120 118 Stories Memories and Normal People ★

Frustration.

That what you have continued with purpose will not work along the way.

That my heart breaks.

If any human being lives, he will taste this' setback 'once and for all.

It's often said that such a setback occurred in my sixth grade when I first visited Yuki Asahina.

I became obsessed with hard tennis, which I started in elementary school two years ago.

Chase the ball uncontrollably, loosening it at the target, or slap the ball into the weak spot area with a gap. I was fascinated by this competition.

And apparently you were talented. Or was it worth the fact that every day, every day, I kept practicing craving up there?

By the time I was six years in elementary school, I had a good score of second in the Kanto District in singles and sixth in the nation.

In the future, with a young heart when I became a professional tennis player, I really thought.

Aiming for further heights, he continued to burn and step forward in the eyes with footage of professional adults a few steps stronger than himself.

When was the sport that my parents recommended me to start doing, it was only my dream?

Such a fold, I was in a car accident.

The result is a fracture to the right leg and a laceration to the right knee.

That's where my hell started.

I had rehab, and I was well treated, and I was given the best treatment I could do with current medical technology. Yet the discomfort in the right foot is not plush compared to still. No, I knew there was a problem clearly.

The pain in your knees runs when you run in momentarily or when you step in to hit a ball.

Because of that pain, my body doesn't move as much as I think.

This was the after-effect of the accident.

Still, I kept trying.

Because I liked tennis.

Because I wanted to be better than I am now.

Because I wanted to be a professional athlete.

If I worked hard, the results would only come with me, and my dreams would come true... and I kept practicing with a sense of connection.

But Fang (Kanba) didn't do well in the tournament after that.

It was a frustrating moment when this result… did not reach the height I wanted.

Even after going to secondary school, rigid tennis continued. In middle school there was a soft tennis section, but there was no hard one, so it took the form of continuing tennis using the tennis club to which it originally belonged.

The results of the tournament include the fact that it is finally in the top 8 in the province.

I don't have a problem with everyday life, but my right leg still hurts when I make intense moves instantaneously.

Days of suppressing remorse and continuing hard work.

I gave up half of it on the inside, but still couldn't stop it or anything.

Is that why?

I liked people who worked hard to punch into something because they seemed alike.

Often I see my classmates in trouble or friends acquaintances trying to help as well as support them.

Everyone who accomplished their goals thanked me.

You're so sweet.

"Asahina is a good guy. Thanks to you, I did my best to get here."

"Thank you, Yuki."

And he praised me with his mouth.

Efforts will always yield results.

Though the desire to lead those who are working hard to success was connected to helping people.

I'm not the kind of personable person everyone appreciates.

I want to think, 'My efforts are not in vain'. I'm just transcribing my own aspirations to other people's results. Everyone is successful, so I'm sure my efforts will bear fruit and the time will come to blossom.

Any trivial example of success is fine… I wanted to take a closer look, feel and appease myself.

It was just that.

Honestly, I don't remember meeting Shintaro.

I'm pretty sure I knew him in junior high, but the perception of one of the many classmates made him a friend I used to be with at some point.

He wasn't capable of being otherwise brilliant, but he was an honest man to himself.

My kindness is false, self-satisfied deception.

But I thought that was fine.

The reason for this seems to be the presence of the Buddha Shintaro.

Contrary to me, the hypocrite, he was always natural by the time he was clean.

I was directly obsessed with what I liked, and I was dazzled to see myself enjoying Dopple and Kitchen II disease, whether I was donned around. In his third year of secondary school, too, he slowly realized that he was embarrassed by many of his cooking dichotomy words and actions, and now began to be normally confined (obsessed).

There are some people in the world who are so stupid and honest that it's okay to say that there was about one hypocrite like me.

Yes, it seemed easy.

Normal people are treated like mob characters, and I may be a yin character... Oh, my God, Shintaro was squeaking, but I don't think so.

Yin and Yang.

If you mean me and Shintaro, that's the perfect word.

From the side, I think the essence was the exact opposite, although I may have been Yang and Shintaro.

The way Shintaro was honest to himself and others seemed to be a strong light, and darkness was nesting in my heart, where my comfort tenderly treated people for a purpose.

It was somewhat cozy when I was beside it because of its completely different nature.

"Um, Asahina. If I get within 20th place in the next final test...... I can get a 3DS from my mother...... so please! I need you to help me study! Especially math."

I don't know... what an inner blur. Smiling to make the dust appear, 'okay,' I try to make a cheap contract, as usual.

However, Shintaro, who is nearby, often blocks it.

"I don't know. As much as I study, I am myself."

Shintaro, who doesn't want to eat, doesn't want me to ask a girl student.

"I didn't ask anyone to do it."

A female student who hits Shintaro with a grumpy gaze.

I can't remember your name......

Who is this girl...?

"In dismissal anyway. I also heard that Yuki is busy practicing voluntarily at a tennis tournament she withheld next week. You did, didn't you?

"Huh? Well, yeah"

"Well... if that's what you mean..."

and seeing her back away from me with me, I wonder if I could have helped her study a little, what a murky feeling.

