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

genius?

No, she has seen many so-called geniuses. She was once a genius, a genius in the eyes of teachers and people.

And this child is a genius, but she is not. Because it is difficult to find a suitable name for her, she can only use widely recognized nouns.

The reality is that.

It sounds dreamy, even absurd.

But the real world is far more absurd than the literal sense.

This is the case with the truths buried by the upper echelons.

They think they hide well, but that's just what they want to think that no one knows what they are doing, everything is just a kind of self-deception, and the lie that even deceives themselves may not be a really good practice in the absolute sense, But mostly successful.

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That being the case, with the appearance of a "genius" like Sakura, the absurdity that would be considered before the appearance of the absurd world is not so absurd at this moment.

Empathy?

It can be understood that.

But that doesn't matter to her.

Thinking is just a habit. Although she is now the librarian, she was also a diligent and sharp scholar before she became the librarian.

"Be careful on the road."

Ayaka stretched out her hand again, just like that time.

But this time, the lovely child in front of her stood on tiptoe, making her move easier.

Even if it's just a little bit, for Linghua, it's like the words that humans boasted more than ten years ago.

One small step on the moon, one giant leap for human civilization.

There is nothing wrong with this sentence, it's just that time has made this sentence a little ridiculous.

"Remember to call me if you need anything."

Although she didn't think that this child would encounter anything, she just wanted to make herself clearer in this child's heart by saying such a sentence.

Because of liking and affection, wanting to make your own presence in that child's heart becomes even more important.

It's kind of mean, but isn't that what liking and liking is all about?

"I see, Ayaka-san."

A sister, a smile.

It is so brilliant and so beautiful.

There is a different kind of atmosphere in the college at dusk.

Sentimentality doesn't exist.

It just feels like the sky is a little dark.

Sakura took her own things, avoided someone who was looking for her, and left the academy.

Sister Xiaoyue has not left work yet, so at this time, she always walks slowly alone.

The fallen leaves are falling, and it is already autumn scenery.

The yellowed maple leaf slipped from the chest, and was caught in the palm of Sakura's outstretched hand.

Very light, without the slightest weight.

And the yellowed leaves, the lines of life are such emotions.

Sakura couldn't help but stopped, then looked at the maple leaf in her hand without saying a word.

Bring a present for Nina?

"It's Sakura."

The beautiful girl proprietress saw the cute figure as always.

"What do you want to buy today?"

Although this is the second time, this lovely child gives people an extremely cordial feeling.

Just like my own child, I want to take good care of it.

Love experience.

Even contact with the opposite sex is rare.

As for the guests?

Then it's just the guests, not anyone else.

"I want sister Kafka to help."

Sakura raised her head slightly, looking at the proprietress sister who exuded a similar aura to Xiaoyue sister.

Kafka's sister, the guardian who hates her seniors, and a good friend of Ayaka's sister.

She is a 22-year-old big sister who looks like a 26-year-old.

This is not Sakura's evaluation, but what Linghua told Sakura.

Can't understand it, but agree with it.

Kafka's sister is very beautiful, but she doesn't feel like a 22-year-old girl.

Although she still can't understand the so-called age limit that Ayaka's sister said.

In her eyes, Linghua is her elder sister, Kafka is also her elder sister, and her elder sister Xiaoyue is also her. The senior she hates is not her elder sister, but a senior who is a few years older than her.

"What do you want Sister Kafka to do?"

Kafka looked at the cute child in front of him with a gentle face, who was so cute that people wanted to abduct him.

If it's not that she doesn't have that kind of talent and ability, then she must make herself a criminal.

Who made this child so cute~

With a slightly bent body, the plump snow-capped peaks lightly touch the clean table, squeezing slightly, and this also makes the slightly exposed touch of white look extraordinarily conspicuous and attractive.

But that was the beauty Sakura couldn't understand as a child.

But she saw everything in her eyes, and a doubt arose in her heart.

Will I still think like my mother in the future?

Can I also have delicious "milk"?

Although she is learning knowledge, the degree of the girl's partiality is far beyond the imagination of others.

"Bookmark."

"Bookmark?"

Kafka looked at the yellowed maple leaf in the child's hand, and quickly understood what the child meant.

bookmark...

She can do it here, she has the relevant equipment.

It's not that difficult after all.

But it's not good to use such a maple leaf, right?

The meaning of a bookmark can be simple or complex.

Just like the words of a flower, the meaning that can be expressed by a word.

The bookmark that this child wants should not be for his own use, right?

She looked at Sakura in front of her, this lovely child.

She stretched out her hand with a smile, and carefully took the seemingly fragile maple leaf.

The debranched leaves look as thin as cicada wings, and seem to be able to break into two or three pieces with a little force.

However, the tactile feeling of pinching in the hand is a little different from the worry at the beginning.

It is clearly the fallen leaves in autumn, but the leaves that have come to the end feel like subtle tenacity when they are pinched in the hands.

"I want a gift for Nina."

"Nina..."

Hearing the somewhat familiar name, Kafka couldn't help being silent.

It's the kid from the orphanage...

Wherever she has been, she has seen children there, as well as the child named Nina.

They are all children, but only Nina is like a person from another world.

painless...

Thinking back on everything about that child, even Kafka, who is in this era of extremely advanced technology and medical systems, can't help but feel a burst of sadness and helplessness.

But she quickly calmed down, and with the other outstretched hand, with a little greed in her heart, she rubbed the child's brown hair vigorously.

"I will do well." "Well, Sister Kafka...."

330 two, sister and owner

Life is a fragile existence.

The more she understands the existence of life, the more Sakura can understand the true meaning of it.

Life is a fragile existence, because death is quietly waiting at the end of life for life to come to an end and move toward its existence.

Let death disappear, or let the existence of life disappear.

Get rid of the concept of life and let the self become the existence that transcends life in perception.

Then death ceases to exist, and the fragility of life ceases to exist...

The wind blew the wind chime tied in front of the door.

The crisp sound of wind chimes awakened Sakura's complicated thoughts.

She raised her head slightly, looking at the gradually dimming dusk.

The existence of light is only bright for a moment.

And after that, darkness breeds.

Lost, it is still there, because the darkness is still there.

Light needs darkness to manifest itself, and so does darkness.

So yourself?

It's like a flash of inspiration, but instead of an answer to a question, what emerges is a question that is difficult to answer.

Since when?

The moment of contact, or the awakening of knowledge?

she does not know.

Or was it the moment when he came into contact with Nina and even wanted to rid her of one of the inherent life forms of human beings?

She doesn't know either.

All she knew seemed to be the weird idea that there was nothing wrong with doing it.

"cherry."

Kafka's voice sounded quietly, with a clear sense of joy. "Sister Kafka."

All the complicated things disappeared in an instant, and a faint smile appeared on Sakura's lovely cheeks. "It's all done."