Maouyome

Shaking in the sun, little buds.

A gentle breeze plunders his cheeks and leaves a great ripple over the blue spreading grass flowers to pass by.

The gentle sun warms the skin.

Leaning against the side of a thick trunk with solid water and air, the soothing air was pleasant.

The crisp and understated leaf-shifting sound drops, on his knees lying back, buzzing the floating shade of the tree.

A serene routine.

Beautiful world.

Turning to the fragrant fragrance, the mountain-blown petals caught my eye.

Touching the petal with your fingertips bounces back glossy, with a slightly accumulated drop of morning dew, leaving a trace of Shizuku over the leaves on the ground with the stems stretched out.

Loosening her cheeks to comfort, a gentle smile came from around her.

Old old man. Magnificent couple.

Girls and youths full of luminosity.

Every time I smile fluffy, my smile breaks.

It was just that, my heart was filled.

One of them, a boy, is moving forward.

He was a young boy who wasn't even old enough.

When the boy came forward with a little shyness, he gently offered what he had in his back hand.

It was a grass crown knitted in silotumexa.

The grass crown, which was awkward but would have knitted so hard, was a little inappropriate, and that's why it seemed even more adorable.

It was a happy time.

That's what I thought when it lasted forever.

I thought it would last forever. Yes, I assumed.

When I received that grass crown as I thanked him, my smile spread to the look on the boy's face, who was somewhere anxious.

The feeling is gorgeous with an uncontrolled smile.

I thought it was dear from the bottom of my heart.

I felt that smile from my heart, smiling.

The boy's figure shades.

The appearance of a boy seeping and shading in the dark distorted and torn.

I was on the battlefield when I realized it.

Grabbing a juicy spear, waving it.

The warmth I was feeling on my skin turned into tingling, burning heat, and the fragrance of grass flowers that was in the wind had been scratched out in the smell of dull, burnt iron.

I have a voice calling my own name.

My name, directed with hatred and resentment, is also shouted outrage.

The hatred that is directed at you presses you to harm yourself.

A grudge of screaming entwines me on my limbs.

Swing Zhu spears against them and get rid of them.

I was really scared.

I couldn't help but be afraid and scared.

It excites the limbs that are about to creep, eating and tying teeth to the frustrated roots of the heart.

Because there was something I wanted to protect.

I didn't want that serene routine to be destroyed.

I was afraid to keep fighting with Zhu Spear up.

It was horrible to keep facing hatred and anger, but still, I just wanted to protect it, because I wanted to, and still, I kept fighting.

How long have I been on my back, feeling dependable?

There was a man on his back who would protect him.

And beside him, there was one who would fight with me.

Reliability I feel on my back.

I kept fighting as I entrusted myself to the peace of mind beside me.

My skin rips, my flesh chops a thousand, my bones crumble.

I still couldn't die. I kept waving Zhu Spear with my body.

Every time I wave the spear, my ripped skin shreds.

Every time I wave my strength on the battlefield, a thousand pieces of meat can bounce, and the crushed bones rise and collapse.

Still kept fighting even.

I even kept swinging my spear.

If I noticed, I was alone, on the outside of the world.

The battle that could never be finished was over.

One person outside the world knew that the battle had already ended.

The world was returning to peace.

Beyond the insurmountable wall, he felt an untouchable world, a world he had fought and won.

People bowing their heads to themselves.

People who close their eyes and pray.

Don't smile at me as one of them.

There's no one to give me warmth.

- No. I'm not.

I don't want you to keep your head down.

I don't want my eyes closed.

I'm here.

I wanted you to see me here.

I wanted someone to smile at me.

I wanted you to tell me how warm it was.

And when he deviated from his sight, there was he that fought with him that kept his back, and with him that was next to him.

Those who kept their backs had lost their power. Whoever was next to him had greatly damaged his body.

But they were inside the world.

It was surrounded by warmth inside the world.

Surrounded by an overflowing smile, he lives peacefully.

I watched it alone, from the outside of the world.

All I could do was watch.

My heart sinks.

Emotions go dark, dyed.

Jealousy tightens my heart.

The hatred that comes into being burns my thoughts.

I fought.

I was the one who fought it out.

Why am I not in the world I have saved?

Why do I have to be alone and keep looking at the world in this place?

I want to return.

to my world.

I want to go back to that world.

My heart sinks in the dark.

Black emotions are deep in your soul and stained.

