54 – radio

”Huh!”

Like people who suffer from nightmares, she also hurriedly got up, as if being chased by something.

They say that the dreams you dream while sleeping fade as time goes by, and the dreams you want to achieve become clearer as time passes.

In her case, it was the opposite.

The nightmare I wanted to forget became clearer day by day, and the earnest wish I wanted to achieve only grew blurry day by day.

She had always avoided quiet sleep, where dreams were likely to emerge.

”Whoa…”

Covering his face with both hands was an unconscious act.

Even if he didn’t look in the mirror, it was obvious that his face would be ugly and far from the ideal he had been pursuing.

It took some time to return to its usual perfect state.

”Well!”

match. She patted her cheek vigorously with both hands and cheered up.

If it was normal, even this much would have lit up my mind.

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Judging from the fact that there was still a hazy fog in her consciousness, it seemed that she had some alcohol left.

drunk?

One trivial question flickered in my hazy consciousness. She tilted her head.

Because she was the one who firmly promised that she would become the ideal hero everyone envyed.

He was naturally aware of his own flaws, which he shouldn’t show off in front of others.

being weak in alcohol.

Because he is so vulnerable to alcohol that even if he drinks just three or four drinks, his memory of the day is completely lost.

It’s pretty much the theory that he doesn’t even bring alcohol near his mouth.

Drinking until you lose your mind? It really couldn’t have been anything more mysterious.

Could it be that all of this is someone’s evil ploy aimed at weakening himself?

Around the time that reasonable doubts appeared in her mind.

Chijik. Jijik.

annoying noise.

A grotesque noise that could hardly be considered anything of this world caught her consciousness indiscriminately.

Eventually, she tried to follow the subject of the sound with her eyes, but it was unnecessary effort.

It was already right in front of her nose.

For example, like when the picture of a picture play that has not yet been read is instantly transferred to the next paragraph by the hand of the narrator.

As if it had been there from the beginning, without any signs or signs.

it made an appearance

small wooden box.

No, it was something that looked exactly like a wooden box.

A wooden sculpture in the shape of a straight rectangle.

Round metal fittings the size of buttons were attached to the front, and the upper part was decorated with two strange metal sticks reminiscent of insect antennae.

It was impossible to even guess its use from its appearance.

It boasted an unusual appearance that did not match any object she had ever seen.

One thing was clear: it was an artificial sculpture created by someone.

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Jijik. Chijik.

And before long, it started talking to her.

[hello. warrior. I-]

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Kwajik!

However, the words did not come to an end.

Her sturdier capital had shattered the suspicious object in an instant.

”Whoa…”

A tired sigh.

Even in front of a strange situation that would have taken an ordinary person’s bewilderment, she was embarrassed, but not embarrassed.

that.

That unidentified object with the name ‘Radio’.

It was an object that had often appeared in her dreams lately.

She is now, less awake, herself a dreamer. I thought I was looking at something so-called.

”This is why it is said that alcohol is the source of all diseases… Things that have only appeared in dreams so far are showing up in reality… I unintentionally threw a fist…”

An exaggerated theatrical tone that has stuck to your mouth before you know it.

When she first started speaking in this tone, both her sister and herself felt very awkward.

I’ve been through many embarrassing experiences as a result.

Now, even when she is talking to herself, this way of speaking comes out naturally, so to speak, she has reached a level where she becomes one with her character.

I don’t know if it’s right to call her change the fruit of hard work.

”I have to hurry up and get ready to start the morning…”

It was then.

”At best, you can mix things up even in real life, isn’t it a little too much to start by punching out like that?”

The voice of a strange woman who seemed to tickle the nape of her neck awakened her consciousness in an instant.

Right after that, the intense sense of crisis that hit her thoughts gave her a reasonable justification for swinging a sword, a defense that could have seemed violent at first glance.

After undergoing rigorous training, it is safe to say that her existing senses have far surpassed the human realm.

It was a reasonable decision based on the judgment that the unfamiliar person who had taken it so easily and talked to him so calmly could not be an ordinary person.

