As Mom and Dad disappeared, a luxurious door appeared in front of me. Does this mean that I have to go through here?
Mom said that there was still one more ordeal left, so I'm sure that this isn't the goal…… I wonder what kind of ordeal awaits me next?
Taking a deep breath in front of the door, I gathered my resolve and opened it.
[……What is this?]
I opened the door, wondering what kind of severe ordeal awaits me, and how harsh of a place I would be moving to but…… in the scenery I arrived in…… there wasn't anything stopping me at all that I kind of felt like it was anticlimactic.
There is only one road that goes straight ahead, and everything else is just grassland that goes on and on until it reaches the horizon……
Tilting my head, when the door closed after I entered…… The door disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place, and all that remained was the blue sky, the grass on the roadside, and the single road before me.
When I looked back, I only saw the same grasslands and the same road…… Does this mean I should go on this road?
There was a part of me that wondered if I really was supposed to go through this path, but deciding that I should just go straight down the path prepared for me, I started walking.
I wonder how far I walked? All of my gear except for my watch, clothes and shoes seemed to have disappeared as soon as I entered this space, so I have no idea what time it was…… but I think I've been walking for a few hours.
(T/N: I translated exactly as what the novel says. He has no idea what time it is. Yep, let's ignore the watch on my hand. Yep.)
However, my body doesn't feel fatigue, so it doesn't seem like I could get exhausted in this space…… However, unnn. So that's how it is…… This is "the final ordeal" huh.
Even with the distance I walked, nothing has changed. A single road, the grassland with no rocks or tree, the blue sky with no clouds or sun…… a space where I don't know how far or how long I have to keep walking to reach the end.
I guess this space itself is the ordeal for me. What I have to do is very simple…… I just need to keep walking along this straight path.
However, how many days would I have to walk? How many months? Or perhaps, how many years? I have to keep walking through this straight path with a body that doesn't feel fatigue. In other words, it's a test of endurance huh……
Alrighty then. No matter how many years or centuries it takes, I'll keep you company.
I've received the warm feelings of lots of people…… I've received courage from lots of people…… I'm filled with so much love that I couldn't carry them within my arms…… and I felt a reassuring push on my back.
That's why, I'm already alright…… for I'm filled with conviction.
My heart———– will never be broken again.
How many days have I walked? No, I have completely lost my sense of time already, so perhaps, I've already been walking for a few months.
How should I say this…… It kind of feels strange. My body doesn't get tired in this space. I also don't feel hungry and I don't feel sleepy.
However, I guess it should be expected, but my legs sometimes feel heavy from mental fatigue, so I have to slow down to regain my energy.
But strangely enough, my memory doesn't seem to be deteriorating. I can still remember the conversation with Alyssa and the others as if it were just a few minutes ago. Was this really a test of my mental strength?
Well, whatever the ordeal is, there's no point in rushing things. God only knows when this will end…… Literally speaking.
[……Let's say, if the world were a single story……]
There was nothing else to do but think as I walked, so somehow, I decided to sing a song. It was "A Small Story", which I learned from Illness-san and later learned that it was Kuro's song……
I really like this song, and I think that this really fits my current situation.
I walked. I just kept on walking. I don't know how long I've been walking, but I'm pretty sure it's been years.
I feel like I sang to the point where I can be called a good singer. However, I still didn't see the end of the road.
Feeble-hearted thoughts like how I might be going down the wrong path or how this path is never going to end but…… unnn, well, they're that.
I'm a living, breathing human being, I whine about things and things I hesitate about. The question though is what to do after that.
No matter how far this path is, if this road leads to where Kuro and the others are…… My feet will never stop.
That's why, I walked…… Along this path whose scenery doesn't change at all, I walked. No matter how far, no matter how long……
Somehow, I kinda feel like continuously walking down this road with no clear path ahead is similar to life itself.
How many years has it been? my sense of time has long since disappeared, so even though I feel like I've been walking for decades, in reality, only a year or so may have actually just passed.
If that's the case, is the end yet to come? However, I don't know if it's because of the space I'm in, but I don't feel like I've matured mentally…… No, well, I'm just walking after all, so I don't really think that would make me more mature or anything like that……
I thought for a moment that I could be calm and refined like Ozma-san, but I don't feel like I'm going to become like him anytime soon. I wonder if it has a lot to do with our life experiences and such things?
And as I continued to walk endlessly like this…… Some kind of idea popped up within your mind. I wonder what everyone else felt when they were in this situation?
For example, Isis-san…… It may actually be longer than I think, but she has lived through the thousand years after the Treaty of Friendship was signed, holding onto great loneliness within her heart.
For example, Kuro…… I don't know how old she actually is, but for tens of thousands of years, she has been searching for what she wanted since she was born.
For example, Alice…… Perhaps, for years far more than Kuro's age, she has been living with her best friends' last wish within her mind.
Moreover, how many years has Shiro-san lived? How many billions of years? How many trillions of years? Perhaps, it took even more time than that?
Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of millions of years…… Just saying it in words is quite easy. However, when I actually think about it, it's a really tremendous amount of time.
What kind of emotions did they have when they lived those long days? I thought that if it meant walking for a long time, I'd at least know how it felt but…… hmmm.
In the end, each life is different, and it may be difficult to truly understand how another person felt.
That's why, I try to imagine. In order to be closer to them, even if just a little bit, I want to share some of their emotions with me……
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