Chapter 103: The Dreamer

Kurapika touched "her" face, regardless of the kind of smile she kept wearing.

Even that despair, which inexplicably matched any smile, had vanished from her eyes.

The facial expression matched the emotion in the eyes.

This face looked very much like when I asked the three people on the other airship, when I asked Chrollo on the cliff.

But more importantly, his eyes were wide open, eerie and unexpected.

It was the same face of the person Kurapika was familiar with.

Wearing the face of the person she was looking to bring back, "she" also touched her own face and whispered.

"-I... smile...?"

Hearing the word "Sora," it was too late; everyone other than Kurapika said "What?" and "Huh?"

Only Kurapika looked as if she were about to cry at any moment, but even so, she was smiling with a face that could be called a smile rather than a cry.

"... Didn't you notice?"

Kurapika stroked "Sora's" hand, as if to confirm he was there, that he was still alive, that he had left, and continued to say with a smile.

Kurapika's words, the divine revealed for the first time, sounded too much like a human's tone; it was originally the result of anger, but the emotion in the tone was relief and joy.

As if in response to that joy, "Sora" smiled again.

As usual, in "Sora's" smile, his eyes were engraved with helpless despair.

Finally, the long-awaited "correct answer" appeared.

Loneliness, as if regretting the end.

"Yes. Because the future you pointed out like that is a narrow future I can ignore.

Hoo hoo... It was worth it to limit myself from seeing my own future not only through 'shiki' but also by imitating 'manaka'. Thank you. I'm a little surprised."

Kurapika's smile twisted slightly at "Sora's" answer, but it was painful.

"Sora" held his twisted smile with both hands, caressing it with his fingertips, a hollow answer, the smile still carrying an eerie harmony.

"Do you think you created a new world line, a new possibility that even I didn't know about?

I am very sorry. I completely ignored it because it was thin and small, but this world was there from the beginning. It is one of those common Parallel World that differentiate slightly and eventually join the mainstream.

But even in that, you don't have to look like that, because it is a world line that can broaden the path to a better future."

"... I don't know at all if I'm taking the last bite or getting comforted."

Kurapika responded honestly to "Sora's" words, let go of the hand "she" was using to cover her face, and was no longer the usual Kurapika.

Kurapika felt disgusted by Sora's words and deeds, not knowing if they were intentional, and was stunned by the four of them, who looked at Kurapika as if she were somewhat happy." he asked.

Because he was not good at thinking about good or bad, he must have come to this conclusion: rather than thinking for himself, he should ask himself.

In fact, this was a subtle point; asking was definitely faster than thinking.

Looking back, Kurapika was surprised by Sora as usual, but he could not hide the joy of understanding her and answered without hesitation.

"Yeah, Gon wants to deny that 'she' has no heart, but he can't; really, there is nothing.

... But, first of all, the 'nothingness' we define and the 'nothingness' she defines are different things. So we think 'she' has a heart, we measure 'she' with our ruler, believing she has a heart.... This 'Sora' has been me from the beginning... or rather, as Gon said, it's just that Sora has no heart.

Just don't think about it in a complicated way, but think about it to a degree more than the heart itself can do."

"No, I don't understand what you mean."

However, Leorio and Killua rushed into Kurapika's answer at the same time.

After being answered by Kurapika, Gon's neck tilted deeper; because there were not many hypotheses for Senritsu, he gave up on understanding and just gave a wry smile.

Kurapika showed a dissatisfied expression and asked Kurapika, "Why don't you understand?", and Sora responded with a smile.

Her smile was more delicate and feminine than Sora's, and although her eyes still carried despair, the amusing gesture at this moment was definitely Sora's.

For some reason, Kurapika's "answer" seemed to be persuaded by feeling rather than reasoning.

"To you, 'nothingness' does not exist, but to me, 'nothingness' means that even if it exists, it has no meaning.

Simply put, because I am 'everything' itself, because I have countless infinite values and meanings, all mutually exclusive and canceling each other out, the result is zero. It's like mixing light of all colors to get white.

It is not nothing; it is nothingness because it is everything. That is the original 'me'..."

That's why I feel it's strange to despair. Whether it's your definition or mine, if you don't have a heart, you shouldn't even despair, but even if you give up everything, despair, if you keep smiling, you will say, 'Saying you have no heart, you are stupid, this is a lie.' People think this is natural."

"Sora" chuckled, not caring at all even if Kurapika stared at him smiling. And I will explain the difference in the definition of "nothingness," which is a gap humans cannot fill.

Regarding the difference in the definition of "nothing," everyone including Senritsu agreed with this explanation. By the way, I also understand why her behavior is so annoying.

However, precisely because I was sure that a question was raised normally, Killua said it out loud.

"Then what exactly are you, do you have a heart, make it clear."

