tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81666627587470937802024-03-13T03:04:14.614-07:00輝く世界a shining worldUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger273125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-43744612877597186152023-02-18T21:06:00.005-08:002023-02-18T22:06:04.193-08:00IDOLiSH7: [Valentine's Day Journey of Love] Gaku Yaotome
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">translation of the Rabbit Chat and
phone call from Gaku’s 2023 Valentine’s Day card.</p>
<p>VD<span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode;"><span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode;">恋巡り
</span></span>(Valentine's Day Journey of Love): <span style="color: #a0a0a0;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Gaku
Yaotome</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #a0a0a0;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></p>
<span><a name='more'></a></span><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p><p>Part 1: Rabbit Chat with <span style="color: #213e59;">Ryu</span></p>
<p><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Good work
today, Gaku! What time are you<br />gonna be back today?</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I’m
on location today. I’ll be pretty late.<br />I’ll eat dinner before
heading back.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;"> </span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Got it!<br /></span><span style="color: #213e59;">Right,
you’re in Hakone today. Take care on<br />your way home!</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Yeah,
we’re recording my Valentine’s plan.<br />I</span><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">’</span><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">m on break right now, but after this I’ve got<br />the
shoot where we watch the fireworks from<br />the cable cars.</span></p><p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Oh, so I
RabbiChatted you at the perfect time!</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Watching
fireworks from inside the gondola<br />sounds super romantic. ✨</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">It’s
a plan that can only be carried out right now.<br />It’ll make for
good memories, right?</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">(nodding
Kinako stamp)</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">It’s the
sort of situation that just shouts “Gaku<br />Yaotome!” I think the
fans will love it!</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">I’m filming
next week. Gotta work hard. 😤</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;"> </span></p><p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Thanks.
I think you’ll be able to pull off an<br />awesome date, Ryu.</span><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">(winking
mon Gaku stamp)</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;"> </span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Thanks! If you
think so, I’m sure it'll go well! 😊</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Tonight’s
looking like it’ll be pretty cold.<br />Try to stay warm!</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;"> </span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Yeah!
It’s gonna be colder in Hakone.</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Kinda
wanna stay the night and just soak<br />in the hot springs.</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Ooh, sounds
nice!</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">But do you
have a change of underwear and<br />clothes for tomorrow?<br />If you’re staying
the night, you’ll have to buy<br />somewhere…</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Yeah,
you’re right…</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Wait,
what are you, my dad? lol</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Sorry
lol<br />Started feeling like I was talking to my brothers.</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Wouldn’t
be so bad to be your little brother.</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">But,
well, I do have a change of underwear.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Really?!</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">I
bought some with the hot springs ♨ mark from the<br />souvenir shop on the staff’s
recommendation lol</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">One
for Tenn, one for you, one for me!<br />Three pairs!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Matching
pairs?!</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">It’s
fine every once in a while, right?</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Tenn’s
been acting pretty cute lately, I thought<br />he might like it.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">I think it’s
a great idea! You’re right, Tenn’s gotten even<br />cuter lately. I feel
like… it would make him happy</span><span style="color: #213e59;">…</span><span style="color: #213e59;">!</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">(mon TRIGGER
stamp)</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">(mon
TRIGGER stamp)</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Let’s take them with us on a hot springs trip!</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Somewhere
with a big open air bath.</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Those are the
best! Like, we could bring sake with<br />us and drink while
watching the snow fall…!</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">I
wanna gulp down hot sake!</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">With towels
folded on top of our heads! lol</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Wait, but we
gotta make sure not to drink too<br />much or Tenn will get annoyed. 😣</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Kinda
feel like that’s a given lol</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">(apologetic
bunny Ryu stamp)</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">I’ll ask
Tenn when he gets back from work!<br />I think we’ll have time once
the Valentine’s<br />work slows down.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">But if we’re
gonna take a vacation, I wonder<br />if there’s anywhere else Tenn wants
to go?</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Should
be fine!<br />When we talked about Hakone, he said he<br />wanted to go
to the hot springs.</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">He
was the one who did a lot of research<br />for me, you know?<br />He’s
the kind of guy who makes a list of<br />places to visit on a trip.</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Oh,
okay…! If Tenn’s up for it too, that’s great!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Oh, your break must be nearly up. Good luck<br />filming!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">(mon
Gaku stamp)</span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Yeah,
I’m off!</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">(mon
Gaku stamp)</span><br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>Part 2: Phone Call</i></p><p></p><p>
</p>Oh, hello? It’s me.<br />Haha, you sound sleepy.<br />Were you about to sleep?<br />Oh, no.<br />It’s no big deal.<br />I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep.<br />…Do you have time?<br />Thanks.<br />I had a blast today.<br />Especially when we watched the fireworks from the cable cars!<br />You got really into it, right?<br />You were so excited.<br />Ahaha.<br />I’m not calling you<br />a kid.<br />I just thought you were so happy<br />it was really cute.<br />I’m not teasing you.<br />I’m serious.<br />…I had more fun<br />watching your face<br />than the fireworks…<br />Let’s go lots of other places.<br />Think about<br />where you want to go next.<br />I’ll take you anywhere you want.<br />So let me watch you<br />having fun again.<br />Haha. See you later, then.<br />Bye.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-4800425971495573642023-02-15T17:10:00.000-08:002023-02-15T17:10:23.116-08:00IDOLiSH7: [Valentine's Day Journey of Love] Ryunosuke Tsunashi
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">translation of the Rabbit Chat and
phone call from Ryu’s 2023 Valentine’s Day card.</p>
<p>VD<span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode;">恋巡り </span>(Valentine's
Day Journey of Love): <span style="color: #213e59;">Ryunosuke Tsunashi</span><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><a name='more'></a><p></p>
<p><i> </i></p><p><i>Part 1: Rabbit Chat with <span style="color: hotpink;">Tenn</span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: hotpink;"> </span></i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Hey, Ryu.<br /><br />There was a hole in the socks you knitted<br />for me, but it got fixed… </span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">(winking
Gaku mon stamp)<br /><br />So you noticed?<br />We still had thread of a similar color, so I fixed it!<br /><br />Does it look okay?</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /><span style="color: hotpink;">It’s
perfect.<br />It got caught when I was doing laundry, and<br />I didn’t
know what to do.<br /><br />Thanks for fixing it. I’ll wear them proudly.<br /><br />(bowing Tenn mon stamp)</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">No,
thanks for wearing them!<br /><br />When we’re all sitting in the living
room, it makes<br />me happy to see us all wearing our
different-colored<br />socks next to each other.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">You even took a
picture of our feet together.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Yeah,
that! Our schedules don’t match up very often,<br />so it really
warms my heart when we’re all together.<br /><br />But Gaku went “Oh,
are we comparing sizes?” and<br />lined up his feet next to mine.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">(winking Gaku mon
stamp)<br /><br />^sounds like he’d say it while making that face</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">He
did say that lol<br /><br />Maybe I’ll make more socks, I’m proud of
my knitting!<br /><br />(fired-up King Pudding)</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">You will?</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">I’d
like that. You sure it isn’t too much<br />trouble?</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">It’s
fine! Knitting is a great change of pace.<br />Don’t worry about it. 😈<br /></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Then I guess I’ll take you up on that. I can’t<br />wait to see the result.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Yeah!
Maybe next time I’ll put our names. 🤔</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">How about our
initials?<br />When they’re all together, it would be TRG,<br />like
TRIGGER.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Good
idea…! I’ll do that!<br /><br />This is great. You want us to match
too!</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">It’s
fine if it’s all three of us. I would hate it if it was<br />just me
and Gaku.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Really?!
What about me and you…?</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">You
and me is fine.<br /><br />Well, I’m not against matching in general.<br />Riku and I always used to wear the same thing in<br />different colors.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Right,
because you’re twins…! You must’ve been<br />adorable. ✨</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">We
were.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">(happy
Kinako stamp)<br /><br />When I was a kid, my brothers and I always had
our names<br />on our stuff so they didn’t get mixed up. Maybe
that’s<br />why I still have the habit! lol</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Like
how you sent your brothers bellybands<br />with their names on them.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Yeah,
like that! They sent me a picture with them all<br />wearing them over
RabbiChat. They said they wear<br />them every day!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">How
cute. You should show me later.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">(mon
Ryuu holding gouya stamp)<br /><br />Sure!<br />Oh right, they saw our
Valentine’s projects. Sotaro<br />said all the girls in his class
were talking about it.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">So
you’re getting opinions in real time. I hope<br />they liked my
plan too…</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Yeah!
They were getting really heated talking about<br />whose plan was the
best!<br />They were using the blackboard and started
giving<br />presentations on what parts of the dates they liked!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Wow…
wish I could’ve been there.<br /><br />(mon TRIGGER stamp)</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Their
classroom would’ve suddenly become<br />a stage! lol<br /><br />But I’m
really glad I can talk to my brothers about<br />work now…<br />It
sounds like they were hearing all sorts of things before.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">It’s
proof they understand. How seriously<br />you take your job and how you
put your fans<br />first.<br /><br />If I were them, I’d be really
proud<br />to have you as a big brother.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">Thanks,
Tenn…</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: hotpink;">(winking
Ryu mon stamp)</span></p>
<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #213e59;">(winking
Ryu mon stamp)<br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</p><hr /><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><i> </i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><i>Part 2: Phone Call</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Ah, hello?<br />Oh, good. You’re still awake.<br />I know I just saw you.<br />Sorry.<br />I wanted to talk with you a bit more<span>…<br />Is now a good time?<br />Thanks.<br />Karuizawa was really fun, huh?<br />It was chilly out, but you didn</span>’<span>t get too cold, did you?<br />Your cheeks were all red<br />when you were drinking hot chocolate.<br />Huh? My face was red too?!<br />Ah</span><span>…<br />But I wasn</span>’<span>t red because it was cold</span><span>…<br />It</span>’<span>s because I was so nervous,<br />my heart was racing</span><span>…<br />Make sure you<br />hold on tight to my hand,<br />so you don</span>’<span>t get cold.<br />...But, well.<br />I really just want to<br />hold hands with you.<br />Ahaha, I</span>’<span>m glad.<br />You feel the same way?<br />But if you say things like that,<br />I</span>’<span>ll get too self-conscious next time<br />and make a fool of myself.<br />Make sure you don</span>’<span>t look at my face!<br />Okay. I wanna talk to you longer,<br />but it's about time for bed.<br />We walked a lot today.<br />Make sure you rest up.<br />So then, good night.<br /></span></p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-13110478489486328882023-02-15T15:24:00.004-08:002023-07-08T20:13:00.436-07:00IDOLiSH7: [Valentine's Day Journey of Love] Tenn Kujo
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">translation of the Rabbit Chat and
phone call from Tenn's 2023 Valentine's Day card.</p>
<p>VD<span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode;">恋巡り </span>(Valentine's
Day Journey of Love): <span style="color: hotpink;">Tenn Kujo</span></p>
<p> </p><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a> <p></p><p><i>Part 1: Rabbit Chat with <span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Gaku</span></i></p>
<p><br />
</p>
<p><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Hey, Tenn. Got a second?<br /><br />There’s
chocolate and strawberry in front of you.<br />Which would you pick?</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Huh?<br /><br />What’re
you talking about…?</span></p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br /><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">The
producer got us donuts for the end of recording.<br /><br />You like
donuts, right? Which flavor do you want?<br />I was thinking I’d get
Ryu black sugar.</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br /><span style="color: hotpink;">Oh,
you mean like a present.<br /><br />I thought you meant if it was the
last <br />meal of my life or something.<br /><br />Thanks for thinking of
us, but is it really<br />okay for you to give them out?</span><br /><br /><br />
</p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Yeah. There’s
tons here, he told us to just take ‘em.</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br /><span style="color: hotpink;">Okay,
then I’ll take you up on it if there’s extra…</span><br /><br /><br />
</p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Which do you
want?</span><br /><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Strawberry,
please.</span></p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br /><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Got
it!<br /><br />K, I’ll bring back black sugar and strawberry.<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Why’re
you just picking Ryu’s flavor for him?</span><br /><br /><br />
</p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">He made some
really great sata andagi last time, so I<br />just kinda decided.<br /><br />It’s
a pretty rare flavor. Don’t you think he’ll like it?</span><br /><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Well,
I think he’d be happy with anything.<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Right? I can
just imagine him grinning like<br />“Thanks, Gaku!”<br /><br />Chocolate
looks like it’s bitter. Okay if I eat it?<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Yeah,
it’s fine. I just ate the brownies<br />Aya gave me yesterday
anyway.</span><br /><br /><br />
</p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Oh right, you
went to Kujo’s house.<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">She
went out of her way to make them for Valentine’s.<br /><br />But it’s
the first time I’ve ever had <br />brownies with pickled plums in
them.</span><br /><br /><br />
</p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Pickled
plums?<br /><br />That’s pretty creative. Were they good?<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">I
felt like I was transported to a new plane of existence.<br /><br />She
said she added pickled plums because <br />they’re supposed to help
relieve fatigue.</span></p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br /><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Oh, so
she’s really worried about your health.<br />She’s a good girl.<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Yeah,
she is.<br /><br />What time will you be back?</span></p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;"><br />I’m
gonna stop by the grocery first.<br />Milk’s on sale today!<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Ryu
said the same thing this morning.<br /><br />Are you two checking the
same grocery app?<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Yeah, Ryu told
me about it. I check sometimes.<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Me
too.<br />By the way, potatoes are on sale too.</span></p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;"><br />Oh, I
didn’t look that close.<br />I’ll buy some!<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">If
you’re buying potatoes and milk, maybe <br />we’ll have gratin for
dinner tonight.<br /><br />(Kinako eating taiyaki stamp)</span><span style="color: #a0a0a0;"><br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Sounds
good!<br />Today’s pretty cold, it’ll be perfect.<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">Great.<br /><br />Sounds
like you’ll have lots to carry. I’ll come too.<br />I’ve got
time, it’s my day off.</span><span style="color: #a0a0a0;"><br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Thanks! Let’s
meet by the grocery.<br />Be there in 30 minutes or so.</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;"><br /></span><span style="color: hotpink;">Ah,
you’ll stand out if you’re wearing sunglasses <br />in the
supermarket. Make sure you take them off.<br />You’re tall anyway,
you draw attention.</span></p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;"><br />Changing
disguises based on where I am is a pain…<br /><br />Wait, maybe I
should tell Ryu.<br />I think he was about done with work.<br /></span><br /><br />
</p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">He was looking
at the app too.<br />He might’ve been thinking of stopping by the<br />grocery on his way back.</span></p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;"><br /></span><span style="color: hotpink;">That’s
true…<br /><br />He might be thinking of buying potatoes <br />and milk so we
can make gratin.</span></p>
<p style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;"><br />Right?
(lol)<br /><br />I’m gonna ask him!</span><br /><br /><br />
</p>
<p align="RIGHT" style="orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: hotpink;">(mon
TRIGGER stamp)</span></p>
<p><br /></p><hr /><br />
<p></p>
<p><i>Part 2: Phone Call</i><br /><br />Hello?<br />Did you get home
okay?<br />Okay, good.<br />I just got back too.<br />You were a bit quiet
when it was time to leave,<br />so I was worried you were tired
out…<br />Huh…?<br />It’s not that you were tired,<br />it’s that
you didn’t want to go?<br />…So it was the same for you…<br />No,
it’s nothing.<br />I wanted to stay with you longer too.<br />I had a
lot of fun.<br />I was looking at the pictures we took.<br />I was
thinking, the ones at the ocean<br />and the ones where we were stuffing our faces with ice cream<br />were really cute.<br />Haha. Are you
embarrassed?<br />There are lots of other places<br />I want to visit,<br />so
let’s go on a date again.<br />You’ll laugh by my side<br />next time
too, right?<br />…Good. It’s a promise.<br />I really enjoyed
today.<br />I’ll call you again. Sleep well.<br />Good night.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-67027685656769259262022-09-18T20:28:00.001-07:002022-09-19T17:21:54.210-07:00IDOLiSH7: Hidden Region (TRIGGER)<p>grabbed the kanji lyrics from <a href="https://www.lyrical-nonsense.com/lyrics/trigger/hidden-region/">here</a>. the weird capitalization and some wording comes from the English in the lyrics themselves, don't look at me</p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Hidden Region</i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #222222;">TRIGGER (</span><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">Gaku Yaotome</span><span style="color: #222222;">, </span><span style="color: hotpink;">Tenn Kujo</span><span style="color: #222222;">, </span><span style="color: #325e88;">Ryunosuke Tsunashi</span><span style="color: #222222;">)</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">pass throu</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #a0a0a0;">gh a nar</span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">row alley; my pursuers are no longer in sight</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">the corner of my mouth curves up, that’s a good sign</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">until I reach my destination, incaution is my greatest enemy</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">come closer, so close to me</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">tick tock, tick tock, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">when the clock’s hands</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">overlap at the highest point</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I’ll whisper the secret password in your ear</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">so don’t be scared, devote yourself to me</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Count, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">when a heavy sound comes from the immovable door</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I’ll wake from my long sleep</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">You know, I want to send you</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">a bright flash of deduction</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Wave, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">ride the song of the crashing waves</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">and entrust your whole body to me</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Ah, on an enchanted Midnight</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">the expression you wore when we first met sealed our contract</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Hey, these vexing twists spice up our lives [1]</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I feel them</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">in my dreams, I want to be with you</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">the dress code is Gorgeous</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I’ve decorated myself for this Game</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">the will to bite back is born from my</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">wariness Go on, look away, look at me</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">don’t try to control yourself, Crazy about me</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Back down back down, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">until the night draws to an end</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">interrogate each other in an entwined harmony</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">let’s blow out the candle fire together</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">tearing away even our rusted-over thoughts</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Round, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">even if we spin around in circles, our center remains unwavering</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">there’s still something we hold dear</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">You know, with a beauty</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">undyeable like black, we</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Play, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">the kisses we exchanged </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">until we couldn’t breathe are precious to me</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Ah, like a promise made</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">before a single Midnight was born</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Hey, these surprising twists are a different perspective</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">when I wish to </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">cross this dangerous bridge, I want to be with you</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">from now on, even more,</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">be captivated by me</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I will never let you go</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">when a heavy sound comes from the immovable door</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I’ll wake from my long sleep</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">You know,</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> accept</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">that bright flash of deduction</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Wave, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">ride the song of the crashing waves</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">and entrust your whole body to me</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Ah, on an enchanted Midnight</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">the expression you wore when we first met sealed our contract</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Hey, these vexing twists spice up our lives [1]</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I feel them</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">in my dreams, I want to be with you</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">even this city, dusted and sunk in sand</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #325e88; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">is not so bad when we’re together</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">thinking outside the box is Pleasant, we can go anywhere</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: hotpink; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">feel it now</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">in my dreams, I want to be with you</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">[1] literally it’s “these vexing twists are surging ZESTY” but there is no way to make that not ridiculous. sorry, I worked in all the other English, but that is where I draw the line.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-42570867464432479702022-08-19T21:25:00.000-07:002022-08-19T21:25:44.764-07:00IDOLiSH7: 5th Anniversary Event "Star Museum Fest"<p>this takes place after Arc 4 and DOES contain spoilers to that point in the story!</p><p>this translation was partially done off the script for the live performance and includes the stage notes. also of note is that there are ad-libs in the (Day 1) and [Day 2] performances at /BEGINNING NEXT that weren't in the {script/game version}. changes from each version are annotated accordingly and hopefully aren't too hard to follow.</p><div>IDOLiSH 7 5th Anniversary Event<br />/BEGINNING NEXT<br /><i>Star Museum Fest</i></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br />■ The outdoor venue for the winter festival<br />▶ Stage lights off<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>chattering</i><br /><br /></div><div>Girl: Kyaaaaa!<br />Girl: It doesn’t feel cold at all! Even though we’re outside in the middle of winter!<br />Girl: I’m not cold! Because we finally get to see them! I’ve been waiting for this for so long!<br />Girl: Yeah! Hope they’re here soon!<br />Girl: IDOLiSH7!<br />Girl: TRIGGER!<br />Girl: Re:vale!<br />Girl: ŹOOĻ!<br />Girls: We finally get to see all our faves live!!<br />Girl: And at the most romantic winter festival in Japan, Star Museum Fest!</div><div><br />■ IDOLiSH7’s dressing room<br />▶ Stage lights on (IDOLiSH7)<br />▶ Sound: BGM</div><div><br />Riku: Good morning!<br />Iori: Good morning, Nanase-san.<br />Mitsuki: Morning, Riku!<br />Riku: Wow, everyone’s really fired up for the Star Museum Fest! The audience is huge even though it’s this cold out!<br />Iori: Yeah. We can hear them even from our dressing room.<br />Yamato: It’s ‘cause we’ve had a lot of lives cancelled because of bad weather and such after we faced off with ŹOOĻ at BW.<br />Mitsuki: We’re finally performing in front of an audience again! Let’s give it our all, guys!<br />Riku: Yeah! We finally get to see all our beloved fans!<br />Tamaki: Finally! It’s been foreverrrr! I wanted to do a live so bad! I wanted to see our fans!<br />Sogo: Right. We always receive messages showing their support even when we can’t see them…<br />Sogo: But it’s much more heartening seeing everyone’s bright smiles when we’re together.<br />Nagi: YES! Happiness grows when it’s shared! I’ll make everyone HAPPY too!<br />Riku: This is great! I wanna sing in front of them right now! We’ve been waiting for this for so long! And TRIGGER, Re:vale, and ŹOOĻ are performing at Star Museum Fest too, right? We can finally have a live together with our friends and rivals again!<br />Tamaki: I’m suuuuper stoked! And our last song today is one we all sing together. It’s gonna be great!<br />Mitsuki: “Welcome, Future World!!!”<br />Riku: La la la…<br />Tamaki: Yeah! That one!<br />Riku: La la la…<br />Iori: That’s enough.<br />Riku: R-Really?<br />Iori: Don’t go off and have fun singing by yourself. It’s about time for us to give our greetings to the absolute kings Re:vale.<br />IDOLiSH7: Yeah!</div><div><br />■ ŹOOĻ’s dressing room<br />▶ Stage lights on (ŹOOĻ) / Stage lights off (IDOLiSH7)<br />▶ Sound: BGM<br /><br /></div><div>Haruka: Morning! Toma! Minami, Torao!<br />Toma: Morning, Haru!<br />Minami: Good morning, Isumi-san.<br />Torao: You’re in a good mood today. Even when it’s freezing out.<br />Haruka: I mean, you can hear everyone outside, right? We’ve got a ton of fans out there! They came out this morning even though it’s so cold out. I’m really happy!<br />Toma: Yeah, it’s great!<br />Haruka: We can’t lose to the other groups. Let’s get ‘em most excited for us and blow ‘em away!<br />Torao: Ahaha. Running wild is a good way to warm up.<br />Minami: You’ve changed a lot, Isumi-san.<br />Haruka: Really?<br />Minami: Before, you would’ve said something like, “...Who cares about our fans?”<br />Toma: Man, you really were a genius child actor. You sound exactly like him.<br />(Torao: Yeah, you do.<br />Haruka: He totally does not.<br />Torao: I’m saying he does.)<br />Haruka: I’m really grossed out now…<br />(Torao: Well, setting that aside.)<br />Torao: Minami’s best impersonation is pretending to be convenience store worker Ryo-san rudely handing over your change.<br />Toma: You have an impersonation like that?<br />Minami: Haha, I’ll show it off later. Back to the subject at hand, now Isumi-san wants to make the fans happy, and so he has fun. Seeing him have fun makes the fans happy and then they have fun. It’s a good cycle.<br />Haruka: Hehe… because it was our fans who got me back on my feet. I want them to be glad they got to know us, and I want to grant their wishes!<br />Torao: Their wishes, huh. Right, one of our fans said something when they saw me in front of the venue.<br />Haruka: What? Did they say what kind of fanservice they wanted? Maybe we’ll do it as a surprise!<br />Torao: “I don’t want you to sing WFW. You might get in trouble.”<br />Toma: WFW…? Wow, Fuu, Wow…?<br />Torao: What kind of song is that?<br />Minami: WFW… The song that all four groups sing together at the end is WFW. “Welcome, Future World!!!”<br />Haruka: Oh, you’re right. Maybe they mean that song? What do they mean by trouble? Does it have some kinda past…?<br />Toma: I’ll ask Riku later. First we should go greet Re:vale at their dressing room.<br />Haruka: I don’t really like Re:vale…<br />Torao: Same here…<br />Minami: Because they’re very influential seniors in showbiz. But it’s dangerous for us if we don’t maintain good relations with them.<br />Toma: It’s because they’re our seniors that we don’t have to hold back. Let’s go greet them with a bang! That’s the way ŹOOĻ does things!<br />[Torao: Ughhh…]<br />Toma: Hey, say “yeah!”<br />Haruka/Torao/Minami: Yeah…</div><div><br />■ TRIGGER’s dressing room<br />▶ Stage lights on (TRIGGER) / Stage lights off (ŹOOĻ)<br />▶ Sound: BGM<br /><br /></div><div>Gaku: Let’s go. On three…<br />Ryunosuke: One, two, three!<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>camera shutter</i><br />Ryunosuke: How’s it look?<br />Gaku: A little late. If we start here…<br />Ryunosuke: Got it. Let’s give it a shot.<br />Gaku: On three.<br />Ryunosuke: One, two, three!<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>camera shutter</i><br />Gaku: Oh, great! That’s perfect!<br />Ryunosuke: There we go! Right on time!<br />Gaku: Perfect timing!<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>dressing room door opening</i><br />Tenn: …What are you doing?<br />Gaku: Hey, Tenn. So you know how they’re releasing a thousand lanterns for the finale of the Star Museum Fest?<br />Ryunosuke: They’ll be giving us lanterns too. So we were practicing letting go of the lanterns and then taking a picture of the night sky.<br />Tenn: It’ll be broadcast on TV. They’ll have professional cameramen taking pictures.<br />Gaku: We wanted to keep a copy on our phones too. The organizers said it’s allowed.</div><div>Ryunosuke: They said we could put the pictures on our official accounts too. We want to show all the fans what we’re seeing from up on stage!</div><div>Gaku: It’ll feel like we’re all up there together. It’s perfect for today’s song.<br />Tenn: “Welcome, Future World!!!”<br />Gaku: Yeah.<br />Ryunosuke: “We’ve met in a place where our feelings are shared…” It’s a really great song!<br />Tenn: Yeah. I love it too.<br />Ryunosuke: Oh, right. We’ve sung it with IDOLiSH7 and Re:vale, but it’s the first time we’re singing it with ŹOOĻ.<br />Gaku: It was originally a new song for the tour our three groups did together.<br />Tenn: It’ll be a difficult song for ŹOOĻ. Though they may not realize it.<br />Ryunosuke: You mean the melody? They’re good enough singers it should be easy for them?<br />Tenn: It’s not about how good they are at singing, it’s about their hearts. The whole song is about the memories and the bonds between idols and fans.<br />Tenn: ŹOOĻ formed their bonds once but then changed how they relate to each other. It’ll be hard for them, and for their fans who watched their bonds change.<br />Gaku: …Yeah. It was hard on Re:vale’s fans when they sang one of Zero’s songs, and on IDOLiSH7 when they sang “NATSU☆Shiyou Ze!”, a song everyone thought was ours. It left their fans with a lot of complicated feelings.<br />Ryunosuke: But… it’s because the fans care so much about us idols and our songs, the time we’ve spent together and our memories. It’s a good thing.<br />Tenn: Yeah, of course.<br />Ryunosuke: For me, I have lots of good memories for each and every song and each and every venue. Our fans reacted like this in that venue to that song. The weather was like this. Stuff like that.<br />Gaku: I remember too. A melody I loved was playing, the two of you were smiling, and past you, the fans were smiling too. Those moments are irreplaceable to me. I want to continue to treasure them, and I want our fans to treasure them too.