The Magus of Genesis

Atashi hates teachers.

Indecisive, timid, weak and pitiful to push.

No, I hate the teacher.

"I wish I hadn't said it like that."

Ignoring such a voice that echoes in his heart, Atashi waves his sword even today.

Because if you do, you can forget everything.

"Hey, you're gonna be fine, Asaka."

'Cause as soon as I hear a hateful voice, my chest squeaks.

"Nothing. It's sword club, naturally."

Without even looking at his face, Atashi replied softly.

"Apart from being a sword club, you don't have to feel it."

To the kind words, but Atashi doesn't answer.

"Hey, Asaka"

Even if Atashi ignores it, it doesn't look as if he cared, and the teacher speaks in a tone.

"I'm going to go see my wife now. Will you hang out with me?

I don't like it.

"Okay."

Even though I thought so, Atashi's mouth answered that on its own.

"Thank you."

I really hate the smile on the teacher's face, as if I knew Atashi would answer that.

That's how it came about. There were two stones lined up.

Standing in the meantime, the teacher joins hands.

Atashi watched it in silence.

'Cause it's just a stone. There's no one there.

No one will be happy that they brushed their hands together.

"Yeah, I'm glad."

I think so, but to that voice in my heart, Atashi took the cloth.

"What's going on?

"Nothing."

Ignoring the decapitating teacher, Atashi brushes the headstone.

Even so, it doesn't have to be polished. It's shiny.

Rainy days and windy days were normal because the free dragon next door was polishing them.

Thank you, Asaka.

"……… Nothing."

I get kind of sexually angry, and Atashi rubs the headstone in mind.

When the teacher smiled softly and bitterly when he saw such a atashi, he lined up next door and started polishing the tombstone of Eye Sister.

"……… the teacher…"

"Yeah?"

Also, I didn't mean to put it in my mouth, but my voice seemed to leak on its own.

He's not supposed to be making a lot of noise, but the ear-saturated dragon listens and hits him with a gavel.

"……… I'm glad. In the end, he's dead."

"Mm-hmm. Well, I don't know if that's a good idea"

When I asked him that I had no choice, the teacher had a troubled, laughed, complicated look on his face.

"I'm sad, but I don't regret it."

"…… Yes."

Atashi sighs, answering the lack of interest.

Is that frightening, angry,... or something else?

I'm not sure myself.

"And somehow... I still feel like she's around."

"Do you believe in that promise?

Unexpectedly, the teacher gave him a slightly surprised look.

"You know what?

"……… I heard, from…"

"Oh well. Asaka was close to Yuki."

Atashi snorts.

Aunt Yuki hits her great-aunt from an athlete's point of view. It's my grandfather Amata's sister.

She has played well with me since I was a little girl.

Atashi loved Aunt Yuki's story.

A dependable, decent elf, like your mother.

Like your sister, a half a wolf who is gentle but scared when angry.

A naughty lizard guy like my brother and a cheerful mermaid like my sister.

And spent time with my favorite dragon brothers, stories of love and youth.

My aunt's masterful story is as immersive as if Atashi had spent it himself.

And how long has it been since I could feel the color, the sound, the smell and the taste?

"All of it, I'm listening. The pitiful and poorly dressed part of the teacher, all of it."

"Ha, that's scary"

You thought Atashi's words were metaphors, the teacher laughed.

But that's not a joke or anything.

Aunt Yuki's memories are all over Atashi's head.

Everything, even the ones I don't remember being told.

I'm sure that's the last magic she left behind.

- So.

Aunt Yuki must have had chest pains that could be tightened every time she saw the teacher smile, and breasts that could not help but roar every time she was talked to.

Atashi hates teachers. Yes, tell yourself.

"…… because my aunt really liked the teacher"

"Yeah. I know."

Atashi's chest hurt again, nodding as a matter of course to the teacher. I'm sure Atashi can't stand it. I can't be ready like her.

But of course I know Atashi. That she was the same at first.

Trying to stay away, trying to avoid...

Still, what I couldn't help but like.

Atashi must have a story about Atashi alone.

That might interact with her path, or maybe follow a completely different path.

Right now, I want to be an athlete who hates teachers.

Knowing that it's probably a waste of resistance.

I'm sorry.

A slight voice echoes in my head. That's just a phantom created by Atashi.

My aunt died five years ago.

"Thank you."

She would surely say that, just imagine.

... but I'm sure Atashi will talk.

To my own children, to my grandchildren. To my nephew. I'm sure we'll talk.

They'll tell them, too.

'Cause that's, like, a very important promise.

I promised to stay with you the whole time.

It's the story of a girl who lived a short life so hard.

Memories in my chest.

The story of Tsurgibe.