episode_0018
by fnovelpiaThe demon Escaria was watching the city.
It’s night.
On a black background, many lights come on and go out.
There are several lives in each fire. Both laughter and tears are dazzling.
It resembles a sky full of stars.
It’s like a sight between two mirrors.
People are connected to people, and stars are connected to stars.
Giving birth to countless meanings and interpretations.
And the celestial bodies that seem like they will shine forever eventually disappear, emitting light.
It resembles a person.
He thought of those he had dismantled.
I imagined a dizzying color bursting out in red. I pictured a sparkle more precious than a jewel.
It didn’t discriminate between children and the elderly.
It did not discriminate between rich and poor.
Rather than saying that I didn’t discriminate, it’s more like I tried a variety of things to break away from mannerism.
A terribly hot eruption. Eruption. Eruption.
I remember those moments.
People die someday.
But, as if I would never die.
Each one shines in its own place.
white way.
I might die tomorrow, but I’m trying my best to live.
As if I would live forever. Like a star.
Countless eternities were cut off in a single moment.
It’s wrong. It’s wrong. It’s absurd. Once something happens, you don’t judge whether it’s right or wrong.
The very fact that this could happen seems illogical, like laws that break down with just one counterexample.
The human world seems ready to collapse at any moment.
But the night sky is still brilliant, with new points of light constantly appearing in the sky.
The city is still beautiful.
I want to stop. I want to quit. Having any sanity left is the greatest curse.
But as long as the light does not go out, hunger continues. Instinct remains faithful to itself.
So reason and instinct made a compromise.
One day, I will kill them all with my own hands, without leaving a single one behind.
Eat them all up. Swallow them all in one bite. So that no more can be born. So that they starve to death.
The devil thinks in a windy, soul-like state.
How long will it take to regain my mobility? A month at most?
Even now, the abominable guilt that is torturing my heart is so precious that I want to hug it tightly.
Even these feelings that I barely managed to achieve will sink below the surface in a month, and only desire will emerge instead.
There was a gleam in her eyes that caught her attention.
If there is a star that is so dazzling, it is actually a corpse that has reached the end of its life and is fading away.
He is a person who hurts himself.
People who resemble me are so lovable.
Like a lethal overdose of drugs, I feel a sense of depravity rising to an uncontrollable level.
The devil was chasing a girl.
***
Super conquer.
Overcoming difficulties.
The idea of Somnium is a dream. A sweet escape from the painful reality.
If your goal is to avoid and let go of the oncoming attacks and pain.
The ultimate goal is to overcome challenges head-on with all one’s might.
“Disciple, you said you were confident in swordsmanship. Why are you struggling with this simple movement?”
“Ha, no… .”
The beginning.
It was surprising that there was such a thing in this ignorant swordsmanship, but first, let’s start with the basic beginner’s technique.
Now, Sid confidently jumped in, saying that he could imitate most swordsmanship techniques just by watching them.
For five hours already, I was feeling deeply frustrated.
“What the heck, where do you actually swing a sword like this?!”
“It hurts when you say that.”
Even the basic body movements are completely different. Rather than different, they are a mess.
But since I had some experience(?), I was able to figure it out right away. There was a reason for that.
It was a movement that focused solely on moving the body most efficiently.
As naturally as possible, but beyond that, forced and artificial, just as the body wants.
For example, something like this.
Draw a line on paper with a pen.
It is difficult to draw a straight line with the hand because the wrist moves in a fan shape. Therefore, it can be said that drawing a crooked curve is more suitable for the human hand.
But this time, let’s say we draw a picture.
When it comes to drawing a good picture, crooked lines are completely useless. For example, if you want to draw something like a square building, you need straight lines. That’s efficient.
There is also a most efficient movement when swinging a sword. If you swing your sword in a stupidly honest, vulnerable stance, you will get a little more power.
However, it is absolutely impossible to establish a swordsmanship for fighting something. Just as you cannot draw a picture with crooked lines.
“Ha… My body won’t listen to me.”
“You’re the first person in hundreds of years of learning this to say something like that.”
Even so, if it were someone else, it wouldn’t have been this hard. If you clear your head a little and swing your arms around haphazardly, you’ll probably be able to get the feel of it.
However, because Sid had honed his delicate swordsmanship and techniques to the utmost level of sophistication.
Even if you draw a line without thinking, it will be a perfect straight line. It has been corrected to that extent through countless training sessions.
I just can’t seem to break that habit.
Every time I lightly stretch my arms, a straight and beautiful trajectory cuts through the air.
