"Is it over?" The guy who opened his eyes from a slightly squinted state, Rukawa Winter Night said that he didn't listen carefully before, maybe he accidentally fell asleep.

"That's it." Shaking off the weak white of his eyes, Mitarai, who knew that he couldn't do anything, could only pour out his dissatisfaction in this way.

"Well, it's a ~~~ touching story."

"Don't, don't say it, when it comes out of your mouth, it always feels like my life has been blasphemed."

Winter Night seemed to be a rare perfunctory thing, but even such a perfunctory party refused.

"Wouldn't it be nice that you would die with such blasphemy? Otherwise, it will be resurrected. ”

"If it's a third-rate storyline, at this time, it's probably all after the marquee of memories, the protagonist inexplicably regains his strength, and then gets rid of the desperate situation of death or something."

"I don't know where you saw the story, but I may not be the protagonist, so I should take your desecration of me to death, and meet the sad fate."

"That's right, after all, you're going to die now, and that's just because you're a supporting character."

"Although I have similar realizations myself, I always feel uncomfortable to be told by you like this."

"Are you angry?"

"Shouldn't you be angry when you are said to be like this?"

"Well, I seem to have gone a little too far."

"You're pretty self-aware, aren't you?"

Conversations are going well, time is slipping away, and seasons may be changing.

The season of the bleak autumn wind has passed, ushering in the scene of wind and snow after the winter solstice, the scene of ice and snow, and the time when the early winter has just arrived, seems to be heralding the death that is about to come.

"Sure enough, from the beginning of the year, I always felt very uncomfortable."

"What's wrong? Any questions? ”

Faced with the winter night that suddenly expressed his emotions, Mitarai naturally asked him why, of course, it was a kind of naturalness that was maintained even in the face of the stares of the winter night.

"What's wrong with what? What is the problem? ”

"So, that's it."

"Tone, attitude! Whatever it is, it doesn't feel like you're the usual you. ”

What do you say with a serious face? Just like you know me very well, while thinking about the words of not admitting defeat in your heart, you naturally showed a wry smile on your face.

"Even if I want to be angry, I can't talk a little louder, I feel like I'm going to die at any moment when I gasp for a little bit of breath."

"So, it's not surprising that people may change before they die!"

He explained, and what he gave was a very natural reason, a very convincing reason, a reason that would be believed.

But.

"Or maybe, this kind of you is the normal you, and there is such a possibility, right?"

"So it's not that you've changed, it's that you've returned to your normal you, and that's what I'm trying to say."

Winter Night's eyes have changed, and they are very serious, and they have seen similar gazes so far, and people who have received similar gazes, he, they have all seen through. People can't help but start to care, what is the human face reflected in these black eyes and black pupils?

"Ordinary you, you who have always been in front of me, are in disguise! It's a big grin, competitive, and occasionally simple to the point where it's easy to be taken advantage of.,It's also the image you want me to see.。 ”

"The real you, you may be proud, but you seem to keep this pride in your heart, you may be calm, but you see this calmness as the wisdom above others, you have not changed since before, and the arrogant lifestyle you have is only hidden deeper."

“·······”

Silence,In the face of Winter Night's unilateral self-righteous inference,Obviously, as long as he opens his mouth to veto, he can give him a certain degree of self-confidence damage.,But there's no way.,Mitarai clearly knows.,There is no way to veto yourself who obeys his heart.。

Submit to the weakness of the heart, the fear of being seen through, the pride of the heart, the pride of not being able to go, and the pride of not wanting to deny the facts. Pride and inferiority pushed themselves into the situation of being generalized.

"In the end, it's just self-satisfaction."

"But even if it's self-satisfaction, I don't hate it anymore, I don't hate me like this."

Even self-satisfaction is a kind of expectation in a sense, so at this moment, I just fulfilled my expectation and died, such an ending.

It's not perfect at all.

~~~~~~

"What will you do after that?"

"What?"

Didn't understand the meaning of the question he asked, so wondered about the winter night.

"What would you do? Wait until I'm dead. ”

"You're dead, will you still know if what I'm saying is true or not?"

"Then I can only ask you to tell me the truth as much as possible."

The eyes, which could be closed at any time, are now facing the pupils that flickered on the fire in the winter night.

"I'll go back to the village, after all, if you are a traitor or something, it feels like there will be no future."

"Really? As a result, did you still choose the most difficult path? ”

"After that, you don't need to be a dead person to care."

"Yes, from now on, I will be freed, and the troubles in the future have nothing to do with me."

The voices of the two gradually subsided, and then the faint sound finally shone brightly in the silence.

Beside the fire, in the firelit space, the aqua blue blade was being sharpened again and again on the smooth stones.

The immature face, with the expressionless on it, meticulously repeats that he sharpens the blade, exuding an aura that is even colder than that of the imminent death, which makes people involuntarily think that maybe the blood on his body is cold!

"Tell me, your last words, I may be kind enough to convey them for you."

"I don't want to die at all."

Although he said words that had no fighting spirit and would be considered cowardly, such truthfulness only added to the real feeling that he was about to die.

"No, you're going to die sooner or later."

Saying such a thing was not based on intimidation, but I don't know when it had penetrated his chest, gathered a puddle of blood that spread around Mitarai, and he would die, and he had reached a stage where even abstract beings such as willpower could not be tolerated.

"Is that all the last words?"

"Don't worry, there's one more sentence."

"Really?"

"Yes."

There is no nutritious dialogue, but the peaceful atmosphere can't hide the murderous aura that fills the small space at some point.

"Kill me!" He roared, and at last, all the power cried.

"~~~~~~ as you wish."

As always, under the calm and lifeless tone, he quickly and without hesitation pulled out the kunai that was within reach, and the black-red and stinky blood splashed on his face, and in the pupils of his eyes, the contraction of his subconscious eyes was stopped.

Instead, in the moment when the pupils were deliberately widened, the aqua blue light shone through the darkness, and then pierced the extremely fragile flesh for it, cut through the hardest bones of the human body, and pierced the most important heart of the human body, and then, completely declared death!

~~~~~~

Death, rather than an accidental, unpredictable death, I prefer to meet this kind of chronic death at this moment, that is, a death that may not die until the blood runs dry.

If I had to say why, it wasn't that I liked constant pain, it was that I liked choice.

What I hate is the inevitability of being condemned by death, and I, the fact that Mitarai is bound to die.

If I hate the inevitability of death, then I should be braver and more fearless in my pursuit of escaping death and getting a chance to survive.

But it's a pity!

It's impossible!

I'm going to die, not because I'm not the main character, I'm just a supporting character, it's because I'm bored, but because death is inevitable, and I understand the result.

So, what I chose was my choice of death.

I chose, he accepted, I chose not to die without knowing anything, not doing nothing, not controlling anything, but what I chose was what I knew and I could do, what I could control, the death that came through his hand.

Death is necessary, the result is the only one, but I manipulated it and chose death.

That's my arrogance, and I don't want to be in front of him.

Even until he is about to die, he will only speak words in his heart.

Thank!

Thank you to him for the tenderness of the Rukawa winter night!