VRMMO no Shien Shokunin ～Top Player no Shikakenin～

When you open the break-in in the room, the old consoles line up in shifts.

The contents are often used and tired, but the outer boxes remain clean and aligned.

One console has a different atmosphere than the others in a somewhat difficult hidden part of it to see.

I took it quietly while watching for damage.

……

In a shaken box, the sound of karakara if some part is off.

It was not until some time after my father died on December 24, more than a decade ago, that this box arrived with a shattered console.

The details at the time...... I still don't want to remember much, even after time.

The console is in this condition, but when connected it miraculously ran properly.

"My mother was quite a Spartan..."

Naturally, this console reminds me of my father.

So when I was young, I pushed this guy, the artifact, deep down, into a place that was much harder to reach than where I was earlier...

My mother grabbed my shoulder and said:

"It's my father's last gift... if it works, play for him. Besides, if you found out you hated the game because of it, you'd be sad, Dad.

That's how you played the game you were buying with the main body crying.

When I reached the ending, I wasn't sure if that was because of the game and I was impressed and crying, or for any other reason, it was a mess.

I just don't think what my mother said was a mistake then.

"... it's time to go"

Quietly place the box with the console on the desk and weave the coat.

When I leave the room, I look at him just one more time.

The emotions that float - a sense of loss somewhat plundered (overshadowed) by the course of time, and wonders and soft thoughts.

Unexpectedly, a scene of a genre called silly plays in my head, far from the masterpiece my father chose.

"... hehe"

Played after a crying clear masterpiece game, a low-cost game.

He was laughing, laughing, and he was forced to loosen my face, which was solidifying.

Before the party, I have to finish my grave visit.

It's just me and my mother going home to work, and Miyu and Risei are waiting at home.

"Well, don't come."

Leave a message.

The food is largely ready, and it only needs finishing and warming.

He had a souvenir for Hidehei, put on his shoes and put his hand on the front door knob.

"Oh, wait! Cross!"

"Brother, take this"

The two of them call me off, and I look back.

Then Rishi is offering a bigger bag......

"... what? If it's an offering to your father, you've got it right.

"No, this is yours."

"Mine?

"Open it when you're done visiting the grave! And use it!"

"When it's over, in front of the grave?... Rishi?

"Right. I want that, too."

All the questions come to mind, but the last time I look at my mother waiting next door...

Like I guessed something, it was just a snort with a smile.

It is not an atmosphere to ask what the contents are.

When I was able to push all my doubts, I received a bag from Ritsuki.

"... then don't come this time"

I've got a little more luggage, but my mother has the light stuff for me.

I opened the front door, listening to Unblessed and Ritsuki's drop-off voice.

Father's grave is in a mass graveyard a short distance from his home.

Because of the variety and the thin relationship with relatives, it is not of the kind of ancestral generation.

Tombstones are relatively new.

When I silently finished cleaning around the grave and prepared the flowers...

"Mizuhito. The cake you made will be served at your house later. You liked it, didn't you? Sweet stuff."

……

My mother's voice talking in front of the grave comes into my ear.

I didn't pinch an extra mouth in it and took the incense out of my bag.

"We did good again this year. You can go to your daughter-in-law whenever you want."

"... you know, mother?

Even if I go to my son-in-law, I don't think there's any chance I'm going to be my wife.

While the cold wind blows, light a few bundled incenses while blocking the wind with your hands.

"And the cake I served to Ruizen will be delicious later, won't it?

"Or, Mother?

"Nothing, it's not like it's tense or anything, is it? But you told me when you proposed, didn't you? Joy and sadness, they want to share it together. So I..."

"I guess that's not what you mean!?

A scratchy voice echoes vainly in a quiet cemetery.

That word shouldn't be what pushed such a "yours is mine" theory forward.

"Huh? What are you talking about? If I hadn't, I'd have eaten them all, wouldn't I?

"I don't think we were even talking about that dimension...... ha"

Somehow, the soggy air that had just happened flew away somewhere in an instant.

