Seirei no Moribito

My world was a wood-spirited hell with dim underground and blood and tears and shouts of hatred.

I honestly couldn't help but be scared and scared until I learned to get used to the fact that all the people there had blue skin and were crying or cursing or making weird laughs.

I don't know what it's like to be happy or to be fun.

But the kind people who cared about me spoke to me over and over again.

To have hope, not to give up, not to defy, and to be strong.

Everyone told me that if a good knight came and admitted to me, that person might take me out into the outside world by becoming strong and being able to resist a knight who from time to time meets everyone terribly.

The outside world. I've always admired the outside world.

The outside world, unlike here, says the sun is rising in the sky, the wind is blowing, the grass is growing, and everyone lives with a bright smile.

Shops, delicious things, beautiful clothes, entertainment... the outside world is full of people and cultures, and it's a happy place where no one can be abused.

I'm dreaming.

One day, you can fly out of this world and go to the outside world.

It's a testament and proof that I'm special, a glittering little being called the Spirit, and I talk about it every day.

Little by little, little by little, let me at least escape to the outside world, and that's what the kind people said, disappeared.

My grandmother, who told me what the outside world was like, got cold the next day and never woke up again.

My sister, who taught me how to protect herself, was not taken back by the knights.

My brother, who taught me what only a knight knows about the Spirit, was beaten and decapitated by the knights and died.

My sister, who was always with me and protected me, did terrible things in front of me instead of me, punched herself in the wall many times wanting to die crying, and stopped moving as she told me to live and run away from this world.

Everyone, everyone, lives with me, tells me to run away and always protects me as if I were going to take my place.

Every time I get sad, my chest hurts so bad, my eyes are filled with tears, and something hot comes up from the bottom of my belly.

I don't know what that is.

But I always thought I'd remember that.

Don't forget, you don't know, but I thought so for some reason.

Not long ago, I'll tell you a story.

From the outside world, came a brother with blue eyes who the knight said was as if it were empty, with a color of hair as beautiful as I had never seen before and the same as your sister.

The brother was brought here by a knight he had never seen before.

The knight who brought your brother had a terrible look when he looked at us and pressed his mouth with his hands. But look at that. Your brother... what do you say, he was looking at the knight with cold eyes, like ice.

You'd be doing the same thing, but why are you afraid?

That's what I said, your brother laughed. Unlike the women with weird laughs... my back got cold and tingly... I felt “scared” that I had never felt before.

Your brother looked around the underground world and muttered that it was as if it were then, and your brother was surprised by his words.

At that time, I didn't know why your brother was surprised. But I thought I knew your brother was amnesic and somehow figured out why.

To your brother's words, after all, the knight looked blue, took off the wheel that was attached to his wrist and let his brother in, and then the knight left the door closed.

There have been many times before that the Knight has come, but no one but the Knight has ever come here, so I tilted my neck wondering why I and everyone my age. But people older than me, they seemed to know your brother.

Irene, are you back again?

That's what I said, I grabbed your brother's hand and everyone was crying. That's how your brother said, "Who's Irene?", just like us.

Your brother's here, and it's been a while.

Your brother was here long before I was born, and Eileen is a child of a girl with blue eyes. The girl was taken by a good knight to travel to the outside world, but she said her brother was supposed to come to this place alone.

Your brother says he has amnesia and doesn't remember anything about himself or his mother.

Everyone just said that they would make amends for being here for the rest of their lives because they did bad things in the outside world and did things they shouldn't have done, and they couldn't even make amends for it.

Unlike me and my brothers, who lived in the outside world, which I dream of.

At first, your brother, unlike everyone else, had a strange and difficult air to get close to, so I couldn't really talk to him, but one day, where I was talking to the "Spirit” as usual, the “Spirit” of the water fluttered closer to your brother and stopped trying to leave the side.

The "Spirit” is a whim, and few people see and get along with the “Spirit" except me, so until now the "Spirit” has never left us except when the Knight is here.

But the “spirits” who couldn't flutter when their brother came and looked at them like they were in trouble, the “spirits” of the water went beside them, and most of the other “spirits”, especially the “spirits” of the water, came to your brother in unison.

We were all surprised by that.

But even though your brother didn't seem to see the "Spirit" and desperately complained that the “Spirit” of the first water he went near was there across his eyes, his gaze kept staring at one point the whole time.