”Big team! Downa! Are you an intruder–”

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Just then, her sword, which she swung while alerting her colleagues of the crisis, stopped in the air.

It was because right after she twisted her body, the unbelievable sight that unfolded before her eyes stopped her thinking.

”I missed you. my daughter”

was the mother

who gave birth to him The one who protects and caresses.

And, the abandoned person.

It was because the person I once missed madly appeared as it was in my memory.

It was only a fleeting moment, but it was helpless to lose her strength in the knife she was holding.

No matter what great hero he is, he is just someone’s cute child the moment he is born.

Because when your body and mind soften in front of the person you gave birth to, it’s like an intangible shackle imposed on all beings born in this world.

However, there are exceptions to everything.

aww

Quaang!

Suddenly, the gritted woman swung the knife.

That arrow-like sword strike mercilessly pierced the hand of something in the shape of the mother.

”Kyaaak!”

It had pierced his right palm, and it had been fastened to the wall in an instant, and right after letting go of a groan, he tossed and turned his body as if in agony.

From her anger to the tip of her head, there was not even a hint of pity to be found.

”Welcome magic! Or, a doppelganger! Unfortunately, it won’t work for me!”

”hahahaha! You’re so cold-hearted! Even if it’s just the appearance, you can try to kill a being in the form of your mother! this this! I like you even more! ah! By the way, don’t worry, I didn’t mean to say that I have a rational crush.”

”If you have time to speak casually, please reveal your identity and purpose. If you don’t like having an extra hole in your body.”

He must have been the one holding the hilt.

It is rather the other side whose hand was pierced that I feel mental composure.

It was around the time when she felt an uncharacteristic nervousness about that irrational contradiction.

”ha····. That’s sad····. I just want you to be my vessel… He wouldn’t even allow us to chat for a while…

”bowl····?”

”Yes! A bowl! Just the other day, one of my friends is bragging all the time that she’s finally found a dish that’s just right for her taste! How envious that was! Half a century ago, I wished I had a bowl like that! therefore····.”

”That’s all you’re talking about! Please reveal your original purpose and identity right now! Before my patience runs out!”

”Hmm… I just want to chat with you for a moment… Why are you angry… After all, isn’t it okay to look like this…”

He suddenly brought his left hand to his face and brushed it away with a sinister smile.

It’s like an employee of a theatrical company who pulls up the curtain that was opened for a while to keep the stage tidy as soon as the play starts.

That fluid movement, like flowing water, was so good that her vigilance, which had been fiercely alerted to the invasion of an unknown assailant, was turned away.

”Don’t think of doing anything stupid… Go…”

Before long, she was speechless.

Or, to be precise, her breathing, her pulse, her heart, everything that could prove she was alive seemed to have stopped.

If what you just experienced was the suspension of your thoughts, you could say that the stillness of the present moment is the bleaching of your thoughts.

”it hurts····. sick····. Hero…”

”Father····.”

Like a broken camera lens, the blue pupil constantly repeats contraction and relaxation.

Breathing fast, like someone who has just finished a marathon.

The hand holding the hilt was trembling as if it would lose it right now.

The terrible nightmare that had always haunted her, the regretful past she had closed her eyes and turned away whenever it entered her retinas.

Because it was vividly reproduced right in front of one’s nose.

The man’s face, with his right hand pierced by his own hand, weeping bitterly.

It was a face I wanted to keep in my eyes so much, and a face I never wanted to see again.

The face of a loved one writhing in pain.

”Warrior! You’re an intruder! What does that mean!”

”sister!”

It was then.

After hearing her urgent call, Dauna and Victim broke into her room belatedly.

but.

”Oh, I don’t need you guys.”

It, with the face of a priest, gave them a literal, not literary expression, a savage smile from ear to ear, and raised its index finger at them.

From that ominous behavior, the hero, who intuited a sense of crisis that he had never experienced before, hurriedly threw himself.

”Downa! Big team! You can’t come—!”

Dig!

Immediately after that, the black flash emitted from its fingers engulfed the area in an instant.