The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

Okay. I'll leave my mother in the hospital room, and I'll go to the bathroom as I promised. Alright, alright.... walking on crutches is a little tough.

While walking in the hospital hallway, I think for a moment.

I was a little frightened when I thought about what to say the next time I saw my father, and I was a little nervous when I thought about what to tell him...

... just thinking about it made me a little tired, so I paused. From my point of view, even if you can give your opinion to your mother, it's quite an improvement. Yeah, everything, one step at a time.... I wonder if it's too sweet for me.

After finishing the toilet, I'll go back to the hospital.

When I went back to the ward, my mother was gone. It seemed like you were going to leave before you met me. Well, I'd appreciate it. I don't think we could have talked calmly in that situation.

... Now.

Back in bed, I think again. Next time I think about it, it's a little fun.

I have to protect the world according to my teacher.

What can I do? [M] How can we help that world?

"I wonder if the doctor's manuscript is still somewhere..."

... maybe that world is the world of the teacher's unfinished work. In that case, I'm sure that the incomplete manuscript of the teacher is left somewhere, and I feel that it is a kind of solution to complete it.

Besides, even if you don't save the world... if there is still a world created by the teacher, I would like to finish it in a beautiful shape. I feel that doing so will make my feelings a little easier to organize.

"But, hey..."

“How do I get that kind of stuff?”

When I came back to this world, I remembered that I was just a human being, a child at any rate, and that there was inconvenience and inconvenience in everything.

I can't solve anything in the painting, so unfortunately, I can't go looking for the doctor's manuscript...

Hmmm... I wonder if it's best to ask the teacher's house again. No, but I'm a complete stranger from the point of view of your relatives. How on earth can I get the manuscript to be given...?

In the first place, I don't even have the means to get around. After all, my leg is broken. Well, then, you can't even go to your teacher's house.

... I miss reality.

It's kind of sad, but that's why my number one goal is to be discharged. I would like to be discharged from the hospital and go to the teacher's house... I would like to meet the doctor's relatives, or the editor, or someone like that and have the opportunity to talk there...

... my father's voice "I'm busy" suddenly appeared in my head.

Yeah, I don't know. There's no reason to bother listening to my words, because they're only meant for children. Even so, there are people like you who listen to me, but not all people like you make this world. Although it is something that I deeply thought about today.

... while feeling a bit uncomfortable, I opened the study tools piled on the bed table.

“I'll do five pages, and I'll draw a picture.”

When I opened the math reference book and notebook, which were getting a little dizzy, I decided to study for a bit. "For once, studying is useful for anything..."

... when I finished my studies, I thought, "I'll paint," and when I tried, I moved on. When I thought about what would happen if I turned this into a picture while I was studying, I went even further.

It seems that it is more efficient for me to keep the painting in my own head as a matter of course than to kick it out of my head while I am studying. I wish I had adopted this method sooner.

Then I finished studying and painting before the lights were off and went to bed. [M]

Well, now that it's time to cure it, I have to get some sleep...

... so I ate well, slept well, exercised moderately and studied hard in the gap, and lived the life of a truly exemplary inpatient.

Of course, I also drew pictures. Of course. As long as I'm alive, it's only natural for me to draw a picture...

Well, that's how I lived an exemplary life, so I was able to get along with the nurses. The presence of nurses who can talk to the public and model paintings while hanging out was very appreciated by me.... it's very important that someone treats you well.

... and my parents barely showed up until the day I was discharged. Even if I came, I would leave my luggage with the nurse and go home, so I didn't see her in person. I thought the hospital room would be nice to talk about anyway, but, well, I can't help it. Even they would resist yelling and hitting me in the hospital room...

Well, that's why I was safely discharged from the hospital.

"Thank you, Kirigo, for taking care of me"

While the mother greets the nurses.

"No, no, Kirigou-kun was a very good girl." There's almost nothing to take care of! "

"Kirigoe, you're a cute, handsome, hard-working person, and you feel so good watching you." Hey, your mother's nose is too high, right? "

"Come again..." I can't say, because this is a hospital. I don't want you to get hurt anymore. "

"Oh, but you can come and play with me." Come on, if you're a model, we'll do it. "

“Yes, thank you!”

The nurses dropped me off. Just my mother, I don't know. Well, yeah.

Even before I left, I met patients who were modeled everywhere, doctors who were painted by me every time I went to the doctor's office, plants I painted many times, and so on, so there was a little hello every time...

... so on my discharge date, the hospital was a little busy.

When I came home and unpacked, it was already a mess.

I tried to exercise hard in the hospital, but it seems that it was not enough. It was mostly a taxi until I got home, and it was obviously an elevator to the apartment floor, and I wasn't moving that much.... hmm, I can think about it first.

I eat dinner with some concern. Well, the meal at home is generally like a hospital meal, so there is no particular change.

"Where's your dad?"

"I'm going to eat outside today."

