Over The Infinite

"It's going to be a long journey anyway, so should I introduce myself? I'm Tuna."

"Tuna......? That's a weird name. I'm Yuki... Yeah, I want you to call me Yuki"

The encounter is in the morning. It seemed like a very normal beginning, everywhere.

-1 -

There was once a man named Snow Nakazawa in a country called Japan, a star named Earth. That is my name where I was in my previous life and the name of a girl who has already ended her life.

Born and raised in a rich family there by Japanese standards, she died without becoming an adult.

It is generally difficult to say that a life that has repeatedly been discharged from hospital at an early age due to cancer and ends without being completely cured is happy.... Generally speaking, it would be difficult to say that I was happy to try it in person. Regardless of who you are, life sprinkled with misfortune to your family and surroundings is enough to assure you that you're not busy. I cannot say that life should be blessed unconditionally, etc., even if my mouth is torn.

What the illness brought was a complete family breakdown, and by the end of the day, that was already terrible.

My parents, who were fixing it up in front of me but were very close to each other at a young age, cursed at each other and gradually began to distance themselves. Ultimately, the number of visits dropped dramatically, so much so that my parents didn't remember when I was last here to see them all. It would even be suspicious if my last name was' Nakazawa 'in the end.

Even for myself, my body is worn out, and every time I see myself like an old man in a mirror, I feel desperate. I imagine that the gift of "The Beauty of Appearance" in this world was expressed from these lifelong experiences.

It was only when I was a baby that such memories of my previous life came back to life.

Temple so much that you got into some kind of story. It was an experience of being reincarnated with memories.

I wish this was a villain warrant thing or the protagonist of a otherworldly romantic thing, but for some reason it even came with an och called a boy.

... No, it's not a tuna anymore, but it feels like why not. She said that she had become an eye-catching girl, but she was the daughter of the real man. It's not funny to herself. I dismiss the opinion that it is not fundamentally a beautiful girl.

However, I was the only one who had a problem, and the surroundings were so ideal as to say.

Because reincarnation itself is good in this world, there is no need to delude or manipulate it. I don't want to admit that the name is' Yukito ', but if you abbreviate it as Yuki, it remains in previous life. The body is health itself, not one of the illnesses. Rather, it could be said that it was extra robust and healthier than this world standard. Although for some reason I didn't grow muscle strength no matter how much I worked out, and I even wondered if my physique like a woman was a contents issue.

Of course, it cannot be compared to the standard of living in Japan, but the house is much wealthier than the average, and at least it doesn't starve to death. My family was also full of circles and cooperated with me when I tried to recreate my previous life's knowledge in an intriguing way, like a different world reincarnation thing. My parents home, big enough to call me a big merchant in the kingdom, would have been ideal for an environment that recreates those things.... Well, only a few of them have been properly catered for, and most of the time my parents have grown up because of the talent of my father and my two brothers.

... No, really, I was depressed that the foundation was important to recreate something. I don't know why mayonnaise tastes so bad when I'm not making it the wrong way, or what I make black gunpowder for.

The quality of materials, demand, productivity and cost are really important.

"It's good to call this bookkeeper. As it is, the concept is full of usefulness."

Rather, it also had the unintelligible consequence that what I did not value was more pleasing, and I was also frightened by the high level of my family's abilities. I wonder if I'm the real cheat.

I don't know if such childhood experience is the cause or the temperament of being born in the first place, but Yukito, the third son of the kingdom's great merchant, was told that your predisposition was not very good. It's a bare evil line that doesn't just say which yakuza it is if you read only the information on the surface: it has an aside in various parts of the Wang capital, including slums, it has a chimpy child even though you didn't want it otherwise, it folds the bastard sticking out of the rules.

... No, I will. Sure sounds like you're doing something amazing, but I didn't want to cheat like that. Whenever for some reason more chimps come to the city to swear allegiance to me, or when they tell me that they destroyed their underground organization in an ex-post report, I don't want that.

