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| − | |The Intrigues of Suzumiya Haruhi |
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| − | |Том 7 — Интриги Харухи Судзумии |
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| − | ===Prologue Пролог=== |
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| − | |Suzumiya Haruhi has become very pensive lately. |
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| − | Even though she is often melancholic and sometimes easily agitated, she is actually very |
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| − | sociable. Even so, she's been surprisingly tranquil these past couple days. This quietness from |
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| − | who-knows-where even scares people like me. |
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| − | Of course, it isn't like her to stay quiet, and it definitely isn't a change of heart. Haruhi never |
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| − | doubts herself. Even if her personality has a slight or subtle change, she will never question |
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| − | herself. Anyway, if such a change were to happen, I would be put in a troublesome situation. So |
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| − | at this moment in time, I wouldn't bother to try and correct her. How should I put this... there's a |
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| − | type of quietness that's like a continuously radiating kirlian photograph in which the light has |
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| − | gone from burning red to a duller orange which is subtly surrounding her. |
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| − | Of all the people in the class only one, at most two will be able to realize that she is not quite the |
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| − | same as usual. Of these two, one is me. |
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| − | Ever since I entered high school, she has always been sitting behind me and we meet after school |
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| − | every day. So, I can say without exaggerating that if anyone has noticed anything it would have |
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| − | to be me. But even though I say she's calm now, that bright flare can still give the all-knowing a |
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| − | run for their money. As soon as it bursts forth, the energy that will not stop until it succeeds will |
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| − | show its true colors. |
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| − | Note that while she only got second at the event the school organized at the end of last month, |
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| − | Haruhi got first in the marathon held at the school at the beginning of this month. By the way, |
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| − | the winner of the first event was none other than Nagato Yuki, who also got second in the |
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| − | marathon. In a nutshell, the leaders of the SOS Brigade and the literature Club are both amazing |
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| − | and fit to be grouped with the Warlords in the past. And yet again, the school was left to rack its |
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| − | brains and try and figure out what the Brigade was doing. One such student who wondered this |
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| − | was me, a member. |
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| − | If I know only one thing, it's that once Haruhi displays that kind of expression and spirit, I can be |
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| − | sure that she's planning something. And at the moment she has thought it through, her face will |
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| − | transform back to its enchanting, smiling form. |
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| − | Oddly, I don't actually remember when I discovered this. When was it? I tried flipping through |
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| − | the history book in my mind, searching through for the record that displayed her quiet side |
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| − | gradually disappearing. |
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| − | A calm moment is the accurate, unmistakable prediction of a giant tsunami. It has always been |
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| − | like that. |
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| − | So...... |
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| − | It is now the beginning of February, the cold winter is nearing its end. |
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| − | |Судзумия Харухи в последнее время задумчива. |
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| − | Она то впадает в меланхолию, то приходит в возбуждение на пустом месте, но, не смотря на это, не замыкается в себе. Вообще-то, в последние дни было на удивление спокойно. А ничто так не заставляет меня нервничать, как непонятно откуда взявшееся спокойствие. |
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| − | Харухи не из тех, кто может спокойно сидеть на одном месте, и уж точно она, и в ближайшее время меняться не собирается. Харухи никогда не сомневается в себе. Даже если ее характер едва заметно меняется, это не заставит ее задуматься. Да и я не знаю, что бы делал в этой ситуации — прямо сейчас я бы не рискнул поднимать с ней эту тему. Как бы это сказать... задумчивая Харухи выглядит как на фотографии эффекта Кирлиана — ее окружает аура из огненных всполохов плазмы. |
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| − | Во всем классе один, максимум два человека способны заметить, что с Харухи что-то не так. И один из этих людей я. |
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| − | Сколько я хожу в старшую школу, она всегда сидела у меня за спиной, и каждый день мы встерчались после уроков. Так что, когда я говорю, что могу лучше всех определять ее настроение, я не преувеличиваю. Хоть я и говорю, что она сейчас успокоилась, это не означает, что она не может внезапно взорваться, и устроить окружающим веселую жизнь — и не успокоится, пока все не убедятся, чего она стоит. |
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| − | Следует заметить, что на школьном мероприятии в конце того месяца она заняла лишь второе место, тогда как на марафоне в начале этого месяца она стала первой. Кстати, победительницей в первом мероприятии стала никто иная, как Нагато Юки, которая заняла второе место в марафоне. Короче говоря, руководители «Бригады SOS» и литературного кружка столь изумительны, что им место в копании с легендарными военноначальниками прошлого. И в то же время, школа всё еще не имела понятия, чем занимается «Бригада». Мне и самому хотелось бы это знать, не смотря на то, что я в нее вхожу. |
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| − | Если я что-то и понял за это время, так это то, что если у Харухи такое настоение, значит она что-то задумала. А когда план наконец созреет в ее голове, на лице у нее зачияет ослепительная улыбка. |
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| − | Странно, но я не помню, когда я слелал это наблюдение. Когда это было? Я перелистал в голове историю знакомства с ней, стараясь припомнить, что у Харухи следует за таким спокойным настроением. |
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| − | Тишина — это самый надежный признак надвигающегося цунами. Всегда так было. |
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| − | Итак… |
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| − | Вот уже начало февраля, и зима приближается к своему концу. |
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| − | |New Years has come and gone, and we left the troublesome old year behind almost a month ago. |
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| − | If time seems to have flown by, it's probably because you've kept yourself busy doing a lot of |
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| − | New Years related things during that first month. |
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| − | Here, I'm hoping that time will reverse. I have no clue what Haruhi is planning, since I was busy |
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| − | coming to terms with my own situation first. Starting to reminisce about the past year in |
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| − | February is a bit early, but since what I have to say is not unsayable, I might as well tell it |
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| − | enthusiastically and completely. |
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| − | At that time, I only had one motto: Finish the unfinished, one by one. As fast as possible. |
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| − | When I made up my mind, it was when we were still on the winter trip. It took quite a bit of time |
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| − | before I set it in motion. |
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| − | This is the story that starts January the second at the train station we always pass on normal days. |
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| − | ......... |
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| − | ...... |
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| − | ... |
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| − | The vacation that had us fighting through a snowstorm and imprisoned in a mysterious mansion |
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| − | on the mountain finally ended on the second day of the new year. The SOS Brigade group that |
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| − | set out for the winter trip to that mountain villa finally returned home. |
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| − | "Whew, I'm back." |
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| − | Haruhi said hello to our little town, then turned to face the sunset, closing one eye. |
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| − | "I can finally be comfortable. Even though the snow mountain wasn't too bad, the air you're used |
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| − | to is the best, although it is a bit stale." |
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| − | Arakawa the butler, Mori the maid and the Tamaru brothers were all long gone, since they don't |
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| − | go this way to get home. So, the only ones claiming the baggage at the train station in front of |
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| − | our hometown are the tireless and extremely healthy Haruhi and Tsuruya-san, Asahina-san, who |
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| − | my sister was clinging to, unwilling to separate, the forever impassive Nagato, the exhausted |
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| − | Koizumi, the extremely weary me and the cargo, Shamisen. Ha, that should be enough, I guess. |
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| − | "Dismissed for today." |
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| − | Haruhi gave the appearance that she'd had lots of fun. |
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| − | "Everyone can get some rest. Tomorrow will be the first time this year we visit the temples and |
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| − | shrines nearby, meet here at nine. Oh, Tsuruya-san, do you have any plans?" |
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| − | |New Years has come and gone, and we left the troublesome old year behind almost a month ago. |
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| − | If time seems to have flown by, it's probably because you've kept yourself busy doing a lot of |
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| − | New Years related things during that first month. |
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| − | |||
| − | Here, I'm hoping that time will reverse. I have no clue what Haruhi is planning, since I was busy |
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| − | coming to terms with my own situation first. Starting to reminisce about the past year in |
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| − | February is a bit early, but since what I have to say is not unsayable, I might as well tell it |
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| − | enthusiastically and completely. |
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| − | |||
| − | At that time, I only had one motto: Finish the unfinished, one by one. As fast as possible. |
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| − | When I made up my mind, it was when we were still on the winter trip. It took quite a bit of time |
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| − | before I set it in motion. |
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| − | This is the story that starts January the second at the train station we always pass on normal days. |
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| − | ......... |
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| − | ...... |
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| − | ... |
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| − | |||
| − | The vacation that had us fighting through a snowstorm and imprisoned in a mysterious mansion |
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| − | on the mountain finally ended on the second day of the new year. The SOS Brigade group that |
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| − | set out for the winter trip to that mountain villa finally returned home. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Whew, I'm back." |
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| − | |||
| − | Haruhi said hello to our little town, then turned to face the sunset, closing one eye. |
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| − | "I can finally be comfortable. Even though the snow mountain wasn't too bad, the air you're used |
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| − | to is the best, although it is a bit stale." |
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| − | |||
| − | Arakawa the butler, Mori the maid and the Tamaru brothers were all long gone, since they don't |
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| − | go this way to get home. So, the only ones claiming the baggage at the train station in front of |
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| − | our hometown are the tireless and extremely healthy Haruhi and Tsuruya-san, Asahina-san, who |
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| − | my sister was clinging to, unwilling to separate, the forever impassive Nagato, the exhausted |
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| − | Koizumi, the extremely weary me and the cargo, Shamisen. Ha, that should be enough, I guess. |
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| − | "Dismissed for today." |
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| − | |||
| − | Haruhi gave the appearance that she'd had lots of fun. |
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| − | "Everyone can get some rest. Tomorrow will be the first time this year we visit the temples and |
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| − | shrines nearby, meet here at nine. Oh, Tsuruya-san, do you have any plans?" |
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| − | |The energetic vigor that's already making plans for the next day after the vacation ended is very |
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| − | enviable. The problem is, my body, representing that of a normal human’s, doesn't have a |
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| − | perpetual motion machine built into it. But Tsuruya-san, the person whose vitality can somehow |
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| − | keep up with Haruhi's, said, |
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| − | "Sorry everyone, I have to go to Switzerland tomorrow. I'll bring some souvenirs back. Please, |
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| − | take this change and donate it!" |
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| − | After saying this, she dug into her pockets and showed her clinking and clanging change to |
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| − | Asahina-san. |
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| − | "This is New Year's money!" |
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| − | She said, giving all her change to my sister. |
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| − | "See you next semester~" |
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| − | She waved, leaving the train station with a bright, smiling face. Her posture was relaxed and |
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| − | cheerful. How was this girl raised? For future reference, I want to visit her parents and see what |
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| − | they say. |
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| − | |||
| − | Haruhi kept waving until we lost sight of her around the corner of those apartments. |
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| − | "Then, let's go home. Everyone be careful on the road. It's still the winter trip until you get |
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| − | home." |
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| − | If anything were to happen on the way home, Koizumi and I physically wouldn't be able to take |
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| − | it anymore. Nothing weird should show up on the way home from the station, anyway. |
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| − | |||
| − | I glanced at Nagato. Her abnormality inside the mysterious hotel on the mountain had vanished |
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| − | into thin air; she was now back to her emotionless, impossible-to-read state. As I thought this, |
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| − | her eyes moved and met mine. She nodded her head slightly; that wasn't just an illusion, I think. |
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| − | I looked over at Asahina-san. She had been relaxed and laid-back during the trip. The carefreeness |
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| − | had become nervousness while in the (Hall of Snow Mountain Syndrome), but upon |
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| − | reflection, this was for the best. Now is when she really made an entrance. I stared at her, full of |
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| − | affection, but sadly, she didn't notice my look at all and continued talking with my sister as if |
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| − | they were the same age. |
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| − | "Well, see you tomorrow! Don't be late. Oh, and don't lose your pochibukuro, there'll be stalls |
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| − | everywhere tomorrow." |
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| − | |||
| − | After Haruhi said that, I took hold of my sister's hand, held onto the box Shamisen was in, said |
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| − | farewell to Haruhi and Asahina-san and got on the public bus. |
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| − | "See you later, Mikuru-chan!" |
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| − | |The energetic vigor that's already making plans for the next day after the vacation ended is very |
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| − | enviable. The problem is, my body, representing that of a normal human’s, doesn't have a |
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| − | perpetual motion machine built into it. But Tsuruya-san, the person whose vitality can somehow |
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| − | keep up with Haruhi's, said, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Sorry everyone, I have to go to Switzerland tomorrow. I'll bring some souvenirs back. Please, |
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| − | take this change and donate it!" |
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| − | After saying this, she dug into her pockets and showed her clinking and clanging change to |
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| − | Asahina-san. |
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| − | |||
| − | "This is New Year's money!" |
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| − | |||
| − | She said, giving all her change to my sister. |
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| − | "See you next semester~" |
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| − | |||
| − | She waved, leaving the train station with a bright, smiling face. Her posture was relaxed and |
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| − | cheerful. How was this girl raised? For future reference, I want to visit her parents and see what |
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| − | they say. |
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| − | |||
| − | Haruhi kept waving until we lost sight of her around the corner of those apartments. |
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| − | "Then, let's go home. Everyone be careful on the road. It's still the winter trip until you get |
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| − | home." |
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| − | |||
| − | If anything were to happen on the way home, Koizumi and I physically wouldn't be able to take |
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| − | it anymore. Nothing weird should show up on the way home from the station, anyway. |
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| − | |||
| − | I glanced at Nagato. Her abnormality inside the mysterious hotel on the mountain had vanished |
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| − | into thin air; she was now back to her emotionless, impossible-to-read state. As I thought this, |
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| − | her eyes moved and met mine. She nodded her head slightly; that wasn't just an illusion, I think. |
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| − | I looked over at Asahina-san. She had been relaxed and laid-back during the trip. The carefreeness |
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| − | had become nervousness while in the (Hall of Snow Mountain Syndrome), but upon |
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| − | reflection, this was for the best. Now is when she really made an entrance. I stared at her, full of |
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| − | affection, but sadly, she didn't notice my look at all and continued talking with my sister as if |
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| − | they were the same age. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Well, see you tomorrow! Don't be late. Oh, and don't lose your pochibukuro, there'll be stalls |
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| − | everywhere tomorrow." |
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| − | |||
| − | After Haruhi said that, I took hold of my sister's hand, held onto the box Shamisen was in, said |
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| − | farewell to Haruhi and Asahina-san and got on the public bus. |
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| − | |||
| − | "See you later, Mikuru-chan!" |
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| − | |While I was pulling my struggling sister to her seat, I saw Asahina-san keep looking over and |
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| − | waving to my sister. Sorry, but I don't really feel like waving now. Well, if it were Haruhi or |
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| − | Koizumi, I would definitely shout goodbye. |
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| − | |||
| − | So, as soon as I got home and liberated myself from Shamisen and my sister, after a few minutes, |
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| − | I called two particular brigade members I had just left at the stop. |
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| − | Why? |
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| − | Because I wanted to finish what I regret leaving incomplete as soon as possible. |
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| − | And since it was because I was lazy that this awkward situation occurred, I'm very sorry, so I |
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| − | want to teach the old, lazy me a lesson. We should go to the me from a while before the trip. |
