Maouyome

The three of us have been together ever since we were little.

There's Fascias, there's Sophia.

There was another one there, myself.

Time and memory overlap, streak, mix and melt at the bottom of the gloomy, cloudy consciousness of concepts and pasts.

A small mountainous village.

A slight obsession, falling into a corner of memory.

Keep sheep, pick nuts and pick vegetable flowers.

The men hunt beasts in the mountains, and the women spin yarn from cotton.

Days of peaceful routine.

While the adults work, the children of the village play as one group to help and learn about nature.

Pick up dead branches, pick flowers and mow grass.

At the heart of it was always Fascias.

Fascias has long been strong.

Fascias, who can defeat pigs by himself and defeat mountain dogs, also had a great deal of trust from the adults.

The children of the village nostalgic for their strong sense of justice and their tenderness to treat everyone indivisible and everyone admired them.

"It's my win!

Raise the wooden sword high, and the young Fascias screams.

Underneath my feet my own wooden sword, which I have removed, rolls and my pressed right hand hurts with gin.

It was always like this.

Always one more step to go.

Fascias is already stronger than any of the village's adults.

But I was able to fight that fascias on an equal footing. Only I can fight on equal footing. That's what happened today. I could have hunted him down just one more step and won a few more.

The slightest sense of superiority and great remorse creep up.

My painful right hand was wrapped in a cold sensation.

"Sophia, I'm the only one who won!

"Fascias wasn't hurt. Plus, you don't have to hit it hard until it swells so bad! Look, we need to cool it down quickly. '

'Huh... Oh, my God. Always. "

There was always Sophia beside him when he fought with Fascias.

Same sight as usual.

Same result as usual.

Sophia loses her battle with Fascias and rushes to herself after her injury. Fascias bending Heso over how that Sophia looks.

Repentance deepens and erodes the chest.

'Cause it's okay.... That's enough, Sophia'

"You can't be strong! Everyone hurts because it hurts.... also because I'm stronger than anyone else in the village and I don't have a fascias or a clue. '

Nothing. One word stings my heart.

"Can you do something about it? I'm gonna lose."

"Sometimes Fascias gets hit. Yikes! That would make that tall, stretched nose just the right length. '

"Hit me! Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

"Beh, it is! Fascias!

Memories cross.

I just didn't want to lose to him.

I was already stronger than the grownups.

Strong enough to beat even the adults in the village.

Even in the battle against the demons who occasionally show up outside the village, adults are expected to join the battle. He was given a real sword to protect the village, and he was fighting the demons.

I'm getting stronger and stronger.

I was clearly aware of myself becoming stronger.

Yet he's the only one there.

He gets stronger just as much as I get stronger.

No matter how much I trained, how much I fought in action, and how much I realized I was getting stronger and stronger with it, looking back, he was always looming right behind me.

Every time we meet a wooden sword, every time we strike a blow.

He continued to be overwhelmed by pressing pressures.

I didn't want to lose to him.

Absolutely not for him alone, I couldn't lose.

"It's my win!

Pick up a win on a piece of paper and raise your name.

No matter how strong you get, you can only win with a single piece of paper. I get irritated. There is only a slight difference in power, and I am constantly reminded of it.

So still, when I was the one who won, I couldn't help but show strongly that I won.

I'm still stronger.

I scream clearly that I'm still better up there.

By holding down my right hand and saying that to him, I was always pushing in the anxiety I felt somewhere in my heart.

Sophia rushes up to him as usual.

I'm the one who won.

Even though it's always me who wins.

Sophia never comes running over to me.

Always look at him, worry about him, always, always take his side.

"Beh, it is! Fascias!

Memories cross.

Maybe at first, it was from sympathy.

Against Fascias, who will beat even the village adults, he will never pull back and will not give up again no matter how many times he loses.

I didn't think being strong was a great thing.

I was weak and thought that would be fine if I was nice.

No matter how much we lost, that guy didn't give up.

Every time he lost, every time he was hurt, that man swallowed remorse, without resenting Fascias. He just kept waving the wooden sword unknowingly.

