It's a dream.

A very vague dream.

It is too ambiguous and hazy, mixed with a complex and imperceptible realm, which makes it difficult for people to see clearly.

Whether it's a far, very distant past, or a long, long future, it is impossible to judge the chronological order—a fragment of a memory.

Undiscerning.

But it is also full of a familiar, nostalgic feeling.

In the pupils where the eyes could not be concentrated, there were bright and shining meteors.

It's a meteor shower that fills the entire sky.

It was difficult to discern the number of stars, and at this moment, like a dense barrage, they were swarming through the night sky and galloping towards a certain place.

I wanted to support my body, but my outstretched hand could only hang down weakly, and my whole body was as weak as if I was in a deep quagmire.

The body is as if it has been pierced by something.

He didn't know what the "thing" was that pierced him.

The only thing that can be understood is the feeling of being pierced in the body, and the intense pain that spreads throughout the body.

And his body could not have been more aware of the sensation of being mortally wounded.

- He, ■■■■'s life is about to come to an end.

Incredibly, he didn't find it scary.

A faint understanding of his own failures, a certainty, and an understanding of his imminent death.

Even so, there was no fear on his face.

Like a marquee, many past events surfaced in his heart, but these fragments were as blurry as a mirror, and nothing stayed in his heart like that.

And so it all passed.

Maybe it's the instinct to survive that is desperately struggling, struggling to squeeze out a little strength to keep yourself alive, but those choices can't show the value of survival.

In order to stop this meaningless thinking, the man closed his eyes as if giving up.

Anyway, none of those scenes are meaningful.

But just as he was about to close his eyes, the vision in front of him changed.

He saw a shadow on the other side of his vision.

Obviously, he no longer has any scruples about death, but the sound and shadow make him pay special attention.

Slowly, an inexplicable force supported the boy, driving his neck, head, eyes, and sight. This mechanical movement allowed him to reaffirm that his body was almost on the verge of death.

He looked away, wanting to see the full extent of the figure he cared about.

In those eyes that began to be cloudy—

It's a beautiful figure.

A woman who seems to have stepped out of a fantasy.

The man—was looking down at herself, her body just above Kenya's head.

It could have been said that his face was expressionless, but when he saw the boy, there was a slight moment, and it seemed to be entangled with a touch of melancholy.

The boy just looked at the man's face and didn't show any surprise in his application.

He just looked at the girl in front of him affectionately.

After staring for some time, the girl opened her lips.

A sound came from her lips.

The originally noisy voice bounced out of his consciousness in an instant, and at this moment his hearing was like receiving an oracle, only taking her voice into his ears.

"It's not right. 」

That was the imminent negation of what was done to him.

"It's not fate. 」

That's for the negation of what he's about to do next.

The girl said these words only and handed out something to the boy.

"So there's no right answer, and the road is not smooth. 」

What is being handed to him is not salvation, but something that is attached to his destiny in life.

At the same time, it is also an option.

"It's something that only you can do. 」

An unmistakable tone.

"No matter what kind of future, it will lead to the same end...... But if you had to choose, which one would you choose?"

As she spoke, the girl's knees bent, and her beautiful face lowered to stare at the boy.

Probably to listen to the choices made by the teenager who has lost his strength.

The boy smiled, and then, naturally, said his answer.

「————」

I don't remember what that answer was, but after saying that, I didn't seem to care about everything in the world.

That is, definitely, the most heartfelt answer to myself at that time.

"I see. 」

Hearing the young man's answer, she only said this sentence.

What kind of expression did the girl have when she said that? But starting with this sentence, she began to make a move.

The slender wrist moved, and she grabbed the teenager's neckline without paying any attention to the filth that was sticking to the wrist.

The thin wrist naturally lifted the upper body of the young man.

The other hand touched his cheek, causing him to look upward.

The eyes of the two men intertwined.

Struggle to concentrate the chaotic consciousness.,Want to see the facial features of the girl in your dream.。

And the girl is also seriously looking at the appearance of the teenager.

In this brief moment-

The eyes were as clear as crystal, as if they had seen through his face thoroughly.

It's like I want to confirm something.

It's like trying to recall something.

It's like I want to keep him in my mind forever and never forget.

And then—

She had a sad expression.

Although he didn't say anything, he didn't even make any sound, but he couldn't seem to suppress his emotions.

…… Why did she put on this expression?

"I'm sorry. 」

…… Why did she apologize?

When I thought about this sentence, my body felt pain from the second impact.

- A sword pierced through his body.

The hand of the girl who had touched his cheek just now was holding the sword.

The girl held the sword in one hand, as if it were a matter of course. The sword was now in his chest.

Unable to comprehend the current situation, unable to think at a speed that could keep up with the development of things, the blood flowing up from the lungs was flowing from the mouth with pain.

"I'm sorry. 」

The girl apologized again, and then spoke.

"I'll get to you no matter how far away I'm going to go the rest of the journey, so—"

The girl's voice came to his ears more clearly than before, and when he noticed it, the girl was closer to him.

She let go of the hand that grasped the boy, and instead of supporting her body, it was the sword that pierced through her body.

The girl's free fingers wiped the blood from the boy's mouth, and then lifted his chin with her hand.

The consciousness that had been focused on touching his fingertips moved upwards with his gaze.

In this way, the girl's face is close to the eyes.

In the next instant, a third stab blast pierced his body.

That is, the impact of a small touch.

But it couldn't have been more profound.

The girl's lips touched his.

- Kiss.

"—Wait for me, Sword. 」

At the moment of kissing the girl who fell in love at first sight, the boy lost consciousness.

The long sword, which seemed to use Kenya's chest as a scabbard, seemed to reflect the distance between the girl and the boy, and sank deep into his body.

It was at that time that the boy finally remembered part of his name.

And think back again.

The fact that he was once dead.