Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

Silence, like a distraction, drifted into the chapel for a few moments.

The queue seats in the bench are looking back at this one.

Among them were a number of faces I knew.

Elvis, Azerea, Gawayne, Ruby, and Hermina.

Plus, Mr. Column and Mr. Madeline.

But it did not come into my eyes.

Just one.

I looked only at the girl, who was exposed to the extremely colorful colored light through a stained glass.

Pure white.

No stains, no clouds, pure and superb wedding dress.

Unexpectedly, I almost laugh.

Nothing suits you better than that dress.

- Who is it?

and.

Originally, there were voices that were quicker and more demanding than the soldiers who should be in charge of security.

The boy standing next to her.

I kept asking for it, searching for it, and stood firm and resolute.

"... Jack..."

Dressed in pure white wedding costumes, Jack looked down at me and faintly lurked his eyebrows.

"... who?

Mixed with voices are vigilance and perplexity.

...... oh.

It's natural.

In this world, me and Jack, we haven't even met.

"It was a lot de flashy appearance, but if it's an entertaining art, why don't you let it be at night? Now, as you can see, it's not that kind of air."

"Jack."

What blocked the words was the girl putting together her wedding dress.

Sarah Fiamma.

The guy who calls himself that puts his hand covered in white gloves on Jack's shoulder as if it were someone else.

That was all there was to burn up in my chest.

"You're still blunt.... look into her eyes. It's me."

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"Ladies and gentlemen, please stay put. So that the guards will never move - spare their lives."

When the royal voice echoes, the quiet air stretches out further.

Sarah Fiamma advanced one step toward me, smiling and bathing in that tingling sensation as if it were warm water.

The gaze is staggered.

For us it was, above all, an eloquent conversation.

So.

"- Looks like you don't need a question, unknown interrupter."

"I don't expect to discuss it from the beginning.... First time to meet the Empress"

Hehe, and neither smiled zeroly.

And then half a second later.

We started killing each other.

The wind and light blow.

Multiple screams broke out and immediately afterwards everything was scratched off.

The wind is [hymn of purity].

The light is [the light of dawn].

Knock the special of small hand checks into your wedding dress at the same time......!

Blowing wind.

Clear light.

All wiped out the human body for an extra special blow.

But both of them.

I couldn't get one scratch on my pure white dress.

"- Hehe."

The wind swells and the firepowder scatters.

Beyond that, the haters are smiling softly.

"Did you do something?

prevented......!?

No, no, something is different......!

I chose a third kind of spiritual art.

If the wind or flames don't work, give them a more direct attack!

Spirit (Berito), [inflexible pillar stone].

Manipulate metal and create countless swords in the void.

They became rain and poured down over her head in unison.

"Until [inflexible pillar stone] on [lightning at dawn]......!?

"All Roost......! What the hell, that guy!?

Zack on the marble floor, Zack! and the sound of the sword tip piercing, smearing a familiar voice.

I imagined her reflexively, like a hare.

No, that's a wish.

I hope so, I hope so, I just fantasized about what I knew was impossible......!

"- Tickle. Tickle...!

I stroke my spine deliberately, a laugh.

I breathe in dismay.

Rain of a sword that fell like rain. It was supposed to pierce her whole body and make her look like a halibut.

Disappearing.

Not a single bottle, not even touching her hair tip.

As if something invisible blocked her, only around her, not a single sword has stabbed her on the floor......!

"You're surprised. - Long time no see, if that's how you react to my powers."

Hyun, there was a small noise.

Something's coming.

Immediately after I thought so, the anomaly occurred.

Countless swords pierced the floor break apart one after the other, as if they were rice to be harvested.

It's also just the sword between me and her......!

- "Andrealphus"!

I reflexively erased my weight with [nesting permeable wings].

I once taught Jack more than once. No matter what kind of attack your opponent makes, you won't be damaged if you even erase your weight.

Cut, spike, blow.

Most forces that can destroy the human body are powerless against things that don't weigh.

So, even if it's an unidentified attack, it raises it with no damage if it even erases its own weight in time - it should have.

"- Yikes...!?

Severe pain ran in my abdomen.

It felt like something thin had been struck once in a while.

Power falls out of your body at once and your feet float in the universe.

