Maouyome

Overflowing large tears from her big eyes, Konohana Sakya continued to cry.

One girl clung to her cuddly shoulder, exposed to defenselessness as if she were a toddler, and kept crying.

From its depths, which have been hurt, exhausted, and sunk into distorted emotions, I swallow and cry as if to spit everything out.

You can just spit everything out like that.

All you have to do is smash all your overflowing thoughts.

Still, I still can't forgive you.

I can never forgive you, but still.

It's true that it was so hard.

Because it must also be true that it was so painful.

If you're dull, warped, and twisted.

You can cry.

As much as you like.

You can cry, cry, cry.

He said I could go out with him if it was about that time.

I think it would be nice if it was just a little bit. Yes, I thought so.

Because I thought so.

How long have you been doing that in that bright white world, where the feeling of time is vague?

It gradually turned to a whimper as he kept crying out loud, and Konohana Sakya eventually leaned small, small, and dropped his shoulder with a slight tremor on his back.

Its luxurious and thin body causes it to shrink in its arms.

And just like that, it disappeared.

A few petals flicker down in the slightest lingering fragrance.

Warm and soft feelings are lost, and the arms you were holding together lose resistance to an empty space.

A world that loses sound again.

One in that bright white world, left behind.

"... gone, gone?

"Daimyo, I can't wait to disappear. Even if you don't, it's not like it's gone."

"Whoa!?... Ivanaga, dear?

Looking back at his voice, there was Ivanaga, who looked like he was wearing a hood deep in his eyes.

I'll be there at some point.

I was a little surprised.

"I'm sorry. I am grateful to you. You ended up in the shape of pushing everything."

"... that's a weird and special victory."

"I still feel sorry for my impudence. Don't be so hard."

Plumping against somewhere, and still saying so somewhere sorry, Master Ivanaga came right to the side and stopped. Stop and lower your gaze further to your feet.

"No matter how long we stay, we also make mistakes and worry. Stop again and again and you will continue to regret it. I'm no different than you guys. … it's the same."

At the end of that gaze, a few of Konohana Sakya's leftover, reddish petals were quietly fragrant in a bright white world.

Trouble, mistake, repentance.

Even though I know.

I know, Haz, but still.

I repeat it over and over again.

"... Mother once told me that it's okay to cry inside."

At times like this, I think of your mother.

Far, nostalgic days.

I can't help it. It's hard, sad, painful.

So when I kept crying, my mother encouraged me when I was still young.

"If you can cry, it's still okay. If you cry, cry, cry, and still cry, then again, you can start over. If you were wrong, you just have to reflect and make amends."... that's a lot better than to regret not being able to cry. "

"... right"

"Yes. So I'm sure, it's okay"

"Right. … or maybe so."

When I answered that with as big a chest as I could, a quiet and gentle nod was returned there.

"... you've blessed my good mother."

"I'm so scared when I get angry. I'm intolerant, really."

I was the only one pissed off for some reason.

Master Ivanaga softened the atmosphere somewhere and spilled a slight smile.

"... Well, let's send it that way. Go back to those who wait for you."

"Can you go back? Me."

"Unlike us, you still have a place and a body to go back to. Only then will it be easy to return.... This place is just a killing landscape. It doesn't suit you."

"Even Ivanaga doesn't suit you."

Blurry, poorly mouthed, but actually a good looking after and caring Ivanaga is the one who thinks this lonely place doesn't look good. I'll be honest about what I thought.

He was like Ivanaga who reacted like a surprise only for a moment, but he immediately made me laugh small.

Laugh small and shake your head slightly.

"... what, it may be a good rejection for those who have kept turning a blind eye to each other. We have time from now on. Let's try to walk over each other slowly, little by little."

Its contour boils down.

The people around me change.

I could feel the perception moving away.

Little by little, the senses diverge.

"... Dear Ivanaga, may I just ask you one last thing"

Visit towards the distant Ivanaga.

There's one thing that's been bothering me for a long time.

"He said God will not perish. If that's true, where is the god of war Asra now..."

The loss of flesh, the loss of power, will not destroy God.

Just as Konohanasakuya and Ivanaga do, they continue to exist. Even if it was outside the world.

I don't think I envy that.

'Cause that actually seems like a very cruel thing.

There is no doom.

I can't disappear, the way I am.

The old gods were banished to the end of the world, and three gods remained in this world.

Dear Konohana Sakya and Ivanaga.

And it was with both of us, the god of war, Asra.

"... let Asura's will continue to live in its veins. Among the last of them."

But there is still no god of war, Asura.

On Lord Ivanaga's side, anywhere in this world, no more.

Because his god of war was not God.

Not God, maybe, I'm sure, one...

"I wish we hadn't met,... don't you regret it"

"Don't. It was a short time, but there were days we could have spent together. You can't regret that. You would understand.... thats what it is"

There was no stray in the words of Master Ivanaga.

Clearly, snort and show.

Asura god tribe that leaves the blood of the god of war.

Surely they are not demons.

And why did they continue to be in the land of demons, not demons?

Maybe that's what it is.

Maybe half of that blood that flows to Maori doesn't belong to the Demons. But the other half, I'm sure, is really God's blood.