"No."

Just as I said, Killua's temples were covered with blue veins, and he immediately put on a smile that looked like an idiot.

However, before Killua could shout, "Don't be stupid!"

"No matter what I do, I have no heart. But it is just a void... I am no longer 'I'. I am an entrance that can draw everything from 'nothing', a connection to the sea called 'nothing', a sponge that can absorb and discharge water in the sea. I hope you think so.

If you think Sora's 'heart' is the filter paper on the 'nothing' faucet I drew... the color the sponge absorbs, then you think I have a 'heart'. I'd be..."

Killua, provoked by the "hollow" answer, was the first to understand, his eyes widening.

And those round eyes suddenly became gloomy, as if to cover up the frustration of not noticing a simple thing, saying, "So that's it," and then clicked his tongue.

Not only Gon, but even Leorio asked Killua for help, asking the meaning of "Sora's" answer with his eyes, so Leorio thought Leorio should try a little harder, but he couldn't confirm his answer.

"... Because of the form of the 'body', the capacity is limited, you know everything, but you can only draw it out when needed, otherwise it will run out of capacity quickly. It will break, right?

And, although Sora is crazy, isn't he influenced by values that we humans can understand?

That's why if it were true, you and we certainly wouldn't care if the world were destroyed, but because of the value of 'Sora' in your heart, you should deny the feeling of 'we are hurt' and sadness. Even if you know something, Sora cannot stop it, pull it out, and you won't think about it. It is Attach, so you can draw anything, so you cancel each other out and you are nothing."

"Correct answer."

Sora smiled in response to Killua's answer and clapped his hands, but now that he knew her situation, he was not happy at all, because he knew this was a pre-established harmony.

Thus, Killua glared at Sora and said "uzeeyo," but he felt no fear, suspicion, or anger from the doubt that Sora might be harmed.

When Sora was acting silly, there was only the frustration that came when Sora was making fun of him.

"It was I who created the personality of 'Sora,' but it was Sora's thoughts that created and nurtured my 'body.' It represents the emotions Sora carved."

For me, I knew from the very beginning that all hopes and expectations in this world were denied. However, the moment I found my own hope and expectation, Sora could not give up even if crushed. I gave up, because I knew that giving up and despair were the final salvation, but I always looked forward to something breaking through that abandonment.... I think that is why I 'smile' in despair.

I have no will. Because there was none from the beginning. The remains of a heart named Sora nurtured this body. I am merely reacting to what would happen if she received this information. To me, this is no different from the reflex reaction of withdrawing when you touch something hot.

That is why all my reactions come from Sora. If I smile happily, I am not happy, but it is fun for Sora. You smile happily, and I am happy; you smile pitifully, and it means I pity you."

After adding more to Killua's answer, "Sora" still smiled so naturally that it was hard to believe she had no heart, yet continued to speak hollowly, making him unable to believe she had one.

"Even so... I know you are desperate, but I didn't expect that you hadn't given up on your expectations and hopes, to the point where you could still smile when in despair. On top of that, I don't know if I should give up on claiming to be omniscient, let alone omnipotent."

The words he said seemed surprising, but "Sora" said them with the greatest joy and happiness.

He smiled innocently like a child, ecstatic at the unexpected development of a skit he had already grown accustomed to and tired of watching.

However, those eyes did not change at all.

Just as I told Kurapika, I must have completely forgotten some impossible things I had overlooked, but this was not entirely unexpected. I had a moment of surprise, but that helpless despair clearly indicated that the surprise only ended at the level of "Oh, come to think of it, there's this too."

I had thought Sora wouldn't do that, but when I knew it was definitely Sora's despair, her smile was sadder than what was in her eyes.

Giving up on despair, even if it is the final salvation, cannot mean giving up the smile of not abandoning hope and expectation; it is an unspeakable tragedy, the "worst" or "despair."

"Don't make that kind of face."

"Don't worry. When I sleep, Sora doesn't remember anything about me. If she could recognize a part of me, it would be the second dance from four years ago, and she would die again, so she will never go to recall it. So forget the despair of this resignation."

"Having forgotten this salvation, just like you, she found an unshakable, indomitable 'meaning' in my 'meaninglessness,' living with a hope that transcends 'death.' I will go."

Realizing that Sora's situation could not be saved, Kurapika and the others seemed to be silent in regret for their own helplessness.

I smiled and told you.

I asked Gon and the others, and they all could not answer.

As "", this answer was meaningless and had no value.

However, as "Sora," it was the only answer.

The Goddess answered the reason she wanted to live, even though it was an answer she had reached herself.

"I will live. No matter how I struggle, it will eventually end in 'death,' but Sora will still live on."

