I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

The exhaled breath of a depressed boy echoes on a quiet night.

Beautiful full starry skies can't even surface his sinking feelings.

Looking back just a little bit, sounds like a fun voice from a church with lights.

And loosening his cheeks, the boy exhales again, not trying to go back.

Distance yourself as if you were going to stand in your way, as if you were going to run away with a bump.

I could hear a light singing in the wind on such a boy's ear.

I wonder, if I turned my foot to be invited, I had the back of the beholder.

A small high hill overlooking the small village where they made this stay.

So there was a single Sister looking at the village instead of looking up at the starry sky.

However, from the boy's common sense, there is a Sister with the acronym Tong Demo.

Unfortunately, there are tons of demonstrable sisters out of common sense in this world.

Usual luxury was making a soft singing sound like a lie.

Is she aware of the boy or not?

Don't make anyone listen, Sister just sings quietly to herself.

The boy didn't really understand what it was, but it was a human hymn.

But even though it just praises an entire species called humans,

I'm not even praising a hero for being a particular nanica.

I woke up in the morning, said good morning to each other, went out to work, sweated,

In the evening I go back home and surround the table with my family, and at night I fall asleep.

A hymn to someone who lives a day too normal and too normal.

It's a vision for those days, a song of solidarity with the people who live those days.

Sing "Look Up” that your days are worth it.

boy who was only ever in love with it, but while

At some point I stood next to her as a singer and watched the same sight.

A small light that lights small houses all over the village.

It's peaceful and natural for them to be inside one by one.

Why not?

Really.

Neither the boy nor Sister knew anything better than that brilliance.

Even the most beautiful jewel in the world would be just a stone's throw in front of these two.

Even a demonic beauty that transcends gender can only be seen in their eyes as just a face.

It was also natural that a full starry sky could not be seen.

"... Sin, I knew you were on this side"

When she finished singing, she shrugged happily without seeing the boy standing next to her.

─ ─ ─ Something, I felt like I peeked into an important memory

Suddenly, consciousness surfaces as if to break the lid that was blocking itself.

Dragged for a moment by the temptation of fine sleep, but her consciousness was right for her current dreams.

"... Is that Shinichi?

The boy who looked a little younger than he is now but was in the dream he just had is definitely him.

Together, all the women in monastic clothes, unlike Tomoe, had no idea.

They looked at the same thing, had the same sentiment, and seemed to fall in love with it the same way.

"Night, or... from there you are the one who watches the sun, the peace, you are..."

Our (exorcists) stand in the middle and try to maintain harmony for a rational and practical reason.

Because it's easiest to stand there and you can see both, and so on.

Compared to that, I feel dignity in the way I watch over it. To shine in the night.

Eat beings who yearn but never venture and yet try to close to darkness.

If there is a light strong enough to extinguish the radiance of everyday life, cover it with the shadow of night and hide it.

That sight alone must have convinced me that those two would.

The woman could see a luxurious glow beyond her dreams, but she could see the same shadow.

He, too, was not as shady as he was now, and looked delightfully at its brilliance from within the shadows.

They have different eyes than they just know it's necessary.

Will to try to keep an eye on the little glow while still being in the meaning and value of the night.

What a noble and honorable way to be. So, you're very lonely.

The place is unbearable to the ordinary. If your heart's shadow is thick, you'll be swallowed.

It would invade everyday life by turning envy into a flame of jealousy. If the light is strong, you can't recognize the shadows,

It would burn people's eyes. It's not normal to just stand there anymore.

I guess that's why the woman of my dreams seemed happy.

Because she met her countrymen there for the first time.

Someone who can stand in the same position, look at the same thing, and think the same thing.

How long it waited for someone whose place to stand is too different from the others.

The boy hadn't seen it, but the uncertain dream perspective did give her a look.

"... at all, your femininity evil has been alive since this time?

It's as if I could see my previous lover again. It's like I met a lost half.

Even she, the same sex, had a swinging smile there that would make her breasts squeal.

But why? watching it. On her chest was loneliness that wasn't her and

There was so much grief that at this time the two of them could no longer avoid each other.

The certainty that Tomoe has no reason to know is painful on his chest because he saw that grin.

"Mmm."

I get up wiping that accumulated in my eyes.

I was relieved to have the feel of a pendant that casually held my chest and deposited it there.

I lost it as soon as I left it. I didn't know what kind of look he would give me.

I don't like that, I smile as I scrutinize the origins of the pendant. but.

"- Wait, why haven't I changed?

The expression freezes.

The outfit I overlooked remained my clothes when I went to help Kota Boy.

I look around and breathe in retrospect of my memory wondering if I had fallen asleep.

"Huh... aha... here, where?

Spills a bitter laugh that he was over-conscious of his dreams, no matter how much.

That's the dumb, half-eyed look of the boy passing the back of his brain.

There is no excuse for being late to notice because of the similarity of the atmosphere.

She slept in a futon laid on a tatami. The room is sixteen tatami.

Structure as if it were sorted by a white obstacle and a jaw on a tree column where wood can be seen.

I can only describe it as a Japanese room from anywhere, but with the Japanese-style room in the inn.

Fun is somewhat different in Japanese rooms of homes where you live your daily life. This is the latter.

In the first place, the interior and the placement of objects - though not so much objects - are different.

No, more than that, the atmosphere of the entire building that encloses it

There are too many signs that This is not that inn. There's no such thing as a watch.

I don't know what time it is because I don't have her Fosta.

If you believe in the darkness outside that you see over the obstacle, it's supposedly still night.

It was after that that I remembered with those grasps and concurrency.

Sinichi and she broke up in the elevator hall after keeping the pendant.

Because he was in a private room on the ground floor and Tomoe was one of four people on the third floor.

Sin Yichi was trying to get to his room, but he was seen on the same level and by people in the same room.

I just have to go back to my room first if I pay attention to that friendship in the dark.

She had something she wanted to look into right away when she was alone until she shielded her best friend (Yoko).

And it was at the same time that I tried to call it in Fosta and its tenacity came.

"Yo, you two hanging out at night? 'He is Lyo, who has told him with laughter.

Though Tomoe didn't know where to look.

It seemed to have been noticed that we were both gone.

I could feel it being pushed evil from that look of fun, but correction.

Instead of doing that, she had something she wanted to make sure of using Liu.

He said he'd forcefully take you into the elevator where he came in and completely lose sight of you.

I accounted for Liu with almost no questions asked. She has never accounted for a returnee before.

passed through the walls of the dimension by natural disasters. Once they were gone, this world's

It can also be described as being out of framework. Now, if Lew comes off the hook again,

Simply to say it was a divination method not adapted for returnees.

I thought she'd be satisfied with that strange result, too. But there.

"─ Huh!?

Thoughts are attacked by headaches that block the recollection of their memories.

But half reflexively bounced the pain with spiritual power, she realizes.

He said that what he was attacking now was trying to put the subject to sleep.

"Aha, I was too focused on fortune telling to defend myself.

This is definitely not a pattern of being scolded by Shinichi I mean, we... "

bouncing it off, and dug up the last memory that was obscured to see

Intense sleep induction technique suddenly released from beyond the door that arrived on the destination floor and opened.

And they let it go. It was three figures dressed in black witch outfits.

"─ ─ Has he been compromised?