My youth story cannot be a knight war

【“——”】

At the bottom of this enormous pit, where darkness was so intense it was impossible to see, a faint golden light suddenly shone, followed by the sound of heavy breathing, like the whistling of wind, each sound resembling the explosion of thunder.

[That sound was like the roar of a demon from the bottom of hell towards the human world.]

50. Ten Days Before Creation (6k)

Day .

Chiba Prefecture, Takasaka family.

"Five days have passed since the explosion in Shibuya. Official statistics indicate that at least 300 people were killed, 27 buildings were destroyed, and the economic losses amounted to billions of yen..."

"The Metropolitan Police Department has yet to clearly determine the cause of the explosion, but has vehemently denied any connection to the massacre caused by Unidentified Lifeform No. 37. Nearly 10,000 people have been rescued by the government and resettled in the surrounding area, angrily demanding an explanation from the Metropolitan Police Department..."

"According to undercover reports from reporters, the Metropolitan Police Department dispatched personnel to survey the massive cemetery that appeared in Shibuya following the explosion. They recovered numerous unique artifacts, including clothing worn by ancient people, numerous fragments stored in a glass case, and even an ancient sword strikingly similar in style to the Atkan longsword. This has sparked speculation that a vast ancient tomb may lie beneath Tokyo..."

"Our reporters will continue to cover this incident. Next, we'll broadcast the Metropolitan Police Department's press conference. Commander-in-Chief Kyosuke Kosaka of the Unidentified Lifeform Investigation Headquarters will provide a summary of the previous Unidentified Lifeform No. 37 incident..."

On the old TV, the reporter's voice sounded from the speaker and echoed in the living room, while Kyosuke Kousaka sat at the table with his bowl and chopsticks, picking up food while watching the news on TV with an expressionless face.

In the cut-away footage, I was standing in front of a group of police officers on a high platform, dressed in formal attire. I held a speech manuscript in one hand and a microphone in the other, and said the first sentence with a solemn expression:

"Regarding the rumor that the Metropolitan Police Department was being targeted by an unidentified life form, it is completely false—"

pat.

His finger pressed the power button of the remote control, and the rest of the speech fell silent along with the black TV screen. Kousaka threw the remote control back on the table, picked up a piece of fish belly and put it in his mouth. The fish tasted as tasteless as a candle.

I hope this fish wasn't shipped from Fukushima, he thought silently.

There's no need to read on, because even Kousaka doesn't know what the hell he said afterwards, and none of it was true.

As long as the sky does not completely collapse, the heating shed built above our heads will never stop providing heating. We will wait until the sky completely collapses and smashes the heating shed, and then we will find a way to repair it... As for how many greenhouse flowers will be frozen to death in the process, we can only leave it to fate.

This has always been the forte of the country's politicians. Although their method of diverting the subject is so lame that even England, which has been personified for a long time, looks down on them, it is always effective. Unless one day they themselves are destroyed by playing tricks, they will not be able to correct it.

As for this day, Kousaka sincerely expressed that he was looking forward to it, as long as it did not affect other unrelated people.

"What's wrong? Don't you like watching yourself on TV? Mom thinks my Kyousuke is very handsome when he speaks~"

A bowl of soup was placed on the table by a hand wearing an oven mitten. Kousaka Yoshino, who was wearing a chef's uniform, looked at her son's unhappy expression while eating, sat down opposite him, smiled and said.

"Or is it that the food mom cooks is not to your taste now, Kyousuke? After all, you've been eating out-of-town food in the big city for so long, and you can't get used to the taste of a country town like Chiba anymore?"

"No, for me, the taste of my hometown is more suitable... I was just thinking about something."

The rich aroma of ginseng drifted out of the soup bowl along with the white mist. Smelling this aroma, Kousaka felt that his exhausted spirit of the past few days had slightly recovered, and he picked up the soup and drank it.

"Hmm... after all, the soup you made is to my liking. I finally feel better."

"It seems like you've been really busy lately, Kyousuke. You're just like your father when he was still around. You're always so busy that you can only relax when it's time to eat."

Looking at Kousaka in front of her, whose demeanor and temperament were extremely similar to her late husband, Kousaka Yoshino's eyes were a little dazed, and finally she spoke softly with a look of relief.

"So when you came home this afternoon, I was really shocked. You came back without saying a word and didn't even call me in advance. Otherwise, I would have gone to buy more delicious food tonight... Do you want to call Kirino to come back? It's been a long time since you last saw each other."

