At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"... where shall we go"

I'm not going anywhere. I think I'll take a stroll, like I told your mother. Just look around, see the mediocre streets and walk.

Mediocre city. Is it really mediocre? I don't even know how far I can trust my memory and consciousness.

However, at least, I think it's smaller than the previous city and has more wooden houses.

"... even if you think about it, maybe you can't help it"

Lately, little by little, I feel like I'm getting stronger.

At the same time, I feel like something in me is fading away. I don't know what that is.

I wonder who I am. So is this power, but I really don't know anything.

Fragmented resurrection memories disappear when floating, disappear when floating, and are really useless. I'm beginning to wonder if it would be more fun to make sure of myself right now than to explore useless memories.

"... maybe this is your father's thinking"

Even myself, I don't know why I think so. But I think the majority of my thought circuits are influenced by your father's way of thinking.

Lately, I have noticed that I have unconsciously imitated the behavior of my mothers. I thought maybe I was susceptible to the creatures around me, but maybe only your father feels different.

I don't know why. I just think so.

"... I think that's why I thought of your father as your father"

When I woke up, I thought of that man as my father. I thought it was my parents.

Now that my ego is getting stronger, I have only a few questions about it. But I'm also certain it's somewhere in my mind that that would be normal.

"... but there, come on"

Your father is kind and likes it. Strong and cool. Inai, your mother loves it too. Warm and comfortable. Cigal, I like your mother too. When I call her Mother, she's a little dull, but she looks at me very closely.

I hate Haku, but I don't really understand why I hate him, and lately I feel restraint has worked better than before. I still hate it though.

"... we're together, fun"

It's fun. It's fun to be with your fathers. So, that's fine.

Be who you are with your fathers rather than who you are. I know they think I'm a dangerous creature.

I'm aware that I'm a different creature from my fathers.

I like those people. I want to be with you. So one day, I'll be a good boy so I can forget about that.

"... maybe, still, I think you're worried"

Still, even with my inner worry, my mother sent me out saying she would trust me. Dad dropped it off without stopping it.

I want to make sure you don't betray the word that you two believe. Promises are kept, properly.

I think so, I hold my hand in my chest all the time.

"... Oh, I'm doing it again"

This is Cigal Mother's well-done move. Grab both hands with your chest.

Ever since I did it, I think about that. I was wondering if I was ever going to behave like this. But soon the thought spreads.

'Cause that's not my idea.

"... I am, I am. Not you. I'm not gonna be you."

You? Who are you? The word came out of my complete unconsciousness.

I don't know what I meant or why I said it. Really, I do too much of this.

"... I don't know if I think about it, and no"

I just immersed myself in thought, and I don't get answers. In the beginning, I give up there. Trying to remember, I can't remember anything.

But, uh, something turns my head. And unconsciously speaking, I don't know what that means. Then it would be useless to think about it, no.

"... hmm?

Something flies over here. It's a ball. Something's flying.

I wonder if I can take it. It's easy with black, but I promised I wouldn't use it. Oh, but I wonder if this means protecting yourself.

But I don't think it's going to be serious if I hit it, and I still prefer not to use black.

"Bef."

When I'm not sure what to do, a ball hits my face and I get a weird voice. It hurts a little.

The ball bounces back and rolls with epilepsy.

"So, it's okay!? Sorry!?

Butterflies and a few kids come running towards me. The woman, who I think is the oldest of them all, has apologized along with her worried voice.

"... it's okay. It hurts, but it just hurts."

It hurts if you don't use black. But it just hurts, it's no big deal. I'm fine with that.

"Oh, yeah? I feel like I was taking it face-to-face."

"... fine."

"Oh, yeah. But I'm sorry."

"... yeah."

Your father forgives those who apologize properly. Even if I'm wrong, I forgive those who can apologize for their mistakes properly. That's why I do the same.

"Don't you dare."

"You should take that."

"Look, that's not what I'm saying."

A few of the kids laugh at me earlier. I told you to avoid that.

But it certainly could be. I accept that your fathers will avoid it without any particular problems. If I don't use black, how much may I be? [M]

"You're a face I don't see. Which one of you is here?

I wonder where it fits in this case. Your fathers come from a place called Uml. Until recently, I was in the king's capital of this country, and I was originally in this country myself.

"How many times are you leaning? Well, no, are you free?

"... free, free"

I'm pretty sure I'm free after a stroll with nothing to do.

"Well, let's play together. If it moves, you'll be able to avoid it."

The boy pulling me, laughing slightly at me.

I don't want to dislike it for any reason, but it stays.

"Oh, already, here! Apologize for bumping into me!

That's how the woman scolds you earlier.

"Uh, yes, yes, I'm sorry."

"No more, this girl!

A boy who returns it appropriately and a woman who utters words like she was stunned by it. Maybe it's the usual thing.

"Oh, yeah. I want to ask you, you, man, right?

"... yeah."

"Right, yeah, right. Yeah, good."

I don't know what was good, but in some relieved voice, the boy says.

Afterwards, he was mixed up with the kids who were gathering there and taught them all kinds of play.

So, I realized that I was still a little rough. Without black, the movement is dull.

If you use black reflexively, of course, that's not the case. I have no idea what to do, I can use it, but I have to keep doing it than I promise I won't do it.

It was fun, but I'd like to do something about it.