At first, I thought you were sick.
He thought he was suffering from a disease of poor nature and was just draining his strength.
But I got a glimpse of Goldie. Instead of suffering from pain and dalliness, the lamp lights are twisted away. This isn't about being sick.
"Gordie, Takahiro's here! I can't do this anymore!
A walnut shakes Goldie's body whimpering on the floor of the orphanage. That hard work makes me hesitant to tell the truth.
Life expectancy. Goldie's trying to make a full life expectancy.
I just stand around without these words coming out of my mouth.
In retrospect, I remember hearing that Gordie had been with Krumia since she was deposited in the orphanage. Since the teenage girl was a baby, she said she was already an adult dog.
Then you'd already be over ten. Eleven, twelve...... if you do poorly, you may be better than thirteen.
Once upon a time, I heard from my dog lover, Yusuke, that "small dogs live longer, but big dogs die at a little over ten". That's the limit for big dogs.
Goldie got there. I'm about to run out of candle cores called lifespan. So this is how it's going to disappear.
It's not a bad thing. This is a natural dish. No one escapes life expectancy. Rather, Goldie has lived long enough.
I can admit Goldie's death with such 'reason'. I can convince you that I can't help it.
But still on this one of the kids - pushing such reasoning and rules on the walnut that Goldie and her sisters have lived with, this one will never try to admit it.
I'm sure, whoever else tells you, the result should be the same. Even if everyone but the walnuts accepted Goldie's fate, only this guy would repeat the word of denial.
When I look at the walnut trying to make Gordie stand up with no force, I can think of the obvious and the scene.
So I was speechless, like the dean watching the walnuts a little further away.
"Takahiro, Goldie, I'm not well. You're going back with your pills? You're going back with your skills?
To the query of the walnut, naturally, it was not answered.
It's easy to tell the truth on top of this. Goldie dies in his lifespan. That's destiny you can't change.
As the walnuts admit, admit it, but just tell them so for now. All you have to do is tell him to give up and accept Goldie's death. Time will do something about it later. As you grow up, you will come to understand nature and 'death'.
Everyone does. The more I grow up, the more I'll know what I didn't know. I can swallow what I couldn't swallow.
And know there's nothing the world can do about it. That's what grows up.
In that sense, Gordie's death is like a ritual of passage. It's inevitable for a girl to grow up.
So you can tell him. Gordie will die of life expectancy. I'm not sick, so I can't cure you.
If you just tell them, it's a matter of walnuts. This guy himself will do something about it. That way you won't bother me either.
Even for the growth of the walnut, that's best.
I hesitated a few times, but convinced myself with the most plausible theory, I held on but told the truth to the walnut.
"Um, yeah. K, walnut. Goldie has a lifespan. Grandma, I can't live anymore."
"Huh!?
A walnut face mixed with despair and amazement. At the edge of his sight, Mr. Rudos looked sorry and bowed his head. He's a sweet guy, so I guess he couldn't tell the truth instead.
- No, you're not. The Dean isn't the only one. These orphanage guys know the strength of the connection between walnut and gordie poorly, so I couldn't tell them.
Until earlier, I was just unsure whether to say it or not, and I knew exactly how that felt. So I'm not going to blame them for the hair.
"No!? Goldie, you only live a little more than me! I'm not your grandmother!
As expected, the walnuts began to deny reality. There are not many wealthy families in the lower districts that have dogs. Even if you've seen something called "Injuries, Diseases, Dogs Dead on Hunger," you've probably never seen something called "Dogs Dead on Aging".
But the facts are facts. No matter how much this guy denies it, the reality remains the same.
"No, unlike a dog beast like you, a dog can only live about ten years old. Goldie's over ten years old, isn't she? So it's already life expectancy."
"No. Ugh!!
As he barked, the walnut shouted.
"No, no...!
Blurring and tears spill out as you push up your eyelids that were already swollen.
