【朗読】「どんぐりと山猫」宮沢賢治【中島ヨシキ】【斉藤壮馬】【石川界人】【声優】 

話そっちのけで声だけで死にそう。

話入ってこないわ笑笑

私の友達の妹の国語の授業の朗読が斉藤壮馬だったそうな… 待って羨ましすぎん！？‪w

@@yama_0901_shita それは羨ましいことだぞ！！国語に限らず、声優さんが授業してたら、何としてでも聴くね

わかる！ちなみに@@user-oq4lz6wj9mさんは誰に朗読して欲しいですか？私は中島ヨシキでs(((謎情報

もう女の子やん(((？

@@yama_0901_shita それなああああああああww

声優界の斉藤壮馬｢山猫なら、まだ暗いうちに、馬車で南の方へ飛んでいきましたよぉ♡(女の子)(天使)(喉に何人住んでんの)」

Ichiro hurriedly corrected himself, “No, like a fifth-grader in college.” Once again, the man cheered up, letting out an unsettling laugh. “I wrote that letter!” Ichiro held in his own laughter and asked, “Who are you, anyway?” The man became suddenly serious, “I am one of Wildcat’s servants. I take care of his carriage. Then a strong gust of wind blew through the meadow, making the grass rise and fall like a wave. The servant suddenly dropped into a formal bow. Ichiro, thinking this was strange, turned around to see Wildcat wearing a yellow warrior’s vest, his green eyes open extra wide. As Ichiro considered Wildcat's ears and how they came to a sharp point, Wildcat gave a slight bow. Ichiro politely replied, “Good afternoon. Thank you for the letter.” Wildcat pulled his beard tight and stuck out his belly, “Welcome. Thank you for coming. Over the last few days, we’ve been dealing with a terrible argument. We have been having trouble with a trial and wanted to hear your thoughts on it. But rest for now, the acorns will be here soon. Every year I have to deal with this trial. . .” Wildcat trailed off, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and putting one in his mouth. “Cigarette?” he asked Ichiro. “Uhhh, no,” Ichiro replied, surprised by the offer. Wildcat let out a big belly laugh, “You’re too young, aren’t you,” casually throwing aside his match as he breathed in the blue smoke. Wildcat’s servant stood perfectly at attention, but was no longer able to hide his own desire for one of his master’s cigarettes and began to cry. Ichiro then heard a faint clicking, like salt skittering on rocks. Surprised, he leaned over to look at the ground and found in the grass sparkling, golden-yellow balls. Looking even closer, he saw they were acorns, over three hundred of them, and they were all wearing red pants and wailing something at him. Wildcat spat out his cigarette and called hurriedly to his servant, “Hey, they’re here. They’re like ants. Quick, ring the bell. It looks like we’ll get good sun over there. Cut down the grass.” In a haste, the servant whipped a big sickle out of his belt and with a few quick crunches cut down the grass in front of Wildcat. The sparkling acorns lept into the clearing from all directions and continued their wailing. Then there was a loud clang as the the servant rang his bell. As the clanging echoed through the nutmeg trees, the golden acorns quieted down a little. Wildcat had somehow changed into flowing black satin robes and with an air of great importance sat before the acorns. It reminded Ichiro of the paintings of pilgrims standing in front of the giant Buddha statue in Nara. And with a quick snap, the servant cracked his whip 2 or 3 times. The sky became clear and blue, and the acorns' golden shine was truly beautiful. “Alright, this is the third day of the trial. Let’s say we all just make up and move on,” Wildcat announced with a little bit of worry and a whole lot of pride in his voice. The acorns clamored in reply: “No, no, absolutely not. After all, pointy heads are the best. And my head has the pointiest point.” “No way. Round acorns are the best, and I am the roundest.” “No, bigger is better, and I’m the biggest.” “You’re wrong. I’m so much bigger than you. The judge said so yesterday.” “Uh-uh. It’s height that’s important. It’s who’s tallest.” “It’s wrestling that makes you best. We should wrestle to decide!” All of the acorns chattered until they buzzed like a poked beehive with no way to tell what they were saying. So Wildcat yelled, “Shut up! Do you know where you are? Order! Order!” CRACK. The servant snapped his whip, and the acorns finally fell silent. Wildcat, twisting his whiskers, called out again, “This is the third day of the trial. Let’s say we just all make up and move on.” And