Only with Your Heart

The meadows had a pleasant cold breeze since then, shaking the grass of spring that let it grow young on the earth. A brightly rocking sunset is about to sink across the horizon, at the tip of a hill beyond the meadows.

"─ That's how your father and mother got married. Lots of people came to the ceremony and blessed me. Even if one song or dance after another begins, your father won't let your mother in the bride go until after the ceremony."

The boy narrowed his eyes and was seen on the delicate side of his mother illuminated by orange light. My mother smiled happily and dropped her eyes at the boy, who was facing the sunset.

No matter how old she was, her mother, who did not lose her pity like a girl, even reflected beautifully in the eyes of her son, the boy. It is also easy to imagine the story of my father not letting go of my mother in bride forever at the wedding ceremony. After all, my father never lets go of my mother in rare things even after today.

"And then what happened?

Unable to contain his curiosity, the boy asked for more of his mother's spinning parents.

Mother puts her hands gently on the boy's shoulder and continues in a unique, teachingly tone to tell her child.

"Your father has always been sweet since we got married, boy. Now, go back to your father. He'll call you."

"But I just want to hear it now."

"I'll see you later, boy. Now go."

The boy, who was taking a break with his mother in the shade of a tree, threw his gaze at his father, who stood with his sword in the middle of the meadow. My father does look at this one, bend one hand, and do the trick of coming this way.

The break is over.

Also, the boy shook his spine when he thought that tough sword special training would begin.

My father was a knight of great strength, and it was obvious that he was trying to tap that skill and toughness into a boy who was his only son. Even the boy dreams of one day standing himself up as a fine knight like his father.

But the boy had just finally turned eight the other day.

In the learning of this country, the son of a knight is allowed to have a sword from his birthday when he turns eight. Not leaking into the example, the boy was also given a long sword by his parents on his eighth birthday. The sword, which was slender and heavy and emitted a dull silver glow, was almost the same length as the back length of a long boy for the age of eight.

"Don't forget why we have swords"

And my father told the boy.

"It is unacceptable to wave a sword for looting or slaughter. We have a sword to protect those we love."

and.

And my father began to teach the boy sword moves so that he would be rushed into something.

Sure, I've heard rumors several times that there's not much security here. Is it because of that, my father, who is usually harsh and warm, has planted his sword on the boy for days now in a ghostly shape from morning to evening?

A little more, listening to my tender mother's old stories, I almost wanted to rest... but the boy regained his sword and left the shade of my mother's waiting tree to go to her father, who stood in the middle of the meadow.

My father's pitch-black eyes stare at the boy's movements.

The boy had eyes just like his father's.

"What were you talking about?

When the boy reached right in front of him, his father heard that in a calm voice. The boy turned his eyes to the shade of the tree with his mother, and replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"I was listening to Father and Mother. My mother seemed very happy."

My father raised his face, staring straight at my mother in the distance, smiling softly. It was a loving smile that seemed like even the sunset would be sumptuous.

"But I was on my way. I already wanted to hear it."

Crunching so dissatisfied in a whisper, his father turned the same smile toward the boy as he had directed toward his mother, placing his hands on the pitch-black hair of a short cut boy, of the same colour as his eyes. Big, muscular, powerful hands.

It seemed to him, who was still a boy, that there was nothing more powerful in the world than the hands of his father.

"If you want to hear more, it's after sundown"

"Yes."

My father tried to set up a sword.

But before doing so, he lifts the edge of his fudge lips and leaks an invincible grin.

"But there's a reason why we're halfway there"

The boy also regained his sword pattern to suit his father, but before taking a proper stand, he leaned his neck.

"Why not?

"Why not? Because our story isn't over yet. And it won't end forever. Our story will be passed down to you, Ruklov, and will continue pulsating. And to your child next. And to that child. Forever."

My father answered.

Ruklov slowly opened his closing eyes.

The first thing that came into my eyes was a sunset orange sunset at the end of the meadow, similar to what I saw next to my father and mother on Boy's Day. Ruklov looked up softly, even more blindly.

Chizuru looks down at him, smiling softly.