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| − | That time at the mysterious mansion on the mountain, it was because Nagato and Koizumi were |
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| − | bright that they managed to keep the worst-case scenario from occurring. But no one can |
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| − | guarantee that something like that will never happen again. Actually, I think that this had to |
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| − | happen someday. The fun at the mountain villa was delayed because of this problem, and the |
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| − | surroundings even disappeared along with the members. There was enough time afterwards at |
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| − | Tsuruya-san's resort while we played Fukuwarai and Sugoroku for me to make a decision. |
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| − | I have to go. I have to return to that time-space with Nagato and Asahina-san. |
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| − | Yes, back to the dawn of December the eighteenth... |
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| − | There's no time to rest off the weariness. First, I phoned Asahina-san, and since we had just |
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| − | separated, she was quite surprised. |
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| − | "What's the matter, Kyon-kun?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "There's a place I want to go with you. Today, preferably." |
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| − | "Eh......? Where?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "December the eighteenth of last year." |
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| − | |||
| − | She was both shocked and puzzled. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Ehhh......? Wha- What's happening?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "Please take me and Nagato into the past, two weeks ago, to be precise. Then we can work |
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| − | together to try and reverse time." |
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| − | |||
| − | "Tha-, me send...... no, that device cannot be used when I feel like it. It requires lots of |
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| − | consideration and authorization by many other people." |
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| − | |While I was pulling my struggling sister to her seat, I saw Asahina-san keep looking over and |
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| − | waving to my sister. Sorry, but I don't really feel like waving now. Well, if it were Haruhi or |
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| − | Koizumi, I would definitely shout goodbye. |
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| − | |||
| − | So, as soon as I got home and liberated myself from Shamisen and my sister, after a few minutes, |
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| − | I called two particular brigade members I had just left at the stop. |
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| − | Why? |
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| − | |||
| − | Because I wanted to finish what I regret leaving incomplete as soon as possible. |
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| − | And since it was because I was lazy that this awkward situation occurred, I'm very sorry, so I |
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| − | want to teach the old, lazy me a lesson. We should go to the me from a while before the trip. |
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| − | That time at the mysterious mansion on the mountain, it was because Nagato and Koizumi were |
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| − | bright that they managed to keep the worst-case scenario from occurring. But no one can |
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| − | guarantee that something like that will never happen again. Actually, I think that this had to |
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| − | happen someday. The fun at the mountain villa was delayed because of this problem, and the |
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| − | surroundings even disappeared along with the members. There was enough time afterwards at |
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| − | Tsuruya-san's resort while we played Fukuwarai and Sugoroku for me to make a decision. |
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| − | I have to go. I have to return to that time-space with Nagato and Asahina-san. |
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| − | Yes, back to the dawn of December the eighteenth... |
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| − | |||
| − | There's no time to rest off the weariness. First, I phoned Asahina-san, and since we had just |
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| − | separated, she was quite surprised. |
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| − | |||
| − | "What's the matter, Kyon-kun?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "There's a place I want to go with you. Today, preferably." |
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| − | |||
| − | "Eh......? Where?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "December the eighteenth of last year." |
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| − | |||
| − | She was both shocked and puzzled. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Ehhh......? Wha- What's happening?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "Please take me and Nagato into the past, two weeks ago, to be precise. Then we can work |
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| − | together to try and reverse time." |
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| − | |||
| − | "Tha-, me send...... no, that device cannot be used when I feel like it. It requires lots of |
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| − | consideration and authorization by many other people." |
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| − | |I bet that authorization will be easy to get. The vision floating in my mind's eye is of Mikuru |
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| − | (Big) winking at me, even blowing me a kiss. |
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| − | "Asahina-san, contact your boss or somebody like that right now. Explain it to them, and say that |
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| − | I want to take you and Nagato back to the dawn of December the eighteenth." |
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| − | I guess since I was brimming with confidence, Asahina-san's sighs that occasionally leaked |
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| − | through the phone became silent. |
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| − | "Wait, wait a minute." |
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| − | Of course I'll wait. I've always wondered how you communicate with the future, but all I'm |
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| − | hearing is Asahina-san's quiet breathing. This background music didn't last ten seconds, and was |
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| − | quickly replaced by a confused voice. |
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| − | "I don't believe it......" |
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| − | "It's been authorized. Bu-Why......? It was so easy......" |
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| − | That's because the future is now resting on my shoulders — but I didn't say that. How should I |
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| − | say this, I don't want to talk for much longer on the phone. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Let's meet in front of Nagato's apartment. Can you make it in 30 minutes?" |
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| − | "Uhh, wait. Give me an hour. I want to double-check. Oh, and, we should just meet in front of |
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| − | Nagato-san's apartment, there's no need to go in." |
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| − | |||
| − | I happily agreed and hung up the phone. After thinking of Asahina-san's cute and shocked face |
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| − | for a while, I set my face and reined in my feelings. In the time before departure, nothing that |
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| − | would make me laugh appeared. That guy should understand me best. |
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| − | And another person, who will know what I'm up to even if I don't tell her. But I should make |
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| − | sure. I picked up the phone again. |
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| − | |||
| − | An hour later...... |
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| − | |||
| − | I came too early. I was so happy, I rode my bike as fast as I could. I stood in front of the |
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| − | luxurious apartment, almost freezing to death. 15 minutes later, a cheerful person ran up to me. It |
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| − | looked like she didn't have time to change, and didn't think of changing either. She was still |
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| − | wearing the clothes she was wearing when we came back from our trip. Actually, I was too. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Kyon-kun." |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san looked at me full of wonder. |
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| − | |||
| − | |I bet that authorization will be easy to get. The vision floating in my mind's eye is of Mikuru |
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| − | (Big) winking at me, even blowing me a kiss. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Asahina-san, contact your boss or somebody like that right now. Explain it to them, and say that |
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| − | I want to take you and Nagato back to the dawn of December the eighteenth." |
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| − | |||
| − | I guess since I was brimming with confidence, Asahina-san's sighs that occasionally leaked |
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| − | through the phone became silent. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Wait, wait a minute." |
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| − | |||
| − | Of course I'll wait. I've always wondered how you communicate with the future, but all I'm |
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| − | hearing is Asahina-san's quiet breathing. This background music didn't last ten seconds, and was |
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| − | quickly replaced by a confused voice. |
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| − | |||
| − | "I don't believe it......" |
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| − | |||
| − | "It's been authorized. Bu-Why......? It was so easy......" |
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| − | |||
| − | That's because the future is now resting on my shoulders — but I didn't say that. How should I |
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| − | say this, I don't want to talk for much longer on the phone. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Let's meet in front of Nagato's apartment. Can you make it in 30 minutes?" |
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| − | "Uhh, wait. Give me an hour. I want to double-check. Oh, and, we should just meet in front of |
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| − | Nagato-san's apartment, there's no need to go in." |
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| − | |||
| − | I happily agreed and hung up the phone. After thinking of Asahina-san's cute and shocked face |
||
| − | for a while, I set my face and reined in my feelings. In the time before departure, nothing that |
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| − | would make me laugh appeared. That guy should understand me best. |
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| − | And another person, who will know what I'm up to even if I don't tell her. But I should make |
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| − | sure. I picked up the phone again. |
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| − | |||
| − | An hour later...... |
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| − | |||
| − | I came too early. I was so happy, I rode my bike as fast as I could. I stood in front of the |
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| − | luxurious apartment, almost freezing to death. 15 minutes later, a cheerful person ran up to me. It |
||
| − | looked like she didn't have time to change, and didn't think of changing either. She was still |
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| − | wearing the clothes she was wearing when we came back from our trip. Actually, I was too. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Kyon-kun." |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san looked at me full of wonder. |
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| − | |||
| − | ===6 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |"I still don't get it. Why did your request go through so quickly? Furthermore, my boss even |
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| − | commanded me to take Nagato-san too, it has to be the three of us...... and when I asked him |
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| − | what the outcome would be, he only said that it was top-secret. And...... he even said I had to |
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| − | follow your orders. Why?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "I'll tell you in Nagato's room." |
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| − | |||
| − | As I said this, I entered Nagato's room number into the machine by the door and rang the |
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| − | doorbell. There was a response immediately. |
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| − | |||
| − | "......" |
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| − | |||
| − | "It's me." |
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| − | |||
| − | "Enter." |
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| − | |||
| − | The door opened, I walked in. Ah, I can't forget Asahina-san, she's still baffled. After I waved to |
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| − | her, she seemed to wake up and hurried to catch up with me. Every single time we come here, |
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| − | she's scared. It's almost like it's her habit now. In the elevator, Asahina-san was turning over and |
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| − | thinking about many questions. She looked quite nervous, but also puzzled. |
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| − | |||
| − | That expression didn't change, even after Nagato opened the door and ushered us in. |
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| − | Nagato looked like she not only had time, but was very composed about everything too. She was |
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| − | in her apartment, but had already changed into that familiar sailor uniform. Reflecting, I feel that |
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| − | this appearance was especially comforting. I think this, not because I secretly have a sailor fetish, |
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| − | but because this person could fully understand the feeling of serenity in my heart. |
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| − | |||
| − | That time, when I saw a short-haired person wearing a sailor uniform holding a knife, as I was |
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| − | losing consciousness. |
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| − | |||
| − | If Nagato were to wear something else, I would probably feel very uncomfortable. I know I |
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| − | would still recognize her, but this sailor uniform has nearly become her trademark. |
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| − | |||
| − | "......" |
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| − | |||
| − | Without speaking, Nagato pointed to the room, suggesting that we should sit down. Then she |
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| − | walked to the kitchen to make some tea. |
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| − | |||
| − | So, I used this time to outline the basic details for Asahina-san. |
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| − | "I don't believe it......" |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san's eyes were wide as plates as she muttered. |
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| − | |||
| − | "What history was changed, how can it be, I didn't feel a thing......" |
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| − | |"I still don't get it. Why did your request go through so quickly? Furthermore, my boss even |
||
| − | commanded me to take Nagato-san too, it has to be the three of us...... and when I asked him |
||
| − | what the outcome would be, he only said that it was top-secret. And...... he even said I had to |
||
| − | follow your orders. Why?" |
||
| − | |||
| − | "I'll tell you in Nagato's room." |
||
| − | |||
| − | As I said this, I entered Nagato's room number into the machine by the door and rang the |
||
| − | doorbell. There was a response immediately. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "......" |
||
| − | |||
| − | "It's me." |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Enter." |
||
| − | |||
| − | The door opened, I walked in. Ah, I can't forget Asahina-san, she's still baffled. After I waved to |
||
| − | her, she seemed to wake up and hurried to catch up with me. Every single time we come here, |
||
| − | she's scared. It's almost like it's her habit now. In the elevator, Asahina-san was turning over and |
||
| − | thinking about many questions. She looked quite nervous, but also puzzled. |
||
| − | |||
| − | That expression didn't change, even after Nagato opened the door and ushered us in. |
||
| − | Nagato looked like she not only had time, but was very composed about everything too. She was |
||
| − | in her apartment, but had already changed into that familiar sailor uniform. Reflecting, I feel that |
||
| − | this appearance was especially comforting. I think this, not because I secretly have a sailor fetish, |
||
| − | but because this person could fully understand the feeling of serenity in my heart. |
||
| − | |||
| − | That time, when I saw a short-haired person wearing a sailor uniform holding a knife, as I was |
||
| − | losing consciousness. |
||
| − | |||
| − | If Nagato were to wear something else, I would probably feel very uncomfortable. I know I |
||
| − | would still recognize her, but this sailor uniform has nearly become her trademark. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "......" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Without speaking, Nagato pointed to the room, suggesting that we should sit down. Then she |
||
| − | walked to the kitchen to make some tea. |
||
| − | |||
| − | So, I used this time to outline the basic details for Asahina-san. |
||
| − | "I don't believe it......" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san's eyes were wide as plates as she muttered. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "What history was changed, how can it be, I didn't feel a thing......" |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |colspan=2| |
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| − | |||
| − | ===7 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |That's not a surprise. No matter how I look at it, the only one with a clear memory of those three |
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| − | days is me. That me could not have done anything if it weren't for Nagato's hints and amazing |
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| − | ability to act. |
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| − | |||
| − | "A worldwide time-space change and direct interference with the future...... these things |
||
| − | coincidentally happened at the same time." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san's voice trembled, her gaze drifting away. The table now had three cups of tea. It was |
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| − | tea Nagato had steeped for us, and she cut in on my explanations to Asahina-san once in a while. |
||
| − | "Really." |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san was very startled by these comments, and her tea was untouched, it's probably cold |
||
| − | already. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "......" |
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| − | |||
| − | Nagato expressionlessly stared at Asahina-san, then shifted her unreadable gaze onto me, and |
||
| − | then turned back to Asahina-san. |
||
| − | |||
| − | I think I know what Nagato wants to say. I had told Asahina-san that it was because Nagato had |
||
| − | set things in motion, so the world changed on December the eighteenth. It was lucky that the |
||
| − | Emergency Escape Program had worked, and I had returned to the Tanabata four years ago. But |
||
| − | this resulted in Asakura Ryoko attempting to assassinate me, fortunately a failed attempt. Before |
||
| − | fainting, I saw myself, Nagato and Asahina-san, seemingly from the future, restore the world to |
||
| − | its original state. Only saying this, she might not understand what the hell is going on, so Nagato |
||
| − | wants to add some footnotes. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Considering this wasn't all the information. The Tanabata four years ago also had an Asahina-san |
||
| − | (Big) waiting for us. I still hadn't told her this, since I don't know if telling her would be good or |
||
| − | bad. The Asahina-san now doesn't know anything. In other words, Asahina-san (Big) is hiding |
||
| − | something from her. |
||
| − | |||
| − | This Asahina-san seems to be communicating with the future on a regular basis, so if it were |
||
| − | important, someone, even if it wasn't Asahina-san (Big), maybe her boss or someone even higher |
||
| − | up, someone would probably tell her. Hey, I don't know how time travelers communicate. |
||
| − | But I can mostly tell what happened. "When I asked him what the outcome is, he only said that it |
||
| − | was a secret." were her words exactly. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san probably doesn't know anything, because no one is telling her. |
||
| − | |||
| − | I don't know the reasons for this, but if I think about it, it seems about right. As a time traveler, |
||
| − | she's kind of unprepared — that’s what I've thought before. Almost falling into an endless |
||
| − | August, the mysterious mansion...... and if Asahina-san had given advice from the future before |
||
| − | this kind of event, it would have been avoidable, but she didn't. Why? |
||
| − | |That's not a surprise. No matter how I look at it, the only one with a clear memory of those three |
||
| − | days is me. That me could not have done anything if it weren't for Nagato's hints and amazing |
||
| − | ability to act. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "A worldwide time-space change and direct interference with the future...... these things |
||
| − | coincidentally happened at the same time." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san's voice trembled, her gaze drifting away. The table now had three cups of tea. It was |
||
| − | tea Nagato had steeped for us, and she cut in on my explanations to Asahina-san once in a while. |
||
| − | "Really." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san was very startled by these comments, and her tea was untouched, it's probably cold |
||
| − | already. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "......" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato expressionlessly stared at Asahina-san, then shifted her unreadable gaze onto me, and |
||
| − | then turned back to Asahina-san. |
||
| − | |||
| − | I think I know what Nagato wants to say. I had told Asahina-san that it was because Nagato had |
||
| − | set things in motion, so the world changed on December the eighteenth. It was lucky that the |
||
| − | Emergency Escape Program had worked, and I had returned to the Tanabata four years ago. But |
||
| − | this resulted in Asakura Ryoko attempting to assassinate me, fortunately a failed attempt. Before |