I jumped on the carpet twice and three times and rolled to be pushed back Virgin Road.

"Oh, gu... ah...!

I lay my hands on my stomach, even on the floor.

There was a lukewarm, uncomfortable touch.

What, now...?

Slash, shoot...?

If so, I should be able to recirculate it in [nesting permeable wings]... but why...!?

I raise my face as I chew through the pain.

She looks down at me as Sarah Fiamma crawls with a thin smile, not moving a step from her first position.

That's right in front of you.

There was nothing in the air.

While - and the red line was running sideways.

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Is that my blood?

Is my blood floating in the universe? In filaments?

... No.

It's not filamentary.

Yarn.

I finally realized.

Thin yarn to the extent that it finally looks faint by punishing your eyes - to the fact that it is stretched throughout the chapel.

My blood was attached to it.

That thread cut my stomach...!

"You can handle all three spiritual arts at the same time, and they're all Roost-class outputs - utterly ridiculous powers. But I can't get through. It doesn't only make sense to me."

Ooh, and a sigh spilled out of the queue of longchair seats.

That's a trance thing.

Pious sighs when you look up to something to respect.

Over Sarah Fiamma's head, it slowly appeared.

Swinging like a flame, it's the hallmark of the Spirit Incarnation (Avatar).

But.

But.........................................................................................................................

"... ahhh..."

Oh yeah... Toula said...

Ambushed, he said.

Ambush, not crusade, and.

"This power is a long proof of all spirits. How much spiritual art I have bound, it never reaches me alone.

- Take a bath with honor. Because you are now in contact with the glory of God. "

The linemen stepped out of the bench in unison and knelt on the spot.

For them, is it that I am God?

Such a... disastrous thing is God...!

It looked like a giant spider.

Attached to a super-colored stained glass, spit countless threads out of your buttocks.

It reigned there as if to say that everything in the world was its own nest.

"The Spirit Sequence" Elemental Karst "No. 1" Baal of the Granted King "- The Name of Its Power is [The Name of the Ring]"

of a strewn spider's nest, in its center.

The Empress is immensely nestled, if...

"On the thread of my God, no spiritual power is effective - the sperm (...) spiritual (...) technique (...) is made (...) nil (...) effective (...) su (...) sperm (...) spiritual (...) technique (...), that's why, interrupter."

- Evil hunters who transform people, deceive people, take and eat them.

The girl spider was there.

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- [The King of Conflict]!

"Go away."

- [Raw Fish Hands]!

- [Fingertips of the earth]!

- [Thunderbolt's Armament]!

- [Emperor breathing]!

"Go away."

- [Double Boundary]!

- [Indistinct Dictionary]!

- [Miraculous Void Hole]!

- [Labyrinth of Trials]!!

- [Visionary Drawings]...... Huh!!

"Disappear -"

Everything was torn to pieces.

Atmospheric condensation attacks too.

The water shells, the barrage of rock masses, the arrow rain of lightning strikes, the flying blade of the wind.

The cover-up of the boundary membrane, the formation of the demon of use, the hyperspace attack, the dungeon of the impenetrable, even the phantom without entity.

For one thing, there were no exceptions.

A yarn of spiders rambling endlessly slashed and tore apart every spiritual technique.

"Are you ready? I'd like to resume the ceremony...?

Sarah Fiamma graciously receives my gaze breathing with her shoulders.

This.

This is...!

Since releasing the true power of [the takeover of divine will], I have ceased to calculate whether I can win or not in spiritual warfare.

Because there's no way to lose.

I can use all kinds of spirituality with Roost output - how can I lose more than I have this power? That's what I thought.

Yet - yet, did it happen?

Enough spirituality to unilaterally overwhelm [the takeover of divine will], yet......!

"Ku...... Ugh......!

"What's up? Out of stock? I haven't tried thirty different things yet...?

If this happens... there's only one way.

I raise my face.

Look up at the large spider attached to the stained glass.

"'Shacks'!!

Behind me stands a shadow of alien shadow.

He looked like a bat. That's the true look of Shax the Faithful Influence Master.

He, who always borrows the appearance of other spirits, now only exposes himself and looks up to the great spider.

"Imitate!! That big spider!!