"No need to bother. I just happened to be free today so I came home to see you, Mom. I'll be back soon."

After swallowing the last mouthful of soup in his throat, Kousaka rolled his eyes and said.

"As for calling Kirino, forget it. If that girl knew I was back, she'd probably attack me again. To avoid nightmares tonight, just let me be at my leisure when I leave."

"You siblings are really something. After all these years, you still love to tease each other. Mom clearly remembers that you two were very close when you were kids."

"Sis and brothers, that's normal."

Kousaka Yoshino was amused by his sarcasm, but the smile in her eyes was replaced by worry the next moment.

"Kyosuke, now that you're back, do you still want to ask Mom about the past..."

"No, I already know that."

"Hey?"

This answer made Kousaka Yoshino a little surprised, but Kousaka just picked up another piece of radish and put it in his mouth, and said calmly.

"I dreamt of my dad last night too. He said in the dream that the cigarettes and alcohol sold up there were all fake. He suspected that the tobacco shops in heaven were selling illicit goods paid for by unscrupulous merchants. They were extremely 'black'. He asked me to find time to make some good alcohol and cigarettes for him."

"After I asked Dad to quit smoking and drinking as soon as possible, I kicked him in the face and woke up. I came home today to report the situation to you, Mom. Tell me this next time you dream about him."

"Puchi~ What is that! If you do that, your dad will be so mad at you that he'll die."

“…That’s good too.”

Kousaka Yoshino was so amused by this bizarre answer that she burst out laughing. However, after hearing her words, Kousaka's hand, which was about to pick up the food again, paused.

Looking at the piece of saury meat that was picked up, one of his father's favorite foods when he was alive, he murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

"If you've really been here all this time..."

"Kyosuke, did you say anything just now?"

"No, it's nothing."

In response to his mother's question, Kousaka shook his head, stuffed the piece of fish into his mouth as if nothing had happened, and put down his chopsticks.

"I'm full, and it's almost time to go."

"Huh? What's the rush? You can just sit a little longer."

After saying this, Kousaka stood up, grabbed the windbreaker draped over the back of the chair and put it on. Seeing how hurried he was, Kousaka Yoshino couldn't help but stand up as well, trying to keep her son.

"No, there are a lot of things going on at the Metropolitan Police Department right now. I can't be absent for too long, otherwise Gogen will call everywhere looking for me."

Shaking his head to reject his mother's request to stay, Kousaka paused after putting on his windbreaker and spoke softly.

"Mom, the situation outside has been a bit chaotic lately. You'd better buy some more things and store them at home. That way you don't have to run around all day, and it's safer."

"If possible, please suspend business in the store for a while. That's all... I'll come back to see you next time."

After saying this, Kousaka turned and walked towards the door. His style has always been so decisive. He comes and goes as he pleases, without any trace of nostalgia or hesitation.

"Wait! Kyosuke!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Kousaka Yoshino seemed to remember something and quickly called out to Kousaka.

"Wait here for mom, it will be ready soon."

When Takasaka stopped and looked back, he saw a figure running quickly into the kitchen. Then a faint white mist and fragrance overflowed from the kitchen door. As he smelled the fragrance, his eyes changed slightly.

Not long after, Kousaka Yoshino trotted out of the kitchen with a neatly packaged double-layer lunch box, and handed the lunch box to Kousaka with a slight breath.

"Take this with you before you leave. This is Mom's new creation. Kyosuke, you haven't eaten it since last time, right?"

"Mom, you still like making this kind of bread..."

Kousaka opened the top layer of the lunch box, and six neatly arranged pieces of bread appeared in front of him. The surface of the brown bread was shiny and oily, and the middle layer of the double-layered horn was filled with steaming hot curry. It was obvious that it had just been taken out of the pot.

"Help mom taste it now. If it tastes good, we'll have the store continue to ship it this way."

With a twitching eye, he looked at the bread and smelled the familiar curry. Kousaka looked up helplessly at his mother who was looking expectant. In the end, he could only reach out and pick up a piece of bread near the edge of the lunch box.

"—"

He had just stuffed the bread into his mouth and took a bite and chewed it when his originally speechless expression suddenly froze, and even the focus of his pupils stopped.

Then Kousaka stuffed the whole piece of bread into his mouth and chewed it harder. The spicy taste of curry spread in his mouth as he chewed, but his expression became more solemn.

"Kyosuke, w-what's wrong?"

Looking at her son's uncharacteristic expression, Kousaka Yoshino also felt something was wrong. The smile on her face disappeared and she spoke with some confusion and uneasiness.