||
| − | fainting, I saw myself, Nagato and Asahina-san, seemingly from the future, restore the world to |
||
| − | its original state. Only saying this, she might not understand what the hell is going on, so Nagato |
||
| − | wants to add some footnotes. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Considering this wasn't all the information. The Tanabata four years ago also had an Asahina-san |
||
| − | (Big) waiting for us. I still hadn't told her this, since I don't know if telling her would be good or |
||
| − | bad. The Asahina-san now doesn't know anything. In other words, Asahina-san (Big) is hiding |
||
| − | something from her. |
||
| − | |||
| − | This Asahina-san seems to be communicating with the future on a regular basis, so if it were |
||
| − | important, someone, even if it wasn't Asahina-san (Big), maybe her boss or someone even higher |
||
| − | up, someone would probably tell her. Hey, I don't know how time travelers communicate. |
||
| − | But I can mostly tell what happened. "When I asked him what the outcome is, he only said that it |
||
| − | was a secret." were her words exactly. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san probably doesn't know anything, because no one is telling her. |
||
| − | |||
| − | I don't know the reasons for this, but if I think about it, it seems about right. As a time traveler, |
||
| − | she's kind of unprepared — that’s what I've thought before. Almost falling into an endless |
||
| − | August, the mysterious mansion...... and if Asahina-san had given advice from the future before |
||
| − | this kind of event, it would have been avoidable, but she didn't. Why? |
||
| − | |- |
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| − | |colspan=2| |
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| − | |||
| − | ===8 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |Nod. I see. |
||
| − | |||
| − | If Asahina-san (Big) doesn't know anything, it would be too weird, because she, in the past — |
||
| − | Asahina-san now — has already done these things. So, if these events and adventures were |
||
| − | avoided, her future history would change. So it is required that, no matter what, we have to go |
||
| − | through these things. |
||
| − | |||
| − | This is all my theory, and the result is that we will all end up helpless to change anything, like |
||
| − | Nagato. |
||
| − | |||
| − | But since it's like this, isn't Asahina-san quite pitiable? Every time something happens, she'll |
||
| − | always be scared to death. The number of times she's been shocked may even surpass the number |
||
| − | of times I, a person from this time, have been startled. Moreover, Asahina-san's reasons for |
||
| − | coming to the present are very suspicious. If it was only Haruhi that needed to be under |
||
| − | surveillance, an anti-theft video camera could do the job. |
||
| − | |||
| − | There has to be a real reason. Asahina-san herself does not know. But, the her a little while into |
||
| − | the future does seem to know...... |
||
| − | |||
| − | Lost in thought, I heard a cold, crisp voice. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "I want you to do something for me." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Since it's Nagato, I would do almost anything that she asks. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Please don't say anything to the me in the time we are visiting." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Any talk at all? Do "Um" and "Ah" count too? |
||
| − | |||
| − | "If it's possible." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato's normally expressionless eyes showed her thoughts, for once. Her black pupils showed |
||
| − | that this was really a passionate wish. For me to reject this request, it would be akin to trying to |
||
| − | catch the moon in the lake. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Got it. Since you said it like this, I'll find a way." |
||
| − | |||
| − | The head that always has short hair nodded, slightly. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato, whose instructions were used to iron out the details of time and space, and Asahina-san, |
||
| − | who was the faithful executor, made up this team of Aliens and Time Travelers. No matter how |
||
| − | big Koizumi's Agency is, they have no chance of winning. Except I'm not sure if they even plan |
||
| − | on fighting. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato, Asahina-san and I went to the entrance to put on our shoes. In that cramped space, we |
||
| − | crowded and squeezed together. Last month, when I went with Asahina-san (Big), I had |
||
| − | forgotten my shoes. |
||
| − | |Nod. I see. |
||
| − | |||
| − | If Asahina-san (Big) doesn't know anything, it would be too weird, because she, in the past — |
||
| − | Asahina-san now — has already done these things. So, if these events and adventures were |
||
| − | avoided, her future history would change. So it is required that, no matter what, we have to go |
||
| − | through these things. |
||
| − | |||
| − | This is all my theory, and the result is that we will all end up helpless to change anything, like |
||
| − | Nagato. |
||
| − | |||
| − | But since it's like this, isn't Asahina-san quite pitiable? Every time something happens, she'll |
||
| − | always be scared to death. The number of times she's been shocked may even surpass the number |
||
| − | of times I, a person from this time, have been startled. Moreover, Asahina-san's reasons for |
||
| − | coming to the present are very suspicious. If it was only Haruhi that needed to be under |
||
| − | surveillance, an anti-theft video camera could do the job. |
||
| − | |||
| − | There has to be a real reason. Asahina-san herself does not know. But, the her a little while into |
||
| − | the future does seem to know...... |
||
| − | |||
| − | Lost in thought, I heard a cold, crisp voice. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "I want you to do something for me." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Since it's Nagato, I would do almost anything that she asks. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Please don't say anything to the me in the time we are visiting." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Any talk at all? Do "Um" and "Ah" count too? |
||
| − | |||
| − | "If it's possible." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato's normally expressionless eyes showed her thoughts, for once. Her black pupils showed |
||
| − | that this was really a passionate wish. For me to reject this request, it would be akin to trying to |
||
| − | catch the moon in the lake. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Got it. Since you said it like this, I'll find a way." |
||
| − | |||
| − | The head that always has short hair nodded, slightly. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato, whose instructions were used to iron out the details of time and space, and Asahina-san, |
||
| − | who was the faithful executor, made up this team of Aliens and Time Travelers. No matter how |
||
| − | big Koizumi's Agency is, they have no chance of winning. Except I'm not sure if they even plan |
||
| − | on fighting. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato, Asahina-san and I went to the entrance to put on our shoes. In that cramped space, we |
||
| − | crowded and squeezed together. Last month, when I went with Asahina-san (Big), I had |
||
| − | forgotten my shoes. |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |colspan=2| |
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| − | |||
| − | ===9 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |That lesson reappeared clearly before me now. Her high heels were in the |
||
| − | exact same place they were four years ago, obviously the work of Nagato. It's not like I can |
||
| − | return them to this Asahina-san, so I guess I'll just ignore them. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Um, December the eighteenth... what time?" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato's answer was exact to the second; Asahina-san nodded her head. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "We're going now. Kyon-kun, close your eyes. " |
||
| − | |||
| − | And — — |
||
| − | |||
| − | Time moved. That very familiar dizzy feeling that makes me want to puke. Even though my eyes |
||
| − | are closed, it feels like something is flashing. It's comparable to staring at the sky and ascending, |
||
| − | along with that unpleasant feeling of rising fast and losing track of what's up and what's down. |
||
| − | Just like riding on an out-of-control roller coaster and being thrown around ten times, losing |
||
| − | focus and feeling very weird, I was almost at my limit... |
||
| − | |||
| − | My soles finally landed on the ground again. The gravity pulling me down feels so comfortable. |
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| − | |||
| − | "We're here." |
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| − | |||
| − | Nagato said softly. |
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| − | |||
| − | I opened my eyes gingerly, and was startled. |
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| − | |||
| − | I found myself standing in front of the school gates. |
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| − | |||
| − | I quickly tried to remember what happened before. On Tanabata four years ago, I came through |
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| − | time on the direction of the Nagato still in "Standby Mode". Coming back to the eighteenth with |
||
| − | Asahina-san, I had gazed at the black world Nagato had created and walked under a street |
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| − | light...... |
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| − | |||
| − | ......and we had landed in the middle of all that. |
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| − | |||
| − | That "Me", changing himself as the world changed, was saying something to a Nagato with |
||
| − | glasses on. I can even see the shadow of Asahina-san wearing my jacket. This isn't too good, |
||
| − | because no matter how you look at it, this is just way too close. |
||
| − | "Don't worry." |
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| − | |||
| − | Our Nagato said in monotone. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "They can't see us. A soundproof barrier has been set up." |
||
| − | |That lesson reappeared clearly before me now. Her high heels were in the |
||
| − | exact same place they were four years ago, obviously the work of Nagato. It's not like I can |
||
| − | return them to this Asahina-san, so I guess I'll just ignore them. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Um, December the eighteenth... what time?" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato's answer was exact to the second; Asahina-san nodded her head. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "We're going now. Kyon-kun, close your eyes. " |
||
| − | |||
| − | And — — |
||
| − | |||
| − | Time moved. That very familiar dizzy feeling that makes me want to puke. Even though my eyes |
||
| − | are closed, it feels like something is flashing. It's comparable to staring at the sky and ascending, |
||
| − | along with that unpleasant feeling of rising fast and losing track of what's up and what's down. |
||
| − | Just like riding on an out-of-control roller coaster and being thrown around ten times, losing |
||
| − | focus and feeling very weird, I was almost at my limit... |
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| − | |||
| − | My soles finally landed on the ground again. The gravity pulling me down feels so comfortable. |
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| − | |||
| − | "We're here." |
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| − | Nagato said softly. |
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| − | I opened my eyes gingerly, and was startled. |
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| − | I found myself standing in front of the school gates. |
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| − | I quickly tried to remember what happened before. On Tanabata four years ago, I came through |
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| − | time on the direction of the Nagato still in "Standby Mode". Coming back to the eighteenth with |
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| − | Asahina-san, I had gazed at the black world Nagato had created and walked under a street |
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| − | light...... |
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| − | |||
| − | ......and we had landed in the middle of all that. |
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| − | |||
| − | That "Me", changing himself as the world changed, was saying something to a Nagato with |
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| − | glasses on. I can even see the shadow of Asahina-san wearing my jacket. This isn't too good, |
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| − | because no matter how you look at it, this is just way too close. |
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| − | "Don't worry." |
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| − | Our Nagato said in monotone. |
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| − | |||
| − | "They can't see us. A soundproof barrier has been set up." |
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| − | |That means, to "Me", Asahina-san and Nagato (with glasses), we're just soundless, transparent |
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| − | people. This doesn't need clarification from Nagato, because she's here with us. Pity. |
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| − | Asahina-san was blinking non-stop. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Um...... who's that girl? It's an adult, why is she here?" |
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| − | |||
| − | From here, they're only silhouettes. As expected, Asahina-san doesn't get it. If she could imagine |
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| − | that her future self would appear here, it would be too unnerving. As I was contemplating |
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| − | whether or not to tell her, something happened that made that thought disappear like dust in the |
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| − | wind. Even though I knew it was coming, it still gave me goose bumps watching it as a spectator. |
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| − | Suddenly, someone appeared from the shadows. It passed softly by us and by the time I realized |
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| − | that it was Asakura Ryoko, she was already running, no, charging at "us". Her knife was at her |
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| − | waist as she charged us in a hostile fashion. |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san (Big) yelled something, but it was too late, "I" had been stabbed, just like I |
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| − | remember. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Ohh." |
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| − | |||
| − | That looked painful. I didn't notice it before, but when Asakura is waving that knife around, she's |
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| − | very detestable. Full of bloodlust, she stuck the knife into "my" body without hesitation. Luckily, |
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| − | Asakura Ryoko can only be convicted of attempted murder. |
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| − | |||
| − | "I" fell. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Eh...... Oh! Kyon-kun!" |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san started yelling too, and she started to run to "Me". "Ah......!" as she immediately ran |
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| − | into the invisible wall, and she stopped, looking on miserably. I think she's forgotten I'm right |
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| − | beside her in the heat of the moment. Her eyes only saw "Me", and I still don't know if I should |
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| − | be pleased or jealous. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Nagato-san!" |
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| − | |||
| − | Looking at Asahina-san, Nagato bobbed her head. |
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| − | |||
| − | "The barrier's dissolved...... It ends now." |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san ran over, Nagato also started working. Faster than the night wind, she grabbed |
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| − | Asakura's knife right away. Asakura's yell rang out, a mixture of hate and fright. I also ran |
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| − | towards the old me. Oh, great, now "I" look horrible. |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san was crying while she held "Me" in her arms. Since she's worried about me, I'm |
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| − | really happy. But hanging there, I wouldn't mind if I died. |
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| − | |||
| − | |That means, to "Me", Asahina-san and Nagato (with glasses), we're just soundless, transparent |
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| − | people. This doesn't need clarification from Nagato, because she's here with us. Pity. |
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| − | Asahina-san was blinking non-stop. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Um...... who's that girl? It's an adult, why is she here?" |
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| − | |||
| − | From here, they're only silhouettes. As expected, Asahina-san doesn't get it. If she could imagine |
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| − | that her future self would appear here, it would be too unnerving. As I was contemplating |
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| − | whether or not to tell her, something happened that made that thought disappear like dust in the |
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| − | wind. Even though I knew it was coming, it still gave me goose bumps watching it as a spectator. |
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| − | Suddenly, someone appeared from the shadows. It passed softly by us and by the time I realized |
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| − | that it was Asakura Ryoko, she was already running, no, charging at "us". Her knife was at her |
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| − | waist as she charged us in a hostile fashion. |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san (Big) yelled something, but it was too late, "I" had been stabbed, just like I |
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| − | remember. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Ohh." |
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| − | |||
| − | That looked painful. I didn't notice it before, but when Asakura is waving that knife around, she's |
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| − | very detestable. Full of bloodlust, she stuck the knife into "my" body without hesitation. Luckily, |
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| − | Asakura Ryoko can only be convicted of attempted murder. |
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| − | |||
| − | "I" fell. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Eh...... Oh! Kyon-kun!" |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san started yelling too, and she started to run to "Me". "Ah......!" as she immediately ran |
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| − | into the invisible wall, and she stopped, looking on miserably. I think she's forgotten I'm right |
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| − | beside her in the heat of the moment. Her eyes only saw "Me", and I still don't know if I should |
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| − | be pleased or jealous. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Nagato-san!" |
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| − | |||
| − | Looking at Asahina-san, Nagato bobbed her head. |
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| − | |||
| − | "The barrier's dissolved...... It ends now." |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san ran over, Nagato also started working. Faster than the night wind, she grabbed |
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| − | Asakura's knife right away. Asakura's yell rang out, a mixture of hate and fright. I also ran |
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| − | towards the old me. Oh, great, now "I" look horrible. |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san was crying while she held "Me" in her arms. Since she's worried about me, I'm |
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| − | really happy. But hanging there, I wouldn't mind if I died. |
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| − | |She tearfully cried for "Me" as if her life depended on it, completely ignoring everyone else. I |
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| − | really want to thank her. |
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| − | |||
| − | Painfully, Asahina-san (Big) moved her gaze from the ground up and stared at me. |
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| − | |||
| − | "You're here." |
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| − | |||
| − | But I'm a bit late, not as in time late, but mood-wise. |
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| − | |||
| − | "......Hey......" |
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| − | |||
| − | This sound was Nagato from my memory. The someone running around that was hurting my |
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| − | heart. The Nagato with glasses had fallen down, and was sitting there with a look of alarm on her |
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| − | face. Those dark eyes’ gaze moved from the fallen "Me" to Asakura, then to the person wearing |
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| − | the same sailor uniform as her, then onto me. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Wh...... y......" |
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| − | |||
| − | I have an agreement with my Nagato. So, I cannot talk to this other Nagato, the one that just |
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| − | finished changing the world. There is only one thing I have to say or do. |
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| − | Picking up the gun that Nagato had made three years ago, I looked at "Me". To say what I heard |
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| − | before, I opened my mouth and said what I remembered. This should work, because as long as it |
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| − | mostly fits, a little bit of difference is allowed. That "Me" completely closed his almost-closed |
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| − | eyes, falling to one side. This fainting scene was very exciting, it looked like "I" died. But if no |
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| − | one stops the blood, "I" would really die. |
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| − | |||
| − | Then, from now on, it's all up to us. Even I don't know what will happen after. |
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| − | The first thing I see is my Nagato stopping Asakura. |
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| − | |||
| − | "......" |
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| − | |||
| − | The knife Nagato was holding onto glowed as it turned to dust. Asakura wanted to run away but |
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| − | couldn't move, as if her feet were glued to the ground. Nagato was speaking very fast. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Wh, Why? You......" |
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| − | |||
| − | Asakura's body was also shining now. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Isn't this what you wanted...... Today too...... Why......" |
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| − | |||
| − | The unmoving Asakura asked one last question, and then disintegrated like a knife just cut her |
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| − | into pieces. At the same time, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Ah?......" |
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| − | |She tearfully cried for "Me" as if her life depended on it, completely ignoring everyone else. I |
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| − | really want to thank her. |
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| − | |||
| − | Painfully, Asahina-san (Big) moved her gaze from the ground up and stared at me. |