I haven't found out, but if Tuna knew what was going on around here, I'd be confident she'd be laughing or donning, and it's not weird to know Philos from where he's from, and I'm probably investigating him around Dammus, but he's never exactly what he wants.... I don't know what to say.

and well, besides gender issues, it was a life in the Wang Capital that was full of past wanting to distinguish things, but compared to previous life, it seems like it would be a somewhat more enjoyable childhood.... Never a loser, just a memory to look back on later. I'm sure.

Such a change in life came around the time of the second sexual period.

Until then, the gender difference between the body and soul, which had been successfully deluded, was beginning to become pronounced. The body, which would not have originally met the standard, rises its gaze, and the soul begins to distort itself into a mismatch of information. Not body pain, but physically non-existent areas were screaming.

If you hadn't listened to the labyrinth city, you could have gone crazy. Around listening to parallel worlds, I might have adapted to an out-of-the-box environment and lived as a man, but that's a frightening story.

Maybe it was a good cut that the example engagement story came out. At the time, I didn't want to get Lene into this situation, who was a good kid, at least on the surface, and I decided to go to the labyrinth city, thinking I should make a decision somewhere before.

That's probably the beginning of it all.

I met Tsuna in the morning. It was where the carriage to the labyrinth city came.

Shortly after I unconscious my parents' private soldiers, who were staked out to bring me back, and moved them to a place where I could hide them with a ", some big man appeared.

If this was an ambush, I wouldn't be good, but he's going to the labyrinth city just like me to listen. Moreover, he is just a former Japanese. Seems like you've had a lot of dong-pulling experiences, but it's valuable to have someone in your hometown with the same topic. Not even the first time I met him, so much so that the story bounced unexpectedly.

Tuna's first impression is that he's some kind of awesome weird big guy. A strange person who has the vitality to suspect that he is really a former Japanese and makes you care that whatever adversity he is in will do something about it.

I don't care if the details are in my eyes. Someone who's probably smart, thinks a lot, but more than that. And a very responsible person instead of living appropriately.

That intense personality and impression was vivid to me who had lived a normal... yes normal half life and burned so intensely that I rewrote common sense.

I don't know what he thinks, but even in a distorted labyrinth city, it would be so intense that no comparable object exists.... Normal? No.

The way Tuna was tough, he felt that his core as an intense person would attract people around him.

In fact, Tuna kept changing the labyrinth city. I was talking about whether my presence was a trigger for Tuna or Dammus to say, but it must be Tuna herself who has made it up. What I did as a result was just push Tuna's back. I was just desperate to catch up on that back.

Tuna must have had complicated feelings for me. I guess that's friendship, respect and trust.

On the other hand, the emotions I had with Tuna were similarly friendship, reverence and trust. Because the position of trustworthy partner was comfortable and inspired my own growth.

However, I think that was just on the surface and in fact something else altogether.

Surely it was friendship, respect and trust.

That's undoubtedly what I felt in the trial dungeon we both attacked. However, at the same time, he had the certainty that it was the emotion he had as a man and that it was going to degenerate to the point where he tried to be a woman.

To be honest, I was in love with Tuna.... No, I had a feeling you'd fall in love.

They didn't put it on the table and only continued to pretend to be nothing because their bodies belonged to men. It's like a mask that easily peels off and falls off if you gradually regain yourself as a woman.

I was puzzled by emotions that I had not experienced in my previous life. But I didn't hate it. Let's also acknowledge that it has become one of the driving forces in the face of the five trials.

I would have been friends if I had stayed "me". You misled me even as I was halfway there. But if you realize it's me, you can't go back. And I hope so, I grew bigger with every passing hour.

Normally, I think it's disgusting. Even if you become a woman entirely, it's usually unacceptable if you consider the fact that you are a man. As such, it is Tsuna who doesn't seem to care at all.

