Over The Infinite

-1 -

A city without a face. School without face. Arriving after several rescue plays was a mind world with a Japanese-like landscape of the planet.

I've been asked many times. I've even seen it in pictures and video. It is a Japanese landscape that has become the model of a labyrinth city.

A landscape that at first glance is likely to forget that it is inside a peaceful, innumerable appearance. But I can't help but feel thin cold in such a landscape. Because the world expressed so precisely and so eloquently proved that the memories that formed the basis of this mind world had not faded in any way.

We know that Miyumi is one of the few examples of the rare memories of a past life of reincarnation beyond race. But he thought that if the only malice was that it was in a hell of an unlimited appearance, and the experience of fighting and surviving with the general manager was engraved as an intense impression, that might be the case.

But nevertheless, this memory is only clear. There appears to be only memory damage to the extent of degradation due mostly to age. I feel the resentful paranoia of never forgetting, the carelessness I would have felt at the moment of death, my anger at the unknown, which turned the world into hell, creeping into the roots of Miyumi.

We once asked Miyumi why she wanted to be an adventurer. That's not true, it's a natural question to keep adventurers going. If we have had a fixed party for many years, we are naturally talking about stepping in once or twice. Like us, it can also be a topic close to imperative if we want a higher rank.

In the case of Miyumi, it's hard to think that it's just for a living. Even the current C-rank is slightly excessive. In addition, there are a number of commercial talents who set up companies in parallel to the adventurer industry and put them on track properly. In the first place, since the Dungeon Master is my guardian, I should have received as much as I wanted to receive assistance. So I thought it was something with a clear reason... at that time.

'I don't know, but I feel like what I'm looking for is ahead of me'

But what returned was a vague, terribly vague answer.

I was wondering if Miyumi answered that at the time was also a hard reason to say so. But that must have been the answer as it were.

I don't know if he's unconscious or conscious, but Miyumi must have been looking for a being who turned the planet into hell. I was wondering if there might be a clue to it if it was as paranormal as God, or incomprehensible, ahead of the unknown: the infinite corridor. Or it could have been an erasure that if you had a clue, there was only an infinite corridor.

And in fact, there was that answer.

'... I was really there'

I guess that's the only word that came out when I grumbled when I had innumerable appearances in front of me on an artificial satellite because that was the resentment I was looking for.

Miyumi has been looking for it consistently since the beginning. It was the catfish who were looking for the same object of vengeance as the general manager.

This mind world is built on such outrageous resentment. Behind the seemingly peaceful landscape is a spectacular willingness.

I've seen multiple mental worlds to this point, all of which are vague. Because there was no world with such a clear sight.

Turn to the high school that Miyumi and the general manager were attending. Of course, you couldn't know the exact location or anything, and the physical address couldn't be the same in the mindset world, but there was certainty that you would be able to reach it if you were aware you were heading there. Because it must probably be the heart of this world.

So, if you notice, there's an old school building in front of you. Go backwards as faceless students pretend to go home. I'm obviously unnatural and floating dressed as an adventurer in student clothing, but Kaonashi can't care less about that in the first place. I stepped into the back of the school building without anyone blaming me.

If Miyumi is here, it can't be anything other than a salad club room. There's no way I know where the room is, but I'm just going to rely on people for signs.

I must deliver Miyumi from a world like this. I was sure that would be harder than I imagined.

In the first place, Miyumi, who is imprisoned in this world, is Miyumi Okamoto, not Miyumi I know. Naturally, I don't know her face-to-face, and I don't really know what kind of person she was at the time.

I can't help but think if it wasn't me and the general manager who was here. Even if you know it's a luxurious desire in the present situation.

Amidst all that anxiety material, I have to rescue Miyumi.

If you notice, it's the end of the hallway in front of you. There was a room door like a library, like a storeroom, that made such an impression... and a piece of paper was strewn with a magic pen or something that said 'Salad Club'.

... definitely. There's Miyumi over here. I feel the sign.

What kind of trials are you waiting for? I drank my breath and laid my hands on the door.

"Funghhhhh!!"

When the door was opened, inside, a ponytail female student was prowling by a male student wearing glasses. I don't know the name of the move, but here's the thing... it looks like a plain sore joint move.

"Hih, I'm sorry - no!! I admit I was bad... and it hurts, it hurts!!"