I couldn't help but wonder.

Even the village grownups end up laughing powerlessly that they have no choice but to lose to Fascias. Even though everyone gives up there. Only that guy wasn't convinced it would end there.

I've tried so many times, I've just never won and hurt myself, I keep losing so many times, and every time I try, I get stuck.

Still, I kept waving the wooden sword without giving up.

I wonder why I'm getting there.

I was wondering why you wouldn't give up.

No matter how desperate he gets and keeps waving his wooden sword, Fascias will always go on top of it. Every time that guy got one strong, Fascias was bound to stay on top of one of them.

I think that guy was desperate to keep chasing the difference that never shrinks.

Hurt over and over and over again.

I've been watching that for so long.

Ever since, I've been following all that guy's appearance.

I wanted to do something for you.

As I watched him get hurt, I was starting to wonder if I could encourage him to heal him.

My mother taught me the herbs that would help me beat myself up, and I started hearing more about how to make wet cloth pills from the old ladies in the village.

Watching softly where I was training, I couldn't help but worry if I wasn't forced or if I wasn't breaking my body.

I want to ease that man's pain.

I want to help you with something.

I only wanted to do that once and for all, and I kept learning how to heal the wound for that man who was hurt and hurt so many times.

When a cleric from around the region visited the village, I ran to beg to teach before anyone else.

Drugs weren't enough.

In order for the clergyman to tell me how to work better than medicine.

No one in the village knows. But the clergyman knows, he can use it. Holy magic. To heal someone, magic.

I was able to learn the divine magic there.

I want to heal that guy.

That's what I kept hoping for. My healing magic showed me double the effect of people. He was also blessed with the opportunity to anticipate qualities and teach more magic.

I learned magic desperately.

I never gave up, no matter how hard it was, like that guy who never gave up, losing or losing, and I, I kept doing magic training.

Because I wanted to heal that guy.

Because I always wanted to be the one to heal that guy.

All in all, I kept learning.

And time goes by.

As I continued to learn with all my heart, by the time I received my fifteen-year-old adult, I had reached the point of being recognized around me as a user of divine magic.

Memories cross.

The three of us have been together ever since we were little.

We've been together forever.

By the time they welcomed their fifteen-year-old adults, the two had become more radiant in their dazzling positions.

Sophia finds talent in divine magic, and Fascias is even more polished by its strength.

When the rumors called for rumors, only the two names began to show a great spread, until it was said that there was that man in the village.

Visiting the two, people began to come in search of the two, and there were more visitors from the neighbouring village, and from its neighbouring village again.

It may have been natural, in a way, for such two people to hear directly from the Holy Capital.

The two were definitely expected from the center and were invited to the Holy Capital.

The two trips to the Sacred Capital were immediately decided in the blessings that raised the hands of the villagers.

Dark feelings sting my heart.

In the end, Fascias goes to the center without ever winning. Fascias goes with Sophia to the Holy Capital.

Then I felt like I wanted to.

In fact, Fascias had asked me many times to come with him.

"Without Fascias, there will be no one to protect this village. You are next in strength to Fascias in this village. Who will protect this village when you are gone?"

The village chief, who had blessed Fascias and Sofia with his way to the Holy Capital, had said so in that same voice, when he visited the house many times.

"Fascias and Sophia are going to be wanted. But you're not. Are you going to abandon this village for your own sake?"

For some reason, I was there because I couldn't look up, even though I wanted to honestly celebrate the glorious future of the two of us.

Ever since I was a little girl, the three of us were together.

But not anymore. Different.

Fascias still kept inviting me to come with him. Sophia would have also told me if you would have stayed with me.

I was there to drop myself off with the villagers, one of them traveling to the Holy City.

I can't be with you anymore.

My surroundings couldn't forgive me for that.

There is a gloomy shade in my heart, not knowing why.

In the darkness that I couldn't get out of, I was alone, resistant to situations that left me, biting my lips.

Memories cross.