Chapter 152: Qinghai Sinks into the Blue Sky

"Sora!!"

A name that suddenly emerged, an existence I worry about, the only person I do not want to lose.

If you check the situation, you will fall and be ridden by Flame Soldier.

Kurapika did not see Leorio running to save her, nor did she see Flame Soldier attempting to kill her under Omokage's orders.

I answered the quiz that day with "silence," too frank and honest.

I took it out without hesitation, but when I realized it was not Sora who was hit by the Sea Demon Ball, and its power opened a hole in me, I gave it up even though I had no right to do so. But even so, Kurapika let out a heartbreaking sound as if her chest had been gouged out, and shouted.

"Flame Soldier!!"

Screaming and running.

I could not choose. No choice. Nevertheless, the reality of a dear friend I do not want to let go.

He called this boy who had his heart cut out but still loved him "Flame Soldier," and supported his tilting body.

Finally, Kurapika's hands reached Flame Soldier.

"... Sea, what do you mean?"

"Miss Sea! Why!?"

Gon, who regained his eyes after defeating Illumi's Doll, while looking at Omokage, asked about the shocking moment he witnessed before he could be happy about his victory and regaining his sight.

But Umi was blunt to both sides, simply answering without apology.

"Because I dodged, the girl on the straight line was hit. That is all."

Omokage glared at Umi's vague answer, and Gon looked at her with sad eyes, as if asking: "Why?"

Killua also looked at Umi this way, but unlike Gon, he had a "perhaps..." hypothesis in his mind, and if it were true... what kind of face should he make? I did not understand, just a sad look.

According to Umi, it was an accident; he did not consider that his Flame Soldier would not be entangled by his Magic, but I can think he did not mean it.

Just as Umi said, Umi's target was not Flame Soldier. He threw a Magic Orb at Leorio, who ran to help the outnumbered Sora.

However, Leorio noticed a Magic Orb approaching his back, and as a result, Flame Soldier, who was originally on a straight line, was harmed instead.

... At least, that is how it appeared on the surface.

Perhaps Omokage could designate and control every move of the Dolls, but it was not efficient, and giving them personalities had no meaning, so the orders given and the content of the manipulation were "defeat the enemy." The act of speculation itself was left to each Doll's personality, with the goal of "using them to obtain eyes" and the prohibition of "do not fight among the Dolls."

This is why you cannot directly attack Omokage or his pawns, the Dolls, but if you deliberately cause an "accident" like before... if you have luck and timing, it is possible.

And in last night's battle, Killua was also very capable; even if luck was bad, he could grasp the timing himself and pull him into it. I was reminded.

So Killua thought her words were just an excuse, and that she was actively attacking Flame Soldier.

I do not know if the reason for this attack was harassment of Omokage, or because he sympathized with Pyro, who had to hurt his best friend because he was being manipulated, or if it was related to his sister, a close call.

As for the motive, he knew it was nothing more than his own desire, without any basis, and he realized again that he knew nothing about Sea, so Killua just looked at her sadly; I just could not do it.

Unlike Killua, even if he sensed that Sea's actions were intentional, Omokage had no motivation to imagine her motives.

However, letting Sea sink now would be too much of a waste of time, Dolls, and aura, so Omokage clicked his tongue and spat out a line: "Remember this later."

"What are you angry about?"

"... I won't say thank you, but let's acknowledge it."

Although I was annoyed by Sea's attitude of completely ignoring my anger, I would accept this statement.

I have to admit, this is also the reason why I did not order the unarmed Kurapika and the others to attack.

Omokage shifted his gaze from Sea to them, hoping for some joy to overwhelm the irritation, as if to divert the irritation from Sea's obvious opposition.

... I focused on the tragedy between Kurapika and the Doll destroyed by Sea, leaving no geometric shape to retain its Flame Soldier form.

"Flame Soldier!?"

At the same time as Kurapika, Sora, who was being ridden by Flame Soldier, also forcibly stood up and shouted.

This caused Flame Soldier to lose the balance he could barely maintain and fall backward, but his small body was caught before his back and head hit the floor.

"Flame Soldier!!"

Kurapika held Flame Soldier, looked down and screamed, tears dripping from his scarlet eyes.

Flame Soldier looked at his sky-blue eyes and smiled faintly, but was truly happy.

"... I am glad... they called me 'Pyro'..."

"Of course!"

Kurapika said, holding Flame Soldier, who was much smaller and lighter than himself.

"You are the Flame Soldier born from my heart and desires... your feelings for me might be different from the real one... but you still have your own will! Even if that is my will. It is neither Omokage's, nor anyone else's, it is yours!!"

"So... you are my other best friend.... No matter how many times I abandon you, you still treat me as your best friend... how can you not be 'Flame Soldier'?"

I could hear Flame Soldier shouting at Sora, and before that I could hear his wailing. This is why Kurapika noticed it, just like Sora.

The Flame Soldier in my arms was not the soul of the Flame Soldier himself living in the Doll, nor was it a fake copy of Flame Soldier's thoughts.

Kurapika did not know Flame Soldier, not even Flame Soldier knew.

