Chapter 14.4: Sink IV

Chapter 14.4: Sink IV

After finally regaining my composure, Takenaka placed the watermelon slices on a small plate and set them down in front of me.

Since the amount of risotto was not that large, my stomach still could tolerate it. I couldnt finish the whole thing, so I decided to have Takenaka partake in it as well.

In front of Takenaka were two plates of watermelon. One of them had a spoon stuck vertically in it. This was for Yagura, I supposed.

When the spoon was stuck in the center, Yagura appeared diagonally behind Takenaka. I held my breath and was rendered motionless by the sight of this two-meter-tall figure, seemingly without any weight. Yagura hung his head deeply while making heavy armor noises to me.

No, no, there was the case the other day too the one who wanted to bow down was me.

With no TV running and only the sporadic sound of the wind chime resonating across the room, the fans wind helped my tear stains to fade.

Sometimes I dont know either.

When the seeds were being scooped out with a spoon, Takenaka spoke up.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

I dont know what I should have done, or how I should have done it I have dealt with such situations myself. I have even approached them on several occasions. What happened to those people after that, though, is beyond my knowledge.

Did they subsequently stay on or did they not? In the end, its up to the individual themselves to decide. The only choices we can make are to overlook them or to call out to them.

Even though I thought I knew what I was doing, I was still distressed afterward. I wonder if what I did was right or wrong I can understand how you feel, Hakamada

I am sure there must be people who took their own lives in the sea of trees. Thinking of that is painful. Even so, all we can do is shake things up a bit. Regardless of how much we ponder about it, the answer we hope for will likely not be easy to come by. That was what Takenaka said.

But I can say this with certainty. What Hakamada did was not a mistake. You are not a murderer Not only me, but everyone on the night shift says so. So please stop condemning yourself already Hakamada is not to blame.

Sorry that this is all I can say, Takenaka added in a small voice. It was much easier to accept than to be comforted by conventional words. Right

I had forgotten that we shared the same thoughts and feelings. I had assumed that Takenaka was handling it coolly, without feeling this way. He, like me, must be the same. This person was the same as me, suffering and struggling Perhaps that person might be dead. The words he uttered may have been wrong, and he was enduring such anxiety and fear without even being aware of it.

Even before I joined them Aoyama, Hirai and the manager likewise.

It was not only me. I wasnt the only one suffering.

Translator: MadHatter

Like a pebble hurled at the surface of the water, Takenakas words reverberated through me, leaving me at a loss for words for a while.

Its strange for me to say this, isnt it?

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What emerged from my mouth was a small word of denial.

Its not strange at all.

I would never have said such a thing if I wasnt in such a state.

I guess youre spot-on

In general, I didnt like to expose my vulnerabilities to people.

I hated crying to people and hated leaning on them. So when Ayame hit the mark, I didnt talk about anything. Because I wanted to keep my vulnerabilities to myself. I thought only I should be the only one to see my ridiculousness.

I in high school

The power that awakened in me, the extraterrestrial entities I frequently witnessed, the incident in the sea of trees, and the death of that woman. The weight of all of them was squashing me now.

When I let my tears be seen, I thought it no longer mattered. Perhaps it was a mixture of resignation, but I thought I was going to put my trust in this person. Not because I wanted to place my trust in a shady name like Guardian God.

Rather, I wanted to rely on this person, Takenaka, by uncovering a dark part of me that I had buried deep down inside that I had never confided in anyone. I let all that out.

With the belief that this person would listen to me to the end, I smashed through the rigid shell I had erected over myself.

For the first time, I voluntarily revealed my vulnerability.

I drove a girl my junior to suicide.