<br />Ryunosuke: They accepted Re:vale’s “Dis one.” without any problems, and the booing stopped while IDOLiSH7 was singing “NATSU☆Shiyou Ze!”. Both were like miracles. I wonder how it happened?<br />Tenn: It’s because those irreplaceable moments can and do exist. We treasure and respect them.<br />Ryunosuke: Respect, huh…<br />Tenn: As they are now, I don’t think ŹOOĻ lacks respect for other artists. …But they’re awkward. I wonder if their feelings will reach the audience.<br />Ryunosuke: It’s their turn to take the stage! …is what you mean. Sounds kind of scary.<br />Tenn: It was scary.<br />Gaku: I’m sure they can do it. And that song is about welcoming new meetings and futures. I want the fans to smile in a new, irreplaceable moment.<br />Tenn: Yeah. Our hectic scenery will keep on changing. They might be uneasy every time the scene they’re used to changes, but… we’ll definitely make them smile.<br />Tenn: Forever and ever, no matter what.<br />Gaku: Yeah. Because we’re TRIGGER!<br />Ryunosuke: Let’s have fun today! Okay, let’s go greet Re:vale in their dressing room!</div><div><br />■ Re:vale’s dressing room<br />▶ Stage lights on (Re:vale)<br />▶ Sound: BGM</div><div><br />Yuki: Cold… An outdoor live when it’s so cold… What’s even the point in being the absolute kings…<br />Momo: Don’t say that, Yuki! Momo-chan’s love will warm your heart!<br />Yuki: Even if my heart is warm, my fingers are still numb…<br />Momo: It’s okay, it’s okay! With our juniors’ passionate songs and two layers of socks, your body will warm up too!<br />Yuki: You’re even more energetic than usual, Momo.<br />Momo: TRIGGER and ŹOOĻ are here tonight too. A lot’s happened between them. I want to help them out any way I can.<br />Yuki: You’re so kind, Momo…<br />Momo: But I shouldn’t just push them to get along. I’m not really how I should be helping.<br />Yuki: Yeah… How about as their Music Brother?<br />Momo: Music Brother?<br />Yuki: I saw it on a documentary. Siblings who made up when they danced together with Music Brother. But I don’t know whether to call this “making up” or “relaxing”...<br />Momo: Relaxing is good! Giving TRIGGER and ŹOOĻ a Music Brother is something only you could think up, Yuki!<br />Yuki: Really?<br />Momo: I think it’ll work really well! Let’s try it if it looks like things are going badly!<br />Yuki: Got it.<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>knock on door</i><br />Momo: Yeah, come in!<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>door opening/footsteps</i><br />▶ Stage lights on (Everyone)</div><div><br />Riku: Good morning! It’s us, IDOLiSH7!<br />Yuki: Morning.<br />Momo: Morning, Riku! IDOLiSH7! Let’s work hard today!<br />Haruka: Good morning. Oh… IDOLiSH7.<br />Tamaki: Isumin. Let’s work hard!<br />Haruka: Yeah.<br />Tenn: Good morning.<br />Gaku: Good morning. It sure is lively here.<br />Ryunosuke: Everyone’s here. Let’s work hard today.<br />Momo: Yeah! Same to you, ŹOOĻ, TRIGGER!<br />Yamato: Man, you guys have a big dressing room.<br />Yuki: Yeah. We figured our juniors would all come to visit, so we got a big dressing room.<br />Momo: But some gospel singers are practicing in the next room over, so they told us to make sure we don’t suddenly start laughing or going “Yay!” or making a lot of noise.<br />Riku: (softly) Okay.<br />Sogo: (softly) We’ll be careful.<br />Momo: You’re so obedient. I think it’s okay to talk a little louder.<br />Nagi: OK! ARE YOU READY?<br />All: Yay!!<br />Momo: I said not to go “Yay!” How’d we reach the “yays” so fast anyway?!<br />Riku: Well, we’re idols, so…<br />Sogo: We’re idols, so I just… got carried away and said “yay” after only a short time…<br />Momo: Then I guess we should talk softly after all.<br />Tamaki: (softly) Got it! It’s been forever, Ryu-aniki~.<br />Ryunosuke: (softly) It’s been a while, Tamaki-kun!<br />Minami: (softly) Inumaru-san. Weren’t you going to greet Re:vale-san with a bang?<br />Toma: (softly) Oh, right.<br />Torao: (softly) Toma, don’t be scared. Hit ‘em with all you’ve got.<br />Toma: (softly) Okay. …Re:vale-san! We’re not gonna lose to you!<br />Momo: (softly) Eh? What?<br />Yuki: (softly) Huh?<br />Toma: (softly) Uh… I mean, you’re our seniors, but ŹOOĻ’s not gonna hold back today! We’re greeting you with all we’ve got!<br />Momo: (softly) What?<br />Yuki: (softly) Huh?<br />Toma: (softly) I said, ŹOOĻ’s not gonna hold back today! We’re greeting you…<br />Yamato: Uh, let’s talk louder! Talk normally!<br />Ryunosuke: (softly) But the gospel singers…<br />Mitsuki: They’ll be okay if we’re only a little louder!<br />Riku: Then let’s start over… It’s been a while! It’s good to see you! Tenn-nii, Toma-san, how’ve you been?<br />Tenn: Haha, I’ve been well.<br />Toma: Yeah! You didn’t catch cold or anything, right, Riku?<br />Riku: I’ve been fine! It’s our first live in a while and I’m really looking forward to singing “Welcome, Future World!!!” with everyone!<br />Nagi: Let’s all have fun singing Haruki’s “Welcome, Future World!!!” together!<br />Minami: Yes, of course… I’m sure Sakura-san would’ve loved that.<br />Haruka: It’s a Haruki Sakura song? Hey, does it have some kind of past?<br />Tamaki: Past? Whaddya mean?<br />Sogo: If there are certain circumstances associated with it… in a bad way. For example, a cursed mask with a dark past…<br />Tamaki: Cursed mask?! Don’t talk about scary stuff like that!<br />Iori: I’ve never heard anything of the sort. Why do you ask, Isumi-san?<br />Haruka: Torao said a fan was saying something weird.<br />Torao: Yeah. She didn’t want us to sing it ‘cause she was scared there’d be trouble.<br />Tenn: ……<br />Haruka: What? You’re staring.<br />Tenn: You really don’t get it?<br />Haruka: What, so you know something? …I mean. Do you know anything? [1]<br />Re:vale: Ah…<br />[{Yamato: What’s up, Re:vale-san?}]<br />(Yamato: What’s up, Momo-san?) [2]<br />Re:vale: Time for Re:vale exercises!<br />Minami: Re:vale exercises?!<br />Gaku: The hell are you talking about?<br />Mitsuki: Aren’t we already gonna jump around enough today?!<br />Riku: Ahaha! That looks fun, Re:vale-san!<br />Momo: Okay, everyone! Time for rhythmic exercises!<br />Yuki: When Brother Momo calls out, answer “Yay!”, everyone! With feeling!<br />Momo: Let’s go! IDOLiSH7!<br />IDOLiSH7: Yay!<br />Momo: TRIGGER!<br />TRIGGER: Yay!<br />Momo: ŹOOĻ!<br />ŹOOĻ: Yay!<br />Momo: And now, everyone!<br />All: Yay!!<br />Momo: Okay! Thanks, everyone!<br />Yuki: Done. Sit down.<br />Yamato: ……Seriously, what was that just now?!<br />Yuki: What do we call it… relaxing?<br />Yamato: Relaxing…?!<br />Nagi: The Re:vale exercises were GOOD! I ENJOYED them!<br />Iori: Seriously, what are they doing? Isumi-san, what were you saying earlier?<br />Haruka: Ah, um, basically, I wanted to ask if you knew what she meant when she said there would be trouble if we sing “Welcome, Future World!!!”...<br />Re:vale: Time for Re:vale exercises!<br />Haruka: Again?!<br />Re:vale: Okay! One, and…<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>wall being hit</i><br />Tamaki: Ah, they hit the wall!<br />Riku: The gospel singers got mad at the absolute kings!<br />Ryunosuke: What… but they were the overall winners of BW…<br />Yuki: (softly) Sorry…<br />Momo: (softly) We’re really sorry…<br />Sogo: Please don’t be so upset, Re:vale-san…<br />Yuki: (softly) Shh. You’re too loud, Sogo-kun.<br />Sogo: (softly) S-Sorry.<br />Toma: I-I’m sure it’s okay if we talk normally.<br />Torao: This is awkward… Minami.<br />[(Minami: Eh?)]<br />Torao: To lighten the mood, you should pretend to be convenience store worker Ryo-san rudely handing over your change…<br />Minami: No. It would fall flat in this atmosphere. I know that.<br />Tamaki: So-chan, Rikkun, you should do that skit! You know, the one that’s like, bam, pow, amazing!<br />Sogo: Oh, that one. I don’t know if I can do it properly, but… Good evening. I’m Banri Ogami of Takanashi Productions, the man who can do everything. This is our rabbit Kinako.<br />Riku: Myuu myuu.<br />Tenn: Adorable. 100 points.<br />Iori: You pass.<br />Riku: Yay! Thanks!<br />Minami: Amazing… they broke through that unwelcoming atmosphere with their cuteness…<br />Toma: Don’t get upset. Your Ryo-san is lovely too.<br />Momo: Who said that skit was “bam, pow, amazing”?<br />Riku: Banri-san!<br />Yuki: Of course Ban would like it. It’s about him. But seriously, it’s just an inside joke.<br />Sogo: …Re:vale-san really is harsh on comedic sketches.<br />Riku: Yeah. They’re pros, so…<br />Momo: We’re not comedy pros! Not at all!<br />Sogo: I don’t know about any trouble associated with “Welcome, Future World!!!”, but it debuted on a joint national tour between IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, and Re:vale.<br />Mitsuki: That song holds some special memories for us. Wonder why she said there would be trouble? You won’t get hurt or sick or anything. There’s nothing to worry about!<br />Toma: Oh, okay. Thanks. See, it’s nothing, Haru.<br />Haruka: Good! But you three groups went on a national tour together, huh. That’s amazing.<br />Tamaki: It was suuuuper fun! They told us the person who worked the hardest would be the center for a new song. That’s the song!<br />Toma: Huh, sounds interesting.<br />Torao: It’s not ŹOOĻ’s usual kinda song, but I like it.<br />Nagi: OH! Haruki made it. Of course it’s great!<br />Minami: Haha. He must be surprised in heaven, watching Rokuya-san and I sing it together.<br />Haruka: But if that’s how it is, won’t the IDOLiSH7 and TRIGGER and Re:vale fans feel weird seeing us sing it?<br />Riku: I think they’ll be happy at the surprise! They were happy when me and Iori and Tenn-nii made a unit for the Zero Arena inaugural concert too!<br />Haruka: Really? Yeah, you’re right. Ehehe. But we’re gonna sing it in a way that it makes it ŹOOĻ’s song!<br />Nagi: OH… but then that will make us sad. Get to know us, befriend us, and sing along with us.<br />Haruka: Get to know you… I think we already do…<br />Nagi: Not our profiles. Our feelings, our souls. HELLO! NICE TO MEET YOU, Haruka!<br />Haruka: Wah, he’s hugging me…!<br />Nagi: MY NAME IS NAGI ROKUYA. I want to share not just our parts and phrases, but our excitement and our happiness too.<br />Haruka: …You sure?<br />Nagi: Of course! You’re WELCOME!<br />Tamaki: You can’t just act like outsiders forever! Right, Yukirin?<br />Yuki: Why are you asking me?<br />Tamaki: You’re the one who told me that!<br />Yuki: Really?<br />Momo: It’s only a few minutes long, but it’s a song full of lots of memories! I want you to know about them too, ŹOOĻ-kun!<br />Toma: Memories… you mean of the national tour?<br />Momo: How we met and how the twelve of us ended up singing together. And we’ll think about how we want all sixteen of us to sing together!<br />Torao: …You’ll tell us?<br />Ryunosuke: Of course! After all, you told us about the moving live you had at RedFes.<br />Ryunosuke: I’m sure I congratulated you.<br />Mitsuki: Then let’s go back in time and have ŹOOĻ congratulate us too. Starting with IDOLiSH7’s first live!<br />Yamato: There were nine people in the audience!<br />Toma: Really?!<br />Mitsuki: Really, really!<br />Tenn: We’ll tell you about TRIGGER too. Our first job with Re:vale-san was a charity live.<br />Momo: Oh yeah, that!<br />Tenn: There was a miscommunication and a shared misunderstanding. Gaku was about to hit the president.<br />Gaku: Don’t say it like that. You know I didn’t hit him. Ryu stepped in first.<br />Haruka: Where did TRIGGER meet?<br />Ryunosuke: A basement bar. I’d just arrived in Tokyo. Gaku and Tenn were so cool, I was really nervous.<br />Minami: And IDOLiSH7-san?<br />Nagi; At the TAKANASHI OFFICES!<br />Riku: We played basketball the first time we met!<br />Mitsuki: Yeah, we did! When they said they would drop four of us, I was super nervous!<br />Toma: You were supposed to be a three-person group?<br />Iori: No, our manager talked it over with the president. They agreed to have us debut as a group of seven… but…<br />Haruka: But?<br />Iori: …forgot the lyrics when the seven of us first appeared on TV together. I did.<br />({Haruka: You did, Izumi?! Shit, I would cry!<br />Iori: I did cry.})</div><div>[Haruka: You did, Izumi?! I wouldn’t just cry, I’d start sobbing!<br />Iori: I did sob.]<br />Haruka: Huh… so even you make mistakes like that, Izumi…<br />Sogo: You shouldn’t let it bother you anymore. Anyway, that’s why MEZZO" debuted first.<br />Tamaki: At first we were super bad together. Right, So-chan!<br />Sogo: Yeah.<br />Tamaki: At least deny it!<br />Sogo: N-Not at all.<br />Toma: How did you meet, Re:vale?<br />Momo: Love at first sight at the live house.<br />Yuki: Right.<br />Momo: Right!<br />Toma: So you’ve always been like this…<br />Momo: Not at all! I’m his second partner! Yuki spent a long time looking for his old partner…<br />Toma: Huh?! Did you find him?<br />Yuki: Yeah. He’s the MEZZO" manager who was laughing at their inside joke.<br />Riku: That surprised me too! And then there was the time Iori and I swapped the center position, and when Yamato-san and Mitsuki-san fought and left the dorms…<br />Mitsuki & Yamato: Don’t tell them that!<br />Tamaki: And when So-chan destroyed my door with a screwdriver.<br />Yamato: And waved around a fake sword.<br />Sogo: P-Please don’t talk about that.<br />Torao: Makes you sound really manly, Osaka. I’m impressed.<br />Sogo: Mido-san.<br />Torao: Sorry…<br />Haruka: Hahaha! That’s great! What else?<br />Riku: I met someone who said he’ll never sing seriously again, but now we’re singing together at the Star Museum Fest!<br />Toma: Riku…<br />Riku: Toma-san. The first time we met, I wouldn’t have ever imagined a future like this. People and their futures are really amazing, and so interesting!<br />Toma: I’m grateful. I’m glad we met. I’m glad this is the future we reached. …I’m really, really glad I can sing seriously again.<br />Riku: Yeah! I don’t know what’ll happen in the future, but I’m sure there’ll be lots of times when we struggle and don’t know what to do…<br />Riku: But even the things we thought we couldn’t overcome, we overcame one by one, and now here we are. We’re really cool, huh!<br />Mitsuki: Yeah, we’re cool!<br />Iori: We’re cool.<br />Haruka: I… I wanna be able to say we’re cool too. I know I was just bragging we’ll make it ŹOOĻ’s song, but I don’t mean cool like that. More like…<br />Haruka: I want to know what it really means to be strong.<br />Toma: Haru…<br />Haruka: We’ll sing with all our hearts. “Welcome, Future World!!!”<br />Riku: Yeah! It’ll be great!<br />Sogo: It’s nearly time to begin. When they light the lanterns during the finale and release them into the sky, that’ll be our cue to start singing “Welcome, Future World!!!”<br />Yamato: It’ll be a beautiful sea of lights, both from above and below.<br />Momo: It’ll be super pretty! Let’s hype up the Star Museum Fest with all we’ve got!<br />All: Yeah!</div><div><br />■ The outdoor venue for the winter festival<br />▶ Stage lights off<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>chattering</i><br /><br /></div><div>Mitsuki: It’s time for the Star Museum Fest finale! Hey everyone, did you have fun?<br />Minami: It’s finally time for the long-awaited lantern release. Light your lanterns when we count down. Once they’re hot enough, let go carefully, and your lantern will rise into the sky.<br />Tenn: They say when you finally lose sight of the lantern lights high up in the night sky, your difficulties will also disappear.<br />Yuki: Be careful to avoid burns and accidents. Let’s enjoy the magnificent sight of the lanterns rising together.<br />Haruka: Okay, time for the countdown!<br />Torao: Here we go! You ready?!<br />Toma: The venue’s gonna go all dark. Careful you don’t get hurt! Okay, let’s do this!<br />Re:vale: Countdown start!<br />Ryunosuke: 10!<br />Tenn: 9!<br />Gaku: 8!<br />Riku: 7!<br />Nagi: 6!<br />Sogo: 5!<br />Tamaki: 4!<br />Mitsuki: 3!<br />Yamato: 2!<br />Iori: 1!<br />All: Start!<br />▶ Venue penlights on<br />All: Wow!<br />Riku: It’s beautiful…!<br />Haruka: So pretty…<br />Tamaki: It’s super pretty!<br />Nagi: AMAZING…! What a lovely, moving sight!<br />Ryunosuke: You’re right…<br />Gaku: Ryu! Come on!<br />Ryunosuke: Oh, I forgot! 1, 2, 3…<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>camera shutter</i><br />Ryunosuke: Got it!<br />Tenn: Haha. Good.<br />Toma: Come here, you guys! Let’s take a group selfie!<br />Minami: I have a selfie stick.<br />Haruka: You’ve got everything, Minami.<br />{Torao: My arms are longest. I’ll take it. One, two…}<br />(Torao: Okay, I’ll take it. Everyone line up here.<br />Toma: Okay.<br />Torao: Wait just a second.<br />Torao: Ready?<br />Haruka: Let’s do it!<br />Torao: One, two…) [3]<br />[Torao: Okay, I’ll take it. Everyone get in close.<br />Toma: Okay. Let’s go.<br />Haruka: Yeah.<br />Torao: Wait just a second.<br />Toma: Let’s go. Everyone together?<br />Toma: We’re together.<br />Torao: Okay, someone else do the count.<br />Toma: Got it. One, two…]<br />ŹOOĻ: ŹOOĻ!<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>camera shutter</i><br />Riku: So they take pictures when they say ŹOOĻ.<br />{Tamaki: So-chan, us too.<br />Sogo: O-Okay. One, two…<br />MEZZO": MEZZO"!}<br />[Tamaki: So-chan, us too.<br />Sogo: O-Okay. Let me get ready. Um…<br />Tamaki: Huh? You have something?<br />Sogo: Yeah. I brought a lot of things we can use.<br />Tamaki: That’s just like you, So-chan.<br />Sogo: Okay, here we go! One, two…<br />MEZZO": MEZZO"!]<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>camera shutter</i><br />Momo: So pretty, Yuki…<br />Yuki: Very pretty, Momo…<br />Mitsuki: Re:vale-san is off in their own little world.<br />Yamato: It’s great.<br />Mitsuki: What, their own little world?<br />Yamato: Not that! The lanterns!<br />Yamato: It’s nice to watch rockets go off with a bang. But watching them float away slowly and gently and softly isn’t bad either.<br />Nagi: It’s wonderful. Let’s rise like them in our own way—slowly and elegantly.<br />Iori: Nanase-san, it’s about time to signal the finale song.<br />Riku: Oh, right. Um…<br />Riku: Okay, everyone! Please listen to this song while we look up at the beautiful sky! These members will be performing our final song!<br />Riku: ŹOOĻ!<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>cheering</i><br />Riku: IDOLiSH7!<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>cheering</i><br />Riku: TRIGGER!<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>cheering</i><br />Riku: Re:vale!<br />▶ Sound: SFX <i>cheering</i><br />Riku: All four groups together will be performing for you! “Welcome, Future World!!!”</div><div><br /><hr /><br />[1] Haru is making a super effort to be more polite to Tenn here lol<br />[2] Yuki’s voice actor was supposed to be at the event but had COVID this weekend. Momo was live, so a lot of the “Re:vale” lines are Momo only, and here Yamato addresses Momo alone.<br />[3] in the live performances, ŹOOĻ actually does line up for a group selfie here, which is why their dialogue is longer. MEZZO"’s photo is skipped in Day 1.</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-37189693115615771012022-05-18T05:09:00.003-07:002021-01-22T10:51:05.128-08:00Current Projects<h3>
<i>Hariyama-san, Center of the World</i></h3>
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<b>Volume 2</b><br />
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<a href="https://azurillturtle.blogspot.com/2020/05/hariyama-san-center-of-world-volume-2.html">THE DON'T OF THE DEAD</a> <b>(Posted 5/17)</b><br /><a href="http://azurillturtle.blogspot.com/2020/07/hariyama-san-center-of-world-volume-2.html">Interlude 3: Revival For No Reason</a> <b>(Posted 7/3)</b></div><div>The Scarlet Death of Cross Kashiwagi <b>(in... progress......)</b></div>
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<i>IDOLiSH7</i></h3><div>Songs:</div><div><i><a href="http://azurillturtle.blogspot.com/2021/01/idolish7-its-all-for-you-revale.html">It's ALL -for you-</a></i> (Re:vale) <b>(Posted 1/22)</b></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-62688881229847147102022-03-02T15:58:00.002-08:002022-03-02T16:01:19.021-08:00Tales of Asteria/Link: The Heart-Pounding Dream Plan!<div style="text-align: left;">happy Link anniversary!!! here's the translation of their Christmas event in Asteria, written by the Link scenario writer Naoi Hironori and with the prologue and epilogue fully voiced. recordings (done by a friend) are on YouTube and are linked in each section.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><i>Tales of Asteria<br /></i><i>Tales of Link</i> Christmas event<br /><i>The Heart-Pounding Dream Plan!</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /><i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZTUa_f1XPU">Prologue</a></i></div><div><i><br /></i>Sara: Hmm… okay. Looks like this is the right road.<br />Sara: We’re pretty close now. We should be able to see it soon.<br />Kana: Yaaaay! I wonder what the venue’s like! This is gonna be great!<br />Zephyr: We haven’t even gotten there yet. You’re way too excited…<br />Allen: I’m looking forward to this Christmas party too.<br />Allen: Orie is the one organizing it. The invitations made it sound like a lot of fun.<br />Sara: Haha… should I read it? Um… “Are you enjoying your travels, everyone?”<br />Kana: Yeah! Of course! We’re going east and west and having great adventures every day!<br />Sara: “I know you must be busy, but… we’re holding a Christmas party this year.”<br />Sara: “We plan to invite lots of people to the party. ♪”<br />Kana: Yaay! That’s great! We can catch up with the friends we don’t usually see!<br />Sara: “We’re also planning to exchange presents. You’re welcome to come if you’d like.”<br />Kana: Yeah! We’re definitely gonna come! Wait for us, Orie!<br />Zephyr: Geez. Don’t add your comments to every single line.<br />Kana: I like Orie. She thinks up lots of fun things.<br />Zephyr: You think everyone who likes to celebrate is your friend.<br />Kana: They all are. It’s the same for Lippy.<br />Allen: “I’ll go ahead first to help with the preparations and make this the very best party.”<br />Allen: …And then he ran ahead.<br />Sara: He was really energized. He crossed over two mountains in a flash.<br />Zephyr: You’re the only one who could see that far, Sara.<br />Zephyr: We always end up dragged in like this whenever Lippy and Kana agree.<br />Allen: You like celebrations too, Zephyr. You always take part.<br />Zephyr: Not because I want to. I’m just going along with you guys every single time.<br />Allen: Really? In the giant crab fight, you really went after that crab—<br />Zephyr: That crab was looking down on me. I needed to put it in its place.<br />Sara: In the fluffy hair ribbon festival, you put so many cute ribbons in Kana’s hair—<br />Zephyr: When they said our opponent might as well be a model, all my hidden talents emerged. Dunno why.<br />Zephyr: Next thing I knew, Kana’s hair was all tied up in fluffy ribbons super fancy-like.<br />Kana: In the scarf-knitting contest, they called you the greatest scarf-maker of our age!<br />Zephyr: Doesn’t matter what it is, a switch goes off in my head and I get super into it. I hate that part of me…!<br />Zephyr: But—that’s ‘cause <i>this ridiculous girl </i>always goes “This sounds like fun!” and jumps right into it!<br />Kana: It’s fine, right? There’s a lot of things that are fun.<br />Kana: I want to spend every day with you all like this.<br />Kana: You think so too, right, Sara?<br />Sara: Right. Every day is so much fun when we’re all adventuring together!<br />Kana: Ehehe… Sara, I love you!<br />Sara: Haha. Kana~! Good girl.<br />Zephyr: Sara always goes way too easy on Kana. Say something, Allen.<br />Allen: Huh? Why me?<br />Zephyr: Well. If you really are that clueless, it’s not like you’d be able to scold her either.<br />Allen: I don’t know what you mean… Anyway, why don’t you just go ahead and have fun, Zephyr?<br />Allen: We’re wearing the clothes Lippy made for the event too.<br />Zephyr: Don’t get me wrong. I’m just wearing new winter clothes to deal with the cold.<br />Kana: That Santa costume looks really good on you too, Zephyr.<br />Zephyr: Santa costume? What’re you talking about? I’m just using this as a warm coat.<br />Sara: Zephyr, why do you keep insisting you’re not Santa?<br />Zephyr: Well, that’s ‘cause… Hey, Allen. Greet them like you’re Santa. Then they’ll get it.<br />Allen: Huh? Why all of a sudden? Um… Merry Christmas! Have you been good children? Here’s a present for you!<br />Sara: Whoa! Allen, you sound great!<br />Allen: Ahaha. If you say so.<br />Zephyr: That’s right. Said like that, you’re a proper Santa. Kids will smile and come running.<br />Zephyr: Merry Christmas! Were you good kids? I’m gonna give you presents!<br />Zephyr: …That’s what it would sound like. It’s way too different from how I usually am. The kids would run away.<br />Kana: That’s not true. You’re a really good person.<br />Zephyr: Hahaha. What the hell are you talking about?<br />Noogie noogie ♪<br />Kana: Waaaah! Why are you noogieing me?!<br />Allen: Well, Kana, it’s because Zephyr gets embarrassed if you call him a good person.<br />Zephyr: …You’re really good at revealing my deepest secrets…<br />Allen: Haha. It’s like I said before. Let’s just go ahead and have fun.<br />Zephyr: Yeah, yeah. I just hope the food and present exchange and stuff go over well.<br />Zephyr: …Oh, right. Are the presents we brought in that bag?<br />Sara: Yes. I was hoping to give something kind of rare, so I brought the reward we got from the last merchants’ request.<br />Zephyr: The big hunt in the middle of town, huh. That was a pretty rough fight… couldn’t relax for a second.<br />Allen: Was it really that scary?<br />Sara: That was the time Zephyr and Kana drove them slowly toward the ambush point.<br />Zephyr: If we let our guard down even a little, we would get attacked. My hood-grabbing hand was covered in sweat.<br />Sara: Ahh, I see.<br />Kana: Did I really mess up that much?<br />Zephyr: I remember well. Twelve times. It was the top daily record for last month. Second place was only six times, it’s pretty far ahead.<br />Allen: Why do you remember so well?<br />Zephyr: So what is it we got for the reward?<br />Sara: You don’t remember, huh… it’s a really rare dye.<br />Kana: You can make really pretty shining paints out of it. It shines like the rainbow.<br />Allen: It’s really beautiful. I think everyone will really like it.<br />Kana: Hurry ♪ Hurry ♪ To the party ♪ the party ♪<br />Sara: Ehehe. We should be able to see the venue once we climb—huh!?<br />Allen: Sara? What’s wrong?<br />Sara: Umm… I can see the venue, but… I’m just surprised. That’s… even you guys can probably see it.<br />Allen: Huh? —Ah… yeah. I can see it too…<br />Zephyr: There’s a ridiculously big Christmas tree coming out of a building. That’s gotta be the venue.<br />Allen: It reaches up to the clouds… I’ve read a story like that, about a beanstalk that reached up to the heavens.<br />Kana: Waah! I’m sure Lady Leonne is surprised too!<br />Sara: Normally I’d think I was dreaming or seeing things, but Lippy went to the venue, so it must be real.<br />Kana: I’m super excited now! Let’s go to the venue!<br />At the same time— In the sky nearby the venue—<br />???: I see… so this is the venue… Then we’ll lie in wait for them here.<br /><br /><hr /><br /><i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsU1LBrX3Vg&t=0s">The Heart-Pounding Dream Plan!</a></i></div><div><i><br /></i>Orie: Merry Christmas, everyone! It’s so good to see you!<br />Kana: You too, Orie! It’s been so long!<br />Allen: Thanks for today. You’re always inviting us, but we almost never make it. Sorry.<br />Zephyr: We travel the whole year round and don’t come home a lot. By the time we get the invites, the event’s already passed.<br />Orie: No, don’t worry about it! I’m really glad you could make it this time!<br />Orie: Lippy, um… he ended up helping decorate the venue and had a big impact on how it turned out…<br />Lippy: Everyone! I’ve been waiting for you!<br />Sara: Lippy! We’re here now! That Christmas tree is really something.<br />Lippy: Oh, you noticed it?<br />Zephyr: How could we not notice something that stupidly big?<br />Lippy: Well, this party will have many attendees, so I thought I should give it my all.<br />Lippy: I thought perhaps something like this might happen someday, so I brought a tree I’d been growing for some time.<br />Allen: You’re really amazing, Lippy.<br />Kana: Lippy’s such a kind fairy! You’re always thinking about how to make people happy! You’re so cool!<br />Orie: …?<br />Orie: Um… why are none of you wondering where he grew it or how he brought it here?<br />Zephyr: Don’t think on it too hard, Orie. Lippy could do it because he’s Lippy. That’s good enough.<br />Orie: …All right. Understood. When the party’s over, I’ll propose that this venue be turned into a landmark site.<br />Orie: —In any case, with Lippy’s help, the venue is gorgeously decorated.<br />Orie: Please enjoy yourselves! I’m going to see how things are going elsewhere. Please excuse me.<br />Allen: Okay, thanks!<br />Zephyr: —Okay, let’s grab food or something and take a look around.<br />Kana: Zephyr! The Hamburg steak is over there! I’m gonna go bring some back.<br />Zephyr: Hey, you’re not a kid. Just go—hey, wait! Look out! Ugh!<br />Lippy: Oh, they ran off.<br />Sara: Haha. Let’s go get something too. What would you like, Allen?<br />Allen: Um, I think I saw bread over there—<br />???: Oh, Allen’s group’s over there.<br />???: Heeey! Over here!<br />Lippy: —! This voice…<br />Ludger: Hey, it’s been a while, Allen, Sara, Lippy.<br />Kyle: Orie said you’d be here today. We’ve been looking for you!<br />Lippy: Master Ludger! Master Kyle! It’s been so long!<br />Ludger: Huh? It’s… just you three? Where are Zephyr and Kana?<br />Allen: Yeah, they went off to get food.<br />Kyle: Oh. They’re really getting along, huh.<br />Ludger: Are you still traveling?<br />Ludger: I heard you’ve been journeying through a lot of countries and helping people in need.<br />Sara: Yeah, but that’s not all. We’ve been going to uncivilized islands and exploring newly discovered ruins—<br />Allen: We’re always having all sorts of adventures together.<br />Kyle: That’s great. Sounds like you’re having fun. Maybe I’ll go with you next time.<br />Lippy: You’d be welcome! We encounter many unusual occurrences and become involved in many strange situations, but—it will be quite memorable!<br />Ludger: …Right, from what you all say, a lot of your adventures are like that…<br />Kyle: Then how ‘bout letting me come along if I feel like I wanna see something weird?<br />Ludger: Let’s enjoy ourselves today. I’ll go talk to Zephyr and Kana later.<br />Allen: Yeah! Let’s have fun!<br />Kana: We’re back! We brought enough food for everyone!<br />Lippy: Oh. Master Ludger and Master Kyle were just here. You just missed each other.<br />Kana: Ah, really? We’ll have to go look for them later!<br />Zephyr: …We found someone we know too. Kana grabbed her and brought her over.<br />Velvet: Hey. Haven’t seen you in a while.<br />Sara: Velvet!<br />Kana: Ehehe~ I really wanted to see you, Velvet. How’ve you been?<br />Velvet: Same as always. …You look like you’re having fun like always too.<br />Kana: Yeah! We’re wearing Santa clothes today. How do they look?<br />Velvet: You all look good. That detailed sewing… Lippy made them, didn’t he?<br />Lippy: Yes! You truly have a good eye, Lady Velvet! I’m delighted.<br />Velvet: It’s no big deal. Anyway—<br />Zephyr: What’re you looking at? Is it weird for me to be in holiday clothes? Think it’s not like me?<br />Velvet: Not really? You’re weak to kids. …I was just thinking you’re at it again.<br />Allen: Haha. She sees right through you, Zephyr.<br />Zephyr: …Ugh. Damn. At least say “It’s the same for her.”<br />Kana: …Whaaat? What’re you talking about?<br />Velvet: …Well, it’s good that you’re happy. I’ll be going now.<br />Kana: Oh, too bad… I wanted to talk more.<br />Zephyr: Haah… feel like we ended on a draw…<br />Sara: Zephyr, what were you fighting against…?<br />Lippy: But, well, quite a variety of people were invited.<br />Allen: We might see some people we don’t meet very often. I wonder if there’s anyone around the tree?<br />.<br />???: Hohoho.<br />???: Kyuuuun.<br />Lippy: …I feel as if I’ve just seen something unbelievable…<br />Sara: W-Why are they here…<br />Santa: Ohh, we’ve been looking for you!<br />Kana: If you’re here, does that mean you need something from us?<br />Zephyr: I’ve got a bad feeling about this… Let’s head behind the venue. Shouldn’t be too many people there.<br />Santa: It’s really been a long time.<br />Allen: It has. You’re looking well, “Santa.”<br />Lippy: Dear me, it takes me back to the shock of the first time we met.<br />Lippy: To think that this elderly man with the look of a grizzled veteran<br />Lippy: is Master Santa Claus, who carries presents on the holy night…<br />Reindeer: Kyuun, kyuun.<br />Lippy: Oh, Master Reindeer, I’ll translate your words with the SMARTFON. Tap tap.<br />Reindeer: —It’s been a while. Have you been well?<br />Zephyr: There are so many things I could say to that.<br />Allen: So why were you looking for us?<br />Santa: Well. You’ve been a great help to us in the past. I heard rumors that you’ve finally become Santas.<br />Sara: Become… um, we’re just wearing these clothes…<br />Santa: You are wearing the clothes. In other words, you’ve taken the first step along the road to becoming Santas. That’s the way it goes.<br />Santa: You can’t wear those bright red clothes without absolute conviction.<br />Zephyr: I wore ‘em ‘cause they looked warm.<br />Lippy: It’s no use explaining, Master Zephyr. They live in their own world. And in addition—<br />Kana: Hm hm. So that’s how it is. I learned something today! This is so exciting!<br />Sara: Kana’s getting into it too.<br />Zephyr: Oh, geez… So we’ve got no choice but to go along with it, huh.<br />Allen: So… Now that we’re Santas again, what did you need from us?<br />Santa: Hm. I thought to instruct you in the Santa Skills.<br />Sara: Santa Skills?<br />Santa: The essential qualities that all Santas must learn: heart, technique, and strength.<br />Reindeer: There is one skill for heart and 248 for technique and strength.<br />Sara: Your essentials are really biased toward strength…<br />Santa: I came here today to teach you as much of the essentials as I can.<br />Reindeer: If you distribute presents on the holy night without knowing the essentials… you won’t return in one piece.<br />Zephyr: What kind of dangerous stuff do you guys even do?<br />Santa: The first technique, “Santa Hole.”<br />Santa: Hold up your pointer and middle finger, spaced about the distance between two eyes. Try it.<br />Sara: Umm, so a peace sign. Like this?<br />Santa: Right. And then… That wall looks good. —Haa!<br />Boom!!<br />Santa: If you stab forcefully, just like that, you can make peepholes to see inside.<br />Zephyr: Starting with something destructive, huh. I should’ve known.<br />Santa: Figure out what they’re up to first so you don’t get caught. It’s important.<br />Zephyr: Seriously… Huh? What’s up, Kana? Why’re you curled over like that?<br />Kana: Zephyr… this is bad. My fingers made this weird sound. They hurt a lot.<br />Zephyr: …Try “pain, pain, go away.”<br />Reindeer: We don’t have much time. Let’s continue. Read this manual.<br />Allen: What is it? It’s as thick as an encyclopedia.<br />Santa: It contains instructions on making sleeping gas and smoke bombs, tools to use when caught.<br />Reindeer: Kids usually start crying if fingers come out of their walls all of a sudden.<br />Lippy: Isn’t that because you use the Santa Hole…?<br />Sara: I’d just like to ask… Don’t you have anything more normal?<br />Santa: Hmph, then let’s go to something a bit more orthodox: physical skill number one.<br />Santa: Hold up your pointer and middle finger, spaced about the distance between two eyes.<br />Kana: Huh? Isn’t that the same as before? It’s a peace sign again. Okay.<br />Santa: No, that’s the pose for Santa Eye Break, used to blind your pursuers if you’re seen.<br />Zephyr: That’s dangerous no matter how you look at it. That’s rude to the peace sign.<br />Kana: Mm… that’s true.<br />Kana: So then if you’re seen, how about making your very best peace sign and distracting them with a smile?<br />Santa: Ah…hm… you may have a point. I never expected to find a way out other than blinding them.<br />Reindeer: We’ve reached a turning point in the long history of Santas…<br />Zephyr: You probably couldn’t distract them with just that… But I guess it’s okay as long as it makes you guys a little less violent.<br />Santa: …Well then, there are yet more skills. Let’s keep going.<br />Santa: Hmph. With that, we’ve finished most of the technique and strength skills.<br />Sara: It was all how to use firearms and gunpowder and how to launch surprise attacks. It would be useful in a fight, but…<br />Lippy: Are you trying to form a combat unit?<br />Reindeer: Not at all. We polish our techniques day and night for the ultimate goal of making children’s dreams come true.<br />Santa: Yes. That feeling is the most essential Santa skill: “heart.”<br />Santa: Now that we’ve reached the end of your instruction, you must prove your heart to me.<br />Allen: What do you mean?<br />Santa: “Heart” is a practical test. You’ll deliver presents to everyone in the venue and so bring smiles to their faces.<br />Santa: Once you do, you will become true Santas.<br />Zephyr: Make everyone in the venue smile with presents? …That’s impossible. We didn’t bring enough stuff for that.<br />Santa: Give it some thought. If you don’t… we too will be punished harshly for teaching the Santa essentials to those who aren’t Santas.<br />Santa: It’s a severe punishment. We’ll be body pressed by muscular Santas for one hundred hours and stripped of our qualifications as Santas.<br />Sara: I don’t even want to think about it…<br />Zephyr: But on the other hand, isn’t it better for everyone if we mess up and stop this old guy from running around in the middle of the night in winter?<br />Kana: Stop it, Zephyr! Santa won’t be Santa anymore. We have to succeed!<br />Lippy: Hm, what shall we do…<br />Allen: A present we can give that will make everyone smile… huh…<br />Allen: Hey, guys—I think I have an idea. What about this?