You can’t find even the slightest hint of crudeness here.
“This is how you can get used to the feeling of drawing out an aura.”
Aura is the energy of the body as life.
Bringing out the maximum aura by moving only as the body desires.
It seems that the Master’s ridiculous amount of aura also started from here.
Three days passed like that in my dream.
There has been a change.
People should do what they are doing rather than obsessing over what they can’t do.
If I consciously and meticulously follow every single part of the chaotic movement, I think I’ll be able to do it somehow.
With that in mind, I changed my direction to completely copying the teacher’s example. Only then did I see some progress.
“I think it’ll take some time. Well, 100 days is more than enough.”
“Why 100 days? Is there anything after 100 days?”
“Huh? Well, daydreaming is… Ah.”
ah.
The Master did not learn Somnium.
no way.
“Master, I have a question for you.”
“What is it?”
“If an hour passes here, how much time passes in the outside reality…?”
“Huh? I don’t know for sure… But isn’t it an hour? Why is that?”
In a trembling voice.
“… So it’s been three days since then outside?”
“Oh, you didn’t know that?”
Ah. Ah. Ah.
Is the time scale still the same?
He blurted out a single word that was a cool and accurate assessment of the situation.
“… was done.”
***
Seed opened his eyes.
The morning sun is shining.
A beam of light cut into a square shape like a window frame was streaming down onto the floor.
No, it’s not the morning sun, given the angle at which the light comes in. It’s not early morning.
I think it’s almost lunchtime.
Such a seed’s guess was quite reasonable, contrary to small expectations, and at this point, that fact was even more painful.
The date, the date…!
“Sigh… .”
It was a blessing in disguise. The date the clock pointed to was the very next day.
The space where I trained with the Master was clearly created by Seed’s miracle.
At the same time, it was also created by the spirit of the master within the sword.
The two are ambiguously intertwined, and the flow of time has also become ambiguous. It’s roughly half a day in three days, so six times that.
This school, the harsh stares surrounding me. It was only yesterday that I thought I would turn it all upside down.
Are you late this time? At a boarding school. And it’s around lunchtime.
As I was getting ready and running to the building where the classroom was, I saw a familiar face.
“Oh my, senior, huh, ha, today too.”
“Huh?”
“Seriously, haven’t you ever thought about trying it?”
“ha?”
It was Noctilla-senpai who seemed to be going to school just now, but unlike Sid who was rushing around, she was walking leisurely and leisurely.
“You, what are you talking about when you say that? And you, if you want to fight me, fight me right now… Hey!!”
“What are you doing, run! You’re going to be late, you’re going to be late!”
Seed ignored his senior’s words and was already running away.
Noctilla, without thinking, tried to run and chase after Seed.
It’s been a while since I ran as hard as I could.
With that thought, all the strength left my body, like air leaving a tube.
You idiot, what are you doing?
How long has it been since I went to class? It would be nice to just relax. Why are you acting like this today?
Let’s go back.
That’s what I thought. What’s the point of changing? What’s the point of showing off your talents and becoming stronger? You’ll just fight and fight again.
I actually don’t like fighting, but I have high expectations for it.
Yesterday, I received a letter.
If you don’t get satisfactory results, you will be called back into the family.
If I had been truly talented, I would have been number one without doing anything. But to be honest, I am currently in the lower ranks of the Academy.
But he doesn’t listen to class properly. Could it be because he has family power that the teachers leave him alone without taking any action?
I don’t want to try. I don’t want the results of my efforts.
It’s scary to be evaluated, compared, and realize that you’ve done your best and that this is how it is, and that’s when you finally reach your limit.
There is no way I can catch up with people who have been living diligently for a long time.
I just wanted to see the sky. I just wanted to look at the sky.
But why me now?
“Senior!”
A gray boy waving his hands like a painting under a sky that is still so blue that it is tiresome.
A look of rising medicine.
Yeah, it’s because of that expression.
Running, running out of breath, somehow feels like losing.
So I tried to focus my energy on my feet.
It’s my first time doing this, but it doesn’t feel awkward at all.
The boy started running in a hurry when he saw that sight.
The distance is quite large.
I can catch up.
Glide across the ground, leisurely.
I flew with my hands in my skirt pockets.
Just chase after the boy. Chase after him. Like crazy.
“Ah, hahaha… I got the wrong classroom, sorry!”
The place he arrived at was his own classroom.
A boy scratching his head with an awkward laugh.
But the gazes poured on her more than the boy’s. Her face was so surprised. She didn’t like it.
It’s all your fault.
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