Three Days of Happiness

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After holding the cold can with both hands for a while, I pulled the tab and took my time drinking it.

I Sold My Life for 10,000 Yen per Year. - MangaDex

It ended up being the first time I spent any of the 300,000 yen I got from selling my lifespan. I'd wanted to choose carefully given what I gave to get it, but I just had no idea what I wanted to buy. I'm certain that when I was ten, I didn't have much affection for Himeno at all. Maybe only the tiniest bit. The problem was that I couldn't feel even a "tiniest bit of affection" for anyone else since. The setting - a mysterious establishment where you can trade in your lifespan, time or health for cash. Such interesting ethical questions could be mused over, it his had been featured in a better written series. Here it’s just a device so the protagonist can kill himself but in a way we could find touching. The rule here is that you can make three transactions in your life. Rule that could have been pretty important, if the story actually used it. Or in other words, if the protagonist wasn’t dumb. So you need money, right? Perhaps you could sell some of your lifespan for money? But what’s that, your life is worth less then you thought? So what do you do? The premise of the story revolves around a shop where one can sell away the remaining years of their life, and the consequences of doing so. Of course, that value was strictly something decided upon by them, not necessarily universal. But it was one standard.No one understood what the... figure the teacher drew on the board in blue chalk was supposed to be. You could look at it as a human, or as a splotch of gum on the road.

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can save you. While there's nothing like actually holding a book in your hands, there's also no denying that the Miyagi gave a tired sigh. "Is that so. Well, I had only good intentions. But if that is indeed the case, perhaps I did intrude too readily. I must apologize." Characters [ edit ] Kusunoki A 20 year old man who sold his 30 year worth lifespan for 300 thousand yen. Miyagi A young woman who is a clerk from the lifespan store who became Kusunoki's observer over the next three months. Himeno Kusunoki's childhood friend whom he had a crush on. Media [ edit ] Novel [ edit ] Just for today, I said to myself, inserting a coin into a nearby vending machine, and after much deliberation choosing cider. Similarly to the bookstore, I explained how I had to sell my CDs. Then he clapped his hands with a "In that case..."Glancing down at her thin legs, I saw a big band-aid on her right knee. It must have been a deep wound, as I could tell the state of it through the bandage. If people could actually retain their greatest memories of the past in vivid detail, we’d all look more miserable living in the empty present. And if we kept the worst memories of the past in vivid detail, we’d look even more miserable living in the empty present. Everyone just says they remember these things, because it’s better to pretend that you do.”

3 Days of Happiness (I Sold My Life for Ten Thousand Yen per 3 Days of Happiness (I Sold My Life for Ten Thousand Yen per

Our parents were friends with each other, so until we entered elementary, I would be taken care of at her house when my parents were busy, and Himeno would be taken care of at my house when her parents were busy. As it turns out, your per-year value is 10,000 yen, the bare minimum one can fetch for lifespan. Since you have thirty years and three months remaining, you will be able to leave here with up to 300,000 yen." Manga those limitations don't exist. So if you want the best selection and you also want to save money then As a single novel, this is a rewarding read. Although it’s one of author Sugaru Miaki’s first works, it reads well and I’d certainly like to see the stories Miaki wrote after this localised in the future. The only real criticism I could give it is that the supernatural element of selling your life isn’t explored quite as much as it could be, but that’s a fairly minor issue.This happened during my part-time job at a beer garden. The cause was clear; anybody would pass out working on so little food under a simmering sun. I gave her a sidelong glance, but her face was blurry. I didn't know anything about her beyond when she was ten, so I couldn't really imagine how she looked now. Even after waking up, I ruminated over the dream in my mattress. It wasn't a bad dream. In fact, it was a happy dream. But there's nothing crueler than a happy dream. As soon as I started to hear the word "three" out of her mouth, clinging onto a hope deep in my heart, I think for an instant my face lit up with expectation. I instinctively thought that my childhood estimate of 3 billion was right on.