<br />Lippy: …I see! Wonderful, Master Allen! That’s an amazing idea.<br />Sara: Yeah, if we do that, I think it’ll work!<br />Kana: Waaah! This’ll be great! I’m sure everyone will smile for us!<br />Zephyr: Yeah. We’ve already reeled in one kid. It’s gotta work.<br />Allen: Okay! Then let’s get started.<br />Everyone: Yeah!<br /><br /><hr /><br /><i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RqPpE5SI54&t=0s">Epilogue</a></i></div><div><i><br /></i>Kana: Waaah! We’re flying! Flying through the sky in a sleigh is like a dream come true!<br />Sara: We got to ride one a long time ago too. The wind’s really nice!<br />Kana: I’m glad he let us borrow the sleigh! And we’re wearing these clothes too. It really does feel like we’re Santas now.<br />Zephyr: Hey now, don’t get so excited. I know flying so high is really fun, but—<br />Zephyr: —Whoa?! Look over there, Allen! Isn’t that where we camped yesterday? So that’s what it looks like from up here.<br />Allen: For all that you say that, you’re really excited too, Zephyr.<br />Sara: Ehehe… Ah, we’ve got a message from Lippy.<br />Sara: “The preparations down below are complete. I’ve gathered the guests and all the nearby residents in a place where they can see the sky.”<br />Sara: …He says. Sounds like we’re good to start.<br />Allen: Great. How about… over here?<br />Zephyr: So right over the tree. Sounds gound to me.<br />Kana: It’ll look great from below!<br />Allen: Okay! Then let’s go over the plan one more time.<br />Sara: First is Allen’s magic. It’ll be a little different from usual… is what you said, but…<br />Zephyr: Rearranging the composition of offensive spells makes them a bit harder to cast, but Allen should manage just fine.<br />Zephyr: And also—he’s really, really good when it gets down to business. We’re counting on you, partner.<br />Allen: Ahaha. I’ll do my best. Then Sara and Kana will be up next.<br />Sara: We’ll be throwing the balls we made as high up into the sky as we can. We’ve got this!<br />Zephyr: I didn’t think we’d be taking the rainbow dyes we got as presents and what we learned about gunpowder to make “these.”<br />Allen: Lippy came across the idea in his studies before.<br />Allen: “I must learn how to make these just in case the time ever comes!” he said.<br />Kana: Lippy really is—Lippy!<br />Zephyr: What’s that supposed to mean… is what I’d like to say, but that’s really the only way to put it.<br />Allen: And lastly, fire spells to light up the balls in the sky.<br />Allen: It’s dark, the targets are small, and your footing will be unsteady—but you can do it, Zephyr.<br />Zephyr: Leave it to me. …But I am kinda worried that one of the people throwing might throw ‘em in completely the wrong direction.<br />Kana: You’re definitely talking about me. But it’ll be fine!<br />Kana: Before we took off, I prayed to the goddess that I’d be able to throw properly!<br />Zephyr: …You really went and prayed to someone that important about throwing a bunch of balls…<br />Zephyr: Kinda feel like it’s a lost cause, but… well, we’ll manage no matter what happens. I’m used to picking up the slack for you.<br />Kana: Ehehe. Thanks as always, Zephyr. I’ll do my very best!<br />Allen: Yeah, let’s do it. I’m sure we’ll do a great job.<br />Allen: Okay, let’s go!<br />Everyone: The Christmas Heart-Pounding Dream Plan!<br />Sara: Then you’re up, Allen!<br />Allen: Okay, let’s go! “Freeze, o air!”<br />Kana: Waah! It’s snowing! It’s so pretty!<br />Zephyr: You tuned it perfectly. Just like I thought.<br />Sara: Next it’s our turn, Kana!<br />Kana: Yeah! Let’s throw them as hard as we can, Sara! Ready, go!<br />Sara/Kana: Haaaaaaah!<br />Allen: There they go, Zephyr!<br />Zephyr: Perfect, you two! I’m gonna hit ‘em!<br />Zephyr: “Flames, race forth—!”<br />Kana: Waaaaah… rainbow fireworks! They’re so pretty!<br />Sara: Wow… they’re sparkling and reflecting off the snow… just like something out of a fairy tale!<br />Zephyr: It’s even more stunning than I imagined.<br />Sara: When Allen suggested “setting off fireworks against a snowy sky,” I wondered what it would look like…<br />Sara: They’re shining everywhere, Allen!<br />Allen: It’s thanks to you, Sara.<br />Sara: Huh? Me? Why?<br />Allen: When I thought about what could make everyone smile, I remembered everything we’ve done till now.<br />Allen: We’ve had so many adventures and seen so many things, laughing along with everyone.<br />Allen: So then I realized. A “beautiful view” has the power to make people smile.<br />Sara: —! …Oh… you’re right! I think so too!<br />Allen: You’re the one who taught me that, Sara.<br />Allen: So I thought I wanted to give a beautiful view to everyone.<br />Sara: Ehehe. It’s a fitting present from us!<br />Kana: Okay! Let’s keep on with our present! I’m gonna throw over there next!<br />Zephyr: —Hey, Kana! If you lean out that far you’re gonna fall!<br />Kana: Waaaah! …Ehehe, thanks, Zephyr.<br />Zephyr: I’m always doing this. Don’t worry about it. Come on, keep on throwing!<br />Kana: Yeah!<br />Allen: We’re almost out of fireworks.<br />Zephyr: So it’s about time to end the party.<br />Santa: Heeeey!<br />Kana: Ah! Santa’s coming over here!<br />Sara: He’s riding the reindeer… so he can fly even without the sleigh…<br />Santa: You’ve proven to me that you have the hearts of Santas…<br />Santa: Everyone at the venue was extremely excited when they saw the fireworks in the sky.<br />Allen: That’s great!<br />Santa: You were able to make the children—no, you were able to make all the people smile.<br />Santa: You’ve passed your Santa initiations with flying colors!<br />Kana: Yay! Then you won’t be punished either. You’ll get to stay on as a Santa!<br />Santa: Yes, of course. Naturally, I wasn’t worried at all.<br />Reindeer: I didn’t think for a moment that your considerate “hearts” would be found lacking.<br />Santa: Then we shall take our leave here. You can hold on to that sleigh as an initiation present!<br />Santa: May you have a grand holy night! Merry Christmas!<br />Sara: …There they go.<br />Zephyr: Hey, partner. We came down to earth and we’ve gone on so many journeys, but—now we’ve really become Santas.<br />Allen: Ever since we came to earth—ever since we met everyone—it’s been so much fun.<br />Zephyr: Isn’t it a bit too chaotic? Sometimes I just wanna kick back and relax in the hot springs.<br />Allen: Then let’s do that. It sounds nice. We can all go together.<br />Zephyr: Oh? Really? There’s a place I’ve got my eye on…<br />Allen: Yeah. Why not? We’ll have lots of fun.<br />Zephyr: You sound like Kana.<br />Allen: Ahaha. Everyone feels the same.<br />Allen: Always, no matter where we go. We want days like that—adventures like that.<br />Allen: Let’s have them together. Now and in the future.<br />Zephyr: Haha. Well, it won’t get boring. Doesn’t sound too bad.<br />Sara: Ehehe. We came here to enjoy the party, but we ended up doing something unbelievable.<br />Kana: I think it’s just like always for us! It’s been an amazing day!<br />Kana: Oh! Let’s call today the anniversary of when we all became Santas!<br />Sara: Ahaha! You’re right! Then maybe we should celebrate today too.<br />Zephyr: Honestly, we’re just full of anniversaries.<br />Allen: Okay, let’s go back to the venue and share a toast with Lippy!<br />Everyone: Merry Christmas!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-50057453242076883782022-01-23T14:48:00.004-08:002022-12-19T11:13:41.973-08:00IDOLiSH7: WONDER LiGHT (IDOLiSH7)<p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">translation of <i>WONDER LiGHT</i>, the third beat second cours opening song! now updated based on the official lyrics.</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-c62e546d-7fff-1171-9c4e-14681b7f69a0"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">note that some of the lines switch order in the translation to read more naturally in English.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>WONDER LiGHT</i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">IDOLiSH7</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Romaji and translation</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span></span></p><a name='more'></a></span><p></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(1) kieru yuuhi wo hajimari no aizu ni</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) hakumei no naka e koko kara fumidasou</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(3) ashita wo yobu tame no inori</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(4) illumination mi ni matotte</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(6) show no maku wa zutto oritenai sekai wa matteru</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(2) sou yume to yatto kyou ni tsuita bakari</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(5) soredemo kassai to rizumu wo sasoinagara</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) arukidaseru hazu da kimi to</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(all) kimi to tatteru nara</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">yoru ni hikari tomosu kagiri </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">gikochinai tabi wa kibou e to kawareru</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">kazu shirenai wakaredeai</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ippozutsu ga WONDER LiGHT</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) dokomademo</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(all) hashagu akari sore wa story</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">itsuka no negai ga michi ni natte kureru</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">kutsuoto sase mae ni mae ni ike</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">mata saki e to mukau tabi</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) nanairo sotto matataku yo</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(1, 2) akarusugitemo kurasugitemo naze ka</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">shikai aimai ni naru kedo sore de ii</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(5, 6, 7) chikachika shiteru zawameiteiru</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ari no mama no ima wo susumou</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(3, 4) ai da nante aratamacchau no wa iwakan aru kedo</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(1, 5, 7) sou namida nijimisou na hito ga itara oshiete</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(2, 3) tashoku no shawaa mattadanaka</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(all) tsuredashi ni yuku kara</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(1, 7) hora maiodoreba nagareboshi da</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(4, 5) bokura ga seigi wo hakichigaeteitemo</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(2, 3, 6) dareka ni totte saiwai nara</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) nanairo shita ashiato wa tadashii n da</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(all) yoru ni hikari tomosu kagiri</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">gikochinai tabi mo mirai ni tsunagaru</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">kazu shirenai mabayusatachi</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ippozutsu ga WONDER LiGHT</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) dokomademo</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(all) hashagu akari sore wa story</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">itsuka no negai ga michi ni natte kureru</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">kutsuoto sase mae ni mae ni ike</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">mata saki e to mukau kara</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) nanairo sotto waratte</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(all) kitto kitto kitto</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">konya no you ni nanairo sotto matataku yo</span></p><br /><hr /><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(1) with the vanishing sunset our signal to start</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) we step out from here into the twilight</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(4) the illumination wraps around us,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(3) a prayer to call forth tomorrow</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(6) the show curtain will never fall; the world is waiting</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(2) right, we’ve only just now reached the present along with our dreams</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(5) even so, the cheers and the rhythm call us forth</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) if we’re with you, we can walk forward</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(all) if you’re standing by our side</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">as long as the light brightens the night</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">this clumsy journey can be turned into hope</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">each and every one of our uncountable meetings and partings</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">is a WONDER LiGHT</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) no matter how far we go</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(all) those frolicking lights are our story</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">our wishes for the future will form our path</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">with the sound of footsteps, we move ever onward</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">facing forward again on our journey</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) these seven lights will twinkle softly</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(1, 2) whether it’s too bright or too dark, for some reason</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">my vision clouds, but that’s fine</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(5, 6, 7) the light stings my eyes; as noisy as usual,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">we continue forward just the way we are now</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(3, 4) I don’t want to go so far as to call it love, but</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(1, 5, 7) if you see anyone who looks to be crying, tell us</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(all) and we'll bring them</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(2, 3) a shower of many colors</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(1, 7) hey, if you dance, you’ll see a shooting star</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(4, 5) even if you mistake us for “justice"</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(2, 3, 6) if that brings someone happiness</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(7) then our seven-colored footsteps can be right</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(all) as long as the light brightens the night</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">this clumsy journey connects us to the future</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">each and every one of these uncountable dazzling sparks</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">is a WONDER LiGHT</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">(7) no matter how far we go</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">(all) these cheerful lights are our story</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">our wishes for the future will form our path</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">with the sound of footsteps, we move ever onward</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">because we’ll face forward again</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">(7) these seven lights laugh softly</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">(all) definitely, definitely, definitely</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">the seven lights will twinkle softly, just like tonight</span></p><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-58722958785710882552021-06-05T10:41:00.006-07:002022-11-28T07:40:14.267-08:00IDOLiSH7: [Twelve Hits] RADIO STATION "Twelve Hits!" -Toma ver.-<p>I said I wasn't going to do any i7 voice dramas. Apparently I lied.</p><p>RADIO STATION "Twelve Hits!" -Toma ver.-<br />From <i>Wonderful Octave</i> - <i>Toma Inumaru</i></p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><br /></p><p>Hey, guys. How you doing?</p><p><i>Radio Station Twelve Hits!</i></p><p>This is Toma Inumaru. I’ll be today’s featured personality. Thanks for listening to the show.</p><p>This is a talk variety show that plays top hits and showcases wonderful messages from the listeners. Uh, I’ve always kinda wanted to appear on <i>Twelve Hits!</i>. I put down a ton of things I wanna talk about today. Haha. Well, I was super excited when I wrote it all down. Looking at it now, even I can’t read most of it…</p><p>Hahaha! That’ll be a good memory. Anyway, there’s lots of I wanna share with you today. I’ll talk as much as I can, so you guys keep up with me! Let’s have fun together!</p><p><br /></p><p>So, November is almost over. When it starts to get real cold like this, I… feel kinda sad. “Ahh, the year’s almost over…” That kinda lonely feeling. Wonder what’s up with that. It’s not really like me, but when I look at the sunset when heading home, or when I wanna see my friends for no reason… Wait, that’s kinda embarrassing.</p><p>We suddenly got a lot more jobs this year, so we didn’t get to see each other as much. It’s been pretty rough. But I’m really happy that all you fans are enjoying our voices and our songs so much. We’re gonna have even more concerts from now on, yeah?</p><p><br /></p><p>That’s enough for the sad stuff. I’m gonna talk about something fun.</p><p>So you know, Re:vale’s Momo-san, IDOLiSH7’s Izumi and Nanase, and Mina – not too long ago, the five of us went out for yakiniku. Ah, I mean the older Izumi. Aha… well, so it turned out we were at the TV station together… We’ve kinda been getting closer lately… Ah…</p><p>Oh, kinda going off-topic – a lot of you might know this, but my birthday is November 29. It’s pretty soon. Right! It’s “great meat day!” [1] Ahaha. So ‘cause I was born on that day, every time my birthday gets close, I end up eating a lot of meat. It’s one of my favorite foods, so I really wanna do it right!</p><p>So, back to what I was saying, when I ran into them, I told them it was gonna be my birthday soon. So then Izumi and Nanase invited us out for yakiniku! Well, maybe not “invited.” They dragged me back to their dorm and said they wanted to celebrate… and then Momo-san put in a reservation at a restaurant.</p><p>Geez, those three really got carried away. Mina was there too, and I asked him to help me out without thinking… I get a little nervous when I’m alone. But when I’m with ZOOL, I’m calmer somehow. Hah…</p><p>So then, Mina said, “I suppose I’ll come. Think of it as a favor.” But you know, now that I think about it, Mina was pretty into it! He was checking the menu on his phone when he thought we weren’t looking. He looks like the type who’d like offal, but I dunno. You know, when it comes to yakiniku, I like the high-calorie stuff! [2]</p><p><br /></p><p>Well, so then we went for yakiniku. It was super, super fun. But man, we talked about a lot of special things. Like the story behind the first time Re:vale won overall champion at BW, and IDOLiSH7’s chore rotation… IDOLiSH7 lives in a dorm together, huh. I guess it brings 'em closer? Wonder what it would be like if ZOOL lived in a dorm? Eh, but we’d all make pretty bad roommates.</p><p>Oh, so then! Something that made me really happy. They told me I’m great at grilling meat. Well, you know, I’m really picky about how the meat is cooked. I start hogging the tongs and then people complain. But you know, every time I flipped the meat, Nanase would go, “It looks tasty! You’re amazing, Toma-san!” all wide-eyed. I’m glad I could help out. It was great. Everyone else said it tasted better than usual too. I’m gonna work harder so the rest of ZOOL can try delicious meat too.</p><p>Also, on the way back, Momo-san and Izumi asked me to play basketball with them sometime. They said there are guys from other groups in their athletics club too.</p><p>Yeah! I didn’t think I’d be an idol again and have this much fun! Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself, but I already bought basketball shoes. I’ll let you guys know if we play basketball!</p><p><br /></p><p>Okay, let’s move on to the mail corner.</p><p>Penname Puppy Tail-san. It’s from a businesswoman. Thanks for your mail!</p><p>“Hello, Toma-kun. Congratulations on your <i>Twelve Hits!</i> appearance. I remember that you wrote in <i>Bloom </i>that you wanted to be on the show someday, so when they announced you would be appearing, I was really happy for you!”</p><p>Uh… huh? <i>Bloom</i>? I remember that, but wasn’t it a really long time ago?</p><p>“I’ve been a big fan of yours ever since you were in NO_MAD. Even after you disbanded, I made a playlist of your songs and listened to it every day while traveling. I was really sad when you disbanded, but nothing could make me happier than seeing you, Haruka-kun, Minami-kun, and Torao-kun as ZOOL. Toma-kun, you’ve always been a great help to me as an idol. I cheer up when I hear your songs, and they give me courage to keep going during tough times. Toma-kun, thank you so much for continuing as an idol. I’ll keep cheering you on. I’ll love you forever.”</p><p>…Haa. No, well, how do I say this… I’m the one who’s cheered up. Thank you so much for always watching me and cheering me on.</p><p>I haven’t always valued people who’ve cared about me like Puppy Tail-san. But it’s different now. Your feelings are definitely reaching ZOOL! And I want to answer those feelings.</p><p>You know, when ZOOL first started out, we weren’t that kind of happy, shining group. Well, we’re still not, I guess. But now… right. Now we have each other’s backs. We’re not pure and perfect… we’re still pretty awkward… but now we finally have the same dream.</p><p>So I’d be really happy if you could add more and more of our songs to your playlist! And thank you to everyone else who sent letters to me today too. I’ll make sure to read them all. Aha.</p><p>That’s all for the mail corner!</p><p><br /></p><p><i>Anything Goes Variety! Toma Inumaru Did That Corner!</i></p><p>“In the <i>Anything Goes</i> corner, friends and listeners send in questions and requests, and the guest has to answer them as time permits.” I’ll explain the rules.</p><p>“Right now, there’s a box in front of me with requests written on slips of paper.” Requests that were collected earlier are in this box, huh. Thanks for sending in so many.</p><p>“Something you want them to do, something ridiculous, stories about what they’ve seen – anything goes. No matter how daring the request, they can’t turn it down. In this corner, if they draw the request, they absolutely must answer it.” …That’s pretty extreme, huh.</p><p>[deep sigh] …Shit. I’m really nervous. Requests from the other members of ZOOL are in this box, but they asked me stuff I don’t wanna answer… Well, gotta man up. Okay, first request. Here goes!</p><p>[shuffle shuffle…]</p><p>This one!</p><p>Uhh…</p><p>“Say the opposite of what you mean during your request corner.”</p><p>Huh? That sounds pretty tough. Uh… </p><p>“You seem like you’d be bad at lying, Toma-san. I want you to try saying the opposite of what you’re really thinking. For example, instead of ‘I’m hungry,’ say ‘I’m full.’”</p><p>Oh, I get it! So I just have to switch around what I’m saying, right? Thanks for the interesting request, listener! Isn’t this really easy? It doesn’t really feel like lying.</p><p>Ah – huh?! We’re starting already? Ah… no. It’s over? Shit. Actually doing it really makes my head spin… </p><p>Oh, no! [slap] It clears my head up! Huh? Or doesn’t clear?</p><p>Ahaha, this is really tough. Oh, no, wait. It’s easy!</p><p>Haha. I think I can’t… <i>can </i>keep this up, maybe. I’m gonna try drawing another request! Oh, not, I definitely won’t draw another request!</p><p>[shuffle shuffle…]</p><p>Uh… okay. Not this one. Let’s see, what is it?</p><p>“Tell us what type of woman you like.”</p><p>…Ah. There it is. My luck is great at times like this, huh… It’s the one I wanted the least.</p><p>So this request is from Tora. Romance stuff is pretty embarrassing, so I don’t really talk about it… Well. I drew it, so I’ll answer.</p><p>My type… this is gonna come off weird, but… it’s gotta be… an honest girl who always listens with a smile on her face.[3] Her looks don’t matter so much as what’s inside, you know?</p><p>…Ah, shit. They’re holding a cue card telling me to redo it as the opposite. Right, I was supposed to do it for the whole corner…</p><p>Ah, um. So that’ll be… my type is… a girl who’s… always angry and doesn’t listen to me? But then to add to that, she’s gotta be… a coward to the end… So when it comes to girls, what’s inside doesn’t matter so much as her looks?</p><p>Whoa. If you take it seriously, I sound like the worst kind of man. Ah… what a terrible request combo.</p><p>No… guys… it’s just because of the requests! It’s not like that at all! No, wait, should I say it is like that?</p><p>Ahh… someone stop this already!</p><p>T-That’s all! <i>Anything Goes Variety! Toma Inumaru Did That Corner!</i></p><p><br /></p><p>Haa… I’m… tired out. No idea what was happening at the end there. Haha…</p><p>Anyway, thank you all for listening. We’re almost at the end of <i>Twelve Hits!</i>. Haru’s gonna be the next personality. He’s super cool when singing and dancing on stage, but in real life, he’s sometimes really cute when you aren’t expecting it, and he’s gotten more honest lately. That’s what I’ll be thinking when I’m listening to his show, so I hope you all will listen too.</p><p>Okay, it’s been like a dream being here, but it’s time to say goodbye. We wanna destroy your boring everyday lives and unhappy feelings. I want us to send it all up in flames when you listen to our songs. Let me hear your voices more and more! Let’s circle this annoying world together!</p><p>Okay! We’ll end with the solo song Mina wrote for me. He turned the dark feelings that have always been rotting somewhere inside me into a song, let me sing them with my own voice.</p><p>You’ve all called my name so many times. I won’t ever let it end again. I’d forgotten how to chase my dreams, but you’ve given me the best days of my life. Thank you.</p><p>I’ll keep shouting forever. <i>Endless</i>. [4]</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>[1] 11/29 can be read as “i-i ni-ku,” or great meat. there are quite a few themed days based on alternate readings of dates like these.</p><p>[2] yakiniku terminology… “horumon” is beef or pork offal which is supposed to be low-calorie, high protein.</p><p>[3] Tora uses “onna” in his request, which is unambiguously “woman.” Toma uses “ko” in his reply, usually used in reference to a “girl.”</p><p>[4] the "calling my name so many times" and "keep shouting forever" are direct references to the chorus of <i>Endless</i>.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-18943987212126117052021-01-22T10:49:00.003-08:002021-01-22T10:50:00.487-08:00IDOLiSH7: It's ALL -for you- (Re:vale)<p><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;">squints @ the title capitalization... why are you Like This.</span></p><p><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;">anyway, this is the ED theme to That One Episode from Second Beat! romaji are elsewhere so just translation this time.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;">It's ALL -for you-<br /></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;">Re:vale (</span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050; font-size: 13.2px;">Yuki</span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;"> and </span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399; font-size: 13.2px;">Momo</span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;">)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">(You are never far from my heart…)</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">my feelings were like a desert</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">on which you always bestowed water</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">will you tell me the name</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">of the flower that blooms when you laugh?</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">my hands shake slightly in the lingering scent from that day</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">let's look up at a new sky -What color is it?-</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">we should just share how we honestly feel</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">but when our eyes met, our embarrassment got in the way</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">the melody that warms my heart tells me</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">that you're the only one with whom I can create this future</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">rather than wearing a clouded expression</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I want you to smile like a ray of sunshine</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">that's right, I'll always watch you</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><span style="color: #ff3399;">even if I'm only ever looking from the side </span>[1]</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">but even so, the closer we get, the closer I want to be</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I want you to watch me… I know it's selfish</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">my body is shockingly honest</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I may be bothering you, but</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">the future has told me that it's okay to stay with you</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I'll hold my head up high to your melody, surely</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I treasure you</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">you're special to me</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">so it hurt when we misunderstood each other</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">but now I know</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #ff3399;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">that love might be</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><span style="color: #00b050;">when both of us </span><span style="color: #ff3399;">face the same direction</span></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">and walk together</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">let's go! no matter what tomorrow brings</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">our song will color the sky</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">and change our pain into excitement</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">the melody that warms my heart tells me</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">that you're the only one with whom I can make this future</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I'll hold my head up high and stay with you forever</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">(You are never far from my heart…)</span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">[1] "in profile"; basically [yuki] never looking at him directly</span></span></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-42425792056337743222020-12-05T13:55:00.010-08:002021-01-04T15:18:30.023-08:00IDOLiSH7: [Twelve Hits] Haruka RabiTV<p style="text-align: left;">happy birthday Haru!! I haven't heard his WO drama track yet, so the conversations about the contents might change a bit when I have the chance to listen. :o</p><p>[Twelve Hits] Haruka Isumi: Parts 1-3</p><span><br /><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div>1. Twelve Hits!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Haruka: RADIO STATION "Twelve Hits!"?<br />Torao: Yeah… isn't that the radio program IDOLiSH7 and them appeared on last year?<br />Minami: It's one year long. TRIGGER and Re:vale appeared too.<br />Toma: Right! We'll be on that "Twelve Hits!" program this year!<br />Torao: Huh.<br />Toma: What, don't you care?!<br />Torao: We get a lot of radio jobs, right? Why're you so excited, Toma?<br />Toma: Hey, hey… It's "Twelve Hits!", you know? It's a famous radio program! Everyone in Japan's heard of it!<br />Toma: It's existed since we were kids. You've listened at least once, right?<br />Haruka: Nope. I like RabbiTube more.<br />Torao: Haha, kids these days. Well, I never listened either.<br />Toma: Seriously!?<br />Minami: I have. It's a radio program that's broadcast once a month with a different host every time.<br />Minami: I appeared on it once as a child actor.<br />Toma: Seriously, Mina…! Wow…!<br />Toma: I sent them a ton of messages, but they never picked my questions. ...So you were on it…!<br />Minami: My, my. If your eyes go so wide, your eyeballs will fall out.<br />Minami: Though it's not bad, being stared at so passionately you'd sacrifice your eyeballs.<br />Haruka: Ugh… Don't say scary stuff like that!<br />Torao: Okay, got it. So it's such a great radio show that you're willing to sacrifice both your eyes for it.<br />Toma: ...Ahem. Anyway, we're gonna do an awesome job!<br />Toma: Their radio shows last year were really fun!<br />Torao: You listened to 'em?<br />Minami: It seems he did.<br />Haruka: You listened, right?<br />Toma: W-Was I not supposed to…? Why're you looking at me like that?!<br />Torao: No reason.<br />Haruka: No reason?<br />Minami: There's not really any reason for it.<br />Toma: You guys only ever agree at times like this…<br />Minami: I was just admiring your positive attitude, how you were so devoted to collecting information that you listened to all of them, not just your friend Nanase-san.<br />Torao: Hmm. Oh well. Toma wants to be friends with 'em. We're not good enough for him.<br />Haruka: Stop sulking, Torao. You're acting like a kid. He won't know you want to be his friend too unless you tell him straight.<br />Torao: I'm not sulking. Toma just keeps talking about people other than us.<br />Toma: ...I just saw 'em sending each other requests, and it looked like they were having fun… I kind of wanted to try…<br />Toma: While I was listening, I thought it would be fun to do it with you guys!<br />Torao: Huh…?<br />Haruka: Hmm…?<br />Minami: So you wanted to send us requests, Inumaru-san.<br />Toma: Yeah! They keep asking for all kinds of ridiculous things. It felt like they're a real team!<br />Haruka: Oh… Now that I think of it, Tenn Kujo got all excited when he got a request from his brother.<br />Toma: Yeah, that. So you listened too!<br />Haruka: Huh? Ah…!<br />Haruka: I-I did not! It just happened to be on in the car.<br />Toma: That makes it easier if you know what the show's about! We'll be taking requests from listeners, not just each other.<br />Toma: Make sure you think hard about it!<br />Minami: All right. We'll give them whatever they ask for, right?<br />Torao: If they're asking, it means they don't already have it. We'll give 'em something new.<br />Haruka: We'll upend things like we always do, even on the radio!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Toma: Okay, everyone's here. Bring out Haru's requests!<br />Minami: All right. I've thought up a request that I think suits Isumi-san.<br />Torao: That's quite a smile, Minami. Did you have a good idea?<br />Minami: That's right. I like it a lot, if I do say so myself.<br />Toma: T-That smile makes me nervous… It's something we can do on air, right…?<br />Minami: Yes, of course. It's sure to make the variety corner more lively.<br />Haruka: Variety, huh… Haah…<br />Toma: Haha. What's up, Haru? You don't look happy.<br />Torao: Oh, I get it. You're scared to be alone, huh? We won't be there when you're recording the radio show.<br />Torao: Sometimes you're surprisingly cute.<br />Toma: Really…!? We're centers together when we're up on stage, but Haru is still a high-schooler…<br />Toma: Sorry I didn't notice…! We're teammates, you can ask me anything. I'll help you out!<br />Haruka: ...Huh!? I-I'm not scared! Stop assuming things!<br />Minami: Then why are you spacing out?<br />Haruka: …"Twelve Hits!" is a variety talk show on the radio, right? I was wondering what the right way to talk is.<br />Minami: The right way?<br />Haruka: Yeah, to excel on a variety show. ...Tenn Kujou talked about it before. But I still don't really get it.<br />Haruka: TV is kinda different from the radio. But I'm the last one in ZOOL to appear on "Twelve Hits!".<br />Haruka: If I'm gonna do it, I wanna do it right!<br />Toma: Haru…! You've really been thinking hard about the variety show!<br />Toma: Good job!<br />Haruka: Hey…! Don't noogie me!<br />Torao: You don't need to figure out a right way. You're the radio personality. Whatever you want to talk about is right.<br />Minami: It's as Mido-san says. The listeners want to listen to what you have to say, Isumi-san.<br />Haruka: You think…?<br />Toma: That's right, Haru! Don't think too hard about it. You can just relax, act like you're talking with your friends.<br />Toma: Like Izumi and Yotsuba! And, uh… ...Who else is there?<br />Haruka: I-I've got tons of other friends! I swapped RabbiChat IDs with some other classmates just a few days ago!<br />Minami: Well, isn't that nice?<br />Haruka: ...Well, it was just getting contact info for a group report...<br />Toma: Wait, we're getting distracted! Let's give him our requests!<br />Toma: Something that'll help out Haru would be good. Something that'll be practice for the variety show!<br />Torao: Huh, like what?<br />Toma: Let's see...<br />Toma: Oh! Like a comedy sketch!<br />Haruka: That's too hard! I've never done comedy!<br />Toma: It's fine, right? The higher the wall, the better it is when you overcome it! Men can break through anything they set their minds to!