The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

gossip distant day dreams

- I was dreaming.

That was a long day, now I've forgotten my memory.

Every time I dream of this, I remember. those nostalgic and warm days.

But when I woke up, all I had left was a pocky, hollow heart of mine and tears that conveyed my cheeks.

I was dreaming of something. Sweet dreams.

I know that, but I can't remember what that dream was about.

... such a dream.

Apparently this is the day.

I stand alone all over the city staring at the sight.

This is the story of a temporary dream I tell you.

It's already been lost from me - such a story.

"Ouch!

A small black twin tail swayed in the wind and one girl rammed into the boy.

"Wow!?"

The boy was not suddenly taken by the flying human body, but rolled straight to the ground with each of her.

Then a woman in an apron popped up, apparently looking at it from inside the house.

"Here! Brother, Mi! If you do something dangerous, you won't!

The woman is the brother and son of a boy and a girl. Conversely, I call my daughter and the boy's sister Micchi.

"Oh, Grandma! That's Mi..."

"It's fifty steps and a hundred steps!

The woman, who has no ears at all to listen to a boy who is arguing honestly, leans over her eggs in one hand.

One man spoke to such a woman.

"Here, Mother. I need to listen to my son properly. You don't know which one is the child. If I were to use it now, I would have preferred joint responsibility."

"... excuse me"

Though I gave that back to the word, I guess I thought myself to be right on second thought.

She blushed her cheeks but turned puffy and walked straight into the house.

And the two of you dropping it off with a breath of relief.

"Oh, thank you, Dad..."

"Thanks! Auntie!

"You're welcome. Next time, I won't play with anything dangerous. Come on."

Father who returns that to the two words - Father.

Your father gently stroked the heads of the two people who had stopped nearby as they sat in that chair set in the garden.

The two kids laughed at the comfort of it - but this time, let's talk about that one crack.

- Zhongkura Silver Zhi (Ginji).

That was the name of the five-year-old boy at the time.

If I'd known, I'd be standing in the house.

If you patronize your gaze, there's a landscape you've never seen around, and yet you miss it, and in the meantime - I found that boy crying.

Silver Zhi - and you can call it that, but it's kind of an array, so this time with the boy. Let's call it that.

"Ugh,... gu"

Crying boy.

I am not crying, but tears are constantly gushing out of both of those eyes, and I knelt before them as if I were frightened.

"Hey, what's up, boy?"

But the boy doesn't even react.

Instead, he heard footsteps from behind me.

"... what's going on? Silver Zhi"

Turning around, your father stood there, and the boy in front of me gubbed up his wet face in those tears.

"Oh, old man!

The boy rushed out for his father.

In doing so, the boy's body slips through mine. What a strange feeling.

"Did something bad happen to you?

A father who took the boy asked him that.

Then the boy frowned as outraged as he wiped the gossip and tears with his sleeves.

"Ugh! Oh, but you're the toy I was playing with... Ugh, gu..."

But soon he remembers the sight, and the boy shoves his face against his father's chest and begins to cry.

Everyone has a childhood thing, and seeing a boy like this makes me feel terribly dirty right now.

- Precisely, as I found out about the dirt, I guess.

"What's wrong with you? Broken or stolen or ridiculed... well, I don't know what the situation is"

Saying so, your father held the boy's head gently.

... Why?

The sight shouldn't make me look familiar to the man, but I miss this too - and what makes me sad.

What do you still remember about that word?

"Look, Silver Zhi. Boys don't cry so easily. Tears are what you keep until you use them in front of your friends and lovers."

Only that word, I remember.

Yeah, sure, this is what boys do after this.

"Gu,... why?

I guess this is what I would think from a child.

That's natural again.

But your father must have felt two things in the meantime.

When he smiles with a nigga.

"I don't know, it's cooler that way, right?

Looks like fun, that's what I said.

In the next moment, I was standing in a different place again.

That was the boy's room.

Sometimes the father's words were difficult for the boy, and the boy decided to go to bed unfaithful without knowing how.

- Do I feel like I said? Although I don't remember.

"Are you awake, brother?

"... hey"

That's what the boy returned to the words he heard from outside the room.

Then shortly afterwards, a woman with a grin on her mouth - her mother comes into the room.

"Oh yeah? If you're asleep, I'm gonna be talking to myself, too, right?

Mother puts her hips on the edge of her bet, even though she says so.

Mother said this, even though she had one hand on the shoulder of the boy who was lying on his side and sleeping.

"I'm sure you know Silver Magic, but we inherit shadow magic from generation to generation. It's a special home. I'm the number one on the list. Icus, right?"

You don't know.

That's what I wanted to say.

But when his mother laughed with Couscous, he suddenly said this.

"If I'm wrong, don't grow up to be a kid who says, 'Know or Bocay' in the future, okay? … we want you to grow up pure"

I leaned down unexpectedly on the words.

"We've been secretly tasked with this country for a long time, but... but we're gonna finish it on our behalf, too. I can't let your brother or Mi do that job."

That's what I said. She gently strokes the boy's head.

While I pinched Sarah's dark hair in the gap between my fingers, the look also looked like a goddess of mercy to her loved ones.

"You are free to live. But I won't let you die on your own. If you're going to die, life expectancy or death through your beliefs."

I also remember that word.

I will not allow you to die.

If you're going to die, die before you've penetrated your beliefs.

Wrong is not the line that parents say to their children, but it is also an important treasure that shapes me now from me.

It's a treasure I've already forgotten, but it's still out there somewhere, and I never want to lose it.

When I smiled, I turned my heel to the sight.

"... are you going?

Second, I hear voices like that from behind me.

Is it your father, given his vocal qualities?

'That's crazy...... You, you weren't supposed to be there until earlier.'

"There's nothing wrong with this, because this is a dream."

That's what he said.

... Oh, my God, that makes sense.

I pointed my lips so sharply, but looked behind my back, and there was no boy lying on the bed until earlier, two people standing there worried about me.

"A little more, just a little more, here..."

She muttered, yes, lonely.

- Although.

'... sorry. My people are waiting.'

That's why I took my eyes off the two of you.

If you look, the door that was in front of you is open, and from beyond, the Dos Black Darkness itself is leaking.

"Are you... going to die?

I laugh unwittingly at the words.

Are you going to die? There's no way.

"I don't even know if I'm ready to die. So, I will live willingly."

To the words, it seemed to me that the two of them laughed behind their backs.

I just thought, I don't know what it's actually like - but still. If you were laughing, I'd be glad.