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

It's dark. I can't see anything.

That, what happened to me? I'm sure I was working with Mr. Mirka just now.

It's dark and cold here. It's kind of very cold. My body doesn't move either.

Do you even dream about it? What a boring dream if it is.

I can't believe it's dark, there's nothing, and I just feel like death is beside me.

No, no, there's too little life in my body. You're too powerless to live.

My body today has too thin a life that would normally be normal.

So I feel like death is beside me. I think I'm going to die.

I can see the body heat slowly cooling down.

I can see that my body is relinquishing its function to live.

I can see that organs that are supposed to function without consciousness refuse to function.

I understand that the heart is moving weakly, step by step.

That makes me understand that this darkness right now is not a dream.

I just know that I can't recognize anything because my body is steadily on its way to death.

Now I know I'm going to die.

- - Scary.

I don't like it. I don't like dying. Scary.

I don't like it that way anymore. I didn't want to die, so I did my best.

Why do we have to see death so close to being understandable now?

"Ugh, go."

Speak up to squeeze out, convey your will, and order to your body.

He wants to live. I don't want to die. He told me to move properly for it.

But my body doesn't respond. We are still steadily moving towards death.

"Ugh, dude, dude."

Even if I ask, my body won't respond as usual. The upper stages of it are starting to hurt my consciousness as well.

Even the fact that you can recognize that you are not moving is becoming obscure.

"Yes, no."

If my consciousness drops like this, I'm sure I'll never wake up again.

No, I definitely won't wake up. Waiting ahead is a sure death.

My heart stopped, my organs stopped functioning, and there's no way I can live with it.

"Duh, duh."

I want to live. I don't want to die. Then we just have to make sure he doesn't die.

What should I do? How can I live?

I guess I've been tapped into the art of living.

Something, nothing.

The art of moving an immobile body. The art of forcing your body to move to death.

To this body without the power to live, the art of regaining the power to live.

"Oh, oh, yeah,"

So I finally realized.

My presence was too thin, what I had around me was too powerful, I didn't realize.

I didn't realize because I was dying with Potsung in there full of vitality.

Yeah, as funny as it is by comparison, it's empty in me.

As brilliant as it is, I only feel life in me about the shards.

"Ah, get it?

Right next to me, I feel just as vulnerable to life. In it too, a very powerful life.

Life looks overlapping. I don't know what it is, this.

Yeah, but I appreciate it. That weak life teaches me.

How to use your life. How to use your body. How to use this power.

Give it to me.

If you don't want to die, just gather the power of life around you with that one heart.

But it doesn't make any sense as it is. That won't help my body.

"Mama, let it go."

But the presence right next to me is showing me.

From corner to corner of my body, he's showing me to turn my powers.

A teacher who is forced to move his body that shouldn't function so well is telling me!

"Ugg, hey!

Forced the heart to move.

Turn your vitality to your body, turn it into a living force, and force you to use the functions of your organs.

Move the functions you've been unconsciously processing, at your will.

Forced to pour into the flow of life, into the flow of force that was moving the body to live, of course, to revive the body at its own will.

"It's not enough yet. I need to know everything about my body."

My dark vision grew white, and my ears picked up my master's voice when I didn't hear anything.

I smile a little bitterly at a teacher who says tough things even if he works so hard so far, and still tries to show them in response.

You're so politely attracted to the example, you're not a disciple if you have to respond.

"Ugh!

To the life that was disappearing from the body, to the power to live, to pour the life around you to turn the power.

Turn the power of another life from corner to corner, where it should have flowed, and make it your life.

The sudden movement caused some muscles and organs to run with pain, but he told me to be patient and kept moving.

"Yes, that's good. Good, Tallow. Oh, really. It's not a cell, but the tallow is really good. It's good to see you, Tallow. I was grateful to see you at the Tree Sea."

That's how I looked at me standing up and saw the face of a teacher smiling with a rare and heartfelt joy.

But she, backwards of that expression, unleashes an intimidation that she intends to fight completely.

I recovered from a dying critical, but I'm dying from the killing of Mr. Mirka, who seems happy in front of me.

My body's recovering, and so have my thoughts, but this is absolutely motivating, isn't it?

... I honestly don't want to do this because I don't think I can use this yet.