Kurapika still called him "Flame Soldier." Said you are my best friend.

This might be an insult to the real Flame Soldier. But even so, Kurapika could not let go of the fact that he "is not Flame Soldier."

It is not because it is convenient for me. Even if his heart was cut out, Kurapika still repeatedly told him "you are not the first," but he still voluntarily refused to fight me, calling himself a friend. Kurapika wanted to repay this friendship, so I could not let him go.

However, the wish did not come true.

From the beginning, I knew this would not come true.

After all, no matter how real this Flame Soldier's thoughts were, he... was just a Puppet.

"... You can abandon me... on the contrary, if you put me above Sora, I will be angry."

Flame Soldier forgave Kurapika's guilt with the gentle smile in Kurapika's memories.

He was still the Flame Soldier of his memories.

However, the chest pierced by the sea had no blood, no internal organs, and nothing came out. The inside was empty, and the skin gradually turned from pores to an inorganic gray.

"……Sea!!"

Although Sora could not see, he still stood up and shouted at his sister, likely sensing that Kurapika could no longer speak, because he felt the changes in his close friend, and even her short life was coming to an end.

The sister closed her eyes tightly, quietly listening to the sister's angry voice. It was the Flame Soldier speaking, not the sea.

"Wait…… Sora-kun…… Umi-kun…… your sister…… isn't that bad……"

"Fire Dragon…… you……"

Seeing the Flame Soldier protecting Umi, Leorio, who was kneeling beside Kurapika, looked at the Flame Soldier with a face full of sadness and helpless regret, and guessed everything.

This result was likely what he wanted.

This was not something the two of them had planned together. It might have just been the Flame Soldier begging Umi, saying: "If you can, give it a chance."

It just happened to work.

Manipulated by Omokage, he hurt Kurapika and Kurapika's loved ones, and committed suicide before killing him. The broken one is probably just a story; I hope the wish you wanted fulfilled has been realized.

I do not know what the sea's intentions were.

The Flame Soldier did not say anything more specific.

Omokage might have realized the "request" between them, but the Flame Soldier still ensured that the proud and strong girl who fulfilled his wish would not be unfairly harmed by Omokage; I do not want to say it out loud.

Even if I don't know, I know.

"I know. But Flame Soldier. It's okay."

Sister, Sora knows.

If his sister was so serious that she wouldn't choose any means even if her friends were involved, then they had already lost the chance to win. The Flame Soldier was the only victim; Sora knew this was not a mistake by the sea, nor was it a way for the Magician to do nothing, but that it was intentional.

And for his sister to do such a thing, there were only two choices: either the Flame Soldier had offended his sister, or it was the Flame Soldier's own will.

Once you understand the Flame Soldier's personality, you have no other choice. The former is impossible.

I know that much. I know, but this has nothing to do with why Sora does not "forgive" his sister.

Even if the Flame Soldier wanted it himself, it is unforgivable regardless.

Even if he separated from Kurapika and established himself as an individual completely different from the real Flame Soldier, and even from the Kurapika who created him, even if Sora himself admitted he was an individual, he would still say, "Kurapika's heart." There is no change; it is a fragment.

I cannot forgive anyone.

Even the act of restoring the heart that was severed, but in reality, it did not "kill" or "harm," even if this should not be called an act.

Because Kurapika's heart must absolutely not be allowed to be killed, Sora was able to suppress his instinct to not let go until he went mad.

This is also the reason why Sora's eyes have no eyeballs, and unlike the sea, they cannot transmit visual images directly to the brain; they can only recognize "death" and stare at them.

Even so, there was no reason for it to be so dull that it could not sense the signs of "death" overflowing and dragging out from the empty eye sockets behind the bandages, but the sea did not waver.

But she stood there calmly, just like the sea, swallowing all impurities.

Sora took a step forward, perhaps not liking the room left by his sister.

However, his feet stopped after one step.

"Sora"

This was far from the situation five years ago when he learned his family had been slaughtered; he knew the Flame Soldier was never a living person, but he watched his own life die in his arms. Unable to speak, not lifting his head, but lowering his head, he shouted to Sora.

"Thank you"

Was it because he called the Flame Soldier "Kurapika's best friend"? I didn't want to hurt Kurapika's heart, I thought I couldn't kill him, so I put my hand down……

I don't know what Sora's gratitude is.

However, he forgave this one sentence.

Tell her you appreciate her, to eliminate her selfish guilt.

Even if the sea born from Sora's heart killed the Flame Soldier, he indicated he would forgive him.

Just as Kurapika's words unraveled the venom, Sora's cold expression softened.

In the loose air, I moved my slack facial muscles.

"To you too!"

Sora smiled and took another step.

She stood behind Kurapika, facing the sea, seemingly to show that she did not want to disturb the separation between Kurapika and the Flame Soldier, so that they could be back-to-back with Kurapika holding the Flame Soldier.

The will of "not forgiving" the sea had not changed.

However, there was no more killing intent there. Even if there was no meaning, even if not even sadness could be relieved, she had no killing intent to vent her passion; Sora's feeling of "I cannot forgive her" was even stronger than her desire to "protect" Kurapika; the driving force had changed.