"Gudong~"

The corners of Kousaka's mouth twitched slightly, and his throat moved vigorously as he swallowed the whole piece of chewed bread. His expression was as difficult as if he was swallowing a stone alive.

"Kyosuke, this—isn't my cooking delicious?"

“…Ah, indeed.”

Under Kousaka Yoshino's uneasy gaze, Kousaka was silent for a while, and then his expression suddenly changed. Every part of his face that could reveal emotion was filled with disgust. He glanced at the stunned her out of the corner of his eye and complained.

"It's just as unpalatable as ever. I'm starting to feel sorry for the regular customers who will come to your shop to buy bread in the future. I hope they won't die from the spiciness."

"You kid! You're really..."

Seeing Kousaka instantly return to his original appearance, Kousaka Yoshino immediately realized that she had been fooled. She glanced at him unhappily and angrily reached out to take the lunch box from Kousaka's arms.

"Since you don't think it tastes good, just sell it when the store opens tomorrow! Let's see if any customers will actually be poisoned by the bread your mother made!"

"That won't do. As a police officer, I can't just watch you get thrown into jail. Let me handle these evidences."

Facing the outstretched hand, Kousaka nimbly took a step back, allowing her to miss, while speaking with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, I'm an expert in this area. I guarantee that even the most skilled forensic doctor won't be able to find any original evidence."

"Smelly boy——"

Kousaka Yoshino was so angry that she laughed. When she wanted to say a few words, Kousaka had already walked to the door and grasped the door handle. His tone suddenly softened and he changed what he was about to say.

"Kyosuke~ Remember to come back more often."

"……Do not worry."

Kousaka, holding a lunch box, had his back to his mother, the upper half of his face shrouded in darkness, with only the lower half of his face showing a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I will definitely come back later."

After saying this, Kousaka opened the door and walked out without waiting for Kousaka Yoshino to answer, and then his back quickly disappeared into the night.

"This kid... has really become exactly like you, Daisuke."

Listening to the sound of a car engine not far away, Kousaka Yoshino, who was standing at the entrance, looked up at the moon hanging in the night sky and slowly exhaled.

Her eyes seemed a little dim at this moment, and even her voice was filled with sadness and nostalgia.

"Even now, when you're worried, you act just like you used to... Daisuke."

"Bless our son."

……

Nourishes—

When the police car had just driven out of the city for about a distance, the rear wheels of the originally stable police car suddenly stopped, and the car body drifted nearly six meters on the dim road illuminated by only a few lights before it stopped.

When the police car stopped, the door opened immediately. Kousaka ran out of the car with a grim expression, covering his mouth, and staggered to the side of the road near the woods.

"Wow!"

Holding the guardrail of the road with both hands, Takasaka lowered his head, opened his mouth, and vomited everything he had eaten into the dark forest below. He vomited so much that even stomach acid flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

This process lasted for about a minute, and then Kousaka slowly leaned against the railing and sat on the ground. The scene in front of him kept flickering and shaking with the twitching of his stomach.

Sometimes it was the police car with its door open parked next to the street light, and sometimes it turned into a huge computer screen, which displayed a human body data chart almost completely stained with blood, and the glaring bright red Arabic text next to the data chart.

- 98%

This number flickered in Kousaka's eyes like a branding iron, but as time passed, the swaying scene in his eyes slowly returned to its original appearance.

"..."

After recovering, Kousaka silently reached out to wipe away the remaining filth at the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't make his pale face return to its original state. He covered his chest and abdomen, feeling as if his stomach no longer existed.

This symptom is actually quite normal - for the elderly.

Especially those elderly people who are nearing the end of their lives.

Many elderly people will experience loss of appetite when they are nearing death, because their stomach organs have reached their limit and are beginning to fail. Often afterwards, various nerve organs in the body begin to close one by one. This situation is most common among people between the ages of eighty and ninety.

Kosaka's current physical age is ninety-five, which makes him an "elderly person" in every sense of the word.

So this situation is normal, because if he really lived to this age, he would probably experience this phenomenon. Kosaka felt that the only thing he could be thankful for was knowing in advance that he would not suffer from age-related diseases such as glaucoma or cataracts in his old age.

"One month..."

Muttering the number told to him by Ebina Hina, Kousaka leaned against the railing, raised his head, and smiled bitterly.

"It feels so long... Looks like it'll be a while before I get to see you, Dad."

"...But before that, I have something else to do."