Because I guess you inherit the blood of a goddess with a bad mouth and a cross, and then a gentle twist.

"... Asura's child, please. Do it well."

"... no"

My distant mother-in-law drops me off and returns.

Where I should be.

You should go back, to that place.

Filled with light.

Kindness, overflowing.

of continuous cotton and the ensuing salvation of life, beginning and end.

Shine brilliantly.

Into a world intertwined, bound and followed.

... to the body, the weight returns.

Feel a pulsating heartbeat and breathe quietly, vomiting.

Smells like dry sand and dust.

One more thing in that smell, something else mixes up.

When I opened my eyes feeling some reassuring warmth all over my body, I had black eyes in my nagging sight.

Gentle black eyes slowly burst.

My heart was filled with love.

"... Maori"

I wake up in my arms and find out that I'm back inside the world.

A world with flesh.

Into a world full of the fruit of life.

"... what happened to the goddess"

"Outside the world.... so maybe it's okay now"

"... right"

Answering his calm voice, he was embraced deeper, gentler and deeper into his nostalgia.

Maori's cheek touches her forehead.

"You're done."

"Yeah."

"... right"

"... yeah"

Nodding at the voice called to work, he deposits his body in a large pocket.

Deeply embraced, gentle palms glance down his cheeks.

Put your hand on that fingertip and hold it in.

Right near the gaze I looked up, there was Maori's eye.

Eyes that have been looking at me the whole time.

You called me back, man.

As the light sphere of the goddess begins to lose its shine, the area gradually becomes more dim.

The air I feel on my skin is soothing.

Still, for some reason, it's so warm in the back of my chest.

As he stared back at Maori's gaze, which was poured straight into his darkening vision, he was gently under his cheeks, accompanied by a gentle flat hand.

I left the silhouette and found Maori's temperature approaching and holding her breath.

The sky to the east shifts white and the morning light plunges into the earth.

The light sphere of the goddess, who was illuminating the darkness at night, disappears, and the rising sunlight fills the area with warm tranquillity.

Lips and lips approach each other in search of each other.

Two silhouettes with Maori, illuminated by the dazzling morning sun.

One of them. Only me.

All (...) naked (...) eh (...).

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!?

"Aww!?

I gave myself up reflexively, and I got too much momentum and hit Maori in the face with my head.

He jumps in a hurry from Maori's arms, reclining, and crouches to the spot as he hides his body.

"Hey, what the hell!? Why are you naked?

No, I know. I kind of remember though. I can understand that loudly, but still, why am I the only one exposed to nakedness at this time?

The fact that the light sphere of the goddess disappeared means that the goddess's power faded and disappeared, and I know that, but why are you disappearing all the way to your clothes with me?

I'm gonna cry!

I'm crying!

Maori turns to the opposite while holding her face down.

...... yeah. Even the goddess is a proud head thrust that blew it off. It may have hurt a lot. Sorry.

No, no, no, no!

I unknowingly expose myself to nakedness while being photographed in the morning sun.

My head panicks at how I look too dumb.

What the fuck!?

What, what is this!?

No, ahhhhhhhh!?

"... excuse me"

A white, sober cloth was put on his body where he was hurrying with tears. Lean Shade, who has become a princess god, is knitting a magic cloth to cover me with his own magic.

"Ugh. Thanks. Lean Shade."

As he hid his body with that white cloth so as to cling, Leanscheid clutched its hem tightly. Keep a firm grip, face down and shake your shoulders.

"... please don't do this again, ever again. … please"

"... sorry"

I gently take the lean shade with my shoulder whispering small with my face down and hold it.

"I'm sorry.... let me worry. Really, I'm sorry. Thanks."

Hold Leanshade with his shoulders and gaze at everyone behind him.

I had no other choice.

I thought that was all I had, so I set up a direct mean stakeout on Konohana Sakya. Because I thought I couldn't help everyone else if I didn't.

But I couldn't win alone.

I couldn't beat Konohana Sakya alone.

See everyone in the morning sun.

I couldn't have won without everyone.

He said it was because everyone fought with him that he came back this way.

"Thanks......"

One person at a time, in turn, shifts his gaze to that figure.

In the morning sun, Mr. Selazam shifted his gaze and, as always, stood in a much better position.

Mr. Le Goche is rolling his muscles and posing, for some reason pointing in the direction of the day after tomorrow next to it.

Back in his appearance, Mr. Kusukha, alongside Mr. Shiki, was blocking the eyes of Astas in panic with a sticky smile.

Beradne joyfully joins Mariel in wrapping around the brave and Kensei.

Valued associates.

A very dear, reliable friend.

"... refia"

And... important, people.

"That,... what. That's it, look."

Maori was badly distracted as she touched the reddish nose column with her index finger.

I kind of like the way it looks, sweetheart.

You know, the back of my chest gets warm.

"... Welcome Back"

My place to return.

I need to go back to where I am now.

... Yes, I thought sincerely.

I could sincerely think of something.

Inhale the soothing air into your eyes under a completely brightened sky.

I smile full of feelings for Maori with some sunshine.

"Just stay!

And our battle... is over.