In the dream world, Yakumo Murasa has been thinking about a problem that she cares about very much. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Saigo Yuko, she doesn't have the slightest memory of Gensokyo, and Hakuri Reimu and others not only have memories of Gensokyo, but also have the feelings of those characters who match Gensokyo.

Only I am more special.

While she has memories, she doesn't have the feelings of that Yakumo Murasaki.

She had been wondering about this until now. But now she has guessed the reason for this.

When the dream world is opened, according to Hakuri Reimu and others, it will fulfill the wishes of some people who want to redeem something. The fact that Yuyuko's will has been handed down to him and that Yuko's father is still alive is a strong piece of evidence.

Yakumo Zi once guessed that her wish was to live with Yutong Shiai. To be honest, she was a little puzzled because her wish in that world was this, and she was a little puzzled about whether this relationship really belonged to hers or to that Yakumo Murasaki.

But she knows it today.

"The dream should wake up."

Yakumo Zi's smile bloomed in front of Yutong Shiai like a flower, but she spat out such words.

"Let's go back, Ten Loves. Let's go back to Gensokyo. ”

Yes, there is only one explanation for the reason why there are memories but no feelings.

Yakumo deceives herself.

At the same time as he said this, the liquid in Yutong Shiai's eyes began to slide from the corners of his eyes. With these tears slid down all that Yakumo saw, the houses, the furniture, and everything that he saw through the window, the world, like a mural painted with inferior paint, washed away by a torrential rain, and the patches of color dissolved in the invisible water, sliding down the invisible frame into the invisible gap.

The whole world seems to be occupied by a pure white world like a white paper, and everywhere you see it, there is such a dusty scene.

Yakumo Zi smiled and looked at the boy who was crying in this world.

In a world where nothing exists, only a warm soft white light, the girl with long blond hair smiles, while the boy with black hair weeps in pain. The two of them looked at each other, their purple eyes deep and gentle, and their black eyes wet and sour.

“…… Why?"

Yutong Shiai looked at the girl with some puzzlement.

Why did he do all this for this girl, but in the end he was rejected by the other party. Didn't she say that she likes this kind of life very much?

It was the boy who worked hard for this quiet and peaceful daily life for the girl that he was told that he didn't need to do this.

This is completely unacceptable to him, like he is saying that he loves you while stabbing a dagger into your chest.

"If you want to say why, ten loves."

Yakumo's smile is as sweet as honey, as if trying to use this smile to smooth out the bitterness of Yutong Shiai. Her eyes are as crystal clear and magnificent as amethysts, and at a glance they look like real magical amethysts, which will suck people's eyes into them and never get rid of them.

These are the eyes that only youkai sages have.

She looked at her creation, the creation she had left behind before Gensokyo, and sighed in satisfaction.

"Dreams are so beautiful, but if you keep lying on the bed and recalling your dreams, if you don't get up to force yourself to struggle and work hard, then dreams will always be dreams. And this overly good dream will only become an obstacle for you, a fence for you, and make you afraid to face everything that really belongs to you. ”

She raised her head and looked at Yutong Shiai.

"Ten loves, everything that really belongs to you, I want the real you to accept."

"The Real Me ......"

Yutong Shiai laughed miserably and shook her head.

"Lord Yakumo, the real me, aren't you erasing it? Didn't you, who existed to open up that world for you, be denied by yourself? ”

He pleaded with a burnt smile on his face and the fear of seeing the last thing he wanted. He who trapped Yakumo Purple here will no longer be needed by Yakumo Murasaki.

As soon as he thought of this, the black flames that erupted from his heart burned violently in his heart. The scorching heat flowed through Yutong Shiai's body, fueled by his body and fueled by his soul, as if a corn stalk was burning in a blazing fire.

Yutong Shiai didn't be able to shed tears this time, and the last tears seemed to be burned under this dark and sticky feeling.

He opened his mouth slightly.

"I still remember the power of the world that night you faced. I still remember that song you sang. Yakumo-sama, do I really not have a glimmer of hope to follow you? ”

He seemed to be self-deprecating, and as if he was making a statement, and a relaxed look spread across his face.

"Ah, Gensokyo, what a beautiful place, what a place where you can live leisurely, what a place where fantasy people hide from the denial of the world."