... No, it would be 20%, but it would be 40%, but I might be a little scared that if Taga comes off, it doesn't seem relevant. Because my eyes were already crazy at the start of the change to 20%.

It must be certain that the behavior will be guided by interference from unknown beings, such as strippers. It was understood when I lost interest and stopped observing. But at least this emotion is mine. I won't let anyone deny that.

It's just that if that finished world goes on, what if? I've lost the world I live in, a dream I can't dream of.

I'm not Yukito, I can't even be Nakazawa Snow, just a soul decaying here. No, it's over now.

If there is salvation, Yuki's presence was just an observation terminal, and it was never a trap for falling into the Watanabe line.

Just because it wasn't my existence that killed Tuna saves me just a little bit. I wouldn't give up if it caused me to kill someone who had betrayed me from the start and was supposed to like me from now on.

-2 -

At a stage when the stripper lost interest and lost its significance as an observer, it was established that the presence of Yuki would disappear.

It was accelerated by the use of the given force. But there was no unstoppable disappearance and the unused choice of Tuna's life over the balance.

It was in that final phase that I confronted Gergial, a situation where the extinction seemed to have entered a second reading. Gergial understood that, too, and even though he knew he was buying time, he attached himself to discipline. Though they may have thought it was not enough to take either way.

... After that came to an end, I was in a place like this when I realized.

"... garbage dump, I guess"

Dark space. Unmade abandoned crap piles up into mountains.

It looks like a doll, but I'm sure it's the end of a handkerchief that the stripper threw away, and it's the end of the road I'm going to follow. Perhaps it is those who have been used as pawns, just like themselves, that are piling up here.

Nothing. They don't do anything directly here. Just be left alone until your soul decays.

For strippers, stripping is the most valuable thing. It's just a tool such as an observer to get it, and it's not worth the hassle to dispose of. Tools that are no longer needed can just be thrown away.... Probably thrown away the same way when the subject is stripped.

I don't even have someone to talk to. How many years has a space where crap is just a mountain everywhere you go been? How much time, if we stay here, will the end come?

Nothing but crap exists in the dump, including me.

The exception is circular light floating in the universe, like a monitor for observation. There, the footage that the discarded crap continued to observe is spread out. If you're unconscious, you'll never get into your sight. Maybe you won't even be able to see this unless you're an observer.... Are you saying that I prepared it as a leisure time crush until it decays?

"... you're not. This is a record that's no longer needed."

Both the observer and the record that the observer kept observing were discarded in this way because they were equally worthless to the stripper.

Even after the discarded crap has decayed, the collected observation records continue to be extended and flushed. As if that's the only proof of existence.

Nothing. No one. There's nothing to do in a dumpster. Continuing time to look at nature and observation records.

Those are extremely subjective recorded footage. I don't understand the values of the stripper, so I don't know where the object of observation is worth. It was rare for the subject to be human rather than human, and sometimes it was something that had no shape. It's more video than observation, but many things were unintelligible in people's eyes.

I guess all of this record is a tragedy. Whether the stripper loses interest or the subject is stripped, it's not a busy ending.

After a long time of admiring countless records, some information has been gathered about strippers.

Essentially, there is no direct interference from the stripper. Interference is limited only to that through the observer. The information the observers get is also like a trivial fragment. But each one, even a small fragment, becomes a snail if it gathers. Originally, if you're not hiding information, it's even worse.

The origins of the stripper are the stripping itself. It seems that after the eternal years, inorganic objects were willing, like the Mourning God.

I don't understand the will of the organism or anything more than the origin is a soul-less thing. Understanding is not empathetic.

The first thing she was interested in like that was someone other than herself.

She was always observing. I spent eternal years distracting myself if I were human, and I kept watching to understand something other than myself.

She is lonely. Without anyone pointing out, I don't realize that understanding is the wrong interpretation. It piled up until it had me by its only contact with malice, forming a distorted aesthetic.

What I thought was beautiful is emotion. I believed that strong emotions were the most beautiful thing to adorn the individual.