The Spirit is whimsical, but the invisible rarely have the Spirit at their side from the beginning. That's what your brother told me.

So, if you're like your brother, it was a little difficult to say, but that's what he was saying, that he was either the one who originally saw the "Spirit” or a rare being who might have enough "Spirit lovers”.

Your brother was a strange man.

We looked at each other and nodded and approached our brother, wanting to know about his brother and ask him why he couldn't see the Spirit.

Even when we got together and spoke, at first, your brother was completely unaware.

Light, compared to us, I pulled the sleeves of beautiful clothes, and gradually my brother slowly moved his face and realized we were here.

My brother asked me why I couldn't see the Spirit.

Your brother groaned, "Spirit," trying to move his immobile left arm, then looked as if he had just learned not to move, slowly lifting his right arm and putting it forward.

On its arms, the Spirits gathered together in unison in their unreliable hands, and the "Spirit” of that water grabbed their fingers with joy, but after all, your brother had not seen anything and looked strangely at the right hand he had brought before him while collecting the "Spirits”.

They say I was a "spiritual lover."

Yes, your brother talked to me pompous.

Your brother, in the outside world, is called a man of strength... a man who can use “spirituality," always has a knife in his left hand, and the knife technique is comparable to that of a knight, and, anyway, he was an amazing man.

But your brother did something he shouldn't have done, and he lost his power because of it, and he couldn't even see the Spirit.

And he said that your brother was a bad man...... a man of forces hostile to the Knight. The truth is that you should be executed, but the upper management seems to be using your brother to plot something, so he says your brother is still alive this way.

That, your brother says, is lucky.

Your brother said that with those cold eyes, because he didn't feel like living, but didn't want them to kill him irresistibly.

I still didn't know what those cold eyes represented.

Since that day, your brother has spoken to me about things and knowledge in the outside world that we don't know about.

They say that we are a clan that possesses the special power of Western peoples, and that it is a fact that those various clans have been captured and imprisoned in this place that those who know know it.

And your brother also said he knew that he was born in that clan.

Then, outside, there's a place to study called school, where you can learn about the outside world. Like that brother who once taught me about the Spirit, a man called the Instructor teaches his students “spirituality” and “spiritual art", “magic” and techniques to protect themselves, “Spirit Tree” and "Knights of the King's Capital", and various countries and their cultures.

Your brother knows a lot of things, and he calls it knowledge. But your brother shook his head that the knowledge I knew was biased, so it was never knowledge.

Your brother knew and was good at everything to fight and win against someone.

Attacks have “moves” and “techniques," which, in large part, seem to have different characteristics depending on the six attributes.

Fire, water, wind, earth, light, darkness.

Your brother said he was good at the "technique” of water attributes and was able to use “spiritual technique”.

My attribute is fire.

Because the “Spirit” that comes closer often shines red, I am the “Spirit's Lover” who is fit for fire, and I guess the silver-haired child they were talking about is me, that's what your brother said and I knew I was leaning my neck strangely.

Other things, your brother talked about, such as nature, country, culture and knowledge that exist in the outside world.

My interest was in a library in a southeastern city where knowledge is gathered from all over the continent.

If I said I wanted to go and see it, my brother would be able to go right away. I knew he was tilting his neck, and he said he seemed uninterested because sooner or later he would know if that was true.

And your brother gave me the answer to the very existence of a human being that we wanted to unconsciously know.

Not long after your brother came, the knights came again, as usual.

One knight noticed your brother as he tried to grab your sister's hair abusively and take her outside.

The knight, looking at his brother, muttered that he was Irene, the "wind discipline commissioner," approached his brother and grabbed his chest, screaming roughly at something.

We were about to spend some time hiding our breath from being noticed in the corner of the room, as usual, but I was curious to see how your brothers were doing and sneaked out of the shadows.

Your brother, he said something in front of me... cursed, even if he was, as usual, trying to make it seem irrelevant to keep his gaze fixed. The knight didn't seem to like the look of it, pulling out the sword he was raising on his hips and slashing his brother.

And your brother became like someone else.

At the moment of the slaughter, your brother stared at the knight with those cold eyes and scary expressions, and when he took the knight's sword with his right hand without worrying about the slashed arm, he hooked his leg and let him fall and poked his sword at the knight.