<br />Minami: Or he'll hit it, be broken to pieces, and end up with lasting trauma.<br />Torao: We'll pick up the pieces. By which I mean, Toma will.<br />Haruka: I'm not laughing…<br />Toma: What, you nervous?<br />Haruka: N-No, no way! ...A comedy sketch is easy!<br />Toma: Yeah, you can do it, Haru! I'll give you the topic the day of.<br />Torao: Haha, you've got guts. Maybe I'll give you a talk show request too.<br />Torao: How about you show those listeners just how great ZOOL is? Present us to them.<br />Haruka: Present… You mean forcing people to buy products? Like those ads on TV at night…<br />Toma: They sell some really impressive knives, huh? Like ones that can cut through pumpkins!<br />Haruka: Seriously!? They make knives like that!?<br />Toma: Goes right through a pineapple too.<br />Haruka: That's one amazing knife!!<br />Minami: My, my. So will your comedy sketch be about TV shopping?<br />Torao: Well, ZOOL is a product too, in a way. Haruka, sell ZOOL to all the listeners during your talk.<br />Torao: Hold your audience captive. Make 'em think they want us, no matter how much they have to pay. Our value all depends on what you say.<br />Torao: How 'bout it? It's perfect for practicing your talk, right?<br />Haruka: What a pain… It'll be clear enough if I just perform. Can't I just sing on the radio?<br />Torao: That works if you're just practicing standing on stage.<br />Haruka: ...Okay. I'll try.<br />Torao: Haha. You're actually listening for once.<br />Haruka: "For once"? It's a pain, but we can't turn down requests, right?<br />Haruka: And I know you and Toma are just trying to help…<br />Minami: Haha. Then perhaps I'll give you a carrot, for being such a good child.<br />Haruka: A carrot?<br />Minami: A carrot, from "carrot and a stick." Because the two of them are giving you the stick. [1]<br />Minami: Request something from the three of us. Your birthday's soon. As your elders, we should treat you once in a while.<br />Haruka: Huh!? I can request something from you? ...Anything!?<br />Minami: Yes, anything. We have a rich son here, after all.<br />Torao: First I'm hearing of this. Well, I'm fine with it.<br />Toma: ...Mina's request isn't something you can really do on air, huh? I'm getting worried…<br />Minami: Haha. I said it would be something that would suit Isumi-san, right?<br />Haruka: ...This is weird. You're asking for a comedy sketch and other hard stuff, but this is supposed to all be for me…<br />Minami: That's just how we feel today.<br />Torao: Just take it and be grateful.<br />Toma: You guys just can't be honest…! That's how much we care about you, Haru!<br />Haruka: Hmm? ...Ehehe!<br />Haruka: I guess this isn't so bad! But it gets on my nerves when people go too easy on me.<br />Haruka: I'm gonna do a great job on the radio and surprise you all!<br />Story 1 End</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />[1] in japanese, the expression is "candy and a whip"!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><hr /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />2. After the Radio Show<br />Toma: Haa, haa… good job, guys…! This is gonna be exhausting to do at a live…<br />Minami: Whew… but we've just about perfected our new dance.<br />Torao: Yeah, it'll be a good live. Okay, we're up early again tomorrow. We worked up a sweat, time to go home.<br />Haruka: Wait a sec!<br />Toma/Minami/Torao: Oh…<br />Haruka: You guys have time, right? Play RabbiBat with me!<br />Torao: ...Again? Adult men don't go around playing a card game with fighting rabbits.<br />Haruka: They're not rabbits. They're rabbit <i>characters</i>!<br />Torao: What's the difference? Anyway, didn't I play with you before recording yesterday?<br />Toma: You asked me to play with you at the office the day before that.<br />Minami: And before that, I visited your home and played with you… Your grandmother even made us dinner.<br />Haru: Too bad! You can't complain! You guys said you'd do my request!<br />Torao: ...Minami, take responsibility.<br />Minami: My, my… but I am happy that he pulled my "Twelve Hits!" request.<br />Toma: But now that I've played it, this Rabbit Battle card game is pretty cool! I bought cards too!<br />Torao: Hmph. You're such a kid.<br />Toma: You bought some too! When you got the RabbiKing hero, your eyes were sparkling.<br />Torao: 'Cause heroes are something special.<br />Minami: I like RabbiMagic. If you use its spells right, its black magic can inflict deadly poison on top of absorbing its enemy's HP.<br />Haruka: Hehe! You keep complaining, but you guys are having fun too!<br />Haruka: I wasn't sure if I should ask to go to the amusement park, but I'm glad I picked the card game!<br />Toma: You like amusement parks?<br />Haruka: Dunno. I haven't really gone before. It was just me and Grandma when I was a kid, and now there's no time for it with work.<br />Minami: ...Oh. Then you should've requested it. I don't remember saying you could have only one request.<br />Haruka: Wha!? I can ask for more!?<br />Torao: Haha, it's too late now. Too bad.<br />Haruka: Hey… I was kind of hoping for it.<br />Toma: ……<br />Minami: When you were on the request corner on the radio, it sounded like you were having a lot of fun, Isumi-san.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Minami: You were a little more straightforward than usual. It felt fresh, like you were talking directly to the listeners.<br />Torao: Yeah. You had some trouble here and there, but that made it really feel like it was really you talking.<br />Torao: And your fans aren't bad either. In your mail corner, there was that mom saying she likes me.<br />Toma: It was a really good show! I could feel the same strength from you as when you're on stage.<br />Toma: And your fans liked it when you talked about school too!<br />Haruka: Hey… You guys listened to my show? You never said anything about that.<br />Torao: Well, it just kinda happened.<br />Minami: It was playing when I stopped by the office, so I ended up listening.<br />Toma: I listened while it was broadcast!<br />Haruka: Oh, okay!<br />Torao: Oh, right. Haruka, leave your schedule open on our next day off. Take the full day for a break, okay?<br />Haruka: Huh? My next day off is my birthday…<br />Haruka: Oh, got it! You're gonna give me a birthday surprise!<br />Toma: H-Huh…!? No way! We're not gonna s-surprise… Right!? Tora! Mina!?<br />Torao: ...Toma, your eyes are darting around.<br />Minami: You're too agitated.<br />Toma: S-Sorry…!<br />Haruka: ...Haha! Well, that's fine. I'll play along if you want me to.<br />Haruka: Anyway, I'll leave the day open!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Story 2 End</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><hr /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">3. A Happy Surprise<br />Haruka: Hmm… they haven't called me. It's my birthday…<br />Haruka: Even though they told me to leave the day free… ...My birthday's not gonna just end like this, right…?<br /><i>Ding-dong</i><br />Haruka: Huh? A visitor?<br />Haruka's grandmother: Haru-chan, can you get the door? I'm a bit busy right now.<br />Haruka: Oh, okay.<br /><i>Clatter</i><br />Haruka: Yes, who is— wah, Torao!? And Toma and Minami! Why're you at my house…?<br />Torao: We came to get you. Hurry and get ready.<br />Haruka: Huh!? You came to get me… why? Are we going somewhere?<br />Toma: It's your birthday today! We're gonna bring you somewhere cool! Oh, but we're not telling you where 'till we get there.<br />Minami: Because you realized there would be some sort of birthday surprise. We tried to think of a way to surprise you with what exactly we're doing.<br />Minami: It's fun, right? Like a mystery box where you don't know what'll jump out at you. [2]<br />Haruka: Wha… That sounds kinda scary…<br />Minami: Haha. If you're that excited, that makes the work we put in worth it.<br />Toma: Tora brought out a car. It's huge and rugged and cool, and it's got really comfy seats too!<br />Toma: And he's a really good, safe driver!<br />Torao: I'll even be your driver today. Be grateful.<br />Minami: Come on, go get ready. If we don't hurry, your birthday will be over before we know it.<br />Haruka: O-Okay…!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Torao: We're here.<br />Haruka: This is… Bandai Namco Land! We came here for a shoot once…!<br />Toma: Yeah. It was fun when we we came for the shoot, but we couldn't go to the amusement park area, right?<br />Toma: Today we'll go on the rides, watch the Bandai Namco Parade, and have as much fun as we want in the amusement park!<br />Haruka: Oh… is this… because I said I wanted to come here?<br />Torao: Yeah. You weren't sure whether to go with the amusement park or the card game, right?<br />Minami: It's a special treat for your birthday.<br />Haruka: ...Birthdays really aren't any different from normal days. But…<br />Haruka: ...Ehehe! Guess I'll do what you want and have fun!<br />Toma: Haha! You better!<br />Minami: It doesn't look like there are too many people. We'll be able to go to a lot of the attractions.<br />Minami: Isn't this great, Isumi-san?<br />Haruka: Yeah! So we should be okay even without disguises.<br />Toma: Yeah, you're right. We stand out more if we're the only ones in masks and glasses and hats.<br />Torao: Well, we can wear 'em if we end up in a crowd.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Minami: The Ferris wheel, go-karts… there's quite a lot. What do you want to do first?<br />Haruka: Isn't it obvious? That, of course. The roller coaster!<br />Torao: Okay, let's go. I'll take your picture from the ground.<br />Haruka: What're you talking about? You guys are coming too!<br />Minami/Toma/Torao: Huh…?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Haruka: Ahahaha…! Yaaaay!!<br />Toma: Ugh… Waaaaah!!!<br />Minami: Haha.<br />Torao: Eek…!!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Haruka: Ahaha…! Haa, that was great…!<br />Toma: T-That was pretty rough… How many times did we flip over…?<br />Torao: ...hurk.<br />Minami: Do you like thrill rides, Isumi-san?<br />Haruka: I think I've started to like them recently? But little thrills like bungee jumping don't scare me anymore.<br />Haruka: So next… oh! Let's go to the haunted house next!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Minami: The long-haired woman crawling out of the well was quite beautiful. I wish the bloodstains were a bit more realistic.<br />Torao: ...I'm exhausted…<br />Toma: ...That was scary…<br />Haruka: I-I-I-I… I wasn't scared!<br />Haruka: That wasn't scary at allll! But I'm never ever getting close to a well…!<br />Toma: You're the most scared even though you were the one who wanted to go… You were hiding behind Mina the whole time.<br />Torao: Your legs are shaking too. Why'd you wanna go to the haunted house if you're that scared?<br />Haruka: I said I wasn't scared…! ...And anyway, I thought I'd be fine if I was with you guys…<br />Haruka: ...Wait, I really wasn't scared at all!<br />Toma: Haha, so that's how it is! That's true, there's nothing to be afraid of if we're all together!<br /><i>Ding</i>.<br />Haruka: Oh, a RabbiChat… Um… From Izumi and Yotsuba? Oh…<br />Haruka: "Happy birthday…" "Isumin, HBD…" They said!<br />Haruka: ...And from other people too! My classmates…!<br />Haruka: Seriously… ...ehehe…!<br />Minami: Happy birthday from us as well, Isumi-san.<br />Torao: Happy birthday, Haruka.<br />Toma: Yeah! Happy birthday! Here's to another good year!<br />Haruka: Ah… ...yeah. Hehe, thanks!<br />Haruka: But we're celebrating my birthday together. Now that I think about it, it's kinda weird.<br />Haruka: Not just congratulating me, but you all took me to the amusement park together. I never would've imagined when we started out!<br />Minami: In the beginning, we were all over the place. But we're different now.<br />Toma: Right! We've got the same goal and we're in this together. Let's all keep standing on stage together!<br />Torao: Yeah. No matter how tough it gets. We're counting on you, Haruka.<br />Haruka: Ha, leave it to me. I'll take you along with me, even to the ends of the earth! [3]<br />Story 3 End</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">[2] a bikkuri-bako, exactly the box they've been using in this year's RabbiTube segments<br />[3] he lit. says "to Hell" but that's… sort of different in English…</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-22036328645605356152020-11-26T17:57:00.005-08:002020-11-27T23:55:32.805-08:00IDOLiSH7: Ache (ZOOL)<p>[incomprehensible sobbing over haru]</p><p><i>Ache</i><br />ZOOL<br /><span style="color: #8a2236;">Inumaru Touma</span>, <span style="color: #8f7577;">Midou Torao</span>, <span style="color: #a0baae;">Isumi Haruka</span>, and <span style="color: #b4b492;">Natsume Minami</span><br />Romaji and translation</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><span style="color: #8a2236;">omoiegaiteta basho to wa chigau mitai da<br /></span><span style="color: #8f7577;">konna jibun ni naru hazu ja nai to kuyandari suru<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">Why do you say? Why do you say?<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">wazuka chiisai toge<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">fureta you na itami ga hajimari wo tsuretekita</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black;">Before long</span><br />
<span style="color: #8f7577;">sore wa shidai ni fukaku naru</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">How many times?</span><br />
<span style="color: #bfb492;">kesenai kioku ato wo koshiraete</span><br />
<span>eien no</span><span style="color: #8a2236;"> ishizue ni natte yaru tte</span><br />
<span style="color: #a0baae;">shinzou megakete yuku</span></p>
<p>kizutsukeru koto de shika jibun mamorezu ni ita<br />
ki ga tsukeba mou Heartache<br />
koishiku natteita<br />
<span style="color: #8a2236;">shinjirareru yatsu wa Who's that?</span><br />
<span style="color: #a0baae;">mitsukerarenaide Have a grudge</span><br />
tatteirarenai yugandenakya My mind</p>
<p><span style="color: #8a2236;">Yeah...<br />
Crash suru you na fuan Feeling mada<br />
kyosei haru you ni basei abiseta<br />
Everything is... usotsuki Enemies<br />
dattara ii ya kowashichaeba ii ya</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #a0baae;">Why do I say? Why do I say?<br />
doushite? mukuwareru hazu da to</span><br />
<span style="color: #bfb492;">omoikonda yowasa ga motarashita daishou wa</span></p>
<p>Come around<br />
<span style="color: #8f7577;">nani wo amaeteita no darou</span><br />
How many days?<br />
<span style="color: #bfb492;">kibou ni yureta hibi wa shinjitsu datte</span><br />
osorezu ni <span style="color: #8a2236;">ukeirero kako mo ima mo</span><br />
<span style="color: #a0baae;">mitomeru jibun ni nare</span></p>
<p>daite yaru koto de shika norikoerarenai<br />
toki wo tometeta Heartache<br />
mezame yo PRIDE<br />
<span style="color: #8a2236;">kanjitetai no wa We're alive</span><br />
<span style="color: #a0baae;">taeru koto no nai Keep the fire</span><br />
kono itami wo tsuyosa ni kaereba</p>
<p><span style="color: #8f7577;">Right... donna basho demo ii</span><br />
<span style="color: #bfb492;">Right... donna jibun demo ii</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8a2236;">kanjitetai no wa We're alive</span><br />
<span style="color: #a0baae;">taeru koto no nai Keep the fire</span><br />
aruiteikou ze yosou mo shinai ashita e<br /></p><p><br /></p><hr /><p><span style="color: #8a2236;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #8a2236;">the place I am now isn't where I wanted to be</span><br /><span style="color: #8f7577;">I didn't mean to end up like this, and I regret it</span><br /><span style="color: #a0baae;">Why do you say? Why do you say?</span> <br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">it all began with slight pain<br /><span style="color: #a0baae;">like from touching a small thorn</span></span></p><p><span style="color: black;">Before long</span><br /><span style="color: #8f7577;">it slowly grew worse and worse</span><br /><span style="color: black;">How many times?</span><br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">the memories I can't forget leave behind scars</span><br /><span style="color: #8a2236;">"it'll define you </span><span>forever</span><span>"</span><br /><span style="color: #a0baae;">the thought pierces my heart</span></p><p>I could only protect myself by hurting others<br />the next thing I knew, it was already Heartache<br />and I yearned for something else<br /><span style="color: #8a2236;">Someone I can trust? Who's that?</span><br /><span style="color: #a0baae;">I can't find anyone. Have a grudge</span><br />I can't stand it, I have to warp my mind</p><p><span style="color: #8a2236;">Yeah...<br />feeling anxious again, as if headed for a crash<br />I continued to jeer, putting on a front<br />Everything is... liars and enemies<br />so hey, might as well destroy it all</span></p><p><span style="color: #a0baae;">Why do I say? Why do I say?<br />Why? I should've been rewarded</span><br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">that's what I thought, and this weakness is what I get in return</span></p><p>Come around<br /><span style="color: #8f7577;">what was it that I cared for?</span><br />How many days?<br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">those days full of hope were real</span><br />don't be afraid,<span style="color: #8a2236;"> accept them, the past and the present</span><br /><span style="color: #a0baae;">I'll become someone I can like</span></p><p>I could only make it through by embracing it<br />this heartache had stopped time for me<br />my pride now awakens<br /><span style="color: #8a2236;">I want to feel that we're alive</span><br /><span style="color: #a0baae;">Keep the fire, without ever going out</span><br />if I transform this pain into strength</p><p><span style="color: #8f7577;">Right... doesn't matter where I am</span><br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">Right... doesn't matter what I'm like</span></p><p><span style="color: #8a2236;">I want to feel that we're alive</span><br /><span style="color: #a0baae;">Keep the fire, </span><span style="color: #a0baae;">without ever going out</span><br />let's start walking, to an unpredictable future</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-90559074594644226452020-11-25T14:06:00.001-08:002020-11-25T14:58:34.241-08:00IDOLiSH7: Unbalance Shadow (Haruka & Minami)<p>happy einsatz day!!!</p><p><i>Unbalance Shadow<br /></i><span style="color: #a0baae;">Isumi Haruka</span> and <span style="color: #bfb492;">Natsume Minami</span><br />Romaji and translation</p><span><a name='more'></a></span>
<p><span style="color: #bfb492;">kodoku no naka samayotteta<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">marude michi naki sabaku<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">ichirin no hana chiisakutemo<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">sore wa ai no shirabe</span></p><p><span style="color: #a0baae;">fui ni ochit</span><span style="color: #a0baae;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a n</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">am</span></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">ida midori no ha ga yureta<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">Wow yowaku naru hodo </span><span style="color: black;">(So, Don't look back)<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">yasashiku naruru tte </span><span style="color: black;">(Sharing, Big love)<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">atatakai nukumori ga oshiete kureta no sa</span></p><p><span style="color: #bfb492;">furisosogu ame no you ni<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">bokura wa hitori ja nai daro<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">kono hiroi sora no shita tatoe chikyuu no uragawa demo<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">kyou mo mata omotteru yo</span></p><p><span style="color: black;">Unbalance, Unbalance<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">goran, mikazuki ga kirei da ne<br /></span>Unbalance, Unbalance<br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">subete wo tsutsumikomitai</span><span style="color: #a0baae;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Shadow</span></p><p><span style="color: #bfb492;">itazura na uragiri de kizutsuketa yoru mo<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">boku wo semeru koto naku hohoende kureta Never forget</span></p><p><span style="color: #bfb492;">fuwari mau hane atsumete<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">senaka oshite agetai kara<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">kono hakanai toki no naka tatoe unmei ni sakarattemo<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">kyou mo mata </span><span style="color: #bfb492;">inotteru yo</span></p><p><span style="color: black;">Unbalance, Unbalance<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">goran, hoshikuzu ga kirei da ne<br /></span>Unbalance, Unbalance<br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">yukkuri to te wo nobashita</span></p><p><span style="color: #bfb492;">yawarakai kaze ga sou<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">kono umi wo aisu you ni<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">tooku hanaretetemo ooki na ai de utau yo</span></p><p><span style="color: #bfb492;">(kimi ni </span><span style="color: #a0baae;">sachi are)</span></p><p><span style="color: black;">kono te ga fureta shiawase no tane<br /></span>taisetsu na dareka wo mamoru tame<br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">yuuyami ni tokeru kotonohatachi<br /></span>sono te ni fureta shiawase no tane<br />bokura no shiranai dareka no moto e</p><p><span style="color: #a0baae;">tsunagaru ai no wa asu wo terasu kara</span></p><p><span style="color: black;">Unbalance, Unbalance<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">goran, ame ga futte kita ne<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">(itsudemo Nobody Else, Nobody Else, Nobody Else, Woo…)<br /></span>Unbalance, Unbalance<br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">subete wo tsutsumikomitai </span><span style="color: black;">Shadow<br /><br /></span></p><hr /><p><span style="color: #bfb492;"><br />I wandered, lost in my loneliness<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">like in a desert without roads<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">there, a single, tiny flower<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">became the melody of love</span></p><p><span style="color: #a0baae;">my tears suddenly fell, shaking the green leaves<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">Wow "the weaker you become, </span><span style="color: black;">(So, Don't look back)<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">the kinder you'll be." </span><span style="color: black;">(Sharing, Big love)<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">your gentle warmth taught me that</span></p><p><span style="color: #bfb492;">like the falling rain<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">we are not alone<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">beneath this wide sky, even if you're on the other side of the world,<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">I'm thinking of you again today</span></p><p><span style="color: black;">Unbalance, Unbalance<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">look, the crescent moon is beautiful, isn't it? </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">[1]</span><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
</span></span>Unbalance, Unbalance<br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">I want to envelop everything</span><span style="color: #a0baae;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Shadow</span></p><p><span style="color: #bfb492;">on the night when I hurt you, betraying you as a joke<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">I'll never forget how you smiled and didn't blame me</span></p><p><span style="color: #bfb492;">gather the fluttering, floating feathers<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">because I want to give you that push forward<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">in this fleeting moment, even if it goes against fate,<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">today, </span><span style="color: #bfb492;">I continue to pray</span></p><p><span style="color: black;">Unbalance, Unbalance<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">look, the stars are beautiful, aren't they?<br /></span>Unbalance, Unbalance<br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">I slowly stretched out my hand</span></p><p><span style="color: #bfb492;">just as the gentle wind<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">loves the sea<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">even if we're far apart, I'll love you deeply and sing</span></p><p><span style="color: #bfb492;">(I wish </span><span style="color: #a0baae;">you happiness)</span></p><p><span style="color: black;">the seed of happiness that I touched<br /></span>exists to protect the person I love<br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">our words dissolve in the twilight<br /></span>the seed of happiness that you touched<br />reaches out to someone we don't know</p><p><span style="color: #a0baae;">because the circle of love that connects us lights up tomorrow</span></p><p><span style="color: black;">Unbalance, Unbalance<br /></span><span style="color: #a0baae;">look, it's begun to rain<br /></span><span style="color: #bfb492;">(always Nobody Else, Nobody Else, Nobody Else, Woo…)<br /></span>Unbalance, Unbalance<br /><span style="color: #bfb492;">I want to envelop everything </span><span style="color: black;">Shadow</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: black;">[1] a reference to "tsuki ga kirei desu ne," which is Natsume Soseki-languge for "I love you."</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-75784907869565310692020-11-21T13:30:00.001-08:002020-11-21T13:48:39.513-08:00IDOLiSH7: Happy Days Creation! (IDOLiSH7 & Re:vale)<p>Happy Days Creation!, REUNION version, which is probably the same as full version! I'm not bothering trying to figure out part splits for nine people, though. Lyrics are from <a href="https://mimemo.io/m/xn0Yd4Z9Ekly7v6">here</a> with one correction.</p><p><i>Happy Days Creation!</i><br />IDOLiSH7 and Re:vale<br />Romaji and translation</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>We Can Do It<br />Fight Fight Fight<br />mayowanaide<br />ganbaru kimi wa saikou da yo<br />sou sa<br />Make Make Make<br />ichinichi zutsu<br />takaramono wo fuyashite nda</p><p>So Happy Days</p><p>ukkari wasuremono shita getsuyou<br />shuuhajime kara nanda ka na… tameiki<br />ochikomi MODE</p><p>Oh No Mistake</p><p>kyou mo shouene de sugosou ka na<br />yasugure kimi no HEART ni<br />damedashi<br />hajimatta bakka darou</p><p>nanika okottara<br />sore wa PROLOGUE<br />uketetatou ze<br />sou surya kitto<br />unmei mo<br />mirai mo<br />tenki mo<br />mikata ni naru sa</p><p>We Can Do It<br />Fight Fight Fight<br />donna hi demo<br />makikaeshi wa jibun shidai da<br />mucha mo<br />Go And Go<br />michi wa kitto<br />sou yatte hiraku mono dakara</p><p>We Can Do It<br />Fight Fight Fight<br />mayowanaide<br />ganbaru kimi wa saikou da yo<br />sou sa<br />Make Make Make<br />ichinichi zutsu<br />takaramono wo fueteru kara<br />kitto furikaereba</p><p>Dreaming Days<br />Groovy Days<br />Happy Days<br />Creation</p><p>So Happy Days</p><p>kanari kutabiretekita mokuyou<br />midashinami wa saiteigen soredemo<br />DOOR wo aketara</p><p>Oh Yes Sunshine</p><p>bucchake igai to tanjun shikou de<br />hirogaru aozora mireba<br />SMILE<br />saa kiai iretekou</p><p>nante omou no mo<br />hitori ja nai kara<br />ushirometai you na<br />mainichi ja<br />iya da to<br />bokura wa<br />omou<br />kitto onaji you ni</p><p>In The Moment<br />Live Live Live<br />mukaikaze wa<br />tsuyoi hi yowai hi aru kedo<br />itsumo Aim And END<br />fuku oikaze<br />taisetsu na hito ni arigatou</p><p>In The Moment<br />Live Live Live<br />arukitai yo<br />ganbaru kimi to dokomademo<br />sou sa<br />Sing Song Sing<br />shippai datte<br />waraibanashi ni kaenagara<br />karoyaka ni susumou</p><p>Dreaming Days<br />Groovy Days<br />Happy Days<br />Creation</p><p>shiawase wo tsukuru<br />sore tte shinan no waza ka?<br />sonna koto nai<br />fukanou ja nai<br />tameseba ii nda<br />bokura ga</p><p>We Can Do It<br />Fight Fight Fight<br />donna hi demo<br />makikaeshi wa taihen dakedo<br />dakara Saturday<br />gohoubi ni wa<br />omoikkiri waraou<br />Weekend</p><p>We Can Do It<br />Fight Fight Fight<br />mayowanaide<br />ganbaru kimi wa saikou da yo<br />sou sa<br />Make Make Make<br />ichinichi zutsu<br />takaramono wa fueteru kara<br />kitto furikaereba</p><p>Dreaming Days<br />Groovy Days<br />Happy Days<br />Creation<br />So Happy Days</p><p><br /></p><hr /><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;">We Can Do It<br />Fight Fight Fight<br />Don't lose your way<br />You're amazing when you try your hardest<br />That's right<br />Make Make Make<br />One day at a time<br />Increase the things you treasure</div><p>So Happy Days</p><p>On Monday, I carelessly forget something<br />The week's just getting started, too… sigh.<br />My mood sinks</p><p>Oh No Mistake</p><p>"Maybe I won't put in much effort today."<br />Get rid of<br />That apathy in your heart<br />We're just getting started</p><p>If something happens,<br />That's just the prologue<br />Take up the challenge<br />And surely<br />Fate<br />The future<br />The weather<br />Will all be on your side</p><p>We Can Do It<br />Fight Fight Fight<br />No matter what day it is<br />It's up to you to rally your own spirits<br />Go overboard<br />Go And Go<br />And the way forward<br />Will definitely open up before you</p><p>We Can Do It<br />Fight Fight Fight<br />Don't lose your way<br />You're amazing when you try your hardest<br />That's right<br />Make Make Make<br />One day at a time<br />You'll gain more things you treasure<br />And surely, when you look back</p><p>Dreaming Days<br />Groovy Days<br />Happy Days<br />Creation</p><p>So Happy Days</p><p>On Thursday, I'm pretty exhausted<br />I look like a total mess<br />But even so, if I open the door</p><p>Oh Yes Sunshine</p><p>It's really a surprisingly simple thought<br />If I look up at the big, blue sky<br />I smile<br />C'mon, let's put in some effort</p><p>I'm not the only one<br />Who thinks that way<br />So I feel kind of guilty<br />Every day<br />We all<br />Think<br />"I don't want to"<br />It's the same sort of thing</p><p>In The Moment<br />Live Live Live<br />The headwind against us<br />Blows strong on some days and weak on others<br />Always Aim And END<br />There's a tailwind at our backs<br />From the people we treasure; thank you</p><p>In The Moment<br />Live Live Live<br />I want to walk forth<br />Everywhere with you, as you try your hardest<br />That's right<br />Sing Song Sing<br />We'll even<br />Come to laugh at our mistakes<br />And move onwards lightheartedly</p><p>Dreaming Days<br />Groovy Days<br />Happy Days<br />Creation</p><p>We make our own happiness<br />Can you imagine anything harder?<br />That's not true<br />It's not impossible<br />All you have to do is try<br />And we</p><p>We Can Do It<br />Fight Fight Fight<br />No matter what day it is,<br />Summoning up our strength is really hard<br />But on Saturday<br />As a reward<br />We'll laugh whole-heartedly<br />Weekend</p><p>We Can Do It<br />Fight Fight Fight<br />Don't lose your way<br />You're amazing when you try your hardest<br />That's right<br />Make Make Make<br />One day at a time<br />You'll gain more things you treasure<br />And surely, when you look back,</p><p>Dreaming Days<br />Groovy Days<br />Happy Days<br />Creation</p><p>So Happy Days</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-7001720268568946112020-11-09T09:22:00.003-08:002020-11-09T09:22:45.720-08:00IDOLiSH7 Twelve Fantasia: Yamato and Yuki: Senpai's Orders<div style="text-align: left;"><div>I'm assuming everyone knows what "senpai" and "kouhai" are and giving up finding a good English translation for them. :V</div><div><br /></div><div>IDOLiSH7 Twelve Fantasia</div><div>Backstage Stories: Yamato & Yuki</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Senpai's Orders</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Senpai’s Orders 1</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Yamato: ……<br />Yuki: Yamato-kun. Good timing.<br />Yamato: ...He found me.<br />Yuki: What’s wrong?<br />Yamato: Oh, it’s nothing.<br />Yuki: Okay. I’m free right now too. Why don’t we get tea together?<br />Yamato: Sorry, Yuki-san. I’m about to head to work. Too bad, we can’t spend time together.<br />Yuki: You’re lying, Yamato-kun. I thought you would, so I asked Maneko-chan about your schedule.<br />Yamato: ...Can you not go around checking people’s schedules behind their backs? I don’t have to work, so I’m going back to my room. Please excuse me.<br />Yuki: It’s important to interact with your senpai, Yamato-kun.<br />Yamato: Re:vale has a lot of other cute kouhai they like. Go talk to them.<br />Yuki: I see… If you don’t have tea with me, I’ll be so lonely, I might end up accidentally telling the other members what you’re hiding.<br />Yamato: Damn you!<br />Yamato: ...Tch, okay. I’ll go with you.<br />Yuki: I thought so. There’s a cafe Momo likes near here.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><hr /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Senpai's Orders 2<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yuki: Yamato-kun. Come with me for a bit.<br />Yamato: Ugh, you again.<br />Yuki: Don't "ugh" at your senpai. You should show more respect.<br />Yamato: Yeah, yeah. Woww, you're so coooool, Yuki-san, I look up to you sooooo much.<br />Yuki: You're making fun of me.<br />Yamato: No, that's how I really feel.<br />Yuki: Haah… Why are you so uncute? You've always been this way.<br />Yamato: Sorry for not being cute.<br />Yuki: You're an extremely good actor, but you don't even try to flatter people.<br />Yamato: Well, don't you put on too much of an act all the time, Yuki-san? You're the one causing trouble, but you always go, "I'm on your side" with no shame at all. Seriously, stop it.<br />Yuki: Isn't that just a normal conversation line?<br />Yamato: It's something a crook would say… Our members are innocent kids. Please don't trick them.<br />Yuki: What do you take me for? I just want to talk to them and get to know them. That includes you, Yamato-kun.<br />Yamato: Yeah, yeah. Thanks for your concern.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><hr /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Senpai's Orders 3<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yuki: Ya~ma~to~kun. ♪<br />Yamato: He's~ not~ here.<br />Yuki: Aren't you right here?<br />Yamato: I feel like playing emotional hide-and-seek. Please leave me alone.<br />Yuki: Senpai's orders. Talk with me for a bit.<br />Yamato: And how many times have you given me senpai's orders?<br />Yuki: It's fine, right? Since it's you and me. I wanted to ask you something about acting.<br />Yamato: …Everyone praises you for the strength of your acting skills. There shouldn't be anything your kouhai can teach you.<br />Yuki: There is. Because you're a talented actor.<br />Yuki: Tell me how you always approach acting.<br />Yamato: Haah… If I tell you, please leave me alone.<br />Yamato: ...I either imagine how the character feels and bring out those emotions in my expression, or make the expression and use that to remember and draw out the emotions.<br />Yuki: Oh, so that's what you do. That's useful. Then I want to see it in actio-<br />Yamato: That's all I'm going to tell you. Thanks. Bye.<br />Yuki: I thought he'd gotten softer, but he turned me down again. But at least he's no longer looking at me like I'm an insect. I guess that's an improvement.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-76391802124531095202020-07-03T18:04:00.001-07:002020-07-03T18:04:35.458-07:00Hariyama-san, Center of the World, volume 2: Interlude 3: Revival For No ReasonI'm all done with Link, so that means Hariyama-san is now my main project, with some work on Tales of the Rays on the side o/<div><br /></div><div><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Hariyama-san, Center of the World 2</i><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Interlude 2: Revival for No Reason</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a><br /></span><div><div>X Month, X day. Rainy. Body temperature the same as ambient. Other people's body warmth as disgusting as usual.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's been a week since they came to my home.</div><div><br /></div><div>They're okay with just the minimum amount of water, but they can have regular meals too. Apparently the stomach and bowels can work the same way they do when they were alive. It's pretty amazing, adjusting it however they like. I wonder if I can do that too?</div><div><br /></div><div>Neither of them had names. Apparently they've just been calling each other "you" until now. I don't really understand it, but if I think about it, I didn't ask the boy's name either.</div><div><br /></div><div>At first, I intended to kill the boy, so I didn't think it was necessary to know his name. But now that we're living together, he needs a name for convenience.</div><div><br /></div><div>My name is related to "white," and my little brothers' names are related to "red" and "blue," so when it came down to it, I named the boy "Gray," the color of ash, and the girl "Rain," from "rainbow." (At first I suggested black and green or gold and silver, but they were against it, so this is what we ended up with.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, that led to us talking about lots of things.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wasn't particularly interested, but in the end, they revealed their pasts to me little by little.