Maouyome

All the noise was gone.

There's nothing moving, there's no sky, there's no earth.

A world where white spaces last everywhere.

That world, where endless spaces are everywhere, even though it's not warm or cold, was going to be breathless somewhere.

Outside the world.

Maybe this is it.

A world of nothing filled with emptiness.

A place where nothing moves, nothing changes.

"... why is this happening"

There was a girl staring this way in the wider world.

A girl who shudders her fluffy cherry blossom-colored hair small enough to contain and stare at bottomless hatred behind her swordswallowing eyes.

Is it about the same generation for what I saw?

I think he's about the same length.

I guess the skin and the big golden eyes that fall out white would look more attractive if they were meant to be.

Its delicate costumes, with multiple overlaps of white and peach colours coloured with gold thread, also appear faded to the depth of the entanglement.

"How could you do this to me!

Do I know?

I thought I had to do something, so this is what happened. That's all I can say. So I dare you to shut up.

... Really, how could I do this?

Konohana Sakuya's eyes connect even bigger if you don't care about my stuffiness. In the meantime, I'm pretty sure the beauty of the corner is ruined. Too bad.

"It was a hassle that all disappeared. Everything's broken and gone, everything's gone. Haz, why, why is this happening!

Watch how it goes with a calm mind with Konohana Sakya in front of him, who becomes semi-frequent and arouses.

Strange and somewhere, I had myself to calm down.

That may be because the holes in the world were blocked as we took Konohana Sakya this way, or because from the presence in front of us, we are no longer feeling the overwhelming signs we once felt, their lustre or their shards.

Either way, the collapse of the world was stopped.

The hole worn to connect the outside and the inside had disappeared beautifully and refreshingly for some reason.

I don't know the reason.

Maybe it was this Konohana Sakya himself that was connected to the outside of the world, pulling him this way, which is why the hole disappeared. It's just a guess, though.

The point is that.

Results Aurai.

It was... a little unexpected that I was alone with him here.

"Why doesn't it work? Why can't you just do what you want? Why is everything so..."

"Because you're all alone, no matter how far you go."

Throw what you feel as a word at Konohana Sakya, who began to whine bumps all by herself.

I feel sorry for even that look, though I am stared at with a kick and tight eye. Pathetic, and miserable.

"I don't lean on anyone without looking at them. I'm the only one there, I'm the only one anywhere.... There's no way I can do anything like that."

"To you, you know what I am!

"I don't know."

Speak up briefly and clearly and reduce your distance from Konohana Sakya. Perhaps the other ambiguous sense of distance is the lack of flesh here.

Reduce that distance, one by one, in a blurry sensation.

"You're not even trying to tell me anything. You're not trying to tell anyone anything, but you're not gonna know what it is."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!

"No matter how much I put my thoughts into words, I said I wanted to tell you how I felt, and I still can't tell you even a thousandth of what I wanted to tell you. I'm not trying to tell you anything, nobody's trying to see you. What do you know?"

"Shut up! Don't talk like you found out. Ahhh!

Konohana Sakuya screams as she shakes her cherry blossom hair.

Golden eyes and poor mouth, distorted.

"I've always been alone. Alone here all the time, I took off with no one on my side, I just had to keep looking! All I could do was watch!

"You're the one who refused."

"No, no! Nobody tried to look at me! No one ever smiled at me!

"There was also a voice of gratitude offered. I even sought salvation. It's all a voice directed at you. It was all dedicated to you. [M] You turned it down yourself."

"... I don't know. I don't know that. I don't know about that! I wanted you to look at me. Look at me, I wanted you to know how I feel. Yet no one could look at me. Nobody could have given me any warmth, but I don't know what that is!

"You're so miserable right now."

"Oh this!?... Gu!?

Konohana Sakya, who had been screaming and screaming for blood on her head instantly, changed her complexion and waved up her hand.

Grab that shaken hand.

I was able to grab it.

When I met him in the space between Ivanaga, I was able to touch his arm, his body.

Tighten your thin, white, powerless arms.