I couldn't see the movement at all, and it was over in a flash. I asked another child later to tell me what was going on at this time.

With his sword protruding, your brother protruded that sword to the knight who was protruding it, as if to stop the other knights who rushed to pull it out and move it out.

I accidentally blocked my ears from screaming all over the basement, and everyone else had a frightened, drawn look, but only my brother was different.

I laughed, I was there.

As he was laughing at the knight when he first came, with the same grin, your brother said in a surprisingly quiet and chilling voice.

That's what the killer said.

Still, the knight with his sword protruded said something to your brother, something that pissed your brother off.

Shut up, and when your brother said that out loud, he put his sword up against that knight many times.

Every time you stick your sword out, your brother says it's like a curse, angry and hateful, including knights and others.

I hate you for killing my parents, and I will never forgive you. Even if I lose my memory, I will not forget this despair and vengeance alone.

Yes, I said the same thing over and over again, and every time the sword moved, red blood splashed around me, and the knight was already dead, but still your brother kept sticking his sword up as if it had been attached to something.

The other knights, who were flabbergasted, waved their swords to stop your brother from acting, but could not stop your brother who had lost his power.

In return, I kept sticking my sword out just like I did to the knight who was still breathing... and that didn't end until another knight came along and a knight who could stop your brother.

Your brother did the same thing all the time with a scary laugh, just like the women who make weird laughs and cry. The figure was bright red and dirty with the blood of the knights... and it was very, very scary.

The figure was, as if it were attached to something.

What stopped your brother like that was the blonde knight you had never seen before and that knight you saw when your brother arrived. Among the many other knights watching, I called out to my brother to calm down by grabbing his brother's arm for two and letting him stay away from the knight.

I was trying to speak to your brother and convince him, but he didn't stop laughing.

Your brother says you're gonna laugh and scream that you're both guilty of the same crime and kill them all.

What shouldn't you try to kill, resentful and what's wrong, your brother shouted so loudly every time the knight denied it, and at the end of the day he said it with a sad voice as if he were crying.

You took Emilia from me.

Guys, guys, I'm gonna kill you with this!

... That's what your brother who shouts, was crazy, other knights said. He said that you don't remember anything, but your brother, who acts like an emotion, was just desperate as he went half frenzied, hitting the world with that hatred.

That cold eye of your brother was a dark mass of negative emotions everywhere made of hate, and the grin and laughter your brother floated was a manifestation of vengeance, looking down and mocking people.

All this time, that's how your brother lived.

Until I lost my memory, yeah, until Emilia took people away, all the time... I lived to curse the world, to hate people, just to avenge them.

That was my brother, Irene, who lived.

Your brother was taken by the knights and returned after a few days.

At that time, you don't have that crazy look at all, as if you were someone else, and your brother starts to spend his days apathetically.

We're afraid of what your brother looks like, and while we have some empathy, we're asking your brother to tell us about the outside world.

Your brother says he doesn't want to go to the outside world anymore. I say this narrow world is a resting place for your brother.

And I think we do, too.

I wonder if this underground world that is locking us up is now a cage for locking your brother up.

Even if you lose your power, your brother is strong enough to return the knight who was a strong man to us. I'm sure if I get my memory back, your brother won't hesitate to get out of here and live just to get revenge again.

I can't imagine how happy that is for your brother.

My brother thought I'd be happier to spend the rest of my life here, but he started to look lonely sometimes.

When you're talking to us or just staring somewhere, your brother, who looks so lonely, is hard to watch.

I don't know why.

But I think that's because Emilia's not here.

Because the only time your brother seemed to miss you was when someone decided to laugh fun or try to work brightly and positively.

I think Emilia was always a bright, positive person laughing beside her brother.

It must be because of someone named Emilia that your brother is your brother.

Watching your brother like that, I thought.

I had a new dream when I wanted to travel to the outside world and look for someone named Emilia who was dear to my brother and let him see me.

Don't tell your brother that.

It is a tribute from me to my brother, who taught me anger and hatred, pleasure and hope, despair and regret, and sorrow and determination.

In the not-too-distant future, may your brother be happy so that he can laugh normally, so wishful and determined.

And I live in this closed cage today, dreaming of the future.