If the power of Baal is to disable spirituality, it is to disable it!

There are up to three techniques that I can handle at the same time. Even if you use one type to disable the opponent's surgery, you can fight enough with the remaining two types......!!

"Shacks" rang high.

Usually, this is not necessary.

Conditions for surgical imitation by [takeover of divine will] are quite loose for effect.

To visualize with the naked eye where the surgeon is exercising the technique.

And that I am identifying what spiritual art it is.

These two or so things.

Of all the spiritual art I've ever encountered, I couldn't catch on to this condition and imitate it was about Bifronce, the evil spirit king.

But Shax flew.

Small body, as if facing a big spider.

At that point, the results were as if they were visible.

"- disrespect, I'm superb here."

Yarn crosses into the air.

The bats that flew towards the great spider were entangled as if to do so the butterfly of prey.

"I can't believe you're trying to mimic the glory of God... there's something barbaric about it, isn't there?

The weak chirping of Kiea…, spilled from the incarnation of (Shax).

My neck.

The wings.

My leg.

The body of the "shax" melts down, mainly in the area where the thread is tangled.

I could only look it up, stunned.

All I could do was watch without words as the reliable Spirit, who endured this battle over time with me for so long, melted like a wax doll.

"You think you can mimic the power of Baal, number one in the sequence, but number 44? There's shallow fucking mud. It is also absurd to call it monkey imitation - disabling [the name of the ring] its very power to imitate spiritual art. Think about it a little bit and you'll see, right?

Shax's incarnation disappears with dust.

The incarnation is just a shadow that the Spirit drops into the world until it's full - like a mirage. That doesn't make the technique unusable where it disappears.

Still, the sight was deadly.

So much so that my knees that I didn't give in, whether I spent decades or were abused for hundreds of years, were about to break.

- Tie it up, Baal.

The girl in the wedding dress ordered quietly.

Countless threads push me as far as rage, tying my whole body up.

"Grr...!

I groaned at the pain of thin threads eating into my skin.

Move, I can't...!

The more I try to swing, the more thread I eat into my body.

In the meantime, trying to use spirituality doesn't even activate it.

As if the thread wrapped around my body had tied even the Spirit that dwells in me...

"... you're cleaned up"

Jack said in an untouched voice.

"You're playing too much, Sarah. They put a piece on you sooner."

"I'm sorry, Jack. Because spiritual warfare has been since I graduated from school. I'm having a little fun."

"Damn......"

Jack sighed, but with a troubled grin, stared at the girl - Sarah Fiamma.

The tenderness caged in its gaze tightens my breasts.

... No. No......!

It's not the woman you should turn to!

It's... yes, it's Phil's.

The woman is just a thief who stole her place!

Sarah Fiamma took Jack's tender gaze with a gentle smile.

Plunge.

White.

With our faces!

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Though I exclaimed, not a single tangled thread was cut off.

Jack frowns and looks at this one.

"... she is... acquainted, is it? Such a user... you can't forget...?

"Well. Rebel hands or criminal organization artillery balls?... I'll talk to you around there and check it out, right? Just give me a minute."

"Mm, oh...... Be careful. Plus, I'm making plans."

"I know."

Kuzu, spilling a scared running grin, walks up Virgin Road as Sarah Fiamma rocks her chestnut long hair.

Standing before my eyes, she lifted her lips and whispered.

"... thank you for your hard work, something like that, Mr. Rachel?

"You...! YOU HA......!!

"Don't look at me like that - I didn't even want to use this hand. It was a last resort, wasn't it?

What...?

You can do whatever you want to get this far, what... Wha!!

"But it was more than I could do to break your heart if I tried my best.

The North Wind and the Sun - Did You Know? Even with cold north winds, travelers just wear their coats deep. By warming you up in the sunlight, travelers take their coats off first. … that's the same thing. "

I have a grin that makes me tickle.

... the north wind and the sun -?

"This Plan C was not a complete victory for me. Because - you have a benefit, too, disturber."

"To me... to me, benefits...? That's ridiculous."

"I'm not going to tell you I don't have any idea, am I? I've seen you, haven't I, before I got here? Because I arranged it, and it was really hard to find you without roots, wasn't it?

