Everyone has dreams, right?Things they want to do. Things they want to become.
Yeah. I've got one too.And honestly, it's the thing I want most in the world.
"To be the coolest guy in every single situation."
Not the protagonist.No need to be the hero.And definitely no need to be on the side of justice.
All I want is this—
In any scene, no matter what kind of scene it is,someone has to look at me and think:
[Who the hell is that guy? He's insanely cool.]
That's it.Yeah.
That's really all I need.
If someone can think that, then even if I'm just a shadow at the edge of the frame,my dream is already fulfilled.
Ah… just imagining it makes my heart pound so hard I can barely stand it.
If I had to explain why I turned out like this,I guess I'd have to go back to when I was a kid.
Back then, I filled notebooks with RPG characters—fighting over who got to be the swordsman, who got to be the demon lord.Morning and night, I watched kids' anime.
And honestly?I loved the villains just as much as the heroes.
Because they always said lines that stuck in your head forever—lines that didn't need explanation, yet froze the entire scene in place.
"I see… so you've arrived."
Just imagine someone saying that in real life.Out of nowhere. No context. No explanation.How cool would that be?
Or the classic scene—a mysterious man hidden beneath a flowing cloak bursts in to save a girlabout to be forced into marriage, while soldiers swarm the place.
Just thinking about it feels like all the air gets sucked out of the room.
Aaaah…
Of course.
If I tried that kind of thing randomly in the real world,I'd probably get labeled a lunatic—or arrested before I even finished my cool line.
But honestly?That's a minor detail.
And precisely because of that—so that the things I want to do won't end in embarrassment—
I trained.
Combat.Physical conditioning.Movement.Escape techniques.How to knock someone down without ruining the vibe.
And most importantly…
How to be—
A cameraman.
Yeah. A cameraman.
Most people think cameramen stay outside the scene.But I know the hidden truth.
This world is driven by frames.
If no one records it,coolness never truly exists.
Some cameramen run faster than sprinters.Some carry heavier loads than weightlifters—all while sprinting, dodging, and capturing the perfect shotin the single instant where everything aligns.
And I trained that too.
Which angles sharpen the silhouette.Which lighting makes glasses reflect just right.Which posture makes it look like you know everything in the worldeven when you're doing absolutely nothing.
All of this isn't to save the world.It's not to become a hero.
It's so that one day,I can be both shadow and light in the darkest scene possible—and make someone look at me and think:
"Just who the hell is that guy…?"
Inside the pocket of my school uniform,there's a notebook that's absolutely essential to becoming that version of myself.
A plain black cover.The corners worn down from use.Inside, countless small lists.
Not plans.Not prophecies.
But—
Things I want to do.And roles I've carefully preparedto show the world just how cool I can be.
I call it my Cool Performance Log: [影の演出帳].Yeah. Sounds embarrassing, doesn't it?
Of course it does.
But I don't care.
Because this world isn't driven by what's right—it's driven by what people remember.
Inside that notebook,tiny handwriting and coded symbols fill every page:
Say the ultimate cool line, "So you've arrived," in a scene nobody expects
Be present in every frame when something major happens
Remove glasses at the perfect timing, light reflecting just right
Appear when someone (preferably a girl) is in serious danger
And countless others.
No dates.No locations.No names.
Because these aren't plans.
They're dreams, waiting for their chance to perform.
I never try to predict anything.I just wait for the world to create the perfect scene—then I step into the coolest possible position.
Come to think of it…
These glasses I'm wearing?
I'm not nearsighted.I'm not farsighted either.
I wear them because they reflect light perfectly—and when I take them off, the world seems to freeze for half a secondjust to let the coolness sink in.
That half-second isn't a superpower or anything.
But it's worth more than a thousand words—
when those words are spoken with style.