Where is the mother who fits the cake with her son's childhood taming?

- Think about it, your mother is always powerful.

Of course you would have been crying in the back, but I know you were trying not to look like that in front of me. I feel it.

... When I laughed a little at an invisible angle from my mother, I offered a smoky incense to the grave.

"A treat, too, but I guess what you really should offer your father is a game"

Second, such thoughts poke my mouth out.

I don't hear much about it, but isn't it something that was in the deceased's hobby?

My mother, who heard my words, reacts sharply to it.

"Fine, that! Or shall we do something together at the party tonight! Everybody!"

"... your mother? Playing games?"

In unexpected words, I get stuck in surprises.

I'm sorry, but I have absolutely no image of my mother playing the game.

I'm not very strong on machines in the first place, and I've never asked specifically, but it wasn't hard to imagine that meeting my father wasn't a hobby hangover either.

I mean, it's very rare to say this.

"Oh, you're making fun of me, aren't you? Even your mother can do about board games! Double Six!

"No, that's a good one for analog games... shall we? Digital, analog, both, right? At home."

"Pico Pico is flat, you can do it until the one that moves sideways!

"Mom, when are you from?

"But it's newer horizontally than vertically, isn't it?

"You know a lot about weird things..."

Going that far, I feel like I'm on a mother's level some generations ago.

Well, I think half of it is a joke......

Here's my mom, but my dad used to invite me into the game.

"Are you free? If you're free, play games with your father!"... Oh, my God, I still have a voice in my ear.

……

……

When the conversation breaks down, the cold wind stains you even more.

Thanks to my mother I had a fun conversation, but little by little...... my heart seemed to get cold when I was here anyway.

When I get rid of the tools, cleaning equipment, etc. I speak to my mother.

"... Shall we go home"

The buckets of water that are loaned to me at the joint cemetery, etc. must be properly returned.

I asked my mother to wait here, and I tried to return it once.

"Wait, wait."

- I just did, and I was stopped.

Mother doesn't say whether or not, when she takes the bucket I have...

Instead, I've pressed a paper bag on my chest that Rishi and Uneu made me hold.

"Open it."

"Huh? But after I return the bucket..."

"Fine. Open it here now."

……

A mother who flips from a strong tone to a gentle... just a gentle tone to teach to envelop.

When you open the mouth of the bag that was closed with tape so that you can't see inside...

"... the idiot. If I wore it here, I would smell all the incense..."

It felt like I saw it, mostly hand-knitted cold gear. It makes sense that the bag is big for the weight.

...... the top of the list are decoupled gloves with inconsistent braids.

When you get it, it's undressed but thick and very warm. It's coarse, but I guess it took me a while, and it also feels sturdy.

I'm sure the one who made this is like a clumsy but warm-hearted sun.

"Oh, you look just like the first glove I ever made. Is that... did you give it to Unyu?

"Huh?... No, mine wasn't a little better?

"No, you look just like me. Hehe..."

……

The next thing I noticed - by contrast, a beautifully eyed muffler.

It's like an off-the-shelf product... no, it has more beauty than any other craftsman has ever made.

I feel like a unique aura, which is never found in mass produced products.

I pulled it with a slightly stepped glove, cautious at the end, and the mark of the hammer was present.

This, the muffler as seen in this game!

"Well, adorable. But why a hammer?"

"Uh... yeah"

No, just now, I'm cooking for a party.

When the express arrived, it was a bummer for you and Rice, right?

... Oh well.

You know... thank you so much, Kazusa.

Your sincerity, let me take it firmly.

Wrap a touchy muffler around my neck and I'll take the last piece of hand-knitting.

……

I'll spread it out, but I don't know what that is.

Its hand-knitted pieces have a simple shape and are symmetrical from left to right.

It's shaped like a cylinder, and I thought it was a neck warmer... but for that, it's a bit larger in size.

If you're turning it over that way, it's at the edge of your sight that something flutters down from inside.

"Oops. Fine play, me!

