Feeling of weightlessness.

The cold wind blew through the skin, like a small but sharp knife, trying to cut off the flesh inch by inch.

In the tumbling airflow, Yuto struggled to open his eyes. The boy he had held his hand was an arm's length down, staring up at him, his mouth open and closed, as if he were saying something to him aloud.

Falling from a high altitude, the air currents are raging.

At this moment, Youdou's ears could only hear the sound of wind ringing in his ears. He couldn't hear a word of the boy's words.

Seeing that he was at a loss, the young man no longer spoke in vain, but only grabbed Youdou's hand with his backhand and pulled it hard.

With this force, the boy narrowed the distance between the two, and then, firmly encircled Yudou into his arms.

Rapid fall.

It seems that the never-ending feeling of falling into the air suddenly stops after I don't know how long it lasts.

Boom –

I don't know if it was the light plane of the roof or the tent was knocked out of a large crater, and the trend of the two of them only lingered slightly for a second, and then continued to accelerate, hitting the hard ground.

The huge impact caused Yuto to faint instantly, and when he woke up again, he felt as if a hand was on his forehead, testing the temperature.

"You're awake."

The blurry moonlight cast into his eyes, and Youdou focused on the distance, and saw the face of the person in front of him clearly through the hazy shimmer.

It was the boy who had fallen with him.

Clean eyes, soft smile.

Inexplicable...... Somewhat familiar.

"Who are you?"

Hearing Yuto's inquiry, the boy blinked, and the hand against his forehead moved away with a thoughtful expression.

"I ...... Who is it? ”

He tilted his head and looked up at the large pit in the ceiling.

"I am ......"

There was a faint meow of a cat beside him.

"Meow~"

The boy withdrew his gaze.

"Izona...... Society. ”

"My name is Izanasha," the boy smiled again, shallow, like a feather sliding through his sensitive heart, "You just fell from the ceiling, and it really scares me." ”

“……？”

Yuto noticed something strange.

Why did this boy named Izana who fell from the airship with him say, "You fell from above and scared me"? It was as if the man had been down there and was just a bystander.

"Meow~"

With the cat's meow sounding again, Youdou was in a trance for a while, and felt that what had just happened was nothing strange.

"How can there be a sound inside-" A brown-haired girl in uniform pushed the door open and looked at them in surprise, "...... you"

"Meow-"

"Ah...... Be... Izona... She-kun, there are ......" The brown-haired girl's gaze swept over the words on Yuto's kimono, "Silver...... Monarch? Why are you here? …… Wow, what's going on with this hole in the roof!? ”

Izanasha picked up the little milk cat that was running after the tail, hooked his index finger and scratched its chin: "Just now, Bai Yinjun went to the roof to bask in the moon...... The roof was not strong, and it fell. ”

Lean down and place the kitten on the ground. Seeing that the kitten stuck to his shoes and refused to leave, Izanasha reluctantly rubbed the kitten's head, picked it up again, and let it lie on his shoulder.

"I don't know if the fall was serious, and I was scratched on my face...... Would it be better to go to the school doctor and have a look? ”

His gaze kept on Youdou, with a shallow concern and an indescribable emptiness.

Yuto finally determines that the weirdness before is not his delusion.

He couldn't help but look at the little milk cat in Izonasha's arms.

- This cat seems to have the ability to tamper with memories.

In addition to this discovery, Yuto also noticed changes in himself.

The ability to think, the rational logic, and the more and more common sense that seems to be instinctive, no longer need the aid of instruments.

He seems to ...... It's getting more and more like a human.

He didn't know what the reason for all this was, but he didn't hate it.

"I'm not called Silver, I'm called Youdou." Yuto stood up and found that his body seemed to be protected by a force except for a little pain, and he was not seriously injured.

The brown-haired girl was puzzled for half a second, and then quickly showed a determined look: "Yes, yes, of course I know that Bai Yinjun's real name is Youdou." But we all like to call Youdou Baiyinjun, it's easy to say for a while, don't care about Youdoujun. ”

She turned to Izanasha, "She-kun, let's help Yuto-kun to the infirmary together, falling from such a high place still makes people feel at ease." ”

Yuto glanced at the little milk cat curled up in a ball, and didn't say much.

was helped by the two to go to the school hospital, the school doctor nagged and instructed while taking medicine, and the other two kept helping to talk, time gradually passed, and soon it was time to sleep.

"Okay, the wound treatment is ok, remember to come over tomorrow to rub the medicine, and don't get the wound on your face wet." The school doctor yawned and kicked them out of the infirmary.

"It's not too early, Shejun and Youdoujun go back and rest, I should go back too."

"Thank you, Kikuri."

"Thank you......"

"Say thank you. Next time, you should be careful, don't do such a dangerous thing. ”

Yuto nodded, and a brown-haired girl named Kikuri waved goodbye to them.

"See you tomorrow!"

Yuto walked behind Izana and followed him around to an extremely remote room.

Open the door, and the cleaning robot sweeps the floor back and forth, and there are words in his mouth.

