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| Rain continues to fall.
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| It pounds the earth endlessly.
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| The landscape is shrouded in mist as far as eye can see, and the fierce sound of water pouring on the earth never seems to cease.
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| Although it is daytime, the sky remains a dark gloomy grey.
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| There is, in this great storm, a solitary standing figure.
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| The person is young; about 15 years old.
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| Her brown overcoat shelters only her body from the rain.
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| Her short black hair is already soaked; bangs plastered to her forehead.
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| Rain runs down and drips off of her face.
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| The drops that reach her mouth are caught by her tongue.
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| “It’s so rare for it to rain like this in such a place. How unusual……” someone said to her.
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| The voice sounded like that of a young boy, but no one appeared to be there.
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| The brown-clad figure suddenly raised her head to stare at the sky.
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| Rain fell mercilessly upon the girl’s face and ran from her eyes like tears.
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| “Aha ha ha! Aha ha ha ha!”
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| A smile suddenly appeared on her face, still looking at the sky with mouth open wide and arms outstretched, laughing incessantly.
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| “Aha ha ha! Aha ha ha ha!”
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| She continued to smile happily, skipping merrily in a circle with the hem of her overcoat twirling in the air like a gown.
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| “Aha ha! Aha ha ha ha! Aha ha ha ha! Aha ha ha ha ha!”
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| She danced and laughed insanely for a while, then said out into the rain:
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| “So what do you think?”
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| The question seems unacknowledged, so she asked again.
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| “What do you think, Hermes?”
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| “There’s nothing all that great about it…”
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| “Nothing?”
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| After hearing the previous words repeated, there came an unenthusiastic response:
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| “Maybe it's no fun to me at all, but currently my feelings are very complex!”
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| “Aha ha ha! Aha ha ha ha ha ha---”
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| The girl started to raise her head again in unrestrained laughter.
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| The voice asked:
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| “Kino, what do you plan to do next next?”
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| “I don’t know. What to do? Why bother worrying?”
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| When the girl named Kino had replied, she began once again to laugh.
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| This rainstorm, perhaps, will continue for a while.
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