I disappear.

Consciousness drinks up.

It sinks slowly and blends into the deep darkness over a long time.

I'm not who I am anymore.

Gently, I felt like I was drawn.

Someone pulled my hand along the way as I blended into the dark emotions and the perception of myself blurred and mixed.

It was a small hand.

I thought it was a child's hand.

The ambiguous contours take shape, slightly regaining the consciousness that was about to melt and disappear.

I was in the middle of a long passage when everything I had ever felt and seen disappeared and regained the perception of myself.

It was a long stone aisle.

Ambiguous of memory and self, he walks through that stone aisle, which he recognises somewhere, guided.

There's one boy in front of me, and he's pulling my hand.

I'm going down the aisle with my hands drawn.

Memories and perceptions blur and blur.

I couldn't even remember my name clearly.

Somewhere familiar.

I know Haz's, boy's back.

But... who was it?

In my memory is the boy who gave me the grass crown.

It's in me, not me, vague memories.

The boy's smile crosses the back of his brain and he realizes it.

... No. It's not that girl.

Someone you shouldn't forget.

You're someone I don't want to forget, but I can't remember.

You, … who.

Memories start to connect, little by little.

I'm not sure about myself yet, but the boy in front of me is strong and conscious.

Eventually the aisle ended and the boy's hand broke away.

I felt the boy who looked back smiled.

But I don't see that face very well.

It was sumptuous and angry, with a good face, I didn't know.

The boy is urged to move on to the end of the aisle and steps forward.

I don't know, but I kind of feel like I have to, so I move on from the aisle.

It was dark at the end of the aisle and although I didn't know where to go, I nevertheless took a step ahead of that darkness.

"Really, Nee-chan's gonna get lost soon."

A bright and pleasant voice reached my back.

"But I still think it suits you best to be laughing"

"Torte!?

Memories are instantly revived, screaming the name in its precious memory and looking back in haste.

There were no more aisles there, no more Torte-kun appearances.

I wonder why I couldn't remember.

I wonder why I forgot.

"Wait! Torte, right? Torte!

A boy who couldn't help.

The boy I met in the Holy City, who was powerless and couldn't stop his life from spilling.

I screamed its name in an attempt to chase it, and my stepped foot suddenly collapsed.

You lose your scaffolding in the dark, and your body falls.

I took that hand again, and there was someone else's hand to pull it off.

Someone is pulling up my body about to fall to the bottom of the darkness. It's not like Torte-kun to be in front of you, someone else.

Someone tall, sloppy.

But I don't see your face very well.

I know. It's someone from Haz, but I don't know who it is.

"It's okay, 'cause I'll never drop it this time"

It was definitely a voice I remember.

I do remember, somewhere in a sloppy tone.

"I'm so sorry. That's all I wanted to tell you."

Pulled up vigorously, feet on the ground.

Signs disappear from around us again, just back into the dark.

Memories connect.

"... Orolena,"

I murmured softly at the name in the connected memory, making sure it felt in my hand.

Unexpectedly, someone's hand was pressed against his back.

"Don't turn around. Straight ahead."

I am stopped by a clear, calm voice that rolls the sound of the bell where I tried to look back in surprise.

That was the voice that was always beside me.

The voice that was always helping me nearby.

He helped me, the voice that supported me.

"I'm very grateful to you. Really, thanks to you, I was able to help those kids."

Warm thoughts are conveyed from the flat of the hand pushing the back.

"This is not where you should be. You can't stay here forever.... Look, straight ahead, move on."

Press your back and your body moves forward.

"... but move on... to where?"

I walk in the dark, but I had no idea where to go.

I don't know which one is forward when they tell me to move forward.

A thin arm stretched over his shoulder pointed forward.

Before the pointed darkness, the light plunges in.

"Thank you so much. Don't get lost."

The feel of the hand pushing the back disappears, and the memory connects again.

"Mr. Lynn Fillet."

"Keep it up, straight this way"

From beyond the light. Again, I heard voices.

If you look, there was a woman with long dark hair across the light.

I still don't know who that is.

Stay guided by your voice, move on.

Torte-kun.

Mr. Orolena.

Mr. Lynn Fillet.

Memories connect.

Every important memory comes back to life.

Though I still can't remember my own name in it.

I still don't know my name alone, but I feel comfortable with the thoughts that I convey to the memory that connects me, and I step forward.

The light is looming right beside us.

