I don't know how many decades have passed since I settled in that place. I didn't count it. I don't care.
Azure Ash Masamasa is an old man who lives on the riverbed. From the age of appearance, it is likely to be about sixty years old.
Ash Masamune was distanced from his homeless companions because of his peculiar behavior. Some of them showed blatant disgust. Some people clearly said "keep your distance" and "stay away" toward Ashzo, so Ashzo did not rebel, and lived a little distance from the homeless city on the riverbed by building a hut.
Living apart from other homeless people is not all bad for ashes. Whether it's a noise or a call, no complaints will come.
Walls, ceilings and floors made of titans, vinyl sheets, wooden and plastic planks, etc. In it is a narrow place and a multitude of things. Compared to other homeless huts, it's somewhat larger. And a little extravagant. But even though it's large, you can reach more than half of the room from the top of the bed.
"Geroppy, how are you today? Oh, how are you? Ah, it's dinner day. Wait ~, I'll give you dinner now ~
Turning to the frog in the gauge placed on the head of the bed, Ash Zheng spread a full smile and called out.
Ash Zheng has always had some kind of pet. There is always one. When my pet dies, I try to have only one pet after a while.
Give the small frog in the gauge a small cricket. Seeing the ama frog holding the cricket in his mouth in an instant, he nodded with satisfaction, and as he faced the ama frog face to face, Ash Zheng was smiling happily.
"Geropie will always be my friend." Ah, that's right. Kurosuke-kun, good morning ~ "
Open the holographic display and chat with the audio input.
Good morning
When I opened the chat app, someone named Kurosuke in the name of the handle was greeting me with a short sentence. The name of the ash-positive handle was ash-positive as it was.
"Kurosuke-kun, Geropie is fine this morning." It was dinnertime today, so I gave you a cricket. "
I see.
Ash Masaki hits the chat with the voice input, and the other person returns a short sentence.
This person named Kurosuke was always like this. There are few words, but if you are late, you will answer.
I've known Kurosuke for a long time. I don't remember when my first conversation with Kurosuke was, what kind of conversation it was, what prompted me to have a chat, Ashimasa. When I noticed, I was communicating by chat. I don't particularly care about ashes.
How are you feeling?
Tch, tch...
There are a lot of times that I call Kurosuke from the ashes, but there are times that I speak from Kurosuke. When ash correcting becomes ill, when there is bad weather or earthquake, and when there is an abnormality in ash correcting, various things are spoken to. There is absolutely no unwelcome chatter from Kurosuke.
The time to face the geropy of the pet ama frog and the conversation with the person named Kurosuke, who only interacts with him in the chat, are the foundation of Ashigaru's important heart.
"Woahn." It's a nice day today. OHHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
When he goes out of the hut, the ashes are stretched out and shouted out toward the sun.
A pair of homeless people passing nearby turn their gaze toward pity and contempt.
Some of the homeless people living in the homeless city just next door called out their ashes correctly and were kind to them, but they also did not actively try to get involved.
Ashes were considered to have mild intellectual impairment. The behavior is very young, emotionally straightforward, and misleading.
On the other hand, some people doubt whether they really have intellectual disabilities. When we have a conversation, we sometimes utter sharp words.
It is decided that Ash Masaki who left the cabin will do it. There's a place to go first. Unless it is a typhoon, the ashes always go to a certain place on the riverbed.
There were countless large stones lined up in the grass. And before the stone are arranged small plates, on which are served scraps of food, and withered flowers.
Ashes bow before stones and plates, and scraps of food and withered flowers, and a new food, and a new flower, worship in name.
The place is a cemetery for rats, cats, snakes, wasps, frogs, kana snakes, crayfish, and pets that Ash Masaki has kept.
Ashes are not recognized as pets. I think it's a friend. While worshipping, I remembered a number of friends. Although it is a fierce ashes of forgetfulness, I only remember them firmly.
I'll see you soon.
After completing an important routine, Ash Zheng leaves after smiling at the grave. Next time you visit the tomb, you have to go get some food.
Catch the garbage cans behind the supermarket, far from the riverbed. Today, this place is determined to be a place of ashes. Homeless people are settled in each other's territory, and the residents of the homeless city are not allowed to hang on. The time is fixed as well as the place.
"Crazy old man, I've been scavenging again."
There was a familiar voice, and Ash Zheng felt horrified.
Looking back, the three boys in uniform, who were thought to be junior high school students, looked at the ashes and smiled. No, only two of them are laughing. One of them was nervous, and his expression was dark.
"There's no punishment. Come on, I'll punish you. Punishment."
"Oh, it's good for the store."
"Ah, ahhh..."
"Hey... let's not do this." Don't tease me ~
Three bad boys were approaching the ashes. Zheng Ash's face turned into a crying face, and he prayed and prayed.