I knew it. I knew the walnut would cry. If I told you about Goldie's life span, I knew this guy would cry.
But you have to admit it. I have to accept Goldie's death. So I only talk about facts in a pale way.
"It's not. Goldie is dying soon. That's normal."
"Ugh, Ugh...!
A walnut nodding his face on the back of a lying gordie and leaking a whimper.
Then Goldie, who didn't try to move until earlier, lifts his face and slowly, but more than once, licks the arms and face of the walnut.
I guess I'm comforted. Even though he was dying now, Goldie cared more about the walnut than she did.
Ouch. My chest hurts. I might have done something I shouldn't have?
No, you're not. Necessary. It's something someone has to say. I did the right thing.
Still, you can't look at the walnuts and Goldie now, and I'm flustered out of the orphanage children's room.
Along the way, I saw the sad faces of the children. In the big room and the dining room, they were all equally nagging with sad faces.
Aside from the walnuts, I guess they were informed about Goldie's lifespan. Even Nyadia, who always looked sober, wept with dust.
I look at it sideways and walk away, not going anywhere. I must have felt a little shocked myself. Eventually, when I reached the balcony where I could see the backyard, I sat on the spot with nature.
"Excuse me......"
Watching the cheering backyard for a while, a voice rang from behind. If you turn around, the dean stood there.
"That's okay."
We know what's going on, so we can finish each other off in a nutshell. Still, Mr. Rudos bowed his head to me a few times.
Then, a lot of silence. Is the slightest sound heard from time to time the children's sobbing voice?
"To the other kids, you were already talking. About Goldie's lifespan."
I couldn't stand the sinking atmosphere, and earlier, I asked what I was a little concerned about.
"Yeah... other than the walnuts, I could tell them. It's just that she's the only one..."
"I guess. The walnuts and the goldies were especially close"
"No, that's not all. That kid and one... No, those two are alone."
"Two, one?
We're not just close. There's more to it than that, Mr. Rudos says.
"The walnut talked about Goldie bringing him to the orphanage, right?
"Yes, I heard that before"
"At that time, Goldie was dying. It was cold and hungry, and I was trying to scatter that life. But Goldie found the baby walnut, scratched and barked desperately at the church door. If that kid hadn't let me know, the walnut would have frozen to death without anyone noticing. Gordie was worried about the walnuts, even though he was dying."
"Really?"
"Gordie remained loving to the walnuts from then on and kept an eye on them like her mother and sister. And the walnut took care of Goldie just like he did. Even when I was having trouble eating about Michelotti, I'd rub half the rice, so don't go after Goldie! I said that. That kid the eater..."
Tears floating at the edge of his eyes softly plucked with his fingers, Mr. Rudos continues the conversation.
"Those two bonds were stronger than anyone else. So I really couldn't turn it down. I had to say goodbye to Goldie, and I couldn't teach her."
Talking that far and finally losing control, Mr. Rudos covered his mouth with both hands and started leaking whimpers.
Before the tears of an adult woman, it's still about walnuts and gordies that come to my mind.
Those two bonds. Meaning of the word alone for two. Half the body you're about to miss. Girl captured by a sense of loss. Old dog's, some enlightened eyes.
"At the very least, I wanted to get you ready for your heart. Instead of pressing for a sudden goodbye, I wanted to give the walrus some respite. Even as a priest, I'm still helpless."
Eventually, Mr. Rudos, who stopped crying, left with a mockery in his mouth.
Still, I stood still on the balcony and was just thinking about one thing.
Want to do it? Want to do it? For me to have 'power', I'm not talking about not being able to. I'm talking about whether you're willing to do it or not.
Maybe it's cruel. Maybe it's a send-off of the problem. Still, I...
"Search"
When you concentrate, access the system menu that floats in your sight,
"Drugs for Life - Elixir Materials and Purification Methods"
I opened the @ wiki wide that embodied it.
"Just give me your heart. Yikes!!
"Yikes, Yikes!!