"In all the hardships, tragedies, and despair, we struggle, we struggle, and then we reach the end. Although I don't want it to end, it is hard for me to find an ending that satisfies me."

"It doesn't have to be unexpected, mediocrity is fine too, everyone says just a good ending is fine, thinking of the ending, the grand finale, in order to welcome... Sora wants to continue living as usual, the struggle of dying as usual."

He smiled innocently, looking forward to his answer, without a doubt that the grand finale would come one day.

With that touch of a smile, the helplessness of despair still strangely merged into one.

Despair, giving up, yet that smile that would never lose hope seemed to be what "she" said, an ending Sora would not let go of either.

I don't want to die, I don't want it to end, but I don't want to make my children, friends, and loved ones sad, even if they regret saying goodbye. Even if I agree to perish at the same time as my own time, I still look forward to the "after" and entrust it to it, the ending I want, even if no one can explain the meaning of it, I don't let go.

Indeed, not being indomitable is a loss, this is a matter of course and a daily routine, the ending, the grand finale.

"She" spoke of important and loving things and embraced herself.

The important thing leading to the end is to use oneself and utilize oneself. 'Body partner'... Sora held her like a treasure.

"... Really."

Although Kurapika still could not erase the pitiful expression in his eyes when he answered "Sora" and "Sora," he smiled again as if relieved.

Based on the answer I gave, "she" is definitely Sora.

At the very least, the smile "she" revealed was undoubtedly something Sora struggled for and would not let go of, something he carefully grasped and protected.

The person I want to Recapture is right in front of me, but not out of my reach.

Kurapika smiled because he was finally able to put it back within his reach.

"Then, let's start talking about business, shall we?"

"What's wrong?"

Hearing Sora's words, Kurapika unconsciously parroted back, and was mocked by Sora.

I thought "Sora" and "Sora" were different things, my heart full of vigilance, fear, and anxiety, and as a result, everyone including Kurapika forgot why "she" was here.

"To you, 'I' am really neither a God nor a Holy Grail, but just 'Sora'."

"Did I tell you? I don't have to tell you guys this. I am here to fulfill your wishes."

"... Do you think I wish for something in this process?"

Kurapika remembered his words and felt embarrassed for completely forgetting, although Sora might not have realized this, he clung to "God" and longed for his own happiness as earnestly as when he made his Escape from "four" years ago. I was embarrassed by this, so I blushed and answered somewhat bluntly: "I don't want it."

The reaction was mostly to cover up the embarrassment, but the answer was the true intention.

Regarding "Sora," "nothing more than a one-time 'Holy Grail' to fulfill wishes" is completely correct, so regardless of whether there is a risk in Sora fulfilling his own wish, I want to treat her as a "Holy Grail." I have no intention of using it as...

Knowing Kurapika's feelings, Leorio said: "What a waste. If you don't want anything, give it to me." Gon didn't care about his wish, and he asked: "By the way, why only Kurapika??"

"She" had no malice, her words and deeds were indeed a realm of insight and sensibility that humans could not understand, but if you understood that Sora's heart was faintly colored there, you would never be able to understand it again.

It is good to be in such a relaxed state, but Kurapika felt from the bottom of his heart that he could not relax even a little bit more.

By the way, Killua, who had no sarcasm and asked no questions, had not completely forgotten Kurapika's request, and Senritsu, who had given up on understanding "Sora" in detail, was softened by the other's heartbeat. Cute jealousy.

Just as Kurapika himself said, with almost no tension now, "Sora," who had never existed from the beginning, answered Gon's question with a comical laugh as usual.

"Because Sora loves Kurapika, Kurapika's happiness is Sora's happiness. So Sora's wish is Kurapika's wish. Sora's right belongs to Kurapika."

Kurapika, who had not yet completely let his guard down, was struck by thunderous lightning, his face turning red, and he crouched on the spot.

Sure enough, not expecting him to be so open-minded, Killua also forgot his jealousy... or rather, he sympathized with Kurapika normally. Being told this in front of others was more embarrassing than happy, and I felt like I was going to die, and because I have a similar personality, I understand Kurapika's current mindset best, and my sympathy outweighs my competition.

Anyone can imagine how Kurapika feels, even if it is not as much as Killua. If she could die of shame, Kurapika would definitely die now. Overkill is also a good place.

However, Sora, who knew Kurapika's mood and emotions yet could not understand them, also crouched down and asked, "Kurapika? Has your wish been granted?" Why must this Goddess continue to break the already broken air?

In this situation, if someone let me make a wish, the only thing I could think of is "Shut up."

Crouching down, looking at himself, waiting for Kurapika's "wish," Sora's eyes were still filled with despair; he had abandoned some major things, but he was full of hope, chasing his dreams like a child. Because I am smiling.

Even though I know the ending and cannot help but despair, I still look forward to new possibilities to overturn that ending, not letting go. Let the wish come true."