Perhaps sensing the change, the sad and apologetic Flame Soldier smiled again with relief.

Kurapika was amused by that smile.

It couldn't be helped. Also, I will lose my best friend.

The sadness was heartbreaking, but he knew this was a happier ending than five years ago, so Kurapika chose to cry while smiling.

Because Kurapika chose to smile, Kurapika thought of himself as "close friend Flame Soldier," he said so, and the Flame Soldier laughed in his arms, saying things he thought he had no right to say.

"……When leaving the village, Flame Soldier, do you remember that promise?"

"Oh. Of course."

"Then I ask you…… are you having fun?"

The question asked the day Sora's eyes were stolen.

At that time, Kurapika gave an answer he could not answer.

"……I have not yet embarked on the journey. The feet that walk the world on the journey, the eyes that reflect the world…… the voice that tells you the beauty of that world, were all stolen more than 5 years ago by a giant spider called the Phantom Troupe…… so I cannot answer 'yes'."

I cannot give you the answer you want……"

"…………Yes"

Kurapika answered with the utmost sincerity.

The Flame Soldier knew the answer, but he narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his sky-blue eyes were filled with surprise and joy.

"But... Flame Soldier. I am happy.

I haven't been able to keep my promise to you yet, nor have I set out on a journey, but there have already been too many sad and painful things, and I will probably continue to live in that feeling...

But, I have a friend who shared with me... I found someone who can bring me irrepressible happiness, enough to eliminate the sadness I have felt.... Someone I want to live with,... I have met someone more important than you, more important than my parents.

... So I am happy, and I will always be happy.

Right now, I cannot answer 'yes' to your question, but when I see your eyes again, I can finally go on a journey... and then I will surely be able to answer 'yes'............ so please wait a little longer."

After seeing the answer the Flame Soldier wanted most, "I am happy," in the blink of an eye, the Flame Soldier finally responded with tears streaming down his face.

"Alright," he said.

The Flame Soldier's torso had returned to the body of a gray mannequin, and even his clothes could not be Materialized.

Only a few hours remained.

Even my voice could only produce a hoarse whisper.

The Flame Soldier finally spoke to Kurapika in such a short time with his strained voice.

"Kura... pika... please... Sora... please... tell me..."

I have many things to say.

Even if the ending is so cruel, I want to express my gratitude for meeting Kurapika.

I want to say that I am truly happy that you left such a strong mark on my heart, to the point that I was born this way.

I really don't want to disappear, I don't want to die, I want to continue living as the Flame Soldier.

I want to complain about the promise to realize the true Flame Soldier, the promise of "let's travel together."

However, what the Flame Soldier chose was not about himself, nor about his feelings for Kurapika, but about Sora.

At the end of his life, he entrusted Kurapika with a message for Sora.

When she said she didn't want to kill Kurapika's heart, she cried and laughed, so there were some things she had to tell the Flame Soldier.

"Miss Umi............ what is the difference between me and something else, cormorant"

I didn't have time to ask what this meant.

Setting these aside, even the Flame Soldier's head had reverted to a mannequin without eyeballs.

Kurapika just looked down at the doll on his lap, tears streaming down his face.

Kurapika quietly mourned the passing of his second-best friend.

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"Jajanken... tragedy is like sweet honey... sadness is the proof of life... all of this is a happy time that can be enjoyed because of the dolls I made. Thank you."

Kurapika was mourning the death of his best friend, who was both fake and real, wondering when he would move, from the second floor of the hall. Stained and then looking back.

However, in front of Kurapika and Leorio, Gon, Killua, and others who were as sharp as knives, the two cut them off with words as sharp as knives.

""Noisy""

The sisters spat it out at the same time.

I was looking forward to Sora's dismissal of "noisy," and if I could disturb the heart of this sister who was like an older sister and disrupt the rhythm of my plan, I felt good as an Omokage, but Umi I knew, but I was irritated by that attitude of not treating the master as a master, and I even wanted to retort, but before I could say it, Umi spoke out with her back to Omokage.

"My performance is not over yet, please do not end the stage yourself."

Hearing Umi's words, Omokage's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed in disgust.

"... Heh. I thought you had no motivation at all, but it seems I was mistaken."

"Yeah. Your eyes, they really are a dead end."

Omokage did not care about the sarcasm of being considered short-sighted by Umi.

Seeing Kurapika and the Flame Soldier part ways was truly interesting; he must have been looking forward to it.

Umi and Sora, the surviving older sister and the surviving younger sister, killing each other with sarcasm was the best performance for him.

Noticing this, everyone cast looks of incomparable disgust and hatred toward Omokage, and Killua shouted: "Sora!"

"I refuse"

But of course, this woman could not possibly respond to such concern.

Sora immediately ignored Killua's words and untied the bandage covering his eyes.

When resolving it, Sora spoke.

"... Hey sister."

"Don't call me that. It makes me sick to think that you are my sister."

If Sora called Umi "sister," she would immediately refuse. Even Killua and the others who knew they were being told were speechless.

If I had let her spit it out, I wouldn't have been so surprised.