- Oh, my God, you're delivering it.

Tula's voice came back to the back of her brain unexpectedly.

- I had no idea where you were walking.

- I used Tsutsu (...) to make him look.

...... Tute......

What Tute did Tula use to look for me...

You reunited me and Toula...!

"It must have felt like nothing, right?

The woman says.

Says the poisonous spider in the woman's skin.

"It would have been nice to see your master, who was supposed to have broken up dead, and his family, happy in peace - would have wanted to cry, wouldn't it?

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I recall.

It was past my chest to see Tula, Teena and Mr. Clive calm with the three of my family, feel warm.

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I understood her intentions.

North wind and sun.

Instead of blowing cold winds, heat them up in the sunlight.

"This is the kind of world you would have preferred...?

She whispers.

Only the upper side has a gentle voice.

"That's the kind of happy world you wanted where all the people you know are laughing and living...?

Yeah, yeah, you don't have to tell me, do you? (...) or (...) for (...) and (...) for (...) and (...) for (...) and (...) the world (...) for (...).

There's nothing to worry about in this world. The Evil God has already been ambushed and Teena Cleese to Elvis, Azerea, Gawayne, Ruby, Hermina, and Tula Cleese - everyone with deep ties to you has a happy life. Elvis and Helmina are already married and married, aren't they?

Cry and rejoice is what makes you resentful - because I've prepared you for an even happier world than the one you wanted. No matter how many times you returned, you couldn't bring your master back to life, could you...?

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"Of course, he's the same thing...... I swear. When you spend your whole life as Sarah Fiamma. As your best companion, when you live happily ever after, without disparaging him, without hurting him.

You're an elf. Life expectancy is longer than ours...... I wish you would have kept an eye on me to see if I would fulfill this oath.

If it's about Filine, you don't have to worry. He doesn't remember losing her in the first place. Because the past itself no longer exists. So, in the first place, she was me, right?

Look, nobody gets unhappy. Everyone is happy. Are there any other happy endings?

Hey, Mr. Rachel. - You must be tired already.

Let's not do this anymore, what makes you naughty and desirable. Let's convince ourselves here.

It's time for a compromise, Mr. Rachel. "

She is.

She took away from me the reason to fight.

Get ready for the happy ending that Teena told you to get there, not just a hallucination this time.

this (...) be (...) be (...) and (...) be (...) or (...) be (...) also (...) evil (...) be (...) be (...)

No one has been unhappy.

It's just that I can't remember everyone.

Instead, Tula just lives happily ever after with her family.

No one, including me, has become unhappy.

When I explained everything to Toula, it didn't seem like she was coming pin after pin, but now it really falls.

The harsh and cruel world I speak of was far from her living in this happy world.

I have a husband and a daughter.

My godson and everyone grew up fine and hid in a smooth and full sail.

How am I supposed to take her for being taught that you were murdered in a different history?

It's me who's weird.

I think this world is weird. I'm the only one in this world that's weird.

There is no reason to deny this world.

"............ uhh"

Yet.

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Yet.

Yet.

Yet.

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Yet I can't stop crying.

Hard, sad, regrettable, annoying.

Why can't I recognize this world?

It is time for compromise.

She's right.

There is no happier ending than this.

I don't get anything where I asked to start all over again.

I know that, but somehow I can't admit it in my heart.

I don't like this.

The other I waste like a child.

I don't know why.

I don't know what's wrong with this world.

That's hard, sad, regrettable, annoying.

I just can't help but weep...

"... you can't just cry."

A cold voice struck him in the ear from close quarters.

"Compromising, if you don't tell me, I can't leave a dangerous person named you alone. Thus he will remain tied up, sealed of spiritual art, and locked in prison until I have fulfilled my full life.

... This is inherently impossible, maximum concession. There is no next. Never again. Just imagining leaving you alive is going to turn your guts upside down!

You know enough, don't you? I don't know if I have this kind of whim once every 10,000 years!

Are you going to pretend?

Are you going to shake your chance once every 10,000 years on a stick!?

I know.

Nothing could be more stupid.

I know it's a chance to jump right away!

... Still.

……… Still…………….

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Face up, look at him.

I'm all the way over there, look at him.

"... Jack... Jack...!!

