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The crying in the snow had long since stopped.

Okazaki Tomoya's world also lost its color.

He held the small, gradually cooling body in his arms, kneeling in the boundless expanse of pure white.

All the scenes from the past ten years flashed wildly through my mind.

The afternoon of the break with his father, the fist he threw, and the basketball dream that shattered with it.

On the cherry blossom slope, the girl who clumsily encouraged herself brought a touch of color to his gray world for the first time.

The efforts to establish a drama club, the sweat on the sports field, the hand-holding after the confession of love, and the marriage proposal in a cheap rented room.

Each scene was what he once thought was all of happiness.

Then came the exposure of the first lie.

In the same heavy snow, he lost Nagisa.

The world faded for the first time.

Then came five years of a daze.

He exiled himself through self-punishment.

Until that train heading towards the sea of ​​flowers, that cautious figure, that hug five years overdue, and that clear "Dad!"

He believed this was salvation.

He believed this was a restart in his life.

But reality told him in the cruelest way that this was just an even more vicious joke.

It gave him the most precious treasure in the world, and then, just as he was beginning to understand how to love and cherish, it ruthlessly took it away.

The pain of losing twice is far more intense than the first time.

Because what it deprives us of is not just the present.

It was also the tiny, illusory future that he had just mustered the courage to believe in.

"Hahaha."

A dry laugh escaped Tomoya's throat.

He lost.

A crushing defeat.

He lost to the life he hated so much, yet was powerless to resist.

Since that's the case, let's end it here.

Consciousness begins to fade away amidst extreme grief.

The snow scene before my eyes gradually blurred, eventually turning into an endless void.

......

When Tomoya Okazaki's consciousness re-converged, he found himself in a strange world.

There is no sound, no color, only a hazy twilight.

On the desolate land, various rusty parts were scattered.

He looked down and saw his own body.

A robot cobbled together from scrap metal.

He was unable to move or make any sound.

I can only exist as a cold, detached observer in this silent world.

Not far away, there was a small figure.

A lonely girl.

She has the same brown short hair and ahoge as tide, and is currently squatting on the ground, intently piecing something together with those discarded parts.

Tomoya knew that the girl was the will of this world and his last obsession with his daughter.

Time loses its meaning here.

After an unknown amount of time, the girl finally finished her work.

Another robot.

She placed it next to Tomoya, then leaned against him contentedly and sat down.

In the entire world, there were only the two of them.

Forever, they remain on this desolate yet peaceful land.

Tomoya's consciousness, as that immobile robot, felt this absolute silence.

He understood that he had a choice.

He could choose to stay here forever.

Together with the girl, in this world where there will be no more pain, until eternity.

This looks really tempting.

He would never again have to face an empty room, never again be stung by Nagisa's smiling face in the dead of night, and never again have his heart shattered by that cry of "Dad."

He can escape forever.

however.

"A place where you can cry."

A voice, barely audible, seemed to transcend time and space, resounding deep within his consciousness.

"Only the toilet, and Dad's arms."

Tomoya's heart, which had long since stopped beating, suddenly trembled.

He remembered Xi's tear-streaked yet incredibly happy face amidst the sea of ​​flowers.

escape?

If I run away, who will respond to that affection?

If you run away, who will remember that embrace?

If even he has forgotten, then did they truly never exist in this world?

That's not right.

Tomoya's consciousness, within the fantasy world, let out a silent roar.

He began to hate this peaceful world, and to hate this immobile robot shell.

He wants to go back.

Even if reality is already a wasteland, even if going back means facing heart-wrenching pain.

He wants to go back too!

He wanted to remember them, their smiles, their love, and every minute and every second he spent with them!

He didn't want eternal silence!

He wanted that unreasonable, bastard-like life filled with laughter, tears, encounters, and partings!

"I want to go back."

Accompanied by this cry from the depths of the soul.

The robot, made of scrap metal, began to tremble violently, and cracks spread from its chest.

The girl in the fantasy world seemed to sense his determination.

She stood up and gave the robot, which was on the verge of collapse, a tearful but relieved smile.

She opened her mouth and said something silently.

"dad."

The entire fantasy world, along with the robot's body, shattered at that moment.

Countless particles radiating warm light escaped from the collapsing world, converging into a torrent that broke through the barrier of nothingness!

......

The real world.

All the viewers stared blankly at the screen.

Ever since tide collapsed in the snow, the whole world seemed to have been muted.

Many people have even turned off the live stream; they can no longer bear even a second more of despair.

Just then, a change appeared in that despairing snow scene.

a little.

A glimmer of golden light emerged from Tomoya's chest.

Next, the second point, the third point...

Countless rays of light, like fireflies, flew out from his body, swirling and rising, illuminating the snow-covered world as bright as day.

Those spectators who hadn't left stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

"This is."

"It's the legend of the Radiant Jade!"

"He has grown up."

One audience member muttered to himself.

Even when he had nothing left, he still chose to face it.

Healing Animation Company.

Shen Qingyue had already cried until she had no strength left. She stared blankly at the miraculous scene on the screen, not understanding what had happened.

Only Su Bai stood calmly behind everyone, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

Did you see that?

Su Bai's voice was soft, yet it reached Shen Qingyue's ears clearly.

"Miracles never appear out of thin air."

"It will not befall those who flee."

"That is the victory that the brave win for themselves after overcoming all despair and pain."