"…………You big idiot!!"

Sora's eyes held despair, smiling with anticipation as if it were a matter of course; he temporarily vented his anger with words and iron claws, not knowing if it made sense, only to be stopped by Gon and the others. Kurapika declared that he was completely disgusted.

"Then, first of all, you should be happy!"

Kurapika's half-crying, half-ringing red ears and "wish" made Gon and the others freeze for a moment.

Kurapika went mad without noticing the reaction behind him, perhaps because his shame had reached its limit; his head was bleeding.

"Whatever you say, I will return it to you! Even if I am happy, even if I don't need anything, I cannot be happy sitting cross-legged on top of your pain and hardship!!"

If you want me to be happy! If you want my wish to come true! Take better care of yourself, rely on me, be happy!! You fool!!"

Kurapika spoke his true feelings, simultaneously gripping the head of the person who told him to take care of himself, almost crying.

If there is a wish I want to realize, there is a wish I want to Stick to: a Miracle, God, or the Holy Grail.

He wanted to erase the past of the Kurta Massacre, and of course, he wanted to revive his family and close friends. There are too many wishes I want to make without considering the consequences or sacrifices; I want to Stick to them without considering the consequences and sacrifices.

The reason Kurapika did not state his wish, and the reason he said there was no need to make the wish come true, was because he had no confidence that he could restrain himself once he said it.

So I said nothing; I didn't want to show my pitiful or ugly side, but even so, I was too naive. I couldn't help but look forward to the happiness of Kurapika's wish being granted, even though I knew the despair. When I saw her smile, I could no longer bear it.

Embarrassed or pitiful, I want to cling to him.

Not for the Holy Grail, not for a Miracle, but for happiness itself.

Kurapika frantically begged Sora to grant his wish.

I said the same inseparable wish: "I want to be happy" and "I want you to be happy."

"……Ahahahaha!

Is that so. Not as the 'Holy Grail,' but as 'Sora,' as you wish."

"'Sky'! Don't laugh, resist a little! I can hear some squeaking, but are you okay!?"

"If you are serious about your wish, let go now!! I know you want to split heads, but let go!!"

Just as Kurapika decided to use his iron claws, "Sora," who had been listening to Kurapika's will, smiled calmly while the iron claws were still active; perhaps his hostility had returned, and he patted Kurapika's head to stop him.

Kurapika was already disheveled, his heart about to explode in vain, but his breathing was disordered and rapid because he had just shouted all sorts of things aggressively; Leorio and Senritsu rubbed his back. However, the person being bitten made the iron claws creak, as if this too were the work of a god, or perhaps Sora was simply smiling like a strong person.

"Huhu, that is indeed the case. With your personality, it is impossible to let yourself be happy.

……Then, I will only tell you one 'answer.' After that, do your best to make Sora realize it."

""……Answer?""

Kurapika, who should have had his wish granted, had many pitiful things happen instead; Gon and Killua began to think it was time for Sora to return seriously, parroting back the word "Sora."

I just wanted to know what kind of answer was needed for the wish Kurapika had made with all his might earlier.

I never thought Gon would set aside Killua's competition and jealousy and finally think, "I feel sorry for Kurapika."

"Sora" said calmly to Kurapika, who was still panting.

"Kurapika.

Chrollo is called Sora. The body Kara through ""I I request

and you"" I was in that emptiness, I had a dream called 'Sora'."

"?"

His face was still very red, and his breathing had improved quite a bit.

"That is not my word, it is a fairy tale writer's word, but it is Sora's favorite word."

To him, the Goddess said with a terrifying smile.

"'Love is a seeking heart. Love is a dreaming heart.'"

The second-hand words of the fairy tale writer from the fairy's mouth echoed inside the airship.

No, the sound would not echo from the way the room was made. Kurapika's head was buzzing.

For a moment, I could not understand the meaning of those echoing words, no longer thinking of them as just a string of sounds, but as time passed, recognizing them as words, understanding the meaning within; my face should be better. The heat is increasing.

Kurapika's neck, not to mention his ears, were bright red; "Sora" calmly stabbed at Kurapika, which was even more than the words he had just calmed down with.

"Come on, be careful.

You love and have fallen in love with Sora."

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Kurapika was still stunned for about a minute, thinking he had finally answered, but Kurapika, whose brain was still in a panic, kept repeating "Na," failing to say any meaningful words.

Even if she weren't an omniscient Goddess, I could guess what she probably wanted to say, "What are you talking about!?" It seems they will arrive, so Kurapika is the most pitiful culprit in the current situation.

"You don't have to be so shy.

"What!?"