"Ouch, yeah, my heart hurts more. You'll see, won't you?

"I dunno!!"

"Honest is fine. I don't want that kind of comprehension from you!

... What the hell is this all about?

"Look, look, lettuce sempai. I'm a customer...... and yes! Blonde hair!? Or something with long ears!? I don't know what that means, but here, cosplay people are waiting!!"

Definitely not a cosplay. If you ask me, you look more costly there.

"Hmm. Well, if you punish me for this, don't draw real youth peer magazines or anything."

"Heh, heh. Now I'll get your permission."

"No, don't try to draw it in the first place. You can do whatever you want with no one around. Why do I have to be faggot with Watanabe?"

"That was the truth put out by the demand and supply mechanisms... oh, sorry, it's nothing"

Ponytail hiding behind me, trying to escape the glasses Sempai. Maybe this is Miyumi's previous life...... why is there an estimated lettuce sempai? Visually, it looks familiar. It wouldn't be a mistake, but he can't be here in person. But even if it was created by the mind world, it's supposed to be a kaonashi.

"Ah, Okamoto junior, you're confused about some customers. Don't use people as shields."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Uh, Mr. Blonde Elf?

The presumed miyumi peeking into my face with that said was about two minutes above my head. I only know my usual little one. As for myself, I only feel uncomfortable.

It's Clarice.

"Oh, seriously, I'm an outsider... what's going on with these ears"

Yeah, don't pull it.

"So why is that Mr. Clarice here? This is a mysterious club with nothing but an unintelligible activity called the Salad Club."

You call yourself a mysterious club?... No, well, from what I've heard, it does seem like a mysterious club activity.

... No, I don't care about that. What the hell is this situation? He sounds like an asshole......

"Irresponsible. I can't believe I'm just letting one director play around here"

"Ho ho?

Face Miyumi and tell him so. It was the wind that I didn't know what I was talking about, but that was my feeling.

"I'm Clarice, the new joiner. The salad name is Pine. I'm here to pick up this stupid tomato. Can I take you home? Lettucen Pie"

Face the irregular-looking lettuce sempai and communicate the requirements.

Miyumi creates a bewildering atmosphere behind her, but if you don't understand, you can just take her out as she is.

"Uh, just a new joiner... eh, pine salad or something"

You put it on.

"Whoa, you can take as much as you want. And now, come back."

"Oh, hey..."

Miyumi is even more confused by the instant lettuce sempai. I, too, am a little confused about that response.

"You can't just stick to this finished club. I mean. There's nothing here. It's just a wreck."

…………

Oh, well. This is the memory of Lettucen Pie. Shards of memory, painfully left in Miyumi. That takes shape as a dream dweller.

"Even I don't even know my name is a defective product. Even me like that is still better. I can't believe the others... Look at them, Pinetan."

"Pinetan, don't say it."

I didn't expect to be called Pinetan in the first meeting. Are you saying this is a salad club member from the war?

"Dressing, cabbage, ham, cucumber, mayonnaise, and then broccoli. He's always just a doll."

On a good note, there was a line of unevenness and figures in the corners of the room. All of them are kaonashi. I can't tell...

"Um... excuse me, why do these people have containers of cabbage and dressing?

The kaonashi have vegetables and seasonings in their hands, even if they claim to.

"I'm characterizing because I don't have a face. You're easy to understand."

"So cluttered!?"

"Finally, these are irrelevant students brought from classrooms around there"

"You're not even a member!?"

Who the hell am I being introduced to?

"Though the potatoes have a face, look, they're a Tosa dog for some reason. No, maybe I forgot I was a fighter dog player."

"No, maybe Miyumi misremembered"

Uh, I put on such a fine makeup wrap, and I don't know if I can call it potato sempai...

"Most importantly, there's no Watanabe here for you."

I could see on that word that the hand placed on my shoulder was stretched out. If you look up, there's Mikio Okamoto, who became faceless.

I don't think this Mikio Okamoto understands the situation. You have no idea what the General Manager is doing now more than he was robbed of only information from his previous life. But I understand something. That was the reaction.

"I knew that from the beginning. I understood this was a fake world, and I was just soaking in warm water and playing."

"But... this is important to me..."

"What you care about is this fake?

It was a sharp, harsh word.

"This makes me laugh that the doll holding the vegetables is important instead of the name tag"

But lettuce sempei did the clutter...