</div><div><br /></div><div>They'd been born in a mountainous region in China, close to a large metropolis. Now they're fully fluent in Japanese, but they weren't originally zombies created from a virus or secret voodoo arts. To put it in terms we understand, they're closer to <i>jiangshi</i>. I had a strong image from movies from my childhood of hopping figures wearing black clothes, but it does seem they can bend their limbs. (When I commented on it, they took offense. "We're different from <i>jiangshi</i>. We aren't just made from Chinese techniques, but Japanese and Eastern European too." But as far as I'm concerned, having seen that movie series, all moving corpses born in China might as well be <i>jiangshi</i>.)</div><div><br /></div><div>To begin with, rather than saying they were "born," it might be more appropriate to say they were given birth to, created, or reanimated.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even if they call it Taoism, it seems to be a very different sort of magic. (It's not like I know a lot about Taoism, but that's what they say it is. They went on and on about using corpses in religious ceremonies, but I wasn't interested and ignored them.) The practioners struggled to use secret magic and sage arts not recorded in any book, refining the method until they finally had it down to a science.</div><div><br /></div><div>Prepubescent children were kidnapped and executed in a certain way — so that their souls could be removed.</div><div><br /></div><div>After that, the souls of many people were mixed and melded together and placed into the empty shells of the children, reviving the bodies that should have been dead.</div><div><br /></div><div>That taboo had been committed, that law broken, lives even stolen from humans, just so they could be created. Why did they even exist?</div><div><br /></div><div>The answer was simple.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was sad, in a way. They had been created by gamecock owners, so-called collectors or artisans.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's right. They were gamecocks.</div><div><br /></div><div>The practitioners who created them had been competing, using different techniques to show that they could make the superior puppet.</div><div><br /></div><div>In today's terms, it might be something like fighting each other with characters they'd raised themselves in a video game. No, maybe it's exactly like that.</div><div><br /></div><div>They made their reanimated corpses fight each other. Of course, it was heretical.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, they're one kind of gamecock made by those creators.</div><div><br /></div><div>And within the circles of those who use ghosts, the two people who were the most skilled and broke the most taboos were the "parents" of this boy and girl.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, from what I've heard of them, those two are the worst kind of brutes.</div><div><br /></div><div>From a normal person's perspective, just the fact that they toyed with corpses would've made them brutish enough, but they even went to other countries to collect different kinds of corpses and souls. It was really an international operation.</div><div><br /></div><div>The two practitioners were always pitting their reanimated corpses against each other, increasing their intellect and beauty as they competed. The rings I stole are apparently some kind of catalyst that adheres the corpse and soul together; they're tools that affect both the soul and the flesh, so they have to obey any order given by the practitioners, even if it's something like, "Keep destroying each other even if only your head remains."</div><div><br /></div><div>But one day — a fateful day for the corpse puppets they called their greatest masterpieces—</div><div><br /></div><div>One day, Gray was scheduled for a death match with an opponent's puppetl—</div><div><br /></div><div>And then he met Rain for the first time.</div><div><br /></div><div>The memories of many past lives and many different souls were mixed within them, causing chaos. They were something like children that possessed nothing but knowledge. That was Rain told me today, but the bodies they occupy are that of children, and it sounds like the practitioners who made them used lots of children's souls, so that's only natural.</div><div><br /></div><div>In this game, meant to prove who was superior, Gray and Rain were supposed to fight to the death in front of both creators — but the practitioner who had given birth to the boy's corpse puppet used the power of the ring and gave this order.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Launch a surprise attack... kill her."</div><div><br /></div><div>The "her" he pointed to was — the practitioner who had created Rain.</div><div><br /></div><div>In other words, though he had claimed it was to prove superiority, he had actually hated his rival from the bottom of his heart. Or maybe they hadn't gotten along from the very beginning. There's no way of knowing now. ...Maybe he was enchanted by how cleverly Rain had been made and wanted to take her unharmed, but I'm really only guessing. I feel like I can understand someone who loves corpses, just a bit, but their reasons really are different from mine.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, whatever the reason, it was a simple assassination scheme… or rather, it was the result of a much too straightforward assassination scheme.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even so, an unexpected plot twist occurred.</div><div><br /></div><div>The bout or death match or whatever it was — in any case, the moment they received the signal to start, Gray easily killed the opposing practitioner. He thought Rain would get in his way for sure, but the kill went extremely smoothly. Relieved, he turned around—</div><div><br /></div><div>And then he saw that his own practitioner had been killed by Rain.</div><div><br /></div><div>In other words, the two practitioners were rivals to the end, from the contents of their brains to the fate they shared.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I heard this story, I laughed without thinking. I said it was like the punchline of some joke.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now that I think about it, that was mean of me. Maybe tomorrow I'll pat their heads and try to make it up to them.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I look at them, I remember my little brothers' childhood, and it really makes me want to smile.</div><div><br /></div><div>But those two corpses will always live in the bodies of children, won't they?</div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder if the same will be true of their hearts?</div><div><br /></div><div>Will they mature a little?</div><div><br /></div><div>If they do, I think I at least want them to be happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>They were killed in a ridiculous way for a ridiculous reason. Their souls and bodies were meddled with ridiculously. They were revived by ridiculous people and made to fight for ridiculous reasons until they were even guilty of slaughter.</div><div><br /></div><div>On top of that, the "fun" they'd decided on when they came to Japan had failed, when they tried to use my ridiculous self in a ridiculous way.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I at least want them to live as happily as they can from now on. (They're already dead, so maybe it's more accurate to say I want them to continue to exist.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Am I a failure as a hitman for feeling this way?</div><div><br /></div><div>On the other hand, part of me feels like they should become my assistants and help me in my work.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ugh, ughhh, it's lukewarm.</div><div><br /></div><div>My heart feels lukewarm again today.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, it feels gross.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">‡</div><div><br /></div><div>Having written that, the woman with the white cap calmly closed the diary program on the monitor. It wasn't an Internet blog, but a free diary software she had downloaded.</div><div><br /></div><div>The journal contained details about her work and would be crucial evidence were she to be arrested, but she didn't care. The computer was never connected to the Internet; if it was ever confiscated, she figured there would already be other evidence against her. But if by some accident someone else found out about these data, she wouldn't care. That was her thinking, as someone who went apathetically through life.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>'Well, if they read the most recent entries, they might just think I'm writing a novel or something.'</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Being surrounded by a group of zombies, meeting the zombie puppeteer boy and girl, and then being reduced to a zombie through her own choice—</div><div><br /></div><div>She laughed wryly, thinking of those details that were recorded in her diary.</div><div><br /></div><div>As she finished writing yesterday's entry, her skin was enveloped by the warm sunlight slanting through the window. But she acted as if she hated it. She adjusted her cap again, even if she was indoors, and after a moment of hesitation, she forcefully pulled down the window blinds.</div><div><br /></div><div>She looked around at the room, considering drinking tea, but the strangely empty room left her feeling slightly lonely.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>'That's right, those kids… what are they doing today? They said they'd be back late…'</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>'If I remember right, they said they'd be heading to Tama Lake or Sayama Lake…</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>'Maybe they're going to the amusement park?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>'It can only be a good thing if they do.'</i></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">‡</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Near Tama Lake</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Sayama Lake, surrounded by a marvelous view of nature.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also known as Yamaguchi Reservoir, it was an artificial lake constructed at the beginning of the Showa era to serve as Tokyo's water source.</div><div><br /></div><div>And south of it were two reservoirs divided by a bank — what was commonly known as "Tama Lake." This reservoir was split into the Upper and Lower Murayama Reservoirs, which were built from the Taisho to the Showa era.</div><div><br /></div><div>The lakes were about 100 meters from each other. Tama Lake was located inside Tokyo Prefecture, while Sayama Lake was located in the Saitama jurisdiction, with the prefectural boundary between them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Their names appeared on lists of Japan's top 100 artificial lakes and the famous sightseeing spots of Tokorozawa. There was a dome-shaped baseball field and an amusement park nearby. Right now those were closed, but there were various other attractions to be had.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the other hand, the natural beauty of Sayama remained intact around the lakes, and those who came to sightsee would return fully satisfied.</div><div><br /></div><div>At present, the water had been drained from the east side of Tama Lake for construction purposes, but the rest of the reservoir was filled with a wide expanse of water that stretched out under the blue sky, showing a side of Tokorozawa that was completely different from the urban area.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the wide promenade overlooking the lake, two children were holding hands affectionately.</div><div><br /></div><div>"This is it, Rain."</div><div><br /></div><div>"It would seem so, Gray."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Which lake do you think it is, Rain?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Well… I couldn't say from here. It's the same for you, correct, Gray?"</div><div><br /></div><div>The ones calling each other by name were a boy wearing a gray jacket and a girl wearing extremely colorful clothes.</div><div><br /></div><div>They always called each other's names more than necessary, perhaps because they were pleased with the names they had been given by the hitwoman in white. They had taken temporary names for themselves a number of times, but it was the first time someone else had done them the kindness of naming them.</div><div><br /></div><div>On top of that, she had even given them names based on colors, as if they were part of her family. Of course the childlike hearts of the two corpse puppets would be happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>The day they were named, the hitwoman with the white cap faced them and held out their rings. Those rings, which controlled their fates, were more precious to them than life itself.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I named you, so we're family now. You can run off or do whatever you want."</div><div><br /></div><div>The hitwoman spoke bluntly and began preparing dinner indifferently.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Well, if you resent me, you can take it out on me too. Though I will put up a fight."</div><div><br /></div><div>The hitwoman smiled brightly as she clutched the kitchen knife, but her eyes shone with malice and killing intent.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gray and Rain looked at each other—</div><div><br /></div><div>But in the end, both of them began helping with dinner.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Looking back on it, the two of them gazed at the lake and began to speak, sounding strangely happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Our sister Mashiro's a nice person."</div><div><br /></div><div>"You're right."</div><div><br /></div><div>"She's really different from our first masters."</div><div><br /></div><div>"...Shall we stop discussing the past? Simply remembering makes me nauseous."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_524JnNjRjkbSRfqy-_m3BlNr4OUaRpt_l8B1_AKnD5eNpDG37oYd7CszyU460RgGbmqsYkhE8Udwz1DV9oW6QELdG088ca0iS1suoMtlaGJ15fRzp2T69IvZYiHddGOzokeWRPpEPzE/s1400/hariyama2_283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="964" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_524JnNjRjkbSRfqy-_m3BlNr4OUaRpt_l8B1_AKnD5eNpDG37oYd7CszyU460RgGbmqsYkhE8Udwz1DV9oW6QELdG088ca0iS1suoMtlaGJ15fRzp2T69IvZYiHddGOzokeWRPpEPzE/s320/hariyama2_283.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The girl looked away coldly, no heat at all emitted from her body.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then the boy whose face was hidden by goggles, who also emitted no body heat, laughed quietly and replied.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Right… because now our master is Mashiro. Even after she gave back our rings."</div><div><br /></div><div>"It's the first time we've stayed with someone through our own choice."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Yeah, so that's why…"</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, after a moment, Gray looked out at the wide expanse of water and murmured, "We have to play so Sis won't be troubled."</div><div><br /></div><div>"I feel the same."</div><div><br /></div><div>With that said, the girl turned her attention toward the "presences" she could hear nearby.</div><div><br /></div><div>"It is truly marvelous… I can sense a marvelous whirlpool of souls far, far below the bottom of this lake."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Yeah… I think they're human souls, but they're a bit weird… I wonder what kind of people they are?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"There seems to be quite a lot of them… they've most likely died very recently…"</div><div><br /></div><div>Even as they spoke of things a normal person wouldn't comprehend, the boy and girl just smiled.</div><div><br /></div><div>"And… did you notice, Rain? Lately… the ones in town have started to have a really strong presence."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Yes. They've been moving around without stopping… as if they've possessed cars or something similar."</div><div><br /></div><div>"How 'bout we pit those souls against these souls for fun?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"...That is a good idea coming from you, Gray."</div><div><br /></div><div>The two corpse puppets wore happy, playful childlike smiles that were so, so innocent—</div><div><br /></div><div>As they continued to calmly, calmly sense the movements of the souls rising up through the lake.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">‡</div><div><br /></div><div>X Month, X day, continued</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, right, I remembered something else I should write about.</div><div><br /></div><div>The reason Gray and Rain manipulated corpses as a game—</div><div><br /></div><div>There is none.</div><div><br /></div><div>They call it a game, but the only ways to amuse themselves that they knew of were the ones they had picked up from the practitioners who made them.</div><div><br /></div><div>In that case, reanimating corpses was the only choice they could make when it came to playing. Maybe it was more fun than playing video games or baseball, watching TV, or reading manga.</div><div><br /></div><div>In that case, I have no right to stop them.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't really care as long as they don't bother anyone.</div><div><br /></div><div>Death and souls are business to me and toys to them. That's the only difference between us.</div><div><br /></div><div>But if they try to kill someone like they did me — I'll slap their faces and stop them.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's fine to use corpses as toys. But they're too young to take on killing.</div><div><br /></div><div>For now, at least.</div><div><br /></div><div>So until they grow up, mentally at least, I intend to act as their guardian. Though I don't know what'll happen after that.</div><div><br /></div><div>It seems kind of half-hearted. I really hate this side of me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ahh, I was right to have died. I was right to become a zombie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even though my heart is so lukewarm—</div><div><br /></div><div>I wouldn't have been able to stand it if my body was lukewarm too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ugh, ughhh, it's lukewarm.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Continue to "The Scarlet Death of Cross Kashiwagi"</i></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-28388259985016402872020-05-29T16:31:00.001-07:002020-05-29T16:31:22.328-07:00Tales of Link: A New Journey Begins Herethe final event posted to TOLink JPN, aka the farewell messages. watching this upsets me every time.<div><br /></div><div><div><i>Tales of Link</i></div><div><i>A New Journey Begins Here</i></div><div>raw video link <a href="https://app.box.com/s/92k0l3h1uphp6ze7ti5subhorqpqbovw" target="_blank">here</a>!</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div>Pitter patter—</div><div>Sara is walking cheerfully up ahead. She turns to look back and calls to us.</div><div>Sara: Um… how about somewhere here?</div><div>Lippy: I agree! This field is lush and scenic, quite pleasant altogether.</div><div>Zephyr: Well, it all looks pretty much the same around here.</div><div>Zephyr sighs in exasperation.</div><div>Sara/Kana: Haha. / Ehehe.</div><div>Lippy: My, is something the matter, you two?</div><div>Kana: Well, you know. Sara and I thought Zephyr was gonna say something like that.</div><div>Kana: And look, we were right.</div><div>Sara: We thought it would be like him.</div><div>Zephyr: ...why do I feel like I've lost…</div><div>Zephyr looks tired, and he reaches his hand toward Lippy instinctively.</div><div>Lippy: —Uwah!? Master Zephyr! Please do not use me to relieve your stress! Don't tickle — waaaaaah!</div><div>Kana: Hey, Zephyr! Stop that!</div><div>Kana tries to interfere, but Zephyr turns on her and grinds his fist against her head.</div><div>Kana's eyes lose focus. Sara and I stand by and watch, charmed by the sight.</div><div>Our normal lives—</div><div>This sort of thing is just like us.</div><div>After fooling around (or being fooled around with) for a while, the three of them calm down and we resume our conversation.</div><div>Lippy: Well then. Now that we've recovered, let's begin. Who will take the SMARTPHON…?</div><div>Zephyr: Well, it's gotta be—</div><div>Kana: Let's get started!</div><div>Lippy: Of course!</div><div>Sara: Yeah! Go ahead, Link!</div><div>Zephyr: What now? Don't get embarrassed.</div><div>Lippy: Here is my SMARTPHON. Please take it.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitoTytzzDGdNSmmRZ7626gKlEyuS3c6XoStg-O2PJLy58xI4tbjr75gkXTEMZi49nAU196RV4fi9TRKAaAs3XtvlYbf3eewojx4j1w5vdaS0GHt-TbgtVkHaiCE38WzlB4VWk7421EwN4/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitoTytzzDGdNSmmRZ7626gKlEyuS3c6XoStg-O2PJLy58xI4tbjr75gkXTEMZi49nAU196RV4fi9TRKAaAs3XtvlYbf3eewojx4j1w5vdaS0GHt-TbgtVkHaiCE38WzlB4VWk7421EwN4/s320/koko+kara+hajimaru%252C+arata+na+bouken.MOV_snapshot_01.21_%255B2020.05.28_19.54.57%255D.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>(Start by touching this button.)</div><div>Lippy: Simply follow my Goddess's guidance to operate it!</div><div><br /></div><div>(Next, touch this button.)</div><div><br /></div><div>(Hold the SMARTPHON in your right hand.)</div><div>Kana: Come closer, Zephyr!</div><div>Zephyr: Yeah, yeah. Fine.</div><div>Sara: Everyone's in the shot now, right? Then pose!</div><div><br /></div><div>(Turn the SMARTPHON sideways.)</div><div><br /></div><div>(Done?)</div><div>(Now hold it in front of your face.)</div><div>(Now let's start.)</div><div><br /></div><div>(Okay! Touch the screen!)</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsnYSqr2_r8AJDq-CCz10-4ihJycpGhopGsLRLNIfXPeYaewSVnFUw3nVml4M9gwqOq8Aj4vGLIB_O51raWj4ycEPC8P6vtBO6RhwhHz_I1vumxu0G7ixgek6yHYb9BvnVunSkrne6nA/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsnYSqr2_r8AJDq-CCz10-4ihJycpGhopGsLRLNIfXPeYaewSVnFUw3nVml4M9gwqOq8Aj4vGLIB_O51raWj4ycEPC8P6vtBO6RhwhHz_I1vumxu0G7ixgek6yHYb9BvnVunSkrne6nA/s320/koko+kara+hajimaru%252C+arata+na+bouken.MOV_snapshot_02.14_%255B2020.05.28_20.02.25%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Zephyr:</div><div>We've had a pretty long journey since we came to earth.</div><div>...you're the only one I can tell this to.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to continue walking this path with all of you.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to be together forever.</div><div>I'll be counting on you, partner.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Kana:</div><div>Our feelings—</div><div>Our linked hearts—</div><div>They'll keep us together, always.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think there's nothing more beautiful than that.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'm really happy.</div><div>Do you feel the same?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lippy:</div><div>May today be another good day.</div><div>Savior, the path that you walk is the light that guides me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Forever, and ever.</div><div>I will always be by your side.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sara:</div><div>I'm glad I met you.</div><div>You've given me so many memories.</div><div>Thank you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well—</div><div>There's no need to be so formal!</div><div>The paths we walk will definitely cross again someday.</div><div><br /></div><div>So we'll always be together!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Allen:</div><div>The memories from our journey together are engraved in my heart.</div><div>Our bonds will always be there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Come on. 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the last of main story.</div>
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<i>Tales of Link</i></div>
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<i>Starlight Sinking Into the Blue</i></div>
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Chapter 8: Starlight</div>
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Some time has passed since the battle.</div>
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I can hear the sound of waves.</div>
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Sara: It's so bright…</div>
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Sara gazes at the sun high up in the clear sky.</div>
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Sara: I'm glad the weather is so nice.</div>
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Link: Yeah. We could finally all come here together.</div>
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I reply, watching Kana and Lippy playing in the surf.</div>
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Kana: Ahaha! Take this, Lippy! Haa!</div>
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She joyfully swings at the water with both hands, drenching Lippy.</div>
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Lippy: —Fwah! That was well done, Lady Kana! But I will not be outdone!</div>
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Lippy splashes in the water determinedly.</div>
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...It must take a lot of strength to send up that much water with such small arms…</div>
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But since it's Lippy, I can see it somehow.</div>
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Zephyr: They're really energetic… well, glad they're having fun.</div>
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Next to me, Zephyr smiles a little as he watches them.</div>
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This is our daily life.</div>
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It's proof that we've put the harsh battles behind us and reclaimed our normal lives.</div>
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The kingdom of Clariye.</div>
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Seeing that there were no longer military ships on guard around the port, we brought our ship in to dock.</div>
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Rumors of that had been spreading and the citizens seemed to believe the notices were no longer in effect.</div>
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The port and the castle town were lively once again.</div>
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We parted with Yuri at Clariye's docks.</div>
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As per the request, he'd found the person he was searching for and would be returning to Euraia.</div>
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I wanted to thank the master archer who had helped us.</div>
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But Zephyr said that Yuri had asked him to give it up.</div>
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Zephyr: It might be someone you know.</div>
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It was probably for the best that we didn't talk to him or him to us.</div>
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I didn't pursue it any further.</div>
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We parted with Velvet on the ship.</div>
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We found the pirate ship she had sailed with in the seas near Clariye and saw her off.</div>
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The friends who came to meet her showered her with questions.</div>
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Velvet had always seemed like she didn't want people to get too close to her, but she looked much gentler when talking with her friends.</div>
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Kana: Thank you, Velvet! See you again!</div>
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Kana shouted her farewell as Velvet departed.</div>
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Her friends set up an impressive clamor when they heard Kana's words.</div>
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And so, we returned to Maira and took a break for a while.</div>
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It'll be a little while before our a next trip.</div>
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Our next destination is a bit far away.</div>
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It'll be a place that we saw in his memories.</div>
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I'm sure it'll be another difficult journey. But with all of us together, we can overcome any difficulties.</div>
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I space out while thinking about this—</div>
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Kana: —Waah!? The waves…! Waaaaaah!</div>
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Lippy: Oh!? Lady Kana…!</div>
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Zephyr: Why the hell are you getting washed away when the waves are so weak!?</div>
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Zephyr's voice is full of mingled shock and exasperation as he goes running toward the cove.</div>
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Sara and I laugh as we watch them.</div>
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This is our normal life.</div>
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Sara: Hey, Link.</div>
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Your voice is the same as always.</div>
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But I think something has clearly changed between us.</div>
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Sara: You know, I'm really glad I could come here with you.</div>
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Sara wears a bashful expression on her face.</div>
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Sara: This was my secret place.</div>
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And you brought me here.</div>
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Sara: ...you know, I really like working hard. No, that's not it…</div>
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Sara: I get restless if I don't work hard. If I'm not working hard, I get scared.</div>
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Sara: Sometimes even when I'm with all of you. It's because I love you all so much.</div>
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Sara: You're so dazzling… sometimes I can't look away.</div>
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She looks down a little as she speaks.</div>
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Sara: I thought, I couldn't let myself fall behind, so I couldn't depend on anyone else… that's how I always felt while we traveled.</div>
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That was Sara's confession.</div>
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The feelings that Sara had sunk into the depths of her heart.</div>
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You'd always been by my side, and that small voice that had cried out inside you all this time.</div>
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For you to stay by me, I have to respond to that voice, those feelings.</div>
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The sea breeze blows through the space between us.</div>
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My heart is swayed by the sound of the waves, and I tell you.</div>
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Link: That's not true. You're always trying so hard. I want you to depend on me more.</div>
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Sara: To be honest… I'm really bad at it. Really depending on other people, I mean.</div>
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Sara: I feel like I can do it if it's you. ...But I also feel like I absolutely can't because it's you.</div>
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Under normal circumstances, I would think those words were just like Sara.</div>
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But today, I want to soften her heart, no matter what.</div>
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So — I don't know if this the right thing to do—</div>
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Link: Then… how about I depend on you first?</div>
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Sara: Huh?</div>
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Sara looks at me blankly, and I touch her hand.</div>
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Link: If someday I can't do anything for you anymore…</div>
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Link: Will you stay with me?</div>
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Sara: Ah…</div>
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It's my turn to ask the words that she had been crying out in her heart.</div>
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Sara might view that wish as dependence.</div>
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But isn't it such a warm-hearted wish?</div>
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Sara: ...geez. That's what I'm talking about, Link.</div>
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Link: Huh?</div>
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Sara: Haha. That's what makes me think you're dazzling. ...but it's a really warm, gentle light. ...thank you.</div>
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...though I don't think that's true.</div>
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It happened again when Sara was taken away.</div>
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I felt as if the stars had been stolen away.</div>
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Because to me, Sara is the brightest, most dazzling star.</div>
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...a thought suddenly crosses my mind. It's only a "what if," but—</div>
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Maybe there doesn't need to be any light between us.</div>
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If that brightness upsets you and me, then I want to turn it into something else.</div>
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I'm motivated by the desire just to be by your side. What is this warm feeling called?</div>
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Then Sara suddenly smiles.</div>
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Sara: Ehehe. Got it! Then… I'll start depending on you right now. Come with me, Link!</div>
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Link: —Huh? Waaah!?</div>
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Sara suddenly stands and pulls at my hand, leading me toward the cove.</div>
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Her hand isn't pulling strongly; rather, it's gently guiding me, as if in invitation.</div>
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There's only a slight feeling of warmth where our hands are linked, where we touch—</div>
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Oh. This must be…</div>
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Sara: Come on, let's go!</div>
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Just when she shouts—</div>
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We dive underwater.</div>
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The two of us sink together.</div>
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Toward her secret, favorite place.</div>
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Surrounded by rays of light that thrust through the waves, I pray for the answer I've finally found.</div>
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I pray that my wish will be granted.</div>
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Please, God. Let me be with her, even if it's only for a little while.</div>
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<i>Starlight Sinking Into the Blue</i><br />
Chapter 8: Starlight<br />
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We put our hearts into our attacks, and our blows pierce the demon's chest.<br />
Feil: Gaaaaaaaaaah!?<br />
It seems to work.<br />
A blinding light flares—<br />
Link: We'll show you our strength!<br />
Feil: Ahh, ahhhh…<br />
Cracks begin to form in the shell enveloping the demon—<br />
Thump… with a loud sound, he falls.<br />
So now—<br />
Feil: It can't… be… not again… I…<br />
His fusion with Asmodeus falls apart.<br />
He's lost all his strength. Most likely, in his state…<br />
Lippy: ...he's barely breathing… but our attack earlier was insufficient punishment for the crimes he's committed!<br />
Lippy: I'll purify you with holy flames until not even ash remains!<br />
Lippy focuses magical power, preparing to deal the final blow.<br />
But—<br />
Zephyr: Lippy! Wait!<br />
Lippy: Bwah!? But… but why, Master Zephyr!?<br />
Zephyr: Now that we have the chance… there's a spell I'd like to try.<br />
Sara: What spell…?<br />
Lippy: But in that case… what secret arte do you propose to use to eradicate the root of all this evil?<br />
Zephyr: ...well, I guess it would eradicate the evil… but the method's a little different.<br />
Zephyr: But I dunno if it'll work.<br />
Zephyr approaches the demon where it lies and begins attempting to cast a spell.<br />
Zephyr: I saw it a bunch of times. ...I think I've got a pretty good grasp on the composition.<br />
Feil: …! You're… that spell… no…!?<br />
The magical power collects in the tip of his finger, and he brushes Feil's demon arm. Then—<br />