Umi chuckled nostalgically and said, I don't understand why, while untying it and continuing to speak, seemingly not caring about the words spoken strangely calmly.

"Yeah yeah... then, Umi... why did you let me live until that day?"

Umi, who had no idea whether it was serious or a joke peculiar to a younger sister, said the words, the tone was casual and familiar, and Sora asked.

I thought I shouldn't have received it, so I should have chosen to defeat it instead of relying on the Wizard, I couldn't resolve it forever, regretting the Gimon mouth.

... Sora directly asked Umi for the "answer" he should have found himself, an answer that was exposed by Omokage and denied by everything he had discovered.

Umi answered this question.

Just like she said "I've had enough," her smile and voice made me feel nostalgic and affectionate, so gentle that I couldn't believe she was only 14 years old.

"Don't you know?"

I asked my sister, who couldn't find the answer, teasing her.

He never told me himself.

So Sora answered.

After all, the reason I asked this question was not because I was expecting an answer for that day.

But Sora had something to say, so I just want to say it, because this is a very good opportunity.

What has been said up to now is nothing more than to clear away the regrets of that day that I wanted to say but could not say now.

"I asked because I didn't know!

He pulled out the bandages forcefully and opened his eyes.

Eyes restored from the Flame Soldier.

It was not a Magic Eye with effects, but a true Magic Eye connected to the brain.

This was a blue sky and a void.

Sky sky to sky from.

If there is life, the eyes of death will kill things, the dead, concepts, and even gods.

The beauty of heaven. Supreme blue azure.

――――The Magic Eye of Direct Death opened.

Umi saw the person in front of her speechless for a moment, but something bypassed it, and she said in exasperation.

"……I know, but when I put it in front of you again, it looks like a joke.

Or rather, why can you spend your time with the naked eye without the killing of the Magic Eye? Those eyes, in terms of grade, are not gold, but jewels, a noble color in front of the rainbow."

"Haha!

"I am not praising you, nor am I envying you. I really don't want you to be arrogant, stubborn, and proud. I really don't want you from the bottom of my heart, but I don't want to hesitate. Kneel down and beg for my forgiveness."

"Saying so much, it's really annoying! I'm going to cry!!"

"Please take good care of yourself."

"You guys are really good friends!!"

In front of the Direct Death that Sora had reclaimed, Umi seemed to be saying that he didn't know if he was truly moved or shocked. In return, the sisters started a not-so-funny but not cruel careless brawl, so the men couldn't help but decide to rush in, led by Killua.

"No way."

But this thrust was denied by the unison sisters, who were completely unpersuasive. You guys are really good friends.

Of course, it wasn't just Sora who thought so, the Omokage opposite felt the same.

Because he was expecting a tragedy to happen, although he forgave Umi's rudeness and selfish behavior, seeing the unexpected sister skit, Omokage was still angered and raised his voice: "Umi!!"

"Yes, yes."

However, even that reprimand sounded like, "I didn't do anything wrong, but there's nothing I can do, so I will make a concession."

Seeing this, Sora crossed his arms and said with a modest chest similar to his younger sister who had shrunk.

"Hmph! Umi, are you really going to fight me?

Admittedly, I am still a poor mage with no confidence to defeat you, but my Magic Circuit is overloaded, and my Magic Power has almost reached its peak. I have recovered some of my Magic Aura, so I think I am better than you? ……Maybe!"

"Have a little more confidence in that. It's too pathetic."

Because the tone of his voice was calm, everyone present almost forgot, but he pointed out that Umi's body was already tattered and overworked to the point of being unable to care for itself. Saying,

"But fine, even if you have confidence, you will be crushed, so in a sense, you might be able to know your time to appear."

"……Eh!?"

While saying this, he gently waved the thing he took out to show it off, and Sora complained with dissatisfaction.

This was a Dagger.

The hilt was gorgeously inlaid with various large jewels, and although the blade was Transparent, the light it emitted was so dazzling that one could judge it was not glass, but a jewel.

Umi said with the Dagger worthy of the name "Jewel Sword".

"Because you are the only formal dress I know and remember."

In other words, I told my sister that this was made by yourself.

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"Wait!

"So you are the only one who knows and remembers, and it is better to use it here than in another world."

The way the Flame Soldier doll returned was not "the body of a doll wearing clothes", but simply "the body of a doll". I didn't expect that even an embodiment reproduction wouldn't be strange. I didn't have that kind of luxury. I was shown something I had completely forgotten until it was displayed. Sora's confidence until now was really broken. Frustrated.

Kurapika, Leorio, and Omokage looked at Umi, and Umi calmly responded to Sora's temperamental sister's words with a look of "……Where should I start?", but only Killua held the Dagger. An awkward voice, "……Ah", just this one word, and Gon showed amazing intuition and guessed everything.

"……Eh? I was wondering why Sora is so anxious now……Killua……didn't you mention that 'Sword' on the phone this morning?"

"……I missed the timing, postponed it, and completely forgot."

"Wait, Killua! Gon! Did you know!? You knew, but you didn't tell me!?"

Not expecting that the lack of reporting and consultation was discovered here, Sora made a crying sound and protested to Killua.