"If memory of the past is important, we should not cling to such wreckage and act to take it back. I don't know your name or your face. Before you say you care about them, do you have something to do? Yes, Mr. Tomato."

They're poking at me. That's true. But I couldn't agree more easily than I knew how difficult it was to get it back.

"I don't know. I'm not telling you to kill the facial artifact. For example, isn't Pinetan important to you? I don't know how many more juniors you have, but do you even look away from them?

"Ah..."

Which was the leaked whine to me or the beauty bow?

Look at the side... my well known half-elf Miyumi was there.

"It was Miyumi who told me his salad name and put pine on it, wasn't it? Carrot, parsley, celery, they're supposed to be part of it."

"You're so fucked up, dude"

I hope you don't pinch the extra tea.

"Without Miyumi, we'd all be sad. Neither do I. Most importantly, the General Manager suffered alone and still fights.... Don't look away, Mikio Okamoto"

"... Pinetan"

"No, Pine Tan...... but whatever. I won't listen to you anyway."

I heard the world crack. That's the sound of the mind world collapsing.

I haven't fought Nirvana Silence or Kaonashi. Waiting was a distracting comedy, but I'm holding Miyumi's hand. the hands of our dear leaders.

"Thank you for your help, Sempai"

"Oh, I'm a senior, so I'm gonna have to take care of my junior."

When I said that, Lettuce Sempai turned his back on this one and waved.

"Lettucen pie...... see you later"

"Not again. Don't come anymore."

"Why is it so spicy for me?!?"

"That's you... because that's Karst from the Salad Club. It's still a big deal anyway."

Sure it is. silently agreeing, Miyumi turned her gaze of condemnation.

"Bye, juniors."

The last time Lettucen Pie said that, the world collapses without a trace.

I hold Miyumi's hand. It sank to the bottom of the dark, deep darkness.

-2 -

"Something happened."

I had received such a report from Clarice after the world had changed, time had rolled back, and all I had to do was return to the labyrinth city.

I watched the sights along the way, and I knew I was finally able to rescue them safely, but I can't believe there was such a comedy going on.

... or Mr. Lettuce. I wonder if he was like that. I don't really remember.

In fact, it would be subtle to see how far he was reproducing his original personality. I'm pretty sure I have a memory of Lettuce's face in my bow, but I don't know if it contains enough information to recreate his personality there.

... but, of course, it is possible that it is in person, and I will not deny it. It's better to be saved.

"I don't remember at all. Why am I prowling in my dreams..."

Beautiful bows stuck firmly at the table, apparently not convinced by the contents of the report.

If you put it in person, he said his last memory was over where he poked Sky Dragon, and when he realized it, time was rolling back.

When making the alteration on the Spider, we also observed information about the Dragon World, but Beauty Bow should have passed out caught in the crack that occurred in the battle. If you don't have any memories in between, or maybe the souls of the past and the present exist individually. As far as Clarice's report is concerned, it seems difficult to draw the line.

"I mean, I can't be active at the heart of it. - Seriously, I feel like it sucks. Why is Pinetan more prominent?"

"Even when they said that, it was so hard on me."

It's not Berenvar, but I think Clarice is actually a big deal. Normally, I can't cut a gel like gel in front of it.

It's not like Beauty Bow didn't do anything. Only a handful of people know… I may be the only one, but without a beautiful bow, there were a number of occasions when it was broken. Now that I've switched to normal mode, I won't tell you because I might get on with it when I say it.

... No, this is just me being scared.

"Speaking of which, how long are you asking me if I'm going to end up postponing departure?

"I don't know exactly, but the second one tells me two or three days."

Due to too many people who were going to stay here but were willing to return quickly, Kugelschreiber was still unable to leave the port. Well, if that's the case, it's obvious.

It is difficult to resist the fears engraved at the base of the soul, whether or not the memory remains. That's the same thing for adventurers who burn their fighting spirit against the innumerable appearance. At least not many will remain for sightseeing pleasure mountains and tourist purposes. Most people who stay are basically staying for some reason.

Even for me, I'd like to say hello to the Imperial Dragon and the Realm Dragon again, so I don't mind a couple more days.

"Where's Mr. Pestle?

"Dammus has already left. You looked like you were in a bad mood, so you better not go stirring it up for a while."

