Return to the Inn and bathe with the representatives of Westeria.
There are only water sounds in the rented baths. Until now, both male and female water should have become noisy early, and conversations should have flown across the partition. But today, all at this time, everyone keeps their mouths shut, soaking deep in the water in a way that delays things.
As usual, no one tried to talk to me, like Cuno, who doesn't show up when I bathe.
"Hey, I'm gonna go ahead."
"Oh, I'll see you later."
Holoro, who put in a word and said no, gets a blurry reply from Django.
It was just one step away. That's all the games were made. I'm glad I regret it, but maybe what we're all thinking is, I don't think so...
I feel stuck up until now, I fell out, my body fluttered...
Everyone, including myself, seems to share a similar sensation - he was concerned about how the person looked when he was with someone, and the nature of his thoughts made him blurry, he tried to make time for one to think.
"That, what did you want to think?
Just trying to be alone didn't change my mind. In the end, Holoro was just blurry, not doing anything until dinner time. Even after dinner and free time, if I realized it, I would have repeated it by myself again.
Are you tired? I can't turn my head well. I can't feel myself......
If tomorrow is a rest day with no training, if I am so out of my mind, I cut to thinking today that I will sleep through it and make it tomorrow.
"The instructors said, 'Banquets, banquets, banquets!' That was exciting."
Pinched by Nene and Cialisa with booze, I think back to John, who was confused.
He's not going to come back to his room for the time being either. Then I'll be alone in the room, and I'll be able to sleep without worrying about anyone. The luxury inn futon was comfortable to sleep in, so it must have taken physical and mental fatigue.
"What is that? I feel like you're forgetting something important, huh? No... let's blame it on our minds"
The moonlight plugged in and the futon was laid in a pale, blue-white colored Japanese room.
I had a bad feeling about it, but the drowsiness was looking good. Holloro doesn't care about it. Swirl in a soft blanket early. When I closed my eyes, the moonlight stopped worrying me either.
Oh, you look so sleepy today...
I fell asleep shortly.
When half an hour went by.
He was prevented from sleeping by the feeling of something moving in the futon. He was tired and left it because of something, but it turned into something more unacceptable.
Already. I wonder what it was from earlier, this...?
Something came up in my futon, and it was strangely raw and warm and soft...
I hit the back of my head and turned to the side. Finally he couldn't bear the suspicion, and he made sure he opened his eyes.
"Hiccup.... good evening"
At the end of my eyes and nose, in my dim vision, I had a terrible, terrible grin.
That girl with a familiar look somehow dives into her futon and accompanies her across the street. I hold my breath in amazement, a cold sweat sprays from all over my body in fear. He, whose body was rigid and unable to move, was greeted with a whispering voice sticking to her.
My head turns white.
I returned it after my nose was licked with a perky head.
"YAHHHHHHHH!?
I scream hard to describe.
The drowsiness and other blown hollows jumped out of the futon and ran all the way to the wall.
"Oh... you're going to be so rude. You don't have to be so surprised, do you?
"Kiki, Kiki, you, why are you!? Why are you here?
Then she leaves the futon, too.
I don't even know his name, but I recognize him. I've exchanged words before. Even if he is a person whose mental state is at stake, he knows himself so well that it is difficult to forget him on the contrary.
I don't understand the situation where she was in her own futon.
"Alas. I told you. I'm going to see you tonight."
The identity of the unpleasant hunch is that. Ahhh...
To miss the hate, Holoro moaned in his chest.
"So, you don't have to bother sneaking in and licking your nose like that"
"Huh?... Well, should I have licked and licked your mouth?
I swallow the thought that made me want to give it back when I heard it and chew my lips off with my front teeth. The pale face Holoro was strongly alert to her giving a creepy and adorable tongue nod.
"I like honest kids. Hey, the eagle is called the Iries... shall we talk for a minute?
×
"I used to be an assassin."
Iris, who sits on a wide edge of a room without lights, looks at the moon and says without context.
From the tea cabinet placed in the corner of the room, prepare two tea leaves, a sudden sushi and a hot water swallow - Hololo, who at first thought he should be entertained as a guest, began to measure the tea. Instead I listened silently to her voice. I didn't feel like it was such a light topic, let alone a pattern that I could strike the right gavel.
"I used my fingers on both hands and feet, but I put enough on this hand. For the sake of the world, to protect the child held hostage, to live by himself, to think of many reasons and say something about power... the eagle didn't look like this from the start, did he?
To mockery, the words continued.
"Just so you realize it's dangerous. So that I can run away... you see, eagles are pretty looking girls, so if I could just pick a place, they wouldn't even notice me as an assassin"
Pretty? What is this guy talking about...?
Hollow's hand stops. I take his perplexity personally and say "no" again by Iris.
"You mean the other eagle? You saw it, didn't you?
I see, that dangerous one's...
Although it did look honest and adorable......
I was convinced, but now that I know the truth, she seemed horrible over there. Conversely, Hollor felt a strange sense of security in the horrible face she was now dealing with.
"That, what is it? I feel so flattered around you, I'm sorry."
"Hiccup. You say funny things, don't you?
Serve the brewed tea and put it on a wide edge seat yourself.
Hollow changed when he pinched a small table and poked Iris in the face.
"So, what are you doing here?
"I'm here to talk to you, but hey... if you insist, please"
"What favor?
"Before I do, I'll apologize first. What I said about your bad intentions... I'm sorry"
Don't see what Iris thinks, Hollor gets a little confused again.
It's something I was used to, and I didn't particularly care. Instead, it was only thanks to the people who pointed out what was missing from me that I thought there was no good connection between returning the grudge. Anyway, then, accepting the apology, he waited for the words and whispered.
"Your feelings were real. It was intensely felt in your words and actions. I've been waiting for you. That someone with an ideal like you will show up. The eagle believes that your will will will someday lead the world to peace."
Hear the wish of Iris, who has somewhat embarked on himself.
"Hey... can I aspire to you, too?
"... Huh?
I can't feel it in the wind that the person overlapping my gaze said chilled.
Holoro was upset that seemed unnecessarily surprising. It was the first time I had met someone who would say that, even if there was someone who would understand that of me. It was the first time I had met someone who wished for me to take the same path as myself.
Strange and beating faster. He unconsciously reaches out to his chest and presses him to grab it. I make an expression that says not to be enlightened by upset, but I can only make an expression that is less dressed than a vain mask.
"... No?
With a voice that sounds a little weak, I can be sure.
"No... why?
"Who else do you want to be?"
"But this one of mine is... beautiful, maybe it's just an ideal..."
"… the reality that exists today originally comes from a very small number of ideals. At some point people only saw the ideals fulfilled by their forefathers as a natural reality. Some people live by laughing at their ideals... someone has to have them. Then I'm sure there's a lot of people."
That's what they asked, and Holoro wept quietly.
"Oh, well, oh dear... Shall I lend you a handkerchief?
The panicking Iris offers me a handkerchief.
Yes, it was. I've always wanted someone to say that...
I become aware of what I have previously been unconscious. I said to her, "What do you think?" and when prompted to reply, he returns to me. Receive that handkerchief and wipe your tears.
Without getting lost anymore, he was able to respond.
"... thanks. Will you get it?
"Yeah. I'm sure I'll take care of it."
The two share their aspirations without even being bright about each other's identities.
I didn't feel the need to interact any more, and by the time I crossed the date, I broke up with Pumpkin. When I had to break up, I felt somewhat lonely and not talking enough, but I had no choice but to talk about it.
Perhaps that's a pleasure to keep when we meet again at the Martial Arts Festival......
Yes, they thought so.