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

"Not even one of the injuries came home flat. Think seriously about how I feel."

When I went home and went to my father's private room to report the incident at the site, he told me that when he saw me.

He bowed his head so he could come home, but then I want you to celebrate his safe return.

"I didn't think you'd be angry when you came home safely..."

I accidentally squealed like that, but the original reason is my own.

Your father won't be able to say anything either. I also have a sense that I was talking about childishness while I was there.

"Sarah, are you sure you're not hurt?

"Yes, Mother. I was just watching."

"Really? I'm glad you're home safe."

"... well, there was nothing like getting hurt."

I just followed behind him and watched him fight.

I was put on standby in a remote position so I wouldn't get caught up in the fight, and I was just watching his power.

I don't do it anywhere, like there's room for injury.

"I was wondering if even one of my arms would come missing."

"You said it would have been better if it had gone."

"That would be more of a stepping stone in all sorts of ways. Teresa."

"... Oh, Cheng Cheng, I'm sure you might be"

If you lose your ability to fight with an injury, that's the only ingredient you'll ever give up.

If it is a major injury, there are more things that cannot be done.

In that case, I will concentrate only on what I can do.

"Do you mind? So, did you see anything satisfying?

My father's casual questioning made me stop thinking.

I tried to answer the question, because I remembered his eyes, that battle.

There was no such thing as surprise being stronger then.

But I've calmed down. Now that I can chew on the situation, fear tries to dominate my mind.

"Hey, what's up, you didn't see what you were expecting?

"... what I expected, was what I expected, I couldn't see"

Predictions and expectations were both betrayed. He didn't show anything to respond to either of mine.

When I tell my father that, he looks like a pain in the ass.

Perhaps you don't think I'll be bothering you again.

"So you're not convinced yet?

"... no, I gave up"

"Am I? I want to see it. I couldn't see it?

"... what he showed me was more than I expected. I didn't expect that."

They showed me a far exceeding substitute, such as my expectations.

That can't be predictable.

You can't expect something like that. That's off track.

"He's, that's, like, weird"

"... what have you been looking at? What did the kid show you?"

Father asks me as I narrow my eyes as I try to tell him about what happened at the ruins with my body trembling.

I tried to mouth that answer, and for a moment my throat was clogged and I didn't have a voice.

Fear came up and I couldn't speak up.

Aware of yourself being too emotional, take a deep breath once and open your tease mouth.

"- I saw a real monster. What I saw was a monster called Tanaka Tallow."

I've seen exactly what I deserve to call a monster.

I can win. I can't win, I'm not talking about it as being in the first place, a monster of a different dimension of life.

Above all, a creature who feels fear for his way.

It was only one of those scales, such as what I felt when I joined with my mother.

"Those eyes, even though he's a man who can do those eyes, he's too calm. There's clearly something wrong with the way your mind is. How can you be so calm when you have those eyes?"

His eyes seen in the ruins. Those eyes like you've decided to kill all beings.

It reminds me of the kind of fear that my eyes have turned to tell me when I kill everything that stands in front of me.

Even I felt so willing to think I was going to be killed that I wasn't supposed to be the enemy.

Even so, his usual appearance is more or less serene. He was so calm when he stared at his family, when he cared about me, even when he was making out with his mother.

So much so that I feel that his appearance in the ruins is hallucinating.

"... Unless you're some kind of battle freak, it's rare for a guy who's always willing to kill you."

"I understand. But it's not, he wasn't...!

He has an unspeakable discomfort in his words.

There must be a strong discomfort there, like a human being who could not have been there has been replaced.

It's as if he's the only one who's ever been another.

"He was certainly him then, too. But there was something different about him."

That eye that feels fear from the bottom of my heart, even though I'm willing to kill him, his signs don't change that thing.

A paradoxical feeling that being in front of you is supposed to be a threat, but you can't feel a threat.

Fear that, while having a power that is clearly out of the ordinary track, can't even feel fine dust without seeing its strength.

I don't feel anything for him, but he's obviously too strong. Something's wrong with that.

"I haven't even gotten my thoughts together yet myself, and I have an eye-catching consciousness of the words I say in my mouth. But that's absolutely crazy."

Is it because my father lived in a rough affair, too, or because the atmosphere and eyes that are entangled are different from those of ordinary people?

My mother, too, has something unusual.