But I certainly don't have room for myself, as Shintaro said, and this time I decided to drop off cooperation.

And it was very convenient for Shintaro to take the dirt for himself like this.

Honestly, there was also a sense that I was using Shintaro.

This is how I realized that I was often with Shintaro when I didn't like turning down favors, and each time I was sweet with his kindness.

And it was around the end of spring in junior high school that I became genuinely well intertwined with him, called a normal person.

That happened as we were preparing for the putting things out at the cultural festival.

"Hey... it's three days after the cultural festival... but at this pace, you're not gonna finish getting ready, are you?

That's what a certain female student shrugged.

Our class is going to serve a classic, haunted mansion.

On the recommendation of my classmate, I became a Class Culture Festival Commissioner and played a central role in preparing and staging things out... but she was right, the preparations were unlikely to be over by the day of the Cultural Festival.

There were a lot of causes, but I think most of them are due to my extraction.

We weren't fully assigned roles.

"Well, I don't care?

"But it's the last cultural festival in middle school..."

"It's so annoying, you can come."

"You don't say that."

and there was also a temperature difference between people who were so motivated and people who didn't, and they weren't doing very well.

"Well, if you're too crude, your teacher will be loud, and it might sound like your insistence on the exam."

For a less motivated classmate, go into arbitration by choosing the word that seems to work best.

"If Yuki says so, I'll do it... then I'll leave it up to you to procure extra cardboard, okay?

"Yeah, I got it."

And this is how my work concentrates on me.

Honestly, I can't get around to it.

If I don't finish my work, the pace of work around me drops.

It's a vicious cycle.

But leaving it to someone in this situation will also have to do it themselves, thinking it involves class morale. I'm not the only one who's working hard on it, but a handful of classmates who are willing to make this haunted mansion a success, even though they're burdened with it. I don't want to waste their hard work.

"I mean, haunted mansions are surprisingly annoying. It's gonna take me a while to make it."

"Don't you think it would have been easier if we'd made it such a tough, hands-on thing?

"Who is it? I said I'd make it a haunted mansion."

Did you just say "Yuki"?

No, you're not.

By majority, it was just the haunted mansion that won by a single vote off the shake ice store.

Introduction When we all came up with our ideas on what to do at the cultural festival, I was the only one who suggested a haunted mansion...

"Hey, Yuki, I didn't make it. What are you gonna do?"

"I can't change it now."

"It's hard to sound insistent... Evening glow, you'll take responsibility, won't you?

Huh?

Responsibilities…?

Everyone who laughed naughty at first also stared at me with a serious face at some point.

Questioned like that, it makes me a little pokanne.

"Hey, I don't think it's just Yuki's fault..."

"Anyway, I just had to paint this haunted thing with white! I'm out of paint. Can you refill it?

"We don't have enough material over here, either, but what do we do?

"Are you in charge of sewing this cloth in the evening glow? Isn't this fabric enough? What do we do?"

The little voice that was trying to defend me was swallowed by the wave of questions that killed me.

Anyway, do we have to work hard now?

That's how I try to smile in response to everyone.

A shout ran through the classroom.

"Whoa, whoa! This is normal!

It was Shintaro.

"So, normal people. Meaning no..."

"What's normal?"

"Buddha, I've been resting for a while with a cold, but I've been here since school today"

"You're out of your mind because of the fever... can he just leave me alone? Let's get ready for the cultural festival."

Shintaro broke into his classmates trying to get through Shintaro's shouts.

"I was wondering what it's like to be ready, and I was listening in silence! No, no, no, this is normal!

"So what's normal?

One classmate asked back in a tone that just said it was hard on Shintaro.

"No, that's why. If I put such a burden on Yuki alone, it would be normal for this to happen. It would be normal not to be ready in time. Are you guys nuts?

I kept my mouth shut with the words.

And when you look at me more like a chill, the bum squeals like a bad chill.

"Well indeed..."

"Maybe I pushed my job a little too hard..."

"But I was wondering if Evening Fai would be okay"

"Asahina-kun, it's better than ours..."

"Evening Fai (Yuki) is indeed a good guide, and she can do her job tediously. You don't say no to a lot of favors. If Evening Fai had done the work that she was contracting, if we'd all done it in a decentralized manner, wouldn't we have been smoothly prepared for the cultural festival? Don't be so hard on me."

Once again, silence descended on everyone in Shintaro's opinion.

"Well, you don't deserve to tell me what I'm gonna do to everyone when I'm off."

Shintaro laughs to get rid of the awkward air.

"But that's why let me say it. I'm resting (...) minutes (...), use me. Because I'm going to fix it now and do everything I can to make it. That's normal, isn't it?

Shintaro's eyes were clear looking at me.

Such, I'm about to be sucked into his eyes without any shards of evil.

"Evening Fai should rely more on others."

On the advice of Shintaro, everyone around him bothered.

"Something about that... I'm sorry I burdened you with all the morning bina..."

And the classmates who come to verbally apologize.

"Ah... let me do it for less role too..."

"Oh, good luck for what we tended to skip, too!

"We also... we'll work together for what we relied too much on to shine in the evening! Let me!