In such a noisy exchange, Omokage thought "This is not the kind of show I wanted……" and held his head, but Umi ignored her sister's crying voice and Omokage's sadness, almost burning herself out. I put in more loaded Magic Circuits, squeezed out the remaining Mana, and started chanting while pouring it into the Dagger.

"Light disappears under the water. Wings on the earth fall. Justice on the guillotine is lost."

While chanting, the Dagger was wrapped in black Magic.

The Mana that Umi poured in was clearly too much.

"……Hey! Sora! No way, that Dagger……"

"Probably the same as what Kurapika imagined! You cheating mage!! How are you a normal person, yet a user of Imaginary Number Magic!!"

Even if they didn't understand the theory, and didn't understand Kurapika's theory, from Umi's familiar song, the way she wielded the Dagger, and the ability to wear super-strong Mana, everyone could guess what was going on. From the face stretched to the limit.

"Wealth to the beast, love to the human, saving the world, the world is full of worthlessness."

Without a doubt, the Dagger she wielded imitated the Jewel Sword of Sora's Magic Master and the ancestor of their family's Magic, Zelretch.

Sure enough, even in the genius realm, she didn't take her as an apprentice. If you know your own strength, even if the strength is far apart, I don't think there is anything to underestimate.

Furthermore, judging by this chant, there is no doubt that Hami is not just firing a mass of pure Mana as a blade of light; it is being released by the Gem Sword used by Sora, and its performance is identical to the original Sword.

This woman has a Dagger wrapped in the Mana of a Fugura that eats bad food, stealing the Life Force of those around her to self-destruct.

Just as he said himself last night, indeed, compared to the main family, there is nothing elegant about it; it is simply ugly.

"Oh! Damn it! I will listen to as many sermons as I can in the future, so please put it on hold for now!!"

Knowing this, the culprit behind the existence of the Dagger is taking it out of their pocket while responding to Kurapika in a vengeful manner.

Instead of using the Ballpoint Pen for Direct Death, Sora takes out a Butterfly Knife, spins it once, draws the blade, and while shouting excuses, boldly and elegantly cuts their left wrist.

"Light towards the land of shadows, we mean that all things are at the bottom of the sea, the sky is swallowed by bottomless idleness in a cage."

As Black Magic covers the blade, Sora's body jumps from the pain reflex of cutting the blood vessels, so they did not die, but it definitely cannot be called shallow.

I know what he is going to do; if Kurapika can swing the blade as he imagines, I know he can cut a "line" or pierce a "point," and he will be able to counter the dangerous Direct Death.

Kurapika and Killua ignore Sora's request to "postpone" and shout "Sora!!".

"Hurry up! You fucking old man!!"

Hami, who has never heard of this, gives a bitter smile at the simple yet cruel chant as always.

If I weren't chanting, I would say: "What do you think a Master is?" Deaf.

However, I can no longer attack the other party with such understated words.

It is not funny, but it is not that cruel either. In a way, like sisters, the "you get along well" exchange... for Sora and Hami, time has ended.

The sisters look up at the same time, as if to announce the curtain call.

"Oh stars, give me—"

The Sword, whose blade is dyed black and whose Black Magic is stronger than Hami's or even Sora's, is a failure.

"—pierce the world."

It is more accurate to call it a gorgeous club than a Sword.

At the same time, the two dive down and fire.

"Fallen work kishuazelretchschwein Sword organization substitute"

"Fictional work kishuazelretchshuva Sword non-organization copy!!"

The black blade of Black Magic that only disappears in the surroundings, and the torrent of pure power, Mana, at the same time, the light blade of that thing flies out, they collide, the Black Magic swallows the light, the light moves forward, and even the Fugura that eats bad food is cut off.

(... After all, this is the degree of failure.)

The Mana of Hami's blade is greater, and the size of the fired magic blade is also larger, but Hami's Gem Sword cannot penetrate the blade of light fired by Sora's Sword.

Sora shouts that this is a foul, but from Hami's perspective, the Gem Sword Sora fired is much more of a foul. Hami does not know what she is afraid of, nor why she does not have enough confidence to say "maybe" she has a chance of winning.

Hami is not as generous a Magician as Sora thinks.

So that day, my parents wanted to sell my sister Sora and the Magic Attribute of "Imaginary Element: Nothing" to a family with a big background, just to build connections. Struggling, struggling, only to find that I am not the boundless sky, but the boundless sea, I despaired, and I continued...

"Hey, Hami. Why do so many idiots brag about having no choice?

Not choosing any means or methods is not something to be proud of. After all, it is a skill; if you choose it, you will not be able to achieve your goal."

That is why I strangled the sister who said this.

Knowing. This is not something I hate myself for. On the contrary, if it were like this, how much would be saved?

My sister knew Sora asked for his consent precisely because he thought Hami was the only way to reach his goal.

The strangled Sora, regarding the attack suddenly launched by the sister due to pain, prioritizes fear and anger, and the expression on her face, the emotion she feels is a question, "Why?"

Sora, not even realizing that she overestimated her sister, was strangled by the white-eyed one.

