Ippanjin Enpou Yori Kaeru. Mata Hatara Kaneba!

I'm dreaming now.

When you dream, it seems that what you realize in that dream is a clear dream.

Apparently, I can change these dreams as I wish, but I have never succeeded before.

But I know this is a dream.

It's always the same starting point, the same ending point.

No matter how much I shouted there, the flow never changed.

I just noticed it.

I just changed my dreams, and what will change. Since then, she has become ridiculous and has only left herself to herself.

Bullshit. If the effort is a meaningless consolation, it's all worthless.

It all started on a hot and humid night. I wake up to sleepiness.

Yes, twelve nights at a time.

As usual, I checked the sports watch dial on the bedside with my eyes.

And as usual, you can hear the fury echoing from afar, and the explosion.

Even at night, the surrounding trees were burning red enough not to need lighting. At first, there was a violent upset every time I dreamed about it, but I got used to it. Yeah, pretty soon. Another power plant will blow up.

... Look, the power went out because of that.

And you hear footsteps rushing up to you.

The door will be knocked open, and I will not hear from you.

... haha, as usual. As usual.

My father, who seemed to be in a hurry, came to call me.

After that, he tries to jump out in a hurry.

Steps away, and the brakes. He looks back and returns to his bedside, grabs his watch and ring and takes it out.

Leave the room and continue at full speed to the hangar.

Friends in uniform who move around in a hurry.

They rush into a reciprocating propeller machine parked in the hangar.

Leave the hangar and continue onto the runway.

I'm yelling around as the plane runs slowly.

That's my father and the mother who was riding me first. And the leading members of the research were desperate to admire it.

Oh, pathetic. I hate myself.

You must be the little girl from Middle School who doesn't know the truth. Crying and screaming like this.

I know, but I'm depressed no matter how many times I see myself.

It's like watching a character shouting out when they tell you not to speak up in a horror movie. The character just screams out in a confusion and annoys the surroundings.

In most of the works, he is determined to die inexhaustible after a few minutes, but he remembers the same emotion.

Oh, this woman.

I wish Smile White Run were dead here.

I would have spent the most effort on individual occasions until I gave up my efforts in vain if the place was only a dream.

I was wondering if I could kill this woman somehow.

But why? Just like then, the body just pitied the sudden descent of misfortune and did nothing.

Oh, this witch.

A plane floats as it flutters along the runway.

Then, I peered into the window and saw what was happening.

I saw several muzzle flashes running in the red burning jungle.

She leaves a clear trail of her fingers in the window and collapses into her seat.

My mother, who sits next to me on the shoulder, hugs me. My father in the aisle puts his wrinkled hand on his lap and wraps it around me.

The most valuable part of this dream is its warmth.

This is all that makes sense in this dream.

And the dream comes to an end.

As usual, it ends here.

The plane shakes and everyone sits down.

Somehow, in front of everyone who was upset, a black arm stitched through the side of the plane appeared.

Yes, he's coming.

Hey, Hissy-bye

He's coming.

Cujo T. Shizuma.

Half the blood that flows through this cursed body.

A genetic father.

And this dream ends with a smile on his face.

As usual, as usual. Let's close our eyes.

That way, you'll wake up like this and...

Hey, Kola

I heard a voice, and I was shocked.

... what?

Dreams never end.

This usual nightmare never ends.

It never happened before.

I have to open my closed eyes. As you continue this loop, the nightmare continues.

I can't see the slightly opened eyes.

There's Kujo standing, there's something, something in there.

"It" shines white and raises my fist... "

Con. Con. Con.

A slightly strong knock brought her back to reality.

Hah, looking in the direction of the noise, I noticed that the man who had deposited his body in the open door had knocked.

"I didn't seem to be able to sleep at work..." Did something happen? "

That's what he said. Mukuro.

Large size long sleeve shirt and stretchy trousers. Large sunglasses that cover the eye area.

Except for wearing black leather gloves on both hands, it doesn't mean that the outfit is as prominent as it should be.

"... no, I was thinking about it a little bit. It must be a bit of a blur. I may have fallen asleep lightly.”

I see.

On the table, the PC that was in the middle of driving remained.

It won't be long enough, given that the screen saver you set up isn't working.

“We have to finish the fine tuning.... I'll rest a bit when this is over. We have a little time to plan.”

Be safe, please.

That's what Mukuro walks out the door.

Phew, and the violet exhaled, holding the unused glass on the side, pouring water from the pitcher and moistening the throat.

"... no growth at all."

You say that to yourself and bite your teeth.

It brings back memories of my usual dreams.

His own unwanted crying figure and the warmth of his parents who admire it.

You must have dreamed about it again.

How long do you think it's been since? I'm exhausted of love in my sweet heart.

I put down my glass and recovered my mind and headed for the PC.

And the sound of clicking on the keyboard echoed through the room.

Dreams fall from scratch.

Hold the water flowing from the faucet by hand.

Flowing down, it falls into your hands one after another, overflowing and dripping from the gap. Even more new water is being drained again.

So, there are no details left of your dreams.

All that remains in her is her usual nightmare.

That's all.