On the knee of Chizuru, sitting with his back to the trunk of the tree, Ruklov lay down with his head on his back and lingered for a while.

"Are you awake already?

Thousands of cranes whispered as they slipped their thin, white fingers between Ruklov's hair.

"It would have been okay if I'd been asleep."

"No, I've had enough rest. You're the one who didn't sleep much last night."

Ruklov put one hand on the cheek of a thousand cranes and laughed meaningfully. Chizuru quickly turns bright red and takes Luklov's hand as he clumps.

"It's... whose fault is it?

It's me.

They stared at each other, remembering last night when they were passionate, and felt each other's bodies coming hot and colourful at the same time.

"I'm the only one... who can love you all night"

Thousand cranes shrugged their shoulders shyly at first, but immediately surrendered to Luklov's straight gaze, dropping a light mouthfeel on his forehead (hiss) when he bowed his back.

Ruklov quickly got up and changed his posture when he touched the end of the thousand cranes and quickly laid her together. Chizuru breathes briefly in surprise and stares back at Luklov with his crushed eyes.

"I'll hold you in peace tonight, my wife. You don't have to fall down."

To be honest, the male part of Luklov already stands stiff in search of a thousand cranes. Thousands of cranes must have passed that along. No matter how long, Luklov's greedy desire for a thousand cranes remained unchanged.

On the contrary, as the years passed, love deepened.

"Luklov......"

Chizuru closed his eyes and accepted Luklov's greedy mouthfeel.

The two breathe mixed, their breath rough.

"Luklov... not now..."

When Chizuru pleaded with his uncut sigh...

"Mother! Father! What are you doing?

A boy, almost five years old, sparkling his big black eyes, peered in between them with a face from the side. There are many leaves scattered over the boy's head, and the tunic, which was beautifully stretched in the morning, is completely muddy and dirty over the wrinkles.

But his smile is like an angel.

Thousand cranes tried to distance themselves from Luklov, but he wouldn't let me go so easily. Instead, lean over the crane and gently mouth it under the earlobe rub.

"Zain."

When he looked up, Ruklov told the boy in a calm tone.

"It's not something that stands in the way of my father. I told you to play over there for a while."

"Yes... but I want you to see this"

The boy proudly offered something wrapped in his hands before Lucroff and Chizuru. When they peered in at the same time, what was inside were some nuts. Round and well ripened, edible. It's hard to find around here.

"We took it together."

And the boy called Zain said with a flamboyant smile.

Ruklov and Chizuru stared at each other, witnessing the kindness and resourcefulness of their sons, smiling at the same time.

─ ─ The first child the two were given was a boy, named Zain.

Having suffered through a thousand cranes in her first birth and being shown a newborn baby, Lucrov is so wrapped up in excitement that she forgets to breathe too. The baby was bright red, wrinkled and tiny, and more beautiful than anything else in the world.

"Zain"

Yes, Ruklov was crushing unconsciously.

Not that the baby looked like the late Zain now. In an external sense, the baby looked just like Lucroff and didn't even look like Zain, who had blonde blue eyes. But what floated in Ruklov's chest was the look of that young man who was his best friend.

"Zayn... this kid's name is Zayn"

Chizuru agreed with Ruklov, weeping and sneering at everything.

Zayn grew up quickly, adored by the inhabitants and inhabitants of the castle, and was liked by everyone for his serene and wise character. Appearance is the living copy of Ruklov, but its calm character is reminiscent of the deceased Zain.

And when Zain turned two, Chizuru wore it again.

The second child born was a girl.

"Where's your sister?

When asked by Ruklov, Zain shrugged his shoulders and ran his gaze at the end of the meadow.

"I'm still looking for nuts. I said it wouldn't be that easy to find, stubborn."

"I'm bringing him in. It's time for the sun to go down. I have to go home."

The Zayn boy nodded and rushed towards the meadow as he pressed the nuts into Luklov's hand.

Ruklov stood up and reached out to Thousand Cranes. Chizuru took the hand and rose, aided by Luklov. How many times have I done this? I didn't need words already.

─ ─ As soon as he found out his second child was a girl, Chizuru naturally thought Lucrov would choose the name "Edina". That seemed very natural.

