Midori, who has fulfilled the age of twenty for the second time and continues to be reincarnated while maintaining his memory and abilities, also visits the house of the old couple next door on that day.
Usually, Midori committed suicide and reincarnated before going up to junior high school, but only to look after the old couple next door, Midori lived careless days without committing suicide, even after he was over twenty years old and got a job.
An old man like a dead branch lines up two May dolls. Each type of doll is different.
An immobile old lady sitting in a rocking chair stares at two dolls as she looks nostalgic. The old woman has unusually short limbs and torso. My whole body has shrunk because of my legs stopped moving and my age.
"Huh, kid's day? I mean, do you have kids? I've never seen it."
"Is that what you're trying to say about coming to take care of us, Midori?"
An old man like a dead branch says in a plundering voice laughing. It was a picture star.
"My oldest son broke up with me thirty years ago in a quarrel and didn't have much to say about it. Both my second son broke up the year after that, but this one... I get an email every now and then. But I haven't seen him. They must be awkward."
"Ugh, I miss you."
"That's okay, nothing. Now there's no more hatred, and there's a desire to see you, but I don't think our parents and children are cut off. We had so many good memories of each other, we couldn't erase them. Even if we stay away, we will remember our sons, and sometimes our sons will remember us. That's enough."
To the words of the old man, I could not feel the sound of vanity, but Midori thinks. With that said, if it was something I could see my sons, I would want to see them.
"You can't have this chopstick anymore."
An old woman, who rarely opens her mouth, stared at the chopsticks in her hand and said with regret. The chopsticks were broken on one side.
"Not yet, before Midori was born, before my legs moved and my body shrunk so much, I kept using these chopsticks. Thanks for everything."
An old woman with a rare expression stared at the chopsticks in her hand and zeroed a calm smile. And I try to stretch out my arms and dump them in the trash, but they don't arrive. Midori takes the trash can and carries it, offering it in front of the old woman.
Towards the chopsticks she threw in the trash, the old woman was meditating and worshipping hand in hand.
"Life, it's a repeat of goodbye. Both things and people."
The old man narrows his eyes as he stretches his body wide like a dead branch.
"Breaking up doesn't erase memories. On the contrary, memories shine because we break up"
"Grandpa, how long have you been such a poet?"
"Come on, was I a poet? What a pleasure."
To tease Midori, the old man squeaks his face funny and laughs.
"Both my grandmother and I are fruit bearers. I'm glad to take care of Midori every day, but more than that, I'm very glad that on one page of Midori's memories, our affairs are properly recorded."
"What are you talking about..."
To the dialogue the old man had spoken, Midori unconsciously loosened his lacrimal glands, and turned his back and quickly plucked his eyes.
Midori has been a fierce repellent of the old.
But when you're dealing with this old couple, your values shake a lot. And now I realize that a great shake has come.
He looks shitty, his body dull without moving as he thinks, his head doesn't work, even his voice crouched, and a dead human wreck. I should have felt ugly before, but when I look at this couple, which is still going to end, I feel the exact opposite of my previous values.
My legs stopped moving, my body shrunk, I didn't speak much, my wife, who was always faceless. A husband who comes to his chores and work, caring for such a wife in a worthwhile way, but also in his own skin and bones, desperate to move his hands and feet like a dead branch that is still likely to break.
Two people who can see death isn't that far away. The two of us are now celebrating the end of our lives. From Midori's eyes it looks very, very beautiful and radiant, creating a sense of nature and respect. It makes me look extra dazzling and dignified because I've been repeating all my children.
(Yea... I'm glad Midori. Grandpa told me that dialogue... The more painful my chest is, the more my eyes are about to burn, I'm glad... Chicken...)
Midori was answering in her heart because it was illuminating to put it in her mouth.
Takae finally reunited with his uncle and was able to save him from an evil institution.
"Uncle... good... he's alive. I see you again...... Good......"
He hugs his uncle and Takae whimpers.