"It's like he's always playing with Mr. Pestle..."

But you, Dammus built the Trump Tower, you're gonna break it.

"When we get back over there, we're going to face each other no matter what we report. I have to see someone else, but are you aware of something?

"Tomato, I'm putting together measures in my notes, so I'll meet you later."

"Oh, do you need such measures"

"He's basically a sweet guy, but the pace is unique and... he's got some mines on him, so when he touches it, he easily crosses the boiling point. Clear the area, it's just a cage."

What kind of assessment? I mean, we almost met at the end of the year without even that measure. Actually, this guy understands the real image the most?

"Ma, if Mr. Pestle is with you, I don't think there's a problem. It's a kind of tranquilizer."

"You're in a position of adoption, but you're in such a position."

"Not just by someone else, but all three of us are subtly difficult to grasp the sense of distance... close, overcooked, overcuddled"

A beautiful bow with a sense of divine distance would mean that it stinks quite a bit.

Or is it the type of person the tomato alert doesn't respond to? I don't know if Mr. Elsie is the only one who has trouble reacting. I mean, I've been gathering quite a bit of information so far, but it's amazing that no clear figures come to mind.

"So I thought I'd have Pinetan present as a tranquilizer for me"

"I don't know what to do, I usually don't like it"

You look disgusted, but I'm pretty sure you're an important reference. You don't have to take them, there's a chance they'll ask you to sit with them from the other side.

"Maybe we should give up. Probably called."

"Uh. Well, you can take this one instead"

And, Clarice took out the lettuce for some reason.

"Oh...... lettuce senpai. To look different...... why is there such a thing?

"I was in the Item Box at some point."

By the way, it wasn't lettuce sempei that Clarice served, it was vegetable lettuce. It is an ingredient that I don't really want to talk about, such as lettuce of unknown origin.

I don't know how it works, but does it mean Mr. Lettuce's souvenir? Beautiful Bow Mindset You're talking about lettuce being real or fantastic, making it harder and harder to judge.

-3-

"You took care of me, Watanabe Tsuba."

Before the postponed departure of Kugelschreiber, I was once again coming to an artificial satellite.

In front of the eyes is a different colour than the sky dragon, the split of the Imperial Dragon. Unlike when the singularity occurs, there are only two of us on this occasion. No, considering it's a split... is it?

"Nushi owed me an unrequited debt. I owe you so much for trying to figure out how to pay it back."

"Don't worry about it. I guess that's how our alliance works."

"Still, I can't help but say. Above all, the concubine is not so thick and shameless as to be able to say nothing with all this gratitude"

After that battle, it seems like the Imperial Dragon has changed something again. Even talking to the split like this, I can't help but feel a personality somewhere humane.

"I still owe Gergial a debt, too, don't you think? How should I return this too"

"It's difficult for each other."

Like me and Ibarra, the battle between the Imperial Dragon and Gergial was dropped off again. I just want to pay my debts back by then, even if I'm sure I'll clash again within that distance. Minus the killing, what I borrowed from him is too big.

"Oh, apart from borrowing again, I wonder if I could get the Sky Dragons to work in our clan"

"I don't mind. I'd rather not wish for it."

If it stayed that way, it would have been crumbling to join the clan, but it would have been better if the parents' permission had been obtained.

I can't be more representative of the world than I am, but I can't keep my affiliation hanging around like this.

"Speaking of which, you didn't perish. What was the end of it called karakuri? If it's a secret, I won't ask, but if you have any problems or concerns, I'd like you to let me know that it's not a good idea to keep Sky Dragon in a labyrinth city for a long time."

"There are no such restrictions in particular. In the first place, it's in the hands of Gergial's opponents. I don't think I can use it twice."

After all, it seems certain that the Imperial Dragon did not perish and that he tried to let the Sky Dragon escape. It means the hand of the Imperial Dragon that Gergial couldn't reach.

"In fact, there is a connection between a concubine and an acorn, like a line that complements each other. Even if the concubine perishes, if the sky dragon is alive, it will be complemented and restored with nature. And vice versa."

"I mean, to destroy the Imperial Dragon, you have to destroy the Sky Dragon together at the same time."

"Don't be. Sky Dragon himself does not know, a product of coincidence even for a concubine, but seems to have worked well"

It doesn't work for Gergial twice. If Kalacuri finds out, he has the technique to cut off each line.

