Early in the morning, there are signs of walking down the hallway, and a fuzzy consciousness surfaces.
As he continues to follow the signs downstairs, the boy greets him in the morning, surprised by his appearance. I was recommended tea in the morning at hand because it was just where I brewed it, and I will give a compliment to that face that I made a bear under my eyes.
Your father tells me you're encouraging me to study, that you're young but great.
I didn't mean anything in particular, but the boy said so. I stared at this face and leaned down awkwardly.
"Because he said he likes guys who know things... I'm not as strong or dressed as a brave man, so I thought I'd have to attack you there to distract you."
That's not why I like studying in the heart, but the point is that it's the one about intention, the boy says small.
"... Around the time you didn't get your gift, I think your hopes are pretty dim. Sometimes, if I didn't do something, I'd feel like sinking. Well, I don't really get it in my head when I read the book, so I think what I'm doing right now might be pointless."
And I was asked unexpectedly, the word.
"Has the brave man had this experience? You mean the girl you like won't turn around... rather hated me, a situation like that. Still, I can't give up... the pain."
They ask me that and I inadvertently put down my stopped breath and revive my previous experience in my head at considerable speed.
My first love--should have.
I remember that without leaking into the example, that first love was a blind thing I had hidden within, and even if I woke up and then looked calmly at it, it didn't come true where it was.
After that, when asked if he fell in love with someone else...
I never had a woman I admired, but I didn't “like” romance, and I never wanted her to...
No, it seems that the emotion of wanting in the first place is also only due to the "brave physique” like after fighting a high level monster...
—— Oh well.
So I was wondering if the dialogue that women often say, "It's nice to have a stoic place," because that's what they feel.
I'm going to know so much about my position that I don't like it after my first love, and because I thought that one day my adoptive mother (ha) would decide who to marry.
In other words, I haven't found romantic feelings of the opposite sex in a long time, and I've never experienced anyone who likes me turn around, or start where they hate me.
—— Yeah, there's nothing I can advise him at this point, and it definitely won't help.
Or if Rice was here, maybe I could give him back a little bit of a thoughtful story that would cheer him up.
I don't know because I don't have any experience. It's easy to say.
That may be a truly honest answer, but I have a desire to say "good luck” with the vision in me because I have never experienced it.
- Anybody home? Were you there?
Like this girl, my friend who was in an unrewarding love.
After thinking and thinking, "No, I'm not here," I plundered her a little---.
No.
I am.
I don't mean to hate her that much.
"... after all, brave people don't have any connection."
One inch ahead, he zeroes his bitterness "sorry," and accidentally puts in a denial "no."
What the hell was that “no” to?
Although it is on my mind, I feel anxious about the muscle of the story, which is unlikely to be successfully assembled. Even though I feel it, it is unlikely that I will be able to make the choice of stopping the conversation even now, even before the construction of the dialogue that I put out.
Speak slowly out the breath you were holding, squeezing it out in a complicated mood.
"It was a secret thought within, and it ended without spitting out, but my first love was to someone who wouldn't be rewarded no matter how hard I tried. Because I was young and blind, I don't think my eyes are waking up and dragging anymore."
Speaking of which, the boy turns his gaze to this one with a mixed face of surprise.
I beg in my heart not to expect too much from future stories, because no, I am unlikely to be able to say so splendid to the two eager eyes that sincerity will be included.
I change the story a little bit, but I put in a whisper with the attitude of telling it.
Then he speaks quietly.
"Just now, I have a friend who I can't give up in love with..."
After I said it by accident.
So she's a friend?
and. I was anxious that the acquaintance would still have been more accurate, but now I give up that it is impossible to change etc.
"I don't think he's going to hate that person, but he's not going to turn around..."
I decided it was about you.
Oh, this, then, sounds like a painful explanation at all, groans to my heart.
"I've been having a bad attitude for three years now..."
--… I remember. It came from Chorus Tenia, which I visited three years ago.
Honestly, I had several similar daughters until then, so there is a verse that I thought would be gone at some point if I continued to pretend I didn't know the same.
"No matter how cold you get, you still follow me… go, and when you perceive the plight of that other person, you try to help. Some of these situations are really critical, and I can't say thank you enough… they seem to be beneficial."
That's the kind of attitude you're saying you almost don't need in return.
I wish I could tell them to give up quickly that I'm not going to "turn around" with face to face, but against someone who's just nearby and hasn't stepped in, whatever it is, all of a sudden it feels like complacency is too much.
