Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"... feathers?

When I tilt my neck, Lorraine tilted her neck the same way.

"... weren't you aware?

I've been asking.

As for Lorraine, she didn't mean to keep her mouth shut, she seemed to think I already knew.

But it is.

"I can't see my back. You can't be realizing...?

With that said, Lorraine said,

"No, I've been moving quite a bit since earlier, so I thought it was something I was consciously moving. I'm sorry...... what, is it something that moves on its own without consciousness? It's like a lid...... oh, I might need another mirror. It would be hard to see if you were forced to turn your back. Wait a minute."

That's what I said. Fish the shelves in the room and take out the mirror.

For once, the room I'm renting was originally Lorraine's.

I don't have a lot of baggage, and most of the contents of the shelves and chests in the room belong to Lorraine.

Lorraine adjusted the mirror she took out and the appearance she kept in front of me so I could see my back.

And there it was...

"... feathers, right"

"Oh, feathers. That's what you've been saying."

Exactly, it was a feather.

I can see wings growing in a symmetrical left and right position on my back, slightly below my scapula, near my spine.

That was more like a wing film of a bat than a feathered bird feather... one way or another.

It seems small and folded, but when I'm conscious, I can certainly move it.

Look at that, Lorraine,

"... Oh, can you move it yourself? Then I wonder what it felt like just now..."

With that said, it touches the pterygoid and begins to stroke and stretch.

Pretty ticklish, but Lorraine is now an expert in demons.

I tried to accept the act that getting her to look at her body would also lead to knowing herself deeply...

"Hey, don't run away"

Says Lorraine.

…… I don't mean to run away... "

"You're on the run. It's not my body. Your feathers. Maybe I should say pterygoid...... well, neither I nor you want to have a strict definition of words that mean organs of things that fly in the sky, or either. Anyway, that feather is running away."

As a matter of fact, I'm not particularly going to be moving my wings, but from Lorraine's point of view, it just seems to be running away.

Now you're willing to make sure you don't run away, and when you touch me,

"... um. You didn't run away."

I was convinced.

But still, what just happened seemed to bother me, and Lorraine tilted her neck,

"Why did you just... hmm, well, maybe..."

That's what I said, and then I touched my wings with some strange gestures.

That seems like it's tickling, and the fact is, Lorraine's expression in the mirror is a little laughing.

... It is a hoax.

But I have a strong will to beat something like that, and I will try for a while.

If you want to endure tickles, you can endure them for hours.

Yes, for hours... whatever... but... I can't.

The moment I gave up thinking so,

"... have you consciously moved your feathers now?

That's what they asked me.

"No. It tickled me, but I'm gonna put up with it the best I can."

I answered that.

In fact, I'm pretty sure I couldn't stand the tickle at the end of the day, but basically I didn't try to move it.

Lorraine heard it,

"Again? You can move it consciously, but you seem to react unconsciously, don't you? While I was tickling, the feathers were trying to escape on their own. It felt like another will was trying to pull it back together. For the last time, you gave up, didn't you?

"Oh... I can't stand boulders"

"At that moment, I guess the initiative leaned toward the unconscious. The feathers fled my hand...... I guess it's like an animal's tail"

and settle for some strange conclusion.

If you look at my feathers, you'll say you understand my mood and emotions?

Well, don't tell me that much, because even if I don't want to move my feathers, they're gonna react, so it's going to be hard to hide them when they get noticed.

I wouldn't have walked round my back......

Hmm?

I was a little curious to think that far.

"... isn't this scary that you look like you have something on your back when you're dressed?

"... you want to try"

That said, I'll bring you a cheap jacket made of hemp by Lorraine.

I'll try that on, and then I'll ask Lorraine how her back is.

"What do you say?

"... uh, well, this is... sure, don't even feel scared of anything. Some of my back is swollen and swollen..."

It was a horror sight that you didn't have to look at.

Some demons are horrible enough to lay eggs on a human body, but I've seen people with eyes that say so.

This is what happens inside the skin when the blemishes are swollen.

And at the end of the day, they are born through that skin.

That was a gross sight to the top three of what I've seen in my life.

By the way, some of the top three include myself when I was the corpse eater Ghoul and myself when I was the corpse ghost Shiki, of course.

There's no way a dried human being, who's always visible inside his body, isn't gross.

I'm pretty sure I've been familiar with it lately.

The sight of remembering something like that playing on my back comes to my mind.

Obviously not.

After observing something like that for a while, Lorraine tells me.

"... right, that feather, don't you let it go? Some demons can get their wings in and out of their bodies."

"No, some of that stuff... but how do you do it?

"There's no way I can tell. Anyway, isn't it from trying to be strong will...?

When we looked at each other, we could see from the light of their eyes that they thought it was a rather retarded conversation.

But I'm also sure we'll have to think realistically and do that.

There's no one else to put me in a situation like this, so I can't act efficiently with someone in mind.

I did what Lorraine said for now.

Then, I felt like something was pushed into my body.

Lorraine, who was observing my back,

"Ooh!"

and raised his voice, then jerked off his pet and back,

"Hold on, Lent."

and, furthermore, roll your jacket and look straight at your back,

"... um, I'm losing sight of it properly... I also feel it's slightly uplifting, but this would be acceptable..."

I nodded.

Then,

"Isn't it painful?

They asked, so I answer.

"It feels a little strange that my guts are being pushed in... but to say that all of a sudden my feathers come out"

- It doesn't seem, I was just about to answer,

"Wow!!

and Lorraine spoke out.

Naturally, I was surprised and frightened, so suddenly I looked back at Lorraine to ask what she would do... and she was staring at my back with a frightened face.

"... sounds like you can't be surprised"

I was told and forced to look at my back in the mirror, and there was a feather figure that popped up at some point there.

Moreover, it is not in a folded state, but in a spread form.

All of a sudden, all over the city, on the day when this came out by tearing clothes, would the demons be pointing out loudly and being rebelled?

It was me who thought from the bottom of my heart that it was good to have confirmation here and now.