I didn't realize myself, I was avoiding my eyes, I don't need to have a name, if it's just love, anything will do, as long as it becomes a reason to always be by my side. The "Sora" who asserted and exposed this also revealed that Kurapika could not give up; Kurapika looked around.

Just as "Sora" said, it wasn't that Kurapika's freezing and panic time was too long, and the effect of the surprise faded, but she was dumbfounded, or rather Kurapika was in a panic... I hadn't realized it yet. Among them, without exception, their faces showed strange expressions, as if they had been startled by something.

Of course, the feeling of the facial expression "Yes, I know" is accurate. Or rather, although it was only a subtle face, it was truly expressed. m.

The heat on me rose again, and the nameless feeling I hadn't realized at all until now was completely unhidden, but at the same time, there might be another person here who noticed. Moreover, this possibility caused Kurapika's face to turn blue this time.

Gon and Leorio began to worry about Kurapika's behavior because they had expected her face to be redder, not expecting her to turn blue. I will put my hand on his shoulder to tell him.

"It's okay, Kurapika.

Sora in love loves dreams because I am too pure, I don't know much about love. She is sensitive to kindness and feelings, but when it comes to love for her or the love she holds, she is dull, so Sora didn't notice anything about you or Killua."

"Or rather, because Sora is so dull, if you don't realize this and take action, even after 100 years, you will still be Sora's 'little brother,' so this is my Suggestion."

"Not a chaser, a terminator, that's it!!"

"Hey! Why are you quoting me!?"

Just as Kurapika said, the person I least wanted to be noticed by was not noticed, which made me breathe a slight sigh of relief, but that was the fact that I didn't consider myself a lover, so I said "Sora." The percentage of finishers is higher than followers.

And for some reason, Killua, who was hit by a stray bullet, blushed as much as Kurapika, pointed out that he was in love, denied that he was different, and that it had nothing to do with him. He objectively wondered to himself: "... Is this what I look like from the side?"

When he pointed at Killua, Kurapika also seemed to just be thinking, "Yes, I know."

"... I mean, you. Why are you saying that here? Everyone except those involved knew this from the beginning."

""Sorry!! Or rather, no! I am not in love!!"

When Leorio looked like he had eaten a few kilograms of sugar instead of bitter bugs, rushing into Killua's shouting and the frustrated Kurapika, Kurapika and Killua, instead of "Sora," said exactly the same thing and denied it.

Gon and Senritsu smiled bitterly at the situation, while the culprit continued to laugh amusingly, as if it were someone else's problem.

"Didn't I tell you? I came to fulfill Kurapika's wish. However, what Kurapika wants is not 'me,' but Sora, so she wants Sora to be happy, so I couldn't help but suggest how to make that wish come true. I just wanted to give it to you."

Kurapika. You know that in the sky on the day we met again, I thought I couldn't get Sora onto the airship, so I gave up, but I knew I could get it, but because of my distortion as a Magician, I didn't know how to get it. Even if you are at a dead end, you can still yearn for things.

The happiness she dreamed of, sweet and fleeting, naturally broke into reality."

"Sora" laughed amusingly, danced in circles happily, and told Kurapika the reason why he fainted, and what the "happiness" Sora longed for and craved was.

This sentence made Kurapika's face heat up again.

This time, it wasn't because she was embarrassed, but because those memories that revived in proportion to the gathered heat were so precious that they made her heart race.

When I hugged her tightly, I realized that the body I thought was no different from mine was thin and soft, very likely to be broken by a little thing, and definitely belonged to a woman weaker than me.

For better or worse, no matter what others said to him, he basically wouldn't get hurt, always flowing.

I thought you were an adult.

I always thought I was an upright, strong, and unswerving person, so much so that I would never be able to catch up to him, let alone stand by his side.

That day was the first time I felt she was "cute."

That day, Sora was so young, innocent, girlish, and cute, giving people the illusion of an age gap that shouldn't have passed.

I don't need a name, no matter what love is, if it's just a reason to be with her, I think that's fine. From the moment I knew I wasn't a strong person, from the moment I knew I was cute, fleeting, young, fragile, yet too kind, gentle, and full of love, a "Dream" sprouted just like that.

I thought I wanted a "Dream" the same as her "Dream."

From that day on, Kurapika continued to see her "Dream."

"... I don't mean to interfere at all. I will either say your 'Dream' out loud or hide it, and one day it will be called 'admiration' or 'dear' or something like that. It is up to you to decide whether to change or not.

However, even if you have realized this, moving your gaze away and continuing the vague sense of distance will increase the possibility of your wish being realized in the worst way, so this is my Suggestion."

Kurapika's face turned beet red and she fell silent again, but "Sora" jumped closer, pushing him away.

Still in the faint and fleeting "Dream World," not even realizing that she saw the "Dream World," she suddenly inserted something he was unsure of, but he pushed Kurapika away while still holding the thing inserted into him.