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| − | |||
| − | "You're here." |
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| − | |||
| − | But I'm a bit late, not as in time late, but mood-wise. |
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| − | |||
| − | "......Hey......" |
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| − | |||
| − | This sound was Nagato from my memory. The someone running around that was hurting my |
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| − | heart. The Nagato with glasses had fallen down, and was sitting there with a look of alarm on her |
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| − | face. Those dark eyes’ gaze moved from the fallen "Me" to Asakura, then to the person wearing |
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| − | the same sailor uniform as her, then onto me. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Wh...... y......" |
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| − | |||
| − | I have an agreement with my Nagato. So, I cannot talk to this other Nagato, the one that just |
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| − | finished changing the world. There is only one thing I have to say or do. |
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| − | Picking up the gun that Nagato had made three years ago, I looked at "Me". To say what I heard |
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| − | before, I opened my mouth and said what I remembered. This should work, because as long as it |
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| − | mostly fits, a little bit of difference is allowed. That "Me" completely closed his almost-closed |
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| − | eyes, falling to one side. This fainting scene was very exciting, it looked like "I" died. But if no |
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| − | one stops the blood, "I" would really die. |
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| − | |||
| − | Then, from now on, it's all up to us. Even I don't know what will happen after. |
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| − | The first thing I see is my Nagato stopping Asakura. |
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| − | |||
| − | "......" |
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| − | |||
| − | The knife Nagato was holding onto glowed as it turned to dust. Asakura wanted to run away but |
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| − | couldn't move, as if her feet were glued to the ground. Nagato was speaking very fast. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Wh, Why? You......" |
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| − | |||
| − | Asakura's body was also shining now. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Isn't this what you wanted...... Today too...... Why......" |
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| − | |||
| − | The unmoving Asakura asked one last question, and then disintegrated like a knife just cut her |
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| − | into pieces. At the same time, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Ah?......" |
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| − | |Asahina-san (Small) toppled over, looking like she was bending over my body. The softly closed |
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| − | eyes and the slightly open mouth said she was asleep. |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san's (Big) hand gently caresses the dead-tired senpai's neck. |
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| − | |||
| − | "I put her to sleep." |
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| − | |||
| − | The adult Asahina-san stroked her young self's hair sadly. |
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| − | |||
| − | "I can't let her know I'm here. I had to do this." |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san sleeps very cutely, using "my" hand as a pillow. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Don't tell her about me." |
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| − | |||
| − | This sleeping face is the same as the one from Tanabata three years ago, as the one on the bench |
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| − | in the park, the reason is exactly the same too, Asahina-san (Big) doesn't want the her from the |
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| − | past see what she looks like. The back is fine, but if she walks closer, Asahina-san is not allowed |
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| − | to see Asahina-san (Big). |
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| − | |||
| − | I gazed at the unconscious Asahina-san and at "Me". |
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| − | |||
| − | "......" |
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| − | |||
| − | My Nagato knelt and leaned over, putting her hand to the abdomen of the "Me" that got stabbed. |
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| − | It's a good thing she did. Anyway, the blood stopped, and "my" pale face finally looked like a |
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| − | normal human's. So, the person who healed me was her. |
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| − | |||
| − | Nagato casually stood up and, without wiping the blood off her finger, reached her hand out and |
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| − | said, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Lend it to me." |
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| − | |||
| − | I didn't say anything, and just gave her the gun. I haven't held it in a long time, and was glad to |
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| − | give it up. If anything happens, this can be used as a threat I suppose. But no matter what, I won't |
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| − | shoot any Nagato with it. |
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| − | |||
| − | The gun-wielding Nagato points the gun at the Nagato with glasses sitting on the ground, who |
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| − | had been timid all along. She nonchalantly cocks and fires it. |
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| − | |||
| − | Nagato (with glasses) started shining as she slowly stood up. That stick-like posture was the |
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| − | posture of the Nagato I was familiar with. Completely different from when she gave me an |
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| − | application form, or when she awkwardly pulled on my sleeve while crying, different from that |
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| − | shy, slightly smiling person. |
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| − | |Asahina-san (Small) toppled over, looking like she was bending over my body. The softly closed |
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| − | eyes and the slightly open mouth said she was asleep. |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san's (Big) hand gently caresses the dead-tired senpai's neck. |
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| − | |||
| − | "I put her to sleep." |
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| − | |||
| − | The adult Asahina-san stroked her young self's hair sadly. |
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| − | |||
| − | "I can't let her know I'm here. I had to do this." |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san sleeps very cutely, using "my" hand as a pillow. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Don't tell her about me." |
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| − | |||
| − | This sleeping face is the same as the one from Tanabata three years ago, as the one on the bench |
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| − | in the park, the reason is exactly the same too, Asahina-san (Big) doesn't want the her from the |
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| − | past see what she looks like. The back is fine, but if she walks closer, Asahina-san is not allowed |
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| − | to see Asahina-san (Big). |
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| − | |||
| − | I gazed at the unconscious Asahina-san and at "Me". |
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| − | |||
| − | "......" |
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| − | |||
| − | My Nagato knelt and leaned over, putting her hand to the abdomen of the "Me" that got stabbed. |
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| − | It's a good thing she did. Anyway, the blood stopped, and "my" pale face finally looked like a |
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| − | normal human's. So, the person who healed me was her. |
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| − | |||
| − | Nagato casually stood up and, without wiping the blood off her finger, reached her hand out and |
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| − | said, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Lend it to me." |
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| − | |||
| − | I didn't say anything, and just gave her the gun. I haven't held it in a long time, and was glad to |
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| − | give it up. If anything happens, this can be used as a threat I suppose. But no matter what, I won't |
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| − | shoot any Nagato with it. |
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| − | |||
| − | The gun-wielding Nagato points the gun at the Nagato with glasses sitting on the ground, who |
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| − | had been timid all along. She nonchalantly cocks and fires it. |
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| − | |||
| − | Nagato (with glasses) started shining as she slowly stood up. That stick-like posture was the |
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| − | posture of the Nagato I was familiar with. Completely different from when she gave me an |
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| − | application form, or when she awkwardly pulled on my sleeve while crying, different from that |
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| − | shy, slightly smiling person. |
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| − | |Like she was proving it to me, that Nagato took off her glasses and, after staring at me, locked |
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| − | her cold gaze onto the other her and said, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Request synchronization." |
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| − | |||
| − | The two Nagatos stared at each other. Counting this time, I have already seen "Me" several times |
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| − | before. Both Asahina-sans have also been around each other many times. But, this is the first |
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| − | time there has been more than one Nagato at a time. It makes me feel odd. Quite a magnificent |
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| − | sight. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Request synchronization." |
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| − | |||
| − | The Nagato that was shot repeated, the Nagato that shot immediately replied. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Denied." |
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| − | |||
| − | Even I found this odd, let alone the Nagato holding glasses in her hand. Her eyebrows may have |
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| − | moved. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Why?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "Because I don't want to." |
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| − | |||
| − | I'm astonished. Completely flabbergasted. Has anything this clear ever come out of Nagato's |
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| − | mouth before? This isn't an excuse. This explicit denial proves she has emotions, no doubt about |
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| − | it. |
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| − | |||
| − | "......" |
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| − | |||
| − | The other Nagato, seemingly lost in thought, quieted. |
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| − | |||
| − | "......" |
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| − | |||
| − | She's as silent as before, as the night wind blows her hair around. |
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| − | I gently said to the Nagato from the past, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Go change the world back to its former state." |
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| − | |||
| − | "Understood." |
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| − | |||
| − | That Nagato nodded, and said, in a slightly hesitating voice that only I could understand, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Unable to sense the existence of the Integrated Data Sentient Entity." |
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| − | |||
| − | "It's not here." |
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| − | |Like she was proving it to me, that Nagato took off her glasses and, after staring at me, locked |
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| − | her cold gaze onto the other her and said, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Request synchronization." |
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| − | |||
| − | The two Nagatos stared at each other. Counting this time, I have already seen "Me" several times |
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| − | before. Both Asahina-sans have also been around each other many times. But, this is the first |
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| − | time there has been more than one Nagato at a time. It makes me feel odd. Quite a magnificent |
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| − | sight. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Request synchronization." |
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| − | |||
| − | The Nagato that was shot repeated, the Nagato that shot immediately replied. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Denied." |
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| − | |||
| − | Even I found this odd, let alone the Nagato holding glasses in her hand. Her eyebrows may have |
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| − | moved. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Why?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "Because I don't want to." |
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| − | |||
| − | I'm astonished. Completely flabbergasted. Has anything this clear ever come out of Nagato's |
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| − | mouth before? This isn't an excuse. This explicit denial proves she has emotions, no doubt about |
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| − | it. |
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| − | |||
| − | "......" |
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| − | |||
| − | The other Nagato, seemingly lost in thought, quieted. |
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| − | |||
| − | "......" |
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| − | |||
| − | She's as silent as before, as the night wind blows her hair around. |
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| − | I gently said to the Nagato from the past, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Go change the world back to its former state." |
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| − | |||
| − | "Understood." |
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| − | |||
| − | That Nagato nodded, and said, in a slightly hesitating voice that only I could understand, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Unable to sense the existence of the Integrated Data Sentient Entity." |
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| − | |||
| − | "It's not here." |
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| − | |My Nagato faintly said, |
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| − | |||
| − | "I am still connected to the time and space I am from, let me do the second adjustment. " |
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| − | |||
| − | "Understood." Said the Nagato from the past. |
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| − | |||
| − | "After the transformation," |
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| − | |||
| − | My Nagato said, |
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| − | |||
| − | "You can move according to your own wishes." |
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| − | |||
| − | The Nagato that was just reverted looks at me, her head tilted. Unperceivable data appears in that |
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| − | expression and gaze, but I can read it, no one is more clear than I as to what Nagato wants to say. |
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| − | This Nagato is that Nagato. The Nagato that appeared at the hospital that night. The one that said |
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| − | her own punishment was being debated and annoying the shit out of me. |
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| − | |||
| − | I also understand why the Nagato from the future has rejected synchronization. Nagato doesn't |
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| − | want that her to tell this her what she has to do. |
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| − | |||
| − | Why? — Why ask why, that's something that's not obvious to see. |
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| − | |||
| − | Thank you. — That time I heard Nagato say this as the answer. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Kyon-kun?" |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san spoke cautiously to the still standing me. |
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| − | |||
| − | "This child...... Can you take care of her?" |
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| − | |||
| − | She started to pick up the heavy-looking, peacefully-sleeping Asahina-san (Small). I |
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| − | immediately went to help, and, following her directions, piggy-backed the slender Asahina-san |
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| − | like before. She's even as soft and warm as in my memory. |
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| − | |||
| − | "A large-scale time-quake will be happening shortly," |
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| − | Asahina-san (Big) said, hugging her arms, her very serious face showing sharp anxiety. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Compared with the one Nagato-san did just now, this one is even more complicated and |
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| − | significant. Opening your eyes, even if you wanted to, would be extremely hard." |
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| − | |||
| − | Since it's you that's saying this, of course I believe you, but what difference does this make? |
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| − | |||
| − | "The first change was only meant to start the process. In this one, we need to make time turn |
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| − | back to its original flow. Think for a second about where you woke up." |
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| − | |My Nagato faintly said, |
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| − | |||
| − | "I am still connected to the time and space I am from, let me do the second adjustment. " |
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| − | |||
| − | "Understood." Said the Nagato from the past. |
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| − | |||
| − | "After the transformation," |
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| − | |||
| − | My Nagato said, |
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| − | |||
| − | "You can move according to your own wishes." |
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| − | |||
| − | The Nagato that was just reverted looks at me, her head tilted. Unperceivable data appears in that |
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| − | expression and gaze, but I can read it, no one is more clear than I as to what Nagato wants to say. |
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| − | This Nagato is that Nagato. The Nagato that appeared at the hospital that night. The one that said |
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| − | her own punishment was being debated and annoying the shit out of me. |
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| − | |||
| − | I also understand why the Nagato from the future has rejected synchronization. Nagato doesn't |
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| − | want that her to tell this her what she has to do. |
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| − | |||
| − | Why? — Why ask why, that's something that's not obvious to see. |
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| − | |||
| − | Thank you. — That time I heard Nagato say this as the answer. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Kyon-kun?" |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san spoke cautiously to the still standing me. |
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| − | |||
| − | "This child...... Can you take care of her?" |
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| − | |||
| − | She started to pick up the heavy-looking, peacefully-sleeping Asahina-san (Small). I |
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| − | immediately went to help, and, following her directions, piggy-backed the slender Asahina-san |
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| − | like before. She's even as soft and warm as in my memory. |
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| − | |||
| − | "A large-scale time-quake will be happening shortly," |
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| − | Asahina-san (Big) said, hugging her arms, her very serious face showing sharp anxiety. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Compared with the one Nagato-san did just now, this one is even more complicated and |
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| − | significant. Opening your eyes, even if you wanted to, would be extremely hard." |
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| − | |||
| − | Since it's you that's saying this, of course I believe you, but what difference does this make? |
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| − | |||
| − | "The first change was only meant to start the process. In this one, we need to make time turn |
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| − | back to its original flow. Think for a second about where you woke up." |
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| − | |The evening of December the eighteenth, I went into the hospital where I later woke up. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Yes. So, we must make this turn into that." |
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| − | |||
| − | Barefoot, with my jacket over her shoulder, Asahina-san (Big) slowly and quietly walked over. |
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| − | One of Asahina-san's (Big) hands went to Asahina-san's (Small) shoulder as she turned her head |
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| − | around and looked at Nagato. The Nagato that came here with me walked over to join us. There |
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| − | was still someone remaining like they originally were; the fallen "Me" was still lying there. |
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| − | Asahina-san (Big) reached out and grabbed Nagato with her free hand. |
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| − | |||
| − | "It's up to you, Nagato-san." |
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| − | |||
| − | Nagato lightly nodded her head, then stared at herself, as if they were never going to meet again. |
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| − | The other Nagato didn't say a word. It might have been my imagination, but she looked very |
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| − | lonely. No worries. I still remember what I said then. That "Me" right there will talk to you soon |
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| − | enough. That punk will say this, for certain, so come visit with a clear conscience. Don't forget to |
