<Infinite Dendrogram>
Episode Seventeen: The Possibilities Are Always
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□ The Dueling City of Gideon
"Oeees. Lord Figa. Long time no see Kumar."
"Oh, you sound familiar, but you look strange. A new dress, Shu."
"Your eyes are high Kumar. This is [HANDO BEA] MVP Benefit Kumar '
"... you wore it again."
"... I'm wearing it again, do you mind?"
"What's on your mind, MVP Benefit Dressing Guru"
'I don't know immediately what it was, Bear. But only one bear, except for the worn one. "
"... you're biased, aren't you?
'That's crazy. Whatever you defeat, you'll be wearing everything but the MVP rewards you earned when you were [Gloria]! Impossible. Hey, bear!
"Normally, you can't crusade UBM quickly."
"Even when you tell me, I feel like" Sodesnay, "Bear."
"Maybe. Oh, speaking of which... haven't you worn a bear since then?
"At that time?
"When Shu and I first met,
"Uh, no, Kumar was a bear then, too. It's commercially available. '
"We fought UBM for the first time back then."
'Yes, yes. Nostalgic Kumar'
"That was a tough time."
"Ten days or so in real life when Infinite Dendrogram started? Back when I was a junior and I was low level."
"Right, that's about it."
'Each other, we could have won well then... Honestly, now that I remember it, it's a wonder you could have won.'
"But Shu didn't give up at all then either, did he?"
"Hahaha, you can't give up. I told you then too. '
"It's always possible..."
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□ Past Dreams [Holy Knight] Ray Sterling
That day in 2035, my brother was in an accident, sheltering us.
There is nothing else in life.
But the right leg that came into contact with the truck was seriously injured.
The meat was swollen, the blood vessels torn inside the skin, and the bones were broken.
< Infinite Dendrogram > then heal with healing magic and items, but that is a real injury and what is wrong is not an immediate healing. So many injuries that you need to be hospitalized.
And the final of an important game for my brother, the Unlimited Punk Lation U-17, begins in less than an hour.
What am I supposed to do, no?
"Exactly. There's nothing I can do."
... if normal.
In front of us, the passers-by around us were surrounded by noise.
Someone screaming, someone calling me an ambulance on the phone, or a reporter who was marking his brother as a finalist, said, "Bird player!" and I can even speak up.
At the center of the circle of people, my brother fell, and the girl who was helped by my child, me and my brother, was looking down at my brother in tears.
The girl must have been in an accident. Out of fear, I... out of the fact that my brother was badly injured because of me, I was crying.
I still remember what I was thinking at this time.
My apologies to my brother and "Please help my brother as soon as possible".
Just such a sorrowful eye around me and my thoughts, while my brother who stays down only looks at me as a child then...
"Go on."
He jumped with a voice like he hit his head on a ceiling beam.
Together.
My kids, me, the girls, the passers-by, they're circling their eyes without words.
If I may add, the silhouette next to me now looks amazing too.
"Uh... it's broken, this"
My brother said so as he stood with one left leg, looking down at his broken right leg.
It was like "I'm a little shocked the plastic model parts broke" voice.
Naturally it is my brother's leg, not Pramo, that is broken.
"That, solder, strange"
Silhouette penetrated.
"Well, he's my brother"
I'm used to my brother's words and actions now.
I'm not so used to my brother's bizarre behavior these days, so I'm shocked.
"Oh, you know, I just called an ambulance! Because I'll be here soon! Rest!"
That's what passers-by would tell my brother if he called the emergency.
But my brother,
"Oh, uh... thank you. But not now."
"" "Okay?
"There's going to be a final there, because the hospital will be there after that."
I remember the hour stopped.
It must have been one heart for everyone but me and my brother who was on the spot.
'What is he talking about?', is.
From the reaction, the silhouette seemed to have similar thoughts.
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The dream scene changed and my brother's modem.
Of course there are no passers-by figures there.
Until just before this scene, there must have been a sports doctor teacher who gave me first aid and a dojo teacher who was coming to accompany my brother, but he's not here right now.
Me and my brother are the only ones in this pantry.
My brother's right leg is covered in damp cloth and bandaged.
But that's all.
Gibbs, of course, doesn't even have an escort.
Because from now on my brother is going to be in the game.
Gibbs and shrimp became unnecessary because they would become murder weapons.
Normally, they say it's a level of major injury that requires an incision.
"... So, what?
"Oh."