"Sora doesn't know what 'love' is, and at the same time, he doesn't understand 'love.' Is 'love' just a strong desire to be together, to never be separated, and to protect him from all harm? All kinds of hardships? I don't know if it's 'family affection.'"

After all, no one in Sora's "family" told me. I can't teach them, I don't understand the necessity of teaching them, because they don't know "love for family," so the feeling of a child wanting to be with someone, as a family, or whether he is in love, I don't know. Sora doesn't understand the distance between us as a family, let alone as friends.

So if you rewrite your "love" as "family love," Sora won't suspect anything. Because she is too far from her family, she doesn't understand the sense of distance at all, such as how close she is to her real family, how far she can forgive her, and where to draw the line. Even my values regarding sex were distorted by my family, and can even be covered up by 'family love.'"

Kurapika yelled at what "Sora" said with a sneer, but was too angry to speak.

Cowardly and despicable words are not enough. Sora's ignorance is so cruel that he can no longer call it "love." On the other hand, I realized that what I meant was not "if you want to do it," and I was speechless.

There is one more piece of advice.

Kurapika will use her ignorance to destroy what she dreams of and carefully protects in the worst way, but even if it's not Kurapika, anyone can do it.

What she mocked was not Kurapika, nor the man who could do such a despicable thing, but Sora himself, who was desperate after being destroyed without knowing it. That was a self-deprecating smile.

"... So you're telling me to be careful?"

Although I knew it was a warning, even though I knew Sora was self-deprecating because he was so ignorant and dangerous that he didn't realize himself, this ignorance was by no means Sora's fault. Born into a Magician family without feelings, it would be better to be thrown away, he was constantly hurt and distorted without knowing it, which is also the reason why he cannot tolerate "Sora's" mocking words.

Hearing this, "Sora" nodded as if relieved, and the smile changed from a sneer to a gentle one.

"That's right. Be careful about this, and teach your sense of distance to Sora. If you use the position of 'family' to go too far, she will use that as a natural distance. 'Family.' I don't know. I don't want to hurt Sora because of opposite-sex consciousness, to fill the loneliness of the person I care about being too far away. The 'Dream' is trampled."

Therefore, face the thoughts you create and cultivate and think about them. Then choose.

Say that thought out loud. Is it 'love' that can be broken in reality? Or 'love' that even distorts reality and overcomes reality?

Although they look very similar, they are completely different things. If you confuse them, it will be bitter, painful, and eventually break and disappear... Face it, so you won't regret it."

Sora's words, but too real, what is fulfilling Kurapika's wish, what is protecting Sora's happiness and dreams, finished with a motherly affectionate smile, "Sora" said, Killua, still being strangled by Gon, paused for a moment before muttering.

"... You said it well, but why did you say, 'reality is briefly broken,' assuming Sora would shake it?"

"I noticed, but don't point it out now!!"

Killua is also Killua, it's embarrassing to be pointed at, but Sora's cruel wound pointed at me again, and I remembered how dangerous it is to keep a strange distance just because of my pride. I was thinking about it, but I realized "Sora" was talking about the natural premise that 'love' would so naturally 'break reality,' and I couldn't help but fall into it.

And Kurapika seemed to have noticed it too, but if he cared, he would crush the 'love' he had just realized, so he seemed to ignore it and was angry at Killua's point.

I expressed a lot of sympathy for Kurapika who gave birth to me. After saying that, a childish battle almost broke out, but Gon bound Killua even tighter, and Kurapika was also bound by Leorio and Senritsu. It didn't break out.

By the way, I know the culprit, but none of them stopped, just smiled gracefully.

This Goddess is ruthless and vicious after all.

As if to prove that all Goddesses in the world are bad people, "Sora" did not stop the battle between Kurapika and Killua, but Leorio stopped him by strangling Kurapika's wings. When I was asked, "Do you want to set fire to something, or do you want to end it?"

"Neither. I'm just stating facts.

But Killua. I didn't say Sora would shake you, let alone Kurapika. I just said love is broken by reality."

"No matter how you look at it, it should be dumped!"

Leorio's line is more ironic than Leorio's question.

However, no matter how angry Killua was, the Goddess, like Sora, continued to smile and speak, only feeling that his awkward anger was cute.

"This is also a word from a fairy tale writer, but it's better for Killua and Gon to remember."

For some reason, this time, she was not referring to Kurapika, but to Gon, starting with "she."

A three-game winning streak told by a misanthropic fairy tale writer; he is desperate for love and never offers a Compromise.

"'Love bends in the face of reality, reality twists in the face of love, and love is powerless in the face of love.'"

It is beneficial to you. Sora currently loves the dream of love itself, but Sora loves you more than anyone else, so your "love" is very likely to win."