Thus the cultural festival at the end of secondary school was a success.

For that reason, Shintaro has been buying dirty men to get out every day.

So at least it would be normal for me to be a supporter of his love.

If Mr. Miyanoshi didn't even care about Unsue (Koku) Bai (Haku), I'm sure Shintaro's feelings would be a little clearer.

I hope you two are heading in the right direction.

"Ah, it's time for the fireworks show..."

Let's stop looking back at what happened in middle school and start making outings.

So, check the screen of the futon phone.

"I knew I hadn't read it..."

… Shintaro.

I wonder why I haven't been able to get in touch once since I set a meeting place and a date and time.

Mr. Miyano said he was coming, but he didn't read it, and he wouldn't answer the phone.

You even had a smartphone malfunction?

As it is, it becomes a surprise, as Kwok Night (Koya), who is really a livestock glasses man, said. As for Shintaro, he would be terribly upset, and in some cases he might roll in a bad direction... that's all I'm anxious about.

But this time, my intentions are different.

Provide full support.

So even if it feels dodgy, it must be easy to apologize right away and turn to cover enough to write off Shintaro's upset.

Anyway, Shintaro is the one who helps.

I will never fail, and I won't let you.

Since when?

With the help of Shintaro and Koya, there was no longer a sense that they were doing it for self-satisfaction.

While the emotions swirled I didn't know well, Sole did shine and I was starting to feel like it was a very important and irreplaceable thing.

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"Now, okay. What do you say, Taro? Isn't she cute?

My sister, standing in front of me in the mirror, proudly asks.

"Oh, yeah"

I had my sister put on a light outfit... but she did say, the mirror had a beautiful girl with silver hair and blue eyes in her yukata, which was... very cute.

He tied up his hair like rustling silver thread and draped it together several times behind him, his hair tips dropping from around his neck, white skin and noodles accentuating tingling and sobriety. Can I say that the luxuriously poor yukata look is a blue-fruit mistletoe? It highlights the beauty of not growing well and leaving behind the young.

The colour of the yukata is based on dark blue, with a floral pattern with white lilies opening and blooming, which matches to accentuate the pale and radiant silver hair.

It has a fantastic finish, as if an exotic princess had come to visit us at a Japanese festival.

Yeah, or that's me.

"Nothing so far... me, in school jersey after all..."

"No, you can't."

A sister who answers instantly.

"I do find it tempting to expose the crowd to Taro's yukata that makes me so cute and want to eat it, and I don't have to be driven by the urge to burn all the eyeballs of those who see Taro. You're gonna cum out to your dear friend."

"... what the hell does that have to do with this outfit?

"It's an important report for Taro, isn't it?

I tell my sister that at today's fireworks show, she will be cumming out that she has contracted sexually transferable diseases at night of shaking and evening glow.

"That's, yeah. Important report."

"If you can afford the time and get ready, make sure you look good. You, when you spend time with your favorite child or loved one, you think you should either walk away with an unfinished outfit or a solid outfit?

"It's... it's the latter..."

"Then show me what I'm supposed to be. What do you do when you go to summer festivals in the first place?"

"No, it's easier that way..."

"Maybe so, but are your friends the type to come to a fireworks show in school jersey?

No, you're not...

Surprisingly, the type who likes to come in through shapes at night came to the festival in middle school with a zimbet or yukata. Yuki was a very refreshing personal outfit. I didn't like to float from those two either, it was a summer festival with an easy-to-wear, cool zinbae.

"We're going to bring out the best of what we are right now. If you don't accept me like that, that's it. It's okay, Taro will have me, won't he?

She's a reliable sister.

I don't know, I don't feel like I'm being told to be good, but I was also certain that the color of her eyes was full of charity.

"Sister......"

"What, shall I follow you? Rather, I want to go with you. You can tail him from behind, see how he's doing, you know, that's good."

I just can't be that sweet.

I'm too embarrassed to be in high school and go to a fireworks show with my sister or something.

"No, I'm sorry to disturb you."

Anxiety.

I'm only anxious.

I'm not concerned about my sister running into stalking on her own.

I'm worried about the reaction of my two best friends.

But what I've already decided.

Whatever happens when you two see me, I need you both to know what's going on with me. Otherwise, we can't talk about the incredible phenomenon that's happening in real life, and it's not a fact that we can keep hiding it through.

So I didn't see a line from the two of them when I found out where and when to meet so that this determination wouldn't go astray. I tried not to contact him at all.

Once I started interacting with my best friends, 'I knew, I couldn't go to a fireworks show,' I was going to send a no... to cut off an easy escape route, I did.

"Sister, thank you for the yukata. I borrowed Michelle's on my own, and I don't think I'll apologize later."

"It's okay. I'm sure he won't complain if Taro wears it either."

Our sister-in-law's vessel is so big that her brother-in-law wouldn't be furious if she wore a muffled yukata without permission.

What a thing, talking to my sister with her eyes and eyes.

Often, silence passed.

"Oh well... well, I'll be there"

Forever, we can't just stare at each other.

We have to move on.

"Come on, Taro. Good luck with that."

My sister smiled and waved at me like a parent bird dropping off a bird to nest.