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Coughing, he walked out of the tavern, sensing her suddenly heading straight southeast, creating a gust of wind, and followed.

This time they went directly to India, but after only glancing at the crowded train, they headed north, crossing Nepal and stopping at the foot of Mount Everest.

Nomiyama looked up at the snow-capped peaks, then glanced at her in front of him.

They were still dressed the same as when they went out: one was wearing a blue and white kimono, and the other was wearing a black and green magic robe.

The person in the kimono was still as clean as ever, while the person in the magic robe was covered in dust.

A cold wind was blowing in their faces, but neither of them felt cold, except that one of them had a slight cough.

Nomiyama watched her silently as she began to walk upwards, so he took off his shoes, jumped into the sky, and continued to follow.

They landed on a mountain peak and then began walking to higher ground, maintaining a distance of thirty meters between each other.

The wind and snow were already slapping against his face. Nomiyama took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to cough.

He turned his gaze, sweeping it across the white world before looking down at the hillside on the other side.

There was a person sitting there, but his expression was not visible because the person was facing away from him, just like Yukinoshita had been doing all this time.

However, he didn't intend to investigate; many people had died here, so it wasn't surprising.

Turning back, he looked at Xuexia again; her head was now covered in white, her black hair seemingly turned white.

If that's the case, his hair should be white now.

As he grew up, he never actually saw the other person with their head covered in snow. The few minutes of snow before the New Year were too short to last until they both grew old together.

Now their hair has turned white, but if someone likes to turn their back, they can't see it.

Nomiyama's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickened his pace a little.

Then he stopped, took a few steps back, and quietly looked at the faintly glowing person.

He was locked in; her every move was sensed and monitored, just as he was now locking onto her.

They sensed each other's reluctance to relax, keeping that line taut.

Once the other person disappeared from sight, Nomiyama looked up, gazing at something higher and farther away, exerted his strength, blasted through the snow, and jumped.

Upon reaching the summit of Mount Everest, Nomiyama turned to look at the Earth beneath his feet, then stopped looking and began to scan his surroundings.

He was watching a documentary that mentioned there were bodies near the summit, and he wanted to know where they were.

He blinked, scanning his surroundings.

Once it was confirmed, he turned his head and looked at the unseen snow.

Yes, she jumped.

Nomiyama moves forward, follow her, and jump.

After descending from Mount Everest, they headed straight to China's hot pot province.

But we didn't get to eat it.

Nomiyama watched her stand in front of the hot pot restaurant for a long time before leaving, and he followed after her.

Hot pot, roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), beef noodles, whole lamb, braised pork offal, and salted duck.

Pandas, ancient cities, the Loess Plateau, grasslands, capital cities, and the Jiangnan region.

He walked through those streets, his gaze falling on the fragrant spots, and then followed her away.

After that, they headed west, crossing the vast country again, and once more headed towards the European continent.

After glancing at kebabs in Türkiye, they finally stopped in Ireland.

It's still a tavern.

This time it's whiskey.

It was still strong liquor, and she drank first, then he paid.

After taking the medicine, Nomiyama started coughing violently.

He stopped his boss from helping him up, and after sensing her direction, he followed.

They passed through England and stopped at the Thames River in London.

Nomiyama glanced at her, who was sitting on the bench, staring blankly at the river, then turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

The sound of bagpipes drifted over from there, very melodious.

Cherry blossoms drifted by, and he watched as a few petals landed on her shoulder, his expression softening.

So this is the place where you can hear bagpipes, as mentioned in the letter.

So this is the bench you mentioned you occasionally read letters on.

He turned around and looked at the house in the courtyard that had no flowers, and at the mailbox.

So this is where you live in London.

......

Yukino Yukinoshita stood up, made sure she had seen the area, and started walking towards Italy.

She continued her cultivation, and her speed was now many times faster than before, but he could still keep up.

Upon entering Italy, she headed straight for the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

After stepping onto the top, sensing him below, glancing into the distance, she left, heading towards Naples.

That's part of the filming location for the fifth season of "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure". There's only one place to go: the train where Giorno and Bucciarati met at the beginning of the series. It's a train going up a slope.

It looks very special.

......

Nomiyama noticed that her speed was still increasing, and she seemed to be getting stronger without end.

After glancing around Europe, he followed her and continued onward.

They lingered briefly at the border between Ukraine and Russia, watching the flashes of light illuminating the night, before turning back to China.

After gazing around at the desolate area, they crossed it without stopping for a moment and headed back towards the capital.

This time it wasn't a pub, but a small convenience store in a hutong (alleyway).

Nomiyama accepted a bottle of Red Star Erguotou, which was very cheap.

He tilted his head back and drank it down. After a blush spread across his face, he sensed it and followed her.

......

Yukino Yukinoshita took him back to Japan, but they didn't stop there; instead, they continued their journey across the ocean to the United States.

