Kidnapped Dragons

Spring lay on the couch.

He was wearing a Chunchu suit. Wishirt and tie. Brown check skirt below. And the head of the grass was scattered, and his hands were cleaved, and he laid them on his belly. Just looking at the ceiling, he asked.

“Aren't you going to class? ”

He raises his head.

“Yes.”

“Why."

“Why?”

“You have class today. We have to go.”

Spring replied, thinking of something for a moment.

“... Why? ”

* * *

It was the day they were not accompanied.

“I'm going alone today. ”

Summer's gone.

“Me, me! I'm going on an assignment with my friends today! ”

The autumn was gone too.

“... I eat well. ”

Winter laughed. The Guardian lifts the feed sack.

“Let me feed you a little bit more. ”

“... here, more? ”

“Yes, little lady. That way, this one will grow up.... No, it won't grow very well. ”

Only the winter and the guardian remained feeding the chicks in the kitchen. The sound of beeping and crying, ‘Are you going to test my limits?’ It was a voice wet with joy.

So the living room has been quiet for a long time. I did.

“I've been thinking about it. ”

Sitting in a squat, a spring wrapped around his knee opened his mouth.

“I can't find a reason to go to class. ”

“Why go to class? ”

“Well…… Summer or autumn is fun while taking classes or meeting friends. ”

Yes, it is.

“But I'm not really interested. ”

“... Yes? ”

“I want to go to the professor's class. I'm studying. I'm reporting for a test. I want to meet people. It's all good. That's good. I thought it would be okay if I didn't have to. ”

“I used to play that. Your grades are fine.”

Last autumn, spring hit course A. Average credit 4. Autumn was B + and summer was B ― fairly compliant.

Spring, however, shook his head with a fat expression.

“The exam was wrong on purpose. ”

“Why."

“I have no reason to get a good score. ”

I rarely saw him study, but I didn't understand that the spring I used to study was an A credit when I slept in class. He is a dragon who remembers what he saw once and for all.

Then he never cared much about his spring academic life. Of course I thought I'd always be good at it.

As he stands quietly, Spring carefully grabs the tip of his cardigan. I felt like asking you to sit down.

The regent sits next to the spring.

“Can I ask you something? ’

“Yes.”

“Why do humans go to school? ”

“To be educated. ”

“So why do I want to get a good score? ”

“We have a better future to win the competition. ”

“What is a better future? ”

“Well, plenty of money. A good connection. A happy family. I'm sure it is.”

“Who did you compete with for that? ”

The regent did not speak for a moment.

As time went by, I hardly ever thought about the standard of a normal person. So he needed time to think.

“No.”

In retrospect, the object for which he competed was himself.

“Well…….” Spring touched my forehead. It was now slightly longer than the eyebrows, making it a vague head length.

“I'm a dragon, so I don't need money. You can make money at any time. ”

“ ……. ”

“I don't really need a connection. I'm not lonely, so I don't need a relationship. ”

“ ……. ”

“I still can't imagine a happy family. I grew up in the hands of other clan adults because I didn't have parents, but I never thought it was enough. ”

The story of the Green Clan I've never heard of. Since it was the time of the dragon, the criteria were different from those of humans.

“Why do you live? ”

“Well, to be happy...? ”

“What makes you happy? ”

“I'm already happy. ”

“Why are you happy? ”

“It's just... 301 seems like fun. Nothing. It's like summer is with autumn, or it's like watching winter grow. And you're funny. ”

“... so there's no reason to go to class? ”

“Yes.”

He recalls the Green Dragon in the last episode.

The third time I ever found out of existence. The Green Dragon was a corner painter.

4th time. He was a sculptor.

5th. Painting in Europe.

6th. Likewise, I was writing a novel in Europe.

The 5th and 6th had to give up being held in custody.

There were no other achievements in the third and fourth periods.

Unlike the current spring. He feels good no matter what he does. However, I had never succeeded at that time.

How can you do this?

“But I don't think this is my problem. ”

It was then. Spring brought out another word.

“What?”

“So did you. There's nothing you can do but take care of us or catch the demons. ”

“ ……. ”

“Virtually white. ”

“ ……. ”

“Or a kidnapper. ”

Then he laughs. Fresh laughter touched my ears.

“Why do you live? ”

So when he asked me more questions. The regent was a little defenseless.

It was a difficult question.

Once upon a time, it meant something to my life. I'm going to do something. It's going to be something. However, with successive failures, he lost many of his life's purposes. All that was left was the conceptual purpose created by life's inertia.

And that was not appropriate for the topic of conversation with the baby dragons.

When he was absent, Spring turned around and looked him straight in the eye. With an unfathomable expression. It was the gaze that demanded an answer.

“You don't have to know. ”

“Again, again. Take the world alone. ”

Spring smiled.

“Even though he used to be..... ”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, I'm used to it now. ”

He decided to turn the topic around.

“Then let's do something together. ”

“Yes?”

“If you do something new, there's something you want to do. ”

“Is there something like that? ”

“There's nothing to do, so it's better than lying there. ”

Spring nods. Then I went into my room.

He should not have worn shorts in his sweatshirt.

“It's a green dragon. Why don't you make something. ”

“I'll do it. What do I do? ”

I knew three things that definitely failed.

Figure. Novel. It's a sculpture.

And from now on, the regent was willing to recognize the cause of the failure.

“Let's draw. ”

* * *

Spring Room. Table.

Spring darkens the surroundings and lights the magic like a light. The painting paper turned out a little whiter.

