and, and, and the sound of chalk playing in small pieces. The opposite is the voice of an extended teacher.
Miho said, Kihara-sensei classes like Memorial Buddha.
I can't even say I'm comfortable flattering you, that time. In the meantime, everyone keeps waiting for just one sound to come.
Finally, when the intolerable student began to row the boat apart, the sound finally rang.
That's the after-class chime you've been waiting for. When he heard the noise and Mr. Kihara closed the class, the decree of final salute was hung by Hitachi.
It starts there at the same time, chattering.
Unchanged mediocre routine. But...
I shift my gaze. Vacant seats with no one sitting ahead of them.... just one discrepancy, Fujido Chu, I don't have her.
Fujido disappeared from school, and a month went by.
The reason she doesn't come to school, the details of which have not been made known to the students.
But it was a blatant fact that everyone knew at the earliest that this was not just about school dropouts or sick care.
Rumors of the students speak of various speculations about running away from home or getting involved in some sort of incident.
I don't know its authenticity. I don't know, but apparently it's true that Fujido went missing and even her parents haven't grabbed the news.
I also hear that the police have already been notified of the disappearance.
At the beginning of the disappearance, everyone was excited to bring the facts to the table.... Not at all careless, though.
But now, a month later, the momentary excitement has completely weathered, about to occasionally rise to the edge of the topic.
I think that even though each person disappeared, that indifference is worse or worse than talking to each other about excitement.
Most of all, I was different from the people around me.
Yes, I'm still comfortable getting my hair pulled back about Fujido's disappearance.
And most importantly, the way she received it for her disappearance was the biggest difference.
Everyone is a tourist watching a classmate's disappearance play, though in a bad way.
To them, Mr. Fujido's disappearance is like a spice that arose in mediocre days. It's a kind of entertainment that distracts your daily boredom.
The only thing there is excitement and a downward caring curiosity.
Meanwhile, I was overwhelmed with depressed emotions.
"... sloppy. And... it's too harsh."
As I walk alone in the hallway, I get zero words out of the potpourri. Yes, that's how I feel without falsehood.
'Cause I know. Translation of Fujido's disappearance.
What I remember is the last conversation I had with her. Yes, she must have traveled to what she called her ideal home.
Leave me here alone......
I ran out with her, and I peered inside of myself, turning away.
Once you know that, you can't go back to it.
It's like forbidden fruit. So, is Fujido a snake that turns Eve around?
I think about it that way, and I smile unexpectedly.
No, not sweet at all. That could be a mistake to call fruit.
... I'm sure it's the venom of a twitchy, body-eating snake.
Yes, even after I got out with her, I kept trying to delude myself, and in the end, I couldn't delude myself.
Yeah, it's a lot stranger to say than forbidden fruit, isn't it?
Oh, my God, keep walking while you're good at it that way. But soon the walk was stopped by a noisy voice.
"Shizuku! Hey, Shizuku!
A call that can be thrown from behind. Butterflies and the sound of running down the hallway.... Ulsai.
When I exhale one sigh so that I am not enlightened, I look back with no choice.
"... what's wrong, Miho?
"No, Tsuko said come on, go out after school. Look, a newly made crepe shop. Shizukuishi's coming, right?
At the earliest, Miho asks like a finalisation.
Be careful not to put your fed up expression on the table.
"... sorry, not after school today. Senior Mitsui told me to show my face to the sorority."
"Uh, to that 'historical research' empress? Well, I can't help it."
"Yeah, so sorry."
I let him flatten his hands, consciously making a look that seemed sorry.
And just so we're done talking, I change the subject.
"Miho, if you don't move your legs, you won't make it to the next travel class."
"Oops, that's not good. Baba on the shore of the mountain is a hassle. Is that what you call a menopause disorder?
"Come on, what do you think?
When I say that and look at each other, Couscous and I laugh at each other. That's how they both walked out the hallway.
- The truth is, if we had spoken to Senior Mitsui in advance, it would have also been possible to stop the activities of today's sorority.
But why should I do that?
Sorority activities and after school spending time with two people: Miko and Miho. If you put those two on the scale, the scale naturally leans toward the sorority.
To the extent that it was so easy to conclude, I liked spending time with Senior Mitsui on sorority activities.
Well, otherwise, I wouldn't bother enrolling in The Historical Research Sorority.
Senior Mie is a freak, but at least she has the right taste, and most importantly, she doesn't make me as annoying as Shigeko or Miho.
Well, there's so much ridiculous about faking yourself in front of Senior Mitsubishi, who's not in the eye except for history...
To conclude so, thought shifts to one concern.
Well, I hope Tsuko isn't in a mood again...
Guided by his heart that way, Miho and I proceeded to walk, having a nagging chat.
"In the first place, Liu Bei is only about as familiar as Gorotsuki. I can't even compare you to Cao Cao!
Voices echoing in after-school meeting rooms.
Senior Mitsubishi, who is incandescent, turns to extreme self-talk.
... It's an opinion I don't even know, but it's also an opinion a little bit past.
I returned my words to my predecessor when I got a look of truth, bitter laughter.
"Senior, if you say that, you'll be pissed off by the Three Kingdoms fans"
"Three Kingdoms fans? Hung, it would be the mistake of the Three Kingdoms Theatre fans"
When told to throw it away so, Senior Mie weighs in on the back of the pipe chair.