"Oh, oh? Mother, nice catch. It's a move that doesn't make you feel old."

"Ugh."

"Huh?"

"... I'm starting to feel a little sore in my back because that's what I'm saying"

"... just tight hips, be careful, okay?

Anyway, my mother grabbed it. It was a message card.

According to this, as a gift not to be worn, it was turned into an unusual "abdominal roll".

"Oh, the tummy roll! I see...... I see!

"I know what you're talking about, Choice..."

"Indeed."

It doesn't say his name, but it's probably a rational one.

Right, is this a wool tummy roll... I can't use it now, but I'm very happy as a person who uses tummy rolls all the time.

As soon as possible tonight, I'm going to wear it under my bedclothes.

"Here, uh. Why are you trying to get a tummy roll? You can't be out of company."

"What? Huh? Mother, you don't want me to get here?

"Isn't that obvious? Nobody's here, so don't light it. Here."

"It's not lighting or anything like that..."

But I met my mother's opposite, so I wore it on this occasion.

I'm wearing a coat so it was a little difficult to put on...... somehow, I succeeded in wrapping it around my stomach without getting it dirty.

It's under my clothes, though I wouldn't know from the looks of it.

"Okay... but I'm glad it wasn't the pants in the yarn or something. Exactly, if you tell me to wear that on this occasion..."

"Stretch. The pants in the yarn were the first candidate, but we compromised on the abdominal roll. Praise me for suppressing my gushing desires... because..."

……

……

"... Well, you still have something left"

"You decided not to ask, didn't you?

The knitting was all in three, but there were other gifts in the bag.

First, "Disposable Cairo" with lots of cute paintings.

If you look closely, this animal or other painting, is it handwritten...?

Don't even feel like you can't get rid of it.

Can't you save it after using it somehow?

And the fact that it was beside those Cairos also promptly pinned about the last remaining box of mysterious little metal.

"Ugh, is this an ash-style portrait? Wow. I've never seen the real thing before."

"What? What?

"It's an old reusable flask. There's a message card on this too...... ahh. Is this furnace set a gift from the three lovers? Glad to hear it."

"You know the kids in the game, right?

"Yes, yes. Junior high school triplets."

Listening to the story, my mother sets disposable Cairo in her abdominal roll on her own.

Yeah, well, it's definitely cold... would you mind not rolling my son's clothes on your own?

For once, I'm a puberty boy, too, right?

Mother, ignoring such convenience, squeaked smudgingly as she finished setting Cairo.

"Good kids...... true. You know,"

"What?"

"... Is it warm enough?

To the unintentional question, I get a sudden fever as if I had been beaten around my thirsty eyeballs in a cold breeze.

My mother didn't ask if my body (...) was warm... I'm sure that's what happened.

Next time I turned my body to the barrel return mouth, I answered without looking at my mother's face.

"... it's so warm, it's so hot. Because of this, my vision seeped a little."

"Oh well."

"... Shall we go home, Mother? I'm fine now."

"Right...... Phew"

When I retrieve the bucket and walk out first, my mother with the light luggage grabs my arm so she can bump into me.

Hey, this is just embarrassing.

There's no one nearby, is there?

"Speaking of which, Hidehei gave me a warm drink, too. Thanks for the cake."

"Huh?... Wow, insulated bag. When? It's not like him. It's a way of making you feel..."

"These guys, that's not how you say it. By the way..."

My mother, with her arms around her, looks a little over this neck.

Next, pull your hands together, do the same, then snort one.

... what? Seemed to keep my nose close, though.

"Yeah. Besides the proper incense, it still smells like a girl who knitted so hard, right? Mufflers and gloves. I checked when I put Cairo in earlier, but also the abdominal roll. Good for you!

"Ha!?

"Well, there's something like that. So you don't have to worry..."

"Because it's not! However, the yarn stuff needs a knack for laundry..."

"Again. Well. It's okay, even if you're honest."

"So you're saying no!?

Bright and noisy everywhere.

With all the warmth I felt, my mother and I left the cemetery behind.