Dantalian no Shoka:Volume1 Chapter6 - Revision history

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	==Special Chapter 2 - The Lifetime Book<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: .8em">Der Gevatter Tod</span>==		==Special Chapter 2 - The Lifetime Book <br><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: .8em">Der Gevatter Tod</span>==
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	There were two guests sitting at the counter of the bar.		There were two guests sitting at the counter of the bar.

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	There were two guests sitting at the counter of the bar.		There were two guests sitting at the counter of the bar.

	One of them was an old man with a bony face and stale skin. ~~Also~~, ~~his~~ unkempt ~~long~~ beard was white like the ashes of a stove.		One of them was an old man with a bony face and stale skin. His long, unkempt beard was white like the ashes in a stove.

	The other guest was a young man who was wearing a leather frock coat.		The other guest was a young man who was wearing a leather frock coat.
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	While toying with his pint of lukewarm ale, the young man was absorbed in reading a book. It was a novel with a thin cover.		While toying with his pint of lukewarm ale, the young man was absorbed in reading a book. It was a novel with a thin cover.

	When the young man had read about half of the book and ordered his second pint of ale,		When the young man had read about half of the book and ordered his second pint of ale, the white-haired old man suddenly addressed him in a hoarse voice.

	"Lad... it seems you like books?"		"Lad... it seems you like books?"

	~~The white-haired old man suddenly addressed him in a hoarse voice.~~

	The young man smiled at him and nodded.		The young man smiled at him and nodded.
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	The old man said so and chugged his glass of strong distilled liquor. Then, he laughed lightly in self derision.		The old man said so and chugged his glass of strong distilled liquor. Then, he laughed lightly in self derision.

	"Things are just repeating themselves in this world. There's nothing new out there. Even the book you're just reading is just a clichéd plot that consists of rewritten tales and myths if we'd ~~analyze~~ it precisely. The story patterns people can think of have been exhausted ages ago."		"Things are just repeating themselves in this world. There's nothing new out there. Even the book you're just reading is just a clichéd plot that consists of rewritten tales and myths if we'd analyse it precisely. The story patterns people can think of have been exhausted ages ago."

	The young man gazed silently at the old man and eventually smiled amusedly.		The young man gazed silently at the old man and eventually smiled amusedly.
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	"I didn't know such a book existed."		"I didn't know such a book existed."

	"I bet you didn't. I didn't believe in such a thing, either, until I saw it with my very own eyes. But for each person exists a book that belongs to him... of course ~~also mine~~."		"I bet you didn't. I didn't believe in such a thing, either, until I saw it with my very own eyes. But for each person, there exists a book that belongs to him... of course, including myself.

	"Have you read it? Your own book."		"Have you read it? Your own book."

	The young man ~~opened~~ his eyes ~~surprisedly~~.		The young man widened his eyes in surprise.

	"You bet! Oh, I've read it!"		"You bet! Oh, I've read it!"
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	The young man asked back in a serious voice for some reason. The old man answered while leading the sparsely remaining liquor to his mouth.		The young man asked back in a serious voice for some reason. The old man answered while leading the sparsely remaining liquor to his mouth.

	"Yes. As you say. But not just my book. There were ~~all~~ books of the citizens of this country... no, there were the books of the entire world's population. The thick books belonged to the long-~~living~~ people, who have made numerous experiences. And the ~~thins~~ ones belonged either to the people ~~that~~ died young or to the people ~~that~~ may have lived long but had a ~~monotone~~ life."		"Yes. As you say. But not just my book. There were books of all the citizens of this country... no, there were the books of the entire world's population. The thick books belonged to the long-lived people, who have made numerous experiences. And the thin ones belonged either to the people who died young or to the people who may have lived long but have had a monotonous life."

	"How was your book?"		"How was your book?"
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	"But aren't you..."		"But aren't you..."

	The young man narrowed his eyes in bewilderment. Countless wrinkles were carved into the old man's face ~~that were~~ proof of a long life.		The young man narrowed his eyes in bewilderment. Countless wrinkles were carved into the old man's face as proof of a long life.

	"Oh well... I didn't want to die, you know. So I racked my brain and groped for a solution."		"Oh well... I didn't want to die, you know. So I racked my brain and groped for a solution."
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	The old man chuckled with a dry throat.		The old man chuckled with a dry throat.

	"Our life span is destined from the beginning by this book. If the grim reaper really does exist, then I'm sure comes to take us when he ~~finished~~ reading our book... Thus, I thought: In that case I just have to make sure it doesn't end."		"Our life span is destined from the beginning by this book. If the grim reaper really does exist, then I'm sure he comes to take us when he finishes reading our book... Thus, I thought: In that case I just have to make sure it doesn't end."

	"Is that possible?"		"Is that possible?"
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	The old man said slovenly.		The old man said slovenly.