Next to it were paints, coloured pencils and crepes. Spring was what I bought for winter.

Spring bites the strap on the mouth and sweeps the hair in one place to tie it up. The white neckline is revealed by the light in the darkness.

“I want to draw something. ”

“Wait a minute.”

Spring grabbed the wrist of the keeper. When he tries to pull out his sluggish hand, give him a little more strength.

“Look at you. ”

Then I folded up the wrist of the washshirt myself.

“So what do you want to draw?"

“I see. People? Genuine?”

“A flower, a landscape. It's spring.”

“That's good, too. You won't be able to draw flowers or landscapes. ”

“It's time for you to draw. ”

“We have to do it together. So no flowers or landscapes. ”

It seemed natural.

“I can draw. ”

“A.”

“Flowers aren't that hard. ”

“Do it."

Hyeong-tae lays her hands on Zamjaco Crapas.

Flowers…….

The last flower he remembers is the one that blossomed in the fallen world that he saw in Noah's dream.

So he hears grey crayons. I could feel the spring laughing.

“ ……. ”

The flowers were grayed out.

“No, what is this? ”

Spring laughed.

Certainly. The regent didn't look like a flower.

“ ……. ”

He reaches out and grabs the new painting paper. Then when he tried to get rid of the original painting, Spring sanctioned his hand.

“What's wrong? I've drawn it all the time.”

“It's not a flower. ”

“A. This is also a flower. Gray. Head down. It's dull, though.”

“Wouldn't it be better to redraw it from the beginning? Looks like it's ruined. ”

“Well……. ”

Spring shook her head while she was pondering.

“Then I feel sorry for the flowers I drew. ”

“ ……. ”

“Give me a name. ”

“To flowers?”

“No? Usually the painting has a name. ”

I thought about it for a moment.

The flower that blossomed when Noah's world collapsed.

So the name of the painting....

“The end.”

He shook his head with a thick, spring expression.

“Strange?”

“Yes.”

“ ……. ”

“Let me save you. Give me a name after that. ”

“Got it.”

Then the spring was painted on the brush, and a new flower began to be painted behind the gray flower.

From his fingertips, stems are made, leaves are made, petals are made. I didn't even seem to know how to concentrate or remove my tongue.

Later, a new flower was completed behind the gray flower. The petals were pink.

“How's it going?”

Spring didn't paint as well as he expected. Still much better than his.

“Well done.”

“Yes.”

“What's your name?”

“Well, out of fluid? ”

The spring I spoke of laughed.

Speaking of which, it seemed that a gray soul came out of a pink flower.

“That's good.”

“I'm joking.”

“... Then with what? ”

“Do you want to think about it in the background? ”

“I think so.”

He filled out the painting paper with spring. I didn't know how to draw grass, but I felt like a big grass when I squeezed the green paint along the spring.

I murmured as the spring filled out the painting.

“It's a dragon I drew. ”

“Uh.”

“So I've grown a lot of flowers. ”

“ ……. ”

“Flowers are small, they look cute, but they're actually really strong. They bloom everywhere. It blooms in the wilderness. It blooms in the ruins. ”

“I see.”

“It's going to take a while, but it's self-evident. I'm alive here. ”

He nods.

Then I drew the sun yellow on the edge. And then spring said, "Oh. ’Gogal nodded.

“Spring is here, mister. ”

“Yes.”

“Do you like spring? ”

“Well.”

“If not?”

“I never really thought about it. ”

“Yeah, I see. ”

The painting was completed first.

“What's the title?”

“Flowers.”

“There is no castle. ”

“ ……. ”

“Be as thoughtful as you are when you name us. ”

Even then, I didn't say I built it roughly.

With a gray paint, she painted a strange flower of retention, and the spring asked.

“Then go back. What's the title?”

“… flowers. ”

Spring's eyes twitched.

“I don't like that. I'm not being polite. ”

“Out of fluid.”

“A real child. ”

“… out of the fluid of flowers? ”

I don't know if I deserved it, but spring turned around. Then a gray paint sprayed on the face of the keeper.

“Ah.”

“ ……. ”

“Sorry, a mistake. ”

He shakes his head and brushes his head. I could have avoided it or stopped it, but I just got it right.

But I saw a prank bloom on my face in the spring. Then the conditions were met. Just enough distance to reach the bridge. And he's got a playful vibe.

Somehow, it was time to think the timing was strange.

Spring shook his wrist and fried the paint.

“Hey, hey. ”

Spring laughed Hickhik but did not stop frying the texture. Hyeong-tae grabbed his brush and covered his face with his big hand.

Then Hehe, who laughed, closed his mouth. Then I looked at him with eyes that could not hide him.

“Honna.”

“Fear.”

“ ……. ”

Without saying anything. Without any movement.

The tension between the two is straining.

At the next moment, I started to rob him of the brush he had taken.

“Aah! ”

Grey paint spills without recognition. A surprise spring fled from the room to the living room.

Hence, the rest of the body grew slowly. Then I wiped the paint on my face and the paint that fell on the floor.

* * *

The winter of napping in the living room opened up to a sudden commotion.

“ ……? ”

Spring saw my sister. There was something gray on his cheeks.

What is that? Winter rises on the couch and carefully follows the back of spring. Then I looked at my sister through the door of the bathroom.

Spring stood still and looked at himself in the mirror. After a moment of laughter, I moved my hand and squeezed the paint on my cheek into five pieces.

Then something form was revealed.

It's like a gray, flower-like thing.

Spring smiled and wiped away the paint.