A seal wraps around the demon arm and a crystal emerges. Zephyr takes that crystal into his palm.<br />
Zephyr: Looks like it went well. I'm pretty great at this, huh…<br />
Almost before he finishes speaking, Zephyr places the crystal into his own arm.<br />
Kana: ...um, Zephyr, what you doing?<br />
Zephyr: I'm gonna borrow Asmodeus's power for a bit.<br />
With that said, he places that hand on Feil's head.<br />
Zephyr: Oh… okay. That's fine.<br />
He lets go of Feil and dispels the Anchor Snatch.<br />
Feil: ...hahaha… I see… this… is terrible…<br />
Feil: You all… are my… destroyers…<br />
Feil: It's quite… irritating… I'm going to… throw up…<br />
Feil: Ahhh… how… absurd…<br />
Those—<br />
Were the last words of the man called Feil, the source of boundless malice throughout all of eternity.<br />
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Our long battle is over.<br />
We descend into the castle town and walk down the road, each of us lost in our own thoughts.<br />
There's something I've been worrying about, and so I ask Zephyr.<br />
Link: Zephyr… at the end there…<br />
Zephyr: It was nothing, really. I read his memories.<br />
Yuri: His memories—!? Why'd you wanna do that…<br />
Zephyr: Kana. Do you remember your seventh birthday?<br />
Kana: Huh!? That came out of nowhere, Zephyr. I do…<br />
Zephyr: Good. Everything up to then…<br />
Zephyr: That was the real Feil who raised you.<br />
Kana: Huh!?<br />
Velvet: You… peeked at that? How tasteless.<br />
Zephyr: It's not like I did it for fun…<br />
Zephyr: Well, anyway… it was really bothering you, right? Isn't it better to lay it to rest?<br />
Kana: Zephyr… yeah… thanks…!<br />
Kana's smile blossoms like a flower in the sun.<br />
And that in turn makes all the rest of us smile—<br />
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<i>Starlight Sinking Into the Blue</i><br />
Chapter 8: Starlight<br />
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Still holding Sara, I descend to the floor.<br />
Feil watches Sara and me with an expression of utmost disbelief.<br />
Feil: That's… impossible…<br />
Zephyr and the others come running.<br />
Kana/Lippy: Sara! / Lady Sara!<br />
Zephyr: Man. Pretty showy entrance, partner.<br />
Link: Zephyr, Sara's sight!<br />
Zephyr: Yeah! Got it! —Dispel!<br />
Zephyr's spell activates, and the seal on Sara's eyes vanishes.<br />
Sara: …mm…<br />
There is light in her eyes.<br />
Sara: Kana… Lippy… Zephyr…<br />
One by one, she meets their eyes directly and calls their names.<br />
Kana: Ooh… sniff…! Saraaaaa!<br />
Kana hugs Sara without hesitation.<br />
Sara: Thanks…! Everyone… I'm sorry for worrying you… I'm all right now!<br />
Lippy: Lady Sara…! Welcome back! And Master Link…<br />
Zephyr: Geez… you're really something… especially when it comes to Sara.<br />
I can feel Zephyr's pride even as he teases us.<br />
Link: Well, you're happy too, Zephyr.<br />
Zephyr: --Huh?<br />
Link: You're glad that Sara and I managed to come back together.<br />
Zephyr: Well, maybe.<br />
Then a voice cuts through our joy.<br />
Yuri: Heeey. Sorry to interrupt the tearful reunion and all, but aren't you forgetting something?<br />
Velvet: Right. There are still loose ends.<br />
At their prompting, we look in his direction.<br />
Feil: ...tch…<br />
Feil's fists tremble as he stares at us in shock.<br />
Feil: How…!? That's impossible! What kind of power could've possibly brought her back…!?<br />
Zephyr: Our bonds. Not like you'd know, always wrapped up in your own little world.<br />
Zephyr: There's something… in this world that even the power of ruin can't destroy!<br />
Feil: There's… there's no way…<br />
Feil: There's no way you could have something like that!<br />
His eyes are filled with a mad light, and they shine suspiciously.<br />
Then Feil calls its name.<br />
Feil: ASMODEUUUUUUUS!!!<br />
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…Ohhhhhhhhh…<br />
The roar of the demon echoes in response to his scream.<br />
A whirling tornado of miasma springs up.<br />
Link: Huh!?<br />
Inside the tornado, I can make out a figure…<br />
Feil: Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!<br />
When he moves his grotesque, transformed body, bolts of darkness ring out and destroy the surrounding pillars.<br />
Where the bolts strike, shadows are left behind and form into roaring monsters.<br />
Lippy: What's this!? Could he have fused with the demon!?<br />
Zephyr: That bastard… he changed himself into a monster… he really doesn't know when to quit…<br />
Kana: This… is also part of our fate. Let's settle this. Time to punish you!<br />
Velvet: Your fate… huh… ...In that case, I'll leave him to you. I'll take out the other monsters!<br />
Yuri: Then I guess I'll do the same.<br />
Yuri: I'm surprised. I'd have thought you were the type to wanna kill it yourself.<br />
Velvet: I would if he were part of my fate. But that's not the case.<br />
Yuri: Guess that's true.<br />
Velvet: He's your enemy, right? You should be the ones to finish this.<br />
Sara: ...Thank you, Yuri, Velvet.<br />
Their strength emboldens us, and we turn to face him, preparing ourselves.<br />
Feil: To destroy… the power of destruction… that's everything to my family… There is nothing… that can't be destroyed!<br />
...We have to put an end to his evil here.<br />
Link: We'll defeat your twisted ideals!<br />
Link: Let's go, everyone! We'll defeat him with our strength!<br />
Sara/Lippy/Zephyr/Kana: Yeah!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-77090220704480886222020-05-17T12:53:00.001-07:002020-05-17T12:53:33.343-07:00Hariyama-san, Center of the World, volume 2: THE DON'T OF THE DEADhahaha it's been two years<br />
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the big untranslatable thing in this story is use of the word 温い, meaning lukewarm or tepid. it's used throughout the story to refer to body heat (neither hot nor cold), attitudes (indecisiveness or half-heartedness), or unsatisfactory results. unfortunately there's no good word in English that captures all these meanings.<br />
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<i>Hariyama-san, Center of the World 2</i><br />
THE DON'T OF THE DEAD<br />
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<i>'Ugh, ughhh, it's lukewarm.'</i><br />
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<br />
The hitman hated body warmth.<br />
<br />
<br />
The lukewarm temperature of a human body disgusted her to an unbearable, maddening extent. Every time a finger touched her skin, she was nauseated by the sticky, living warmth of it.<br />
<br />
It didn't matter whether it was her own warmth or someone else's. It was just that she physically couldn't stand the inevitable warmth that all humans possessed.<br />
<br />
Ever since she was a child, she had admired the characteristic "coldness" of a corpse and the "heat" generated the moment it was consumed in flame and cremated.<br />
<br />
Surrounded by lukewarm, wriggling crowds, the hitwoman did nothing but pass her days in a haze of gloominess.<br />
<br />
<i>'I wish the body heat of humans would just disappear.'</i><br />
<br />
When she saw one of the horror movies she had watched since childhood -- especially the type where the city was overcome by zombies -- she wondered whether or not the undead had any body heat. How wonderful it would be if they didn't.<br />
<br />
How wonderful it would be if all body heat disappeared from around her.<br />
<br />
Not feeling that lukewarm sensation even if she touched someone's skin, instead sensing a moderate coolness.<br />
<br />
Essentially, people should just be bodies.<br />
<br />
They'd managed to perfect living, so why couldn't evolution have made it so that humans could live even without body heat?<br />
<br />
As long as they were alive, they couldn't get away from body heat. But they also couldn't just die.<br />
<br />
In that case, wasn't the only option a living death?<br />
<br />
Right, like those living corpses in the horror movies she'd watched until she herself was practically rotting away!<br />
<br />
The hitman wished devoutly for that.<br />
<br />
And tonight--<br />
<br />
<br />
Her dream came true.<br />
<br />
<br />
When she looked at the situation around her, at that moment, the hitman was filled with a satisfaction that couldn't be put into words.<br />
<br />
The scene before her eyes was just like the opening or climax of a horror thriller featuring moving corpses.<br />
<br />
It was a group of "things"; only their silhouettes looked faintly human.<br />
<br />
Their flesh had given up the color of a living body. The white of their bones strung with red and yellow tendons shone out from gaps within their flesh. It was enough to make anyone who saw them have the unpleasant realization of what they were.<br />
<br />
To tell the truth, it was her first time seeing the real thing in person.<br />
<br />
No, the hitman had never seen the "real thing" even in pictures or recordings -- but she was convinced of what they were.<br />
<br />
They were commonly referred to as the "living dead." If she were to be even more to the point -- she would call these things "zombies."<br />
<br />
<br />
Her dream came true.<br />
<br />
<br />
The strange creatures surrounded her. They were packed close together, but in spite of that, she couldn't feel any heat at all.<br />
<br />
As she looked at the mob of monsters with no warmth, the hitman smiled to herself. This was the world she wished for.<br />
<br />
But the temperature of the lumps of flesh had adjusted to that of Saitama's warm night and wasn't that far away from that of human skin.<br />
<br />
<i>'In that case, even the temperature should be colder. ...Why aren't we at the South Pole?'</i><br />
<br />
As she harbored such contradictory thoughts--<br />
<br />
The hitwoman was surrounded by the group of zombies.<br />
<br />
It was like a scene from a movie.<br />
<br />
There were several details that could have been particularly clever production choices, like the presence of a kid nearby -- but this was undoubtedly real, and a boy was next to the hitwoman.<br />
<br />
He was still only about fourteen or fifteen.<br />
<br />
His eyes were covered with what seemed to be ski goggles, and the color of his eyes couldn't be seen through the tinted glass, but from the paleness of his skin and his brilliant blond hair, he could be identified as Caucasian.<br />
<br />
She'd been caught up in an unpleasantly stereotypical production.<br />
<br />
If there was one thing that differed from the movies--<br />
<br />
<br />
Maybe it was that the hitwoman and the boy--<br />
<br />
Both of them -- were smiling.<br />
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‡</div>
<br />
<i>Several hours earlier, Saitama prefecture, Tokorozawa, a certain cemetery</i><br />
<br />
"Ahh… how relaxing…"<br />
<br />
The loamy earth of Kantou still retained the early summer heat, but the lone woman was experiencing a mental coolness.<br />
<br />
The woman wore a pure white hat. She looked up at the sky full of stars with an expression of ecstasy as she bathed in the chill emanating from the gravestones around her.<br />
<br />
The lights of the city filled the air, so few stars were visible in the sky. But the woman had lived a long time in the city, and that were enough for her.<br />
<br />
This was her daily routine.<br />
<br />
She gazed at the sky in the empty, nighttime graveyard. That was enough to calm her heart.<br />
<br />
It was a huge cemetery, boasting not just the mangement office and many places of worship, but even shops as well. But the woman stayed somewhat at a distance from those buildings, loitering in the quiet space where the tombstones were lined up in rows.<br />
<br />
She was just about at the center of the cemetery, in front of an extremely average-looking gravestone with an amazing number of offerings that had "Hariyama family grave" written on it. That was her special seat.<br />
<br />
The tombstone next to her didn't have anyone's name engraved on it yet. There was only the gravestone that proclaimed it as a grave of the Hariyama family.<br />
<br />
It was probably a grave that had been bought recently -- but what was with the huge number of offerings? If no one lay under the stone, then why were they here?<br />
<br />
As she spent her days wandering aimlessly through the gravesites, that question piqued her curiosity, and she spent every night enjoying the cool night air at the Hariyama family grave.<br />
<br />
Each and every day. After she finished work. Or before she began work. Or in the middle of work--<br />
<br />
Anyway, if nothing else, she continued to come here every night without fail.<br />
<br />
On rainy days and on windy days.<br />
<br />
Her daily routine was unchanging.<br />
<br />
This chilly air with not a single person present.<br />
<br />
That was what she wished for.<br />
<br />
<br />
But tonight -- if there was one thing a little different from usual--<br />
<br />
There should have been no one in the cemetary late at night.<br />
<br />
But a voice could be heard sobbing somewhere inside.<br />
<br />
<br />
"...ooh… rrr…"<br />
<br />
It was a slightly high-pitched cry, and the woman recognized it as the voice of a child.<br />
<br />
"...?"<br />
<br />
A child crying late at night in a cemetery?<br />
<br />
Thoughts of all kinds of ghosts and monsters ran through her head, but she was able to locate the voice's owner surprisingly quickly.<br />
<br />
She spotted a small figure wandering sluggishly between the uniformly ordered gravestones and the wooden grave tablets like a needle stitching through cloth. That figure steadly approached the woman and showed itself clearly from the intersection close to the center of the cemetery.<br />
<br />
"...Corpse… Corpse…"<br />
<br />
When she saw the creature, which was muttering something in a foreign language, the woman let down her guard a little.<br />
<br />
He cut a suspicious figure, wearing long sleeves despite the heat of the night and fancy goggles over his eyes -- but he was obviously a child, a young boy.<br />
<br />
"Ah…"<br />
<br />
The boy noticed her and clamped his mouth shut over his sobs. He straightened up and stared at her face. The glass of the goggles was tinted and she couldn't read the boy's expression.<br />
<br />
<i>'To begin with, can he see anything wearing tinted goggles at night?'</i><br />
<br />
As the woman wondered, the boy timidly approached and opened his mouth.<br />
<br />
"Old lady... oh, um, sorry. You're, a miss, right. I'm sorry, for, troubling you." [1]<br />
<br />
<i>'Old lady, huh.'</i><br />
<br />
Was it normal for a boy his age to think of a 25-year-old as an old lady?<br />
<br />
As she thought that, the woman turned to face the the boy who spoke Japanese with a strange intonation. From his hair color and the unnatural whiteness of his skin, he seemed to be a foreigner, but--<br />
<br />
Why was he wandering through a cemetary at night? Even if he were Japanese, this wasn't a route that someone would take when walking alone, and he didn't seem to be here for a test of courage or fireworks with his friends. There were still people at the management office; if they saw this boy, they would take him into custody without hesitation.<br />
<br />
The woman was momentarily at a loss for words, but it would be unnatural to ignore him, and so she responded calmly.<br />
<br />
"What's wrong? It's hazardous to loiter in a cemetary in the dead of night."<br />
<br />
The woman decided to answer candidly to the boy who was younger yet extremely suspicious. After she'd spoken, she realized she'd only used difficult words and started to worry if he'd understood her.<br />
<br />
As if putting her worries aside, the boy shook his head, appearing not to have heard her.<br />
<br />
"...not here."<br />
<br />
"Not here? What's not?"<br />
<br />
The woman raised an eyebrow doubtfully. The boy answered her question in a faint voice.<br />
<br />
Fantly, faintly.<br />
<br />
Still looking like he was about to cry--<br />
<br />
<br />
"--Corpses."<br />
<br />
<br />
Just that one word.<br />
<br />
"Huh?"<br />
<br />
What was this boy talking about?<br />
<br />
They were in a graveyard. Of course there were corpses: human remains slept beneath the gravestones, bones burnt to white ash.<br />
<br />
Ignoring the woman, who was looking at him silently with an doubtful expression, the boy began to grumble to himself about his situation.<br />
<br />
"Ooh… I finally managed to get away to Japan… but no one told me… <b>this country's customs are to burn the body to ash before burying it!</b>"<br />
<br />
As the boy said such strange things, the woman's eyebrows rose higher and higher. The movement of her eyebrows was the only change in her expression, but her eyes and ears and all the muscles in her body were trembling silently.<br />
<br />
"But, but… it's okay now that I've met you, Miss."<br />
<br />
She trembled--<br />
<br />
"You know where I can find corpses, don't you, Miss?"<br />
<br />
She started suddenly.<br />
<br />
That was because the boy's casual question had trampled directly on the greatest taboo, that of her true nature.<br />
<br />
Her trembling changed to alarm. Her attention had been spread out over their surroundings, but now it focused on the boy.<br />
<br />
The woman's demeanor had clearly changed -- and the boy completely stopped the whimpering he'd been doing up until now. And, smiling as he looked at her, he delivered a piercing blow.<br />
<br />
"Because… <b>the people circling you say so</b>. I can't hear their voices, but that's what their eyes are telling me."<br />
<br />
It was more than a cruel smile. It was a smile overflowing with malice.<br />
<br />
"<b>This woman is the one who killed us…</b> they say."<br />
<br />
His smile was not that of an innocent child crushing an insect; rather, it was faintly tinged with excitement and pleasure, like that of a sadist gouging wounds in a weakling.<br />
<br />
His expression was one that even children, especially bullies, showed sometimes. The boy looked blissfully happy as he exposed the truth of the woman in front of him.<br />
<br />
"Are you an assassin, Miss? Or just a serial killer? Did you just finish your job or your hobby, whichever it is? You still smell like blood a little, you know?"<br />
<br />
As he spoke in fluent Japanese, the white boy quietly glared up at the woman.<br />
<br />
<br />
But then the boy's smile faltered for a moment.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I'm a hitwoman."<br />
<br />
The woman confessed with startling readiness.<br />
<br />
As before, only her eyebrows were raised. She let out a cold sigh and spat words at the boy.<br />
<br />
"Well, there's no way around it if you know. Come with me for a bit."<br />
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<br />
She hated body heat.<br />
<br />
It was a temperature that could only be called halfhearted or lukewarm. To her, it was unbearable.<br />
<br />
As a girl, she had fantasized over and over. It would be great if all the heat around her vanished at once, leaving her surrounded only by the coolness of the air.<br />
<br />
She had openly despised the sensation of body heat, to the point where she also began to hate the warmth of a beating heart.<br />
<br />
While her emotions burned hotly, her thoughts were cool and collected.<br />
<br />
There was one idea she favored among her intense emotions. If only she could live at the temperature of the North and South Poles. That was her ideal.<br />
<br />
However, a normal human would not be able to survive in a place with a temperature so different from their own body. She was torn between the two options. Her days passed uneventfully. She cared nothing for others.<br />
<br />
<i>'Ugh, ughhh, it's lukewarm.'</i><br />
<br />
Normal humans experienced happiness. Some of them experienced boredom in their lives. Even so, all she experienced was that lukewarm body heat.<br />
<br />
<br />
And so she became a hitwoman.<br />
<br />
Even those who interacted with death had normal body temperatures, but the temperature of their hearts was often far different from that of their body. Perhaps they let off extreme heat, or perhaps they were chilled by despair.<br />
<br />
More than anything, she loved the moment when the heat left the bodies of her victims and they began to grow cold.<br />
<br />
A hitwoman had to remain cool and collected. If she didn't, she herself would die. And so she chilled her own heart.<br />
<br />
She tried to maintain a lower body temperature just by remaining calm. If her heart was cold, her body should also become cold.<br />
<br />
The hitwoman hated even her own body heat. Whether it was summer or winter, she always tried to lower her temperature. There was no end to the cold packs and heat absorption products she placed on her body.<br />
<br />
Of course, there was a cooling pad tucked underneath her white hat right now.<br />
<br />
She realized she was abnormal. That abnormality was used as an excuse for her to continue to earn her living as a hitwoman.<br />
<br />
<i>'Lukewarm.'</i><br />
<br />
If she hated body heat so much, she should've just died already. But she viewed herself as similarly half-hearted, for continuing to reject death and live on regardless. In the end, she couldn't escape from her own body heat.<br />
<br />
<i>'But… but still… if I continue this job...'</i><br />
<br />
Someday, she too would be killed. When that time came, would she be able to feel the moment when the heat fled her body?<br />
<br />
Her body shivered convulsively as she <b>daydreamed</b> about her death.<br />
<br />
Until that time came, she would do her best to avoid feeling the heat of her own body. For that reason, she quietly shut herself off.<br />
<br />
No matter what dangerous situation she found herself in, she would maintain her composure.<br />
<br />
Because even as she rejected death, she also wished for it.<br />
<br />
If she told herself that, she would be able to treat all other things with composure.<br />
<br />
<br />
Even if a strange boy immediately recognized her true nature upon meeting her for the first time.<br />
<br />
Even if he told her she was surrounded by countless ghosts.<br />
<br />
<br />
So the hitwoman believed the boy. Even when she heard his words, her heart was unshaken.<br />
<br />
She knew ghosts let off no body heat--<br />
<br />
And so, on the contrary, she felt relieved.<br />
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‡</div>
<br />
Inside a white car with the air conditioning turned up to max.<br />
<br />
The boy in the passenger seat spoke to the woman in the driver's seat. "I'm a sorchemist, you know."<br />
<br />
"Sorchemist?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah. You could say I'm a mix between a chemist and sorceror. Well, I did make up the term just now by mashing together words from this country's language."<br />
<br />
The boy wasn't wearing a seatbelt, and his body shook as he spoke. There were many odd things about him, and the woman began to ask them as they came to her.<br />
<br />
"How come you speak Japanese so well? I thought you were foreign."<br />
<br />
"...So you start off with something unimportant. You're right, I just got here from Holland. When I decided to come to this country, I traced the language into my brain from one of the spirits I had on hand."<br />
<br />
"Traced?"<br />
<br />
"Maybe you would call them ghosts. I downloaded only the necessary information into my head from the afterimage of its electronic impression."<br />
<br />
Silence.<br />
<br />
After a brief moment, the woman provided her own simplified answer. "So you transfer someone's soul to yourself and take their memories?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah. It's just a copy, so that ghost still exists separately. It seems like there aren’t any around right now, though."<br />
<br />
"You can see ghosts? Do you have a strong sixth sense?"<br />
<br />
"No, I was made to see them artificially. My brain's been fiddled with little by little ever since I was a child. Right now, if I wear these goggles, I can see certain wavelengths. In other words, what you would call ghosts or souls."<br />
<br />
Though the boy spoke casually of such strange things, the woman's expression didn't change as she continued to question him.<br />
<br />
"Why’d you come to Japan?"<br />
<br />
She wasn't interested in the specifics of his "system," and she probably wouldn't be able to understand even if she asked. She did think he could be telling her complete nonsense, but at the very least, he had exposed her as a hitwoman.<br />
<br />
With that on her mind, the woman decided she might as well play along with the boy’s story, regardless of whether it was nonsense or the truth.<br />
<br />
So then the boy replied to the woman’s words with equal casualness.<br />
<br />
“Like I said, I was running away. ...But they might catch up with me soon… So I decided to fight. But still… to think there would be none of the necessary corpses...”<br />
<br />
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. First off, what are you running away from?”<br />
<br />
“...A necromancer.”<br />
<br />
“Huh?”<br />
<br />
The word was something out of an old Western horror movie. Without thinking, the woman made a skeptical sound. But the boy who called himself a sorchemist wore a very serious expression as he continued to speak.<br />
<br />
“Souls that continue to have a strong hold on the world, like the kind I see… maybe you would call them vengeful ghosts. The people who make those souls possess corpses.”<br />
<br />
“...Like bringing them back to life?”<br />
<br />
“No. Umm, how do I put it… like extremely strong evil spirits, or the opposite, what you might call heroic spirits, can cause physical interference with this world. They match the informational wavelengths. But normal souls don’t have that kind of power… so necromancers act as ‘translators’ for that information and give them the power to animate corpses.”<br />
<br />
The hitwoman silently stepped on the accelerator, side-eyeing the boy as he continued his careful explanation. There were many things she wanted to ask, but she knew she wouldn’t understand the answers. Instead she turned her attention to the next topic.<br />
<br />
“Hm… so why were you looking for corpses… and how are you going to fight that magician?<br />
<br />
“With zombies.”<br />
<br />
“...”<br />
<br />
Silence fell inside the car. After about five seconds had passed, the hitwoman finally said one word.<br />
<br />
“...huh?”<br />
<br />
Just that word.<br />
<br />
The woman looked at the boy next to her with uncomprehending eyes. Wasn't it his enemy the necromancer who would be using zombies?<br />
<br />
As if understanding her doubts, the boy slowly began to talk about his past.<br />
<br />
“The organization I was in… well, it’s more like a company… it was founded as a cover for a magical society, but somewhere along the way, they ended up advancing sorchemistry too… but they still haven’t forgotten their original objective.”<br />
<br />
“Oh. So what’s their objective?”<br />
<br />
“Resurrection... and use of dead bodies.”<br />
<br />
—use?<br />
<br />
Even though she thought that this was getting fishy, the hitwoman said nothing and let him continue his story.<br />
<br />
The boy spoke with a bit of a proud smile, as if the research he was bragging about was his own.<br />
<br />
“For the first step, we first made a special virus to return the corpses to living flesh. We just call the corpses that were infected with it 'zombies' to make things easier."<br />
<br />
"Virus?"<br />
<br />
"Right. To be more precise, it's more like what you would get if you melded a virus and a bacterium… but I don't really know the difference between viruses and bacteria, so I don't know much about it. Anyway, it doesn't matter if it's a virus or a bacterium… our goal was to get it to quickly infect corpses and put souls in once the body had been resurrected."<br />
<br />
"So in other words… the same as your magician enemy?" the woman asked, cutting short his long explanation.<br />
<br />
The boy's cheeks puffed out a little as he protested, "That's horrible! Don't lump us in with those unscientific magicians!"<br />
<br />
"Huh… huhh?"<br />
<br />
"In the first place, just putting in a soul to make it move is so old-fashioned. You'll never make any progress that way. On the other hand, the body is rotting! There's a limit to how much it can move through sheer willpower! They're just rotting meat that rely on numbers! The brains of those guys who cling to the old magic are rotting too!"<br />
<br />
"Huhhh...?"<br />
<br />
"Whereas we are taking a step forward. With the virus that our doctors made, the corpses transform into a different kind of object that moves through a scientific reaction. They can move themselves to some extent. Their cells become more robust than they were when they were human. But it is just a virus, so they can't carry out any complicated orders. Still, they're much more advanced than those backwards necromancers!"<br />
<br />
"Hm…"<br />
<br />
She didn't understand the boy's bragging at all. In any case, there was only one simple image in the hitwoman's head.<br />
<br />
<br />
Bizarre!<br />
Science Zombie<br />
VS<br />
Mysterious!<br />
Magic Zombie<br />
<br />
<br />
<i>'Why am I imagining something so stupid?'</i><br />
<br />
Even if the boy was somehow telling the truth, it was such a laughably B-grade story.<br />
<br />
But it seemed like he was telling the truth about gbeing able to see ghosts. For now, the hitwoman decided to take him seriously and continue the conversation.<br />
<br />
"...So why are you running from those backwards necromancers?"<br />
<br />
"...W-Well…" the boy mumbled, as if she had struck a nerve.<br />
<br />
In contrast, the hitwoman's gaze was cold as she kept speaking. "Well, it doesn't matter. That's enough information for me. You control zombies, and the enemies' zombie controllers are after you, right? So now you have to find corpses…"<br />
<br />
"B-But… I don't think <i>they</i> could've crossed the ocean carrying corpses… so they need to have gotten their corpses from somewhere. So if I can collect corpses before they do, I might be able to win… that's why I was looking for corpses… and that's when I found you. I thought for sure you'd know where I could find some."<br />
<br />
At the boy's words, the hitwoman only murmured, "Hmm."<br />
<br />
"...But you don't seem surprised."<br />
<br />
"Really?"<br />
<br />
"We've been carrying on a conversation just like normal. Do you not believe me at all?" The boy looked at her curiously.<br />
<br />
The hitwoman asked, her expression unchanging, "What about you? You don't look like you're scared at all. How do you have the nerve to confidently sit next to a hitman?"<br />
<br />
"Ahaha… right now… you're thinking about taking me to a place with no people and killing me, right?"<br />
<br />
His voice lowering, the boy gave a relaxed smile again and began to speak.<br />
<br />
"I told you, right? I can see the people around you. They've been looking at me desperately. Their faces are telling me to run away."<br />
<br />
"..."<br />
<br />
"That white-haired old man with the scar on his face is missing all the fingers on both hands. Miss, you tortured and killed him… that's horrible."<br />
<br />
A white-haired man with a scar on his face.<br />
<br />
The hitwoman remembered him. Most likely, that was the leader of the Marubatsu-gumi, who she had killed the other day.<br />
<br />
But the hitwoman wasn't bothered. Whether he was there or not, as long as she couldn't feel the heat from his body, he might as well be empty air.<br />
<br />
"Well, it doesn't matter. We'll reach my disposal grounds soon. Do you really want those as your last words?"<br />
<br />
"...huh!? You're not surprised!?"<br />
<br />
As he looked at the hitwoman, who was completely unmoved, the boy was the one who became uneasy.<br />
<br />
"Ha, w-well, so you still don't believe me! I really am a sorchemist!"<br />
<br />
<i>'Whether you are or not, you said yourself that you were the one who made up that word.'</i><br />
<br />
She thought so to herself, but she also figured that the boy would just say more about spirits and the like, so she refrained from arguing rudely.<br />
<br />
"Well, but… it doesn't matter to me. In fact, I think it would be much more peacefully resolved if I kill you before I get dragged into your fight with these necromancers," the hitwoman said, smoothly and cruelly.<br />
<br />
The boy's relaxed expression completely vanished. "W-wa-wa-wa-wait, Miss! Listen to me!"<br />
<br />
"You're just going to join the ghosts hovering around me, right? Then I don't see the problem."<br />
<br />
At some point, the white car had become surrounded by deep woods. The woods around Sayama Lake and Tama Lake were so deep that it was easy to forget that there was a dome-shaped baseball stadium nearby.<br />
<br />
At some point, the car had left the paved road and entered a gravel path where the lights from town did not reach. All signs of human presence were extinguished.<br />
<br />
"I said wait! I knew I might be killed but I got in this car because I thought we could help each other!"<br />
<br />
"...We're about to reach my disposal grounds. I'll decide how to finish you once we--"<br />
<br />
The woman stared forward, her eyes cold, not listening to what the boy was saying--<br />
<br />
<br />
But she suddenly noticed something strange.<br />
<br />
<br />
The car ran down the gravel path.<br />
<br />
The leaves and branches of the forest blocked the moonlight. She could not see anything beyond the headlights of the car.<br />
<br />
In the corner of those headlights, she thought she saw the figure of a person<br />
<br />
<i>'What's that?'</i><br />
<br />
They couldn't be doing something like hunting mushrooms at this time and season. It was still too early in the day to be catching bugs, and there was no way anyone would be hunting stag beetles in the deep forest without a light.<br />
<br />
The hitwoman looked in the rearview mirror to determine what it was. But the only source of light behind the car were the taillamps, which weren't of much use. There was only a silent, unending darkness.<br />
<br />
And when she returned her gaze to looking ahead--<br />
<br />
<br />
There were several human figures standing in her way.<br />
<br />
<br />
They weren't moving quickly -- but those figures emerged from the forest and walked into the gravel path without hesitation, and she didn't have time to evade--<br />
<br />
A collision.<br />
<br />
It could only be described as a head-on collision.<br />
<br />
The shock was less than she'd expected, and one of the figures that had been sent flying rolled onto the car hood and hit the windshield face-first.<br />
<br />
<i>Smush.</i><br />
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<br />
The sound was probably similar to that of a garbage bag full of kitchen waste falling from the roof of an apartment building.<br />
<br />
In the moment that the hitwoman heard the sound, that was what she envisioned -- because what she had hit looked something like kitchen waste.<br />
<br />
When human bodies rotted, over time, they began to ooze a surprising amount of putrified fluid. The scene that enfolded in front of her only backed up that fact.<br />
<br />
It was a husk of bloodless, purple-white flesh that had clearly ceased to live. When they collided, it had <i>smashed and splattered</i> all over the glass.<br />
<br />
It was a gruesome reminder that humans were 70% water, but it would be difficult to call such a thing human.<br />
<br />
Eyeballs with clouded pupils popped out and caught the hitwoman's gaze. The eyeballs rolled across the hood, most likely already incapable of sight. At the same time, the body that had crashed into the glass rolled off to the side of the car.<br />
<br />
"..."<br />
<br />
The hitwoman was about to turn off the car engine, but instead she stepped harder on the gas and fled the scene.<br />
<br />
<i>'Stay cool.'</i><br />
<br />
She'd felt a shock, but she did not scream. She held back her voice and suppressed her uneasiness inside herself.<br />
<br />
And then, when she turned on her high beams -- again, she didn't scream.<br />
<br />
That was because she had somewhat been able to predict what she would see.<br />
<br />
They were in the deep woods some distance away from the promenade by the lakeshore. Between the close-growing trees--<br />
<br />
She saw numerous human figures moving jerkily like clockwork dolls.<br />
<br />
Even seeing them from far away, she knew very well what they were.<br />
<br />
<i>'That's not how living people move.'</i><br />
<br />
The hitwoman's expression clouded slightly. In the passenger seat, the boy shrugged and whispered, "We're… too late."<br />
<br />
He looked at the hitwoman with eyes that were half despairing and half cynical. He shook his head, and in a self-deprecating voice, said, "It looks like you're already completely involved, Miss… I'm sorry."<br />
<br />
"...So those are zombies. They look just like in the movies."<br />
<br />
"If only this were a movie."<br />
<br />
At his sarcastic response, the hitwoman gave a very slight, masochistic smile. But the boy was too tense for even that.<br />
<br />
"If only… if only I had corpses…"<br />
<br />
The boy ground his teeth and spoke as if to himself as he watched the situation outside the window.<br />
<br />
The energy had left the sorchemist's eyes. In answer, the hitwoman also muttered as if to herself. "So if you had corpses… that would be fine?"<br />
<br />
"Huh…?" His voice had regained a little of its energy.<br />
<br />
Her face as expressionless as always, the hitwoman spoke to the boy.<br />
<br />
<br />
"If you had corpses… you could go up against this ridiculous group?"<br />
<br />
<br />
As she spoke, she slowly decreased their speed. At that moment, a single "corpse" appeared beside them and latched on to the side mirror of the speeding car.<br />
<br />
