I, Sakura Matou, the third seat of Chasing Fire!

She was looking at herself, and she was looking at the other.

She saw herself in the other person's eyes, and the vermilion eyes were not the slightest difference from hers, clearly reflecting her with color...

Is that you?

Sakura....my sister.

280 Four. Does the so-called truth exist?

"Kid, why are you here?"

Gentle words sounded from those slightly parted lips, and that gentle expression was enough to make everyone who knew Mebius open their mouths wide in surprise.

But Sakura didn't.

She looked at the big sister in front of her. Although she was wearing a white coat that she didn't like, she seemed... a good person?

Although Sister Britney often said that not all people would feed such a lovely child like her.

"Sister Patuo brought me here."

Since he is not a bad person, then he should be able to say it, right?

stranger?

Mother did say that you should not talk to strangers.

But the big sister in front of her has a kind feeling.

But is Big Sister sad?

In the line of sight, the gray air circulated around the big sister, with crystal splashes.

That's tears, that's sadness.

It is the ability given to her by the gods.

　Huh?

Is someone laughing?

"Sister Patuo?"

Mebius blinked, she knew that should be that guy's name.

Pado....

A name that had no impression at all before this.

But she already remembered him!

After all, that guy touched the kid's head.

Slightly squatting body, although this child is sitting on a chair, it is a child after all.

Squatting down, the bent legs were slightly squeezed by the tightly wrapped legs in black stockings, and the graceful curve became more charming.

Just like my mother.

Sakura looked at the big sister who didn't know the name in front of her, and a word couldn't help jumping out of her mind.

Mother....

Not my lord mother, just my mother.

She didn't know how to understand it, but...it was a kind feeling.

It's like being hugged by Sister Patuo, there is a kind of warmth like holding a lot of cats.

And snuggling in the arms of the mother, you can drink sweet breast milk to your heart's content.....

By the way, there is also Britney sister.

It feels warm to be fed by her, like a baby bird being cared for.

But where is my cage?

The drifting thoughts gradually returned to the right track.

Sakura didn't realize that Mebius looked at her more and more tenderly.

so similar.

Simply the same.

The girl in front of her was completely indistinguishable from her except for that hair color.

But is it really you?

cherry?

Reincarnation has no scientific basis at all.

Even if there is a so-called collapse in this world, an existence that is completely beyond the scope of what science can explain, but reincarnation is too dreamy.

If the door of truth is the end of everything, it is the end of truth called knowledge.

And the idea of ​​reincarnation is like setting up an end point after the end point.

This is not the kind of hesitation you have to push open the door and worry about whether there is a so-called truth behind it.

It's a more abstract feeling that I don't know how to describe.

maybe emotional...

Emotions are useless.

This was what Mebius insisted on at the beginning, but later, the wind blowing and the flowers blooming changed her initial thought.

That child made her understand the so-called emotion.

But she was gone, left the world when she wanted more.

And now, she appeared in front of him again, bringing him a problem that he might not be able to explain in his entire life.

Does the so-called reincarnation exist?

Does it matter?

Very important, but not that important.

The concept of reincarnation is a brand new door, and what is behind the door is not important now.

What matters now is whether this door exists?

The concepts of being and nothing have always been more important than real and imagined.

Because there is, more will be born. If there is no, then it will disappear and cease to exist.

For Mebius, concepts that are extremely important to others are not important.

What she wants to know, what she wants to confirm is whether the child in front of her is her.

Is it her Sakura.

Is it her sister?

The only one she loves?

She wants to know this.

Whether the door exists is not important to her at this moment.

She just wanted to know if the girl in front of her was her sister!

Mebius was looking at Sakura, and Sakura was also looking at the big sister in front of her.

The wandering thoughts, like torn pieces of paper, fell like snowflakes, and then melted like snowflakes.

They left nothing behind.

Just now, right now.

Looking at the big sister in front of me...

Sakura was wondering, thinking, longing, and...she didn't know what to do.

correct!

like in the dark

However, the flame that was ignited brought forth a sudden thought.

I want to grab the sleeve of the one in front of me and be stroked by her.

Weird feeling?

The so-called longing?

Is this really the case?

Get out of the chair and onto the floor.

The outstretched hand grabbed the pure white sleeve.

"Big sister, can I get up?"

The gaze is dull, but the body's reaction is above consciousness.

Standing up slowly, the white coat was slightly blown by the wind.

The sleeves were pulled, and the raised hands were gently placed on the brown hair.

Not a familiar color, but a familiar feeling.

The hugged legs, even through a layer of stockings, can feel the softness of the cheeks rubbing against the skin.

cherry.....

The dull eyes gradually found their original expression.

It's Sakura!

You can never go wrong!

This feeling is Sakura!

Just like before!

The hand on the brown hair moved slowly.

As always, also as first seen.

On that warm afternoon, she and her sister met for the first time.

Came back, really came back.

It's Sakura, you can't be wrong!

No!There is no such thing as an error at all.

Sakura is always there, just like she promised me at the beginning!

Squatting down again, he hugged the child in front of him vigorously.

"It's Sakura, right?"

No tears, just joy and tension.

Hold it hard, as if you want to keep the child in your arms by your side forever, in your body, and never separate.

pain.....

But it's not that painful.

It feels a bit uncomfortable to be hugged, but sad...

became more intense.

Just like when the mother knew about their death.

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