In the depths of the labyrinth where the rays of the sun cannot be reached.
I was battling level 230 boss monster Elemental Kimyra.
"Get it out!! Stop resisting!!
"Wiiiiiiiioo!!
Stick a knife in the lion-headed monster that manipulates the five elements. Drill a hole in the flank so as to arc as it is.
Flying blood. But I am not frightened and reach out to Kimyra's 'contents'.
"Ugh!!!
I can hear the bumps, the blood vessels, the muscles, the nerves chipping a thousand times.
I can hear everything, the screaming without voice, the wind-cut sound of the rigid arms swinging, the sound of the magical braces scorching my body.
Still, I pulled my arm out of Kimyra as much as I could - and at the same time, I squeezed my heart out.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!
Elemental Kimyra disappears as a particle of sara and magic.
But the heart I held in both hands was pulsating slightly without disappearing.
"Now the ingredients are all set"
Breathless, I check Elixir's ingredients in my head.
Purification patterns for a number of elixirs. That b-case. The necessary ingredients are: 'Deep Mountain Spirit Water', 'Yugdrasil Leaves', 'High Purity Catalyst' - and 'Kimyra's Heart'.
I ran around Eastwind to collect materials. He climbed the mountains, ripped the bushes apart, and also penetrated the king's hunting grounds. And to finish, I challenged the enclosed labyrinth. Ignore all the other demons and aim only at the lowest level BOSS.
Once, I ran through a material collection journey with Ren and Yusuke in just half a day. The body was worn out and consumed precious restorative drugs and items like hot water.
It was forceful, but thanks to it, we were able to obtain the last ingredients before the day changed.
But that's not the end of it. We have to go back to Granferia and refine the elixir......
We [escaped] the labyrinth and I ran out for the king's capital.
"Only at times like this, there are no Kansts, what kind of jokes?"
All I leak on the road is stupidity towards my Level 250 buddies.
If you get on the back of a route turned into a chaotic dragon, you'll get to Grand Feria in less than five minutes. If Melissa and I split up, we'd have all the ingredients sooner.
But they were both, only today, absent Wang Du. The former is a drinking party and the latter is a patrol visit.
What a bad time. It's as if fate is on Goldie's side in his death. With the passage of time, all I get is a bad feeling.
"No, not yet! It's still evening! We can still make it!"
The sun is still up. It hasn't been that long. With that in mind, I keep running at full Kanst level of physical ability.
But the sun that floats in the summer sky steadily sets across the horizon...
In the end, by the time we reached Gran Feria, the sun had completely fallen.
A metropolis brilliantly lit by magical lights. But the darkness that doesn't reach the lights is sticky black, and that reminds me of 'death'.
Why don't we just go back and make sure? Better make sure Gordie's okay...
"No. Let's hurry."
Live in my swinging heart and I fly from roof to roof.
There's nothing I can do right now, even if I go to Goldie's with the ingredients. It's just going to be a loss of time. What I need to do now is make an elixir and give Goldie a drink. Don't make a mistake.
Jumping over the walls of the Intermediate District, I'm going home. No, to be precise, go for the tool store by your home. Apple Basket, a tool shop with advanced medicine refining facilities.
"Excuse me, Mr. Allisha! Lend me the workshop!
I bow my head to my toolstorm mistress, who was about to close, with the momentum I had been running.
"Oh, Takahiro. What's the matter with you? Trouble? Fine, don't hesitate."
"Thank you!
I bow my head again to the lady with the loose chestnut hair and I move on to the back of the store.
I don't know what to do. While I was helping out a few times, I figured out the structure of the tool store, the Apple Basket.
Even here, it will soon be taken by pharmaceuticals. That's what I thought, if I jumped into the workshop...
"Is that it, Takahiro?
"Hey, good evening"
There was a woman like the one who made Mr. Allisha young and an old man in relaxed Chinese style clothes.