But beautiful things are doomed to decay. That was not acceptable because it was a peel that lived forever itself.

So I thought I'd save the beautiful thing as beautiful as it is. If we were like ourselves, we would be able to spend eternity together.

She is a stripper. She strips things she finds beautiful alive. She feels beautiful to be just like herself.

She... strips away emotions she finds beautiful as they are. Whatever emotion that is, there is no superiority or inferiority. It's just a snail to remain, love to remain love, resentment to remain resentful, trapped forever so as not to degrade strong sentiments, and to remain.

That's why there are so many captives of cause and effect on the subject she strips. I guess the captivity of cause and effect, supported by negative sentiment, was reflected in beauty for her.

And her principle of conduct, so distorted, is goodwill. I'm only realizing what I think is good for the subject.

Knowing that, I couldn't stop shivering.

It's distorted and crazy. There is no technique of correction because it is still distorted.

All I could remember was fear in a lonely being that kept moving distorted with distorted behavioral principles. The existence of goodness, which I don't doubt because I believe the distorted ones are normal, was felt somewhat more horrible than the things that are just made of evil and snails.

Such a thing with so many different values was guiding me and targeting Tsuna.

Though that's a frustrating plan along the way, it was probably a better result than continuing to fight against things like this.

-3-

How much time did it take to come to this crap dump?

I don't know what kind of time this space is in, but I don't need sleep, I don't need to eat, I don't have excretion, I don't even have a metabolism, so it's not physical time. It was perhaps the first step towards the end that I began to think that I didn't even need to worry about time in the first place.

In order for people to be human, we need to be human. The more time you spend with nothing, the less personable you lose.

I felt that I had come to those thoughts and understood only marginally how the Dammus were suffering. To imitate yourself when you were a person and insist that you are a person is necessary in order not to stop being a person. Just because you don't need it, it's easy to forget if you throw away your fortune. I guess I lived on those brittle, endangered values.

That doesn't even come true in this space.

I don't meet anyone, I don't talk, I don't touch, I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't excrete, I don't need to move to Loc, I can't carry out my minimum activities as a person. Anyway, if there's a time limit, I can understand that it's even foolish to fight it, beyond knowing that this will last forever.

It is likewise possible that objects used as observers and discarded may appear, but the stripper's sense of time does not seem to expect that either.

Some of the fruits of this countless pile of observators should have lived much longer than humans. However, it can be said that the fact that they are collectively coming to an end stipulates that we are going to have an intolerable time in humans and elsewhere.

I didn't check every corner, but this garbage dump is an independent space not connected to anywhere. It's an finished space that doesn't need to be connected to anywhere, so I guess I just need the means to throw it in.

I mean, this place is like a prison, and I'm like the same captive as Tuna. Stimuli do not exist enough to delight in such boring commonalities.

I noticed something when my life continued to look only at such observations and after a few months of using it as a physical time.

There has been a change in my body as Yuki. Perhaps, as was the case in the outside world, feminization is proceeding in line with physical time.

Originally, with the exception of the first sudden change, it is an extremely moderate change. Nor is it something I can feel as my skeleton, muscles, or brain continued to change gradually.

I guess I noticed that because the 20% change that is the separation ended. It means that the change that's been going on a little bit has finally ended by only a fifth.... I don't know what it feels like when it happens here.

Speaking of which, it's been a little while since I remembered that you were entitled to up to 40%. Changes have not subsided. Slowly, but feminization is progressing.

"... if you're 40% feminized, you can be 40% Yuki"

Dammus wouldn't be surprised if it was preset.

I came to that thought and casually checked my status card, but what was there was a more retarded result.

"21% Yuki, what is that?"

The name change was engraved 1%. I even wondered what the hell the whole intent was, but maybe it was just a prank.

Damn, how much should Dammus toy with people's names?

"Really, that's stupid..."

I can't help complaining about someone I'll never see again. In fact, where I complained about it, I guess I could just get away with it or not.

