Ayame, who was listening to Mr. Takenaka's proposal, did not know that the method would work, and furthermore, he would have to bear a considerable risk to make it work. I arrived at my alma mater before the sun even rose, and sneaked into the old school building. Saying that every minute is a race, he even broke the key soberly. The rooftop of a deserted old school building. Even without summoning him, Hinata appeared there with a frightening atmosphere. Lost what it used to be, now turning into an evil spirit that only tries to drag people to death."Even if it's only for a few years, if you stay in one place for a long time, your soul will be defiled and you'll become something terrible. When you first appeared in front of us, that girl..." Unable to form even his original form, he forgot who he was. He was generating his own spiritual magnetic field on his roof. Aside from the dialogue, if you take one step closer, it will attack you without delay."I told Takenaka to get out
"Thank you very much, Mr. Takenaka. It was a short time, but I'm really glad that I was able to work with Mr. and Mrs. Takenaka at that convenience store." I feel like my life has changed drastically. Even in a bad way. In a good way.“I have bad memories, and my body has become inconvenient.” I'm living like this thanks to everyone's help. And I couldn't be more impressed. I just somehow managed to live for 25 years. After 25 years, I finally realized something obvious that I should have noticed. When I realized that, I couldn't stop crying because I didn't know if it was frustrating or happy. Now I can feel from the bottom of my heart that I'm glad I noticed. I was valued by those around me more than I thought. And I, who thought that I just existed, was helpless, a weak creature that could not live without the support of those around me. And now I can feel gratitude for that support. In other words, what I'm trying to say is... everyone, everyone is "not alone", I guess.
The trees around the cemetery have turned red and the leaves are slowly falling. Overhead, countless red dragonflies fly here and there, seemingly busy searching for their destined partner. The lingering summer heat has passed, and the season is already dyed in autumn colors. The red dot-patterned blanket on her lap is my sister's personal item. If a man asks his mother how he can use such a woman. I was pushed through with a single point of insistence, just use it and run it. Even though it's not that cold yet, it's too much of an exaggeration to go outside. At the end of the day, she recommended me a woolen hat and a warmer."It doesn't look like this, does it? I'll tell you, it's not mine." The person I talked to was Hinata... not the tombstone of the Hinata family."I came to thank you, I'm late... I'm sorry... I really wanted to come a little earlier, but it's this mess, so it took a lot of time." Two months after that――. There were no problems with the test results, and I wa
3 The four of them replied to each other separately, and left the cemetery while stumbling, saying that it was too bad they would miss the train. While being carried in a wheelchair and being swayed in various directions. I turned around there. Hinata--. I stare at the grave of the Hyuga family, where the smoke of incense still rises, as it recedes. Hinata is nowhere to be seen. There is incense smoke and a bouquet of flowers... Hinata is no more. The cemetery is still empty, and the fallen leaves are blowing in the wind. Seeing that, a particularly strong tailwind swallowed me who felt a little lonely. I felt like that was encouragement from him. I put the feeling of being pulled back in my heart. I tell myself that from this moment on, I will also set off on a new path."Abayo, Hinata" I slowly turned my face forward and muttered. --Abayo, Senpai--. Yes, I heard it from somewhere. I felt
"- So, that's all the story I experienced." If you say so with the feeling of folding a picture-story show after reading. Right and left of me, dozens of shaved heads lying down in front of me or sitting on the futons, like, huh. Whoa. Uhi or something. Hawa or something. I let out a sigh at the same time. Phew……. She seemed satisfied at last, and she was relieved. I never thought I would tell this story from beginning to end... I remember that horrifyingly. A strange and unusual story that I experienced in the summer of my 25th year that I will never forget. I've been telling this story over and over again to my lovely students who are members of the baseball club. It all started on the night of the summer training camp, when we were talking about ghost stories. Even though my way of speaking and the content of the story are scary, they are very popular with Chubo who loves such stories. As a result, the annual big event of the summer training camp has become the rule of "Direc
"Hmm, I'll ask again, is it really okay?""yes?" While skillfully spinning a ballpoint pen with his finger, the one who asked me with a sweaty face was my interviewee──"Niko Nico Mart", the manager of a slightly minor convenience store. In order to get a part-time job at a convenience store in a certain prefecture, a certain city, and a certain place, I just had an interview with this bar-code-headed old man whose face was shining with sweat. Was there a problem? At the end of the interview, he asked me with a somewhat apologetic look. What is it?“No, I think you probably also applied for a part-time job because you were attracted by the hourly wages here.” Hoho, this old man knows all too well. However, I feel that nodding honestly may be subject to deduction of points, so I try to make a well-behaved smile."No, no, that kind of thing.""It's okay, it's almost like that. Everyone, it's not a city here, and an hourly wage of 1,300 yen is attractive, isn't it?""Haa""But it's ab
Is it welcoming, or is it newcomer bullying? On the day of my first day at work, late at night the day after my interview, I got a glimpse of such a phenomenon for the first time in my life.◆◆◆"I'm 25, hey, that's annoying." The first person I met on my first day at work was Mr. Aoyama, the most veteran of the late-night group. I'm shy, but I'm thankful for him. I was a newcomer, and he carefully taught me about work."If there's anything you don't understand, don't hesitate to ask me. I'm a newcomer with high expectations.""Expectations?"“No, the store manager said that this child will last a long time!”"Oh, yeah""It's not only late at night, but because this place is a place, there are times when people don't come in until morning. Saying that, he tapped me on the shoulder. I had a strong image of being idle rather than busy when I heard that it was late at night, so I'm quite happy to be able to buy time by talking. I feel like I'm stealing my salary, but when I said t
"Oh, that story, do you want to hear it?"“Just in case."Yeah, but maybe it's better not to say it."“Hey, Aoyama-san."If you ask me, I'll be scared.""It's okay, I'm not scared.""Hmm, but I won't tell you. Sometimes it's better not to know." Hey. I won't say it after all."Hey, don't make that face." Saying that, he poked me in the cheek. In an instant, I get goosebumps from the nape of my neck to the bottom. Ah, there was something in front of me that looked even more frightening than a ghost..."If you want to know so much, why don't you ask Takenaka directly next time?""Mr. Takenaka...? Same late at night..."“Yes. Girl's mind……. Hahaha. Aoyama-san, you've already completed the construction of your heart."He's one year older than Hakamada-kun. He doesn't really talk much, but he's a good boy." don't you talk I'm a little worried about whether it would suit me, who tends to be shy."It's okay, if you get along well, you'll be able to speak as it is.""I hope so." It's