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[Novel] I Was Here—The Cat Says Nothing, But Sasebo Knows the Town Scenery (Episode 67: "'tsumu_toco' Is Currently on Break" / "Softly, in the Wind of the Bypass")


I was here—the cat says nothing, but Sasebo knows the town scenery

Side B: "'tsumu_toco' Is Currently on Break."


Clang, clink.
A metallic sound that seemed to be sucked into the sky echoed here and there.
Every time the wind blew through, that sound reached far away.
It felt as if someone was telling me, "This is your own time now."

I was looking at my smartphone while walking.
On the app screen was the morning routine video I posted this morning.
With a film-like color grade, bed-making, music, and a small breakfast.
Comments like "So healing" and "I can't believe you're a middle schooler" were lined up.

My mother is a nurse and busy, so the housework I learned naturally came in handy.

My followers have already exceeded 80,000.
I should have been happy, but lately, the numbers felt heavy somehow.
"What should I post next?" "Is this 'Instagrammable'?"
—I had been obsessing over the idea that I had to be someone's "healing."

But today,
for some reason, I closed that screen and put my smartphone in my pocket.

And then, I walked up the hill.
To the sports center on the high ground above the bypass.
I remembered the name vaguely.

I remembered it because during lunch break today,
while chatting with the boy from the baseball team who sat next to me after the seat change,
he laughed and said, "When you want to change your mood, you go to the batting center."

When I was still small—before my parents divorced—
I have a memory of my father taking me to play table tennis.

I had never been to the batting center side.
I had never even held a glove or a bat.
In the first place, I was bad at sports,
and I must have troubled my father by crying because I couldn't play table tennis at all.

But today, I just wanted to go somewhere different than usual.

In the batting cage, an elementary school student was practicing alongside his father.
The sound of coins, the sound of the ball being hit. The smell of sweat.

While glancing at that,
I stood in a cage two spots away and inserted a coin.

Twenty balls.

I didn't even graze it once.

I sighed, stepped out of the cage, sat on a bench, and closed my eyes.

Clang, clink.

The sound of an elementary school student hitting the ball with a crisp, satisfying sound echoed.

The parent and child didn't seem to care at all that I had swung and missed every single time.

—Well, of course they wouldn't.

"They never really look at me anyway, do they?"

The moment I thought that, the tension in my shoulders suddenly melted away.

At that moment, there was a small presence under the bench, at my feet.
When I looked down, there was a white and brown spotted cat.
It had a small notch in one ear.

"Why... are you in a place like this?"

The cat said nothing. It just existed.
Amidst the sound of the batted balls, while being blown by the wind, it was quietly "there" beside me.

I didn't take out my smartphone.
I didn't record a video either.
I felt like it was okay not to leave any record of today.

Bun-chan flicked its tail once and then quietly walked away again.

"I wonder if it's okay to come back again."
I didn't say it out loud, but that feeling welled up deep in my chest.

I gripped the bat once more and inserted a coin.

—Because you were here.
For me right now, that was enough.

[End]



Side A: "Softly in the Bypass Wind"


The wind climbing the hill was softly swaying my fur.
A high ground overlooking the town of Hiu.
At the edge of it, there is a place that makes a hard sound.

Clang, thud.
A sound different from human noise, a straight resonance.
Beyond that sound, I felt a slight tremor in a heart.

As I walked closer, there it was.
A batting center.
The sound of coins, the sound of batted balls, and occasionally laughter.
But—in the corner, there was a girl sitting alone on a bench.

A school skirt. A phone strap swaying in the wind.
Her eyes were looking toward the sky.
With both sound and screen closed, she was simply 'there'.

I walked on the concrete and quietly went to her side.

The girl opened her eyes just a little.
But then, her expression softened in an instant.

"...Why are you in a place like this?"

I say nothing. I just sit quietly.
The wind passes under the bench with a clatter.

That girl's 'sound' was a small one.
It had been moving constantly in places unseen,
and now, it wanted to stop for just a little while.

I knew that.
So, I decided to just 'be' by her side without saying a word.

After a while, the girl put her hand in her pocket.
I thought she would take out her phone, but she stopped.
In that gesture, a very gentle breeze blew.

I flicked my tail softly and stood up.
That was enough for now.

Feeling her gaze on my back,
I started walking back into the wind.

—I was here.
I felt like that girl's 'sound' had become a little gentler.


[End]



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Afterword

Thank you for picking up this book.
And I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude for walking this far with Bun-chan and the town of Sasebo.

I was born and raised in Sasebo.
However, I left the town for university and found employment outside the prefecture.
But after several milestones in life, I am now living in this town again.
This short story collection began with my desire to depict the scenery of Sasebo—which feels nostalgic yet has certainly changed—and the lives of the people who live there, as seen through my eyes now that I have "returned to live in this town again," using a quiet lens called 'a cat's perspective'.
The protagonist, Bun-chan, is a white and brown patched cat.
He does not speak human language, but by simply being there, he gently accepts the small fluctuations in people's hearts and the expressions they show to no one else.
A cat in the corner of town.
While that is all he is, he is a presence that is surely remembered as having "been here."
The title of this short story collection was named as a symbol of Bun-chan's way of being, and of Sasebo as a "place where memories remain" for the people who have spent time in this town.
Furthermore, for the creation of this book, I have utilized OpenAI's ChatGPT as a creative partner.
At first, I started discussing plots with a light heart, wondering "what kind of stories would be born with a cat and a town as the stage," but before I knew it, my days became about carefully exploring the breath of the story and the lingering resonance of words through dialogue with AI.
"A cat that doesn't speak," "people who don't want to talk," "memories of a town that disappear without being told"—
I feel that being able to give shape to these themes through collaboration with ChatGPT, sometimes like poetry and sometimes as stories, was an essential process for this work.
Sasebo is a town of slopes and harbors.
The scenery that has changed and the atmosphere that remains the same all continue to nurture the memories of the people and the town.
I would be happy if Bun-chan's story could gently nestle into your heart as one of those memories.
Spring 2025
From the town of Sasebo
Author


Profile | Kazuomi Matsunaga

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Biography: Graduated from Kyushu University, Faculty of Engineering (Materials Engineering) => Engineer at a metal materials manufacturer in Aichi (Production Technology) => Advertising sales for a local free paper in Nagasaki Prefecture => School corporation staff (<- Now here). A person in their 50s living in Nagasaki Prefecture. Both children have left the nest as university students, and I am living with my wife.
A writer who lets thoughts play daily at the intersection of "questions" and "curiosity." Recently, I have been writing about my own unique perspectives on themes such as education, stories, psychology, AI, and design, centering on the serialized column series "The Science of Thought." I am exploring "free knowledge design" that goes beyond existing frameworks. My motto is "Imagination opens up the world."
In my main profession, while working in university and education-related fields, I value carefully observing "the moment when people come to 'like' something" and "the scenes where questions sprout."
🧭 I would be happy if I could deliver articles that help a "new perspective" sprout within you after reading.
Feedback is also very welcome!


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