"... Oh, my God"

It was apparently the same with Konohana Sakya who couldn't hide her confusion in surprise, and she had her eyes wide open to being grabbed by her arm.

One bullet in that nose column, punching a previous thought-provoking head thrust accumulated on the pile.

"... heh!?

You never thought you'd get a head-on there, Conohana Sakya, who ate a direct hit to the defenseless face, turned away in a big way and bounced backwards.

How much does it fly with one head punch?

Maybe this isn't light-hearted or anything.

Because flesh itself is not here in the first place.

It shared the same flesh, two spirits.

"... you know what?"

Kind of oddly enough, I understand what's going on here.

Reasons not to feel as overwhelming a difference in power as before from Konohanaya Sakya. I touched it, I can somehow see why I let it blow up lightly with one head punch.

"... oh my god, why can you touch me!? Why are you hurting me and giving me you!?

Konohanasakya, who rises while holding down the reddened nose pillar, also seems to be deepening his confusion.

"The same flesh, two spirits that were in the vessels of the same soul. Because only that spirit has been flown this way. I guess..."

"Spirit,... only?

"I think I'm leaving it that way, sharing both physical and magical strength. So all we have here is each other's spirit.... I think that's what this is all about."

All we have here is each other's mental bodies.

In other words, only the strength of the mind is here.

No,... well.

I don't even think I'm that strong in heart, but I'm a little surprised Konohanasakya's heart is too weak.

"... Impossible. Impossible. This can't be happening. That's a good idea!

Konohana Sakya squeezes her shoulders in anger as she grips her fists firmly between her hands and lays down her face.

"... and this guy all the time. Always this guy. Always this guy. Always this guy. What a beauty in heaven! What a supreme beauty! I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"

Who the hell are the shouts that are spit out as angry emotions directed at? Do you overlap with distant memories, your golden eyes shake violently and your focus is not set?

"With that mouth he praised me, he threw a grudge at me with that mouth he said was beautiful! More beautiful than anyone, more gorgeous than anything, what it will be! As one of those who praised the beauty, there was no one on my side who would stand by me! Just as one!

Konohana Sakya turns to this way with her face up.

The exhausted face floats with the colour of self-mockery, and the screaming tone of throwing up and throwing up gradually becomes stronger and drier.

"... it was just Asla. Only Asura was next door and fought with me shoulder to shoulder. Only Asura would have fought with me to the end without lying to that word....... but no. Different."

Hold both arms from the way in and watch as you just keep your mouth shut as you gradually lean down.

Listen to your dwarfing voice.

"Asura didn't see me or anything like that. From the beginning, Asura's eyes didn't see any shards like mine."

A small grunt transmits into the white space.

"... you can't win. There's no way you can win. Even though it only looks like I'm superior to him. The beauty we all envy? Blooming flowers?... what am I supposed to do with someone who won't even look at me like that? What should I do?

"... you're not"

"What's the difference!

"Asra, the god of war, certainly didn't see you. Asla, the god of war, had just kept looking at Master Ivanaga from the beginning.... Wasn't that the same thing with you?

Return the denial unequivocally to Konohanasakya, who says as if he loved Asra, the god of war.

I can clearly see that that is not the case.

Because that's important to me, too.

of Konohana Sakya because it is a definite thought that I finally became aware of. I clearly found that to be different.

"Even you weren't looking at Asla, the god of war. You weren't watching. You didn't even see Asura the god of war."

And Konohana Sakya's. I know what it is.

"You were looking at Ivanaga."

"... Huh!?

"You didn't care if Ivanaga was given a loving look or if Ivanaga was surrounded by a fun smile. Mr. Ivanaga, who despised him for being uglier than himself, is among the things he could not get even if he wanted to. That was just jealous."

That's jealousy.

Konohana Sakuya also continues to hold a strong jealousy towards Asura.

The person you've always been compared to and looked down on.

He said he couldn't forgive it because he was the one who has always been compared in the ugly.

"... no, I am!

Grab Konohana Sakya's chest barn forcefully and pull it into power.