Not (...).

Not like this (...).

For each repetition, an unidentified discomfort is solicited.

"... Jack... Jack... Jack...!!

- Oh, I don't know (...).

Over this period, I do not yet know.

Why here, speak his name.

His name, which I will be happy from now on, without having to do anything.

I don't know.

I don't know (...).

"Don't stop......!! Stop it!! Don't look at my husband with dirty eyes!!

Raising the gold cuts to block them, Sarah Fiamma commands (Baal).

A spider's thread tangled around his neck squeezed tight and tight.

"... ahhh... gu...!

A vision distorted by tears gradually sinks into darkness.

His appearance, her appearance, will be sumptuous in the blackness of darkness.

"... too bad. It's a real shame. It was my last chance. This was the only place I could have dropped it."

She frowned uncomfortably and glanced at me.

"It's your fault. It's your fault."

As I am, I will spend vast amounts of time in the dark.

Abandon the happiness you were supposed to enjoy.

Sooner or later, by the time she straightens out her main expectations, everyone she knows will be thrown out into a dying world.

Oh - that's the worst ending I can think of.

End point the opposite of a happy ending.

... why not.

Why not?

How did this happen?

What did I do wrong?

What was missing?

How can you regret it when you even have time to go back?

I don't know.

I don't know.

If it's going to happen, please, that's all.

I just want time to look for that answer to this unstoppable question.

Then... then, I'm sure.

I'm supposed to be answered.

She should have answered the deal she offered with her chest open.

So, please - someone.

Tell me... tell me...

Run till the end.

- Before the stars burn themselves out - "

I heard a song.

There's a clear singing voice, like a bell ringing by angels.

At first, I thought it was a running lantern.

But I know it's not right after.

Because my feet swayed so much that I heard marble cracking.

"- Wow ahhh!!??

"Ahhhhhhh!?!?

A scream could be played from around the area, and instantly, the neck compression disappeared.

Suddenly consciousness returns and vision becomes clear.

I lost my strength from my knee.

hands on the floor, gasping for oxygen.

"... Damn...!!

I hear Sarah Fiamma's evil.

I looked back, unable even to wipe the tears that distorted my vision.

"I'm sorry, Sarah. Fifty years ago, I got so used to that yarn opponent."

I could see someone slowly entering the entrance to the ceremony I blew up.

I see silver.

I can see how small it is.

I blink twice, repeat three times to shed tears, and finally I see my face.

"... what, are you going to...! TURA CREES -!!"

... Too, la...?

How...?

After me, I'm here......!?

"After we both look surprised... I can't teach. I'm not a kid."

My master, who looked like a silver-haired girl, carved an invincible grin on her young lips.

"- Even if it's decided to be a class. Remember what I forgot to tell you?

At the same time, bam! and something spreads with her right hand.

Iron fan.

The only weapon used by the Eternal Spirit King, the most powerful spiritualist of all time, Tula Cleese......!

"This -" Baal "!

A spider's thread flew before Tula waved an iron fan.

No.

I tried, too.

Tula's [hymn of purity] But that yarn will all be disabled!

"Hmm."

One, snort.

Again, the purifying singing sounds zero out.

"- The wind blows and the birds sing -

- Shaken by a slight sleep - "

At the same time as a wave of iron fans, the Australian wind went wild inside the ceremony.

Unorderly scattered oscillating waves run countless cracks on walls and ceilings.

Except for the yarn from Baal.

Keep going Tula, without vibration waves or anything!

"The yarn is just a little sturdy, other than spiritual art."

Some of the cracked running walls peeled off.

The debris falls.

A roar sounds.

Toula's silver hair was hard hit by the shock.

And.

"- So to the wind that just happened in a natural phenomenon, it's just pushed back"

The wind caused by the fall of debris blew up the flying thread.

Oh my... oh my, how...?

No, no, no, before that - everything, you were calculating?

What part of the wall does your attack destroy - anyway, to what direction and to what extent does fallen debris cause wind?

"... you monster...!!

While Sarah was poisoned, Tula waved an iron fan even more.

Part of the ceiling collapses and a great rubble falls between me and Sarah.

And Sarah flew not behind him, and dodged, and Tula stood before me in the gap.

