On a full moon night, I woke up in a mountain full of trees.
Gadinoa was holding him, and Vern was being transported somewhere.
I didn't even know the circumstances in which I was placed just by looking at it, but it still didn't make me anxious. Because his footing in the poor scaffolding was felt by the gentle, as if he cared for his own body.
I'm sure you're doing something that makes sense, so trust me and let yourself go.
"... hey. Where are you taking me?
Wern laughed weakly at Gadinoa, who was knotting his mouth even though he noticed it.
"Deep, deep business"
Words went on to reveal the truth. My heart is revealed in the wash that I was aware of the identity of Kensei, that I was not talking about it and hiding it, that I was thinking about making it known.
Gadinoa's face, peering from inside its arms, looked somewhere backwards.
"You were.... picked up such a nasty woman and you suffered too"
"Why be forgiven? Do you think the thoughts you put on this sword are real?
Consciousness turns to the two swords lowered to the left and right hips.
"... that sword, Alan too, did you really hit it because you wanted it to survive, too? It's only been a year since we've lost so much."
"I don't deserve to receive it. This sword could kill Kensei, right?
knowing everything, it should be noted that Vern did not try to blame any
From Gadinoa, who seemed unnecessarily distressed, I can sue him for his steps and stopping. He exchanges his unwavering gaze and complains with a voice that is feverish word for word.
"Don't get me wrong. If they told me to choose between Alan or you, I would choose Alan without hesitation. So even if you die, I'll definitely pick Alan"
Keep your gaze toward the night sky and watch the full moon floating in the gaps between the trees.
"This is not what it is.... I'm sure humans can do it the way they don't dispute. But that's uninterrupted and difficult, and since it's unlikely to reach as much as that starry sky, we choose the path to take our weapons. We choose the path of making weapons. Believe me, one day such a day will come. If it may be, I..."
"It's a trick. The world hasn't been able to be that way."
"Forgive me as much as I dream. There are so many smiles, so boring that we can fight, and all we can do is grieve to heal, and we can all hold hands together. I wish there was such a world.... I wish I had"
Left his mouth tied again, Gadinoa walked out.
After a while the destination was an open place with waterfalls.
Water flowing from the waterfall accumulates in the waterfall, from which overflowing becomes a river, crossing a square scattered with natural gravel. Its river width was about five medas, and without the help of people, it had a bouncing stone in good shape.
The landscape, illuminated by a full moon that plunged brilliantly, was ruthlessly natural and beautiful.
"Beautiful," Vern spilled.
Keep going, Gadinoa stops on one side of the shore.
What he was looking at was not a landscape. It would have appeared on the opposite shore a while ago, only one of them was paying attention. For the past six months, we have killed each other for what we seek.
I look at the same person because I care about that gaze. There is one figure there who gave up eagerly for a reunion. No matter how much you change your identity, you can't go wrong - Vern called the name.
"Alan. Alan, is that you?
Alan stopped on the opposite shore as he walked out in a difficult foothold. The kimono I could wear was noticeable after I hooked it up to the grass. I was breathing badly disturbed.
Gadinoa, on the other hand, was silently sending his gaze, as he communicated his will, waiting to calm down.
And they stomped on the same bouncing stone, without words or signals.
Wern was handed over between the two. And if they slowly turned back to their original place, they would have broken up with Gadinoa, who had been with them until then, and reunited with Alan, who had given up.
"Vern. Vern....... Vern"
Wern was softly held by Alan, who collapsed from his knee.
He peeks into his face with a sad look and drops a large grain of tears on his cheek. Then she spilled a laugh. More than ever having been able to reunite with him, I felt sincere about how it looked and was filled with joy again.
"Good. This tear, … I live in you. I can't be happier."
"Am I crying? Vern, I... what am I supposed to do?
To Alan, who is about to lose sight of the road, Vern wished.
"Please remember. This tear is filled with kindness, the sincerity a man should have for a man. I hope I don't know yet. I'm going to think about what that means. Look for your own answers... because you would definitely get to the same answers as me"
"No... no. Find me with you...... Vern"
Alan's voice is weaker and less reliant than he once sounded.
Vern stroked the pattern of the moonlit beauty he was lowering to his waist with his fingertips.
"Whether this thought disappears or not, under the moon and night, by your side... my name is the beauty of the moon - I will be here the night of the moon's departure, and I will protect you. If you have someone you want to protect, I will protect that person. If you feel heavy, you can throw it away. Thin lovers will fade out at that time.... Nevertheless, after all, the beautiful part, while I... arr..."
Joking, Vern squeezed and laughed.
I had a feeling it wasn't going to be long. So as I remembered, "Oh yeah," I put into words what I wanted to tell you the most right now. The comfort of falling asleep in its arms was in its words.
"... I'm home"