Well, this is a rice house, so my father often eats outside. Originally, it was a professional pattern and there was a lot of eating out. Well, I think it's a big reason why the rice in the house isn't delicious.

"Eat fast, I can't finish it."

Yeah.

I'm not that fast to eat, so I'm in a hurry to eat. Eating is the best thing you can do. I don't have much room to taste it, so it may be just right for meals at home.

... but I can't have a conversation during the meal, so I'm a little unhappy.

Go to bed after meals. The bed in my room after a long time was somewhat calm.

When you're in the right posture with a blanket that feels good and snuggles in your bed a little bit, your sleepiness is already shouting at me. Drawn into the world of melting sleep, sinking into it, until the morning. That's not true.

Then, in the morning, you can see the view outside the curtain. It's nice to see the city streets stained with chicken today.

... Today is Saturday.

It's a good day to get away for a bit.

Nothing in particular was said when I left home. "I'm going for a walk," she said, but nothing in particular. The father was still awake in the first place.... I mean, I haven't seen my father for quite some time. Well, that kind of thing.

When I went out of the house, the cool air seemed to take the heat away from me. It might be nice to have a little bit of a cold flame. Besides, it's going to be a lot of exercise, so it's good to be cold.

... from now on, I'll go to the teacher's house. I haven't decided what to do about it, but I don't think there's anything I can do about it.

Walking in the city, with crutches and two legs and three legs.

Continue all the way down the street in front of the station and slip sideways towards the library. Just take a short break in the library, then go further away from home.

The journey that I always walked feels somehow long. Maybe it's crutches, or maybe it's because I'm feeling heavy.

...... Looking at the teacher's house without him, can I be sane? "I just imagined it a little bit and it seems like it won't work, but that's how it works..."

No, but I know you'll regret it for the rest of your life if you don't do anything here. That's why I'm also relaxing on my crutches and three legs.

...... arrived at the teacher's house. There was a press office car parked there for some reason, and it seemed like it was reporting something.

One of the reporters said it. "It's the victim's house."

Cheng Cheng. Apparently, there is still a lot of public news about the previous incident. I think it's a bad hobby. But, well, I've already given up on that kind of thing, so, well, that kind of thing.

However, when I looked at the situation, the reporter found me and came to me, so I was a little troubled. Are you a neighbor?! "If you're chased while being screamed, you'll have to run away in a hurry." It's just, it's just, it's just...

Escape from the front of the teacher's house, take a break on the nearby park bench, and then return to the front of the teacher's house.

The TV station's wagon had already disappeared. So I went forward to the teacher's house with peace of mind.

... I felt lonely.

Especially, there shouldn't be much that has changed. The teacher stayed here until now and lived here... but the house is still in ruins and it hasn't changed like that.

And yet, I miss you.

... I miss my teacher so much.

"Mr...."

There is no answer when I call it. I went through the gate as usual and tried ringing the bell, but there was no reply.

I tried putting my hand on the front door knob while I was a little nervous, but it seemed to be locked.... maybe the key was left locked when the teacher left the house that day.

Somehow, I was looking at the teacher's house. There's a lot to see and a lot of memories to be had in the house.

During this time, it was a small field where dead tomatoes, bell peppers, and edamame seedlings were removed and plowed again.

A small garden with hand-held fireworks and a view of the snow melt.

The teacher was sitting and laughing, on the edge.

... when I looked at it, I felt like my body was motionless.

If I stayed here any longer, I would really be unable to move, so I went through the gate again and went out onto the road in front of the teacher's house...

"... excuse me. Can you do that for a second?"

So, I was called by a man who was a junior. I was 50 or 60 years old, and I could see people around me... for some reason, I felt like I was somehow nostalgic.

I thought you were a reporter again. What do you think of the victim's death? I thought I'd be asked for an unfaithful interview, so I quickly turned my heels and started moving at full speed...

"Wait, wait!" You, Togo, aren't you!? "

... yes, I stopped when I was called out.

I thought, "How do you know me?" When I looked back... the man laughed lonely and stared at me.

Looking at that face, I finally noticed. [M]

... looks a little like Sensei.

Togo-kun, right?

That's how you call your name, like you've made your pronunciation a little tedious.

In other words, not "Kirigo", but "Togo".

"... yes, I am Togo."

Nobody calls me "Togo" but my teacher, not Kung Gong. That's why "Togo" was a special name for me. I'm sure my real name isn't "Kirigoe", but "Togo". It's special, even if I think about it vaguely.

"Oh, I knew it!... it was just the child I was listening to, so I thought so and called out to her."

While looking at the person who was approaching me, I felt a kind of boiling, scary or painful, but I could not help but feel the feeling of shaking me loudly crawling up...

"My name is Ishino Hai Xiuta." He's Unnaku's uncle....... you took care of me before I was alive. "

... 'before life'.

When I heard that, I realized that it was' lonely ', which filled my heart.