As he said this, he seemed to think of the land again, the humans who didn't understand anything but were causing trouble for Yakumo Murasaki, the goblins who played every day, the youkai who used the rules of spell cards for entertainment, and the witch who got by.

Relaxed, stable, laid-back, bland.

Gentle Township Hero Moka.

In this gentle, quiet, beautiful, stable and peaceful paradise, Yakumo gave up her past dreams.

The future she had agreed with her creation was gone.

The black flame in Yutong Shiai's eyes was beating, and he couldn't understand the feelings brought by this flame, but he was letting this feeling flow freely, just like a cold-eyed spectator.

"Yakumo-sama, I said I wouldn't forget that rainy night."

He looked at Yakumo Purple who didn't say a word, his eyes were like a fuse, and the pitch-black flames were also transmitted, leaving only a smile that burned flesh and blood.

Then he closed his eyes, as if he could go back to that day, and see the dark clouds that were like thousands of clouds stacked on top of each other to crush the earth, hear the wind that seemed to blow off his ears from the distant and dead earth, and see the lightning that walked through the clouds like a dragon.

"A person who still faces the whole world unrelentingly, singing that song, that is what I know Yakumo-sama, and the first time I came to this world, it was Yakumo-sama's smile."

It's like that smile reappearing in front of him, and Yutong Shiai finally showed a smile.

"That smile, that Yakumo-sama, I like it the most. For the sake of Lord Yakumo, for your wishes, I am willing to live in this world, even if I bite those fantasies that live in the same pitiful world, even if I become a chewer, even if I attack the Vatican, I am willing, I live for the dream of Lord Yakumo, this is my greatest pride. ”

Then he put away his smile and looked up at the girl with his dark, cloudy, ink-like eyes. His face was a little blank, and the look in his eyes was dead.

"Why does Yakumo-sama want me to live in Gensokyo, Yutong Shiai obviously can't accept any other meaning of existence except to become your sword and break the shackles of this world for you."

Yakumo Zi kept not saying a word, looking at Yutong Shiai, with a flat expression on his face.

Yutong Shiai is also not polite, he knows that this may be Yakumo Zi's last tenderness to himself.

A sword that will turn against the master will naturally be disposed of.

Yutong Shiai thought of this, and he no longer had any scruples when he spoke. He thought of the seemingly peaceful and beautiful scenes in Gensokyo.

"Awesome, Yakumo-sama, Gensokyo."

He smiled wryly, then dyed his pitch-black flames with anger.

"Why couldn't you lift your head that night, why did you sing that song in such a desperate night, and now be so hesitant? I never thought that such a powerful Lord Yakumo would bow his head in front of me and not say a word. Ah, Yakumo-sama, I especially can't accept this! ”

The viscous liquid flame seeped out of the pores, burning Yutong Shiai from the inside out. He didn't have the excitement of that night, but looked at Yakumo Murasaki even more desperately.

"Why have you become so weak, why have you lost even the courage to draw your sword against the world. Sure enough, it's still because of Gensokyo, right? ”

His eyebrows tightened and his fists clenched.

The girl standing in the rainy night, the girl who faced the end of the world alone, was no longer the girl he remembered.

She loves the tranquility of Gensokyo, and faces the world alone for the comfort of others.

Even if it can't be forever.

She used to be so that all the youkai could raise their heads and walk confidently in any corner of the world, but now she is greedy for this corner of peace and throws a mouse, afraid of failure, and just blindly maintains the existence of Gensokyo.

He raised his eyes, looked at Yakumo Purple with a calm expression on his face, and gritted his teeth.

"If Yakumo-sama became like this because of Gensokyo, abandoned his past dreams, and was so struggling to survive, such a Gensokyo, such a Gensokyo, it would be better to ......"

Then he suddenly bit his lower lip, even though the teeth were deeply embedded in his lips, revealing blood.

It's better to ruin it.

He couldn't say it after all. Although his reason has collapsed, his respect and love for Yakumo Zi made him not have the courage to deny the other party.

And Yakumo Zi seemed to think of the second half of the words that he swallowed hard, and his eyes became trembling.

"Only you, ten loves."

She shook her head with a hint of bitterness.

"I don't want you to say that."

PS: Well, Che-chan touches his head.

Only this sentence, only you, can never say it.

Oh, really, if I say it, I'd like to slap him in the face.