Yuto stared at the hard-working robot, and the memory fragment of Yuri Miwa that had been forcibly poured into his mind flashed through his mind, and he unconsciously stopped and fell into a brief distraction.

Izanasha, who was helping the kitten smooth its hair, looked back in confusion: "Yuto? ”

"What's the matter?"

"......" Izana choked up, came over and pulled him into the room, closing the door, "I see you're a little absent-minded...... That's why I called you. ”

As a result, I was asked "what's the matter with you", which was really ......

A feeling of déjà vu seemed to flash through his mind, but Izana didn't care, and pushed Yuto into the bathroom: "Hurry up and wash up, and then have a good rest, huha...... So sleepy. ”

Sitting at a low table with a cat in her arms, Izana propped up her jaw and bored looking at the live wallpaper on the wall.

The petals swirl around the stamens, round and round, in line with the regular ticking of the wall clock.

Soon, his eyelids were getting heavier.

When Yuto came out after washing, he saw Izanasha sleeping crooked on the low table with one hand on his jaw.

The kitten he was holding on his lap was also sleeping soundly. Yuto carefully picked up the cat and placed it on a warm cushion. He put one hand on Izanasha's arm, and the other passed under his knee and carried him to the bed.

Since there was only one bed in this room, he pushed Izana to the innermost part and lay down on the outside.

When I closed my eyes, my perception became clearer and clearer, and somewhere in the distance, it was as if there was a bright light emitting a dazzling light, becoming the only striking point in the darkness.

"Dresden Stone Plate ......," Yuto muttered unconsciously, falling into a heavy sleep.

###

February 15, 1945. Germany.

On the banks of the Elbe, Dresden, which was bombed beyond recognition, was full of broken walls, mountains of corpses and a sea of blood.

The once beautiful and rich city has been transformed into a monstrous beast, stepping on the blood-red river, roaring silently, conveying the heaviest fears and despairs.

There are no living people.

Only the pungent smell of the explosion, the blood and scorching smell that hung over the sky.

Whether it is forward or backward, there are only black, gray and red in the field of vision.

If hell really exists in Hadith...... That's what it looks like.

The teenage boy clutched his injured left arm and staggered forward. Even though exhaustion and pain made his face turn pale, he kept moving forward, kept moving forward, desperately trying to get out of this hell.

I don't know how long he walked, but before he lost too much blood and went into shock and fell unconscious, he finally stopped next to a half-meter-high gravel.

A silver-haired young man slumped on top of a rock, his clothes in tatters and a mess. The young man's eyes were almost out of focus, and he sat motionless, as if all his soul had been drained. If it weren't for the fact that his chest was still fluctuating faintly and there were no obvious injuries on his body, the boy would have thought he was dead.

From the east to the west of the city, this was the first living person the boy saw.

Compared to the boy who was scarred, unconscious of his legs and feet, and stiff like a zombie, the uninjured youth was more like a walking corpse.

Boys actually recognize youth.

He was an important researcher at the nearby Military Research Institute, a scientific genius who graduated from the Dresden Military Academy, Adolf K. Wiezmann.

Also a genius in the research department of the Dresden Military Academy, the boy had the privilege of auditing the research of the Wizmann siblings on the relics (Dresden stone plates), from which he benefited greatly, and he was extremely impressed by this Mr. Wizmann.

- There are still people alive.

- He is not the only one left in this hell.

The consciousness of being on the verge of the limit is fixed on these last two sentences.

The boy's vision was quickly invaded by the shadows, but before he could fall, a cold hand grabbed him.

"Also...... Alive......? A clear trill male voice came from far away, low and hoarse, like the last ray of hope drowned in great grief.

A cold hand reached into the boy's forehead. A soft, silvery-white light slowly condensed and sank into the boy's body along the palm of his hand.

The consciousness that was about to fall into darkness was surrounded by a moon-like silver light.

With unchanging and indestructible power, lock in the continuous loss of vitality.

No matter where the Grim Reaper is, he cannot take this last life from him.

###

The morning sun shines in.

Yuto opened his eyes, and a cold hand was resting on his forehead.

His mind was still immersed in the mud of dreams, and he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality for a while.

"It's nice that I didn't have a fever."

“……”

The owner of the hand moved his hand away and moved closer to his face.

"What's wrong? Does it still hurt? ”

"Izona...... Society? ”

"It's really unaccustomed to being called by the full name so bluntly. Call me Izana or She. ”

“……”

"Speaking of which, what is Yuto's full name, I seem to have accidentally forgotten." It's a little embarrassing for anyone to say it, but it's incredibly natural for him to say.

A little shy, with a little apology, it doesn't need more words and expressions to make people feel sincere, and it doesn't feel offended by his words in the slightest.

Yuto wanted to say that he didn't have a surname, but when he spoke, for some reason it became: "Miwa...... My surname is Miwa. ”

He could clearly see that Izanasha's pupils had shrunk suddenly.

Then, as if it were been

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