Face your eyes firmly and directly in front of you, shaking by the agitation that drew you nearby.

"Then... Then say it. Not only did you not look at me, or you didn't, but let me tell you from myself that I clearly loved Asura, my own words!

"... no, no. I haha, I haha!

"Say what! Say it!

"I don't like it, no, no!

"You can't tell me!

Come here, you'll see.

That's what it is.

He said it was strong jealousy in him.

He wasn't capable of communicating that voice to anyone when he delivered it from the outside of the world.

I have the necessary conditions to convey that voice.

What was in O'Hara and Sunra was intense jealousy.

And I can tell that was one of Mr. Olorena's. Mr. Olorena was jealous of her predecessor, the Virgin Sophia.

Mr. Olorena had always been unable to wipe away his jealousy for Sophia, the late Virgin, who had fought with the brave Fascias and died with him. That's why Konohana Sakya's voice arrived.... that it had arrived.

Even Pope Lydia does.

I didn't deliver it because I didn't know what to say. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.

Because Pope Lydia has always envied Mr. Orolena, who lives by exposing himself.

And from the time I separated myself from the thought, Pope Lydia could no longer hear Konohanasakya. I can't reach it anymore.

I kept jealous and envious of Master Ivanaga.

That thought distorted him so far.

With a goddess who kept loving me without knowing how to be loved.

A goddess who didn't know how to love and who kept being loved.

I'm sure that's what's going on.

That's what I think.

And maybe, because I think both of them must have suffered.

Still, I'm sure that's what happened when I said which was happier.

The joy of being given is great, but it is no better than the joy of giving.

"No, no, I don't like it! I don't like it. I don't like it!

"Don't turn away!

Grab the chest barn and pull it closer with your hands.

No more arrogantly distorted grins could disappear from Konohanasakya, who lost his words and just shook his head sideways.

Just a goddess to be given.

Being glorified with beauty, just to be loved.

But still, I know.

Because I know it.

"I can't forgive you for what you did. I will never forgive it."

Still, that wasn't all.

Originally, it wasn't just jealousy.

I didn't know how to love you, but that's not all I've ever known, and that I've never just been loved, because... I know.

"But so. That's all I'm saying."

I really didn't want to know.

The truth is, I just wanted you to be hateful.

I hated him, resented him, angered him, and I just wanted him to be the one to beat him down, but... I can't do that anymore, either.

I regret it.

I can't help but regret it.

Untie the hand you grabbed and hold your body in your arms.

Hold that body deep and deep with both arms, very luxurious, fine and unreliable.

"... thanks"

Still, he said he fought to protect him.

Because even if I didn't know how to love you, I knew that I kept fighting until my flesh perished with this thin body.

"Help us all, help the world. Thanks."

It's also true how unforgivable it is.

I can't help but regret what I've done to the people I've trampled on.

Still, it's true how painful and painful I once felt to protect everyone.

That's why I couldn't forgive you enough.

But that's why I regret it.

"You were scared. It was really, really hard, wasn't it? Still, you fought for me. to protect the lives of this world. Still, you fought for me"

A force cages in the arms that hold you tight.

There's nothing I can do.

Because there's nothing I can do.

My own thoughts that can't be helped are there, caged.

I didn't know what to do.

What should I do, be good?

In the emotions that are so or so intertwined, I still put my thoughts on just one, just one definite feeling, into words.

"So.... thanks"

I do feel the warmth of Konohana Sakya in my cuddled arms. The definite warmth you feel from that body that shows strong tension. I could see the warmth coming in with the heat.

Thoughts, convey.

"... wowwwwwwwwwww"

In a strong, tightly held arm.

It's like exhaling boiling heat.

Konohana Sakya raised her voice and cried.

Raise your voice as loud as a child, and cast aside shame and outward hearings. I overflowed a large grain of tears from my golden eyes and wept.

Like when a young stray finds a place to go home again and is relieved. Like when scolded children are forgiven and held together.

Konohana Sakya just kept raising her voice in her arms forever and ever, crying.