Ippanjin Enpou Yori Kaeru. Mata Hatara Kaneba!

It's like a black and white movie.

Everything is black and white, and sometimes the image is distorted so that the whole thing is distorted.

There was no sound.

I've never actually seen a silent movie driven by a token, but it might have been something like this.

The characters are probably alone.

Only the owners of this point of view walk this way.

(Walking, walking)

Yes, I'm walking the road.

The picture, which proceeds from a first-person perspective, simply continues with a dark picture that is silent and invisible a meter away.

Every time I step out, my body is shaken on the muddy ground and the picture shakes.

(The ground was raining and shuddering....)

... why?

... how do you know the ground is wet and messy?

So I noticed.

The statues that are sometimes distorted and disturbed by the paintings are not distorted, but because the rain of the beating is pouring down and obstructing the view.

The road is certainly wet and takes its feet.

(The fence...)

A fence along the road.

A thick pile is struck with a coarse wooden board in three stages.

Some of the fences lined up are broken.

(Yes, the fence was broken.... no, it's broken.)

Seeing it, a building is built around it.

Soon, I walked to such a place.

The road between houses lined with earth walls.

Walk. Walk.

(That's a meeting place.... a meeting place)

Beyond the road, there is a larger building than the previous residence.

... why do you think it's a meeting place?

... if it's that big, it could be a school, a hall, a business.

... why did you “recognize” it as a meeting place?

(... I know)

In that black-and-white boring movie, the meeting place and the “I know” building suddenly color.

Bye!!

I heard a noise with color.

The sound of a shoe kicking the muddy sand hard.

The point of view suddenly swings up and down.Just watching it makes me look drunk.

Perhaps the person with the point of view ran away.

Haah, haah, haah!!!

All I could hear was a breathless sound.

Something is falling on the ground on the way through.

What's down?

For some reason, it doesn't look like it was filled with black ink.

(I'm not trying to see it.)

It's the only color in this black-and-white movie.

It's red.

Red, orange, and blasting light.

(Burning)

The assembly hall is on fire.

... no, that's not when it burned.

At this time, "not yet.”

I know that.

(... who is it?

There's someone there in front of the assembly hall.

Push me on the knee and get hit by the rain.

With that collapsed body, you hold someone even more desperately.

(... ah,... ah?

It is also a blank painted with ink.

Someone blanked out.

The blank also carries a blank of ink.

(Ah, ah.... that's, that's)

There is a sound.

The sound from the burning wooden assembly hall jumps into your ears.

Lighted by fire, the ink disappears.

The man in armor is falling apart.

What's that guy holding...?

What the hell is that?

I don't know what the blank was held up to the end.

But I remember.

(... yes, hair clasp.... that hair clasp of a small tree nut)

The ink on the blank becomes thinner.

Long hair, bright brown hair.

And a hair clasp made of tiny tree nuts to hold that hair.

I definitely used it to bundle my hair.

(Yes, I am.We are)

Thin ink clears up.

That tight little hand.

Small enough to hold a man in armor.

The strong hair was wet and the hair clasp was wet.

It was a girl. She was a vibrant girl with a strong, dumb, and slutty face.

... a man in armor raises his face.

Straight lines of sight collide with the owner of this black-and-white movie.

Do you see that face or not?

(... didn't you make it?

Whose face did you look up at?

Not really. It depends on how you look at it. "

A glass is placed on the table.

Soon the black-and-white movie will be over.

Now there was a table, a chair, and a “spokesperson” sitting in a dark room.

"... what does it mean to be in time?What do you think?

………… ……

I can't hear you raise your voice.

I can hear them, I can't hear them.

Well, that's what you think.

The "student clothes talker” wearing the bracelet grabbed the cup at hand.

Oh, my God, that glass that was placed.

That's the glass I used to have at my parents' house.

A self-made cup made in an elementary school forest school.

It's the only “homemade cup” in the world with a yellow line in blue.

I accidentally broke it when I was a junior high school student, and it's not a cup in the world anymore.

The moment you realize it, everything melts and disappears.

No tables, no glasses, no one to talk to.

It disappears and disappears.

"... this time, that's it.Well, there's no way.

... I can't see the face of the person I'm talking to.

Holding my cup, wearing my junior high school runs, sitting at my “parents' table” and “parents' chair” and laughing.

I can only see you laughing when you can't see your face.

Well then, let's see.

Even though I was laughing, I somehow understood that seeping into that voice was not joy, but loneliness.

Riri Riri Riri!!!

It jumps to the noise of a loud bell.

"Uhh!?

The alarm clock placed next to the pillow unfortunately performs its function according to the set time.

Shigeru Sugiyama stops her bell and scratches her head with a big yawn.

Ugh...

"... uhh.Amazing sleep sweat.... why don't you just take a shower before you go to work? "

When I see the sweat on my head, I feel irritated.

You can't work with a customer with a nasty, sleepy body.

Because I'm not crazy about the service business with a sweaty body.

"... fuaa.Nmiiiiiii.... "

Rise and shine and go to the bath.

Grab a change of clothes shirt and pants while wiping sweat all the way to the shirt.

And today, Shigeru Sugiyama's day begins again.

Dreams fade with time.

What did you see?

What did I have to remember?

But the dream falls to zero.

I can't help it.

"... I feel like I've had a bad dream...What was that?

Murmuring to herself, she takes a shower from her head to her slutty body.

It is washed away.

Disgusting sweat and nightmares.

No, there's some kind of sign.