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β I don't like Mentor.
β Indecisive, cowardly, weak, pathetic. I hate all that about Mentor.
β [You shouldn't say stuff like that.]
β Ignoring the voice saying that in the back of my mind, I swung my sword as I did every day. I feel like I can forget everything and anything whenever I do this.
β βMan, you're working hard huh, Asaka.β
β Even so, as soon as I heard that annoying voice, my chest felt weird.
β βNot really. I'm a Swordsaint, this is normal.β
β Not bothering to look back at him, I gave him a curt response.
β βEven so, there's no driving reason for you do be this hard working, right?β
β I didn't answer his gentle words.
β βHey, Asaka.β
β Mentor didn't seem to mind me ignoring him at all as he continued talking to me.
β βI've been thinking about going to see my wife. Would you like to come with me?β
β No.
β βSure.β
β Even though that's what I thought, my mouth answered on its own.
β βThank you.β
β Mentor smiled, almost like he knew I was going to answer like that.
β There were two stones next to each other in the place we went to.
β Standing between them, Mentor put his hands together. I watched on in silence.
β Becauseβ¦ they were just rocks. No one was here.
β Even if you put your hands together, even if you keep them clean, it won't make anyone happy.
β [Eh? I'm happy though?]
β I heard a voice in my mind just as I thought that, causing me to grab onto his clothes.
β βWhat's wrong?β
β βNothing.β
β Ignoring Mentor as he tilted his head, I cleaned the tombstones.
β I say that, but it would've been clean and s.h.i.+ny even without me doing so.
β Be it windy days or rainy days, the dragon next to me would use his free time to keep them clean.
β βThank you, Asaka.β
β ββ¦ I didn't do anything.β
β Feeling frustrated for some reason, I carefully cleaned the tombstone in front of me. When I stole a glance at Mentor, I saw him smiling softly as he worked to polish big sis Ai's tombstone next to me.
β ββ¦ Mentor.β
β βHm?β
β Again, even though I didn't intend to say anything, my mouth spoke on its own. It shouldn't have been at a volume that someone could hear, but this sharp-eared dragon heard me as if I'd spoken right into his ear.
β ββ¦ It's fine. She pa.s.sed away, in the end.β
β βHmm. Well, I wouldn't say it's fine.β
β When he heard me reluctantly say that, his face took on a complicated expression, like a mix between troubled and loving.
β βI'm sad, sureβ¦ but well, I don't regret it.β
β ββ¦ Mm.β
β Only giving a vague response, I sighed. I don't know how I feltβ¦ Angry? Sad? Or maybe something else? Even I didn't understand it.
β βBesides, I justβ¦ well, I get the feeling that she's still here by my side.β
β βYou believe in her promise?β
β When I said that, Mentor looked a bit surprised.
β βYou know about it?β
β ββ¦ I heard it from her.β
β βOh. You and Yuuki were good friends, after all.β
β I nodded. Aunt Yuuki was my great aunt, grandpa Amata's daughter. We used to play a lot when I was young and I used to love listening to her tell me stories back then.
β The elf, calm and dependable like a mother.
β The lykoscentaur, gentle yet scary when angry like an older sister.
β The lizardman, mischievous like a younger brother and the merfolk, energetic like a younger sister.
β And her beloved dragon.
β Aunt Yuuki would tell me her stories of love and adventure through life, she was so good at it that I felt like I was there experiencing it myself.
β At some point, she got so good that I could even experience the colors, sounds, and flavors of it all.
β βI heard all of it. Including all of your failings and downsides, all of it.β
β βHaha, that's a bit scary.β
β Probably thinking I was over exaggerating, Mentor smiled. I wasn't kidding, though.
β I have all of aunt Yuuki's memories in my head. Even including everything she didn't tell me, all of it. I'm sure it's the final magic she'd left behind.
β βWhich is why.
β Every time I see Mentor's smile, my chest tightens in pain. Each time he talks to me, my heart throbs helplessly. Hers probably did, too.
β I hate Mentor. Yeah, that's what I tell myself.
β ββ¦ She truly loved you, Mentor.β
β βYeah. I know.β
β Seeing Mentor nod as he always did, my heart thumped yet again. I can't stand it. I don't have the resolve she did.
β But I knew that, of course. She'd said it was like that for her at first, too. How she tried to stay away, to avoid him.
β βAs well as how she wasn't be able to not love him.
β I'm sure there exists a story that is mine alone.
β It might intersect with hers, it might follow an entirely separate path.
β But right now, I hate Mentor for this pain.
β Even while understanding that it's probably a vain resistance.
β [I'm sorry.]
β It was faint, but I heard a voice in my mind. It was just an illusion I made.
β She died five years ago, after all.
β [Thank you.]
β It was just my imagination figuring she'd say that.
β β¦ But I'm sure I would tell the story.
β To my own children, to my grandchildren, to my nieces, to my nephews. I would definitely tell them.
β And they would do the same.
β Because it was a very, very important promise.
β She promised that she would stay by his side forever.
β The story of a girl who lived a short life.
β Of the memories buried within my chest.
β Of the Swordsaint Existence Chronicle.