Silhouette doesn't have a facial expression, so it's hard to tell what she's thinking, but I still know how it feels to be half stunned and half stunned.
"I won't stop, will I?
"Doctor stop for a regular martial arts tournament, but it's Ankla."
Again, Ankla is anything but murder weapon use and blackmail, and there is no beating but KO and gibberish.
It's really a modern martial arts tournament or a suspicious level.
"But am I? Don't you want some?
"The dojo of old-fashioned martial arts that my brother was passing through is a striking subject. Of course it's important to kick your leg when you hit it."
That genre, it sounds like a comic book subtly.
The martial arts kick around a person's torso.
What the hell, that kick name. Though I remember it's a bit of a well-dressed name.
"Aye, aye, aye?
"The finalist is Gregory Asimov Kaisel. He is nearly two metres tall and weighs a hundred kilograms over a forged supermuscle. The strongest student athlete of the day, familiar with all of the striking, tightening, throwing and joint moves. Now he runs at the head of the professional martial arts world."
"Kids... Kids... Kids?
"You were 17 at the time, you're a minor."
It should be noted that ten years later, Mr. Gregory is still familiar with end-of-year martial arts shows in Japan.
I also remember seeing him work on TV with my brother back home on New Year's Eve last year.
"Oh, I didn't, did I?
"It's a fractured right leg where the win is thin, even if it's full. It was a level where the perimeter would go into a stop."
After all, my brother didn't stop.
... No, you didn't stop my brother's dojo teacher.
"Brother, stop! If you fight such a strong man with such a huge injury, you'll die!
When I was a kid, I still encourage my brother to quit the finals.
Naturally.
When my brother was badly injured because of himself, he was feeling a death scare.
Even though I say so, my brother is trying to overlap even more recklessly from there.
Watching it in silence was horrible and I couldn't do it at the time.
"It's dangerous to do Kodachi with these right legs."
Oh, I remember. That was the name, my brother's genre kick.
A front-running kick in the orbit to mow his neck, also known as a wood-cut (Kodachi) or a masakari (Masakari), in the genre his brother went through.
It's called a high kick, but my brother was skilled in the moves.
The intense kick, which was even said to cut off trees as though they were similar in name, was so feared among the athletes that it was comparable to Gregory's.
I can't use the move anymore if my right leg is broken.
Even if I try to kick it with my left foot, I still can't use it because I can't use my right foot as an axial foot.
My brother had to seal his best kicking moves and play the game.
What that meant was that my brother had no chance of winning anymore.
Because of me, the injuries I sustained.
I blamed myself at the time for losing because of that and maybe dying.
That's why I'm trying to stop my brother.
However, there were no signs of a change of heart on the part of my brother.
It has been for a long time.
My brother had a lot of hiccups and oddities, but his determination was stiff nonetheless.
No matter how much this one wants it.
Convincing my brother is useless, and I, the child, lean down.
The young mouth was whining, "If I hadn't popped out..."
"Hmm."
My brother bent over in front of me the kid what he thought... he put his hand on Pong's shoulder and looked him in the eye.
"But, Reiji. You, if you hadn't tried to help her, I'd have regretted it more than I do now."
"But even if I didn't jump out, my brother was saved! I couldn't help you alone! All I did was hurt my brother!!"
My child's I cry and complain of my helplessness.
It was regret, grief, anger at myself.
"Right. I'm hurt."
After my brother affirmed my words,
"But if you hadn't popped out, I might not have been able to help that kid either, would I?
"Huh?"
No, I said something amazing.
"Because you were trying to help that kid, I could have noticed and jumped out to help you and that kid. So in the end, your choice helped her."
That could be the truth.
Or maybe it was a lie that comforted me.
But my brother was looking straight at me.
"That's fine, Reiji. You don't have to regret the choice itself. It's a big premise to grasp the possibilities of the future you want to choose."
That's what my brother said to overlap.
"I just can't see or see myself after choosing, can I grab it or not"
"Can you grab it or not, just?
"Oh. It's always possible."
My brother's words at this time......
"It's always possible, with your will.
Whether it's on the other side of a few decimals with zeros... there's always a chance.
The lack of possibility is giving up on grasping the future you want.
As long as your will doesn't give up and you want the future to make your choice, even on the other side of the decimal point, the possibilities won't disappear. "
In my core right now, there's definitely one left.
"So I tried to help the girl over there, and you didn't make the wrong choice"
"Brother..."
My brother smiles uncomfortably at me and gets up.
"I'll show you one today, too. He's the one who does everything in his power... to grasp possibilities."