"Ahhhh! Miss, w-we have to throw it off!" the boy screamed without thinking. Instead, the hitwoman slowed down even more and pushed the button to lower the driver's side window.<br />
<br />
The window opened with an electronic buzz. Noticing this, the zombie turned its face toward them. Its legs dragged along the ground as it clung to the car with the strength of its arms.<br />
<br />
Compared to the one they had hit before, it didn't seem to have decomposed as much. It didn't look as if its arms would come off. It looked to be a man in its fifties, but its clothes stood out more than its age.<br />
<br />
Seeing that it wore sleepclothes often seen in hospitals, the woman remembered one of the topics that had been all over the news lately.<br />
<br />
"Serial disappearances of bodies from morgues and coroners' offices"<br />
<br />
Doors opened from the inside.<br />
<br />
Fingerprints from the victims themselves.<br />
<br />
Culprits acting with unknown motives.<br />
<br />
The mystery had been on the news all across the country.<br />
<br />
<i>'I see.'</i><br />
<br />
At the very least, it seemed like their enemy hadn't done something stupid like search through graves. They were by far more intelligent than the boy.<br />
<br />
With that figured out, the hitwoman decided to try one more thing--<br />
<br />
She reached toward the corpse's face through the open window.<br />
<br />
The zombie tried to bite her, but the woman was faster, and her hand reached for the corpse's temple. Her hand gripped the corpse's head, and her thumb sunk into its eye socket.<br />
<br />
<i>Squish.</i><br />
<br />
She'd thought the corpse wouldn't feel pain, but the corpse's face obviously twisted. It let go of its grip on the mirror and fell, swallowed by the dark night.<br />
<br />
She was no longer paying any attention to the corpse. Instead, she looked at her right hand, where a little bit of decomposing flesh still clung--<br />
<br />
And the hitwoman murmured calmly, "It's cold."<br />
<br />
Then, looking happy, she confirmed what she'd just felt. It had a chilly feeling, similar to the sensation of gripping sliced horse meat. It was wriggling slightly; there was no doubt that the cold feeling was from a lump of flesh.<br />
<br />
"So I was right."<br />
<br />
Then the hitwoman chuckled and smiled like a child. She turned to the boy, who was watching her with confusion.<br />
<br />
"I'll give all the corpses to you. So… take this ridiculous situation--"<br />
<br />
Her expressionless eyes had taken on a slight twinkle, and the hitwoman murmured in a calm voice.<br />
<br />
<br />
"--and turn it into my dream world."<br />
<br />
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<br />
<i>Several minutes later</i><br />
<br />
The two of them had left the car and were proceeding through the forest, avoiding the zombies' notice.<br />
<br />
While he checked that there were no zombies nearby, the boy bitterly gave voice to the words that had been running through his mind.<br />
<br />
"They… suddenly appeared one day and used that group of corpses to kill my foster family..."<br />
<br />
"Why did that… necromancer… attack you?"<br />
<br />
Had they claimed it was punishment for going against nature? But in that case, both sides would be guilty…<br />
<br />
While the woman pondered that, the boy shamelessly told her the reason they'd started killing each other.<br />
<br />
"We'd joined up with terrorists to turn corpses into weapons, and they probably thought we would be trouble. As people in the same line of work… they were trying to steal our share of the profit!"<br />
<br />
"In any case, now I know there's no good or evil in this war of yours."<br />
<br />
"? Why? They killed my friends, even though they hadn't done anything wrong. Obviously we're good and they're the ones who are evil!"<br />
<br />
The boy's eyes shone as he spoke, and hitwoman shook her head, clearly at a loss.<br />
<br />
"...You've really got some double standards there. If your research had been given over to terrorists, don't you think countless people would've died?"<br />
<br />
"That's got nothing to do with me. Zombies are just a tool, you know? Even if the terrorists had used zombies for mass murder, it's the people who use them who are bad. So we didn't do anything wrong."<br />
<br />
"...Well, a hitman like me isn't really in a position to talk about right and wrong. Maybe I'll leave your education to someone else."<br />
<br />
"And if the terrorists killed lots of people with the zombies, there would be even more corpses, and we would be able to do even more research. Actually, we were working for the good of the world and the good of humanity!!"<br />
<br />
"Sorry. Shut up before I hit you."<br />
<br />
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<br />
<i>Ten minutes later</i><br />
<br />
The two of them walked in silence until they finally reached a row of run-down houses.<br />
<br />
They might originally have been some sort of work cabin. Deep in the woods was a row of several buildings that had been prefabricated for convenience. That was the hitwoman's "dumping ground."<br />
<br />
The group of corpses hadn't yet chased them this far, so the two of them took a momentary breather.<br />
<br />
Standing in front of those prefabricated buildings, the boy calmly began to explain their enemy.<br />
<br />
"We can't rely on the police. They can easily conceal the corpses deep beneath the ground at will… then all that's left is the body."<br />
<br />
"...They really are just like in movies and comics."<br />
<br />
"They're really terrible. They tempt back souls that died peacefully and turn them into zombies to order around… what do they think human souls are?"<br />
<br />
"..."<br />
<br />
The hitwoman looked exasperated at the boy's words.<br />
<br />
"That's right… I think you're different from those necromancers."<br />
<br />
"?"<br />
<br />
"Instead of movies or comics, you're more like something out of a game."<br />
<br />
"I don't get it."<br />
<br />
The boy tilted his head. Next to him, the hitwoman smiled.<br />
<br />
That was because in front of them--<br />
<br />
"Wooooooooooooo…"<br />
<br />
There were six dead people without body heat. No, right now, the things that stood before them weren't even people; they were completely devoid of any sort of existence. All they were doing was standing in a line with their backs to the prefabricated buildings and moaning.<br />
<br />
Their skin was colored with rot and their eyeballs were tinted with green. Putrified liquid was oozing from their bodies and an unspeakable stench hung about them, but unlike the zombie they had earlier hit with the car, there was resilience to their skin and their movements were fast and smooth.<br />
<br />
They had only just started to decompose. In other words, this group had died very recently.<br />
<br />
The dark earth of the forest was stuck to their bodies, indicating that they had arisen from within the ground.<br />
<br />
<i>'Though they actually did come out from the earth.'</i><br />
<br />
When she'd led the boy to the place where the bodies were buried, he had taken a bottle out of the bag in his hand.<br />
<br />
That was all.<br />
<br />
He had taken off the cap and spilled the green, viscous liquid inside onto the earth. With that, his work was done.<br />
<br />
The boy had explained, "So this slime mold… it seeks out the source of a rotting smell. Its future host, I mean."<br />
<br />
Even if the liquid was some kind of mold, it acted with truly absurd speed, disappearing into the surface of the earth many times faster than water soaking into dirt.<br />
<br />
And then, after a scant few minutes--<br />
<br />
Little by little, the surface of the earth began to move, and a man's left arm forcefully broke through.<br />
<br />
That fingerless body was none other than that of the man the hitwoman had killed and buried.<br />
<br />
<br />
<i>'From now on… I'll bury them deeper just in case they come back.'</i><br />
<br />
It was not enjoyable watching the people she had killed and buried behind the prefabricated buildings rise again. The proof that she was a murderer was re-emerging one after another. But the fact that she couldn't feel any heat from their bodies was the happiest part of the whole matter.<br />
<br />
<br />
"There were only six corpses we could use… but with this, we can fight back!"<br />
<br />
"Are you going to work them hard?" the hitwoman asked sarcastically.<br />
<br />
The boy looked mystified as he spoke. "Huh? There aren't human souls in these corpses, so it's fine. Don't lump us in with those necromancers."<br />
<br />
"I'm glad I'm not religious."<br />
<br />
"Get it? They're absolutely horrible witches, you know! When they used zombies to kill the people who raised me, I immediately tried to use this drug on my family… but before I could, they… they turned my dead family into zombies and made them attack me! It was terrible… using people who used to be my friends to kill me…!"<br />
<br />
"I think you're really something too, immediately trying to turn people who were family to you into zombies…"<br />
<br />
"Why? If they die, they're not human anymore. They're just 'things,' right? They're best used as weapons to help the people who are still alive."<br />
<br />
There was no point in discussing further. The hitwoman didn't reply, instead turning to look around at their surroundings.<br />
<br />
<br />
<i>'Allies without body heat, huh.'</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>'My dream has come true.'</i><br />
<br />
<br />
The things standing in front of her were no longer living nor dead. They were nothing more than "allies." But the boy standing next to her seemed to think of them simply as "tools." As she thought over this, the hitwoman quietly waited for her chance.<br />
<br />
The boy took her silence as agreement and turned to look on his creations with satisfaction.<br />
<br />
"Okay… with this, we might be able to get them."<br />
<br />
"...right."<br />
<br />
Smiling for their own different reasons, the boy and the hitwoman continued to chat.<br />
<br />
"Their brain cells have been reorganized, so they have about the same level of intelligence as a dog. ...So they'll be damaged if you crush their heads."<br />
<br />
"How do they know we're their masters?"<br />
<br />
They boy answered her question carelessly. "Like I said before… I meddled with their brains and other stuff. Part of that was to be able to order these 'things' around. So it's not like these things recognize allies and enemies… they can only really tell the difference between their prey and everything else."<br />
<br />
"Not allies and enemies, but prey and everything else… I see, they're pretty simple."<br />
<br />
She nodded slightly and returned to looking at the "things" in front of her. They had their backs to her, but those moaning, trembling figures looked just like specters that knew only hunger.<br />
<br />
"These… huh? Are these the kind that will infect you if they bite you?"<br />
<br />
"If they bite you… well, only if you die. They were made so they won't beat a living human's immune system."<br />
<br />
<i>'It's more and more like in movies and games.'</i><br />
<br />
What would happen if these things were let loose in the city? She imagined all the body heat disappearing from the area, turning it into a city of zombies, and thought to herself that that might -- no, that <b>would definitely be good</b>.<br />
<br />
At that moment, a commotion suddenly arose in the forest.<br />
<br />
The lights outside the prefabricated buildings had already been extinguished. There were no trees above them; the moonlight made this place look exceptionally bright when compared to the rest of the forest.<br />
<br />
A slowly swaying figure appeared, clearly facing toward them and approaching with irregular movements.<br />
<br />
<i>Rustle.</i> The darkness writhed again, and another body moved within it.<br />
<br />
<i>Rustle.</i><br />
<br />
Another one.<br />
<br />
<i>Rustle.</i><br />
<br />
Another.<br />
<br />
<i>Rustle, rustle.</i><br />
<br />
Before they knew it, the leaderless, writhing group had surrounded the buildings.<br />
<br />
As she watched the zombies slowly but surely grow closer, a ridiculous thought crossed the hitwoman's mind.<br />
<br />
<i>'Oh, it's scary to have something suddenly jump out at you from the shadows… but having them coming at you slowly like this is pretty terrible too.'</i><br />
<br />
She remembered the terror she'd felt when she'd watched the famous story of a woman emerging from a well on TV. The hitwoman looked on as the scene unfolded, as if it was happening to someone else.<br />
<br />
She'd thought of setting fire to the forest, but she wasn't sure if they could somehow manage to survive it. If she'd done so, their situation would also have become completely public.<br />
<br />
<i>'Zombies are frightening, but the police and yakuza are too.'</i><br />
<br />
In that case, she might as well leave it to the boy for now. The hitwoman leaned against the wall of one of the buildings and silently continued to wait as they approached.<br />
<br />
<br />
The ring of zombies constricted, and the moment they were swarmed--<br />
<br />
The boy smiled brightly, and simultaneously, the six "things" began to move.<br />
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<br />
It was an absolutely appalling sight.<br />
<br />
The living dead and the dead living were fearlessly devouring each other. It wasn't a question of which was which, just… just that disgusting things were struggling and jostling against disgusting things, scattering rotted meat and putrified fluid, destroying each other's bodies, and eating each other.<br />
<br />
<br />
When she'd watched zombie movies, the hitwoman had wondered why the zombies hadn't eaten each other.<br />
<br />
Now she knew why.<br />
<br />
It would be extremely difficult to translate what she was seeing now into a picture on screen. That was what she decided.<br />
<br />
At the same time, she thought of fights between giant hornets and Japanese honeybees. The brutally violent hornet would attack the honeybees' nest. The honeybees would surround the hornet in a group, raising its body heat so it overheated and died.<br />
<br />
It was just like the nimble virus zombies were the hornets, and the shuffling necromancer zombies trying to overwhelm them were the honeybees.<br />
<br />
If they'd been planning to overcome them with their body heat, she would have wanted to douse them all with gasoline and set them ablaze right now. But luckily, she couldn't feel body heat from either of the types of the zombies--<br />
<br />
Instead, there was rotting debris that continued to scatter before her eyes.<br />
<br />
Occasionally, one of the zombies would separate from the feasting group and start heading towards herself and the boy, but destroying a rotting body was ridiculously easy even with her physique. She grabbed a shovel that she'd left here to dig holes and brandished it forcefully. The slow-moving bit of rot couldn't get past the shovel, and its head was sent flying like a golf ball from a tee.<br />
<br />
As she watched the corpse collapse, its wriggling slowly coming to a stop, the woman murmured to herself, "Shovels sure are useful. They're good for stabbing, hitting, and burying."<br />
<br />
"Miss… that's pretty scary." The boy next to her spoke in a purposely fearful voice as he looked at her cheerful smile.<br />
<br />
Ignoring the boy, the woman thought to herself. <i>'The scary thing about zombies really is their number.'</i><br />
<br />
Putting aside the zombie she had seen just a little while ago, the one that ran at full speed like something out of a movie, the zombies moved so slowly that she didn't think she'd lose against them in a one-against-one fight. But if all the zombies here were to attack her at once, there would be no way for her to stand against them with anything short of a mounted machine gun.<br />
<br />
<i>'If they had any will of their own left, they'd be a real pain.'</i><br />
<br />
They were unable to move their bodies the way they wanted. What would they think as they attacked still-living humans? They clearly didn’t move like carnivores, so why did zombies in the movies try to eat everything?<br />
<br />
But in movies, they preyed on humans. They could have just tamely eaten grass. Was it because they resented living people? It didn’t look like they still had the intelligence for that.<br />
<br />
<i>‘They look weak, but in those numbers, they can be considered predators...’</i><br />
<br />
Having thought that far, the woman remembered a certain creature.<br />
<br />
“Oh, like driver ants."<br />
<br />
“Huh? Miss, that came out of nowhere!?”<br />
<br />
“Mm... no, it’s nothing.”<br />
<br />
When the boy spoke, she glanced at him. He was keeping an eye on the feasting, even as he restlessly looked around the area.<br />
<br />
The hitwoman spoke to him indifferently about how to handle the queen of the driver ants.<br />
<br />
"So, what do we do now?"<br />
<br />
"Hm… if the zombies are completely destroyed and the ghosts become completely detached… I thought maybe they would return to the sorcerer…"<br />
<br />
"How does it look?"<br />
<br />
"...It's no good. When they're separated from their corpses, they're all going in different directions."<br />
<br />
The boy looked for the necromancer as he spoke. The woman watched him and continued where her earlier thoughts had left off.<br />
<br />
<i>'Putting aside the movies, the zombies that the necromancer puts those souls into… I guess they would hate and resent humans and attack them…'</i><br />
<br />
In that case, how would they feel about the zombies that moved because of the virus?<br />
<br />
They weren't alive and didn't even count as living things, but they both had similar existences. They didn't have souls but continued to squirm… what would the zombies think as they continued to feast on the same sort of beings?<br />
<br />
The living dead ate the dead living, and the dead living ate the living dead, and both sides returned to being dead and returned to the earth.<br />
<br />
It was a completely meaningless slaughter.<br />
<br />
<i>'Ahh… so lukewarm.'</i><br />
<br />
From the very beginning, she hadn't felt fear; now, she was beginning to grow more and more irritated. Trying to suppress that feeling, she asked the boy what they would do next.<br />
<br />
"If you find them, how will you defeat them? Could you kill them in a normal way, like by strangling them?"<br />
<br />
"I don't know… I've never tried it… To tell the truth, I don't even know if they're human."<br />
<br />
"Oh, that makes sense."<br />
<br />
"Ah, but if I steal their 'ring'..."<br />
<br />
At the boy's words, the woman's brow only furrowed and she shot him a glance. Her eyes asked what ring he was referring to. The boy looked back at the hitwoman and said, "That necromancer controls the zombies with a ring they always wear on their right hand. ...It seems like they're able to give more precise orders than I am."<br />
<br />
"Like… a magic wand?"<br />
<br />
"Right. So if I can take that ring… maybe we can use it to make the zombies listen to what we say."<br />
<br />
"Sorcerers are tied to using objects just like humans, huh?"<br />
<br />
<i>'Ahh, they really are lukewarm.'</i><br />
<br />
As she thought that, she wondered how they were going to figure out where the necromancer was -- but then the boy suddenly spoke.<br />
<br />
"Oh… I get it."<br />
<br />
"?"<br />
<br />
The boy's voice was calm, but his expression was troubled.<br />
<br />
At the same time, the strongest smell of rot reached the hitwoman's nostrils. Wondering what it was, she turned to look.<br />
<br />
Something strange was happening beneath the boy's feet.<br />
<br />
The boy's feet were <b>caught firmly by hands the same color as the earth that were growing up out of the soft dirt</b> -- and little by little, they were pulling him into the ground.<br />
<br />
The boy's feet were slowly, slowly sinking into the soil made soft by the fluid dripping from the corpses. Another two arms bloomed out of the sudden bottomless swamp, grasping the cuffs of the boy's pants and slowly returning into the earth.<br />
<br />
"I don't know how they're moving through the ground…"<br />
<br />
His expression was clearly fearful, but the boy continued to break down his current situation calmly. "The zombies can quickly hide themselves underground… which means they can quickly come out of the ground…"<br />
<br />
The moment the boy whispered that--<br />
<br />
The woman felt her own legs being seized by something.<br />
<br />
When she looked down at her feet, there was nothing there but a rotting arm.<br />
<br />
"..."<br />
<br />
The situation was desperate. However--<br />
<br />
Even then, the woman's expression did not change.<br />
<br />
Her right ankle still in that grip, she took a step back, using the recoil to spin around quickly.<br />
<br />
<i>Pop, crack, squish, splish</i><br />
<br />
Unpleasant sounds began to emanate from the ground, but the grip on her ankle did not cease. However, halfway through it became easier to turn, and without hesitation, the hitwoman spun around again.<br />
<br />
When she did, the unpleasant sounds came to a complete stop, and the grip on her ankle loosened at the same time. The rotting fingers were twisted in all directions, and white bone was visible through the discolored purple and red flesh.<br />
<br />
The hitwoman lifted her leg, and only the zombie's arm emerged from the ground. Momentum took over and it flew through the air.<br />
<br />
The movement was similar to sending a shoe flying through the air while saying "Let tomorrow be sunny," but what fell from the sky was a mixture of blood, putrified liquid, and fragments of flesh. [2]<br />
<br />
"Must be pretty tough to not feel pain."<br />
<br />
Normally, as she turned, they would reach their limit, let go, and seize hold again. But the corpses couldn't feel pain and so didn't notice, and their hands continued to hold on until their arms were destroyed. The joints of the rotted body were shredded more easily than the bones of a chicken wing.<br />
<br />
The hitwoman was faintly disgusted by the lingering smell of rot on her pants, but besides that, she showed no hesitation. Instead she turned her gaze to the boy, who was buried up to his knees and couldn't shake himself free like she had.<br />
<br />
"...You okay?"<br />
<br />
Even though the boy's legs were buried in the earth, the hitwoman remained extremely calm.<br />
<br />
It wasn't as if they had been on good terms to begin with. They were more like casual acquaintances. But if he died, she didn't know what would happen to her, so she spoke and reached out to him. But the boy's legs were more firmly trapped in the earth than she had thought, and he instead sank deeper and deeper into the ground.<br />
<br />
He was clearly not okay, but the boy put on a falsely confident face and said, "I'll… be fine. Even if I get buried underground, I'll figure something out soon enough… so before then, we have to figure out how to take out the necromancer..."<br />
<br />
His lower body was already buried. The boy's expression showed his anguish, but he was exceedingly calm as he continued to speak. "I'd like… to hire you. I can handle the zombies somehow… but I don't have any techniques to kill the necromancer, a human."<br />
<br />
"..."<br />
<br />
"With this many zombies… they're definitely close by. They'll be in the center of the area where the zombies are."<br />
<br />
The boy opened his bag as he spoke. He took out a paper bag and threw it to the hitwoman, straining his body even as he was being buried.<br />
<br />
“So please, please… they're not just going to ignore you, Miss. So you have to… you have to…”<br />
<br />
And then his head disappeared.<br />
<br />
“Oh... ohhh...”<br />
<br />
For a few seconds, she heard moaning coming from the ground. Eventually, even that faded away.<br />
<br />
The hitwoman stood silent for a while. Then, keeping an eye out to make sure no zombies were approaching, she peered inside the paper bag and found that it contained a large amount of cash.<br />
<br />
Her expression changed as she made her decision. Without wasting a single movement, she ran towards one of the prefabricated buildings.<br />
<br />
She avoided the group of zombies still eating each other, nimbly unlocking the door and rolling inside.<br />
<br />
Not to hide--<br />
<br />
But to prepare a weapon to fight against that "necromancer."<br />
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<i>'Ah… it's lukewarm…</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>'I feel my own body heat.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>'Ugh… gross…'</i><br />
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<br />
<i>Ten minutes later</i><br />
<br />
The woman emerged from the building with a sharp knife in her left hand and a small rapid-fire bow gun in her right hand.<br />
<br />
She looked somewhat unlike a hitman, but the hitwoman did not keep guns or anything similar prepared in the cabin.<br />
<br />
Without a word, the woman began to run into the forest.<br />
<br />
The zombies were still continuing to eat each other. She spared them only a single glance and then set them aside, running through the dark forest.<br />
<br />
Ignoring the theory that humans instinctively feared the dark, she ran through the darkness between the trees without hesitation, relying only on the faint starlight. She turned her head this way and that as if searching for something, her eyes gleaming with determination.<br />
<br />
After she'd been running for only a minute or two--<br />
<br />
She heard the voice of the target she'd been looking for.<br />
<br />
"Are you searching for me? Or, perhaps, for a path that will lead you out of this forest alive?"<br />
<br />
"..."<br />
<br />
She halted without a word, peering around the darkness from underneath her white hat.<br />
<br />
The voice's owner slowly appeared, illuminated by the moonlight.<br />
<br />
The moonlight shone on the top of her head from between a break in the trees. It was as if she had been directed to select the brighter place from which to stand and speak.<br />
<br />
"Whichever is the case, you are headed to the same place in the end."<br />
<br />
Flanked by several attendant zombies, the girl was still young enough to be considered a child.<br />
<br />
Dark skin and black hair.<br />
<br />
There was some sort of decoration wrapped around her face, like a scarf or chains, hiding her expression completely. Her clothing was also clearly different from the norm in Japan; she was clad in what looked to be a ritual religious costume from Central or South America. In her own way, she carried a peculiar air different from that of the zombies, turning the everyday atmosphere into something out of a movie.<br />
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<br />
<br />
"It is a pleasure to meet you, pitiable lady."<br />
<br />
As the girl of unknown origin spoke in surprisingly fluent Japanese, she executed a polite bow--<br />
<br />
And murmured with a cruel smile.<br />
<br />
"And now, farewell. No… if we consider that you will be controlled by me after your passing, perhaps it would be better to say 'I look forward to our continued acquaintance'?"<br />
<br />
Before she had even finished speaking, the woman kicked off the ground, launching herself at the girl without hesitation.<br />
<br />
"My, such a hasty person."<br />
<br />
The girl chuckled and raised her hand above her head. As if that was a signal, the zombies began to move.<br />
<br />
Rotting body fluids dripped from them every time they moved, and a nauseating stench permeated the forest.<br />
<br />
The group moved slowly but purposefully, blocking the woman's way.<br />
<br />
In that instant, a knife pierced into a zombie's face.<br />
<br />
Without an ounce of hesitation, without even any fear, the woman shoved the tip of the knife into the zombie's eye socket and sliced into its brain.<br />
<br />
Breathing heavily, she raised the rapid-fire bowgun in her other hand and shot the approaching zombies.<br />
<br />
She fired one shot, and then another, and another, and ran out of arrows just when the zombies' faces were completely destroyed, but even so, she didn't let go of the bowgun. She pulled the knife in her right hand out from the twitching zombie, using the momentum to spin around. The centrifugal force of the bowgun smashed the temple of the next zombie.<br />
<br />
Though the bowgun wasn't by nature a blunt force weapon, the skin and bones, brittle with decomposition, smashed from the blow with a sound like an egg cracking.<br />
<br />
The zombies with destroyed heads lost their balance and collapsed like wax dolls, twitching and scattering small bits of flesh and putrified fluid.<br />
<br />
Seeing how her attendant zombies had been dispatched in an instant, the girl's brow furrowed with displeasure, and she grudgingly praised the woman.<br />
<br />
"...I see. So you are quite skilled. It's true that the zombies' movements are inferior to that of humans, but to think you would be able to destroy such 'monsters' without a moment of hesitation. ...It makes me want your soul even more."<br />
<br />
The necromancer smiled like a child who had found a sweet, lifted high the hand that wore a ring made from a strange material, and called out.<br />
<br />
"⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫"<br />
<br />
It was a strange language composed of sounds a human shouldn't have been able to make. When she finished, a commotion erupted from the previously silent forest once again.<br />
<br />
This time -- the commotion literally came from the forest.<br />
<br />
"However… did you know?"<br />
<br />
The girl smiled, and a gust of wind blew around the two of them.<br />
<br />
"Humans are not the only beings that leave behind ghosts."<br />
<br />
Before the girl had finished speaking, the woman noticed that her body wasn't moving.<br />
<br />
Glancing down, she saw that she was being pierced by countless small objects. They were the sharp, pointed ends of tree branches.<br />
<br />
When she looked around, the short trees were bending abnormally, pointing at her threateningly and shaking.<br />
<br />
What she had thought was a natural wind was the movement of air as all the trees' leaves moved at once. The plants moved with such speed that it sent her bowgun flying, and the woman's body was stabbed by countless branches -- and then, so forcefully it seemed they would cut right through, they squeezed around her.<br />
<br />
"Ah… aaaaaaaaaah!"<br />
<br />
The woman screamed for the first time. In response, the nectromancer laughed with satisfaction and spoke as if to herself.<br />
<br />
"Victory… is mine."<br />
<br />
And then, the moment the necromancer's relaxed smile returned, the woman stabbed her arms and legs with the knife in her right hand, slashing through the plants' branches along with her own flesh.<br />
<br />
<i>Slish, slish, slish.</i> Over and over, she mangled her own body far more than was needed, her eyes never once leaving the necromancer.<br />
<br />
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"<br />
<br />
<br />
"Eh…"<br />
<br />
At the strange behavior of the woman before her, the young necromancer took a step back.<br />
<br />
"You're… you're quite persistent… Do you not feel pain!?"<br />
<br />
The necromancer should have felt quite secure. Instead, for the first time, her expression started to become uneasy.<br />
<br />
Without flinching from the pain, her movements warped by the damage to her muscles and tendons, the woman leapt like a beast.<br />
<br />
"Eek… noooo!?"<br />
<br />
The necromancer's small body was knocked over and pinned down, and a blood-covered hand reached for the ring she wore on her outstretched right hand.<br />
<br />
"S-Stop…"<br />
<br />
The woman tried to grab the ring, but she seemed to grow irritated when she couldn't take it. Forgetting the knife she still held in her right hand, she tried to bite off the necromancer's finger.<br />
<br />
Her actions were just like the zombies'. The necromancer tried her utmost to resist, but she was completely helpless and couldn't move freely. Even if she called for the zombies that were closest to her, she didn't know if they would make it in time.<br />
<br />
"St…"<br />
<br />
The moment her finger was brought to the woman's mouth -- her body suddenly seemed to grow lighter.<br />
<br />
The woman had been pinning her down, but now her movements suddenly stopped. All at once, the necromancer saw the bloodlust disappear from her eyes.<br />
<br />
When she looked, a single zombie was standing behind the woman, its right hand piercing the woman's back.<br />
<br />
That zombie had not been summoned by the girl necromancer.<br />
<br />
It was the corpse of a man with white in his hair, who had been tortured and lost his fingers. He had stabbed into the woman's back with the sharp fragments of bone protruding from his hands.<br />
<br />
In other words, it was one of the zombies the boy sorchemist had summoned earlier… and the girl necromancer had been saved by it.<br />
<br />
The girl looked thoroughly relieved and began to creep out from beneath the unmoving woman.<br />
<br />
"...I did not request your assistance."<br />
<br />
She whispered to the one standing behind the zombie.<br />
<br />
"But I will offer my gratitude. ...You were a great help ."<br />
<br />
In response, the goggles-wearing boy smiled softly and offered his hand to the girl.<br />
<br />
"...Can you stand?"<br />
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<br />
"...Wonder if she's dead?"<br />
<br />
"It's difficult to say. Her soul has not yet departed, so I believe she yet lingers but is unable to move."<br />
<br />
The boy and girl talked, their hands still linked as they faced the woman with the white hat who lay collapsed on the ground.<br />
<br />
They spoke openly and frankly; to an outsider, their conversation was just like that of two children who got along well.<br />
<br />
"Well then, <b>we'll say I won today's game, right?</b>"<br />
<br />
"...I have no intention of admitting defeat. ...However, in thanks for saving me, I will concede to you for today."<br />
<br />
"Thanks. Then, <b>as we agreed</b>… I'll get Miss's corpse."<br />
<br />
"...I admit I am interested as well. Please allow me to borrow it later."<br />
<br />
As the girl spoke, she took off the decoration wrapped around her face. Underneath the wrapped cloth was the face of an Asian girl. Her dark skin was nothing more than a suntan.<br />
<br />
"Though this costume is to make the game more enjoyable, I cannot walk through town in these clothes. It's rather difficult."<br />
<br />
"Sorry about that. Next time I'll play the necromancer… so then you can be the sorchemist."<br />
<br />
"...I look forward to it. Well, we do not know when the next game will be. I did not anticipate such danger in this first game…"<br />
<br />
"You're right. We'll have to be more careful next time."<br />
<br />
The boy and girl smiled as they talked -- but suddenly, they noticed the woman's fingers were moving as she lay at their feet. Rather than going into rigor mortis, it was as if she was trying to crawl after something.<br />
<br />
Seeing that, the boy laughed happily and spoke to the woman.<br />
<br />
"Miss… I'll tell you everything."<br />
<br />
The boy smiled cruelly, in a different way than when he'd been speaking to the girl, and slowly began to give the explanation that would allow her to rest in peace.<br />
<br />
"You went to the cemetary by chance, and I was there by chance, and you were dragged in by chance, and the enemy attacked that night by chance… didn't you think it was too much to be a coincidence?"<br />
<br />
The boy spoke with real joy as he stood in the moonlight.<br />
<br />
"Right, it wasn't coincidence. It was inevitable. The part where you got dragged in too."<br />
<br />
The boy's eyes sparkled behind their goggles, reveling in the excitement and catharsis of revealing the setup of their.<br />
<br />
"We're not necromancers or sorchemists. Taoists might be the closest thing… but actually we're pretty far away, more like mediums who are followers of the followers. The goggles are fake too. We went through training so we would be able to see spirits and we've always been able to manipulate corpses."<br />
<br />
The woman moaned quietly, but the boy ignored her, focusing only on showering her with his words.<br />
<br />
"You might think of it as a theater play. Well, it's just something we put on to make a boring game more interesting. But in the end, we chose this field of study to make it real. We can summon lots of different kinds of zombies, so it's gotten pretty fun."<br />
<br />
As if to continue the boy's story, the girl opened her mouth, her words still polite.<br />
<br />
"We've been unable to secure many corpses ever since we came to Japan, and so we whiled away our days in boredom. And so we chose to make a game of it. We would obtain higher quality 'base materials' and make excellent resurrected corpses that would be able to pass in human society."<br />
<br />
"And to celebrate our very first game… you were the guest and the prize, Miss."<br />
<br />
The boy shrugged as he spoke, and the girl continued mockingly.<br />
<br />
"If we had your body and past, as well as your soul, loaded as it is with skills and experience, we would easily be able to obtain the bodies we desire."<br />
<br />
"We've been looking into lots of things ever since we got here. Like lots of different hitmen. And then we heard you were good, Miss… we thought it would be good to use your body and the knowledge engraved in your soul, so we learned everything we could about you."<br />
<br />
She would continue her job as a hitwoman, and they would control her body as an experiment in making more zombies.<br />
<br />
As they explained their cruel reasoning, the boy and girl smiled jeeringly at the woman.<br />
<br />
The zombies around them had already returned to the earth, and quiet had returned to the forest.<br />
<br />