You can have them protest via the tuna, but in the tuna they'll probably be rounded up, and the tuna itself is going to say maybe it's easy and convenient.

"Hehe..."

Such an impossible delusion was pleasant. However, I can also understand that the comfort will gradually wear out.

If I don't feel anything that way, I wonder if that's Yuki's end.

There's nothing. Time just passes. The sense of time is already faulty, and it doesn't take any physical time. Even as I looked at the observation information, I wasn't sure it might have been confirmed in the right time. When it comes to information like that, it's a change of body and name. That could be the only indicator.

21% will be 22% and 23%.

I don't know if the physical time is too vague to know if it is a regular change, but that was the slightest bit of information that I could feel the time.

25%, 26%, 27% ….

Sometimes I watched the cards all the time while I checked for a 1% change.

30%, 32%, 35% ….

Going that far, the percentage change also looks like a countdown. Only up to 40% were entitled in the five trials, so that's the end of it if we get there.

Seeing the display of Yuki 40%, I also felt that something was over.

I felt like I had an equal amount of physical time so far, but just having indicators seemed a lot more avoided mental wear. If you are assuming your original appointment, about a year. Even after just one year, it's been so long. From now on, how much time can we keep ourselves without definite indicators?... I feel the day is approaching when I will no longer be Yuki.

But right after that, I was feeling uncomfortable.

Although slight, body changes persist. If you look at the card, the name field has Yuki 41% characters.

While confused, think about the meaning of thinking because it's entertainment.

Perhaps, but the restrictions had been removed at some point in time. Or it could have been a mechanism that varied up to 100% over time, without, for example, five-step restrictions from the beginning. On second thought, the 40% limit is lifted... Elsel, the god of water, has not received any treatment when he was presented with that to the faucet man.

As for Dammus, I can imagine that the five trials would have been proposed as five trials, but if I were retiring, I might have had the idea of making my wish come true. All Dammus wanted was motivation and pretext. I don't need a guy to retire along the way, so maybe I didn't have to go out of my way to set limits. I don't know if that's ambitious or kind, or if there was another thought, but I also think it would be possible for Dammus.

50% ….

Half feminized. I am not very conscious because it has gradually changed, but I can say that my body has become much more feminine than before.

I even thought that if I had this much breast, I might be able to kill Tsuna, etc., but I also thought that I didn't have to be a Tsuna to care.... indisputable omnivores.

70% ….

I am more concerned that my hair is stretched than my body changes. It's not that far because it doesn't move, but it's getting in the way.

90% ….

The end is really nearing. I wouldn't have 120% or any other meaningless extended battle available, no matter how much Dammus.

100% ….

It's over. This is the end of the change that I was feeling like an extended battle and definite indicators were completely lost.

No matter how long I've waited, my body hasn't changed to trace amounts, and the name column on the card hasn't changed from 100% Yuki.

"I mean... what does it mean to stay 100% attached"

Yes, the percentages remain visible.

Will you be swept away by a dumbass prank to the end? What do you mean by this?

"Ha... I don't know what anymore..."

The voices uttered are high enough to see a clear difference from before. The body is also quite feminine to the extent that it can be seen and confirmed by itself.

If I could see Tuna in this state, I wouldn't hesitate to share my thoughts.... Really, it's annoying.

-4-

Time just flies by for no reason. Forget to blink, forget to breathe, it won't be bitter. As it is, it will not change if the organ stops.

Now that the indicator of percentages was gone, the only entertainment was viewing the observations.

At first, I saw various records of rarity, but I don't feel like continuing to see things I don't understand. In the end, I began to browse my records over and over again.

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat… everything wears off and keeps browsing your own records until it's crap.

There was an emotional Yuki on the other side of the screen. There was a tuna.

There was a crochet, there was a dammus, there was Mr. Miyumi. There was Mr. Chitta. And then Mr. Brief too.