	"So I got rid of that bothering cover and tried to stick the first and last page neatly　together with glue. So that one would unknowingly return to the first page when reading... in other words, there's neither a beginning nor is there an end to my book ~~anymore~~. ~~Its~~ an endless cycle."		"So I got rid of that bothering cover and tried to stick the first and last page neatly　together with glue. So that one would unknowingly return to the first page when reading... in other words, there's neither a beginning nor is there an end to my book any more. It's an endless cycle."

	"I see. So that's how you..."		"I see. So that's how you..."

	The young man tried to bend his book like the old man had explained to him. When he overlapped the two ~~binding~~, the thin book became a round bundle of paper. And indeed, one couldn't find a beginning nor an end ~~anymore~~.		The young man tried to bend his book like the old man had explained to him. When he overlapped the two covers, the thin book became a round bundle of paper. And indeed, one couldn't find a beginning nor an end any more.

	"But I regret it now... my life was saved of course, but in return it became a recurrence of the same events over and over. Well, naturally, since it's a thin book."		"But I regret it now... my life was saved of course, but in return, it became a recurrence of the same events over and over. Well, naturally, since it's a thin book."

	The old man said so and sent the young man a pleading glance.		The old man said so and sent the young man a pleading glance.
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	The young man wordlessly gazed at the frail-looking old man for a while. Then, he smiled gently and nodded.		The young man wordlessly gazed at the frail-looking old man for a while. Then, he smiled gently and nodded.

	"~~Alright~~. I promise."		"All right. I promise."

	"Ohh..."		"Ohh..."
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	"My, my... did the gramps fall asleep?"		"My, my... did the gramps fall asleep?"

	The bartender, ~~that~~ wordlessly polished glasses until now, recognized the figure of the old man sleeping and sighed. The young man kept silent and shrugged his shoulders. While mentioning that ~~its~~ his treat, the bartender poured out new ale to the young man.		The bartender, who wordlessly polished glasses until now, recognized the figure of the old man sleeping and sighed. The young man kept silent and shrugged his shoulders. While mentioning that it's his treat, the bartender poured out new ale to the young man.

	"My sympathies for listening to his horror story."		"My sympathies for listening to his horror story."

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	Though his sincere features implied a good upbringing, a mysterious atmosphere enveloped him which did not reveal a single unguarded spot.		Though his sincere features implied a good upbringing, a mysterious atmosphere enveloped him which did not reveal a single unguarded spot.

	While toying with his ~~glass~~ of lukewarm ale, the young man was absorbed in reading a book. It was a novel with a thin cover.		While toying with his pint of lukewarm ale, the young man was absorbed in reading a book. It was a novel with a thin cover.

	When the young man had read about half of the book and ordered his second ~~glass~~ ale,		When the young man had read about half of the book and ordered his second pint of ale,

	"Lad... it seems you like books?"		"Lad... it seems you like books?"

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	The old man said so and sent the young man a pleading glance.		The old man said so and sent the young man a pleading glance.

	"Please, lad... Could you find my book and tear it, if you ever ~~lost~~ your way into that library? If you don't, I'm condemned to live the same boring life without being able to die, over and over---"		"Please, lad... Could you find my book and tear it, if you ever lose your way into that library? If you don't, I'm condemned to live the same boring life without being able to die, over and over---"

	"......"		"......"

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	The bartender looked at him in puzzlement, but the young man just smiled and enjoyed his ale.		The bartender looked at him in puzzlement, but the young man just smiled and enjoyed his ale.


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	There were two guests sitting at the counter of the bar.		There were two guests sitting at the counter of the bar.

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	"My, my... did the gramps fall asleep?"		"My, my... did the gramps fall asleep?"

	The ~~host of the bar~~, that wordlessly polished glasses until now, recognized the figure of the old man sleeping and sighed. The young man kept silent and shrugged his shoulders. While mentioning that its his treat, the ~~host of the bar~~ poured out new ale to the young man.		The bartender, that wordlessly polished glasses until now, recognized the figure of the old man sleeping and sighed. The young man kept silent and shrugged his shoulders. While mentioning that its his treat, the bartender poured out new ale to the young man.

	"My sympathies for listening to the horror story of this gramps."		"My sympathies for listening to the horror story of this gramps."
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	"Horror story?"		"Horror story?"

	The young man raised his eyebrows and asked back. The ~~host of the bar~~ gave him a broad smile,		The young man raised his eyebrows and asked back. The bartender gave him a broad smile,

	"Yeah. If this gramps gets drunk, he always starts to babble this story. The same over and over. I don't know how much I've already heard it myself."		"Yeah. If this gramps gets drunk, he always starts to babble this story. The same over and over. I don't know how much I've already heard it myself."
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	"Eh?"		"Eh?"

	The ~~host of the bar had a wondering face~~, but the young man just smiled at him and enjoyed his ale.		The bartender looked at him puzzledely, but the young man just smiled at him and enjoyed his ale.

EusthEnoptEron: Dantalian, Special Chapter 2

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Dantalian, Special Chapter 2

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There were two guests sitting at the counter of the bar.

