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It wasn't a matter of whether or not to go in; I was simply a little hesitant.

Before that day, I had never been to a small restaurant full of strangers. Even in the banquet hall of a big hotel, I was always led in by my mother and sister. But that day, neither my mother nor sister were there, and Natsume-sensei couldn't possibly lead me, because I was a very mature and opinionated person who didn't need anyone else around.

Then, as she hesitated, he grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.

When I saw him holding my hand and walking ahead of me, I felt my face getting hot.

Later, whenever we went into a small restaurant with Natsume-sensei, he would always go first. If I was a little slow, he would come over and pull me in together.

I used to think he was being a little too forward, but I've come to a clearer understanding of things since then.

He was simply hungry and craving meat.

No, that's not right. Maybe he came over to hold hands because of that thought. After all, he was a bit confused about relationships when he was in elementary school. He always wanted to get closer, but he didn't know why he wanted to get closer.

Perhaps it was just a habit, but later on, whenever we went somewhere, I always felt much more at ease with him walking ahead.

I just never expected that on this last trip, she would be the one to leave first.

Yukino Yukino tilted her head slightly, looking at the falling snowflakes.

She suddenly thought of that senior colleague.

The elder spent his entire life destroying his 'carefree' life.

There is only one possibility to achieve the so-called 'worry-free' state: ruthlessness. Even saints cannot achieve 'worry-free' state because they are destined to worry about the world. Only true ruthlessness can eliminate worries and allow one to observe the world with peace of mind and objectivity.

He had finally found love and started his life, only to have it end because of her.

She accepted many things, but in the end she could no longer accept that incident and had no choice but to leave. He followed her because of his feelings and was unwilling to let go.

If our predecessors could see this now, would they regret it for a moment and choose immortality instead of death?

Yukino Yukinoshita's mind raced with various thoughts, and then she thought of the book "The Tempest" with their names on it, and the line he translated on the title page.

The world has become disconnected. Ah, what a cursed cause and effect this is, and I was born to correct it.

I used to think that correcting cause and effect meant that I would marry him, but now I realize that correcting cause and effect means that I would die with him and end our lives.

"Why did you have to meet me? If it weren't for me, you would have such a wonderful life..."

Yukino Yukinoshita murmured to herself, then looked up at the sudden arrival of the polar night and the sky full of stars.

He is going to die.

Let's go together then.

Yukino Yukinoshita's body began to emit light and dust; she ignited her body and soul, and uttered her last words.

"Kazehaya, I love you."

His voice drifted towards him on the wind.

Yukino awaits death quietly beneath the snow, her hair fluttering slightly in the wind. At a certain moment, her snow-covered white hair sways, and she finally turns around in the snowstorm.

With red eyes, the girl couldn't help but take one last look at him.

......

In a world where snowflakes fall endlessly, there is only coldness; the wind only intensifies this chill.

The world in the wind and snow is cold and lonely.

And as for the area near the end of the world, another description should be added: it is undisturbed.

The polar night descends in an instant, plunging the world into darkness, with only the misty aurora borealis and scattered stars shining.

The wind howled, the snow danced, and the world here was extremely cold, as if everything was about to freeze into ice.

This is their story, the ending they acquiesced to, a knot that neither of them was willing to let go of.

Beyond that, an inconspicuous ray of light streaked across the clear sky over Siberia, then crossed that distinct line.

The light became more pronounced, the polar night sky was ignited, and the snowfield was illuminated with a dazzling white light.

Summer and sunshine appeared in this dead land, the snow melted, the ice turned into water, the snowflakes were vaporized in an instant, and the wind, which had lost its snowflakes, also disappeared without a trace.

She illuminated her own existence, piercing through this world, stumbling and crashing into the wind and snow, shattering the bone-chilling cold, and breaking open the tightly closed doors of the two people.

Amidst the deafening roar announcing the arrival, she rose and staggered toward the man.

She cried loudly, feeling wronged.

Just like many years ago.

261 There will always be someone who comes for you.

Eriri Sawamura lay on the ground for a long time until the sunlight shone in front of her. Only then did she prop herself up and stand up, silently walking towards the east side of the island.

She stood on the beach, watching the huge fireball rise from the sea, silently calculating where the two people had gone.

At their speed, they would probably have arrived in America before the sun even reached them.

So where are they now? Are they wandering around in the western United States?

Eriri Sawamura looked at the sun, half of which was above the sea and half of which was still submerged. She reached out and untied her twin tails, letting her golden hair fall down her back and sway in the sea breeze.

On that day in third grade, I hesitated for a long time and finally didn't keep up with them. After that, we didn't speak to each other for more than three years. They were on one end, and I was all alone on the other.

The turning point was there; from then on, only Yukino remained by his side, and so they walked step by step to the end.

This time I didn't hesitate, but I couldn't keep up with them anymore.

They were locked on to each other, unaware that they were following behind.

This time, I was left behind.

"Yukinoshita Miyami, Yukinoshita Haruno, how dare you do this..."

Eriri Sawamura murmured, squinting at the distant sun.

Where will they go? How far will they travel? Where will they end up? Will they ever come back?

As she pondered these questions, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, and the tide surged up to her knees before gradually receding.

The stars twinkled in the sky, and the only sounds on the empty island were the girl's occasional murmurs and the rustling of the wind.

The sun rose and set, rose and set, and after several cycles, the blond little man finally stopped standing on the beach.

She took two steps, then started running, transforming into a beam of light and rushing back the way she came.

