Seirei no Moribito

Should I believe “them” laughing in my memory? Or should we believe in the “they" who live today?

I wanted that answer.

The "witch” used the fool who betrayed the "Spirit Tree" in his desire for life, but the “witch” sin was never forgiven by the "Spirit Tree”.

That was the end of the two men who were told by the village chief that day.

"... really, this is a boxyard"

I looked out for the sight in front of me, remembering such an old story.

There... this village, my hometown, was still peaceful today.

Innocent children run around wielding a wooden knife, housewives laughing as they do their chores and brave hunters preying in the woods boast of their power.

A peaceful everyday everywhere, a view that has been and will continue to be.

... I used to honestly believe that, I'm an ignorant, stupid kid.

This kind of peace is tentative. It's just a “fantasy” of living in a closed and natural world.

Outside the village...... no, the world doesn't happen this beautiful.

Every day a sacrifice in the name of a "tribute" is killed, innocent by faith such as the "Spirit Tree" … No, all the brave men who are courageously trying to correct the world are killed.

Now, ten years ago... my master and Laura sister, who tried to fulfill my real sister's wishes, were killed irrationally.

I neglected the existence of my master... by the “protector" named "Black Wings”. And that “black wing” and they're probably... that village chief.

Too young a village chief who was interested in this village. No villagers have questioned how one thing hasn't changed since ten years ago? You just don't disgust me with this mechanism of worshipping and blindly following her in pranks and continuing to make unnecessary sacrifices... I've seen everything fade from that moment I realized the truth.

I had two sisters. One is Sister Niña. The other one... I don't remember. I don't know any names, any personalities... When I was a little girl, Sister Niña's two older sisters were made "tributes”. By order in the name of the trust, my sister died, and it was Sister Laura who dedicated her sister.

By then, it seems that Sister Niña was hostile to Sister Laura somehow. That's right. Even I resent my sister Niña for killing her. But it's weirder to put up a girl who's not even old enough to be in the position of "witch” in the first place. Sister Niña, who had no idea about it, blamed Sister Laura unreasonably.

Blame it, blame it... Still, Sister Laura was just silently disputed. Laura, even though my sister is nothing wrong...... all she said was an apology.

Sister Nina, who doesn't know Sister Laura's ordeal, hits unilateral hatred...... I know. Sister Laura's pain, pity, tears of regret... a heart that never came out on the surface.

Having gained that process, the two became true friends and “best friends”. Even when the master, who came as a mercenary, was forced to move to the village, Sister Niña went to sell a fight for Sister Laura, and the bond between the two of them and their compassion for each other must have been considerable.

I was young at all, so I didn't know the details just because I asked my people about such an exchange. But compared to Sister Niña, her master, and Laura, who laugh in such stories and memories... oh, I remember something that seemed and emotional.

To me, Sister Niña was like the sun.

Sister Niña just laughs, and she smiles around. Just being there created a cozy and warm atmosphere, and then I loved my sister-in-law, Niña.

And if Sister Niña is the sun, Sister Laura is the moon. When Sister Niña was here, Sister Laura had a tremendous glow. Very gentle, warm. The eyes that Sister Laura sees her master are easy to understand in the child's heart... really, Sister Laura loves her master, something that we all used to tear up.

The master, but that man was a serene and harsh man.

It's usually warm, but when it comes to archery, it gets tough as soon as possible. Pushing a smile and an absurdly unscrupulous demand...... he actually taught me properly and courteously, even though he seemed to be pushing it away at first sight. We loved and respected our master because we understood it.

“They” in my memory were always gentle, serene and laughing with great pleasure.

That's why I couldn't believe it.

To the reality that the village chief flaunted.

Unconsciously rejecting the collapse of everyday life that drives everything crazy... we swore to be stronger than anyone else and protect everyone.

"Aroo!"

To the innocent voice calling myself, I looked down upon the bearer of the voice from the branches of the tree.

The little girl with the brown hair knitted in three unmade pieces is the same dojo child as me... one of the few, survivors of those days.

"What's the matter, Lulurier?

"I found it, Al! Rio Nez -“ Will of Master ”!!"

"... and the master's will, then...!?"

The Master's will... you mean he knew he was going to die and the Master dared to push that way!?

I jumped off a tree in a hurry and followed Lulurier's lead.

What arrived was the house of Rio Nez, one of the survivors of the dojo.

"Rioness! I brought Al!

"Good luck, Lulu"

That being said and smiling calmly is the only commonsense man in that who inherited the same temperament as his master. At first glance, she looks like a woman, but Rioness, a fine boy, quickly-raises the glasses she was wearing.

"Wait a minute. What happened to Elise?

"Hmm? I'd be here."

It was Elise, the last of the survivors, who secretly represented his face from behind Rio Nez in such a relaxed tone. She is the one whose drooping eyes are located in a vector that is the opposite of Rio Ness, such as her height and shortcut hairstyle, which is the opposite of her tiny eye.

... and the four of us here will be the only surviving children in the dojo.