The chlidren were the only ones to break the silence, and they laughed happily as they looked down at the body of the woman with the white hat.<br />
<br />
"There's no way we wouldn't know that Japan cremates bodies. ...We had you dancing in our palms from the very beginning. Just as we'd planned."<br />
<br />
The boy and girl returned to their own conversation once again, putting aside the faintly groaning woman, as if they'd finished what they'd meant to say.<br />
<br />
"Even so… that was horrible. You told her of my ring, did you not? She came straight for me, trying to steal my ring. Is that not a violation of the rules?"<br />
<br />
The girl eyed him critically, and the boy looked startled, waving his hands as he made excuses.<br />
<br />
"Sorry. Her soul was more interesting than I expected. I wanted to win today no matter what."<br />
<br />
He apologized frankly for his wrongdoing and explained his strategy for assured victory.<br />
<br />
"If your ring had been stolen and she controlled you, I would've attacked her from behind. I thought she would let her guard down if she thought she controlled you."<br />
<br />
"My… then why did you save me before that?"<br />
<br />
"Well… because when I saw you being attacked… I acted on reflex. Sorry… or actually, I'm glad you weren't hurt."<br />
<br />
At his innocent words, the girl averted her gaze, looking down a little as she murmured, "...How foolish… honestly."<br />
<br />
<br />
If they had unchanged from before, both of their cheeks might have reddened -- but now, the color of their skin did not change.<br />
<br />
"Anyway, I'm glad she didn't bite off your finger."<br />
<br />
"Yes, if it had been severed, restoring it would be…" the girl muttered. She held out the hand with the ring, showing it to the boy, but at that moment--<br />
<br />
Her arm was grabbed by someone's hand. Fingers grasped her wrist, squeezing her slender arm more tightly than necessary.<br />
<br />
The person who had suddenly appeared took the girl's ring with an elegant movement before she could react.<br />
<br />
Perhaps it was because she was no longer on guard. The ring slid cleanly off the girl's finger and fell into the third party's hand.<br />
<br />
The moment passed. One, two seconds.<br />
<br />
The force traveled through the girl's cold skin and reached her brain, and the moment she realized there was danger, it was already all over.<br />
<br />
<br />
"Eek!?"<br />
<br />
"Huh…"<br />
<br />
Not understanding what had just happened, the two of them stared at the third person who had appeared out of the darkness.<br />
<br />
The woman who had emerged from the shadows murmured steadily, as if to herself.<br />
<br />
"Your hand… is pretty cold. And you don't blink."<br />
<br />
Then the rest of her words were clearly directed at the boy and girl.<br />
<br />
"I thought so. The two of you are already zombies, aren't you? From the looks of you, you don't seem to be breathing either."<br />
<br />
She'd sounded interested as she asked, but--<br />
<br />
The hitwoman's expression was as emotionless as always.<br />
<br />
<br />
For the boy and girl, it was as if time had stopped for a moment.<br />
<br />
They hadn't been able to do anything. All they could do was look back and forth between the woman clad in a white hat and jacket who had tumbled at their feet like a clockwork doll -- and the black-haired hitwoman wearing a black tank top, who had appeared from the darkness.<br />
<br />
"Huh… no way… huh?"<br />
<br />
The boy could see the ghosts circling the hitwoman. But they were no longer saying anything; they fluttered around the hitwoman with defeated expressions.<br />
<br />
The mouths of the two corpse puppeteers hung open. The hitwoman turned her gaze to the woman wearing the white hat.<br />
<br />
"That's today's target."<br />
<br />
"...huh?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, she's a bad-natured drug addict. She's perpetrated burglary and murder several times over in the search for drugs. The bereaved hired me to catch her before the police did. ...They told me to make her death as painful as possible."<br />
<br />
Then, for the first time, the boy listened to the moaning of the woman lying facedown on the ground. In a hoarse, broken voice, she repeated over and over, "The drug… please, the drug, I've got money. Money, drug, ple. Plea…"<br />
<br />
"I thought I'd start by trapping her in those prefabricated buildings and let her suffer from withdrawal, but… if there really was a coincidence today, it was that this woman was coincidentally in those buildings."<br />
<br />
"No… way."<br />
<br />
"I did have my doubts."<br />
<br />
The hitwoman steadily forced the truth upon the scared boy.<br />
<br />
"You can trace something as complicated as linguistic information, but somehow you didn't know that Japan cremates…"<br />
<br />
Shaking her head, the hitwoman fiddled with the ring in her left hand. In her right hand, she was clutching a large gun she'd pulled from her waist, pointing it at the girl's face with her finger on the trigger.<br />
<br />
"Oh, this is loaded with soft-point bullets. I think your face will splatter everywhere the moment it hits. …Be careful. If I get attacked by a tree or something, I'll probably shoot on reflex."<br />
<br />
"Ah…"<br />
<br />
Ensuring they couldn't act, the hitwoman continued speaking in an emotionless voice.<br />
<br />
"And then… there were many other things that were strange. Even if you could use ghosts to scout, you wouldn't have known to send corpses here to the forest before we arrived. And I don't know how you would give orders to bacteria, no matter how much you mess with a human's brains."<br />
<br />
"But you believed in zombies and ghosts…"<br />
<br />
"True, I might have been deceived if I allowed myself to be confused when you showed me the zombies. But when I thought about it calmly… like you were just telling that woman, there were just too many coincidences."<br />
<br />
The hitwoman's expression didn't change.<br />
<br />
She acted in just the same cold way as she had when she had first met the boy in the graveyard and when he had gotten into her car.<br />
<br />
"Right. Fear and confusion result in a loss of judgment. But that woman didn't have any judgment in the first place. I told her, 'If you want drugs, go take the ring from the girl somewhere in this forest and bring it to me,' and it was easy enough to get her to move. Her nerves have all been damaged, so things like pain… maybe she doesn't feel them the same way anymore."<br />
<br />
"..."<br />
<br />
"She wore my hat and jacket and ran off into the forest… hilariously, I saw you appear from inside the earth, taking one of the zombies and sauntering along after her. And then…"<br />
<br />
As she spoke, the hitwoman used only one hand to smoothly slip the ring onto her middle finger. At that moment, the necromancer girl's face became clearly frightened.<br />
<br />
"This ring… I think maybe I'll test whether it really can control zombies. ...Okay. 'Please tell me right now what that boy's weakness is.' ...How about that?"<br />
<br />
The necromancer girl, who was herself a zombie, looked like she was about to cry. Her answer was squeezed from her throat as if forced.<br />
<br />
"His left eye beneath the goggles… is artificial… and contained within is the same ring I possess. ...He became a zombie… by a different method than I did… so he cannot be controlled… without that ring…"<br />
<br />
"Aah…"<br />
<br />
The boy looked at the necromancer, who was completely controlled, and thought about running. But he saw the barrel of the gun, pointed at the girl as always, and in the end he couldn't move.<br />
<br />
There wasn't a single zombie between them. Now that she was so close, there was nothing he could do.<br />
<br />
The boy imagined his right eye being gouged out and what would happen after that -- and lowered his head, despondent.<br />
<br />
The woman watched the frightened boy and finally spoke to him, her face still expressionless.<br />
<br />
"So, do you have anything to say for yourself?"<br />
<br />
"...huh?"<br />
<br />
"You teased an adult and, in the end, targeted her life. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"<br />
<br />
The boy and girl still stood frozen. The hitwoman's eyebrows knit as if troubled, and she spit out the rest of her words.<br />
<br />
"If you're not going to say anything--"<br />
<br />
Her gaze pierced the two zombies, so cold and heavy that it seemed to freeze the air around them.<br />
<br />
"<b>Do you have any last words?</b> That's what I mean."<br />
<br />
Completely overwhelmed with fear, the two children murmured together, "We… we're sorry."<br />
<br />
"There, that's right."<br />
<br />
Hearing their honest words, the hitwoman smiled kindly for the first time.<br />
<br />
<br />
"So… you think I'd forgive you?"<br />
<br />
The hitwoman pointed the gun at the boy's right eye.<br />
<br />
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<br />
<i>The next morning</i><br />
<i>Saitama Prefecture, Tokorozawa, a certain apartment room</i><br />
<br />
It was a room fit for a murder.<br />
<br />
The floor plan itself wasn't that small to begin with, but it contained only the bare minimum essential furniture and a computer, making the space seem larger than it actually was.<br />
<br />
In that room, which contained no newspapers, much less any sort of magazine, only the large refrigerator seemed out of place.<br />
<br />
In that unusual room, the woman opened her mouth.<br />
<br />
"...So?"<br />
<br />
When the hitwoman spoke, the two in front of her responded in their own ways.<br />
<br />
"...No, well, in the end we couldn't kill Ginjima, so we were fired from the Marubatsu-gumi…"<br />
<br />
"Well, instead of being fired, it seemed more likely that they would just kill us. So we came back without speaking to them."<br />
<br />
There were two young men who looked similar, wearing a red and a blue knit cap.<br />
<br />
The youth with the red cap wore a sour expression as he tried to make excuses. In contrast, the youth in the blue cap continued to speak with a quiet determination like that of a samurai ready to commit seppuku.<br />
<br />
"But that happened a while ago, right? Where did you go and how did you get away? Honestly, you two are always so wishy-washy." [3]<br />
<br />
The hitwoman with the white hat sighed in exasperation, looking at her two little brothers as she explained the situation.<br />
<br />
"The leader of the Marubatsu-gumi wouldn't stop chasing after you… so I killed him. Don't worry, his corpse won't resurface."<br />
<br />
At her astounding words, the red and blue brothers looked at each other unthinkingly.<br />
<br />
"Though it seems like he was floating around me moaning."<br />
<br />
"?"<br />
<br />
"No… it's nothing."<br />
<br />
With that, the hitwoman fell silent. Her little brother with the red cap spoke timidly.<br />
<br />
"Uh, um, Sis…"<br />
<br />
"Ah, I'm not interested in your lukewarm gratitude or apologies. Go look for your next job."<br />
<br />
Her voice held a bit more emotion than usual, but her words themselves were detached.<br />
<br />
The brothers in knit caps said nothing in response. The one in the blue cap only bowed his head deeply as they started to leave the room.<br />
<br />
Then, the blue cap finally spoke as if in realization.<br />
<br />
"You don't usually wear rings, Sis."<br />
<br />
"Oh, you're right. And there're two of them. What's up, Sis? Didja swipe 'em from guys you killed?"<br />
<br />
The hitwoman quietly responded to her brothers' words.<br />
<br />
"I don't make a point of taking things from people I've killed."<br />
<br />
Then, leaving them with words they couldn't understand, she saw her two younger brothers off with a wry smile.<br />
<br />
"I'm just borrowing them from people who were dead to begin with."<br />
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<br />
As they walked down the hall of the apartment building, the brothers spoke freely about their biological sister.<br />
<br />
"Sis really isn't interested in other people, huh. Including us."<br />
<br />
"She can kill them without hesitating exactly 'cause she's not interested."<br />
<br />
"Really? But killing's fun, right?"<br />
<br />
"That's why you always mess up, Bro."<br />
<br />
"Don't be so harsh. My insides already go cold if she glares at me. By the way… something's bothering me…"<br />
<br />
"What, Bro?"<br />
<br />
"Those two kids running around Sis and bringing us tea and stuff… who the hell were they? Did she kidnap them from somewhere?"<br />
<br />
"...Who knows. Whatever it was, I don't usually see Sis let people other than us come close to her."<br />
<br />
Hearing his little brother's opinion--<br />
<br />
The youth in the red cap made a bad joke.<br />
<br />
"Maybe they were robots, not humans."<br />
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‡</div>
<br />
"Hey… there were ghosts floating around those two too, right?"<br />
<br />
At the hitwoman's words, the two children in the corner of the room spoke up in turn.<br />
<br />
"Um, the one with the red hat had even more than you do."<br />
<br />
"The man in the blue hat was haunted by only a single quiet woman. However, her expression spoke of lingering attachment rather than resentment."<br />
<br />
<i>'That's just like them.'</i><br />
<br />
As she thought that over, the hitwoman looked at her own hands.<br />
<br />
The two rings fit her fingers perfectly. She had grown so used to the sinister rings that it felt as if they had always been a part of her.<br />
<br />
<br />
And then, looking at the two zombies she had ended up bringing with her, she fell into thought.<br />
<br />
<br />
She really hated body heat.<br />
<br />
Temperature was best when it was either frozen cold or boiling hot.<br />
<br />
Now that she thought about it, when she had worked with her younger brothers, it might have been because she liked the difference in temperature between the attitudes of the cool younger brother and the fiery older brother. What bothered her was that the two of them together always produced a lukewarm result in the end.<br />
<br />
As she thought, the two children had come to stand beside her, wearing the clothes she had bought for them this morning.<br />
<br />
<br />
They spoke to her timidly. "Um, Miss… thanks."<br />
<br />
"Thank you… for not <b>destroying us.</b>"<br />
<br />
She only murmured to the two necromancers, "It's fine." Then the hitwoman again returned to her own thoughts.<br />
<br />
<br />
She couldn't leave them be exactly because they were kids. That was what it came down to in the end. But then there were her aesthetics to consider.<br />
<br />
When she stole someone's life, she had chosen to sink completely into her professional life as a hitwoman, letting fury as strong as magma take over her.<br />
<br />
But when faced with two children… Even if they were adults in the bodies of children, from they way they spoke of enjoying a game and the large holes in their plan, she had decided they were still children. In that case, she wasn't able to turn her rage on them.<br />
<br />
On the other hand, it wasn't as if she had been officially on the job. If she had killed them because they might get in her way in the future, the same reasoning could be applied to her two little brothers.<br />
<br />
Killing someone in such a lukewarm mood would just cause that gloomy body heat to build up within her.<br />
<br />
And so, the woman wearing the rings saved them in exchange for a single order.<br />
<br />
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‡</div>
<br />
"By the way… didn't Sis look kind of pale?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah. And… her hands were really cold."<br />
<br />
"...Hope she's not sick or anything," the red cap muttered uneasily.<br />
<br />
In response, the blue cap sounded slightly surprised as he answered. "...I usually don't hear you worry about people, Bro. Are you sick?"<br />
<br />
"...If I turn you into a corpse, will you shut up?"<br />
<br />
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<br />
"Make me… the same as you."<br />
<br />
The hitwoman was not so inhuman that she could kill children. In contrast, she was a reliable killer.<br />
<br />
She viewed her indecision as lukewarm and was truly displeased as a result.<br />
<br />
But even more so, she viewed herself as lukewarm for not wanting to commit suicide--<br />
<br />
So at the very least, she thought she would remove the heat from her body.<br />
<br />
But now that she had become a zombie and the warmth had left her body, none of her thoughts had changed.<br />
<br />
When the temperature exceeded 36 degrees, the body of a corpse still reached body temperature.<br />
<br />
In that atmosphere -- once again, the hitwoman murmured the same thing within her heart, as she opened the e-mail software on her computer to find her next job.<br />
<br />
She would steal,<br />
<br />
All body heat from the world,<br />
<br />
That was her only goal.<br />
<br />
<i>'Ahh, ahhh, it's so lukewarm.'</i><br />
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THE DON'T OF THE DEAD -- fin.</div>
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[1] obasan: used for old women, vs oneesan, for younger women who are still older than the speaker. English doesn't have quite the equivalent.<br />
[2] "ashita tenki ni naare." See here.<br />
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[3] she actually uses the word for "lukewarm" again here.</div>
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<i>Tales of Link</i><br />
<i>Starlight Sinking Into the Blue</i><br />
Chapter 7: Feelings Sunk in the Blue<br />
Scene 4: Heart's Sea, End<br />
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The healing magic shines brilliantly, dispelling the cocoon of darkness.<br />
Ohhhhhh…<br />
Link: Asmodeus's power… is scattering...<br />
White light illuminates the seafloor.<br />
...And there.<br />
"You" are…<br />
I can see the form of a small girl.<br />
—I reach out to her.<br />
Link: Sara…<br />
I call the girl's name.<br />
The small girl is whispering her wish over and over, her voice tearful.<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">...don't leave me…</span><br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">I'm scared… I don't… want everyone to go away…</span><br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">I'll… do my best… I'll always do my best, so…</span><br />
I'd thought that — Sara must have been a very strong child.<br />
I should have known it was strength she gained through her own efforts.<br />
—But… I hadn't realized it was born from such sad feelings.<br />
...Now I know.<br />
Suddenly, I remember Kana's words.<br />
Kana: So it has to be you, Allen. You're the one who has to listen and know about it.<br />
Now that I know… what do I do?<br />
What is it that I, myself, can do?<br />
I reach out and touch you, just the way I am, wanting to convey my feelings.<br />
Link: ...there, there…<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">Ah…</span><br />
When I touch you, I suddenly remember the day that my feelings reached you stronger than words.<br />
But right now — I think what you need right now is words.<br />
The words that will let you walk alongside me again.<br />
Link: Sara. I won't leave you.<br />
Link: You don't need to sink your feelings. ...I want you to take them with you on our journey.<br />
Link: They're also a part of you. ...And I treasure everything about you.<br />
Link: You don't have to force yourself to be strong.<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">……!</span><br />
Link: Don't leave them. Bring them with you.<br />
Link: Because the light and the darkness in your heart… your strength and your weakness, your perserverance and your discouragement… all of them are "Sara."<br />
Link: ...I want to continue to walk alongside you. Along with the hidden feelings from your childhood and every side of you.<br />
Link: —Sara, we've always fought together. You've always stood by my side.<br />
Link: So I want to stand by your side too.<br />
My wish — is the same as yours—<br />
I'll accept both your weakness and your strength—<br />
Link: —I want us to see everything from the same height.<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">…Link…</span><br />
Young Sara calls my name…<br />
<br />
—I wonder.<br />
—Did my voice reach you?<br />
Was I able to stretch out my hand—<br />
To the tender place in your heart—<br />
Where the scars and darkness are?<br />
Please reach you—<br />
<br />
I want<br />
Your hand to be forever linked with mine—<br />
<br />
The shadow of young Sara is enveloped in light.<br />
Little by little, the light grows bigger.<br />
It takes the form of my most precious person…<br />
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Link: Sara…<br />
Sara: Link…<br />
Her eyes brim with tears, but her smile is gentle.<br />
The darkness within the water lightens.<br />
I no longer feel the tightness in my lungs or the pressure of the water.<br />
We gaze into each other's eyes, enveloped in the warm, gentle water.<br />
Sara: You're really… too reckless…<br />
Link: I've been hearing that a lot lately. I don't think I was always this way.<br />
Sara: ...thank you…<br />
Link: Yeah.<br />
Sara: ...sorry… you must've been really worried about me…<br />
Link: Yeah. I really was. ...everyone got mad at me for it.<br />
Sara: Huh? Seriously? I'm… kind of surprised.<br />
Link: Really?<br />
Sara: Yeah. I've never seen you that way.<br />
Link: Everyone said the same thing. …They told me I couldn't let you see me like that.<br />
Sara: Oh… I kind of want to see now.<br />
Link: You do?<br />
Sara: Yeah. That side of you — and everyone else too.<br />
Sara: I want to see them again, with my new feelings — as my new self.<br />
Sara beams. Her smile is truly beautiful.<br />
—A journey with the new Sara.<br />
It'll definitely be another marvelous adventure.<br />
Link: Of course. Let's go back to everyone.<br />
Sara: Yeah!<br />
The path out of here is far above the water, above the sky.<br />
Sara: Link, hold on tight. I'm good at swimming.<br />
At Sara's invitation, I take her hand.<br />
In the sea of her heart, we swim and swim, rising through the water.<br />
As we look up at the surface, the sunlight shines gently through the clear water.<br />
It takes no time at all to reach the surface.<br />
The path I took to get here is above the sky.<br />
—And so.<br />
Link: This time, you hold on to me.<br />
Sara: Yeah!<br />
I carry Sara and spread my wings.<br />
I flap, fluttering into the sky, and weave my way among the clouds.<br />
Together, the two of us fly into the gate of light.<br />
Onto the path leading us to our friends.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-63940225035429824102020-05-13T19:35:00.001-07:002020-05-27T16:25:00.093-07:00Tales of Link, main story: 2.7.03 - Heart's Sea, Start<i>Tales of Link</i><br />
<i>Starlight Sinking Into the Blue</i><br />
Chapter 7: Feelings Sunk in the Blue<br />
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I dip my feet into the encroaching waves.<br />
One step at a time, I walk into the water.<br />
I continue walking into the cove until I'm chest deep—<br />
And then I take a deep, deep breath.<br />
Link: —!<br />
I sink into the calm water filling the cove.<br />
My movement disturbs the water and sends out ripples.<br />
When I open my eyes underwater, I find that it's much deeper than I thought.<br />
At the bottom is the place you talked about, the place for you to be alone.<br />
That must be where you are.<br />
I wonder how long I can stay down here, considering how much air my lungs can hold.<br />
When I think about it, I realize that the tightness in my chest isn't because I can't breathe.<br />
I think it must be — "rejection."<br />
Even so, I dive deep, deep down.<br />
The depths of the water are just like the darkness.<br />
I can't see anything. Only the sounds of the water reach my ears.<br />
I no longer know which direction I'm going.<br />
Even so, I dive deeper and deeper.<br />
—Then.<br />
I hear a voice.<br />
Sara: Stop… don't come closer.<br />
It's a voice I know.<br />
…It's a voice I treasure.<br />
It's a voice trying to push me away.<br />
Link: Why?<br />
Sara: Don't come after me. I'm no good to you anymore. I don't have the right.<br />
Sara: You know now, right? I'm a bad person. So… I can't be with you anymore.<br />
Sara regrets that she couldn't destroy that crystal.<br />
She doesn't have to blame herself for it.<br />
Her voice is twisted with sorrow, and I tell her how I feel.<br />
Link: That's not true.<br />
Sara: It is. I couldn't help you guys… but I wanted to be with you.<br />
Sara: I knew it would hurt you… but I still couldn't give up… I'm still causing trouble for you…<br />
Sara: I can't… forgive myself for that…<br />
Sara: I can't… but I'm scared. I'm scared of having to leave you all and ending up alone.<br />
Her fear of solitude—<br />
The fear she's remembered—<br />
The feelings Sara had hidden away have spilled out and are spreading through the water.<br />
I stretch out my hand and touch her wavering emotions.<br />
You never intended to speak these words hidden so deep inside you.<br />
But now, they overflow and spill out — escaping your heart — and I can hear them—<br />
Sara: ...hey. Link. Even if I can't try anymore…<br />
Sara: Even if I can't do anything for you anymore, will you stay with me…?<br />
You've always, always tried your hardest for other people, ever since you were a child.<br />
Those must be—<br />
Your own feelings about yourself, that you sunk down and hid here.<br />
Could you forgive yourself for not trying anymore? Would it be okay for you to stay if you weren't trying anymore?<br />
I want to respond to those feelings of yours.<br />
Link: Of course. Isn't it obvious?<br />
With those words, our bonds—<br />
Sara: Thank you.<br />
Her tone is the same as when she was taken away.<br />
Sara: I know how kind you are.<br />
Sara: I thought that was really useful… which makes me a bad person…<br />
Sara: I'm so weak and disgusting, you should just—<br />
Sara: "Leave me."<br />
Link: —!<br />
She leaves only those words behind.<br />
She fades away into the darkness of the seafloor.<br />
My chest, my heart, ache so much they could burst.<br />
Bang! I smack my chest forcefully, bringing my feelings in order.<br />
Link: You're not… weak at all… and there's no way you're disgusting.<br />
Now that I've come this far, I speak to you, knowing you were holding back your sobbing as you hurt your own heart.<br />
Link: Don't you only feel that way… because you're strong enough to face what's in your heart?<br />
I don't know if you can hear me.<br />
But I continue to send that message to your heart.<br />
Link: Further… I have to… go deeper.<br />
I continue to dive.<br />
You told me to leave you again, just like before.<br />
Those words are too strong… and too sad. They're words that cover up your loneliness.<br />
Your words are the same — and my answer is the same.<br />
I can't leave you. Everyone else feels the same way, and that's why I'm here.<br />
The deeper I go, the more the water presses down on me, until I feel like I'm being crushed by the pressure.<br />
I don't care. If that's what it takes to chase after you—<br />
Then I'll dive anywhere, no matter how deep.<br />
...Then.<br />
On the dark ocean floor, I find "that."<br />
Link: So this is your favorite place…<br />
And there—<br />
Ohhhhhhhh…<br />
It looks just like a maturing cocoon.<br />
It's swelling, disturbing the water.<br />
Asmodeus's fearsome evil magic had been concealing this place.<br />
—And that's where you are.<br />
So this is the the place where you hid your feelings, where you've been fighting all along.<br />
Link: I'll hold out my hand to your darkness…<br />
What's left behind at the bottom of the blue, the self that you submerged.<br />
Link: I want to meet that side of you.<br />
I gather my power to scatter the darkness.<br />
Not a spell for fighting.<br />
But with sacred healing magic in hand—<br />
I go to meet you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-71270011835452653732020-05-08T18:56:00.001-07:002020-05-08T18:56:41.574-07:00Tales of Link, main story: 2.7.02 - Your Hiding Place, Enddecided on a... stylistic thing to make a certain difference clearer. (it appears in this scene, you'll see.) I'll be updating past translations where this happens to reflect it!<br />
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Starlight Sinking Into the Blue<br />
Chapter 7: Feelings Sunk in the Blue<br />
Scene 2: Your Hiding Place, End<br />
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I trade words with the girl skipping energetically in front of me.<br />
She said she loves to talk.<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">You know, I really really love talking with Mommy and Daddy and my big brother.</span><br />
Link: You really love your family.<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">Yeah! Lots and lots. I love them. That's why I'll be a good girl.</span><br />
Link: A good girl…?<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">One time we went to a festival in Clariye. I got lost.</span><br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">Daddy told me to hold on tight to his hand… but then I saw a shop selling really pretty candy…</span><br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">And then I ended up alone. I was crying in the park. "Don't leave me."</span><br />
Don't leave her…<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">It's 'cause I didn't listen to Daddy… I thought they left 'cause I was a bad girl.</span><br />
Link: But then your dad hugged you, right?<br />
Knowing him, I'm sure he did.<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">Yeah! That's right. He was really happy. But I was very sorry for being bad too.</span><br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">So I decided not to do anything bad to the people I love!</span><br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">I'm gonna be a good girl so they don't get sad or unhappy!</span><br />
When she looks back at me, her smile is as bright as the sun.<br />
But her expression suddenly clouds over.<br />
Girl: But then… something scary happened with the family I love so much.<br />
Something's a little off.<br />
She's just a little different from the girl I was talking with before.<br />
Maybe the memories she was speaking of have advanced a little closer to the present.<br />
Girl: My brother grew up and started fighting with Dad.<br />
Girl: My brother wanted to leave and become an adventurer.<br />
Girl: Dad wanted my brother to succeed the family business. So then they ended up fighting a lot.<br />
Girl: Mom would laugh and say what will be, will be.<br />
Girl: But whenever that happened, I would get really scared, not knowing what was going to happen to our family.<br />
Girl: Would we end up separated? Would someone go away? I was so scared I couldn't sleep at night.<br />
Girl: I didn't want anyone to leave. Dad, and Mom, and my brother. I wanted to be with all of them.<br />
Girl: So every day, I thought about how I could make us all smile together again.<br />
Girl: And then I found my answer. I would talk a lot with everyone and help out with their work.<br />
Girl: See, if they were tired, they got annoyed, and then they would start getting upset about other things too.<br />
Girl: So the opposite had to be true too. If they were already happy about something else, then maybe...<br />
Girl: I thought maybe they wouldn't fight so much.<br />
Girl: I listened to Dad's thoughts.<br />
Girl: I listened to my brother's dreams.<br />
Girl: I listened to Mom's worries.<br />
Girl: And I helped with their work, since it would be better if they could take it easy.<br />
Girl: Everyone told me "thank you." They said they were glad I was there.<br />
Girl: I was relieved. I thought, "The people I love aren't going anywhere."<br />
The girl's feelings are becoming clear--<br />
But they're still submerged.<br />
"But then," the girl continues.<br />
Girl: But even then, Dad and my brother would still fight sometimes… and Mom would tell me to go to my room…<br />
Girl: Then I would curl up in my futon, miserable and crying, and wait for time to pass.<br />
Girl: The day after that, I would throw myself into the ocean and swim to my secret base on this island.<br />
Suddenly, when I look around--<br />
We've left the path and come out into a cove.<br />
On a corner of the beach is a small roofed space, big enough for one child, built from grass and branches.<br />
This is her secret base.<br />
Girl: This is my place. There's no reason for adults to come here, and I'm the only one of the children from the village who can swim this far.<br />
The girl says proudly.<br />
Girl: I really like swimming -- or, well, moving my body.<br />
Girl: It feels like all my misery and sadness just melt away.<br />
Girl: When I come to this island, I calm down, and I go to my favorite place alone. ...It's farther down from my secret base.<br />
Link: ...not here?<br />
Girl: Nope, over there.<br />
The girl points to the cove in front of us.<br />
Girl: The floor of this cove is really pretty. I hold my breath and dive into the cove. Going deep, deep underwater.<br />
Girl: Then I look up at the sky from under the water.<br />
Girl: There's no one around me. I'm enveloped by water, alone, gazing at the light as it shines through.<br />
Girl: I don't want to be alone -- but this place exists so I can be alone to submerge my feelings.<br />
Girl: I can cheer myself up in the water here.<br />
Sara: "I can't lose heart." "If I don't work hard, everyone will leave me." "I have to try harder." Things like that.<br />
Sara: That's how… I would sink my heart. I would hide in my secret base… and try my hardest.<br />
Sara: Over time, my dad and brother started to accept each other.<br />
Sara: We returned to being a warm and loving family.<br />
Sara: Everyone said to me, "Thank you."<br />
Sara: ...I was really happy. From the bottom of my heart, I was relieved.<br />
Sara: It happened because I tried so hard. If I hadn't tried hard, if I'd gotten discouraged, there's no telling what would've happened.<br />
Sara: Because I tried so hard -- no one left me.<br />
Sara: If I hadn't tried hard -- if I hadn't been useful to everyone -- I would've lost them.<br />
Sara: The words "thank you" supported me.<br />
Sara: Then if it wasn't for that… if I hadn't been worth being thanked… would my wish still have come true?<br />
Sara: If those words hadn't existed, would I have ended up alone?<br />
Sara: I'm… so scared… and that's why. That's why.<br />
Sara: "I have to try my very best."<br />
After she's told me everything she's thinking--<br />
The girl's figure disappears from sight.<br />
Just as if -- she feels she shouldn't be here.<br />
Her heart disappears.<br />
…<br />
Link: ...If this is… the self that you've remembered…<br />
Where is your heart now?<br />
It must be--<br />
With my thoughts far away, I begin walking toward the quiet cove laid out before me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8166662758747093780.post-3409602696332148242020-05-02T12:25:00.001-07:002020-05-08T18:58:17.921-07:00Tales of Link, main story: 2.7.01 - Your Hiding Place, Start<i>Tales of Link</i><br />
<i>Starlight Sinking Into the Blue</i><br />
Chapter 7: Feelings Sunk in the Blue<br />
Scene 1: Your Hiding Place, Start<br />
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My body enters the torrent of darkness.<br />
There is nothing before my eyes but blackness. I can't even tell which way is up or down.<br />
Link: Which way do I go…<br />
Then--<br />
A line of light shines in the darkness.<br />
The light is as slender as a thread, but I feel strength and warmth from it.<br />
I see--<br />
Link: This is… the light that Lippy connected to Sara…<br />
I follow the line of light and leave behind the darkness.<br />
Then.<br />
I suddenly feel myself falling.<br />
Link: Waah!?<br />
Splaaaaaash!<br />
The next thing I know, I've fallen into the water. ...Unlike the stream where I fought Zephyr, the water is deep.<br />
I panic and break the surface, where I calm down and look around.<br />
And I see…<br />
Link: The ocean.<br />
A vast, vast ocean.<br />
The ocean extends as far as I can see. Only a single small island stands alone.<br />
I remember what we talked about on the beach back then.<br />
Sara: Do you remember the island I mentioned when we reached my village?<br />
Link: You mean the place you said you used to swim to a lot?<br />
Sara: Yeah. Sometimes… when I was a kid, I wanted to be alone.<br />
Sara: I had my very own secret base.<br />
...the place in Sara's memories...<br />
The place I reached when our hearts connected.<br />
This is where Sara's wounds lie.<br />
Link: ...Sara… must be over there…<br />
With that certainty in my heart, I begin to swim toward the island.<br />
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I reach the island's beach and look around again.<br />
If I remember right… she mentioned a cove on the other side of the island.<br />
And--<br />
There are small footprints in the sand along the beach.<br />
When I look in the direction the footprints are heading--<br />
Link: …?<br />
--My eyes meet those of a small girl.<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">...who are you… Mister? Why are you here?</span><br />
Link: Why, huh…<br />
...this girl must be…<br />
Link: Umm. ...I wanted to see you. So I came here.<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">Really?</span><br />
Link: Yeah. I wanted to talk with you.<br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">Oh, okay. ...Ehehe. That's great.</span><br />
Girl: <span style="font-family: "comic sans ms";">...if we keep going, I have my very own secret base. Let's talk there~!</span><br />
Link: Yeah. ...let's do that.<br />
Guided by the girl, I begin walking on the path towards her secret base.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0