"Scum at the bottom of society!"
"What am I, even my grandfather?" You're a mess! "
Exactly like that, the three bad boys kept kicking in. The Ash Straightener rounds the body and endures.
Only two people were kicking with force. One of them is obviously not putting in the effort. Ash Zheng somehow knew what it meant.
(Ah... again...)
Memories come back to your head while you're being beaten.
White world. People in white clothes.
There's a boy, and there's a magnificent man.
A white-clothed man in his thirties, seen from the boy's eyes. A boy seen from a majestic man. I can see them both.
I understand both feelings. The boy admired a magnificent man. I trusted you. And a grand man, against a boy...
A memory that only comes back for a moment with nostalgic feelings. But I quickly forgot. Consciousness is drawn back to reality.
It's all cleaned up.
"After doing a good thing, I feel good ~"
Ahahahaha
Two bad boys leave with a smile on their faces. No one is laughing. As he walked away, he looked back toward the ashes and looked backward.
(Looks like it's okay. I'll miss you when I'm out of company. I have to take care of my friends.)
Turning to the boy who looked back, Ash Zheng muttered in his mouth with a smile. It's not ironic. That's what I really think.
”I've had terrible eyes since morning... ehehehe”
Ash Zheng laughed and wiped the blood flowing from the burnt head with a dirty handkerchief, pressed the handkerchief against the wound and stood up, and resumed scavenging.
Having secured enough food for several days, Masaki moved to a nearby park to finish his breakfast.
Further tragedy awaited the ashes that had returned to the riverbed.
NPOs providing support to the homeless are gathering around the riverbed. It is not an unusual sight. They regularly visit homeless towns in various parts of Anraku City to check if there are any problems with homeless people. There are many things to do, from asking for advice, checking on your physical condition, mediating in employment, providing supplies for groceries, and referring you to public housing for homeless relief.
I keep my eyes open to avoid garbage accumulation and unhygienic environments. Since Ashzo is a mildly mentally retarded person, the NPO people paid special attention to it, and he was immediately angry when he created a garbage pile in the hut, so he tried hard not to be angry with them, and he cleaned it.
Ahhhh!
Zheng Ash shouted, and several NPO staff members looked back in surprise.
"There! Why!? It looks like a tomb!"
Ashimasa screamed as he saw the site where the stones had been piled up and buried the animals that Ashimasa owned, being broken by the NPO staff.
"Here... all my friends were buried..." And yet they all broke it... it's too much. That's too much! Woahhhhhhh! "
Exactly the ashes that burst into tears like a fire, the NPO staff looked at their faces as they sighed. The staff thought it was a pile of garbage and were just trying to clear it out.
In the end, the NPO staff restored the grave made by Asahi, but Ashi returned to the cabin crying.
"Kurosuke-kun, it's been a long day since this morning. Hey..."
Crying and hitting the chat with audio input, report being tangled in a bad way and being beaten up, or breaking the tomb.
”Were the tombs tangled in bad things anyway? Are there any major injuries?
It was not until about 30 minutes later that there was a Kurosuke's dress.
Ehehehe, I got a little bleeding from my head, but it's okay
I'm fine now, but it could escalate and cause serious injury. Tell the police. "
Eh ~? That doesn't seem to work. Looks like you're overdoing it. He's about my age, and the police seem to be overdoing it. "
Kurosuke did not show any discomfort or doubts in the ashes.
'No, tell the police or the neighbors. It's too late since it led to serious injuries and fatalities. "
"Hmmm..."
To Kurosuke, who does not pull firmly, Ashishi roars with a troubled face with his arms folded.
(What will happen to the outcome of that choice?)
A voice echoes in my head.
"Huh...?"
At the same time, a strange sight in my mind came to mind for a moment, and I was ashamed to raise my voice of confusion.
A white space where people dressed in similar clothes come and go. White rooms and passageways. Young and old in white. Numerous equipment.
(Sigh... this is a sight I've seen many times. In your dreams, and when you're awake. But I forgot about it right away.....)
It feels nostalgic. I don't want to forget it. I want to know the identity of the flashback memories. A lot of feelings mingled and went wild, but the feelings quickly disappeared.
But that nostalgia would soon come back to life.
Hello ~
I knocked, and the voice I heard somewhere came from outside the cabin. Just listening to her voice, Ash Zheng's heart rose tremendously.
Open the door in horror, and look at the person there. Ash righteousness almost stops the heart. I opened my mouth and it became stiff.
Your heart is full of nostalgia and tears so much that it is not the same as the dreams you always see and the memories that come back to you from time to time.
But Ashish doesn't know what this tear means. I don't understand the reason for this emotion. Even though I don't know the other person's name, I don't feel like I've ever seen a girl in white outside the door with crimson eyes. You shouldn't feel like you've always known.