Sitting outside the tent in the infirmary, he didn't have the heart to care about the thin layer or two of material in his shoes and pants, which was sticking to the snow. The head hidden in the crook of the arm shook from time to time, rubbing intimately against the sleeve of the shirt, as if it was about to secretly dry the tears, but it could not be wiped clean, and it seemed that it wanted to dig its head deeper into the arms.

It seems that in this world, Wei Er is a wonderful way to escape from depression.

Salo could not resist the urgency of the empty almost pleading, and when she really opened her mouth, it was as if she had experienced everything that had happened to Urfa herself, and she explained in detail that this fragile boy was strong day by day. Or Urfa, who came secretly with his wounds, or he who was carried by him who fainted due to his wounds and weariness, and how many wounds he left behind, and where there were new wounds and old scars, and the words that came from the mouth of little Urfa, begging him to hide all this...... Sara said, as if she had reread a book many times. The wrinkled face of the old woman, the distress that gradually overflowed because of her words, was not much less empty than being a listener.

"Enough..."

Sora bit his lip and endured it, opened the curtain, and the tear ducts collapsed at the moment when the cold wind stung his face. He couldn't listen anymore, and in just a few minutes, he was suddenly instilled with too many things that could stimulate him, as if the cold air that was far beyond the cold outside was gradually seeping into his veins, enough to suffocate him slowly.

But what really tormented him was that he didn't know about it all along, and he was ashamed to think that he had brought him a stable and worry-free life.

I, wasn't I the one closest to him? The empty brain was whipped by thought, and my body curled up.

"When I was young, shouldn't it be the toy that I cherished the most, and what children at this age loved to hide and not share with others?"

The empty and thin body was quiet in the cold air for a moment, and he suddenly pulled his sleeves hard, rubbed his whole face, and then like a cooled machine regaining its working power, he stood up sharply.

But he was slammed back by some force.

"Who?" he looked back in surprise.

"Want to sneak to the training ground again?" the familiar voice hung overhead, and the owner of the voice seemed to confirm that he would not struggle to stand up again after passing through the air, before withdrawing the hand that pressed on his shoulder, "The door has just been locked with a new lock, and these days, the door lock is a common thing, and there is no time to make it in batches, and it is all used for the old goods at the bottom of the stack." ”

The empty head twisted back and muttered an apology. He didn't have to raise his neck to see the face above his head, and the days he spent on the training ground were enough to remember the trainer's voice.

There was a slight noise in the snow beside him, and he felt the visitor sit down next to him.

"With this kind of crooked trick used to play smart, it's better to ......" The trainer was about to blurt out a templated reprimand, and the lips with the old scars at the corners of his mouth were stiffly closed, blocking back, "It's nothing, you, you've worked hard enough......" After that, the air was embarrassingly silent, and the man wanted to change his sentence to return to the atmosphere, but it was obvious that he was born with a knife and a gun, and he didn't have any art of speech.

"Don't go tonight," the trainer opened his mouth bluntly, giving up the euphemism, and his tone was serious, but not harsh, "go back to bed, don't think about it after the next day or the third day, and get a good night's sleep." ”

"Do you know why I'm willing to give you the medicine secretly, no knight deserves this kind of treatment, not even the captains," said the trainer, "and the best thing you should do now is to get a good night's sleep and forget everything." ”

Staring at the ground in a daze, he naturally knew what the trainer meant, and on the same training ground, why could he enjoy it, as a knight who was strict with himself, he couldn't enjoy it. He also knows that no matter how fast others say he is making progress, he is always at the bottom of the team. Of course he knew, the time limit was approaching, and the distance between himself and achieving the goal was separated by thousands of mountains and seas, and the other party came to persuade him to give up.

Maybe what the other party said is right, maybe living in this world and enjoying all the comforts as much as possible is the ultimate goal of many people.

But there are many people who will never be able to do it, let themselves be immersed in the busyness, human beings will always carry something, that is their past, it may be a scar of shame to forget, some more important than life, a memory engraved in the bottom of the heart. It may often make us suffer from memories, but it also keeps us going.

At least not empty.

"Are you denying me?" Sora broke the silence, and the trainer was abruptly stunned, "Don't the trainers have anything that can't be left behind?" he said again, and the trainer was stunned again.

The man unconsciously pressed the corners of his mouth with his thumb, he just wanted to persuade, and there was no more meaning, at the moment he was afraid that he might really oversay and cause a child to be cranky, even though he felt that he had tried his best.

