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

DEADEND POINT

- We have to look.

There was only that urge.

It's empty in my head, and all I know is about my name.

And yet, stronger and stronger than anything,

I need to find it.

That slows down, it helps too.

... what?

I don't know.

I don't know, but the intense agony scratched my chest.

"Well, let alone rush to mischief."

Half an elf named Toula Cleese, who picked me up - the basic knowledge remained on my head as well - said as she tucked away on her pompous and on my lap.

"Amnesia is difficult, but it's fate that we met at the beginning. Slowly and slowly for a while.... Huh, it's warm"

Slowly cuddle the tula that follows you twitching like a cat and I feel its temperature too.

Somewhere, I'm relieved.

My chest became twitchy and warm... and all the time, there were puffy tears spilling out of my eyes.

... Is that it?

and I lean my neck.

Why, are you crying......

"... ho?

Tula looks up at this face intrigued and wipes my tears with her little fingers.

"Isn't that good? One, you got it, Rachel."

... What...?

"I don't know about you, but you're a crybaby.

... I don't know if I remember, but I don't know who I am. So cry, laugh, repeat all sorts of things, and gradually emerge your form.

So live, Rachel. That's all you need to do first. If you live, you'll find out who you are. "

Ma, that's probably the hardest part - and Tula laughed like a prank.

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I lived.

As Tula taught, without knowing anything.

After spending ten years under Tula, I embarked on a journey to find something to look for.

He wandered the continent from end to end and also crossed the sea.

Outside the continent, where the three kingdoms reign, people also live.

Different people, with different cultures, lived their lives on scattered islands and small continents.

But they had something in common, too.

That it lives with the Spirit.

The Spirit who dwells in man at the same time as he is born, giving him one end of his power.

It was the same everywhere, although some places revered as sacred beings and others treated like neighbors, only to have a certain respect for that being that accompanies them from the beginning to the end of their lives.

I looked around at those who live with the Spirit with some distant feeling.

People with fire spirituality work on fire, people with water spirituality work on water - that's how most of the world goes around.

But my Spirit is Shax.

A spirit that has no constant power and can only imitate the spiritual art of others.

I did not have my own spiritual art.

I had my own power - I didn't have my own way.

All I can do is steal their power to live firmly and 'myself' and imitate monkeys.

I tried to assume that if I did more of what I could do, I could fill in the empty self... so.

- We have to look.

The more I continue my journey, the more my agony increases.

In Ringism, which is believed not only in the three kingdoms of power, but also in most cultural areas, the sea is the membrane of water stretched within a giant ring, and continents and islands are like the dust that floats there.

So if we kept going either east, west or north, we would have seen the back of the ring someday.

Towards there, I even started sailing west, perhaps because I wanted to escape stray.

Tired of not finding the answers you seek, you may have wanted an absolute destination.

The journey towards the end of the world spanned decades.

I don't remember the exact years, but I think it was at least the kind of time that a generation change would have happened because the city I passed outbound had changed on my return journey.

The further we proceeded, the fewer people we had.

I was thinner, but at the same time easier on myself.

If there's nobody else, you don't have to look at your empty self.

Yes... Toula is right, I guess what I am is something that emerges around me.

So if there's no one around, you won't even be able to feel yourself...

That must have been a slow suicide.

Tula's teachings of living first also gradually dissolved in the blue sea on one side.

If you could have walked forward to the end like this, that's not bad either............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

When I started to think that way, I hadn't been in people in a long time.

No... those people who live on small islands weren't just people.

sharper and longer than I am, with pointy ears in triangles.

Youthful appearance.

There it was, in the elves.

"We are the Oldest Keeper, the Lost One."

And the captain and the woman said unto me, Flushing.

"In order to protect this land and beyond, we have kept our blood pure and lived through times of starry frost. A mixed elf, one who falls upon thy distant fathers."

Mixed...

Until now I have considered myself a pureblood elf, and other people, including Toula, have treated me that way.

Compared to them, though, I am certainly a mixed one.

They say their life spans thousands of years.

It's many times longer than a normal elf.

