Oshikatsu Diary: Drage Okinawa

An Oshikatsu diary about participating in the Drage fan tour✍️

People around me keep asking how it was, so,
I didn't intend to write about it, but I'll leave some notes behind lol
It's embarrassing because I'm such a hardcore otaku... *blush*

This was my first time participating in a tour in my otaku life.
To begin with, I've spent many years as an otaku in the Johnny's, Visual Kei band, and voice actor content circles.
Drage's style is just a violent level of service that's way too much of a swamp🤣

The circles I've been in until now were based on the premise that "your oshi is far away."
Live concerts are on a scale of tens of thousands.
Even if you spend a fortune, you won't win tickets.
Autographs? Urban legends.
Two-shot photos? They don't exist.
Handshake events? If they happen, they're a memory for a lifetime.

Especially in the voice actor scene, 1-on-1 talks have emerged since the pandemic, but they're usually only 30 seconds long.
Even this kind of project isn't a given and depends on the individual,
and it's still a very rare type of event...

Moreover, for app game-based live concerts,
to get the right to participate, you have to stack CDs and discs, stack serial codes, stack up good deeds, and finally pray... whether you win a ticket after spending 150,000 yen is a toss-up.

When it comes to Johnny's, people even borrow their family members' names to create fan club accounts.
Just being on the flower path is a god-tier seat,
and an arena seat where you can "see them with your naked eye" is a victory.

To get even a fleeting glance from your oshi,
you make flashy fans and spend money, time, and mental resources.

Even after doing all that, which seat you get,
which member will pass by, whether you'll be in their line of sight,
and even if you are, whether they'll respond to you, is all an unknown world. It's a world line where not getting a response is the norm.

An otaku who has been educated for years in such a world line,
participated in this fan tour and...
It's like I was reincarnated into another world; the very concept of Oshikatsu is overturned. Is it okay to be this happy...? lol

First of all, the oshi actually exists.

No, I know that's obvious, but since otaku have been consuming their oshi as a concept for years,
when they suddenly appear in front of you, you're like, "They're 3D..." "Wow... they're alive...!"

People who haven't been otaku might not understand, but this is basically what goes on in a hardcore otaku's brain.
This will be on the test. Your IQ drops to 3.

And they talk. They look at you.
Their raw voice, not through a microphone, is shaking my eardrums.

Huh?????

What I understood even less was
the length of the contact time.

Even in underground idol culture, one cheki is about 1 minute,
and it's normal for staff to peel you away...
But this time, there were no staff to peel us away.
I actually found myself looking for the staff to peel us away. lol

The oshi themselves are holding the steering wheel of the conversation.
Depending on the person, some will talk to you normally for about 5 minutes.
It makes no sense. They're just too human. *boom*

I'm in a mental state where "just breathing is fan service," so if I'm talked to for 5 minutes, my capacity is already... lol

And I'm an otaku raised in a random culture.
Random bromides.
Random pin badges.
Random bonuses.

It's normal to get someone other than your oshi even after paying money.
Pulling your oshi yourself is a miracle as if you've used up all your luck.
When you don't get them, your whole day is spent looking for trades.

To someone like that, a system where you can "definitely have contact with your oshi for a fixed price" was practically extraterritorial.

From an otaku life where I spent 150,000 yen to get a live ticket, isn't "the oshi existing in almost the same space for 3 days and 2 nights" a total bug???

I'm like, "What kind of good deeds did I do in my past life???" lol

They were more "living human beings" than idols.
So in a sense, I think it's dangerous because it's too much of a swamp lol

For a hardcore otaku, the stimulation is too strong,
and for someone coming from a different circle, it's a world line that's too much like heaven.

In the end, I'm a severe otaku who is just grateful that my oshi exists today...
Thank you for being in Japan,
thank you for standing there today,
thank you for being healthy,
thank you for meeting me,
thank you for being active,
thank you for existing,
no matter how many years pass, that's all I have... *bitter laugh*

I was told my threshold for gratitude is too low.
Is this not a normal feeling??😂
When I decided to participate, I was happy but also scared, but it became a very happy memory🥰