The sky was dark and black clouds covered the previously bright sky. Not long after, the clamor resounded. The old man standing on the tower cried out, “Runaway. The Himeo are coming straight this way. People who still have enough strength come together here. There must be time for the women and the children to flee. ”Another number of footsteps ran after the first old man. With something that can be picked up as a weapon

His mother hurriedly ran into the house to tear down everything needed, put it in a small bag, pulled the little sister up before trying to look for the boy's body, but couldn't find anything. This is different from a young boy who could see the vision more clearly than ever before The tears on my face slowly poured out into a stream.

His mother kept running from the house. And meet a middle-aged man in blood-drenched armor He rolled his eyes, looked at the mother's body, glanced at the old man's body drenched in blood from a distance. Temma remembered that he was one of those who ran after an old man who led the group against his enemies. The woman trembled, holding her daughter in her hand, preparing to turn and run away. But, not in time, the silver hunter in the other's hand swayed a fraction of her face.

The sharp marks on her face are called fluid as well. But that's not the same as the liquid from the tiny body in hand. Her eyes turned to the figure of her torn daughter. The red liquid flowed out, bathing the earth and grass. Not so far away, the weeping sounded. But that's not from you

"I'm sorry, Mother ... I made you die. I caused my mother and younger brother to die. I am sorry… ”The boy's body became even smaller. He raised her right hand, trying to hold him from crying further, but it didn't work out, she screamed as she hugged the body in her arms tightly. But it is not effective, the bodies cannot be connected any more The soldiers, seeing that scene, returned, even more, stepping towards her with a pair of weapons. Lifted it to cut off the body in two

"Who are you?" The man paused, as was the woman's body. She widened her eyes to look at the small figure behind the man in front of him. She did not delay, rushing over, pushing the soldier down until he collapsed. Holding up the boy in his arms, hugging tightly, the tears flowed out in a stream that could not be stopped again. The trembling mouth moved to his favorite song. Turning his back on the man as if trying to keep him safe from everything. Even though you know your destiny But she still smiled at him.

He in childhood saw nothing at all. But from the angle that Temma saw right now, it was a young man who was brutally slashing his sword in the middle of her back. But that didn't loosen the embrace she was holding in the slightest. Temma gritted his teeth firmly, looking at the man who tried to separate himself from his mother, both pulling and pulling. And when the childhood Temma was separated and stepped on her until she screamed. But she did not give up, stood up and rushed at the soldier until he staggered. She grabbed him in her arms as usual. Before all the senses of the temma return again Other soldiers who saw them. Running straight to help separate the two. And it was the Temma that gritted her teeth for sure, her eyes turned to the hard golden leaves of her sad face His right hand was used to hold the hilt of the sword. And when drawn up He heard someone's voice coming into his mind.

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"Remember this feeling For what purpose do you swing this sword on the day of your loss? Portraying you will never die. ”It was strangely familiar with it but was unable to imagine who the other was, making his once cold hand felt a little. The pain on his head remained. "Where's the answer, Temma?" Temma closed his eyes, looked deep into the picture, and saw an old man and three young women.

"Tsunase ..." The woman of the snow-skinned house smashed in the middle of his head with full force. Shouted in a loud voice, furious, pointing at the two red mushrooms. All of his memories slowly flowed out. Faded eyes faded, leaving only happy eyes “Thank you, Yoruhime-sama.” After finishing, he stepped towards the woman in front, smiling deeply.

“It's just a picture from the past. Mother has died. I can't dwell in the past. They were still waiting up there. I must not make her disappointed. Sorry, Mother. ”After all, the bodies of the soldiers or those around them all disappeared. He looked at the girl's body in front of him. Before walking to hug the other person tightly Her eyes widened before they weakened, tears and joyful smiles appeared.

"You've grown a lot… Temma." Temma smiled happily, finally, he was able to please her. "I wasted too much time on it that I didn't have a chance to speak to you seriously." The surroundings had changed without the slightest bit of knowledge.

"I haven't had a chance to apologize or tell you at all. How much I love you. I miss you the most. I want to live like this forever… Really. I want to apologize to Father… at least once. ”The woman smiled, even more, hugging her more tightly.“ I know… and we all know. ”Temma widened her eyes, looking at a familiar sight again. time The path cuts through the green meadow towards the shabby old village. They are still there, not going anywhere. All stood smiling at him. He left her and looked over at the man with the same color as his eyes flickered.

"Temma, I already told you ..." The father looked at his son, who had grown into a young man, rushed over to hug him without saying anything. He turned around to look at his wife a little, seeing that she nodded, turned around to look at his son, who was slightly different in height, hugged him with both strong arms. Silence formed Long enough for the son to let go Look at what dad intends to say

“We have never abandoned Temma, we are in here.” Then the big man poked his big finger on the left outside of the Temma. In which direction But it seems that I don't have to worry about you anymore. ”Temma stared for a long time before hugging him so tightly that he almost stopped. The father cried out while his mother laughed. Soon, Temma split up, turned around to hug Yuka, as if he had never seen her again, and turned back and smiled as naturally as possible.

"You are already dead."

"Yes, we are."

“I will not disappoint those of you who are watching. … Or sad like before, ”said Temma, stretching his chest, glancing at the old, decayed sword beside him. “You have never let me down, Temma,” his mother said to him, before turning to look at the middle-aged man with the same color as Temma.

"Will you go back with me?" Temma laughed and shook his head, "despite how much I want to go back. But I have a place where I have to go back. Father, thank you. ”Temma glanced before bowling the donkey for the last time. Without seeing the gentle gaze of the father who smiled kindly And when the time comes ...

"Alright, let's go back. This time is over, ”said the father, before the three walked away into the village in the midst of a happy atmosphere. With the eyes of Temma watching the three figures walk away until they go out of sight He sighed deeply, closed his eyes, filled his lungs with air, and then turned back towards his own path. His eyes, determined and calm, returned again.

"And I will not disappoint you guys today or the next day."