This is Misha, the successor to this store, and the old dragon I know from Routou. The two of them were trying to make some kind of drug in front of the big pot in the center of the workshop.
I'm sure they're working on improving the Apple Potion. I think enthusiasm is a good thing. But only for this moment, I want you to lend me the equipment.
"Excuse me, let me make the pills first!
I thought it was a thick wish.
"Yeah, okay."
But Mr. Misha gave me pleasant acceptance with a laugh.
"Oh, thank you!
Say thank you to her and I'll take the ingredients out of the bag.
It's not hard. When I was an adventurer, it was a pill I made many times. Compared to super drugs, there's no way to fail.
So hurry. Time is the biggest enemy now. Pour 'Deep Mountain Spiritual Water' into a large pan and dissolve the crushed 'Yugdrasil Leaves' with 'High Purity Catalyst'. Mix the two together once and place on high heat.
And where it boils, put 'Kimyra's Heart' in. Melt fast, I stir the pan, even remembering to melt fast.
"Elixir? Are you trying to run out of life for someone?
"Huh!?
Words that can be whispered gently into your ears. Looking back, Mr. Old Dragon was chewing with a calm face.
"Yeah, yeah. Yes, sir."
Return at the same volume so that Misha doesn't hear you staring intriguingly at the contents of the pan. Then Mr. Old Dragon stared me in the eye for a while and opened his mouth again.
"It's only a moment, but do you still let him drink it?
I'm stuck in words with those eyes staring straight at me.
But I made up my mind. He said he'd give Goldie an elixir. So I stare back at Mr. Old Dragon.
"Still, I want to give you some respite. To sudden death, we are all not ready for our hearts"
There is no answer. Mr. Old Dragon doesn't say yes or no. Just smile, just look me in the eye.
I felt uncomfortable in his gaze like that, and I looked away all the time - just as the contents of the cauldron boiled violently and condensed.
"I could have done it. Now, take it. Are you in a hurry?
"Yes, sir"
"I don't know, good luck!
Mr. Misha shrugged and bottled the liquid left in the bottom of the cauldron with a familiar operation.
Still warm, slightly golden liquid. Take that and I'll leave the tool shop, Apple Potion.
What was that Red Dragon trying to say? I was curious, but the joy of Elixir finally surpassed me.
Now we can extend Goldie's life. Just for a moment...... the walnut can just convince me to say goodbye.
Just a little more, those two times go on. I was as happy as I was that it would come true, and I was smiling unexpectedly.
Wait, walnut. Wait, Goldie. I'm taking Elixir now.
Running through the intermediate district, along the street in the lower district, I go for the orphanage in the lower district. So much so that I could see a pure white cross floating up in the dark.
Is Gordie still in the walnut room? Or is it surrounded by everyone in the big room?
With a few thoughts of where I was, I stepped into the orphanage grounds - and then, in front of the door of the church section, there was the intended person.
The walnuts and gordies sleep in circles as they lean under the big cross. I guess I'm tired of crying. The walnut had no sign of waking up when I approached him.
Well, fine. It's Gordie now. Give Goldie an elixir.
"Look, Goldie. Elixir. Now we can live more."
Give Elixir to Goldie, who will look up to me just with his eyes. Then he opened the lid of the bottle and tried to get Goldie to drink the contents.
"What? Oh, hey, drink up. Don't hate me."
But Goldie hated him violently.
It won't be because of the smell. Elixir has no flavor. It's a medicine that can be drunk like water.
Why do you hate me so much?
"He said it wasn't poison. Look, you can have a drink, right? You can drink, too."
Drop it in the palm of your hand and let it drink in front of Goldie.
Still, Goldie just hated it... and in a hurry, I tried to force her to drink Elixir.
But...
"Ahhh!?
Elixir's bottle was bounced by Gordie, who shook his face violently, and fell to the ground.
Even if I pick it up in a hurry, all the contents have been sucked into the dirt...
"Oh......"
The force falls out, and the nagging sits on the spot.
