Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

We returned straight to Fairy Square, the starting point of this area.

Yamajun's injury is quite serious. I wanted to get rid of it quickly, but if I did it anywhere but Fairy Square, I wouldn't know what kind of interference I'd get in, including the Cloud Guys.

In the meantime, as a minimum first aid, I applied the medicine in my hand and left my body tied with dark hair to stop the bleeding at all. Dark-haired tying was also helpful to secure to the back of the swinging raptor.

Returning to the square like that, he immediately enters the treatment. Even so, I am not a doctor or healer, but I have only a few things I can do.

"Slow it down"

"Whoa, don't shake it."

"Yamajun, hold on!

First by the fountain, put the bloody Yamajun to bed and remove his jacket. Unbutton the learning run and the white shirt and open the front, wrapping around the bright red stained shirt.

"Ugh, this is..."

Maybe not. Honestly, I thought so.

The blade of the wind, from the left shoulder to the right flank, had become a large diagonal letter, cleaving the body. Large wounds are overflowing with fresh blood and dyed red throughout the body.

Can you really heal such a deep hand with only wound drug A? Even if it's healed, if the blood has already spilled too late...... yeah, don't think about it, focus now!

Rinse your body off quickly with water and soothe the wound pills packed in the tupper from the bag you pulled back. I don't want it to be a lot, but it's not if you're a jerk. Apply the medicine to fill the wound.

"Ugh, wow... Ugh..."

Yamajun groans at the bitterness of the medicine. I'm sorry, but I need you to put up with all this.

"Hey Peach River, is Yamajun going to heal!?

"Don't make a scene, Yamada."

Stuck in a wolf and semi-crying yamada, I couldn't answer "it's okay". It doesn't matter if it's irresponsible, I noticed around Ueda stopping Yamada that this was an occasion where I had to say it was okay, but it was too late to say it again.

"... Takagawa-kun... there he is"

"Yamajun!?

Yamajun, who only groaned in a distressed voice, spoke the words clearly. He's a little voice that's going to disappear now, but he does seem conscious.

"You better not talk, it might sound like a scratch -"

"That's okay... hey, I want you to listen... maybe it's the last time, because I think..."

This kind of interaction, you've read it many times in comics, what a crappy thought going through a corner of your head is a kind of escape, trying to turn away from the reality in front of you?

Even so, I have nothing better to do than play the classic role of listening to the words of a dying companion.

'Cause you do. As a reality, you can't possibly think that your dear companion might die, but let's miss that last word, block it.

"I wrote about the ancient language in my notebook as far as I can tell... Sorry, Takawa-kun, I wanted to teach you more, properly..."

"Fine, that's enough. Thank you, I'll see."

Goddamn it, don't tell me anything that leaves such a shadow.

"Ueda... you have the most courage... when a terrible demon stands up ahead, I'm sure you'll be the first to slash it, open it up..."

"Damn, what the hell, Yamajun, such a cool thing, I don't want to hear it right now!

"Nakai, hehe, you can surprisingly care... the point of the collaboration between the three is you... you can fight with whoever you want, because you should..."

"Heh, heh, you're looking closely. That's right, thanks to me, you're fighting well!

"Mr. Shimogawa, you are the best judge and driver... thank you, I was able to take that place off with your shame earlier..."

"That's... oh, if I could move faster..."

"Yamada and I have known each other for the longest time... thank you so much for being friends with me"

"Bullshit... don't say that like you're gonna die!

"Protect everyone... you're the strongest... so don't be scared, I want you to believe me more about everyone, as a companion"

"All right, all right! So please... Yamajun..."

Me, and no one, can fool around about Yamada crying so hard right now. Because we're all the same. I can't believe I can cry.

"Mr. Peach River... you are the leader. You're the only one who can lead us all..."

"I'm not like that... I've just managed to get here because Yamajun was here before"

"It's okay... even if the power of your vocation doesn't extend to you, Takagawa, your courage, your wisdom, your kindness... even if you were killing people,"

Was Yamajun aware that I had killed his mouth?

"I believe you did the right thing, and I believe you did."

"How can you say all that? I didn't do anything big..."

"It's... I'm talking about you... whoa, whoa, whoa!

At last the limits came, Yamajun stirred hard in the middle of the dialogue. At the same time, he vomits blood and dirties his mouth red.

"Ha, hu... sorry, I'm already..."