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| − | call your boss a 'bastard' for me. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Close your eyes, Kyon-kun," |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san (Big) said softly, |
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| − | |||
| − | "Don't get time-sick." |
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| − | |||
| − | I followed her advice, closing my eyes tightly. |
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| − | |||
| − | The next moment, I feel the world tremble. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Uwah — —" |
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| − | |||
| − | Falling heads over heels and revolving in a no-gravity zone is something I have experienced |
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| − | many times before. Even though I think I'm used to these sensations, this time is vastly different |
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| − | from all the other times. If all the other times were like riding a roller-coaster in an amusement |
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| − | park, this is a noisy, anarchic space shuttle I'm randomly flying about in without a seat belt. But, |
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| − | since my body has no mass, it is actually not being twirled around. This is just dizziness. Despite |
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| − | the fact that I want to see what the outside looks like, as soon as I open my eyes, it's really like |
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| − | being dead drunk, very scary. The only movie I get to see is the random bits of light that came |
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| − | through my eyelids, lighting up the dark. The warmth of Asahina-san (Small) on my back and |
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| − | the feeling of Asahina-san's (Big) hand on my shoulder are both very comforting. |
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| − | |||
| − | — — I feel a waning light stabbing at my closed eyes. |
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| − | |||
| − | Because I can't resist the desire to look, I open my eyes, and see where the red light is, in reality, |
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| − | coming from. Revolving red lights are something only emergency vehicles have. |
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| − | |The evening of December the eighteenth, I went into the hospital where I later woke up. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Yes. So, we must make this turn into that." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Barefoot, with my jacket over her shoulder, Asahina-san (Big) slowly and quietly walked over. |
||
| − | One of Asahina-san's (Big) hands went to Asahina-san's (Small) shoulder as she turned her head |
||
| − | around and looked at Nagato. The Nagato that came here with me walked over to join us. There |
||
| − | was still someone remaining like they originally were; the fallen "Me" was still lying there. |
||
| − | Asahina-san (Big) reached out and grabbed Nagato with her free hand. |
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| − | |||
| − | "It's up to you, Nagato-san." |
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| − | |||
| − | Nagato lightly nodded her head, then stared at herself, as if they were never going to meet again. |
||
| − | The other Nagato didn't say a word. It might have been my imagination, but she looked very |
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| − | lonely. No worries. I still remember what I said then. That "Me" right there will talk to you soon |
||
| − | enough. That punk will say this, for certain, so come visit with a clear conscience. Don't forget to |
||
| − | call your boss a 'bastard' for me. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Close your eyes, Kyon-kun," |
||
| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san (Big) said softly, |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Don't get time-sick." |
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| − | |||
| − | I followed her advice, closing my eyes tightly. |
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| − | |||
| − | The next moment, I feel the world tremble. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Uwah — —" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Falling heads over heels and revolving in a no-gravity zone is something I have experienced |
||
| − | many times before. Even though I think I'm used to these sensations, this time is vastly different |
||
| − | from all the other times. If all the other times were like riding a roller-coaster in an amusement |
||
| − | park, this is a noisy, anarchic space shuttle I'm randomly flying about in without a seat belt. But, |
||
| − | since my body has no mass, it is actually not being twirled around. This is just dizziness. Despite |
||
| − | the fact that I want to see what the outside looks like, as soon as I open my eyes, it's really like |
||
| − | being dead drunk, very scary. The only movie I get to see is the random bits of light that came |
||
| − | through my eyelids, lighting up the dark. The warmth of Asahina-san (Small) on my back and |
||
| − | the feeling of Asahina-san's (Big) hand on my shoulder are both very comforting. |
||
| − | |||
| − | — — I feel a waning light stabbing at my closed eyes. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Because I can't resist the desire to look, I open my eyes, and see where the red light is, in reality, |
||
| − | coming from. Revolving red lights are something only emergency vehicles have. |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |||
| − | ===16 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |What......? |
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| − | |||
| − | An ambulance stood directly in front of North High's gates. Students who like action looked on |
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| − | from a distance while emergency personnel lifted someone onto a stretcher. There were two |
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| − | people following this stretcher at its high speed, two girls in fact, and I will never forget their |
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| − | names my entire life. Haruhi's pale face looked frightened, Asahina-san was crying and very sad, |
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| − | running after the stretcher. Shortly after, an unsmiling Koizumi chased after them. |
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| − | |||
| − | The stretcher was immediately put into the ambulance, and Haruhi, after exchanging a few words |
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| − | with the personnel, got in too. The red lights started flashing again, and the ambulance began to |
||
| − | move. Koizumi, standing beside Asahina-san who was covering her eyes, looked very serious as |
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| − | he talked on his cell phone. Nagato wasn't there, but that was obvious. |
||
| − | |||
| − | My dizziness still hadn't gone away. To tell the truth, I wasn't even sure where my body was at |
||
| − | the moment. |
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| − | |||
| − | Some part of my body felt Asahina-san (Big) let out a huge sigh. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Kyon-kun, now we'll return to the original time." |
||
| − | |||
| − | The movie I was watching gradually disappeared. Has the service been cut? I'll give you |
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| − | something to see. Like during my three-day long memory loss, it's a brigade leader's |
||
| − | responsibility to worry about the members, that's the way it is, Haruhi. |
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| − | |||
| − | The dizziness started again, I really want to take some pills. Next time, I must prepare some |
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| − | beforehand. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Aim at the time you came from. Follow that me. It will take her a while to wake up...... Fufu, |
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| − | Maybe I'll let you kiss me." |
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| − | |||
| − | And with that joke, I felt Asahina-san (Big) gradually fade away. |
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| − | |||
| − | And — — |
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| − | |||
| − | When I open my eyes, I'm standing in Nagato's living room with Asahina-san on my back. |
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| − | Nagato is standing facing me. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Sixty-two seconds have passed since we departed." |
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| − | |||
| − | Lifting her head to look at me, she said, |
||
| − | |||
| − | "We're back." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Back to our own time and world. |
||
| − | |What......? |
||
| − | |||
| − | An ambulance stood directly in front of North High's gates. Students who like action looked on |
||
| − | from a distance while emergency personnel lifted someone onto a stretcher. There were two |
||
| − | people following this stretcher at its high speed, two girls in fact, and I will never forget their |
||
| − | names my entire life. Haruhi's pale face looked frightened, Asahina-san was crying and very sad, |
||
| − | running after the stretcher. Shortly after, an unsmiling Koizumi chased after them. |
||
| − | |||
| − | The stretcher was immediately put into the ambulance, and Haruhi, after exchanging a few words |
||
| − | with the personnel, got in too. The red lights started flashing again, and the ambulance began to |
||
| − | move. Koizumi, standing beside Asahina-san who was covering her eyes, looked very serious as |
||
| − | he talked on his cell phone. Nagato wasn't there, but that was obvious. |
||
| − | |||
| − | My dizziness still hadn't gone away. To tell the truth, I wasn't even sure where my body was at |
||
| − | the moment. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Some part of my body felt Asahina-san (Big) let out a huge sigh. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Kyon-kun, now we'll return to the original time." |
||
| − | |||
| − | The movie I was watching gradually disappeared. Has the service been cut? I'll give you |
||
| − | something to see. Like during my three-day long memory loss, it's a brigade leader's |
||
| − | responsibility to worry about the members, that's the way it is, Haruhi. |
||
| − | |||
| − | The dizziness started again, I really want to take some pills. Next time, I must prepare some |
||
| − | beforehand. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Aim at the time you came from. Follow that me. It will take her a while to wake up...... Fufu, |
||
| − | Maybe I'll let you kiss me." |
||
| − | |||
| − | And with that joke, I felt Asahina-san (Big) gradually fade away. |
||
| − | |||
| − | And — — |
||
| − | |||
| − | When I open my eyes, I'm standing in Nagato's living room with Asahina-san on my back. |
||
| − | Nagato is standing facing me. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Sixty-two seconds have passed since we departed." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Lifting her head to look at me, she said, |
||
| − | |||
| − | "We're back." |
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| − | |||
| − | Back to our own time and world. |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |||
| − | ===17 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |I sighed and put Asahina-san down off my shoulders. She's really the best nominee for a 'Makepeople- |
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| − | want-to-kiss-your-sleeping-face' contest. The “Me” that believes everything Asahina-san |
||
| − | said is very impure. If this wasn't Nagato's room, or she wasn't staring at me like she's |
||
| − | investigating me, it's possible I might throw away feelings of shame. No, I wouldn't do that. I |
||
| − | wouldn't. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Picking up the teacup on the table, I downed it in one gulp. Even though when we left the tea |
||
| − | was already cool, this tasted great. It's kind of like drinking tea after taking a bath. It can also be |
||
| − | compared to Asahina-san's tea. |
||
| − | |||
| − | ‘’Sigh’’ "Oh man..." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Finally, I've finished everything from last year that needed sorting out. There shouldn't be |
||
| − | anything we haven't finished. With the chapter on the world changing closed at last, the winter |
||
| − | trip that crossed into this year is definitely finished, the only thing left is going to the temples and |
||
| − | shrines for the first time this year. Meh, Haruhi will come up with something new in a little bit. |
||
| − | Before that happens, these days should be quite quiet. |
||
| − | |||
| − | By the way, the angel-like time traveler is still not awake. I don't know what kind of magic was |
||
| − | used on her, but she looks just like Shamisen in a warm room after being fed. Being put into this |
||
| − | sleep that looks very happy, it's actually somewhat pitiable. I asked Nagato to put bedding on the |
||
| − | ground, and placed Asahina-san down to sleep on it, putting a wool blanket and a quilt on top. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Nagato, before Asahina-san wakes up, please take care of her." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato regarded the sleeping visitor, then shot a look at me and nodded her head. |
||
| − | Although I woke up ready for action, I am now actually really tired. The accumulated tiredness |
||
| − | from the vacation and the time travel, if not taken care of with a bath and bed, will prevent me |
||
| − | from getting up tomorrow at nine. My very limited reserves are slowly disappearing, like an |
||
| − | ordinary miracle. I want that to stop. You could say what five people do in a month is small in |
||
| − | comparison with what I've gone through. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Not unlike the Tanabata when I started being Mr. Sleep-for-Three-Years, I could let her put a |
||
| − | blanket on me with Asahina-san. But even though I have confidence that I will fall asleep once I |
||
| − | lie down, I can't help but think that nobody would wish for that to happen. |
||
| − | A time traveler occasionally sleeping at an alien's house, that's not too bad. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "See you tomorrow." |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Understood." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Using her very calming gaze, Nagato expressionlessly stared at me. Her two serene pupils under |
||
| − | her bangs stared fixedly at me. |
||
| − | |I sighed and put Asahina-san down off my shoulders. She's really the best nominee for a 'Makepeople- |
||
| − | want-to-kiss-your-sleeping-face' contest. The “Me” that believes everything Asahina-san |
||
| − | said is very impure. If this wasn't Nagato's room, or she wasn't staring at me like she's |
||
| − | investigating me, it's possible I might throw away feelings of shame. No, I wouldn't do that. I |
||
| − | wouldn't. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Picking up the teacup on the table, I downed it in one gulp. Even though when we left the tea |
||
| − | was already cool, this tasted great. It's kind of like drinking tea after taking a bath. It can also be |
||
| − | compared to Asahina-san's tea. |
||
| − | |||
| − | ‘’Sigh’’ "Oh man..." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Finally, I've finished everything from last year that needed sorting out. There shouldn't be |
||
| − | anything we haven't finished. With the chapter on the world changing closed at last, the winter |
||
| − | trip that crossed into this year is definitely finished, the only thing left is going to the temples and |
||
| − | shrines for the first time this year. Meh, Haruhi will come up with something new in a little bit. |
||
| − | Before that happens, these days should be quite quiet. |
||
| − | |||
| − | By the way, the angel-like time traveler is still not awake. I don't know what kind of magic was |
||
| − | used on her, but she looks just like Shamisen in a warm room after being fed. Being put into this |
||
| − | sleep that looks very happy, it's actually somewhat pitiable. I asked Nagato to put bedding on the |
||
| − | ground, and placed Asahina-san down to sleep on it, putting a wool blanket and a quilt on top. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Nagato, before Asahina-san wakes up, please take care of her." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato regarded the sleeping visitor, then shot a look at me and nodded her head. |
||
| − | Although I woke up ready for action, I am now actually really tired. The accumulated tiredness |
||
| − | from the vacation and the time travel, if not taken care of with a bath and bed, will prevent me |
||
| − | from getting up tomorrow at nine. My very limited reserves are slowly disappearing, like an |
||
| − | ordinary miracle. I want that to stop. You could say what five people do in a month is small in |
||
| − | comparison with what I've gone through. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Not unlike the Tanabata when I started being Mr. Sleep-for-Three-Years, I could let her put a |
||
| − | blanket on me with Asahina-san. But even though I have confidence that I will fall asleep once I |
||
| − | lie down, I can't help but think that nobody would wish for that to happen. |
||
| − | A time traveler occasionally sleeping at an alien's house, that's not too bad. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "See you tomorrow." |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Understood." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Using her very calming gaze, Nagato expressionlessly stared at me. Her two serene pupils under |
||
| − | her bangs stared fixedly at me. |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |||
| − | ===18 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |"Thanks for your work today. Sorry I made you go through all that." |
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| − | |||
| − | Same with Asahina-san. The person who did the most work would be this Nagato and the Nagato |
||
| − | that was there at the Tanabata four years ago. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "No problem." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Her expression unchanged, |
||
| − | |||
| − | "This all started because of me." |
||
| − | |||
| − | I stared at the alien until the door closed tightly. Earlier, I had wondered whether a smile would |
||
| − | show up on her face, regrettably not — or very comforting, since the delicate, fair face is |
||
| − | impassive as usual. But I thought there was something different from the past, thank my skilled |
||
| − | eyes for noticing that. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Coming out of the apartment, I slowly rode my bike home, and fell asleep as soon as I lay on my |
||
| − | bed after getting there. |
||
| − | |||
| − | I feel that if you fall asleep when you're really tired, you will have a whole lot of weird, happy |
||
| − | dreams. Thirty seconds after I woke up, I forgot everything about the dream, but the lingering |
||
| − | mood told me everything I needed to know. |
||
| − | |||
| − | A time traveler and an alien peacefully steeping tea together will leave this kind of a mood. |
||
| − | So, just like putting Asahina-san down off my shoulders, I threw off all worries and lived calmly |
||
| − | for a month. |
||
| − | |||
| − | But there was still a problem. |
||
| − | |||
| − | After seeing that extremely cute face, this problem had slipped my mind; but even though she |
||
| − | fell asleep, Asahina-san wouldn't forget what Nagato and I, along with Asahina-san (Big) went |
||
| − | through on December the eighteenth. From her point of view, she had just heard from me that |
||
| − | time and space had been changed and had not known whether to believe it or not. After going |
||
| − | back in time to see the horrid scene in which "I" got stabbed, she got put to sleep. After she woke |
||
| − | up, did she want to go back? — That's the problem. |
||
| − | |||
| − | From my point of view, she'd already completed her mission very well, since what she did only |
||
| − | she could do. Except Asahina-san didn't see it like that. Now that I think about it, not long after |
||
| − | the end of the vacation, Asahina-san became very absent-minded and lost in thought. |
||
| − | |||
| − | This and that Sunday Asahina-san who called me out melancholically are connected in some |
||
| − | way. She even saved a kid wearing glasses from an auto accident that day. Actually, Asahinasan's |
||
| − | (Big) secrecy has an interesting implication. Whoever makes Asahina-san cry deserves to |
||
| − | be beat to a pulp; this is indisputable. After reflecting for a while, I wondered how many times I've made Asahina-san cry? |
||
| − | |"Thanks for your work today. Sorry I made you go through all that." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Same with Asahina-san. The person who did the most work would be this Nagato and the Nagato |
||
| − | that was there at the Tanabata four years ago. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "No problem." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Her expression unchanged, |
||
| − | |||
| − | "This all started because of me." |
||
| − | |||
| − | I stared at the alien until the door closed tightly. Earlier, I had wondered whether a smile would |
||
| − | show up on her face, regrettably not — or very comforting, since the delicate, fair face is |
||
| − | impassive as usual. But I thought there was something different from the past, thank my skilled |
||
| − | eyes for noticing that. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Coming out of the apartment, I slowly rode my bike home, and fell asleep as soon as I lay on my |
||
| − | bed after getting there. |
||
| − | |||
| − | I feel that if you fall asleep when you're really tired, you will have a whole lot of weird, happy |
||
| − | dreams. Thirty seconds after I woke up, I forgot everything about the dream, but the lingering |
||
| − | mood told me everything I needed to know. |
||
| − | |||
| − | A time traveler and an alien peacefully steeping tea together will leave this kind of a mood. |
||
| − | So, just like putting Asahina-san down off my shoulders, I threw off all worries and lived calmly |
||
| − | for a month. |
||
| − | |||
| − | But there was still a problem. |
||
| − | |||
| − | After seeing that extremely cute face, this problem had slipped my mind; but even though she |
||
| − | fell asleep, Asahina-san wouldn't forget what Nagato and I, along with Asahina-san (Big) went |
||
| − | through on December the eighteenth. From her point of view, she had just heard from me that |
||
| − | time and space had been changed and had not known whether to believe it or not. After going |
||
| − | back in time to see the horrid scene in which "I" got stabbed, she got put to sleep. After she woke |
||
| − | up, did she want to go back? — That's the problem. |
||
| − | |||
| − | From my point of view, she'd already completed her mission very well, since what she did only |
||
| − | she could do. Except Asahina-san didn't see it like that. Now that I think about it, not long after |
||
| − | the end of the vacation, Asahina-san became very absent-minded and lost in thought. |
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| − | |||
| − | This and that Sunday Asahina-san who called me out melancholically are connected in some |
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| − | way. She even saved a kid wearing glasses from an auto accident that day. Actually, Asahinasan's |
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| − | (Big) secrecy has an interesting implication. Whoever makes Asahina-san cry deserves to |
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| − | be beat to a pulp; this is indisputable. After reflecting for a while, I wondered how many times I've made Asahina-san cry? |
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| − | |Next time I go to a boxing practice ring with Haruhi, I'll practice |
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| − | some boxing. I can even enjoy the sensation of hitting people and being hit. |
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| − | |||
| − | To cut a long story short, it's a good thing that Sunday when two people went to buy tea |
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| − | happened. It got me thinking about the future of the SOS Brigade, and it successfully lifted |
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| − | Asahina-san's depression. To tell you the truth, I don't know what she perceived, but we seem to |
