Since then, she has returned to the cage shop, and Miss Ferris has returned from the Space Transfer Magic Team to Kugg Village.
Side by side the relieved Bright boy, I was looking at the side of an item of pouch.
"Uh, uh, I walked around a lot today and... my feet are already sticks, haha"
Porch quietly took my word for it.
"Me too... the back of my leg is the meatball -"
I know. I know.
Because of my lack of energy, gag beauty is often not laughable. I can't laugh if I want to.
"Father, may I speak to you for a moment?
"Hmm? What's up?
I listened to the other Chappie with the problem.
But Chappie shook her head to the side.
"Here's a little..."
Both Porch and Bright Boy turned their eyes to this.
Shut up Bright boy...... if there have been a few times in the past but when it comes to keeping secrets to my mother's pouch, it's a little change.
I glanced at Porch and said, "Bright, please," and then I took Chappie out.
Even so, it can be the backyard of a cage store.
Was I for a guest or did I sit back on the bench I found, and Chappie bent her leg over it and sat down?
"Hey, it's heavy?
"Well, well, Father. Isn't that the occasional parent-child water free?"
"That being said, the front is all black. Sit next to me, sit next to me."
"Mmm, you can't help it."
I pounded over the bench, and Chappie moved next door like she had no choice.
From around, it would be a very surreal sight.
Because a tall purple dead bird is sitting on the bench.
"So, what's going on?
To my question, Chappie kept her mouth shut for a while.
I guess Chappie has something to think about in Chappie too.
I was born about a year as a purple dead bird. My father, me, and my mother, Porch, were told that they would return to the future when they were done. I spoke to Chappie as a conclusion after much discussion with Porch, but it would still be difficult to digest in this short period of time.
And about this purple dead bird. It's too much trouble.
If only one purple-dead bird is allowed to exist in this world because of a race problem, that purple-dead bird who was in the future......... that means there will be no chappies in those days.
No, maybe it's just that we haven't met and we're alive somewhere, but until that day before we go to the past, Chappie hasn't shown up before us.
Did you just step on it and not show up when your very existence was at stake, or in this day and age of Chappie...?
Besides, what did the purple dead bird you met in modern times say when you broke up with me?
Sure... That's when I was named after the Purple Dead Bird. And then I said "............ I see. Okay, I'll lend you one, Azley. Come pay me back sooner or later"?
Was the purple dead bird aware of our existence then? Maybe you noticed at that stage?
You think I met a magician over 5,000 years ago?
But... but at that time, the purple dead bird disappeared from killing us when Porch made the missing stretch (yawn) between them.
I mean, was Porch more impressive than me?
But this time... only I, Miss Ferris, and Chappie showed up before the Purple Dead Bird.
Porch should have been hiding in the shadows the whole time.
That means... that after this, the time will come for Porch and the Purple Dead Birds to look at each other.
I didn't meet Chappie in the future. That's why Porch "lent" to me... -.
Father.
Having broken the long silence, Chappie began to think carefully of herself and talk to her often choosing words.
"That the fathers are not from this day and age. Still don't get it with my little head."
"... ah"
"I couldn't speak up. I couldn't ask my fathers. What should I do now?"
In the short words, I think I saw how Chappie felt.
"When the Fathers return to their original times, I...?
"... oh, I can't take you"
Words I've said before, but it seems like Chappie's been asking me to tell myself again.
"I... what can I do next?
It was a simple question, but that question tightened my throat.
But you'll have to tell me. As a parent, as someone who has lived for almost a long time alone.
Chappie, you know it or not... No, she probably figured it out and chose me instead of poaching, and she asked.
Then I just have to answer. Tough and long leisure time crushing (,,), even if it's not obvious.
"Right. Like flying around the world first?
"The world?
"Oh. Chappie has magnificent feathers that I don't have. You don't have a hand in not taking advantage of that, do you?
I said as I stroked Chappie's feathers.
"I see."
When Chappie lay her eyes down and nodded, she looked like she had no heart or laughed a little.
"Then you are. Eat all kinds of food"
"That's important."
Instead of answering instantly, I literally said it in a way that made me feel good about eating.
That's Porch's kid.
"Ha ha, look around in all sorts of places -"
"Hmm."
"If you get bored, you can go visit the Fulbride or Adams houses"
"Bright and Ferris' house, is it?
Kyotong chappie asked, tilting her neck.
"Oh. Is this all we're talking about? Those two houses flourished until the time we were there."
"Oh? Is that about it?"
I heard the Fulbride family recently collapsed or something, but the people in that house are alive, and you didn't make a mistake.
"Don't tell me, okay?
"Yes."
A secret for just the two of us...... Chappie replied with pleasure to such parent-child words.
"So Chappie should protect those two houses."
"Sounds interesting inside"
"Of course, you don't have to protect him"
…… What does that mean?
To my sudden change of direction, Chappie turned her eyes round.
"I mean, that's all I said, right?
"Yes."
Chappie affirms as she recalls her previous explanations.
"Chappie can decide for herself."
"Am I myself......?
"Damn. By moving on from me, you can study all sorts of things, right?
"Is that what you meant?"
Seems to have understood the meaning of the word, Chappie laid her eyes down again.
"But we also need something called guidelines."
"Guidelines?"
"The big premise of what Chappie is going to do. It's like a fundamental feeling, policy, goal."
"Objectives…"
Whimpering like that, Chappie started thinking about twisting her neck.
After watching for a while, Chappie asked me as if she had come up with something.
"What is Father's guiding principle?
"Easy. I don't bully the weak. Except bad guys and monsters."
"Ooh......!
Chappie stood up when she heard my guiding principles.
As I walked to the bench and widened my wings wide in the moon and night, my deep purple (kokimurasaki) wings danced and for a moment turned my vision into something fantastic.
"Father! I have decided! I do not bully the weak! And you see the world! Oh! Oh, I'm looking forward to it! My goal of life! The guiding principles have been decided!
I saw an innocent and majestic heavenly beast in a chappie who made her voice daunt to rejoice.
Unaware of Pocan's open mouth at some point, I was looked upon by a chappie who showed joy for a while.
"... Father?
When Chappie calmed down and peered into my face, I woke up feeling like I was watching a short, beautiful stage. I stroked my neck from Chappie's head over and over again and whined, "Right."