Even if the chances of success are uncertain bump production, it's a powerful ability. It's going to be distracting to think that there's a battle of those dimensions ahead.

Or if it works the other way around, you can't destroy Sky Dragon either.

"You have to think about your next hand. Now so we can destroy Gergial Hasha head-on."

"Right. I have to figure out a way to handle Ibarra, too."

Even if a rematch on the infinite corridor is waiting, neither I nor he can remain the same.

Ibarra must have stood before me with more force than she did then.

"If there's anything I can do to help my concubine or dragon, you should say it. It's an alliance advantage."

"Okay. Make the most of it."

Ibarra cannot be allied with anyone because of its properties. On the contrary, I've decided to challenge myself with everything I can, so this is one of them again.

"Keep it up, my compatriot."

"Oh, it's my pleasure, my compatriot"

That's how the Kugelschreiber left the port, and our short and endless long world exchanges once came to an end.

Even so, there will be frequent round-trip flights from now on, and I will have many opportunities to come here. The labyrinth city guide promised to the realm dragon is not talking about such a distant future either. Even for Mr. Glenn, who came to drop me off with his wife, he should return to the labyrinth city in about a month and participate in the attack on the Infinite Corridor 100 layer.

That way, it becomes normal for the two worlds to interact. I guess that's also the snail side of the world we create.

Not bad. You have to prove that the altered world isn't all bad.

-4-

After that, when we returned to the Labyrinth City, we were busy compiling reports first and foremost over adventurers.

A large number of reports will be compiled, discussed and measures considered. The study of clanmaster training must also take place in conjunction, so every day goes on so that you don't know if you are an adventurer or a clerk.

In a few days, there will also be a place to report directly to Dammus and Nayu, but I don't feel like this is going to be a hard one. In the meantime, the beauty bow must be tied with rope. But I must have her present.

That day, I contacted ahead of time and came to a private training ground. I'm taking a breather and eating, and I'm going to have a meeting with Philos about this one.

"Obnoxious."

Philos, whom I met a long time ago, has put in casual words of labor, even though he knows what's going on here. Sometimes the rendezvous is a training ground, and it just sounds like you had a mock fight.

"It was so hard."

"I know. But it's a tough one."

"Don't try to get anything done with that. Yuki will imitate you."

"I'm sorry, but you're imitating Yuki"

That's no choice.

"In the meantime, I'll give this back to you before I forget it"

And I unleash the skill orb I took out of the Item Box onto Philos. That number is one.

"Did you use one?... just you?

"Oh, not only did I acquire skills, I used them a lot, but I don't need Yuki."

Philos crushed the orb he received as it was. I guess it doesn't mean it's gone, it's simply crushed.

The Rebellion to Cause and Rebellion I received from Philos in the world I should be in, but I'm the only one who has mastered it as a result. If there are pros and cons, but there are also massive cons, there is no way to learn instantly. I don't think Yuki's decision is English again.

"We got through this, so we did our part. If you don't have to, it's better not to."

"It's like a curse."

"It's not like, it's a curse right, this is"

I can only imagine what kind of bitterness Philos had tasted, but the words echoed in my ear as something that could be directed at someone to spit on.

"No one, but can you get out right away?

"Rooney will be here in a while, so you won't leave until you give him the keys here. Why don't you do a mock fight before you eat?

"No, no. Actually, I still can't move properly."

I ignored it while I was fighting Ibarra, but the truth is my body and soul are not on the level of being seriously ill. There's nothing I can't do, but my activities as an adventurer and mock warfare will be difficult for a while. The feeling is that it's going to take about two or three months to get to full speed.

Plus, the gap with that boost state is intense. I feel the weight of being in the deep sea all the time.

"You're going to fight quite a bit in that state."

"I'll do it if I have to. In fact, that's what they did to Ibarra."

But I don't want a mock fight.

I don't know if I got here early or if the wait is just late, but that's how we kept standing.

As for the details of this case and the future. I had plans while eating, but I don't have any problems talking about it right now.

"Uh, speaking of which, while you're eating, you can't let this guy out."

List the items sent out of the Item Box in Instant Costumes.

"... what, it"

"My arm."

"What?... Oh, you mean that was your arm in a previous life? I don't know... gross."

Don't say gross on people's arms. It's actually gross though.