The history of how this happened is simple. We agreed with the master… or shared similar thoughts. It was in conflict with the village chief who wanted to make a bad man of his master and sister Laura... and as a result, he was killed as a "tribute" one after the other. The reason we're surviving is because we had the power. Someone can do it alone, unravel the truth about that case... and go from the powerless to the sacrificed, entrusting hope to smash this fantasy.

I inherited it from my master, Duplicant.

Lulurier can use the “summoning" of the Spirit, which is the subordinate compatibility of the extraordinary “spiritual art” of flames and the Great Spirit.

Rio Ness specializes in favorable faces and skillful bargaining techniques and brainwork.

Elise is a smart assassin who can't imagine from a relaxed tone and atmosphere.

Each had the talent and power to be proud of. So we survived.

And beyond survival, we all need to live up to what we want. For our own good, for their own good.

"Nevertheless, I can't believe my master left me a" will ". You surprised me, Rio."

"You're really swallowing, Ellie. But I was also stunned that my master wrote this down."

"Right, I knew it.... Master, because he disappeared as if he had foreseen the future"

"... anyway, you should see that will and do it"

The only trajectory left by that master... is this.

Rioness nodded softly, taking the envelope she had placed on her desk and slowly opening it......

What you wrote was extremely simple.

The truth about this village, the identity of the village chief, the mechanism of "witch” and “tribute”, the anguish over the fact that Sister Laura was in that position, the wishes of Sister Niña, the actions of her master - the determined future to await ahead.

That is, the objective and sober reality that Sister Laura will only be helped by the death of her master.

That's the truth we've always wanted to know... I didn't want to know, it was real.

Should I believe “them” laughing in my memory? Or should we believe in the “they" who live today?

The answer was found.

… as a desperate present (now) that is not so easy to accept.

I broke up with the three of them and came to the place where the dojo stood.

Immediately after his master died, he was demolished, and now only a large tree remains a shadow, a precious land of memories.

I sat on top of that tree as usual... sighed.

"... I wanted to know, but in the end, I didn't want to know... I didn't know what to say"

I had a faint idea. Because there were so many things that were too unnatural to realize.

But maybe I am shocked that my master was prepared to be such a... No, he was such a person.

to a master who can easily trump others.

Even a master who stands in the position of overwhelming power has a match.

... to the fact that such a master saved me.

I had two sisters. My sister, whose name I don't know, died before the day, and Sister Niña disappeared before I knew it.

My parents looked just like Sister Niña.

Bright everywhere, cheerful. Someone who doesn't seem to know negative emotions like depression or grief. Such parents knew that Sister Niña would be a "tribute"... they were angry and went directly to the village chief.

... So my parents were killed by the village chief. If you turn your back, next time you kill me, you threaten Sister Nina.

I had no idea. Worried about my blind parents, I asked Sister Niña innocently... to keep me from grieving, Sister Niña turned to me and just laughed. There's nothing to worry about, 'cause it's okay.

The next day, I was supposed to live at my relatives' house. Sister Niña laughed in a troubled way at me for not knowing why and squeezing the waste... "I'm sorry."

At that time, I thought you were apologizing for forcing me to do something else. But the truth is different.

That was an apology for leaving me alone to die. No family, no loneliness, apologies to me.

I didn't know my parents were dead or that Sister Niña was dead, and I was only worried about Sister Laura.

The only time I found out that no one was alive anymore... was when the village chief was asked the truth.

All I could do was cry... and think.

The truth is, I want to know.

They think I'm the only one left... and they want to know everything.

What I found out was more heartbreaking than I expected...

"... but maybe... Laura, my sister is alive"

That's all, hope.

Sister Laura may have been protected as her master tried to risk her life to protect her. It's about my responsible sister Laura, so if she did, she would have blamed herself scattered. Blame them, blame them, blame them, blame them, blame them, blame them, blame them, blame them, blame them, blame them, blame them, blame them.

... maybe. Such a question of possibility. Laura, the only way to see if my sister is alive... is to jump out of this “boxyard" and walk away on her own feet.

I don't know how far my powers work. I'm afraid I'm going to lose this life that everyone connected to me so lightly. But... I want the truth, and I know the truth.

Then you'll have to step out. For the master. For the two late sisters.

... That said, there was talk of people becoming stars when they died.

When people die, they become stars, and they keep an eye on me from the sky.

If that's true... would you be a brilliant star in this high sky and the two of you be watching over us... or are you reprimanding us for our impudence?

What a stupid imagination...... but not bad.

Sister Niña, Master... I will make my way through what I believe in. Even though it would be deeper despair than bottomless waiting ahead.

"... so I decided to leave this village"

"I have no idea what that means, but I was thinking of going to" Inside the Elves, "too. Because I'm coming with you. And the two of you?

"Naturally, I'll follow you. For the sake of my master and everyone... personally, I'd like to see the outside world."

"Me too. It's so much more fun to be with everyone than one."

The next day. The conclusion I made seemed to be the same as everyone else in the end... we left the village as if we were going on a hike.

Along the way, the village chief persuaded us, but there was no reason to change our minds, so we could leave the village peacefully.

Aim is' Inside the Elves' in the mountains.

Safe reunion there with sister Laura, as well as meeting a traveler named 'Travis', was a future event not so far away.