Just like that, do not imagine being killed by servile anger and jealousy, believe that you will stop soon. I keep looking back.

Remembering how pure, innocent, stupid, and cruel her sister was, both now and in the past... Hami's body, chewing on the nostalgia that makes her want to cry, begins to move against her will.

(... Really, even if you know nothing about emotions, you can pretend to be an artist.)

Hami's blade of black cannot block Sora's blade of light, but seeing that it seems to be able to cancel it out, Omokage presumably thinks that he has a chance to win if he strikes continuously.

Therefore, Omokage manipulates Hami's body, ignoring Hami's will.

And, he forcibly makes Hami's Magic Circuit pass excessive remaining Mana, injects Mana into the failed Gem Sword, activates the function of the long dress, and collects it from around the blade. Mana Penetration.

Seeing this, Sora clicks her tongue and runs.

I let go of the Sword and closed the distance with Hami.

That act, especially breaking the restriction of the Gem Sword, Sora "outside the range of Direct Death," makes people unable to understand, and her companions worry about her, saying: "What are you doing, you idiot!" He, they also ran out and reached out to stop Sora.

"Can't see, it's easy. Because I can imagine, I marvel from the bottom of my heart at the stupidity of my creator.

I didn't say it in an easy-to-understand way, but even if I explained it, I wouldn't remember it, or I might not have understood it from the beginning.

Or rather, from Hami's perspective, not only Omokage, but everyone except Sora is surprised. Especially wanting to ask Kurapika, although he is an ordinary Magician, he also knows that his magic is Imaginary Element magic, "Where did the wisdom you used before go?"

In such shocked and dismissive emotions, Hami obeys Omokage's order, but perfunctorily tells him.

"Give me a star"

I didn't realize it when chanting, but it is incredible coming from Hami.

Regarding Omokage's failure.

Why is this "Sword" a "failure"?

If used improperly in another world, why would it act as a deterrent?

"!?"

Everyone except Sora and Hami widens their eyes, as if seeing something incredible.

Hami wants to say, this is what is unbelievable.

Strangely, I cannot imagine why the blade of Hami's Sword was so amazing and broken before making a crisp sound, so amazing and incredible, I really couldn't help it.

It must break.

Although the Mana in this land has been squeezed out by the previous blow, even if I seek as much Mana as that, I don't have it in my body, so the function of the Gem Sword is provided from Hami. The Mana used by herself just to cover it was burned out.

Everything here belongs to it.

Because I read that only Sora would do such a thing, I realized that the series of attacks I saw manipulated by the surface shadow was an "opportunity." Even though I threw away my Sword, I still rushed forward, closing the distance. To the sea. What I could see again was the sea.

"Foolish."

Hami and Umi simply expressed their feelings toward those who did not notice.

... The reason the Sword is a survivor of a Miracle, a part of Magic, is because it can only use the Second Magic.

That is to say, no matter how powerful a magic blade can be fired, as long as it is not the limited use of the Second Magic, it is no different from a failure as a "Jewel Sword." In fact, Omokage and the others did not notice.

Unlike Sora's Sword, this Sword is fake, but it will never fail. This Sword cuts a small hole in the world, from which a Parallel World can be created. Mana, it is not like I am drawing out endless energy, wrapping it around the blade, and then letting go.

It is just that Mana nearby is being casually collected and used.

Part of it is because the sea is good, and part of it is because its rake ability is too great. Mana, if you use it in the world, the Mana depletion zone, Umi told me it was discarded long ago because it might turn into a mess, but I don't know if Omokage completely forgot or didn't understand it from the beginning.

Regardless, I did a stupid thing without thinking, which is still the same power I saw with my own eyes that I gave to Retsu last night.

I can no longer bring myself to be sarcastic about such Omokage. I wait for the final, final, "unforgivable" blow that kills the Flame Soldier.

I close my eyelids while recalling the nostalgic days.

"Being misunderstood from beginning to end is far better than feeling like you only know the surface and being misunderstood by half-baked understanding."

These were words I said to Kurapika, but this was not sarcasm toward anyone, but Umi's self-deprecation and longing words.

For a long time, I wanted to be misunderstood from beginning to end.

I didn't want to notice, I didn't want you to notice.

I didn't want to notice my view of my sister.

I didn't want her to notice my view of my sister.

However, I noticed.

On the day Hami discovered her younger sister was sold as a cruel woman, she realized what she had been avoiding.

The reason I hit Gander repeatedly at that time was because the other party was truly disgusting. Umi really didn't know that her parents wanted to sell her younger sister to make them owe the Magician's family and power.

If he had known in advance, Hami would have killed his parents without hesitation to stop him.

At that time, I had not yet inherited the Magic Crest from my mother, so being hostile was disadvantageous. Compared to the possible future, there was no room for worry, nor was it a matter of regret.

My parents did not remain silent because they expected Umi would do that.

They didn't know Umi was sincere about her little sister. The reason for not saying it was that I felt there was no need to say it, because I felt that Sister Hami's recognition was the same as ours, and she should be grateful that she was used as a tool.

After she left, if someone asked me, "I haven't seen my sister lately," I just wanted to answer.