As soon as I was tired, I sneered.
"Why..."
I feel completely denied what I thought was right. I didn't think they'd play Elixir.
Normally, animals are more like, "I want to live! Isn't that a strong instinct? Humans are the only ones who kill themselves, and if they're animals, don't they all try to live longer than a second?
Then take Elixir - the medicine for life. Drink it and it will definitely extend your life. I can live more.
Yet why do you hate... hey, Goldie.
Stay nagging and look at the old dog on the side. Then, Goldie and I got eyes on each other.
I guess I've been staring at this one since earlier. Just stare straight at me, Goldie.
No heart, or his eyes resembled those of the old dragon. It's like seeing a child, somewhere with a loving eye...
"Is that what this is about?"
Was I a child? When asked that, Goldie glanced at the walnut all the time.
A walnut that sleeps tired of crying. A crying child, reluctant to say goodbye to Goldie. So you're saying I'm no different from him?
What made you so desperate is that it wasn't for the walnuts or the orphanage guys, it was for you?
I couldn't admit the death of a close dog and tried to postpone it. Ignoring Gordie's will at heart, he tried to force him to drink Elixir.
There's nothing wrong with that. I was the one who wasn't ready. I don't like it. I called it a no, I tried to push my ego through it.
No, for someone, or just shielded a big name, that's worse in nature. It's like a waste of time.
Sorry, Goldie.
As he stroked the smart old dog's head, Goldie closed her eyes feeling comfortable.
As it were, I stroked Goldie - and continued to stroke the sleeping walnut beside her.
Not ready for sudden death? On second thought, that's what 'death' is. There's no way I can prepare my mind.
All we have to do is take the resulting death, get over the confusion and grief of goodbye. That's all.
Deferring is not going to solve anything. Because I know that, I guess I talked about "preparing my mind" assuming that Sister is also an unfulfilled wish.
I really took that, and well... I turned 21 this spring, but it means I'm still a kid too.
"Gordie, do you feel good?
Will it replace the reply? Like I said, "Yeah," my tail shook.
I knew he was a smart dog. That's why I tried to help the walnut even at the expense of myself, and I guess I'm trying to live my life peacefully.
"You're smart...... all dogs are?
Speaking of which, once upon a time, when I was on Earth, I had heard this proverb from Yusuke.
Have a dog when you have a child.
When a child is a baby, he or she will be a good guardian of the child.
When a child is an infant, it will be a good playmate for the child.
When a child is a boy, he or she will be a good understander of the child.
And when a child becomes a youth, he will teach the child the dignity of life with his own death.
They say it's an English proverb.
The dog tells the child's protector, the person he plays with, the person he understands, and ultimately with himself, what's important.
"Exactly, it's about you."
Goldie saved the life of a walnut. Gordie was the best player in the walnut. Goldie heard anything about the walnuts.
And at the end of the day, I don't want to extend my life for the better, I'm trying to teach you the dignity of life.
Even though he is a dog...... no, it is because he is a dog that Goldie continued to be a partner of the walnut. Yes, I kept an eye on the baby until I could stand and walk myself.
"Thanks to you, the walnuts are doing their best. I'm trying to threaten my billboard daughter's seat, even at the Mampu Pavilion."
I look up at the starry sky, stroking Goldie and the walnut.
"He's bright, energetic, popular... even if he snaps, he'll be up soon"
The summer night sky took heavenly rivers, sparkling unbeaten by the light of the moon.
"I'm sure this guy will be fine without you. Not mentally nasty, like me. I'm sure you can get back on your feet."
Lighted gently by countless lights, we spend a quiet time under the cross.
What you hear is the hustle and bustle of a far away street and the sound of life from an orphanage. And just a quiet sleep in the walnut......
"What? Goldie, you... you fell asleep?
I whispered softly, still gently stroking Goldie, who stopped moving.
"Good night, Goldie"
The next morning, Goldie's body was completely cold.