Welcome to the NHK (Novel)
Tatsuhiko Takimoto
Language: English
Pages: 248
ISBN: 1427802564
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The novel that inspired the manga and anime!Twenty-two-year-old Satou, a college dropout and aficionado of anime porn, knows a little secret--or at least he thinks he does! Believe it or not, he has stumbled upon an incredible conspiracy created by the Japanese Broadcasting Company, N.H.K. But despite fighting the good fight, Satou has become an unemployed hikikomori--a shut-in who has withdrawn from the world.... One day, he meets Misaki, a mysterious young girl who invites him to join her special "project." Slowly, Satou comes out of his reclusive shell, and his hilarious journey begins, filled with mistaken identity, Lolita complexes--and an ultimate quest to create the greatest hentai game ever!
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mountain of manga that nearly reached the ceiling, and various other kinds of furniture and decorations. Everything combined to create a peculiar, troubled ambiance. "Please, have a seat there." Yamazaki's voice brought me back to reality. Following his directive, I unsteadily ventured deeper into his room. 45 Welcome to the N.H.K. Suddenly, something shattered at my feet with a loud crack. I jumped nervously. "Oh, that's just a CD case," Yamazaki said, "Don't worry about it." Manga, novels,
was already different from every other day, though. Something surprising had happened earlier. After waking up at one in the afternoon, I found an unfamiliar slip Road to the Creator of paper in the mail slot. Picking it up, I examined it. It was the resumé that I had written several days earlier for the parttime job at the manga café. I had written it for that particular job application, a memory that I now wanted to forget completely. Why? Why was it in my mail slot? I hurried next door to
was a wine factory. I've been drinking since I was in middle school. Don't worry about me—I'm totally fine!" I wasn't sure which part of him was totally fine. Once Yamazaki got drunk, he wouldn't stop his tirades until he ran out of steam, even if you yelled or ignored him. I'd learned this the hard way. I had no idea what to do with him. Then he seemed to deflate; his shoulders dropped with his voice. "Women are crap. There are still times when I'd like to date a girl, though. I'm human, after
Misaki trembled and covered her head with both arms. "Huh?" I said. She peered through the openings in her arms at me. "What are you doing?" I asked. She didn't reply but tentatively put both arms down. Once more, I feigned a right hook. Again, Misaki guarded her head with both arms. 141 Welcome to the N.H.K. As her reaction was amusing, I repeated my punching motions several times. In the end, Misaki shrank up, frozen in that position, arms covering her head. Her strange position caused her
frightening. Anxiety of an unknown origin had enfolded me, and the very uncertainty of that origin fanned Infiltration my fear even more. The initial, readily noticeable symptom was that my gaze started to wander and I would become unable to look others in the eye while speaking to them. Oh, I was just like some overly self-conscious middle school kid. I felt embarrassed from the bottom of my heart. And because I was aware of that embarrassment, my behavior would become even stranger and more