Although she despised her parents, the reason Hami thought she could not forgive her parents' actions was "Mottainai."

I thought I loved my sister. That is what I believed.

I knew from the bottom of my heart that before I became a human, I was a Magician, but my only feeling for my sister was that I wanted to protect and cherish her as a human.

As a human, as a sister, I thought this was normal and natural, which is why I thought it was such a dazzling love, but I realized that it was an illusion.

Since my sister was born, I only focused on her Magic Attribute, her characteristics, her body, closer to the "Origin" than myself.

That is why I wanted to protect it, and I realized I was just cherishing it.

Although I realized it, I am sure this is not deceiving my Conscience either; I was just unknowingly acting like a "kind sister" so that my sister would not run away due to my vigilance. Although it should have been...

And that day, Hami was hugging together on his bed, as if sharing his warmth, when he got the answer to what he called a "dream" from his sister... He made up his mind to become his sister's "too dazzling" dream. When I discovered...

The love that was supposed to be fake turned into real.

That day happened to be the moment Hami was born, not as a Magician, but as a sister.

Umi was moved by her origin as a human, still sticking to her work as a Magician... and the dream of reaching the "Origin" no matter what she sacrificed.

Humans always want what they don't have. This is not because it is necessary for survival or protecting the species.

Even if we could live without knowing what the end of the world is, such as the need to fly in the sky or knowing the meaning of the depth of the ocean, people are still fascinated by its brilliance and seek it.

What should I say instead of "human origin"?

So the sea was also driven by its "Origin."

Seeing the "Origin" that was far away from me in my sister, which was something I didn't have at first, I felt dazzled and finally went to look for it.

Just like the reason for looking for the "Origin," I just wanted to take it for granted, not theory.

I dreamed of being normal sisters...

With such a dream, Hami still couldn't let go of that opposite dream that couldn't be realized at the same time.

Sora said: "Searching is a matter of course," he couldn't give up the dream of the Magician's work itself, "reaching the Origin," so Hami took cowardly measures.

These two people didn't get along, and although she knew that one day she would have to sacrifice one of them, she still continued to turn a blind eye and put the problem in a secondary position... Umi was completely angry at her parents. 'Trash. The boiling heat melted the hall, letting my true intentions surface, and I realized the nature of my anger.

Because of the pure anger, I noticed the answer I had been avoiding.

Once I realized this, I could never take my eyes off the sea.

It was too much... I thought my sister was dishonest when she said "Thank you for helping me" and smiled.

Although it was fake, it should have been fake, but the result was real... because I love you, the sea said.

"Don't misunderstand me," he said.

Umi told her that this was not for her sister's sake, and Umi herself was also hurt.

I refused to call her sister. Indeed, treating her as my sister made me cringe. I couldn't forgive myself for still wanting to turn this precious existence that trusted me so much into "material," and even more so for the fact that I was a sister. Being sisters.

Just like that, I wanted to be misunderstood and hated because I didn't say everything, even though these were all my true intentions.

The misunderstanding distorted by half-baked understanding is... Hami's kindness is all pure love as a sister. Because it hurts more than that.

If she knew now that the sea's affection was not fake, she might not be able to put aside her expectations of the sea and couldn't escape.

I thought of these reasons in my mind, but I also knew that this was not for my sister, but an excuse for my lovely self.

Actually, it was just because he was timidly expecting that if his sister hated him, his feelings, which had already become his true self, would one day cool down, fade away, and disappear.

Hami rejected the sister she loved; the sister she loved was only for her own sake.

But my little sister...

"... Alright. Then Hami

When I told her not to call me sister, she called me by my name directly.

No matter how short he was on time, he would talk to me whenever he wanted to talk to me.

As expected, he still thought he was hated by Hami, but even so, his sister was still very normal... very normal, her attitude toward him was the same as before.

"The sea is magical, isn't it?"

Just like before, the sister never doubted that she could reach her goal by any means... one day she could reach the "Root" without sacrificing anything.

Not like that.

From the day I realized this, the sea has been struggling.

Without sacrificing my sister, I continued to search for a way to reach the "Root." No, it doesn't have to be that way. Rather, even if you sacrifice your sister, you cannot reach it; if you realize that no matter how much you sacrifice you cannot reach the goal, you can give up, and the sea will protect your dream of obtaining the origin as a human. Complete.

Even so, Hami did not have the specialty of Penetration, but her talent was outstanding.

Although my sister had the characteristic of Penetration, she did not have the talent to make full use of it.

Even if I realized I couldn't reach it, if I utilized my sister's Penetration characteristic, I hadn't lost the hope of being able to reach that point. No matter how thin it was, this possibility always held hope.

And this possibility also met the master I admired, and it was also my last hope to protect two dreams.

I had Hami's talent, but my sister had the qualities to become a Magician, yet someone told me that although I had these qualities, my sister's talent was fatal.

Even a possible Wizard denied that I could stick to my two dreams and realize them.

That is why, at the very least, at the very least, I tried to protect the sea, hoping and wishing for it.

So that day, the sea was crying and laughing.

Instead of answering with a smile, I asked back.

"Don't you know?"