As the space kept shifting, she wandered back and forth on the world map, seemingly aimlessly, but she didn't buy any more alcohol, nor did she stop.

Finally, when she landed back in that capital city of China, she didn't go to Japan. Instead, she turned around and changed direction.

Yakutsk, in Russia, is the coldest city in the world during winter.

Upon entering the city, Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at the sun in the sky, but didn't pay much attention, heading straight for the tavern.

After buying the vodka, I picked up the bottle, took two sips, put it down, and left the pub.

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned as she walked forward, then stopped and looked at the little girl who appeared not far in front of her.

“You can’t go on like this.” Kitahara Yuko looked at her.

Yukino Yukinoshita felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, so she naturally thought of the person who taught her how to use a knife on the day she cut him.

She relaxed her brows but didn't agree: "Senior, you've misunderstood something."

Sensing the person behind her, Yukino Yukinoshita bypassed her and walked away step by step.

"Cough cough!!!"

Nomiyama felt the heat rising in his abdomen and coughed violently.

He covered his mouth and walked up to the little girl.

He looked down, suppressed a cough, and sighed slightly, "So Kitahara Yuko is actually Yukinoshita Yuko. I was wondering why I couldn't sense you after that day. Turns out you were reincarnated as my neighbor next door."

Kitahara Yuko looked at his pale face and said seriously, "You can't go on like this anymore."

Nomiyama shook his head: "Yuko, you've got one thing wrong. This is between the two of us."

It's none of your business.

But he quickly stopped talking about it, coughed twice, and then smiled: "Yuko, I still don't remember anything from before. I only remember that after she left, you stabbed me, but you never reincarnated until I came down the mountain and turned thirteen."

"It's been such a long time, a thousand years. You've really gone to a lot of trouble taking care of me."

Nomiyama bowed to her in thanks.

Then he picked up a bottle of vodka, downed it all in one go, and threw the empty bottle into the trash can.

After exhaling, he said, "Yuko, you are a very interesting person. I like you very much. What happened before was probably my fault. I'm sorry."

He took a step, went around her, and continued forward.

"I'd like to talk to you more, but I have to go on a date with my girlfriend right now, so let's save it for next time."

Kitahara Yuko turned around, a complex expression on her youthful face: "Is there really going to be a next time?"

Nomiyama looked at her, and after a while, he bent over and coughed, as if he were coughing up his lungs.

After a long pause, he leaned on his knees, panting, and finally smiled at her: "I don't know."

Turning around, Nomiyama waved his hands twice and continued walking forward.

"Who knows? This is an elopement! Maybe we'll elope to the moon."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

259 Until the End of the World

Elopement? Probably an elopement.

The two of them travel to various places together, without anyone else following or disturbing them, leaving behind their families, their original environments, and everything familiar from the past, to learn about everything they were once curious about.

But it's estimated that they won't be able to go to the moon.

Nomiyama could roughly sense the intensity beneath the snow and could see that she had the ability to cross the starry sky and travel to the moon.

But she was destined not to take him with her.

Their next destination is the end of this journey.

Cape Chelyuskin, the northernmost point of Eurasia and also the northernmost point of all continents in the world, is located at 77°43′00″N, 104°18′00″E.

In 1742, Russian explorer Shemon Chelyuskin first mapped the area, and it was named Chelyuskin Cape in his honor.

Of course, there are also landing points further north, such as the Severnaya Polyana, which lies further north of Cape Chelyuskin, and to the west there are various small islands, as well as Greenland, the world's largest island, some of which even extend into the Arctic Circle.

But those are just islands; for the continents, Cape Chelyuskin is the northernmost point.

That was the place he said he absolutely had to go, and it was also the end of their journey, the end of this world.

......

"Yuko didn't stop her."

Huang Quan sighed with emotion. Then, she reached out her little hand, grabbed a slice of watermelon, and spat out the seeds while looking down at the two people still traversing the continent.

"After all, this story has nothing to do with her. If it were her sister's matter, she could have a real reason to get involved, but now one is the newly enrolled Nomiyama Kazehaya, and the other is a junior member of the family with whom she has little interaction."

Bai Yujing stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the two people below: "Youzi is just an outsider to them, or rather, almost everyone is an outsider to them now."

Huang Quan casually tossed the watermelon rind behind him, wiped his mouth, and clicked his tongue: "Why didn't Youzi forcefully stop them? She's almost recovered by now."

Bai Yujing looked at the little girl who was still in the Yakutsk city and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, she said, "Nomiyama Kazehaya still has a little bit of strength left. If she tries to stop him, she'll probably fight him."

Huang Quan asked curiously, "Can't beat her? I think she can win right now."

Bai Yujing didn't speak this time, but looked at the pile of fruit peels and melon rinds that was several meters high behind him, and frowned: "Looking is fine, eating is fine, but can you please take care of the garbage?"