age? Hmm... it promises to be entertaining. (I'm talking about the Doctor right up until the end... how silly.)

    Well then, I'll leave it here for now!