I met Sarjes, and I fought Mr. Asha in the rookie battle, and I fought Philos, and Gowen, and Gaul, and Tilia, and Moya, and the Castle of Blood.

Watermelon and Ladine, Borg, Chimera, Dirk and Serafina, Lirica, and for some reason Pandas joined, Berenvar and Corngolo and Satina to follow Tuna back from the expedition.

Lotte, who once fought, brought her disciple Gobsartiwan. At first I was puzzled by the rating of meat walls, but it was definitely meat walls.

Lehne came after me from Wang Du.

The sky dragons from different worlds were very innocent and innocent.

Tuna said she would face the collapse of the stars and was told the story of a parallel world.

I pretended to be nothing, but I couldn't help but be happy. Because as far as I could tell, you trusted me with suspicion and revealed everything.

... I think I would have scored full without that mask.

The collapse could not be stopped. If you believe the information that came from the stripper, it should all be over soon after I disappeared.

I don't seem to be affected right now by the relationship of authority, but the Sargesses were robbed of their names and faces.

And Tuna is dead. That's the end of the observation record that lasted inert after the stripper lost interest.

I didn't observe it, but Dammus broke and the stars collapsed, apparently. Naturally, I guess what we're waiting for first is the world the Futurists told us about. We failed. I couldn't avoid an irrevocable ending.

No matter how much tuna is out of standard, there can be no reversal from here. I was shown such a complete end.

"... but"

... Oh, that was fun. Even with such an unsaved ending, everything to get there was fun.

Soon I will disappear.... only crap this glorious memory on my chest.

In a terrible ending, I think it made sense in my life just to have a gem that I could hold in my chest.

You won't have to fight it anymore. There would be no point in fighting it.

Because it just decays towards the end.

- Chapter Six: "The Ending World," End -

"Don't give up there."

That's nostalgic, Tuna's voice. Ever since the trial, I'm about to give up... the voice that got me up.

"The game ended with our loss by skinless. The game board crumbled and all of the world disappeared. All that's left is the remains of the defeated."

I can hear footprints from the other side of the dark. I hear voices.

There's no way I can mishear you. Because that's the sound of someone I like playing.

"... Ts, na?

I raised my face, which I hadn't moved for a long time.

In front of me, there's a tuna. He stands at a distance that is likely to be reached if he reaches out and looks down at me.

Why is there a tuna here? How did you get here like this?

"Whoa, it's the Watanabe line of the crippled. You're the only loser I've lost in my life."

"Hey... why..."

I thought it was something, a dream or a fantasy, like a running light that I see on the verge of decay, but it was too real and unreal.

There can't be a tuna in here. But Tuna said he might even jump over that insanity and show up.

Now, I was dying to believe such a convenient story. Even if this is a disgusting illusion, it makes me want to stick around.

"But Yuki, I'm so sorry I lost and ended up. It would be cowardly, but it would be against the rules, but I'm sorry if I don't win at the end of the day"

But it's too late for everything. It's after it's all over.

This is like a garbage dump where used debris is discarded, and there's no way you can pick up a piece of crap that's been destroyed in such a place and do something about it. Because our fighting board is broken by no skin, and there is no road ahead of it.

"If you say you lost, you can win next. If there's no next time, I can't help but make the next one. You know the rules of the world. Cheat act would be the eighteenth of the reincarnated."

"... what are you doing out of this situation?"

"You've made up your mind. Repeat the world with a defiant move. After repeated pulls, we're done busting opponents for a seat in the game again with nothing to eat."

What a tuna-like suggestion. To the point where even the emotions that were about to disappear were revived, the presence standing in front of me was a tuna.

"Ha, I wonder if that's where we're going to win the game"

"Unfortunately, the opponent is strong and unlikely to be able to help. This is where we're going to call Dammus out of the field and have him ambush us."

"Well, if you can do that, it's against the rules."

"... so Yuki, you're not sleeping. The two of us are gonna go back and forth to the world."