That being said, my brother left the modem room and headed to the game venue with a crutch poked.
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So, the dream of memory is over.
The match venue has disappeared and now the sight of a vague dream, just like a white one, is spreading.
I don't have a kid me or a brother there anymore, just me now...... Ray and Silhouette.
"Here, a replacement?
"I have a big brother's game after this."
Well, if you mean to know my roots, it's not strange to be separated by a conversation I have with my brother now.
"One more thing, listen, okay?
"Oh."
I know what Silhouette wants to hear.
"Oh, my God."
"I won"
Yes, my brother tried the finals from then on... he beat Mr. Gregory.
"How?
…………
... I don't want to say much.
But even if I leave my doubts here, the silhouette will care, so say it.
The news that my brother's right foot in the finals had become unusable was apparently known throughout the venue, and rumors of it were heard in my surrounding guest seats.
Also that my brother who went to the game field was a sad figure of crutches and bandages. Even when going up to the ring of the match, I didn't get my right foot to the ground, and the fact that I went up with difficulty with my left foot alone showed the people at the venue how the injury was.
A sympathetic gaze was gathered from the audience because the fact that they had been in an accident sheltering their children was also somehow widespread.
Some martial artists praised the "righteous samurai" for sheltering and wounding the weak and still not retreating from the battle in front of them.
Opponent Gregory also said, "It's a shame I can't fight you all. One day, I'm sure, we'll do it in full with each other," he said.
Mr. Gregory was a strong but medium figure in appearance.
In response to Mr. Gregory like that, my brother also said, "Oh. I'm sure," he replied refreshingly, both lining up in the ring.
There was a height difference.
There was a difference in weights.
And the condition was too different.
Wins and losses have been recorded.
What's about to start is ritual for my brother's will and pride as a fighter.
That's what everyone thought.
That's how the formal game gong sounds,
At the same time, a wood break released from his brother's “right foot" kicked through Mr. Gregory's jaw and fainted him.
End of game.
The Fifth Unlimited Punk Ration U-17 tournament ended with his brother's victory.
"That was terrible"
"It was me, wasn't it?
"So... with my broken right leg, I kicked into the other guy's jaw bone, and I won the concussion blow, KO."
Neither Mr. Gregory, nor anyone in the audience, would have thought to do that with a broken right leg.
Mr. Gregory couldn't prevent him from kicking because he didn't think, and he ate it in perfect form.
'... sloppy'
"Really."
It was such an overall venue sympathy mood.
But now I think it's suspicious that the cause of that sympathetic mood, that is, the fact that detailed information on the history of the accident, was spreading in the venue itself.
A complete ambush and deception had been established with that.
I don't even think my brother was turning anything around.
Then I have to suspect that even the freshness of the last minute was the fabric stone.
It should be noted that the injury of his brother, who was so unscrupulous, naturally worsened, and the injury was three months for a full month of healing.
After that, he said, "This is what it's all about to get the full potential!," he said to his brother with a Doya face, "What are you doing, stupid brother!" I have memories of throwing towels at me.
Oh, no, not since then.
I started calling my brother "brother" instead of "brother".
"... Shh, shh."
"Well, yeah."
I ruined a lot because of my brother himself, but the conversation I had with my brother in the understatement itself is still in my mind.
It's where I act so I don't regret it, so I don't feel bad about the aftertaste, and the thought of trying to grasp the possibilities.
"So I guess I'm done regenerating my memories by the modest room"
The game itself is snakefoot.
I guess that was also a brotherly stance of "taking any means possible," but I can't go that far on a boulder.
I didn't even think to.
But.
"Shidan, indulgent, like, when"
"... oh"
Now that the memory has been regenerated, you will also wake up soon.
That way, we'll resume fighting with [Gozmaize] on worse terms than earlier.
Then you have to spread your hand to seize more possibilities, too.
"Well, let me try"
"Yes, I will."
Where's the silhouette to say that, there was a sign I was laughing.
"Ray, do you want to hear something?
What do you want to hear?
"Well, I'm already asking you directly... who are you?
In the end, the identity of the silhouette was unpredictable on its own.
"...... eheh"
The red and black silhouette had a face that I couldn't tell where my eyes were, and I still laughed as I looked into mine.
"You can't just do what you've done to me, my lord, Ray."
With that word, I understood who this guy was.
"You, [Gardra..."
Sooner than I finish the words good, the world of dreams disappears.