"They seem to be very worried about how to deal with the behavior of such a friend. But I've probably been a little concerned lately, including that..."
Maybe that's not a lie.
It's her future I'm worried about, which is how she feels......
Thinking that way, now for the final summary, I connect a painful story to say.
"I think it's a very happy thing to meet someone you can't give up on. I can't tell you how jealous I am that you might be rewarded one day."
Hopefully, you and her.
"... I want you to be happy,"
I imagined myself with a bitter expression (kao), and this made me feel disgusted and frightened that dishonesty was also a good place.
The boy in front of him had stiffened his body for a while, but when he loosened his strength all the way, his gaze gently turned to his desk.
"Excuse me. I don't like the way you say it. If you look at the historical facts, people like brave people all the time, and I didn't think they'd break their hearts..."
That's what I said. Just a sip of tea poured down my throat.
"I know. Being persistently favored by someone you don't even like means that you probably, no, quite, feel bad. But even if I find that out, I can't give up... and I wonder if I can scratch my legs."
Continue the words to whisper, the boy laughs a little badly at the bat.
"You're an amazing friend of the brave. Instead, you know you're not calmly rewarded for just listening, and you're still on your side, right? Instead of not being able to give up... no, I don't know. Maybe I have this thing called a hot thought that other people don't understand, but I'm no longer in love with you. Is that the area that I love... ——— I thought my thoughts on that kid were straight and deep, but I don't feel like I'm rivaling your brave friend."
Until now.
I thought that someone would take it from me if I didn't tell them right away that I liked them.
With a look that seems complicated, let the atmosphere grow up somewhere he says.
"I really don't like someone else taking it... if you still think I like it. If my feelings for that child had remained the same over the years, even as an adult. Again, let me tell him I'm serious, or something. Something about it, I feel courageous because of it. Thank you, brave man."
You know, this kind of thing is kind of irritating to talk to my dad, right?
That's why I can't be fooled into talking to my friends.
Instead, I can see that you're very impressed.
It's been raining all these days, so I thought I was lucky to have an excuse to cage in my room. Well, I never thought the shock of being shaken by a kid I liked would be this big.
I somehow feel a draw and push silently at such a dialogue of a boy who was continually spit out.
"What the hell kind of man is the fate of a brave man? Do you have an ideal or something? I hope you like beauty."
That's what I say, while remembering what it felt like to be left behind by the momentum of a boy who saw and regained his mind.
"... I don't have a preference for this, but I'd prefer a normal woman if possible"
And if you give me the answer in a wolf.
"Heh!? Surprise!!"
and so on.
Sorol and his father, who came out to hear that cry, were given a dialogue from his mouth that seemed to hang suspicions of not being able to, because "the preference of the brave woman was so surprising" —— the village chief had an atmosphere that for a moment seriously doubted this one's hobby -- and he felt more and more left alone on the spot... can I say good memories or bad?
"Speaking of which,"
and probably from the intention that you won't be so terribly angry in front of the guests.
At the dining table, the boy openly told the village chief, "Mother's necklace, you lost it in the wetlands. I'm sorry," I put in an apology.
When he heard that, the mayor turned his face blue with Saah and said, "Are you kidding me... of purple crystals?," narrowed the words, and the boy nodded, "Yes, that's it," at the same pace.
When the meal was over and he confirmed that he had fallen back towards the room, the village chief, who remained silent with a blue face, made a much darker voice, "Actually..."
"We have a female necklace made of purple crystals, handed down from generation to generation. It looks so good that it doesn't have to be in such a rural village that it has been used by the boy who picked it up when he proposed to a woman he decided to marry, or during a wedding, but it was a little said..."
The best thing that comes to mind when I hear you say it is a curse kind of story.
That's what I thought. Shake my head (wearing it) to panic about this one, and the village chief continues.
"No, I'm told that it's not that suspicious, and that there's no slight change in wearing it. But there's also an anecdote that... anything has a special“ power ”..."
It's just an ornament, and I don't think it's likely.
If this long rain is to blame… and if it is to blame for my son's loss.
To the nearby villages, I am so sorry...
"Honestly, a big thank you is unlikely to be ready. But if you care about the villages around here… I want you to make sure that nothing unusual has happened in the Dusolis Wetlands."
To the plea of the mayor, who bowed his head deeply and deeply, this one originally came with the intention, and no matter what happens, I can't thank you enough.
He returned such a dialogue to his opponent as he was accustomed to, had information brought about in unexpected ways, and had just left the village early enough with Sorol to check the state of the wetlands.