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| − | have a mutual understanding. There's no point explaining it in detail, especially not to Asahinasan |
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| − | now. |
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| − | |||
| − | I never mention John Smith in front of Haruhi. This is somewhat like me not telling Asahina-san |
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| − | about the adult Asahina-san; it has a similar meaning. This is the emergency trump card. |
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| − | |||
| − | If the time comes — — |
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| − | |||
| − | Well, I don't want that time to come. |
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| − | |||
| − | ... |
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| − | ...... |
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| − | ......... |
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| − | |||
| − | And as February began, the topic started to show up again. |
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| − | |||
| − | As soon as the new year arrived, the atmosphere around the school changed. For example, you |
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| − | will almost never see a third-year anymore. Around this time, they are all getting prepared for |
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| − | tests and whatnot, maybe this is the reason, but even the mood in homeroom was much more |
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| − | tense. As I think back to last year, it obviously does affect me. If the third-years don't work |
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| − | attentively, and the marks do not surpass the competitive schools in the district, the principal will |
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| − | fretfully request everyone to enroll in extra courses or sacrifice the school cultural festival for |
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| − | mock tests and the like. And since I have to do this after two years, it's very depressing. |
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| − | |||
| − | Talking about tests, the tests that determine your class number are about to begin. Our school has |
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| − | two of them. Actually, class nine, which Koizumi's in, is Math/Physics. I'm not sure whether he |
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| − | just has connections or is naturally smart, I'm still amazed he managed to transfer in. I sure don't |
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| − | take Math and Physics seriously enough to make them my principle courses. |
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| − | |||
| − | Temporarily moving my thoughts from the future to the present hell, University admission tests. |
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| − | Why can't the quickly counting down senior days go by slower? I am purposely not looking at |
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| − | the calendar. Since I got back from December the eighteenth, I have been carefree and relaxed. |
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| − | |||
| − | All in all, I can't think of a more dangerous job than fixing time and space. Since I completed it |
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| − | smoothly, just let me rest for a little while. Nagato is now exactly the same as before. Asahinasan's |
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| − | smiling face has finally come back. Haruhi is a bit unusual, but she'll be back to her noisy |
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| − | self in no time at all. |
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| − | |Next time I go to a boxing practice ring with Haruhi, I'll practice |
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| − | some boxing. I can even enjoy the sensation of hitting people and being hit. |
||
| − | |||
| − | To cut a long story short, it's a good thing that Sunday when two people went to buy tea |
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| − | happened. It got me thinking about the future of the SOS Brigade, and it successfully lifted |
||
| − | Asahina-san's depression. To tell you the truth, I don't know what she perceived, but we seem to |
||
| − | have a mutual understanding. There's no point explaining it in detail, especially not to Asahinasan |
||
| − | now. |
||
| − | |||
| − | I never mention John Smith in front of Haruhi. This is somewhat like me not telling Asahina-san |
||
| − | about the adult Asahina-san; it has a similar meaning. This is the emergency trump card. |
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| − | |||
| − | If the time comes — — |
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| − | |||
| − | Well, I don't want that time to come. |
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| − | |||
| − | ... |
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| − | ...... |
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| − | ......... |
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| − | |||
| − | And as February began, the topic started to show up again. |
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| − | |||
| − | As soon as the new year arrived, the atmosphere around the school changed. For example, you |
||
| − | will almost never see a third-year anymore. Around this time, they are all getting prepared for |
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| − | tests and whatnot, maybe this is the reason, but even the mood in homeroom was much more |
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| − | tense. As I think back to last year, it obviously does affect me. If the third-years don't work |
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| − | attentively, and the marks do not surpass the competitive schools in the district, the principal will |
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| − | fretfully request everyone to enroll in extra courses or sacrifice the school cultural festival for |
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| − | mock tests and the like. And since I have to do this after two years, it's very depressing. |
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| − | |||
| − | Talking about tests, the tests that determine your class number are about to begin. Our school has |
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| − | two of them. Actually, class nine, which Koizumi's in, is Math/Physics. I'm not sure whether he |
||
| − | just has connections or is naturally smart, I'm still amazed he managed to transfer in. I sure don't |
||
| − | take Math and Physics seriously enough to make them my principle courses. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Temporarily moving my thoughts from the future to the present hell, University admission tests. |
||
| − | Why can't the quickly counting down senior days go by slower? I am purposely not looking at |
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| − | the calendar. Since I got back from December the eighteenth, I have been carefree and relaxed. |
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| − | |||
| − | All in all, I can't think of a more dangerous job than fixing time and space. Since I completed it |
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| − | smoothly, just let me rest for a little while. Nagato is now exactly the same as before. Asahinasan's |
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| − | smiling face has finally come back. Haruhi is a bit unusual, but she'll be back to her noisy |
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| − | self in no time at all. |
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| − | ===20 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |At this point, there shouldn't be any problems at all. I might as well say I don't want to think |
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| − | about it. But, in the club room, a selfish person just has to bring up trivial matters and deem it |
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| − | important all by himself. He is the only brigade member to be cast aside with Haruhi, the useless |
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| − | during a time-space change esper, Koizumi. |
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| − | |||
| − | "There are two December the eighteenths you frequently visit, interesting." |
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| − | |||
| − | After the incident at the mysterious mansion, Koizumi has enjoyed listening to the experiences |
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| − | I've had with time travel. Just like a smart little grandson wanting a story out of his grandparents, |
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| − | Koizumi has already asked and inquired many times before. He seems to really want to travel in |
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| − | time. I always feel like he envies me. I mean, on the way back from Tsuruya-san's, he was |
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| − | heartily asking "Can I go too?" and "I don't even care if I can’t see the past me." and stuff like |
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| − | that. Needless to say, I completely ignore him. |
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| − | |||
| − | I am embarrassed because of the Nagato thing, so even though everything is over, I still talk |
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| − | obscurely about it. Finally, I cannot deter Koizumi any longer and, not wishing to offend him too |
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| − | much, told him about the incident. |
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| − | |||
| − | So, just as I had expected, he started to explain cheerfully. |
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| − | |||
| − | "You see, this all started when Nagato-san changed the world on the dawn of December the |
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| − | eighteenth. In that world, I, Suzumiya-san and Asahina-san were all normal people. You spent |
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| − | three days there, then you went three years back in Nagato-san's Emergency Escape Program...... |
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| − | No, wait, four years now...... There you met the normal Nagato-san and went back once again to |
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| − | dawn on December the eighteenth." |
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| − | |||
| − | Yes I know that. I’ve been there again recently, you know. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Okay, think about this. Dawn of December the eighteenth. Let’s label the time that Nagato-san |
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| − | changed the world as 'X'. When you went from Tanabata four years ago to 'X', that 'X' already |
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| − | wasn't the original 'X'." |
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| − | |||
| − | What? That's impossible. There can't be more than one 'time' at a time. |
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| − | |||
| − | "No, that's just the way our minds work. It's simple, really. If the world had not changed at 'X', |
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| − | Suzumiya-san wouldn't have disappeared and I wouldn't have become a normal person. If that |
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| − | were the case, you would have no reason to go back." |
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| − | |||
| − | An ontological paradox. Yes, I know of those. |
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| − | |||
| − | "But this world requires you to go back in time to fix it. If you didn't go, the world would have |
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| − | continued on its wrong path. So you went back to the past, and righted the world. Otherwise this |
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| − | time would not exist." |
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| − | |||
| − | "Let's draw a diagram. That might help." |
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| − | |At this point, there shouldn't be any problems at all. I might as well say I don't want to think |
||
| − | about it. But, in the club room, a selfish person just has to bring up trivial matters and deem it |
||
| − | important all by himself. He is the only brigade member to be cast aside with Haruhi, the useless |
||
| − | during a time-space change esper, Koizumi. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "There are two December the eighteenths you frequently visit, interesting." |
||
| − | |||
| − | After the incident at the mysterious mansion, Koizumi has enjoyed listening to the experiences |
||
| − | I've had with time travel. Just like a smart little grandson wanting a story out of his grandparents, |
||
| − | Koizumi has already asked and inquired many times before. He seems to really want to travel in |
||
| − | time. I always feel like he envies me. I mean, on the way back from Tsuruya-san's, he was |
||
| − | heartily asking "Can I go too?" and "I don't even care if I can’t see the past me." and stuff like |
||
| − | that. Needless to say, I completely ignore him. |
||
| − | |||
| − | I am embarrassed because of the Nagato thing, so even though everything is over, I still talk |
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| − | obscurely about it. Finally, I cannot deter Koizumi any longer and, not wishing to offend him too |
||
| − | much, told him about the incident. |
||
| − | |||
| − | So, just as I had expected, he started to explain cheerfully. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "You see, this all started when Nagato-san changed the world on the dawn of December the |
||
| − | eighteenth. In that world, I, Suzumiya-san and Asahina-san were all normal people. You spent |
||
| − | three days there, then you went three years back in Nagato-san's Emergency Escape Program...... |
||
| − | No, wait, four years now...... There you met the normal Nagato-san and went back once again to |
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| − | dawn on December the eighteenth." |
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| − | |||
| − | Yes I know that. I’ve been there again recently, you know. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Okay, think about this. Dawn of December the eighteenth. Let’s label the time that Nagato-san |
||
| − | changed the world as 'X'. When you went from Tanabata four years ago to 'X', that 'X' already |
||
| − | wasn't the original 'X'." |
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| − | |||
| − | What? That's impossible. There can't be more than one 'time' at a time. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "No, that's just the way our minds work. It's simple, really. If the world had not changed at 'X', |
||
| − | Suzumiya-san wouldn't have disappeared and I wouldn't have become a normal person. If that |
||
| − | were the case, you would have no reason to go back." |
||
| − | |||
| − | An ontological paradox. Yes, I know of those. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "But this world requires you to go back in time to fix it. If you didn't go, the world would have |
||
| − | continued on its wrong path. So you went back to the past, and righted the world. Otherwise this |
||
| − | time would not exist." |
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| − | |||
| − | "Let's draw a diagram. That might help." |
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| − | |||
| − | ===21 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |Ever since the snow mountain incident, Koizumi likes diagrams a lot. Picking up a whiteboard |
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| − | marker, he starts to trace a line down the whiteboard. |
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| − | |||
| − | “Let’s say this line is the world going on its original course from the past to the future.” |
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| − | The line stops in the middle of the board. He draws a circle on it and labels it 'X'. |
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| − | |||
| − | "This is the original time. Here, Nagato-san changed the world she was in and your memories of |
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| − | that world begin. |
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| − | |||
| − | Koizumi begins drawing again. This time it isn't a straight line. It’s a very rounded line curving |
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| − | to the right, making a circle leading back to the 'X' point. The diagram now looks like a budding |
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| − | leaf with half ripped off. |
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| − | |||
| − | "This circle is the memory you have after the eighteenth. The Emergency Escape Program let |
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| − | you return to Tanabata four years ago, and from there you went to the eighteenth. If Nagato-san |
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| − | had been reverted right here, everything would have been fine, but it didn't work out like that I |
||
| − | guess." |
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| − | |||
| − | Because Asakura Ryoko was there. But, at that time, it wasn't just Asakura who intervened. |
||
| − | There was also a "Me" from the future, along with Nagato and Asahina-san (Small). We did |
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| − | everything in our power to revert the world to its former state. Now that I think about it, it took |
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| − | about a month. |
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| − | |||
| − | "That's it. Which means you saved yourself. That is —" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Koizumi's pen started out from the 'X' point again, this time looping to the left, |
||
| − | "— this part. The history of this world now. In the memory of Suzumiya-san and myself, you fell |
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| − | down the stairs on the eighteenth and lost consciousness, not waking up until the twenty-first. |
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| − | This was also two months ago, when you set out to save yourself." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Even after drawing the left loop, Koizumi didn't stop the pen. He continued the line that ran |
||
| − | through the 'X', only stopping when the line reached the bottom of the board. He put down the |
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| − | pen, took a half-step back, glanced at me and looked at the diagram intently. |
||
| − | |||
| − | It was just a sideways eight, looking remarkably like an infinity sign ( ? ), with a line down the |
||
| − | middle. It’s very easy to understand like this. The point all the lines connect is the 'X' time. |
||
| − | |||
| − | I, who had always earnestly told myself I hated Math and Physics, was slowly beginning to |
||
| − | understand what Koizumi wanted to say. |
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| − | |||
| − | The right loop was the time from my memory. After a series of chaotic events, I managed to |
||
| − | make it back to 'X' and was there when Nagato changed the world. I even got stabbed by |
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| − | Asakura. |
||
| − | |Ever since the snow mountain incident, Koizumi likes diagrams a lot. Picking up a whiteboard |
||
| − | marker, he starts to trace a line down the whiteboard. |
||
| − | |||
| − | “Let’s say this line is the world going on its original course from the past to the future.” |
||
| − | The line stops in the middle of the board. He draws a circle on it and labels it 'X'. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "This is the original time. Here, Nagato-san changed the world she was in and your memories of |
||
| − | that world begin. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Koizumi begins drawing again. This time it isn't a straight line. It’s a very rounded line curving |
||
| − | to the right, making a circle leading back to the 'X' point. The diagram now looks like a budding |
||
| − | leaf with half ripped off. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "This circle is the memory you have after the eighteenth. The Emergency Escape Program let |
||
| − | you return to Tanabata four years ago, and from there you went to the eighteenth. If Nagato-san |
||
| − | had been reverted right here, everything would have been fine, but it didn't work out like that I |
||
| − | guess." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Because Asakura Ryoko was there. But, at that time, it wasn't just Asakura who intervened. |
||
| − | There was also a "Me" from the future, along with Nagato and Asahina-san (Small). We did |
||
| − | everything in our power to revert the world to its former state. Now that I think about it, it took |
||
| − | about a month. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "That's it. Which means you saved yourself. That is —" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Koizumi's pen started out from the 'X' point again, this time looping to the left, |
||
| − | "— this part. The history of this world now. In the memory of Suzumiya-san and myself, you fell |
||
| − | down the stairs on the eighteenth and lost consciousness, not waking up until the twenty-first. |
||
| − | This was also two months ago, when you set out to save yourself." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Even after drawing the left loop, Koizumi didn't stop the pen. He continued the line that ran |
||
| − | through the 'X', only stopping when the line reached the bottom of the board. He put down the |
||
| − | pen, took a half-step back, glanced at me and looked at the diagram intently. |
||
| − | |||
| − | It was just a sideways eight, looking remarkably like an infinity sign ( ? ), with a line down the |
||
| − | middle. It’s very easy to understand like this. The point all the lines connect is the 'X' time. |
||
| − | |||
| − | I, who had always earnestly told myself I hated Math and Physics, was slowly beginning to |
||
| − | understand what Koizumi wanted to say. |
||
| − | |||
| − | The right loop was the time from my memory. After a series of chaotic events, I managed to |
||
| − | make it back to 'X' and was there when Nagato changed the world. I even got stabbed by |
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| − | Asakura. |
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| − | |||
| − | ===22 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |The left loop was the time I missed. It was the time from when I lost consciousness after being |
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| − | stabbed up to when I woke up in the hospital. Those three days were this loop. |
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| − | |||
| − | And both circles start from 'X'...... |
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| − | |||
| − | "Meaning there are two 'X' times." |
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| − | |||
| − | Koizumi answered me simply. |
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| − | |||
| − | "If the world before the change is 'X', then after the change — We can call it 'X*’". |
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| − | |||
| − | Koizumi, who had put down the pen, looked at his graph and was very interested. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Without an 'X', there would be no 'X*'. So, the original 'X' did not disappear. We could say the |
||
| − | two times are superposed. When becoming...... superimposed, it got covered up. The old data |
||
| − | was overwritten with new data. The first 'X' ran for a while, but it and the changed world that |
||
| − | stemmed from it were covered up by the 'X*', the second timeline. But it isn't gone altogether, |
||
| − | it’s still there." |
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| − | |||
| − | "I don't get it." |
||
| − | |||
| − | I pretended I didn't understand, while suddenly remembering Asahina-san's (Big) words. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Something about a larger and more complicated time quake occurring. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "It's like looking at two separate overlapping circuits. The intersection looks like it's a 2-D |
||
| − | connection. If we add another dimension, that's different. Even though in the world of horizontal |
||
| − | and vertical lines they look like one place, they are at a different depth." |
||
| − | |||
| − | I rub my temples, pondering what a time traveler would make of this. Or an alien, for the matter. |