"I am a shard. A force that was defeated as incomplete and not used. From ghosts," born broken, "life and intelligence. Now, a reborn life in your arsenal. defeated my mother, I want to know thee, I '
Silhouette - [Gardranda] spins the words as they change from silhouette to sure.
The figure was not that big ghost, but the little girl who had grown the horns.
"I have understood thee. You, too, understand me. '
Me and her, the world of memories and dreams, disappearing gradually.
"Wake up, with all of you, including me... with Nemesis, and seize the possibility"
Listening to her voice, I returned to reality.
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□ Vengeance Maiden Nemesis
I avoided his attack and earned about five minutes of my time in tow.
I have numerous minor injuries to my body.
Though I avoid direct strikes on his feet and fists, I am wounded by the fragments of the ground and trees on which they have been crushed.
While I'm at it, it's a fragile thing if not a weapon figure.
Since there is no means of recovery, it will not last long if we continue like this.
In contrast, [Gozmaize] was intact.
My blade does not even need to be repaired because it can only do damage like a loose wound.
"BOUSYUSSADASAAAAA!!!"
But even if he's not wounded, he's pissed off that he can't kill me, sprinkling dirty water from dead ministers all over his body and going wild.
That was the end of an ugly word.
Yes, ugly.
Ugly dehumanization of the bodies gathered together.
He's ugly and everywhere, and his spirit just shudders from watching.
That's what an undead is to me.
When I first visited Ray and The Gravemark Labyrinth, I was scared and couldn't wait.
I didn't know why I was scared myself, but I couldn't wait to be scared of the undead.
I put it in Ray's memory and thought he was scared of horror.
But no.
Underground in the fort, now understandable relative to this monster.
It's not how these guys look that I'm afraid of.
The presence is horrible.
I'm dead, but I'm not going to Nirvana, I'm not reborn.
He's dead, but he stays dead, and it goes on.
The nightmare is horrible... and my heart is tightened.
I don't understand why either.
My heart tells me I can't just leave that one like that.
"Mind…?"
That's a funny story.
If I fit into Ray's knowledge, I'm supposed to be just an AI in the game.
Do you have a heart...... no.
"At least, there's one."
One, there is.
This heart for Ray.
"... huhuhu"
The laughter creeps up.
Funny when it comes to funny.
I should have come from him.
Well, my heart doesn't seem false.
I...
"DASDASAAAAAAAAAA!!"
"... Can't let it soak up a little more, Aww"
He dragged the long stuff out of some of his mouth all over his body.
That's a tongue.
Long tongues resembling chameleons or frogs in Ray's memory, not people's already, dripping wet with dirt juice.
It is obvious how to use it.
Apparently, he couldn't be patient with much of what I could avoid.
Prepare to be released against me, like a snake whose tongue brings a sickle.
"Inevitable."
My body is overwounded, and it doesn't seem to be something I can avoid with my skill and performance in the first place.
Seems that's it for me.
"... Kuk"
What do you say, Ray?
This is the power of me alone.
I am to this extent alone.
I can't go any further on my own.
So......
"So why don't you come quick"
[Gozmaize] 's tongue is releasing through me...
"Respond"
- With the voice I answered briefly, the red and black flames burned my tongue out.
His tongue is burned and he gasps in pain [Gozmaize].
Burning, no longer a familiar red and black flame.
And deal with it...... my < master >.
"... Isn't it too late, Ray"
"Sorry, I was dreaming and I overslept"
"It doesn't really keep the lady waiting, does it? But still... in time, I hope."
"Thank you, nemesis"
I heard the words and my cheeks loosened a little... but I try not to show them consciously.
"So, it goes on? The Counter Absorption is also exhausted and full of creativity. Things are worse than they were earlier, but can we do it?
"Oh. One... No, I remember two things. So we take him down."
"What do you remember? Something?
When I asked, Ray replied with a smile.
"What I didn't use and what my brother said."
When Ray said that, I also understood what Ray was thinking and trying to do now.
What a well.
"Kuk, are you insane, this?
"It's insane."
"It's crazy shabby, and unlikely. We're going to cross the line, right?
"If it's possible, just bet on it and do your best."
I see.
What if I ride too?
"That said, the odds of winning this operation are... 30% of the time."
30%.
"Enough."
"Enough."
In exchange of words, I turn to the Great Sword and become Ray's weapon.
"Will you win?"
"Let's win."
And me and Ray came together and challenged [Grieving Cow Horse Gozmaize] to a final battle.
To be continued
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