155 Intermission far call

That day, the sparrow woke up with her own cry.

She lifted her bedding and raised her upper body only. The thin nightwear is sweaty and heavy and damp. I feel like I had a terrible horrible dream, but the content of the dream disappeared like smoke and I couldn't remember it.

The sparrow regained a sense of calm, and picked up the evening gown that stuck to the chest with his fingertips. It seems to have been done quite a bit, and if it is squeezed, it is likely to get sweaty.

If you do this, you may catch a cold. Do you change your night clothes and lie down again, or change your clothes and get up? The sparrow thought up and walked to the window, holding his judgment.

Looking outside, the sky is starting to look a little white. It will be a little more until the sun rises into her face. At that time, two figures appeared in the view of the sparrow. Some people are moving around in a corner of the courtyard.

「――Tsu!」

"-"

The two shadows, black and white, intermingled at unstoppable speed, were Sora and Claire.

It is not unusual to see them practicing. Rather, it has become an everyday sight these days. Sora was so clear with Claire.

Usually, they are holding their weapons together and exchanging swords while making a sharp noise, but they are now bare hands in view of the time. Still, the coordination of the two was so intense that it could not be considered a training, and the sparrow could not even follow their movements.

“…………”

Without knowing, a sigh falls from the mouth.

It has not been half a month since the previous raid. Sparrows are not so open-minded that they can accept themselves and their opponents trying to kill the seal. The spectacle of Claire and Sora being together throughout the day brought sprouting emotions to the sparrow's chest.

I know. One of the reasons why Sora is working with her is monitoring. Sora watches that Claire does not attack the sparrows again.

Even though I know that, the expression becomes cloudy when I look at them-

"Sora-san seems to be having fun ..."

Sora, who is training with Claire, has an expression she has never seen before. Innocent and happy face like a child. For Sora, who has a strong power, the opponent who can interact with each other without hesitation will be that much hard to find.

When I think about it, the back of the sparrow's chest hurts.

"You are ah! 』

It was my past self that was intensified that came to my mind. She slashed her seal and challenged Claire, who even kicked herself-a self-defeated child as if twisting her baby's hand.

Since coming to Ishka, he has been working hard as a sparrow. But the effort was powerless against the assailants. Perhaps, in the next decade or two, the result will not change. The difference in ability between sparrows and Clair is so isolated.

This is not just a sparrow. From the sparrow's point of view, even Luna Maria and Miroslav, which are at a much higher level, cannot reach Claire. Surely, forever.

Unreasonable ability difference.

I never doubted that Sora was. I felt it was rather reliable, so I tried to help Sora.

Claire, standing in the same place as Sora, is, in a sense, an ideal for sparrows.

"... Oh, no, I envy that person."

There are, of course, rumor that they are the ones who attacked you. But more than that, I was shocked to be shown standing in the ideal place. No matter how hard I try, I can't get to that place.

Whether the sparrows are weak or strong, Sora will never mind.

However, the current relationship between sparrows and Sora is that the sparrow is unilaterally hung by Sora. The sparrows who lived in the forest understand that such a relationship should not last long.

The most scary thing is that I can no longer doubt the way she lives. That is to say, it's really a mess.

The only way to do that is to work hard. If your efforts haven't reached you, make more efforts.

If that doesn't work-when I think about it, the heart of Dokun and the sparrow pulsed. Strongly to appeal something.

For a moment, someone with red eyes, like a cheek, comes to mind. It is the afterglow of my dream. The sparrow tries to remember that figure, but the more it tries to remember, the more the memory is hurt and the figure becomes blurred.

In the end, on this day, the sparrow could not remember the contents of the dream.