To use the words of the Goddess who quoted the fairy tale writer, this time the love-dream boys sank.

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Just feeling sympathy for the two whose hands were on the floor and could not lift their heads, but in order to quiet down for a moment, Gon breathed a sigh of relief. He asked "Sora" what he was interested in.

"By the way, why should I remember what I just said?"

For some reason, I am referring to myself rather than Kurapika; this is a normal question.

I am not sure if I am sensitive to romance, but if my feelings for Sora are the same as those of Killua and Kurapika, even if I am not aware of it, perhaps this Goddess has no Malice, but it is not good, it is just a fact, so it seems like it is about to be exposed, so perhaps from the perspective of the omniscient Goddess, Gon's affection for Sora is nothing more than affection.

However, if this thought is correct, he also cannot understand why he would bother to mention himself. Return.

"Whether you remember, forget, or didn't know from the start, the word itself does not mean changing your Fate. It is just

The one who became the crossroads of Fate with this sentence is not you, but the King who failed to become the benevolent beast."

Even after asking, I completely did not understand the meaning, but I did not want to ask for more details.

To Gon's answer, Sora only replied with a "It doesn't matter," then shifted his gaze from Gon to Kurapika, who was still full of shame and wanted to roll on the floor.

"Then, it is time for Sora to come back."

Saying this, Kurapika raised her head.

The blush on her face had still not faded, but her emotions were still contradictory, such as being angry or about to cry from being too embarrassed, as if regretting the parting, and as if relieved to finally see that person. She longed. I looked at "Sora," with a face of complexity and indescribable feeling.

"My Suggestion and the role Sora asked me to play have ended.

So, it is time to return this body to Sora and go to sleep. A dream without even a dream... it is all because there is nothing, no meaning"" I I will continue to sleep

Unlike Kurapika's face mixed with contradictory emotions, "Sora" reconciled the opposite emotions without any discomfort and said goodbye.

She told me with desperate and hopeless eyes that she was dreaming, and with a gentle smile, she hoped for an infinite future.

Kurapika asked the boy the last question, Kurapika pointed out to the Goddess that he was seeing a "dream," the Goddess said he had a "dream," not even a dream, nothing, no expectations, which is why he did not despair.

"——Do you not have a 'wish'?"

Ask the Goddess if she has a wish.

"What do you want, what do you hope for?"

Ask the Goddess who cannot see "dreams" if she has a dream she wants to see.

"Then——is this something I cannot agree to?"

To God, he repeatedly said arrogantly: "I will fulfill your wish."

The Goddess did not answer.

Just like when I pointed out that he was smiling, he forgot the smile and the despair, and did not even look back at me.

To her, Kurapika's words were nothing more than preset harmony, ordinary and mundane things.

However——"Sora" answered.

Even if it is ordinary, mundane, boring, and uninteresting, "Sora" would still answer with a smile.

"I have one."

Just like proving that he has the function of a god, but he is by no means a god, not a god who is desired, obsessed, or prayed to, and certainly not a god who does not allow anyone to make wishes, be obsessed, or pray. She told Kurapika a wish she wanted to realize.

"To live."

Ordinary, mundane, boring, uninteresting... "She" herself understands better than anyone, wants to know the meaning more than anyone, the only wish.

Knowing the inescapable purpose born from within, knowing that there is nothing else but to rush toward that purpose, the original desire was still born.

Although it is "her" own desire born from "her," "she" can never understand, and there is no meaning in leaving "her."

"You... you all survived.

Knowing that it will end one day, but I still struggle, struggle, continue to struggle, struggle, continue to struggle, living as if it is taken for granted, and one day it will end as if it is taken for granted.

Then... please tell "me" one day, even if it is the end.

Why do you want to "live" so much, what is the reason? The meaning of your birth and survival.

One day, all possibilities will come, the time when world lines converge will come, and we will reach the end. No, I think this is a good ending, the final finale... one day, "" I will show

This is "my" hope and wish for you. I can never do it, so I can only wait and see."

Because he is omniscient, he cannot even struggle.

An impotent omnipotence far from being all-powerful, so he entrusts his wishes to those who can only struggle.

In his own emptiness, "Sora" made a wish to the boy who possessed sweet, fleeting, fragile, and childish dreams; he found a dream and tried to fill the emptiness with "dreams."

"——Ah. Understood."

Accept the request.

"Live on.

Until the very last moment, "" even if you return, you can say 'it was meaningful' there."

Kurapika smiled slightly embarrassed and promised.

She tried to fulfill my wish, she fulfilled it a long time ago... I received "Sora's" empty wish, she possesses the Goddess function that makes happiness itself active.

However, my dream is just to continue to struggle with "I want to live" until the end of time.

Just, a promise.