As for the rest of the story, he just pressed his thumb harder.

Then, he wanted to speak, he wanted to say that although the war was terrible, we were all fighting with all our might, he wanted to say that we would definitely end the war, and the place that prevented us from living would become more difficult and broken, and he wanted to say that he would promise empty on behalf of all the knights, and one day everyone would have a good life, so he could rest assured that there was no need to torture himself like this...... He wanted to say, "This is our knight."

"How old are you, why bother yourself so much......" But the words he brewed on the tip of his tongue did not come out in time.

Sora spoke first, no need to rack his brains, just opened his mouth without thinking, as if what he was about to say was always in his mouth, not giving the trainer who was trying to organize the words a chance.

Sora began to tell the story of him and two people, about the greatness and efforts of those two people, about his own pain and struggle, and then about the present.

"When I slept in the almshouse bed, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't help but run outside, looking at the sky and feeling stunned, I felt that I missed those two people very much, even now. Then I was able to fall asleep, and sleep more peacefully on the snow," Sora no longer looked down at the ground, he looked up, as if his gaze had been cut through the barrier of dark clouds that covered the night sky.

The trainer didn't expect that he would listen to it, he felt that he was a reckless man, he had experienced enough, and his voice was still rough at this time, and in these few minutes, he couldn't spit out a word that was qualified to interject, so he could only let the silence of the snow night fill it.

"And then I dreamed every night, and I dreamed that those two people promised me, every night, every word......"

The lips that spoke his heart trembled, and the words were gradually mixed with sobs that he tried to restrain himself, was he the only one who was so hypocritical, or did anyone have a time when he couldn't bear it.

And he was about to tell the most important part, about the last promise given to him by the men, the most important promise given to him, to send him to this barracks, to give him the opportunity to start a new life.

"That's what they bought with their lives..."Sora grabbed the fabric of his clothes on his chest, and took a deep breath of air, as if swallowing a heavy stone and smashing down his throat.

"I apologize this time. The trainer rubbed his thumb together and said, ashamed that he had tried to persuade the child, but there was only a rash and feeble draft.

He felt that no one with a conscience would be able to do what he said before. Unconsciously, he mentally refuted his previous self.

"So my dream suddenly reversed, in the dream I saw the man standing in front of him with a spear, the wind and snow that blew beat him, and the flames of the wicked scorched him, but he stood still, leaving his back in vain," Sora became more and more excited, and his lips and teeth seemed to be touched by the non-existent wind and snow flames, "I dreamed of a beautiful world, no pain, no bad people, as if their promises had come true, and then the back of that person became a statue, standing in the center of the world, I couldn't control my pace and walked down, kneeling down ......"

Emptiness is just a truthful description, unaware of one's own dreams, like believers pursuing their faith and gaining hope, like a messianic pilgrimage that surrounds them.

"He's holding a spear, he's standing!" Sora said loudly, and the tears in his eyes were about to reflect fire and light, "I feel so relieved to look at him like that." ”

The trainer was dumbfounded, it was no longer the extent that he could forget, he only felt that in his eyes, the empty body was pressed with an incomparably deep invisible thing, the empty was just a child, he pitied the empty, but he was in awe of the invisible thing.

"If, since it is such a precious thing, shouldn't you cherish the present that their sacrifice has earned, and not go into danger, live up to it, and live well?" he was still making the last reluctance, looking for enough words to put on the table to dissuade him, which is the habit of being a knight, and a please, he does not consciously regard it as the same task.

Even if he was already disgusted with what he was doing, he was even a little annoyed.

"Urfa is like me, but I'm not like them," Sora stood up, and this time no one could press it back, "how can I be like them when I stay in a place like the almshouse refugee area." ”

The trainer suddenly understood, completely understood, what the boy in front of him was doing was a projection, those two men were his world, so he only had them in his eyes, and after they disappeared, the boy inherited everything, just like a child always acts like a teacher's parents.

Those who lead you will not be with you forever, and one day, you will be where they once were. As the two men did to him, he did to the other child, whom he regarded as a younger brother.

It's an inevitable process, it's just too fast.

"It doesn't matter if there is no training ground, I will find a way, only the assessment, I must pass. Probably thinking that there was no need to say more to the man, he straightened his back and walked in front of the man.