The moment I proceeded into the light, I could only see the face of a brunette woman for a moment.

He looked powerful and looked familiar to smile gently.

"... Alisi"

I can't say enough of that name to the end, and I get wrapped up in light.

Darkness clears, consciousness advances into the light.

There were people fighting on the other side.

A golden furrow flickers in rainbow color.

It's my first look, but I found that to be Mr. Kuszha.

Mr. Seruazam approached with a shadow blade in both hands, and Mr. Le Goche was still boasting of his flesh.

There was Bel Adne, and Master Mariel.

Some brave men make incredible moves in weird positions.

Lean Shade turned into a white, shining god, and Mr. Kensei, wrapped in a blue flame, was blocked from sheltering it.

There's Mr. Shiki, there's Astas.

Everyone was desperately there, fighting.

Every time the Zhu spear in your hand is waved, every time the blade is directed at everyone, your memory is connected and your consciousness is awakened.

Valued people.

Valued companion.

Every time Zhu Spear tries to hurt the important ones who keep fighting in front of him, every time he tries to break it, his consciousness becomes clearer and connected.

The thought that you shouldn't hurt those people boils from the depths of your heart with strong heat.

In it, there was Maori.

I found out it was definitely Maori.

An eye containing gentle colors strikes me in the chest.

Emotions with fever echo in black eyes containing worries.

Still, I didn't know who I was.

I still can't remember who I am.

The impulse of destruction filled with emptiness rushes through.

I could see the other self trying to break everything in front of me. I give up on everything and I'm trying to break everything.

No, you can't.

No, nothing like that.

You can't do that.

Don't draw around in your own despair.

We have to stop it.

We have to stop it somehow.

But how?

... Who am I?

I can't even remember that. To me, what can I do?

What to do.

I don't know.

That's all I could ever figure out.

I wanted someone to tell me.

I wanted someone to call my name.

I'm here.

At the end of my sight, Maori was looking at this one.

Maori, staring at us inside the world where the collapse began, was there.

Staring gaze and gaze overlap.

My thoughts are intense and I boil with heat from the inside out.

Call me.

I want you to call my name from there.

... Me.

My name, with that mouth, with that voice.

Please, Maori.

My name...!

"Come back! Leffier!"

moment. Consciousness woke up clearly.

A consciousness whose contours were blurred in Maori's called voice, in the called name, restores a clear and unequivocal will.

My self wakes up.

Everything in my memory showed a connection.

Sound and light bring emotion back to life as a reality.

"Everything in this world,... disappear"

The empty consciousness of Konohanasakya to fill and break the world with nothingness has been conveyed.

Outside the world.

It leads to that space of nothing, and the world is about to break from the holes worn by nothingness.

I'm trying to break everything.

"I won't let that happen..."

The willingness to fight outweighs the consciousness stained with Konohanasakya's fallacy.

There are no holes worn outside the flesh.

The hole worn through the spiritual body as the goddess of Konohanasakya is connected to the outside of the world through its presence.

If we don't block this hole, the world will be swallowed up.

"... you, why!?

In one flesh, awakened my consciousness and the consciousness of Konohanasakya show antagonism.

There is a collision of consciousness that leaves a hole pierced in its own existence to attempt to block it.

... just fine. Then I'll go with it.

I didn't even know how to plug it in, and I don't even know how to make that hole.

You think you'll destroy the world with a hole worn in your mental body?

It's completely beyond comprehension, and I don't know what that means.

"Damn,... what!?

But the world is actually about to break down, so I think that's quite a place to say it's a boulder goddess....... I don't care as much as I'd like.

I'm pretty sure he's as big as a fool.

Then I'll block it with it.

There's no trouble blocking the hole, but it's too big.

In my consciousness, I feel a hole worn large.

That was very similar to what it felt when it first recognized magic, when it sinked consciousness into the roots of its own magic.

Disconnect only consciousness from the flesh.

I think I've been repeating it all over again.

Jumping into the punctured hole.

Of course, I'm not alone.

You plug the hole, so hold onto it and drag it in.

"I don't like it! Don't stop! Stop it!"

"Forever Evil! You've decided to take me on the road.

Embrace the spiritual body of Konohanasakya in power.

I don't know what to ramble about, but it doesn't matter.

There's no way I can pull it off with a willful tense.

to the hole worn behind the mental body.

It builds momentum and jumps in to be sucked into the other side of it.

And consciousness diverged.