When I look up at her face, she smiles gently.

And on your knees, gaze, and gently, lay your hands on my shoulder...

"Forgive me, Rachel."

"... eh...?

"Talk to our stupid daughter and let her verify her story. I still half-truthed Noon alone. I assured him it wasn't impossible."

Right - Tina's [dream journey].

With that power, you can even think about the authenticity of my story for a short time...

"On top of that, Non decided. Non chose. I'll leave you to it."

"... to me... leave it to me...?

That's...

As understanding gradually spread to my head, Tula's face turned to a gentle smile.

"Become... what are you talking about stupid!!

Sarah rises across the rubble.

"You, I know what that means!? It's gone, all of it! What you've built, won, everything in the last fifty years!!

"I won't lose it. It's all here and now. In the last fifty years, all of the choices repeated by Non spinned up. Whether the past changes or the future disappears, everything is enriched by this moment.

- So, Rachel, don't be scared. "

"... eh...?

Strong power caged in the hand of Tula, who grabbed my shoulder.

Giggle, giggle.

Like telling you something.

"Don't be afraid to get it. Don't be afraid to ask. I can't grasp the future. It's obvious. Human beings always have only now. So never be afraid to change a possible future for yourself."

... Human beings only have it now.

Full moments.

Not to get to the future... to grasp it.

"This is the first (...) lesson from Non, after (...) and (...)

Tula is.

My master.

I will surely cry out loudest for what is most important to me.

"I (...) probe (...) and (...) get (...) out (...) of (...), rackel!! This is all there is to know that what (...) is (...) ah (...) and (...) is (...) forgotten (...) ru (...) - heh!!!

My, happiness.

Jack's, not.

Everyone's, but not.

- Mine.

- Just me.

"... no, of...?

With trembling tears I asked like a child.

"Really... okay, of...?

"Fine. That's what everyone does.... Not to mention,"

- If it's a woman.

The moment Tula said that with a laugh, my heart was determined.

I grabbed my shoulder and put it on Tula's hand, gripping it hard,............... and laughing.

It was a parting smile.

It was a grateful smile.

And one more thing...

I rise.

The debris that fell before collapsed into thin pieces.

Sarah, who showed herself from beyond, looked me in the eye and opened her eyes with dismay.

"... No way..."

In the chapel in havoc, wonders and thin whining clearly come to my ears.

"... no way... you... no way...!!!

"I've decided to go find it"

It was a unilateral declaration.

It's a few words, and normally it can't even go through.

Still, after hundreds of years of fighting me, she shook her head to do no.

"Stop... stop, that's all!!

"One day I will surely find the answer. The answer to what my happiness is."

"That's crazy...... that's crazy, that's crazy!! This me! This is my compromise!! Then you would be crazy to have to compromise too......!! It would be strange to have to give up even if this is a drop place!? Yet what can I do -!!!"

"Including that, I'll look."

I know exactly what it is.

The old teacher asked me over and over again what would happen if I did this (...) n (...).

Still, go.

Believe me, one day, I'll find the answer.

Believe me that one day I will answer what I could not answer now.

"- One day, I'll always come back to this (...) ko (...)"

So I did declare.

"And to you, I poke at you guys. I can't shake what I've been shown, why I fight. So until then..."

Finally, I saw his face.

His face, which seemed distracted, at the end of the day, with a look other than surprise and bewilderment,

"- Just a little while, wait."

"Stop, whoa, whoa!!!!"

And my soul departed its time.

One day, to come back to the same time and place...

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Further over the time she got her hands on it.

Follow every cause and effect you can.

Return as long as you can.

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Oh, yeah, I was.

I felt the piece fit.

I've been looking for you.

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Again, it was a failure.

I didn't get the answer I asked for.

So please, me next time.

Find it next time. My answer.

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Arrive at the end point.

No, this is the starting point.

... and "I" say goodbye.

But it's not like he'll be gone.

One day I will find out.

Every second, use everything.

I won't do what I didn't.

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So it's been over a hundred years.

My soul returns to me a long time ago.

But in a hundred years, the cause and effect were too far away.

The accumulated memories were too vast for a person to accept at once.

So (...), I had a terrible headache.

- Thus "I" finally solved his mystery.