||
| − | |||
| − | “There’s also another possibility I would like to share with you.” |
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| − | |||
| − | I'm pretty sure I'll have to listen to anything he says now anyway. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "The memory we have but you don't have...... when you fell down the stairs on the eighteenth, to |
||
| − | your awakening on the twenty-first, three days later, maybe it never existed." |
||
| − | |||
| − | It doesn't really matter if it did or not. Besides, I was just lying there the whole time. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Yes, it's just as you say. Do you remember what I said before? We cannot eliminate the |
||
| − | possibility the world was created five minutes ago. Maybe you being lifted into an ambulance |
||
| − | and out cold for three days never happened. You could also think, from when the world was |
||
| − | changed on the eighteenth to when you woke up on the twenty-first, those moments don't exist in |
||
| − | time. If this were true, then Suzumiya-san's and my own memories are made up and we've been |
||
| − | made to believe them after everything was reconstructed on the evening of the twenty-first......" |
||
| − | |The left loop was the time I missed. It was the time from when I lost consciousness after being |
||
| − | stabbed up to when I woke up in the hospital. Those three days were this loop. |
||
| − | |||
| − | And both circles start from 'X'...... |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Meaning there are two 'X' times." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Koizumi answered me simply. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "If the world before the change is 'X', then after the change — We can call it 'X*’". |
||
| − | |||
| − | Koizumi, who had put down the pen, looked at his graph and was very interested. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Without an 'X', there would be no 'X*'. So, the original 'X' did not disappear. We could say the |
||
| − | two times are superposed. When becoming...... superimposed, it got covered up. The old data |
||
| − | was overwritten with new data. The first 'X' ran for a while, but it and the changed world that |
||
| − | stemmed from it were covered up by the 'X*', the second timeline. But it isn't gone altogether, |
||
| − | it’s still there." |
||
| − | |||
| − | "I don't get it." |
||
| − | |||
| − | I pretended I didn't understand, while suddenly remembering Asahina-san's (Big) words. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Something about a larger and more complicated time quake occurring. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "It's like looking at two separate overlapping circuits. The intersection looks like it's a 2-D |
||
| − | connection. If we add another dimension, that's different. Even though in the world of horizontal |
||
| − | and vertical lines they look like one place, they are at a different depth." |
||
| − | |||
| − | I rub my temples, pondering what a time traveler would make of this. Or an alien, for the matter. |
||
| − | |||
| − | “There’s also another possibility I would like to share with you.” |
||
| − | |||
| − | I'm pretty sure I'll have to listen to anything he says now anyway. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "The memory we have but you don't have...... when you fell down the stairs on the eighteenth, to |
||
| − | your awakening on the twenty-first, three days later, maybe it never existed." |
||
| − | |||
| − | It doesn't really matter if it did or not. Besides, I was just lying there the whole time. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Yes, it's just as you say. Do you remember what I said before? We cannot eliminate the |
||
| − | possibility the world was created five minutes ago. Maybe you being lifted into an ambulance |
||
| − | and out cold for three days never happened. You could also think, from when the world was |
||
| − | changed on the eighteenth to when you woke up on the twenty-first, those moments don't exist in |
||
| − | time. If this were true, then Suzumiya-san's and my own memories are made up and we've been |
||
| − | made to believe them after everything was reconstructed on the evening of the twenty-first......" |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |I did say I would listen, but no matter how I looked at it, it was ridiculo — I can't say that. It's |
||
| − | not completely impossible. The past had been re-written for a year back, and this was only three |
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| − | days. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Change of topic. Suzumiya-san saw the reality of the shadow girl, she's alert to it now." |
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| − | Who? The person who pushed me down the stairs? |
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| − | |||
| − | "It was Nagato-san." |
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| − | |||
| − | That's hilarious. At the time, wasn't Nagato going down the stairs with you guys? Apparently, I |
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| − | was at the back. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Yes. That's what we all remember. Nagato-san didn't push you directly. But she was the one |
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| − | that made up the story of you being knocked unconscious. And Suzumiya-san intuitively sensed |
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| − | that it was no accident. Of course she doesn't really know it was Nagato-san. In reality, the |
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| − | perpetrator wasn't at the scene of the crime. But Suzumiya-san doesn't know that. What she does |
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| − | know is that for it to become like this, someone had to do something. So the culprit must be |
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| − | hiding nearby." |
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| − | |||
| − | Koizumi smiled that bright smile. |
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| − | |||
| − | "That intuition sort of created the shadow girl. Of course, such a perpetrator does not exist. There |
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| − | is no mysterious shadow.” |
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| − | |||
| − | You can’t be telling me Haruhi suspects Nagato purely based on intuition. After Nagato's new |
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| − | world was fixed, she changed everyone's memories at will. But I can believe that somehow, |
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| − | Haruhi has come to realize something was wrong, that there was somebody, somewhere, doing |
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| − | something. |
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| − | |||
| − | "It's a theory, what I came up with to answer your question.” |
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| − | |||
| − | The enlivening rogue sat on the chair and suddenly extended his arms wide. |
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| − | |||
| − | "In fact, I don't understand how the timelines are created and paradoxes resolved. But then what |
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| − | is Asahina-san doing, coming here from the future? So now I have a question for you. If you |
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| − | could go into the past and steer history away from something awful, would you?" |
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| − | |||
| − | I suddenly think of Asahina-san (Big) on the night of Tanabata. When Haruhi and Koizumi, who |
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| − | had went to a different school, Asahina-san of the Calligraphy Club and Nagato with glasses |
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| − | were assembled, I pressed the 'Enter' key on the keyboard, and the second time-quake happened |
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| − | right away. The "I" from the past sitting on the long bench in the park. The "I" that helped the |
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| − | middle-school Haruhi draw the pictures. |
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| − | |I did say I would listen, but no matter how I looked at it, it was ridiculo — I can't say that. It's |
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| − | not completely impossible. The past had been re-written for a year back, and this was only three |
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| − | days. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Change of topic. Suzumiya-san saw the reality of the shadow girl, she's alert to it now." |
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| − | Who? The person who pushed me down the stairs? |
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| − | |||
| − | "It was Nagato-san." |
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| − | |||
| − | That's hilarious. At the time, wasn't Nagato going down the stairs with you guys? Apparently, I |
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| − | was at the back. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Yes. That's what we all remember. Nagato-san didn't push you directly. But she was the one |
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| − | that made up the story of you being knocked unconscious. And Suzumiya-san intuitively sensed |
||
| − | that it was no accident. Of course she doesn't really know it was Nagato-san. In reality, the |
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| − | perpetrator wasn't at the scene of the crime. But Suzumiya-san doesn't know that. What she does |
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| − | know is that for it to become like this, someone had to do something. So the culprit must be |
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| − | hiding nearby." |
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| − | |||
| − | Koizumi smiled that bright smile. |
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| − | |||
| − | "That intuition sort of created the shadow girl. Of course, such a perpetrator does not exist. There |
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| − | is no mysterious shadow.” |
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| − | |||
| − | You can’t be telling me Haruhi suspects Nagato purely based on intuition. After Nagato's new |
||
| − | world was fixed, she changed everyone's memories at will. But I can believe that somehow, |
||
| − | Haruhi has come to realize something was wrong, that there was somebody, somewhere, doing |
||
| − | something. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "It's a theory, what I came up with to answer your question.” |
||
| − | |||
| − | The enlivening rogue sat on the chair and suddenly extended his arms wide. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "In fact, I don't understand how the timelines are created and paradoxes resolved. But then what |
||
| − | is Asahina-san doing, coming here from the future? So now I have a question for you. If you |
||
| − | could go into the past and steer history away from something awful, would you?" |
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| − | |||
| − | I suddenly think of Asahina-san (Big) on the night of Tanabata. When Haruhi and Koizumi, who |
||
| − | had went to a different school, Asahina-san of the Calligraphy Club and Nagato with glasses |
||
| − | were assembled, I pressed the 'Enter' key on the keyboard, and the second time-quake happened |
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| − | right away. The "I" from the past sitting on the long bench in the park. The "I" that helped the |
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| − | middle-school Haruhi draw the pictures. |
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| − | ===24 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |If I had ran up at the time, I wonder what would have happened. If I had told him everything that |
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| − | was going to happen, don't let Haruhi make that movie, don't give Nagato any trouble, etc, and |
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| − | gave him some advice. |
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| − | |||
| − | I can only shrug my shoulders, because there's nothing else possible. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Yeah, I don't know." |
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| − | |||
| − | If I really had the chance to do so, I say do it before you think about it. I know the head will be |
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| − | hard to use, so just let the body do it. I always did that before, I'm anticipating doing it this time |
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| − | too. |
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| − | |||
| − | “But, no matter what people say, you can't just go on time traveling trips, especially if it doesn't |
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| − | impact us.” |
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| − | |||
| − | That's too bad, I was going to take you with me this time. |
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| − | |||
| − | Even if your eyes look like Shamisen’s when he’s hungry in the middle of the night, I don't care. |
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| − | Go beg Asahina-san; the adult one, that is. I have no clue where you have to go to find her. The |
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| − | only thing I can tell you is, remember to bring some medicine for the dizziness. |
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| − | Koizumi, depressed, shook his head and started to play Shogi by himself. I continued reading my |
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| − | manga magazine like before, the club room was peaceful once again. I was just thinking, that's |
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| − | good, when...... |
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| − | |||
| − | "Sorry to make you wait!" |
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| − | |||
| − | With that, the door is kicked open. The main character in the chaos enters, her sailor uniform |
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| − | skirt and hair blowing charmingly and freely in the wind. The master of this room, Haruhi, is |
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| − | holding a convenience store bag, her face smiling complacently. |
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| − | |||
| − | "The stores in the neighborhood don't have these snacks, so I had to go down the hill to get these. |
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| − | Ahh! I'm freezing." |
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| − | |||
| − | There was an electric stove in the corner of the room, so she quickly stretched out her hands to |
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| − | warm them up. After the Brigade Leader came Nagato and Asahina-san. Both were carrying the |
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| − | same type of things as Haruhi. |
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| − | |||
| − | "........." |
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| − | |||
| − | Nagato silently closed the door. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Um, what should we do next?" |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san, confused, cocked her head. Haruhi zealously replied, |
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| − | |If I had ran up at the time, I wonder what would have happened. If I had told him everything that |
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| − | was going to happen, don't let Haruhi make that movie, don't give Nagato any trouble, etc, and |
||
| − | gave him some advice. |
||
| − | |||
| − | I can only shrug my shoulders, because there's nothing else possible. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Yeah, I don't know." |
||
| − | |||
| − | If I really had the chance to do so, I say do it before you think about it. I know the head will be |
||
| − | hard to use, so just let the body do it. I always did that before, I'm anticipating doing it this time |
||
| − | too. |
||
| − | |||
| − | “But, no matter what people say, you can't just go on time traveling trips, especially if it doesn't |
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| − | impact us.” |
||
| − | |||
| − | That's too bad, I was going to take you with me this time. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Even if your eyes look like Shamisen’s when he’s hungry in the middle of the night, I don't care. |
||
| − | Go beg Asahina-san; the adult one, that is. I have no clue where you have to go to find her. The |
||
| − | only thing I can tell you is, remember to bring some medicine for the dizziness. |
||
| − | Koizumi, depressed, shook his head and started to play Shogi by himself. I continued reading my |
||
| − | manga magazine like before, the club room was peaceful once again. I was just thinking, that's |
||
| − | good, when...... |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Sorry to make you wait!" |
||
| − | |||
| − | With that, the door is kicked open. The main character in the chaos enters, her sailor uniform |
||
| − | skirt and hair blowing charmingly and freely in the wind. The master of this room, Haruhi, is |
||
| − | holding a convenience store bag, her face smiling complacently. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "The stores in the neighborhood don't have these snacks, so I had to go down the hill to get these. |
||
| − | Ahh! I'm freezing." |
||
| − | |||
| − | There was an electric stove in the corner of the room, so she quickly stretched out her hands to |
||
| − | warm them up. After the Brigade Leader came Nagato and Asahina-san. Both were carrying the |
||
| − | same type of things as Haruhi. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "........." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Nagato silently closed the door. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Um, what should we do next?" |
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| − | |||
| − | Asahina-san, confused, cocked her head. Haruhi zealously replied, |
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| − | |||
| − | ===25 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |"Do I even need to tell you? Mikuru-chan, do you know what day today is? You couldn’t have |
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| − | bought all this without knowing, right?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "February the third. But, what does......?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "It's the Spring Setsubun! Spring Setsubun!" |
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| − | |||
| − | Haruhi pulled out a vacuum-packed food package out of the convenience store bag. |
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| − | |||
| − | "That annoys me, Mikuru-chan. You didn't do this when you were little? It's Setsubun today, and |
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| − | if it's Setsubun, you just naturally want to throw roasted soy beans and eat futomaki!" |
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| − | |||
| − | Futomaki really is a local tradition. In a nutshell, she's a brigade leader that rigidly follows the |
||
| − | little traditional festivals of the four seasons. Now, the SOS Brigade isn't the 'Save our world by |
||
| − | Overloading it with fun: Suzumiya Haruhi Brigade' anymore, it's the 'Save the world by |
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| − | celebrating all Obscure festivals: Suzumiya Haruhi's Brigade'. This is so not a lie. |
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| − | |||
| − | "What's this, a Bernoulli lemniscate?" |
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| − | |||
| − | Right away, Haruhi noticed Koizumi's drawing on the white board. She looked at the path I had |
||
| − | traveled through time, her gaze like somebody stalking their own kid. |
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| − | |||
| − | "It can't be. What formula would draw this line?" |
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| − | |||
| − | "I just drew it for fun." |
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| − | |||
| − | Calmly, Koizumi stood up and erased the path off the white board. |
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| − | |||
| − | "I drew it to kill time, you don't need to think too deeply about it." |
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| − | |||
| − | Awesome excuse. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Oh, I see." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Haruhi easily believed it, because that thing didn't matter. She threw the bag to me. After flying |
||
| − | through the air, the bag landed in my hands. It was a bag filled to the brim with roasted soy |
||
| − | beans. |
||
| − | |||
| − | It's Setsubun! Because it is Setsubun, we just have to scatter beans — is what Haruhi was |
||
| − | thinking all through lunch break. At the time, Haruhi had loudly shouted, |
||
| − | "I kept thinking I was forgetting something. Yeah, It was Setsubun!" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Maybe she realized it after seeing Taniguchi's lunch, sushi. As soon as Taniguchi opened his |
||
| − | lunch box, he started to vent, "Oi, oi, what the hell is this? How come this is it?" angrily. |
||
| − | |"Do I even need to tell you? Mikuru-chan, do you know what day today is? You couldn’t have |
||
| − | bought all this without knowing, right?" |
||
| − | |||
| − | "February the third. But, what does......?" |
||
| − | |||
| − | "It's the Spring Setsubun! Spring Setsubun!" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Haruhi pulled out a vacuum-packed food package out of the convenience store bag. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "That annoys me, Mikuru-chan. You didn't do this when you were little? It's Setsubun today, and |
||
| − | if it's Setsubun, you just naturally want to throw roasted soy beans and eat futomaki!" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Futomaki really is a local tradition. In a nutshell, she's a brigade leader that rigidly follows the |
||
| − | little traditional festivals of the four seasons. Now, the SOS Brigade isn't the 'Save our world by |
||
| − | Overloading it with fun: Suzumiya Haruhi Brigade' anymore, it's the 'Save the world by |
||
| − | celebrating all Obscure festivals: Suzumiya Haruhi's Brigade'. This is so not a lie. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "What's this, a Bernoulli lemniscate?" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Right away, Haruhi noticed Koizumi's drawing on the white board. She looked at the path I had |
||
| − | traveled through time, her gaze like somebody stalking their own kid. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "It can't be. What formula would draw this line?" |
||
| − | |||
| − | "I just drew it for fun." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Calmly, Koizumi stood up and erased the path off the white board. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "I drew it to kill time, you don't need to think too deeply about it." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Awesome excuse. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Oh, I see." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Haruhi easily believed it, because that thing didn't matter. She threw the bag to me. After flying |
||
| − | through the air, the bag landed in my hands. It was a bag filled to the brim with roasted soy |
||
| − | beans. |
||
| − | |||
| − | It's Setsubun! Because it is Setsubun, we just have to scatter beans — is what Haruhi was |
||
| − | thinking all through lunch break. At the time, Haruhi had loudly shouted, |
||
| − | "I kept thinking I was forgetting something. Yeah, It was Setsubun!" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Maybe she realized it after seeing Taniguchi's lunch, sushi. As soon as Taniguchi opened his |
||
| − | lunch box, he started to vent, "Oi, oi, what the hell is this? How come this is it?" angrily. |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |colspan=2| |
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| − | |||
| − | ===26 страница=== |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |"They made it for you with good intentions, don't be picky." I replied. But deep inside me, I |
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| − | agreed with this kid, and I do not approve of whoever made such a lunch. At least wrap it up |
||
| − | after cutting it, don't let Haruhi see. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Only worshipping foreign cultures isn't good, you know. You have to respect your own tradition |