"Where are you going?" the training officer was entangled in the collision of two thoughts, but the source of his deep influence always didn't seem to give him more room to hesitate, so he immediately came back to his senses and tugged at the empty wrist, "There is no more spare space in the barracks to build an open field, waking up any soldier will affect tomorrow's emergency." Outside the barracks, only here is the most popular in this weather, and the wolf's lair is lurking somewhere nearby, it's too dangerous!"

"Then I can only find a way to go to the training ground, maybe there will be a way to go directly into it......" Sora listened to the man's words, but he didn't intend to do any meaningless rebuttal, and fell directly into consideration.

He didn't have the strength to resist the pull of an adult, his short body was naturally pulled at an angle, and at this moment for the trainer to sit here, there was no height difference, and the trainer could clearly look at his face.

The man didn't care that the tears on his face had long since dried up and turned into zebra stripes, he noticed the bruises on the corners of the boy's eyes, it was not the appearance of a bump, the position of injury that could not appear in physical training, even if someone was willing to secretly practice actual combat, he should not attack here.

"Your ...... Hurt"

looked at him in a daze, and when he quickly understood the other party's gaze, he tilted his head instantly, and it was not only Urfa who wanted to deliberately hide something.

"You're not going to ...... Team Dyce," and the training officer was just as quick to guess a possibility, there was a non-commissioned officer in this battalion who was capable of contribution, and many people had to admire his strength, although there were also people who secretly knew his strange temper.

The man could feel the twitching of the branch-like arm in his palm, and he didn't want to continue, and he didn't want to continue the conjecture, but he knew that the boy was indeed trying his best to find a way.

"Are you really so insistent?" the trainer let go.

"I must—" Sora nodded.

"Are you really conscious?" asked the trainer again, "in a world where everyone wants nothing more than a glimmer of peace, you are willing to take the initiative to crash into the blade of the spear?"

"Hmm. "Raise your head in the air.

"Okay, then I'll give you this thing," the training officer stood up suddenly, and in a military posture, he took out the object from his bosom and handed it down like a herald, "This is something that someone has entrusted me to give you." ”

Sora was flattered and tensed his body, and this sudden serious atmosphere hit him at a loss, and he took it formally with respectful hands like others in a trance.

It was a bundle of paper rolls, with a rough surface made of old leather, and an ink-embellished rose on the outside of the paper roll, which must have been easily shaped during the war.

"Green Rose ......" did not understand the meaning of this symbol printed on the paper scroll, but he recognized the rose itself, which was a symbol of distant hope in this world.

"What is this?" he cast, looking at him in confusion.

"Perhaps, it's an opportunity for you, but I don't dare to be arbitrary, and I'm not sure if it's really possible for you to officially become a member of this place," the trainer explained half-veiledly, "but if you can, I'll welcome you." ”

The man made a standard military posture, as if the boy in front of him was already there.

The empty side is still in the clouds, how can he usher in such a sudden change. While not forgetting to thank each other for their military posture.

"Although not at the training ground, if you still treat me as your training officer......"

"Of course!" Hearing this, Sora almost rushed to say, as if the faster he answered, the more he could prove his identity.

"Okay, then follow my orders, now, go back to bed immediately, you can only open the paper in your hand when you go back, otherwise it is considered a violation of military regulations!" The training officer raised his voice, as if everything was back on the training ground, and the empty body reflexively made movements.

Clutching the scroll of unknown things, his back shrank into the night, and the training officer stayed in place and watched, as if looking at the figure on the training ground who was trying to follow the tail of the team, weak but as if supported by a skeleton made of rock, and it has been supported.

"Wenjuan, it can't be the old guy's thoughts. In the room, which had been silent, there was finally a sound again, and Sara had been listening quietly.

"I don't quite understand, but it's what the chief knight meant, he allowed me to inspect this child, in fact, he himself must have concerns, the adult young man is fine, but after all, it is not only a rash military regulation to let a child suddenly join the army, but it will affect the arrangement," the training officer turned his back to the curtain of the tent and spoke to the voice in the room, "Who would be willing to let a child follow us into battle, I don't know when, any of us will die." ”

"Looking at the results, you should be happy with him too. The old woman laughed.

"I just, respected what I felt deserved," said the trainer, who may not have realized it, but he, a reckless man who thought he was, uttered the deepest words of his life, "This war has made the children born in this world no longer look like children." ”

There was silence in the room for a moment, and then he asked.

"What's written in that volume?"

"I didn't know that maybe that document would eventually become my responsibility, but now, it's not mine. ”