Just like when I was small and even at this age, when it became difficult for me to casually visit Rumi and Naori in their house, I would visit them using this excuse without much resistance.
And perhaps the one who was most pleased with that was uncle.
I am a good conversation partner for my uncle.
And for me, it was an important time that gave me a new stimulation.
After a while, the train arrived at the station and we went out of it and changed to the bus.
It’s not far enough from here by bus.
LaLaport during Golden Week was naturally very crowded. So, after we finish the movie, I really want to head straight home.
Probably Naori too— As I looked towards her thinking on those lines, she already had a scowl on her face.
I issued the Tickets from the lobby of the movie theater, then found a bench and somehow settled down.
We have a little more time until the movie time.
But it’s too early to relax.
If we go to a general store or to a bookstore just because we have free time, we definitely won’t be able to make it in time for the movie screening.
“Today, by chance did you get a call from onee-chan?”
I was shocked.
As soon as I sat down on the bench beside her, Naori suddenly said those words.
“Why?”
“When I woke up, she wasn’t home. Even my father said he didn’t know anything either.”
“Well, probably, she went for club activities.”
“I guess, that’s what I also thought.”
While looking at her toes, Naori said that monotonously.
I couldn’t comprehend why she suddenly asked such a question.
After that, we somehow just sat there together in silence.
When I started fiddling with my smartphone, Naori took out her novel from her bag and started reading it.
Curious on what she was reading, I peered in and saw that the author’s name was Takehiko Fukunaga.
The title is “Flying man in the Abandoned City”.
Takehiko Fukunaga, huh?
I think he was Natsuki Ikezawa’s father. Was he involved with Mothra?
But, that’s all I knew about the author.
–I had never read it.
Naori is not tied to any specific genre.
She is into novels, movies and anime. She touched everything that interests her.
She greedily tries to take in as many things as possible.
I was only used to reading detective novels.
Ever since I started talking about various things with Naori, I started to dabble into various genres.
I wanted to catch up with Naori, so I borrowed a lot of books from uncle.
I also went to the city library because I wanted to surpass Naori.
Even so, Naori was still reading novels which I don’t know anything about.
No matter how much time passes, I will probably never be able to catch up with Naori.
That kind of inferiority complex sealed the happenings I could have with my first love in the same way as it did with my studies.
I regarded ourselves as rivals without her permission, accepted my defeat without permission, and gave up on trying anymore without her permission.
Naori probably doesn’t even think of me as a rival.
She only thinks of me as a companion.
That’s why I wanted her to be conscious of me, as someone who was fighting her all the time.
It was just like some solo sumo wrestling.
But, if Naori does likes me, as Rumi says, then maybe all my actions up until now weren’t for naught.
That means she was aware of me all this time.
But then isn’t that more than enough?
Then what are you confused about?
You like Naori, you wanted her to be conscious of you, and now you have accomplished it, right?
I hear that voice in my head. Even though I thought I had already settled the score, but then why all this now? What happened at that time, will remain that only.
The movie I saw today certainly had a typical storyline.
And yet, somehow I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen for even a second.
I couldn’t even move, it was as if the chair and my body had become one.
The settings and gadgets were indeed fancy. But probably I became more interested in the generic, cheap story that it was telling.
A man who invented a time machine falls in love with a woman in the past.
The story was then changed to the man being tormented by choosing between his future wife and that woman from the past.
Before I knew it, I had Rumi and Naori associated with those two women.
To whom did I put the either to?
Which one did the main character choose?
I won’t disclose.
We leave the theater while discussing about that story. The inside of the mall was still bustling with noise. There is even a feeling that the number of people has increased. It was now evening, so it’s kind of understandable. It seems better to leave earlier than the prescribed time.
“As always, it was a movie that chefs seem to prefer, don’t you think so as well? However, if you write a formula on the blackboard, it will look like “Interstellar” after all. I wonder if the director knew that the hurdle was quite high while trying this out.”
Leaning against the handrail of the atrium, Naori began to talk about her impressions on the movie.
Following her, I also rest my back on the handrail.
“Certainly. Christopher Nolan really knows how to deal with it, Getting physicists to actually calculate the gravitation representation in the fourth and fifth dimensions. Probably there’s no better presentation for those who want to see what’s written by him. Well, I don’t know what is being written in those notes actually, but if you are allowed to see those representations being done on screen, the persuasiveness of your work by that alone increases exponentially. Speaking of the use of blackboard, probably the movie named, ‘The Man Who Stole the Sun’. Was also quite the same”
“It was the scene of the atomic bomb formula I think, though not a blackboard. But talking about realistic ones, the Japanese movie, ‘Shin Godzilla’ was quite real.”
“Well, It was a movie that thoroughly and realistically portrayed the mental simulation of what would happen if a monster would actually come, including the opinions of the Self-Defence Forces. That is the type of movie that is actually good. Something that I would actually want to watch. Or in simple language, it would be just the best.”
End Of Chapter
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