||
| − | and enjoy the activities. It's kind of a pity if you ignore them. Without it, half the fun will be |
||
| − | gone. People who forget their roots are going down the wrong road!" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Quiet. Wait. Is it possible she thinks she's traveling down the right road? In my opinion, you |
||
| − | would even go backwards on a road a wild pig usually goes down. |
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| − | |||
| − | "What are you talking about? I always set the king's road as my goal. So, I do everything I can. |
||
| − | Kyon, you even forgot today was Setsubun, right? That's hard to forgive." |
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| − | |||
| − | I'm pretty sure you forgot too. No, as I was about to say this, HR ended, and Haruhi started |
||
| − | preparing immediately. The only thing she actually needs is soy beans and futomaki. She could |
||
| − | get it herself. Luckily, I was called by our homeroom teacher Okabe-sensei to run an errand. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Koizumi was also the cleaning person of the day. So, Haruhi could only get Nagato and Asahinasan |
||
| − | to go with her. After school, the three of them left. They finally got back now. That's |
||
| − | basically what happened. |
||
| − | |||
| − | We can just eat the futomaki facing the lucky direction of the year, but the soy beans have a |
||
| − | specific function. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "So, where are we going to scatter the beans?" |
||
| − | |||
| − | I opened a bag and asked this while shoving beans toward my mouth. This would go well with |
||
| − | some tea as a snack. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "If we do it in the clubroom, it would be really hard to clean up, it's best if we don't." |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Anywhere's fine." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Haruhi turns her bright eyes and says, |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Oh, yeah! Dropping them off the highest balcony on the school into the courtyard is a good |
||
| − | idea, right? The beans that drop onto the ground will become bird food, there's no need to clean |
||
| − | up." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Continuing, Haruhi declared, |
||
| − | |||
| − | "We already have people suitable to be 'lucky daughters', so let's do this on a grand scale." |
||
| − | The leader of the SOS Brigade was staring at Asahina-san, who was intently reading the |
||
| − | package, and Nagato, who was already sitting down in front of the table, reading her detective |
||
| − | novel. |
||
| − | |"They made it for you with good intentions, don't be picky." I replied. But deep inside me, I |
||
| − | agreed with this kid, and I do not approve of whoever made such a lunch. At least wrap it up |
||
| − | after cutting it, don't let Haruhi see. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Only worshipping foreign cultures isn't good, you know. You have to respect your own tradition |
||
| − | and enjoy the activities. It's kind of a pity if you ignore them. Without it, half the fun will be |
||
| − | gone. People who forget their roots are going down the wrong road!" |
||
| − | |||
| − | Quiet. Wait. Is it possible she thinks she's traveling down the right road? In my opinion, you |
||
| − | would even go backwards on a road a wild pig usually goes down. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "What are you talking about? I always set the king's road as my goal. So, I do everything I can. |
||
| − | Kyon, you even forgot today was Setsubun, right? That's hard to forgive." |
||
| − | |||
| − | I'm pretty sure you forgot too. No, as I was about to say this, HR ended, and Haruhi started |
||
| − | preparing immediately. The only thing she actually needs is soy beans and futomaki. She could |
||
| − | get it herself. Luckily, I was called by our homeroom teacher Okabe-sensei to run an errand. |
||
| − | |||
| − | Koizumi was also the cleaning person of the day. So, Haruhi could only get Nagato and Asahinasan |
||
| − | to go with her. After school, the three of them left. They finally got back now. That's |
||
| − | basically what happened. |
||
| − | |||
| − | We can just eat the futomaki facing the lucky direction of the year, but the soy beans have a |
||
| − | specific function. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "So, where are we going to scatter the beans?" |
||
| − | |||
| − | I opened a bag and asked this while shoving beans toward my mouth. This would go well with |
||
| − | some tea as a snack. |
||
| − | |||
| − | "If we do it in the clubroom, it would be really hard to clean up, it's best if we don't." |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Anywhere's fine." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Haruhi turns her bright eyes and says, |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Oh, yeah! Dropping them off the highest balcony on the school into the courtyard is a good |
||
| − | idea, right? The beans that drop onto the ground will become bird food, there's no need to clean |
||
| − | up." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Continuing, Haruhi declared, |
||
| − | |||
| − | "We already have people suitable to be 'lucky daughters', so let's do this on a grand scale." |
||
| − | The leader of the SOS Brigade was staring at Asahina-san, who was intently reading the |
||
| − | package, and Nagato, who was already sitting down in front of the table, reading her detective |
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| − | novel. |
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| − | |- |
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| − | |If there were a school contest to see who would be the best 'lucky daughters', the ones to win the |
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| − | grand prize and special mention would probably be these two. Putting that aside, this type of |
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| − | 'scatter the beans and banish the demons' event is right up their alley. Asahina-san could act it |
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| − | out; Nagato would do the actual banishing. |
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| − | |||
| − | We trailed behind Asahina-san and the person dragging her, Haruhi, finally reaching the highest |
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| − | balcony. There, we followed instructions, and start to scatter beans. The scatterers are the three |
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| − | girls in the Brigade, this was an order too. Koizumi and I are just responsible for replenishing |
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| − | their supply of beans as they scatter them around. Following Haruhi's instructions, oddly enough, |
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| − | we actually do this thing well. |
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| − | |||
| − | When we first started, the students down there didn't know what was going on, and ran around |
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| − | like a group of insects not wanting to die. But before a minute had passed, the guys had come |
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| − | back in twos and threes and started to fight for the beans Asahina-san and Nagato were throwing |
||
| − | down just like it was for money. They generally avoided the beans that Haruhi and her strong |
||
| − | arms were firing off, considering it was kind of like the beans were fired out of a gun. For this, |
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| − | they moved in unison, going left and right at the same time. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Stand and fight!" |
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| − | |||
| − | Haruhi said, lamenting. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Hey, if we had dressed Mikuru-chan up in a shrine maiden costume, we could have used this to |
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| − | make some money. Even if we only asked for 100 yen each, we'd still make quite a large sum, |
||
| − | right?" |
||
| − | |||
| − | If we had dressed her up in that costume, she would suddenly be very popular, but there's |
||
| − | nothing to worry about. Cosplay is limited to the clubroom only. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Whew, Fuku wa uchi — Umm, Yeah. Fuku wa uchi — " |
||
| − | |||
| − | I gazed at the frantically throwing Asahina-san and the completely silent Nagato tossing beans |
||
| − | off the balcony. Of course, a picture of them in shrine maiden costumes went through my head, |
||
| − | and I replied to Haruhi, |
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| − | |||
| − | "500 yen each, I say." |
||
| − | |||
| − | Anyway, they were yelling 'Fuku wa uchi' (Luck in!), only part of the traditional expression. |
||
| − | This is because earlier... |
||
| − | |||
| − | "Well, since I read 'Naita Akaoni', I vowed that if I ever met a demon, I would be nice to it. The |
||
| − | Red Demon sure cried a lot. If I had seen that note, I would've happily gone to the Red Demons' |
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| − | home to drink tea and eat dessert......" |
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| − | Haruhi, who was totally on the side of the demons, had stated this with a serious glint in her eye. |
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| − | |If there were a school contest to see who would be the best 'lucky daughters', the ones to win the |
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| − | grand prize and special mention would probably be these two. Putting that aside, this type of |
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| − | 'scatter the beans and banish the demons' event is right up their alley. Asahina-san could act it |
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| − | out; Nagato would do the actual banishing. |
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| − | We trailed behind Asahina-san and the person dragging her, Haruhi, finally reaching the highest |
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| − | balcony. There, we followed instructions, and start to scatter beans. The scatterers are the three |
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| − | girls in the Brigade, this was an order too. Koizumi and I are just responsible for replenishing |
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| − | their supply of beans as they scatter them around. Following Haruhi's instructions, oddly enough, |
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| − | we actually do this thing well. |
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| − | When we first started, the students down there didn't know what was going on, and ran around |
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| − | like a group of insects not wanting to die. But before a minute had passed, the guys had come |
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| − | back in twos and threes and started to fight for the beans Asahina-san and Nagato were throwing |
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| − | down just like it was for money. They generally avoided the beans that Haruhi and her strong |
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| − | arms were firing off, considering it was kind of like the beans were fired out of a gun. For this, |
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| − | they moved in unison, going left and right at the same time. |
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| − | "Stand and fight!" |
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| − | Haruhi said, lamenting. |
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| − | "Hey, if we had dressed Mikuru-chan up in a shrine maiden costume, we could have used this to |
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| − | make some money. Even if we only asked for 100 yen each, we'd still make quite a large sum, |
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| − | right?" |
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| − | |||
| − | If we had dressed her up in that costume, she would suddenly be very popular, but there's |
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| − | nothing to worry about. Cosplay is limited to the clubroom only. |
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| − | "Whew, Fuku wa uchi — Umm, Yeah. Fuku wa uchi — " |
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| − | |||
| − | I gazed at the frantically throwing Asahina-san and the completely silent Nagato tossing beans |
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| − | off the balcony. Of course, a picture of them in shrine maiden costumes went through my head, |
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| − | and I replied to Haruhi, |
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| − | "500 yen each, I say." |
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| − | |||
| − | Anyway, they were yelling 'Fuku wa uchi' (Luck in!), only part of the traditional expression. |
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| − | This is because earlier... |
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| − | "Well, since I read 'Naita Akaoni', I vowed that if I ever met a demon, I would be nice to it. The |
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| − | Red Demon sure cried a lot. If I had seen that note, I would've happily gone to the Red Demons' |
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| − | home to drink tea and eat dessert......" |
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| − | Haruhi, who was totally on the side of the demons, had stated this with a serious glint in her eye. |
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| − | |"Hmm? Listen up. If you ever meet the Blue Demon, you have to be nice to him. Our doors are |
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| − | always open to anybody, even people who are not really people." |
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| − | If we aren't careful, the luck will continue to come in, and that's good. But if we don't let |
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| − | anything out I have the feeling it will inflate and pop, just like a bag. I agree with Haruhi on the |
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| − | Blue Demon part, though. |
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| − | Perhaps it was because it reminded me I had once cried over this in my childhood. Or because |
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| − | Nagato was right there throwing beans with a crude demon mask on the side of her head. I had |
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| − | wondered why the half-reading, half-listening-to-Haruhi Nagato had taken an interest in a mask |
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| − | made of paper. She had silently picked it up, stared at it like a scanner would and put it on her |
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| − | head. |
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| − | |||
| − | Maybe Haruhi's phrase 'people who are not really people' touched her heart. — That was just a |
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| − | figment of my imagination. |
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| − | |||
| − | After Asahina-san and Nagato's service throwing beans ended, we went back to the clubroom, |
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| − | and set to finishing off the futomaki. After searching for the lucky direction of the year on the |
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| − | internet, Haruhi split the food up. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Don't talk before you finish. Here, everyone stand. Face that way and eat." |
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| − | |||
| − | Five people stood facing one direction, forming a line, and soundlessly started to devour the futomaki |
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| − | Five people stood facing one direction, forming a line, and soundlessly started to devour the futomaki. This took a while; Haruhi and Nagato finished in about two or three bites, but |
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| − | Asahina-san, holding the sushi with two hands like a little woodland animal, savored it. I pray |
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| − | we won't be having this tonight for dinner too. |
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| − | |||
| − | The remaining beans got put on a plate, and ended up in my and Haruhi's stomachs along with |
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| − | some tea Asahina-san steeped. Setsubun is actually a holiday for eating, I have a new |
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| − | understanding now. |
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| − | |||
| − | Now, after all that, Haruhi should be pleased. But oddly, she was reserved again the following |
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| − | day. Like I said before, it's not a serious melancholy, Setsubun proved that she was fine. But |
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| − | because of that, I didn't know what to make of this, it doesn't feel safe. It also seems that only I |
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| − | have noticed this melancholy. |
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| − | |"Hmm? Listen up. If you ever meet the Blue Demon, you have to be nice to him. Our doors are |
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| − | always open to anybody, even people who are not really people." |
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| − | |||
| − | If we aren't careful, the luck will continue to come in, and that's good. But if we don't let |
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| − | anything out I have the feeling it will inflate and pop, just like a bag. I agree with Haruhi on the |
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| − | Blue Demon part, though. |
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| − | |||
| − | Perhaps it was because it reminded me I had once cried over this in my childhood. Or because |
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| − | Nagato was right there throwing beans with a crude demon mask on the side of her head. I had |
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| − | wondered why the half-reading, half-listening-to-Haruhi Nagato had taken an interest in a mask |
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| − | made of paper. She had silently picked it up, stared at it like a scanner would and put it on her |
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| − | head. |
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| − | |||
| − | Maybe Haruhi's phrase 'people who are not really people' touched her heart. — That was just a |
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| − | figment of my imagination. |
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| − | |||
| − | After Asahina-san and Nagato's service throwing beans ended, we went back to the clubroom, |
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| − | and set to finishing off the futomaki. After searching for the lucky direction of the year on the |
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| − | internet, Haruhi split the food up. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Don't talk before you finish. Here, everyone stand. Face that way and eat." |
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| − | |||
| − | Five people stood facing one direction, forming a line, and soundlessly started to devour the futomaki |
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| − | Five people stood facing one direction, forming a line, and soundlessly started to devour the futomaki. This took a while; Haruhi and Nagato finished in about two or three bites, but |
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| − | Asahina-san, holding the sushi with two hands like a little woodland animal, savored it. I pray |
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| − | we won't be having this tonight for dinner too. |
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| − | |||
| − | The remaining beans got put on a plate, and ended up in my and Haruhi's stomachs along with |
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| − | some tea Asahina-san steeped. Setsubun is actually a holiday for eating, I have a new |
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| − | understanding now. |
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| − | |||
| − | Now, after all that, Haruhi should be pleased. But oddly, she was reserved again the following |
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| − | day. Like I said before, it's not a serious melancholy, Setsubun proved that she was fine. But |
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| − | because of that, I didn't know what to make of this, it doesn't feel safe. It also seems that only I |
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| − | have noticed this melancholy. |
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| − | |I don't even need to talk about the clueless Taniguchi and |
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| − | Kunikida, and even the self-proclaimed Haruhi expert Koizumi hasn't noticed. |
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| − | |||
| − | It is indeed weird. |
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| − | |||
| − | I've racked my brain, but I can't continue to think about it. |
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| − | |||
| − | A more straight-forwardly strange thing has occurred, and it didn't stop at being an odd mood |
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| − | like Haruhi's, it actually took a shape that you could see with your eyes. |
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| − | |||
| − | Like I said before, I told Koizumi I wasn't going to take him time traveling, and I meant it. I don't |
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| − | really want to go to the past right now. I have done it lots of times, and there is no real reason to |
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| − | go. |
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| − | |||
| − | Can I stick to this pathetic wish? Well, I hope so. |
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| − | |||
| − | This time, the person who traveled back in time will not be me. I am not leaving this time at all, |
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| − | not one step. But even though I hoped otherwise, I was still sucked into this time's time |
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| − | disturbance. |
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| − | |||
| − | That person appeared in the utility closet in the Literature Club's room. |
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| − | |I don't even need to talk about the clueless Taniguchi and |
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| − | Kunikida, and even the self-proclaimed Haruhi expert Koizumi hasn't noticed. |
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| − | |||
| − | It is indeed weird. |
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| − | |||
| − | I've racked my brain, but I can't continue to think about it. |
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| − | |||
| − | A more straight-forwardly strange thing has occurred, and it didn't stop at being an odd mood |
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| − | like Haruhi's, it actually took a shape that you could see with your eyes. |
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| − | |||
| − | Like I said before, I told Koizumi I wasn't going to take him time traveling, and I meant it. I don't |
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| − | really want to go to the past right now. I have done it lots of times, and there is no real reason to |
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| − | go. |
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| − | |||
| − | Can I stick to this pathetic wish? Well, I hope so. |
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| − | |||
| − | This time, the person who traveled back in time will not be me. I am not leaving this time at all, |
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| − | not one step. But even though I hoped otherwise, I was still sucked into this time's time |
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| − | disturbance. |
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| − | |||
| − | That person appeared in the utility closet in the Literature Club's room. |
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