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<p>Created page with &quot;== Prologue: 0.00 Shiika The Last == Shedding blood from her brow, Anmoto Shiika wore a smile. She knew it would end like this. She was fully aware that &#039;&#039;once all of the f...&quot;</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>== Prologue: 0.00 Shiika The Last ==<br /> <br /> Shedding blood from her brow, Anmoto Shiika wore a smile.<br /> <br /> She knew it would end like this.<br /> <br /> She was fully aware that &#039;&#039;once all of the fights were over&#039;&#039;—they’d lower the curtains in this manner.<br /> <br /> Anmoto Shiika was so small, yet held such vast power. It all started in a situation much like this—and she knew this would reach the exact same conclusion in the end.<br /> <br /> “—So this makes us the only survivors.”<br /> <br /> The boy facing against Shiika muttered this calmly.<br /> <br /> His face was smeared with blood and his legs shook with fatigue, yet his right hand unerringly grasped a large automatic pistol and aimed it at Shiika.<br /> <br /> He was covered in so much wounds it was a wonder he was alive.<br /> <br /> Upon seeing him, what Shiika felt—was relief.<br /> <br /> It was finally going to be over.<br /> <br /> How many battles had he survived this far?<br /> <br /> How many enemies had he defeated, and how many wounds had he accumulated?<br /> <br /> Shiika herself was also the exact same.<br /> <br /> And yet, even these painful, long days of battle—would finally end here.<br /> <br /> “Right.”<br /> <br /> As Shiika grinned at him, a white shadow rose next to her.<br /> <br /> It was the Mushi holding Shiika’s dream within it.<br /> <br /> Another Mushi landed atop of the boy’s held gun. It transformed and fused with the pistol in a split second.<br /> <br /> “It’s finally over… I can finally put an end to this—”<br /> <br /> The boy’s face, wet with fresh blood, twisted. He looked to be smiling.<br /> <br /> Hearing how his wrung-out voice was tired, tears rose to Shiika’s eyes.<br /> <br /> “Yup, finally…”<br /> <br /> These two smiling Mushitsuki were watched over by the destroyed townscape and the piles of broken high-rise buildings. The city’s lights illuminated both of them, yet there were no cars or people around.<br /> <br /> This scenery looked like some illusion, but it was neither a vision nor a dream.<br /> <br /> What one arrived at the end of a long dream—was cold, hard reality.<br /> <br /> “I—we came all the way here…”<br /> <br /> “We almost gave up many times, but managed to get here…”<br /> <br /> Above the boy’s head, a glowing snowflake appeared.<br /> <br /> It fluttered down slowly, approaching the gun held by him.<br /> <br /> The girl and boy stared at each other.<br /> <br /> This silence, that was as though only the two of them existed in this world—was torn by loud gunfire.<br /> <br /> The gun held by the boy spouted fire and the unleashed bullet pierced through Shiika’s Mushi.<br /> <br /> “—!”<br /> <br /> Grimacing, Shiika bent back. Her Mushi was blown to smithereens, became fragments of light and scattered.<br /> <br /> She felt a sharp pain and an uncontrollable sense of emptiness.<br /> <br /> However, there was also—happiness.<br /> <br /> As Shiika was assaulted by these two conflicting emotions, her eardrums were shaken by a disharmonious, ear-grating cacophony.<br /> <br /> The boy’s gun, touched by the snowflake, was crushed by some invisible force and broke down.<br /> <br /> Death throes of the two vanishing Mushi echoed in the destroyed city.<br /> <br /> This cry that felt like it would constrict her chest was the scream grieving for a dream that would never come true—<br /> <br /> And it was also the voice singing of a small dream that was never going to give up.<br /> <br /> “—”<br /> <br /> The boy grimaced and dropped to his knees.<br /> <br /> As the two Mushi were annihilated, their Mushitsuki collapsed to the ground.<br /> <br /> “…!”<br /> <br /> Shiika and the boy reached out to one another.<br /> <br /> Their fingertips touched.<br /> <br /> The last time their fingers touched was just a few months prior.<br /> <br /> Even so, it felt nostalgic—and warm.<br /> <br /> The boy surely felt the same as Shiika. She could tell from his smile.<br /> <br /> When they could finally feel each other’s warmth, their eyes started to rapidly lost their light— <br /> <br /> And then it vanished completely.<br /> <br /> Their fingers still intertwined, the two fell to the ground simultaneously.<br /> <br /> While Shiika felt herself being wrapped with relief and a sensation of loss, memories and feelings surged forward as a wave in her mind.<br /> <br /> An omen of having her Mushi killed and becoming the living corpse called a Fallen.<br /> <br /> Her life flashed before her eyes with these death throes of her dream.<br /> <br /> “…”<br /> <br /> Her rushing memories made her recall everything that led to this stage.<br /> <br /> Why was this sort of conclusion reached?<br /> <br /> Why had she—chosen this conclusion?<br /> <br /> With that memory, Shiika fully lost her consciousness.<br /> <br /> Shiika and the boy who held the same dream.<br /> <br /> They both became Fallen of their own will, and put an end to it all.<br /> <br /> This was…<br /> <br /> The final destination that the two Mushitsuki chose for their dream.<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;noinclude&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> {{SimpleNav}}<br /> <br /> &lt;/noinclude&gt;</div>

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