again, the acorns clamored: “No, no, absolutely not. After all, pointy heads are the best.” “No way, round acorns are the best” “No! Bigger is better!” They buzzed on again, with no way to tell what they were saying. “Silence! Shut up! Do you know where you are? Order! Order!” yelled Wildcat. CRACK. The servant snapped his whip, and Wildcat, twisting his whiskers, called out again, “This is the third day of the trial, let’s say we just all make up and move on.” “No, no, absolutely not. After all, pointy heads are . . “ buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. So Wildcat yelled, “Shut up! Do you know where you are? Order! Order!” CRACK. The servant snapped his whip. Wildcat turned to Ichiro, “This is what I have to deal with. What do you think I should do?” “All right, in this case, I think you should give this judgement: declare that the dumbest, weakest, absolutely worst acorn is the best. I heard that once in a sermon.” Wildcat nodded his understanding. With great pride, he opened the chest of his black satin robes just enough to reveal the yellow fighter’s vest below and pronounced to the gathered acorns, “Very well then. Order! This is my decision. Amongst you, the least good, dumbest, weakest, absolutely worst, cracked-headed acorn will be the best.” The acorns became completely silent and completely still. Wildcat took off his black satin robes and wiping the sweat from his forehead with one hand took Ichiro’s hand with the other. The servant, overjoyed, cracked his whip five or six times. “Thank you so much,” Wildcat said to Ichiro. “Such a difficult case, and you wrapped it up in a minute and a half. I beg of you, please become an honorary judge in my court. Please come whenever you get a note. In return, I will give you a token of my gratitude.” “I accept, but I don’t need any gifts.” “No, I must insist. It’s who I am. From now on, I will address my notes “Sir Ichiro Kaneta” and this place here will be my court, if it pleases you.” “Sure, I don’t mind,” replied Ichiro. Wildcat looked as if he had something more to say. He twisted his whiskers and blinked his eyes. Then, with great resolution, he blurted out, “So, about the notes again. What if I wrote in it, “We humbly request your presence on the morrow.” Ichiro laughed and replied, “Come on, that’s a little too much. You ought to knock it off.” Wildcat, feeling that it really might have been too much, looked down regretfully, still pulling on his whiskers. But he quickly changed his mind, and said, “All right, then we will keep the notes the way they are. Now, for today’s gift, would you prefer a box of golden acorns or a salted salmon head?” “I’d prefer the box of golden acorns.” Wildcat, seeming pleased that he didn’t chose the salmon head, called quickly to his servant, “Bring out a box of golden acorns. If you can’t fill a box, then throw in some painted ones. Quickly!” The servant gathered up all of the acorns from before and put them in a box. “Just enough!” he called back. Wildcat’s vest flapped in the wind. He stretched out as big as he could, closed his eyes, and said mid-yawn, “Great, now prepare the carriage, quickly.” A carriage, made from a big white mushroom, was pulled out by strange-looking grey horses. “All right, we’ll take you home.” Wildcat and Ichiro climbed into the carriage and the servant put the box of acorns in the carriage as well. CRACK The carriage cut across the meadow. Trees and brush floated past them like smoke. Ichiro looked down at his acorns while Wildcat stared blanky into the distance. As the carriage sped on, the acorns' shine slowly dimmed, and by the time the carriage stopped, the acorns were plain brown acorns. Wildcat’s yellow vest, the servant, and the mushroom carriage had all disappeared. Ichiro was by himself, in front of his house, holding his box of acorns. Never again did Ichiro get a note from Wildcat. From time to time he thought, “Maybe I should have let him write ‘We humbly request your presence.’” Source: en.m.wikisource.org/wiki/Translation:The_Acorns_and_Wildcat Nakajima Yoshiki (Ichiro, Acorn) Saito Soma (Wildcat, etc.) Ishikawa Kaito (Narration) [2/2]