But Luklov, with his newborn baby, shut up for a while, and held Chizuru and Zain, who was already three years old, he said.

"Chizul, what name do you want it to be?

Chizuru looked up at her husband in surprise.

"Not" Edina, "is it?

"No."

Ruklov stared at the baby's face and his little hand clumsily gripped. 'Cause you're brothers and sisters... but I don't have trouble falling in love. Let's make it another name.'

Chizuru laughed when he got funny. Young Zain doesn't seem to know what he was told, and he's enthralled his freshly made sister with excitement, as if she were the rarest gem in the world.

Chizuru thought.

Indeed, it may be unnatural to give brothers and sisters the names of those who were once lovers to each other. The two souls will surely be bound somewhere far away, unknown to Thousand Cranes, for eternal happiness. By choosing the name "Zayn" for his son, Ruklov paid enough respect for them.

If I could give this girl a name in a different way......

What floated in Chizuru's chest at that time was the appearance of his best friend, who had once encouraged each other many times and told him a secret with Luklov.

'If you would let me choose...'

Soft hair spawning (uvula), small nose and thin brows. I felt this baby resemble a thousand cranes compared to a Rukrov similar design.

Maybe a name that sounds so exotic to the people of this world.

But I'm sure Luklov will accept it happily.

The names of my two daughters......

After a while, Zayn pulled his sister's hand and returned to Lucroff and Chizuru.

The toddler, just two years old, is moisturizing her eyes with dissatisfaction as she sneezes her further dark hair stretched under her shoulders.

"Ooh, well."

The young girl reached out to her father.

Ruklov lifted his little daughter without a moment of hesitation and drew her to her chest. And touch my daughter's cheek with a gentle trick that even Thousand Cranes are likely to be jealous of.

"What's the matter, you pussy?"

"I couldn't find it at all...... I found a lot of Zain, but I didn't"

He's angry because he couldn't take the nuts.

My daughter, who faces Lucrov in the chest as she grunts, is young but adorable and is expected to propose by men from all over the country when the time comes. Of course, as a parent, I have anxiety. But the temperament was quiet, except it was somewhat stubborn, it looked just like a thousand cranes.

"That's okay. I'll find you."

When Luklov deceived his daughter, Zain at his feet lost and said, "Me too! I'll find you, too!" He raised his voice.

In retrospect, they've come a long way.

Naturally, there was deep sorrow and hard suffering on that journey, and I even tried to give up. At the same time, however, there was much, much happiness that even the suffering was sumptuous.

"My"

Chizuru called his daughter in a calm voice. "You can come back with me tomorrow. Now I have to go home before sundown. Before I go to bed, I'll tell you a story."

Mai looks up and has already made a full smile shine on the cash as well.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God, are you hungry?

Yeah, if that's what you want to hear.

"Yeah! My grandma and my daughter-in-law made me look like a lousy dragon!

To my daughter's innocent wishes, both Ruklov and Chizuru smiled at each other...... I carved the happiness that is now here dearly into my heart.

The sunset slowly sinks its appearance across the horizon. A scented spring breeze blew through and deliberately rocked the meadow.

On his way home, Ruklov held Mai on his shoulder, who was already melting, holding the hand of Thousand Cranes with his other hand. Zayn sometimes turns around and waves at this one as she runs all the way ahead of her parents.

Ruklov said quietly, looking down at the thousand cranes.

"Chizul, with you, sometimes I feel so happy that I wonder if this is a dream"

In the hand of Ruklov, who holds the hand of Chizuru, is much more powerful. Chizuru looked up at Ruklov.

On the face of a fierce knight who was illuminated and shadowed by the sunset, the affection he promised me one day - 'Let me take care of you so much that no woman in this world has ever been loved so much' - floats with all that.

"Me too, Ruklov. Sometimes I want to dream because I'm too happy."

To Chizuru's answer, Ruklov seemed sincerely satisfied. When he held Mai back and lifted the hand of the connected Chizuru to his lips, he gave a sincere mouthfeel to his fingertips.

"Well, let's just say I'll keep dreaming... with you"

[Only with Your Heart-]