The words are harsh and can only be directed at a partner who fills the part he can't.

There's more to it.... No, Tuna is going to create a continuation.

"But it's you.... you, you suck."

"What?

"Why are you naked? Or isn't that Perfect Yuki? There's no place for a man."

"... what?

I forgot until you told me, but speaking of which, I didn't wear anything.

"No, hey... it's a bit serious to be seen from such a straight front... or can't you pretend you didn't?

"That's not a gentleman's attitude"

"What the heck!!"

Embarrassing. I'd rush to hide it, but I panicked about how to hide it because I never had a past with a body like this in the first place.

What is this chest? Are you saying that Yuki 100% demonic is packed? Oh, how badly dressed already. I mean, I panicked and panicked, but it's not like I was seen in a tuna... No, I don't mind!

"Beautiful appearance."... you, think of something to do by the time you're 100%. Just walking around the city can be catastrophic. More if you're naked. "

"No, it's like that sarges..."

That's catastrophic, regardless of appearance!

"... or what? Until it's 100%... this is it in the first place..."

"You have not completed five trials. You must have only been entitled to up to 40%."

"No, that's true..."

There's nothing I can do about it already being 100% like this......

In the extreme of such confusion, Tuna has reached out. I hesitate for a moment, but take that hand with one hand.

After reaching out, I realized that this was a tuna trap that I could not hide successfully with one hand...

"Wow!... Is that it?

When I thought they pulled my hand and got up, I was dressed sometime.

That's the equipment you wore as an adventurer until you disappeared as an observer.... or shorter hair that should have been stretched out.

"Ugh, huh? Hey... what did you do?

"I put it back on Yuki 40%. That's supposed to be the most natural possibility. Maybe it wasn't originally restricted, but win your rights properly.... Well, flirtatious dammus can be stretched down"

"... I don't know what it is... but... yeah, you do"

What I'm doing is impotent, but I felt like what I was saying was right.

Or 40%...... yeah, I guess I have 40% breasts too. If you do your own chest with Petapeta, there's a hill there that claims stronger than before.

"Well, I'm sorry that the stripper who was locking you up in this place doesn't have to beat you up one day either... but we're gonna go stop the star from collapsing for now"

Tsuna deals with superbeings extremely naturally and says she fights. He said he had failed completely so far, but he would try to repeat it without giving up.

I don't know how to make that happen, but I don't know what else to ask.

How to stop the collapse, how you got here, what's the situation now, you didn't die in the first place...

"... how do you know, there's an explanation, right?

"Well, it's gonna be a long time."

I was feeling my chest pounding, although I'm sure they would make my... unimaginable impotence worse than taking Tuna's hand.

I even stopped beating. My heart rings like an early bell. So strong and exalted that it sounds like a tuna.

Tuna's hands go away and we start walking side by side. That was a sense of distance that reminded me of the labyrinth city we both walked in one day.

"Hey Tuna... I'll tell you when I might not be able to say it again"

I'm not sure I can still stand. So I thought I should tell you.

That I kept regretting it for a long time as a crap.

"... what, a confession of love or something?

"Yeah.... Tuna, I like it"

Be prepared just a little backwards so that it's okay whenever you're gone.

"............... right"

The look Tuna gave me when I heard that was neither stunning nor disgusting nor confusing, and seemed very pathetic as to why.

It seemed too spicy to be trying to smile at all.

Maybe I wasn't talking about this, but something more... irresistible made me shut up. I'm sure that's something that's very heavy and doesn't make it easy to step in.

"But I don't need a response. I don't need it yet.... right, I want answers when I get 100% right"

"... oh, okay"

But this emotion doesn't change, so I wasn't even going to lie. There is no need for embarrassment or deception.

Because this is a promise that leads to the future.

Tell me what you think, and I won't admit to being satisfied with it in the end.

But now, let's just follow Tuna's back. Save the world first...... so that one day you can get a proper answer.

- Chapter Six: The Ending World, The Continuing World -