"Yamajun, hold on. It's okay, so I applied the wound medicine properly. I was dying when I was hit by an armored bear, but this medicine cured me. [M] So absolutely, it's okay!

"Right... thanks..."

I guess I can't even stay conscious anymore. With his bloody lost face, Yamajun finally drops his eyelid.

"Please, Peach River... hold my hand, will you... it's a little cold"

"Yeah."

I held Yamajun's hand quietly, with both hands, to pray.

"Thanks...... now, I'm not scared anymore"

"It's okay, don't worry... the next time I wake up, the wound is healing..."

No, don't cry. Even with such a crying face, none of them would be convincing.

If you don't believe me. Nobody else, I have to believe that Yamajun's wounds will heal at this moment alone...

"Guys...... good night"

"Yeah, good night, Yamajun......"

Ueda was the first to take action.

"... hey, forever, you can't keep Yamajun like this, it's not gonna be a wack to keep him"

"Yes, you are..."

"Oh, yeah."

Nakai and Shimogawa then rise.

"Wait, you guys! What, are you trying to do something on your own!

And as the upper middle and lower trio began to move, Yamada shouted.

"It's a casual thing."

"Take it easy, Yamada. Well, I know how you feel."

"Yamajun is no longer..."

"Ugh! Yamajun's not dead yet!

Oh, it's stupid, it's really stupid, Yamada.

Yamajun is dead.

I stopped breathing. My heart's stopped. I checked with Omake for pupil reflexes. They call it the Three Signs of Death.

Even with the light on, the pupils will remain open, not responding, which seems to indicate that the brain is losing function. Because pupil reflexes are dominated by nerves exiting the brain stem.

The lungs, the heart, the brain, all these irreversible dysfunctions are medically defined as' death '.

Yamajun is dead.

So I ran out of clarity.

It is a beautiful face of death. It's a common expression of sleeping, but you're right. Even now, I feel like I'm going to wake up... but, as it turns out, it's just the aspirations of those left behind.

I confirmed Yamajun's death myself. Still, don't have any weird hopes that the wound pills will work from now on. I'm sure God will help you, or hope for an impossible miracle, so you don't waste your time.

"Look at reality, Yamada."

I get up, too.

The first thing to do would be to bury Yamajun's body.

"Chi, damn it... damn it..."

Yamada, who helped dig holes in the roots of the fairy walnut tree with us, still zeroing in big tears, is somehow Yamajun and his best friend in this. By the side of Yamada, who is truly affectionate and worthy of friends, I have been completely tearful for a long time.

In my head, there was already a thought running out of sorrow.

Yamajun was spared, saddened and painful death by all of us. Such a sad scatter that it seems like a TV drama.

But nothing in that death makes sense. To be honest, Yamajun died in vain.

Sure, he took refuge in me and was fatally wounded, so he would have saved my life. But that's all.

Helping someone is a really honorable thing to do, but losing one's own life with it would be a real fall. If you help someone, you must not substitute for your own life. There is no point in those who are bound to help, or those who can help, unless they are resurrected... No, they are not. It's not that it doesn't make sense, it's just that I'm not convinced.

How could you help me? If you ate that wind blade, you would have known, oh shit. At least, if I were you, I wouldn't be able to move under those circumstances. Never move. Because my life is more important than anything else.

Did you want to protect me even if you gave up your life, or were you nice enough to be reflexively sheltered before long thinking about it? Now, no one knows how Yamajun felt at that moment, etc.

What matters is always the result. Feelings, what a prude, are only reasons for postponement. Now it's just that a boy named Junichiro Yamagawa, he's dead. That's everything.

I thought it was unreasonable. I can't believe I'm convinced. There shouldn't have been any reason why he could have died. Who the hell resents Yamajun, two years and seven sets of consciences?

This can't have happened. It can't be.

What do people call that feeling - 'anger'?

So no more grief. I can't even shed tears.

Drop Yamajun's body in the dug hole and, just for the last farewell, dedicate a bouquet of flowers made from a flower garden in Fairy Square to cover the soil. At that time, everyone was crying again. No one makes a fool of you, and you don't need to be cool.

I was the only one who wasn't crying.

I mean, of all people, I was the only one who was mad.

"Raina...... you kill"

That's a second vow. The manifestation of a definite resentment that kills people.

I will curse Rayna A. Ayase, who made an unwarranted sacrifice to Yamajun.