One was an old man. His face was bony and his skin was stale. Also his unkempt long beard was white like the ashes of a stove.

The other guest was a young man wearing a leather frock coat.

Although his sincere features implied a good upbringing, he had a mysterious atmosphere around him which didn't show any unguarded spot.

While toying with his glass of lukewarm ale, the young man was reading a book. It was a novel with a thin cover.

When the young man had read about half of the book and ordered his second glass ale,

"Lad... you seem to like books?"

The white-haired old man addressed him suddenly in a hoarse voice.

The young man smiled and nodded.

"Yes. I like them. How about you?"

"...I dislike them. They're boring."

The old man said so and chugged his glass of strong distilled liquor. Then he laughed lightly in self derision.

"Things are just repeating themselves in this world. There's nothing new out there. Even the book you're reading there is just an cliched plot of rewritten tales and myths if we'd analyze it precisly. The story patterns people can think of were exhausted ages ago."

The young man stared silently at the old man and then finally smiled amused.

"You might be right with this."

The old man nodded with an extremely serious face.

"But listen, there is a single book in this world, which does not get boring."

"What's this book called?"

The young man asked back calmly. The old man seemed now a bit triumphant and answered,

"Your book, lad."

"My book?"

"Yes! The book where your life is written down from birth until your death."

The old man raised the corners of his cracked lips and smiled. The young man inclined his head lightly,

"I didn't know there's such a book."

"I guess so. I didn't believe in such a thing, too, until I saw it with my own eyes. But for every person exists a book which acts as his duplicate... of course also mine."

"Have you read it? Your own book."

He young man seemed surprised and opened his eyes widely.

"Oh yes, I've read it!"

"When and where?"

"I've forgotten this. I was still a child then, you know... but I still remember this scene clearly. It was a library built like a maze. Bookshelfs, tightly packed with books, covered the walls completely and continued with no end in sight. Almost like a cave reaching into the depths of the earth---"

While muttering so, the old man closed his eyes as if he was in a dream.

"And your book was in one of these bookshelfs?"

The young man asked back in a, for some reason, serious voice. The old man answered while leading the sparsly left liquor to his mouth.

"Yes. As you say. But not just my book. There were the all of this country... no, there were the books of the entire world population. The books of the long-living people, who experienced many things, were thick. And the books of the people that died young or the people that lived long but had a monotone life were thin."

"How was your book?"

"Mine...?"

When the young man asked him, the old man saddened.

"It was surprisingly thin! To an extent I almost fell into despair... my life was boring and on top of that short."

"But you're..."

The young man narrowed his eyes in bewilderment. Countless wrinkles were carved into his face, which were the proof of a long life.

"Yes, right... I didn't want to die, you know. So I racked my brain and thought about it."

The old man chuckled with a dry throat.

"Our life span is destined from the beginning by this book. If the grim reaper really does exist, then he surely comes to take us with him when he finished reading the respective book... In that case I just have to make sure it doesn't end. That's what I thought then."

"Is this possible?"

The young man asked.

"Didn't I mention it? My book was surprisingly thin."

The old man said so slovenly.

"So I peeled off the bothering cover and tried to stick the first and last page neatly　together with glue. So one returns to the first page when reading before one knows... in other words, there's no beginning nor is there an end to my book anymore. Its an endless cycle."

"I see. So that's how you..."

The young man tried to bend his book like the old man had explained to him. When he overlapped the two binding, the thin book became a round bundle of paper. And surely, one couldn't determine it's beginning nor it's end anymore.

"But now I'm regretting this... Of course my life was saved, but instead my life became a recurrence of the same events over and over. Well, as a matter of course, since it's a thin book."

The old man said so and gave the young man a relying glance.

"Say, lad... Could you find and tear my book, if you ever lost your way into this library? If not, I'm damned to live the same boring life without being able to die, over and over---"

"......"

The young man gazed for a while wordlessly at the frail looking old man, who looked up to him. Then he smiled gently and nodded.

"I got it. I promise."

"Ohh..."

While thanking repeatedly, the old man bowed to him.

Tears poured out of his eyes. In the end, the old man fell prostrate on the counter and started to sleep, tired from crying. It seemed like he was completely drunk.

"My, my... did the gramps fall asleep?"

The host of the bar, that wordlessly polished glasses until now, recognized the figure of the old man sleeping and sighed. The young man kept silent and shrugged his shoulders. While mentioning that its his treat, the host of the bar poured out new ale to the young man.

"My sympathies for listening to the horror story of this gramps."

"Horror story?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and asked back. The host of the bar gave him a broad smile,

"Yeah. If this gramps gets drunk, he always starts to babble this story. The same over and over. I don't know how much I've already heard it myself."

"Is that so?" muttered the young man. Then he continued, but seemed to speak to himself.

"I see... a life that became a recurrence of the same events, huh?... surprisingly, this could very well be the truth."

"Eh?"

The host of the bar had a wondering face, but the young man just smiled at him and enjoyed his ale.