"Much distorted, but I wonder if it's a sword"

"Maybe. It was like a machete when Ibarra had it, but it seems to change according to her handles."

What's in my hand is a two-handed sword size at best. Is it a sword, a knife, or something else I don't know well? I think it was roughly the same size I was waving on the planet.

The Appraisal didn't go through well either, it's just a poorly understood object that tells you.

"This was my arm, after all."

"... I think that's what you said from the beginning?

"It's hard to explain, but it looks like I was out of balance without this guy. It's a microscopic thing, but my soul and my entity remained uneven."

Again.

Instead, it was taken out, < red >. It was thrown toward Kakashi, a training ground a few dozen meters away.

"... you know what?"

< red > stabs brilliantly close to the center of the kakashi. I wouldn't have hit it before, or I would have stabbed it off the center even if I did. Just seeing that seems to convince Philos. That's a good guess.

By the way, even though I'm not in the mood for this, it works better than I assumed, and I'm actually relieved.

"I guess that means subtle soul discrepancies were driving the balance in aerial and long-range warfare crazy. I've overcome a bad area."

"I was just wondering. I wonder why you don't like aerial warfare when you succeed in something like an ultra-multiplex working pole."

"If you don't have one arm and you haven't even noticed that, don't be out of balance. I mean, right now I'm the True Watanabe Tsunami."

It also means that I finally became Watanabe Tsunami because I got it back.

I didn't care because it was originally the main way to fight a big mess, but I would have felt more uncomfortable if it was a combat style like Yuki.

"What is True Watanabe Tsunami?

"Whoa!?"

Suddenly he spoke from behind. I was definitely distracted, but I think it's quite difficult for me to be easily taken behind this right now.

... As far as the look on Philos's face goes, you interrupted something, this guy.

"Oh, Mr. O'Rinn"

"What's that?"

It was Phosphorus standing there. Phosphorous in this world, not the future phosphorous or s1.

Shadow comes back unintentionally, but what's in front of him is a girl who doesn't even look like that, like a chunk of obsession.

... I can't believe this is going to happen. There will be a change in the outcome due to the changed environment, but the fundamental talents should still be the same.... No, I guess you shouldn't look the same.

"Uh, no, it's nothing.... Why is Phosphorus here?

"Why, because I'm out of school? We're always here after school."

"That's why you're using private facilities, not guild training centers."

Phosphorous, who is not yet an Adventurer, does not have access to Alliance Adventurer facilities. Mr. Sword Blade's house also has a dojo, so discomfort preceded him, but if you think about it carefully, it might be natural.

"It's not cheap, but I guess it's a necessary expense. Some of our masters use the Arc Sabre facility."

"Oh, you half-killed him."

"Physical persuasion, I hope."

No matter how powerful they are, I don't know how to direct the power of an adventurer to the average person. Besides, is that with the parents of the upbringing?

"Mr. Watanabe, if you're free, let's have a mock fight with us."

"No, I'm mad at Mr. Blade."

"Bu."

"Not Bu."

We're good friends, you guys.

I don't mind doing about a mock fight if there's no sequelae, but as Philos says, it's stopped by Mr. Sword Blade.

i also think that s1 was more of a combat style than mine, but i also know that it doesn't seem like a very good influence if you're going to let it grow in orthodoxy, so i'm not going to get my hands on it at the moment either. If Phosphorous is going to be an adventurer, he's going to be there somewhere for sure.

"I don't mind. I haven't been feeling well lately."

"Really?

Is it like a genius dead ramp or something? I've been hearing about LV1 habits before my debut beating intermediate adventurers.

"Something uneven? I can tell you well, every time I shake a knife, the discomfort comes with me. I'll tell you what someone's calling me like I got a radio wave."

…………

Turning his gaze toward Philos, he nodded silently.... I don't know the reason, but is it affected in any way?

"That's a common illness around the time of middle two. I'm currently suffering, too."

"No, not like a medium two disease or something"

All the adventurers in the Labyrinth City are like two diseases in a row. Otherwise, I can't wear such glittery armor or exposure max protectors.

It's not a cosplay that the Japanese can't do, it actually looks good, so there's nothing particularly wrong with it. Some of them are serious and painful, but as long as I leave that aside.

"Whatever the mock fight is, if you were to stand with Phosphorus, like a rookie fight? You'd better have a decent place like that."