However, "Sora" smiled happily at this promise.

"Yes. I am looking forward to it."

Saying this while smiling and covering his eyes with his right hand.

Precisely because of this, that smile appeared pure, happy, and blissful.

"If you make a promise, 'this' is the reward for it."

Long time no see, Kurapika. ————Next is two years later." See you in the Ark Arc.

"What do you mean?" Before Kurapika could ask back, he leaned forward.

I hurriedly hugged Kurapika, and then she fell to the ground and asked: "Hey!? Are you okay!?"

Seeing the lifted face, Kurapika gasped.

"……Hmm……Hmm? This place……Hmm? ……Kurapika?"

Even after blinking a few times, it was still a blank slate……no submission, no despair, filled with death; it was not the beauty of heaven where one should only see death, but a deep, rich royal blue. Thus, those eyes, which were not the color of the farthest sky, looked up at Kurapika.

Unlike the real and hollow emotions produced by the conditioned reflexes cultivated by your body, you exposed the emotions you saw, heard, and perceived, and……don't you get bored of the obvious? Being able to reach the bottom of her heart, she widened her eyes in surprise and said.

"Eh? Why……here? Eh? I mean, why has your eyesight become so good? Or rather, where is this? What happened to the Phantom Troupe? Gon and Killua——"

"————Ah, you idiot!!!"

I woke up……Sora, who returned from the "sky" to Sora's side, naturally could not understand the current situation; he was still hugging Kurapika with a blank look on his face, yelling at Sora with a face that looked like it was about to manifest.

There were many things that could have been scolded, but even so, not expecting to be scolded without an explanation of the situation, Gon and the others, although a bit weak, were relieved. Sora woke up and drove normally.

"Sora" had also become smaller, because it was definitely "Sora," but "Will Sora really come back normally? Even if his personality recovers, won't he remember unnecessary things?" I couldn't shake that anxiety, so when I saw the undistorted Sora, I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief from the bottom of my heart.

The same was true for Kurapika.

"Oh, really! How can you really be such a miraculous idiot!?"

Seeing Sora's foolish apology, Kurapika became even angrier at Sora's stupidity, and even Sora was so confused that he closed his mouth.

Kurapika increased Sora's confusion.

"You are really, really, really stupid! I told you yesterday! I have to forgive you!

You forever hehe flower I told you no!!"

Kurapika hugged Sora with all her might, and while digging a grave on the same level as the Goddess, she laughed and pointed out that she had already sunk.

Later, I will definitely regret my words and actions and want to die of shame, being told "Explosion" by Leorio, looking like he had finished all the honey, and I started getting angry again, Gon. Knowing about the fight with the stopped Killua, and continuing to receive the lukewarm gazes of Senritsu and Gon, but now all of that doesn't matter.

Now, all that is needed is Sora's warmth; he has finally recovered.

I thought "sky" must be "Sora."

Kurapika, of course, saw "Sora" in that lonely "her," that "her" who was ruthless, hollow, and had nothing.

Perhaps it was nothing more than a "dream" that forcibly connected trivial things, but for Kurapika, "she" was definitely "Sora."

That is why I did not want to treat it as a tool to grant wishes.

That is why I wanted to make "her" wish come true.

But……even so, for Kurapika, she was not the person she wanted to take back, living as usual, dying as usual, wanting to integrate her into the ordinary, living Together as usual.

For Kurapika, the only "dream" he struggled for was the Sora in his arms.

She was far from an ordinary or common way of life, but she was the only one who continued to fight more than anyone else with pure common sense, the initial wish "I want to live."

So I continued to hug the finally recovered Sora.

I didn't know what to say or what to think.

Kurapika herself did not follow Sora's Suggestion, "Speak your feelings, measure the correct distance," out of fear, I kept hugging her so that she would never be separated from me again, so that no one would take her away from me.

"……Kurapika"

In Sora's view, as soon as he woke up, he suddenly yelled at something incomprehensible, but perhaps it was hugged too tightly, making him feel pain, and he said nothing.

So, I shouted in a voice that was clearly still confused.

Wrapping my arms around Kurapika's back.

Pulling her, she just said what she wanted to say, because she didn't understand anything.

"I'm back"

I told him I was back, and this is where I was coming back to.

With this sentence, Kurapika's arms, which had originally disregarded Sora's will and turned into a cage to trap her, lost their strength.

I lost my strength, but I still didn't let go of Kurapika.

Because I knew that once I let go of this woman, she would fly away on her own, not knowing how others felt.

So at least, a little longer.

While thinking about such things, while making a wish……while having a faint dream, Kurapika replied.

"—Welcome back"

I will tell you, this is where you are coming back to.

The long night ends.

It can be said that the main part of the Yorkshin version ends here.

The next long epilogue.