Such beings are no longer closer to God or the Spirit than to man......

"It is those who have decided and lost sight of the way that come to such an end. He who hopes and wanders to find himself on the other side where he cannot see a place of peace of mind. But, lost man, there is no such thing. Let me show you God's will to turn your strays off."

So the old elves led me to a place.

At first glance, it was a small high hill covered in green grass.

At the top of it, a stone pedestal about the height of his hips sat flat.

"On the pedestal, hands. I will take your eyes far west."

More west than here.

Does it mean that the end of the world can be seen?

I slowly laid my hand on the pedestal, feeling like I was in awe -

At that moment, my vision switched.

Vision, my eyes fly across vast oceans at high speeds.

Eventually, I saw the island.

No, it's too big for an island... no way, continent...?

The continent was covered in blue grass.

In the trees lived countless luminous fruits, and all the animals lived in peace.

It's... it's like, an ideal place.

Paradise on earth, free from all suffering.

My chest shook with joy that there was a place like this, right after that.

My vision captures the heart of paradise.

There were two trees.

How to stretch a branch I've never seen.

The shape of a leaf I've never seen.

Nuts of colors I've never seen.

Hard to get close, if you touch it, moments, it's going to crumble, even though there's a quiet sanctity... two enchanting trees that make you want to reach out unknowingly.

But I couldn't do that.

By the two trees, there were two beings.

One is a big white-winged bird floating over the heads of the trees...... no, people......?

And the other is the blazing sword (...), which is so as to hinder the way to the trees.

It was spinning slowly, scattering the firepowder around.

If we were to get any closer, we would be burned all over our bodies by that fire powder and then broken off - there was a presence that seemed to be so with or without it.

I shall be hacked.

We're back on a hill with a high vision.

"You know what I mean."

The old elf says in the back.

"Our God, our Creator, will not allow us humans to enter paradise. We don't have a place to live.

People have to live in pain. That's what it stipulates.

If there were ever to be liberated from raw suffering...... it would be something represented by a different name, not a person, not a god. There are no worthy names for our teachings, but sometimes, as the end of the long lived, we can be clear.

Lost in the world - you don't want to be 'it' "

Looking back in surprise, the old elf gazed into my eyes with distant eyes that seemed to see everything through.

"Welcome back. where you really have something to look for. And suffer greatly. The suffering will surely lead you to a true paradise for you -"

So I turned back the way I came.

The agony of scratching your chest remains the same.

However, the indifferent sense of incarceration was only slightly soothing.

I think I just saw the road a little bit.

When I came back by boat to some extent, I was able to travel to the island transmission in [a dashed hole in the miracle], so the return route was much faster than the outbound route.

In the meantime, at the edge of my head, I was considering where I should go next.

It was a strange thing, and just seeing the sight of that paradise had changed my perspective.

I thought I'd traveled all over the continent, but I can think of one place after another that I haven't been yet.

Besides, since decades had passed between voyages aimed at the end of the world, places that had been would also be changing.

For the first time in decades, the journey seemed fun.

Thus, I began to displace (even) the continent again - no, it is more inappropriate to simply call it that than I have seen other continents.

The twenty-third destination on that journey was the Dimkurd territory of the Kingdom of Laes.

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Jack Lieber, and how special it was to meet Philine Posford, I'm not sure either.

Teaching children how to use spirituality has happened before.

Only a child with the same spirituality as himself can be fully taught by any spiritualist.

More than the spirits that are born to dwell in are individual and different, that's natural.

But I was able to handle multiple spiritual arts there with exceptions.

Although it was just a vain collection habit to fill an empty self, it worked very favorably in teaching people how to handle spirituality.

For me with no roots, the teacher industry was one of the thankful sources of income.

So both Jack and Phil were supposed to be just outgoing apprentices.

Sure, he's talented.

They were both undoubtedly at the top of the list of children I have ever seen.

Of course I have the joy of raising a talented child... but when asked if it is special enough to weigh in compared to the ninety years of wandering, I have no choice but to dwell on the answer.

Or maybe it was intuition.