The first thing Takae should do to get out of this nightmarish place is to free herself from this cursed ability. You don't have to stay an old woman anymore. You don't have to do that to save strength.
"Is that...?
With the effect of the warmth of power, an aging self. You should be able to return to your original seventeen-year-old body by stopping the heat of power. Yet even if you solve the warmth of power, your hands remain a mess.
Even when I look in the mirror, I remain the old woman's self. And knowing what that means, Takae is afraid.
It won't go back to normal. Life flew. There's no way out of the way for a girl not to go back to being an old woman all of a sudden.
"I don't like it. Ahhh!
Scream, wake up.
Look at your hands. That's from a shitty old woman.
Release the ability while retaining the force. Tension is immediately restored to the skin. The meat also goes back to normal. It also returns to physical function.
In an attempt to age himself in an effort to appease and build up his power again, Takae caught his mind.
If the current nightmare became real - that's what I thought.
In exchange for the risk of temporary aging, Takae gained a great deal of power for the purpose of looking for his uncle and for the purpose of getting the two of us out of here. It ages when the force accumulates, but when unlocking the accumulated force, it can exercise a fairly powerful paranormal force.
"Now... What I Need"
Takae telling himself and aging himself again.
In reality, the whereabouts of my uncle may not be known. On the contrary, I have heard even the worst assumptions Takae could not have thought of, and Takae's anxiety in heart is increasing.
The door of the room is knocked with a louder sound.
"It's just Takae, is it okay?
Hearing Meguru's voice, Takae's heart is filled with peace of mind.
"Not really... not okay, but now that Megle's here, it's okay"
"Haha, what is that? Can I open it for a second?
"Yeah."
The door opens and the megle enters the room.
"Are you kidding me... Meguru, you noticed that and you came here?
"Ha, yes. Because each private room is checked because there is a possibility that the subject may have an indoor abnormality."
That said Megur's hair was a little messy and his face looked sleepy. Looking at the clock, it's only five o'clock in the morning. I wonder if I woke up the sleeping megle, and Takae feels sorry for me.
"You're worried about your uncle."
Meguru who stops by the bed in Takae and cares.
"That's not all... No, the dream I had earlier... is about me one way or another"
Saying, Takae got up and hugged Meguru.
"Sorry... something... I'm feeling a little weak..."
"Wow, wow. Don't worry, I'll support you. I may not be able to count on you."
"That's not true..."
On the contrary, Takae feels that Meguru is now the most believable being. Ever since I started acting with Meguru, I've been aware of Meguru as a support for my feelings. It was very comforting just to have you on my side.
It was embarrassing to tell it out in his mouth, so Takae, in his heart, had thanked Meguru many times.
7: 30 a.m. As Takae and Meguru headed to the dining room, the familiar yell was echoing.
"I don't remember acknowledging the optional flair statement of a vain idiot!
"Are there people in this world whose behavior depends on whether you recognize them or not? What do you think you are?
"At least I think my worth as a person is way above the two dumb couples if I were you!
"Heh, are those values determined in the world?
Xuanbu Tahata and Mio Feng are cursing each other hard in the dining room, and the N building subjects are watching over it with horror. Next to Mio is Mastaro Otahara.
"Is Xuanbu in trouble again?"
Megle, but not as dangerous as the other subjects.
"Starting in the morning, the S-building team will do it."
With a big sigh, Takae heads fast to the three sides to enter the arbitration.
"Here comes the guardian. Now how to fall."
Otahara muttered expressionlessly.
"They got in a fight for some really crappy reason."
Before Takae opened his mouth, Mio turned to Takae and said with a bitter face.
"Because these guys have spoken up to me without saying no, I'm surprised I dropped half my eating lamb!
"That's really crap..."
Takae said what he thought to Xuanbu, who said with indignation why the fight happened.
"What the hell? Eh! Ugh, no, no, no!
"He said he would speak up without saying no... Then what am I supposed to do, say no and speak up?"
Xuanbu rages on Takae. To the Xuanbu, Mio asked with a cold face. Takae and Meguru also wanted to know that for a moment.