"You're about to break a rookie's heart."

I'm qualified, so there's got to be nothing wrong with that. Even when we were here in the first place, there was someone I really couldn't handle. They did that. There will be no decision that I shouldn't do it.

"Or it's a clan fight. If we keep this up, we'll be set up by the end of the year."

"Is he the one with the father or something out there? Okay, so. Good luck, Mr. Philos."

"... that's going to break my heart for a lot of study. I mean, there's too many other things missing, and I guess I'm a little overwhelmed this year"

"Uh."

There's a lot of it, but there's a lot of tight stuff about it. Instead, I'd freak out at a time when I haven't been to the labyrinth city for a year and I can read a reference book.

Even we can't afford it, and the number of people is a GP qualified hurdle, and that's not how we can set up a pom-pom. It's also tight on the schedule. But if you're Philos, I feel like you're normally up and running around next year.

Or even if they come out at the end of this year, I honestly have trouble because there are too many events planned. Promise to fight Mr. Night Light, I feel like I'm waiting for Mr. Riggles, even though I haven't made any promises to help guide him to the old man.

"Speaking of which, have you decided on the name of that clan yet?

"I have a candidate, so if it goes through, it's pretty much a decision. I can't force you to make up your mind, though, Captain."

Nevertheless, it will be decided unless so much happens. It's not a weird name, and it makes proper sense. At least it's far better than Shiteno.

-5-

"OVER THE INFINITE."

When you two have something to talk about alone, a chat tells the name to Lirica, who called her to the simulator room at Cranhouse.

That's the name of the clan Tuna will establish. I'm a candidate at this stage, but I think maybe not many people are willing to overturn this.

"I think it's a little long, though"

"Should" Lirica says she doesn't know where it came from. That's natural if you just hear the impression of words.

"I guess I usually use abbreviations or something. OTI or something like that?

It's not like there's a dick attached to it. And it also looks plainly orz-like.

"... I have no objection to your clan name, but you mean errands?

"No, I'm not. If I don't tell you right, I don't feel very good about it."

As for the clan name, there must be another transmission from Tuna. For once, I might recruit names for discipline.

"I'm sure Lirica is special. But because you can't lose. Declaration of War"

"Huh?... all of a sudden, what are you talking about?

That's right. Normally, this can't be passed on. But I don't care. Because you don't have to.

"The word < OVER THE INFINITE > is probably proof of existence. It was there, it's still here, I think that's Tsuna's claim."

"Ugh, yeah."

Proof that Erica Edenfelde was there. A sign of determination that we should not have done what we did not. I think that's what it is.

"But not just this name... I wonder if it's there too, proof of the existence of a world that should have been there"

"... there?

Stand in front of Lirica and point your finger. It's inside Lirica's chest.

"Here"

Equals baseless. The only thing I can feel is the degree of discomfort I can't even call it a consideration. But he had something close to wonder and certainty.

That it is indeed there. That's why I thought I should declare it. On top of that, he said he wasn't going to give up next to Tuna.

…………

And that seemed right...... the atmosphere in Lirica changed slightly. A change that seems to have solved the mask that was faking multiple times, a change that gives up deception.

... you see.

"There is no such thing... All we have here are shards of information."

What returned is denial. But that's denial equal to affirmation.

I'm sure Lirica can't affirm that it's her own.

"It's up to Lirica to deal with that.... but I'm sure Tuna won't deny it"

…………

No, "I can't." Because that's the heaviest thing in Tuna's business.

"But well, let's be temperamental. Looks like we're still on our way."

The path worn by Tuna continues. The place of the promise of waiting for the pair, the calming abyss of the resentful enemy, or even beyond its infinity.

Our path continues. Our path continues. If you don't even regret it, you just have to find the answer in it.

... I don't regret it anymore.

-6-

This is how the world continues. The path from here is all unknown.

The starting line finally turned to the original sin of denying the world to be, losing much, and making amends for Watanabe Tsunami.

Erica Edenfelde did not exist on that path, nor did the beast of cause and effect disappear. The mighty enemy remains intact, and there are no more trump cards stacked by eating countless causes and consequences.

But the road continues. I made up my mind on the path to follow. That is certainly the way to the next stage.

The stage played only to see and deny the definitive cause and effect marks the end.

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