Something different from such a normal person is not felt by him.

"... well, if you've never seen it before, how can you be confused?"

Seeing me still unable to handle his affairs within me, my father sighed and said so.

"I know how you feel, too. I had a similar experience when I was younger."

"My father, too, was in such a monster," he said?

"Ouch. Obviously, things are different as they are."

"Wasn't Father scared?

I'm scared. I don't know what that is. Too much.

Can Father face to face with that and not remember the fear?

"It wasn't scary, it was like," Oh, I'm gonna die. "

"Good, you're back alive"

"Really. If that monster hadn't fallen in love with me, he'd be dead."

"You, grab my beloved wife. Isn't the monster terrible?

My mother objected to my father's words.

Is this about your mother?

"No, well, my mother is certainly strong, but his strength, the"

"It was a strength that humans couldn't possibly reach," he said.

"Oh, that, yes"

Sure, my mother is strong.

But when I think about the time my mother fought him, I don't feel like a monster like him.

Whether he is too strong or not, he has not reached a strength that crosses his line.

"I don't think so because I haven't seen the whole season. I've been pretty weak since you gave birth."

"I do hear that. But isn't it to the point of fading a little? I was wondering if there was a difference after I had a sister."

If my mother has begotten me and made me weak, what about my mother after giving birth to my sister?

No, I was a kid back then, too, and I didn't see my mother's real move.

If you think about it, don't you understand?

"I've lost quite a bit of physical ability after the second birth, and I've been working back up and I've managed to be in my current state. I think we could have had a good fight with Uml's heroes in full season."

"That's why. You may not believe this."

Did you have strength beyond that realm?

Sure, that deserves credit for being a monster. But still, I don't think so.

"My mother is strong, I get it. But still, my mother and he are different."

"Hmm... well, I've seen it. If you say so, I guess so. It doesn't really matter to me, though."

"Yeah, I know."

What's important to your father now is what he thought of my actions on top of mine.

The answer is, let's say it clearly.

"I'm going to give up on making a Wu effort. Of course I will continue to do the least I can to protect myself, but I will give up on going after my mother. I have to give up."

"Oh well. Nothing. I don't blame anybody. Especially in the heavy towns of our country. They are the same people who have seen monsters. They're all just like you."

"Ha, that's a very thankful and kind word. Let me be honest and sweet."

I gave up completely. It's like looking at something like that and still moving forward. I don't have anything.

I was just chasing after a caricaturous favor to my mother. I just didn't see reality.

"I knew Sarah would give up. It's a shame, because one day I dreamed of working with the kids for real."

"Don't be impotent..."

Father responds to your mother's words. I feel a little sorry for how it went.

I'd like to make it happen if I could, but even that realm is tough on me.

But I haven't given up yet.

"I don't really want to do this because I'm worried about your body making kids from now on. You'll always be young and beautiful, but you can't delude the decay in your body."

"That's fascinating, but we have another pretty girl."

"... you're more impotent that way."

"Yes, Mother, my sister is not interested in the battle, even if she is a little."

The other kid my mother says is definitely about my sister.

Unless my father made it even as a hidden child, because this child of the family is just me and my sister.

"Actually, I kept it to myself, but I'm stronger than that kid Sarah."

"... what?

I hear something from my mother's mouth that I don't understand, and I expose my dumb face.

"I don't like it when your brother gets depressed, so please don't tell me that I'm stronger than your brother, I've been told for a long time. But you can tell me if you give up the martial arts anymore, right?

"Strelia, that's my first time, too."

'Cause it's a mother and daughter thing.'

"Then you have to keep it to the end..."

... well, was I even cared for by my familiar presence in the first place?

Ha, that's hilarious. I just have to laugh at this.

"Come on, oh, that sounds stupid. You're really stupid. I am."

Can't I even beat my sister? Haven't you noticed that before?

I'm not talking about not giving up. We haven't talked about it since the beginning.

Oh... I looked straight at my silliness additions and subtractions, and all sorts of things blew up.

"Father, I think I'd better pull some more shoulder strength."

"Whoa, out of the way. Like the one I admire..."

"But I don't want to be like your father in any way, so it's obvious."

"... you're not cute."

I smile back bitterly at my grieving father and exhale one.

Next time, I'll let my sister see him. My sister may see something different from us again.