Perhaps the inspiration gained from seeing the sight of that paradise read without knowing the fate that lies between these two children and me...

While I was Jack and Phil's master, my impatience was gone from my chest.

Watching the two of them grow up was fun and I couldn't help it.

I've never even been in love instead of getting married, but it's like having a child......

That must have been the first time that the feeling began to change, albeit slightly.

When the two of them were caught by the bandits and I rushed.

One of the bandits who was hiding unleashed an arrow on Jack, when he tried to help with Phil.

Jack pushed us.

lest we be scratched.

I stood up for myself.

Well, maybe, as far as I can remember...

- It was my first experience, helped by someone other than Tula.

I remember Jack very well.

It's a small body, a scratchy body, and yet it doesn't distract from the approaching arrows.

Until that awesome moment, I remember vividly how he was embodying his way of life.

At that time, things were no longer simple.

Jack grew up.

Be tall and improve your technique, as if you will always try to catch up with me in the same way.

From me, it wasn't long.

It's about me that I didn't even think of as long a journey to the end of decades - four years was just a moment.

That's why I'm surprised.

"Master... I've been studying spirituality for this"

When Jack looked at my face from close range and said in a serious voice:

"You said it first. To protect what you want to protect. That's all. Really, that's all I've ever lived for.

Some of those "things I want to protect" are in there with my master and Rachel. "

... Me too?

I'm an empty person who doesn't even know who I am... and I don't even have my own spirituality... only a rootless grass floating from the world, me too?

"- Trust me. The apprentice I raised."

When I met him, when he grabbed me on the shoulder with many times more force.

For a moment, I had no idea what had happened to my face.

Suddenly it got hot as it burned, beating so fast that I thought it would break.

I turned away reflexively.

If Jack sees a face like this, he dies.

I thought so without knowing why.

I'm not ignorant either.

I knew exactly what this reaction meant most of the time.

But it's impossible.

Jack is a disciple, a child, and... or I never saw a guy that way myself, and I never thought about it.

This is a mistake.

Seeing Jack, caught and blushed, I ask my own heart, which has emerged.

The answer is... poking naturally in the mouth.

"... you've grown (...), Jack"

I was just surprised that my apprentice had grown at some point.

That was all.

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And the golden days end.

And the dark battle opens the curtain.

I need to help.

Apart from the impulse of unknown origin, he was so determined for clear reasons.

There's no way Jack's life could have been so sweet and strong that he could have let himself down to the Demon King or something.

Even if we do our best, if we don't pull it out of the abyss of despair...

Because of my sense of duty as a master, as a human being, I thought so.

In the end, that determination ended in vain.

Gathering spiritual art from all over the world was no match for just one despair: Jack.

... I've never been sadder than then.

When the disciple exceeds the master. I knew that would come someday, but... only in that way, I didn't want it to be there.

Think of it, that's what happened when Tula.

Everything is too late when I intend to give back as a disciple...

So... is it?

The form of a mentor I once dreamed of. I want it back, but have I crossed countless running lights to reach that starry world?

I don't know.

... I don't know.

Only then was my anxiety scratching my chest again.

I have transgressed time, as impelled by it.

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- And.

Long long, at the end of the cause and effect.

I will come to the church.

"You know enough, don't you?

She did.

Uncluttered enemies.

I said in a frustrating voice.

"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!?

She was the one who created a happy world at the end of a repeat and redo that was forever equal.

I was just glad to accept it.

At the end of my gaze, I have him.

I have Jack in a wedding costume.

It should have been my wish that she would be happy.

There must have been nothing else to ask for.

I call his name over and over again.

Each time, someone says it's different (...).

What's the difference?

What am I doing wrong?

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

"This is the last and first lesson from Non."

It was Tula, after all, who taught me the way to be a pathetic stray.

"Find your happiness, Rachel!! This is all, no matter what - ugh!!!

Oh.

I see.

There was something that fell on my heart.

I felt like I had foreseen the back of my mind for the first time.

Not there yet, there's no answer.

There are only blank answer questions, as if there was a hole in the hole.

So.

- We have to look.

RESTART POINT