She wanted to go home and didn't want to come out again.

......

When will he finally stop causing trouble? Why is he always up to something?

After rubbing her temples, Sayuri Sawamura looked up at the map on the wall, still not quite understanding some things.

The two men should have first landed in the United States, causing a commotion from the start because they fell from the sky without any regard for the consequences. Then they went south to Mexico, and then into Brazil in South America, traversing that slum.

According to the information, they seem to be in Africa now, sometimes appearing at the top of the African map and sometimes at the bottom, with no pattern whatsoever, as if they suddenly remember something and go wherever they want.

Sawamura Sayuri reached out and circled all the addresses she had received from the information, then tore off the map and went to the next room.

Too lazy to knock, she pushed the door open and looked at the person curled up on the bed.

She had finally changed a little, but now she's back to her old self, even more withdrawn than before.

With a sigh, Sayuri Sawamura said, "It's been a month since you came back, and you haven't said a word. Eriri, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Eriri Sawamura lifted her head from between her knees, looked at her mother, and remained silent.

Seeing her daughter's listless expression, Sayuri Sawamura reached out, unfolded the map in her hand, and showed it to her: "This is their location during this period. Can you tell anything from it?"

Eriri Sawamura's gaze lingered on the arrows and circles, then quickly looked away. She looked at the pattern on the sheets and said softly, "It doesn't make sense, Mom. Only the two of them can understand why we're going there."

Sawamura Sayuri remained silent for a while. Finally, she glanced at Eriri, who had curled up again, reached out, crumpled the map into a ball, and then casually tossed it aside.

She finally couldn't hide her frustration and looked down at the person curled up in a ball: "What are you thinking?"

Hearing those emotions, Eriri Sawamura paused slightly before looking up again.

She stayed on the beach for a long time, thought about it for a long time, and then made up her mind about it.

Her lips moved, and she managed to utter with difficulty, "I'll die..."

Sawamura Sayuri frowned: "Will I die?"

Eriri Sawamura dug her nails into the flesh of her arm and murmured, "She'll die. Yukino can't accept that. She's not leaving Chiba; she's leaving this world. Then Kazehaya will follow. He won't let Yukino go alone."

"They will die, they will all die."

She would die... Sawamura Sayuri hadn't expected this answer. She thought it was at most an elopement, or at most the girl's escape from the world.

Her gaze lingered on the map, and she suddenly felt she understood what those addresses meant.

Let's see all the scenery, treat it as our honeymoon, and then let's die.

So you've given up?

Sawamura Sayuri turned to look at the person who was cowering: "The people you like, your best friends are all there, they are going to die, and you are just cowering in bed, trembling with fear."

She laughed, a mocking and sharp laugh: "So, after they die, you'll lie on their graves and wail, go on a hunger strike for days to show your grief, or will you die with them?"

Eriri Sawamura trembled slightly. She stared blankly at the bed sheet, then looked up blankly, somewhat unable to react.

Sawamura Sayuri looked at her coldly: "Sawamura Eriri, I want you to catch up with them. I want you to work hard. I don't want you to end up finding that you haven't done anything, and then look at those two mounds of earth and smash your head against the tombstone to your death."

"Eri Sawamura, don't give up and wait for fate to come."

The air was silent for a while, until a timid voice rang out: "I... my head is harder than a monument."

Sawamura Sayuri looked around the room, searching for something harder than her head.

"I understand, Mom. Wait a little longer, let me think about it."

Eriri Sawamura smiled, relaxed her hands, and stretched out her legs to get out of bed.

She reached out and hugged her mother, then pushed her slightly towards the door: "I'm fine now, Mom, let me think about it myself."

Sawamura Sayuri raised an eyebrow, turning to look at her as she was being shoved: "Are you really alright?"

Eriri Sawamura grinned: "I'm really fine, I'm fully recovered, just like Dio after drinking Joseph Joestar's blood, I'm in super full condition."

"Dio was killed by Jotaro."

Sayuri Sawamura muttered something, was pushed out the door, and then the door closed.

She glanced back at the door and then walked towards the stairs.

Regardless of Eriri's thoughts, she still needs to eat, so let's prepare lunch for her first.

Sawamura Sayuri wasn't afraid of her daughter failing; she was only worried that if her daughter did nothing, she would end up with nothing but regret and sorrow.

At least you should try. That way, even if the outcome is already decided, you can at least comfort yourself by saying, "I have done my best."

"Damn it, Nomi Yamazaki Kazehaya..."

......

Inside the room, Eriri Sawamura suppressed her smile and took a few steps to the map.

She bent down, picked up the unfolded document, and carefully examined it.

United States, Mexico, South America, Africa.

The meaning is unclear, because there was a three-year gap between me and them, a place that only they understood implicitly.

But it doesn't matter; there's one place they'll definitely go.

London.

United Kingdom.

England, a land of gentlemen and knights, and the Spencer family, a lineage symbolizing power and strength.

Her gaze lingered on the British area, where she visited the Spencer family during the summer to claim her identity and, moreover, to beat up that group of useless clansmen.

Eriri Sawamura reached out and tossed the map onto her desk, then turned and walked toward the wardrobe.

She pulled the black tracksuit out of the closet.

After taking off her nightgown and marveling at how much better her figure was than Yukino's, she put on an oversized short-sleeved shirt she'd taken from his house and changed into the sportswear he'd given her.

Stretching, Eriri Sawamura took one last look at the room before turning and walking out.