Even Umi herself didn't know if it was because she was a Magician, or because the fake sisterhood had become reality, that she protected her sister from their jealous father.

However, I cried when I was about to die, not because I was so desperate that my father was jealous of me to the point of wanting to kill me. Hami's feelings were not limited to family, but only toward her sister, so he didn't care about their father.

The reason for Umi's despair was that even if she died, she couldn't touch the "Root," and she only realized then that she was a "Magician," regretting it until now... it couldn't be a sister who loved her sister normally.

However, the sister held the dying Hami in her arms, crying while asking, yet with a blank expression on her face.

"Why?"

I never understood why my sister would help me.

So the sea smiled.

At least I struggled a bit, and my sister didn't notice anything. I misunderstood everything.

I didn't think I was being protected because my sister thought of it as a Material.

I didn't even think my sister loved me like a normal person.

Don't worry. It's okay not to know.

Because no matter what, this would only seriously hurt my sister.

So Hami was relieved, only her struggle had come true.

And as a selfish final moment... at least I wanted to stay in my sister's memory for as long as possible, so I asked back, thinking at least a scratch would be enough.

"Don't you know?"

I didn't expect that realizing one of the sea's contradictory dreams would be even more painful, but the sea is a Magician who doesn't understand the human heart.

Recalling her own failure, Hami recalled it more clearly with a self-deprecating smile.

I thought it was over, but the days continued.

Pulled from Beyond Netero to this shore by Omokage..., he dived into his sister's domain without reservation, looking for his "attachment."

I remember the very short but very pleasant exchange I had with Hami as "normal sisters" in my life.

I hate Omokage, but in reality, Umi is truly grateful for giving me such a life.

After all, if the sea were a true Miracle, a second life in the realm of Magic, a complete resurrection of the dead, it would only revisit the despair of life.

I am a Magician, so I cannot give up that job, so even if I know I will regret it for the rest of my life, realizing my dream of "Rooting" is equivalent to sacrificing my beloved sister. The worst way. Although I knew that was synonymous with the end, I knew the sea would choose that despair one day.

So the sea was content with such a life.

Hami was finally able to become "Sora's sister" because she was denied being a "Magician" as an Omokage doll.

As Sora's sister, she apologized for the relatives who hurt her sister.

As Sora's sister, she felt angry at the dolls that insulted her sister and the ghosts that targeted her.

As Sora's sister, I was disappointed in that cowardly child who was obsessed with her sister but didn't take any action.

As Sora's sister, she was told what she wanted to say to the girl who looked like her sister.

As Sora's sister, I was able to provide a Suggestion to a brother-in-law candidate who had no sense of danger.

As Sora's sister... I could talk to her sister.

I was able to see my sister and Sora again.

As a "Magician," with absolutely no calculation, I could act entirely based on my sister's thoughts.

So this was enough.

For Hami, the happy times were more than enough, and all her regrets as a "sister" had come true, so this time Hami chose "death."

This time, I waited for my sister to die completely in her eyes, so that I wouldn't make her angry again, and I wouldn't even remain in her heart.

The memory of a long yet short moment behind my eyelids ended, and the Sight Vision information reached my brain.

Before me, the blue leading to the end of the "Root" I had longed for, and the true form of the sea—

Sora went beyond.

"Hmm?"

Unexpectedly, Umi made a foolish sound and looked back.

Sora waved his arms behind his sister and passed by her side.

"... Even if you tell me not to call you, even if I'm annoyed, Umi is still my sister."

His azure eyes were not staring at Umi, but at the monster behind her.

"Don't treat my sister as yours!!"

Declaring this to the Great Shadow, Sora interrupted.

The Aura path connecting from the Surface Shadow to Umi was as thin as puppet strings.

Those eyes severed the shackles that had been binding Umi's freedom, using Umi as the source of life to keep the Puppet alive.

After being cut off by Sora, Umi escaped from the Surface Shadow's control, but Umi's own body no longer had any breath of life. I am able to stand here now thanks to Umi's excessive pride, combined with the Aura provided by the Great Shadow.

Therefore, at the same time the control was released, the eye shadow ability at the tips of the toes and the Replacement Magic were dispelled, and the puppet's body returned.

Even doubting whether she realized this, Umi asked Sora behind her with a childish expression that matched his appearance.

"... Why?"

When his sister asked why he didn't commit suicide, Sora turned around and said.

"Don't you know?!"

Regarding his sister's retaliation, his sister was silent for a few seconds... then smiled.

Umi answered his sister with a smile that was similar to Sora's but also different, deep and gentle, yet not without end.

"I asked because I didn't know, silly little brother."

After answering, without waiting for the full body replacement to complete, Umi pressed the failed Sword in her hand against her throat and used the greatly shortened blade to forcefully slash her throat clean.

Kill yourself before your sister's hands get dirty, finish it, and then fall. Sink back.

The place that was once Umi.

Not the Root that wants to reach so far... but in front of it.

Not forgetting the original intention and relying on the original intention, the place where Umi does not fall.

In the empty Container leading to "", there should be no foreign heart.

Deep in his sister's heart, Umi returned and smiled with satisfaction.