Geez, the pipe chair screamed a small scream.
Well, certainly, when it comes to the knowledge of the Japanese of the Three Kingdoms, most of it is due to the Three Kingdoms thesis.
What's wrong with that is that trinity thesis is not a history book, it's a novel.
In other words, it does not necessarily describe historical facts.
The protagonists of the play, the three brother-in-law Liu Bei and their faction, Pull, Shu figures, tend to be better portrayed than the facts.
On the other hand, the people in the hostilities, the people of the division Cao Wei, are rarely portrayed as bad.
If someone who only knows the play reads the authentic history of the Three Kingdoms, their impressions will change a lot.
In fact, I also think Cao Cao and Liu Bei are better people.
Most of all, I wouldn't underestimate Liu Bei to be Gorotsuki's parent...
Senior Mitsubishi, who keeps her back in a pipe chair, is either infidel or swelling her cheeks as she assembles her elbows.
At all, as a public theory, Liu Bei is often treated better as a good ball than Cao Cao, etc., just pointing out this seems to be the case.
Are you sure you're older? I can't grow up.... well, that's also the cute thing about seniors.
For a while, peek at the look on the face of a laid-back senior.
... I think I'll be in a better mood soon... don't you? Yeah, you're not going to fix it.
But it's not like I'm panicking.
To this extent, it is nothing more than a common sight, in other words, a daily landscape, during the activities of the Sorority for Historical Studies.
I exhale gently. Do you want to cool down here......
Move your gaze out the window.
From the meeting room window, located on the third floor, you can look down at the courtyard, between the school building and the school building.
I watched the deserted courtyard without even seeing it...
"... that look again. You've had a lot of troubling expressions here lately, comrade Hasegawa."
"............... Really?
"Yes, I am."
... a savvy man. I can't compare it to Kuriko or Miho.
How helpful is it in front of her, such as a mask (persona)?
Senior Mitsui must have a general understanding of why I'm worried.
My own inner surface that I've noticed. An environment that is therefore unfamiliar. And the sense of loss of another companion and the loneliness that was left behind.
A pompous and weak voice leaks out of my mouth.
"... seniors. Is my, our humanity, a mistake?
"Our humanity…? It's a lot easier said."
To my inquiry, Senior Mitsube fixes his glasses while returning so. And I'm going to set a straight gaze on this one.
There was always a harshness in the light of his eyes.
"People can't solve human nature so easily. Even if it's about me."
Still think I don't know who I really am?
... If even what I thought I peeked at was just the superficial layer, how much stuff lurks behind it?
I find myself confused by Senior Mie's words. But the seniors keep talking, regardless of how I look like that.
"... Oriental Mengzi or Zhenzi. Or the philosophers who begin with the western cant. They, even the great forefathers, have been worried. Comrade Hasegawa, you must be very worried."
".................. Yes"
Was that advice?
I'm sure you do. But it's not nice.
Neither does it deny humanity like ours, nor affirm that there may be such humanity.
Don't give me cheap answers to worry about myself and ask me to find answers.
... tough.
But I'm sure that's the right answer. Because there can't be a textbook answer to this.
Then I guess the answer is, I'll have to look for it myself from now on......
Then, without exchanging words with each other, the sorority's activities opened up.
Hurry through the school gate. Around, it was already starting to get dark.
The sun leans fast this season. If we don't hurry, it could be completely dark by the time we get home.
The wind that passes through me is cold, and I accidentally clap my neck.
Only a wool muffler and thick gloves are on my side.
Most importantly, the fierce Winter General is the opponent, not a little forgiving.
I don't like the cold in winter.
Well, that doesn't mean I'm good at summer heat...
To add, in the spring, we surrender to drowsiness every time from its cheerfulness, and in the autumn, reason fails miserably before appetite.
What, there's not a single season you're good at.
That's what I think, and I smile unwittingly.
In that way, he moves forward with an unproductive idea. For a while, I was sending an unusual dropout landscape......
Two, I felt like they were calling me from behind.
Stop your legs and turn around behind you.
"Huh!?
At the end of his gaze, the space that I had walked so far, that there should have been no such thing as a philosophy, had been filled with black monochrome.
As if even the ink had zeroed......
It's an anomaly to see, but the first thing I did was raise my voice of surprise, and I was immediately calm and staring into the darkness.
That calm was because I was convinced of the wonder and its dark identity.
Yes, I'm sure this is a welcome.
"... surprised. Fujido is surprisingly disciplined."
Such a whine leaks. Even within doing so, its darkness keeps expanding and its distance from me shrinks.
- Should we get out of here?
That moment of patrol takes away a choice from me.
That's already approaching right behind me... It seemed too late to escape now.
Then I have no choice but to take my eyes off the looming darkness with my feet stopped. And I looked over my head.
In my eyes is a giant tree that doesn't dwell on a single leaf.
It was a magnificent cherry tree, called the size, the branching.
Most unfortunately, the seasonal pattern, it hasn't flowered yet.
... may never come true to see that thin peach petal again.
That's all, I guess.
Vaguely thinking about that, I was swallowed up by deep darkness.