Manowa

"... ha"

Residential neighborhood near Tokyo. At that corner, a woman was breathing a deep sigh in the living room of the house where the plaque Yubihama was erected.

Is it hereditary, that woman with such a young appearance that she used to be said to be sisters alongside her daughter, looked so melancholy when she saw the news now on TV.

Speaking of the content of the news, the area of Akihabara has been sealed off since the morning now and that is still ongoing......

Special news programmes are organized alongside each broadcaster, but the situation remains unclear. The anxiety surrounds what is happening.

"We're talking about evacuation in time, but I'm worried."

"... oh"

Her husband, Yubihama, snorts at the words of Yubihama's harp noise.

It's been three years since they lost their children. And the news they're watching was a wake-up call to the wounds of a once incident.

The simultaneous incidents in Japan, which we do not even know if we should call that war or terrorism, were supposed to have already ended within the international community with all the deaths of the parties as a result of the fighting.

Most importantly, it is a nightmare that will never end for the parties. I said, "I'm coming" that morning, and I opened the front door and I went out, because the two of you will never come back.

"But what is this? When did that turn into a special shot?

I say so in a grumpy voice for a long time.

The footage flowing on TV had at some point turned into that of a six-armed black giant and a crystal-covered dragon confronting him on Central Avenue in Akihabara.

Six or seven stories of buildings and so many giants fought each other, beaming at each other, and eventually the lid-shaking sword that the dragon had slashed and tore the giant apart and settled.

It was too good a video even for CG, but it was only too inappropriate to stream it between the cases currently occurring in the progression. It was natural for Naoku to whisk his eyebrows.

Then the harp sound tilted his neck.

"That's crazy. The show is the same, and I can't believe it's actual footage... what's the joke?

"You're careless enough. Totally."

Change the show with a remote control while Naoku roughs up his voice. Then now there was footage of debris rain falling on Central Avenue in Akihabara.

'Does this mean this was actually happening?

'Yeah, at least that's what informants say. Even if the evacuation is complete, there are cameras and the Internet now. And that's not all the footage that was provided.'

Narrators and some kind of expert are flying opinions on another show, but it still didn't change the unrealistic footage going on.

"No way, let it... is the Akihabara blockade itself a dodgy way to put a TV show through?

I have twisted my neck for a long time. I once panicked when I broadcast that aliens had attacked me on American radio drama... I remember Naoku talking about it. But at the same time as the TV screen switched to another video, the harp sounds stood gauntly.

'This, right? There are people in the rubble. Here.'

'Huh. You've been well found. I've heard stories about villains falling into old cartoons.'

'Well, you would say that the resolution of the camera and the ability to analyze the PC have improved that much. Look, look. He's a jerk, but he can tell his face by some measure. "

"Lie. What is this..."

Like the harp sounds too surprising, I make the face that Naoku is what it is.

"Wind sounds. There was a wind. There's the wind."

"What are you talking about? Sure, it's similar, but that kid's already..."

I hung up saying that there was no bone left, and I stopped saying it for a long time. The remains of their daughters crushed by rubble were rendered indistinguishable by subsequent fires and should have been placed in a joint cemetery with strangers with no one. So there is still no wind noise and naoki in Yubihama's tomb.

And when I watched TV for a long time, the screen just switched.

I could see a girl who looked like my daughter for a short while. I felt like I was growing horns, cat ears, wings, but that face was certainly similar.

"There he is. Sure. I have to go. You, now."

"Hey. I'm so excited. Besides, where are you going? Akihabara is sealed off now."

"Still gotta go. She's alive."

Naoku looked indescribable in front of his wife screaming hysterically. There was also a desire to make me do whatever I wanted. That's too much of a backward thought, but it's been a long time since I've seen my wife turn to something like this with a fever. So I didn't want to depress my beloved girlfriend for a long time yet.

"Okay. Let's go, too. Find the wind noise. That's all right, right? Huh?"

So I told her that I would go with her for a long time.

I know I feel bitter. But if I didn't go, I felt like I was going to lose it to something else important for a very long time. Then I thought about what to do and saw the harp sound.

"But you can't go into Akihabara. Where are you going?

"Anyway, let's get to where we can go. Look, where I liked that kid. Nearby Intolerance Pond or something... they're here somewhere. I'm sure...... hey?

I just have to snort straight into that word. He's out there somewhere. I wondered how good it would be if that were the case, and I cried for one by pressing my voice to death so that my wife wouldn't see me for a long time.

Then they decided to take the train and head to Ueno first. His wife looks out the train window. The sight I've seen more than once when the kids were little. The harp noise opens its mouth as I recall watching it.

Speaking of which, Naoki wasn't there.

"I'll stay with the wind. That idiot... I'm gonna marry you - or something."

The harp sounds bitterly laugh at the words of immortality. Then the harp murmured as he looked out the window again.

I'm sorry...... and.

I know the sound of the harp.

I understand that the children are no longer in this world. But she couldn't help but. I just had to do this to make myself understand that I could never get that hand to fill the hole in my heart.

And they walk out of the station. The goal of searching for my daughter had turned into looking for memories of me and my daughter by the time I got here. My memories with my daughter are myriad scattered. Comfort the dead. That was what the living needed to do in order to face the dead.

They just didn't know. We didn't realize we were walking on a path made up of unwanted miracles. I thought it was impossible, even with my mouth.

"Is that your mother and father?

Not until I hear that voice.