Ring Ring

Shiori sneaked a peek at the boulevard from the alley and listened to the conversations of the people there.

It's not all understandable, but somehow, I still know what you're talking about. For example, the contents of the aunts' conversation over there are related to physical disorders. Because words like 'hip', 'pain', 'shoulder' and 'stiff' are flying around.

"How could you do this..."

Once he pulled into the back of the alley, Shiori crouched in with his head.

What am I supposed to do, this situation!

Let's just find him.

This would be the world he lives in, and the only person I can count on here.

A nostalgic figure of him rises up behind Shiori's brain.

Glossy silver hair, high height and supple muscles. He has a wild tatter somewhere while having an item, and though he's kind, he's sometimes sharp and manly. A knightly looking man dressed in a solid uniform with a white tone and a sword on his hips.

No, actually, they were knights in this country.

Shiori sighed and recalled what had happened three years earlier. I met him in the cold of the winter.

It was the winter break of a year in college, alone in the apartment, when I was preparing a pot for dinner. I wondered if a small room in a studio had been wrapped in light, and the next moment a man dressed like a knight stood there, staring at the poetry weave in the kitchen with a flashing face.

But I want to be surprised by Shiori. Because all of a sudden a cosplay man appeared in his room with a murder weapon —— a Western-style sword.

I had a really hard time at first. The biggest thing that didn't make sense was the words.

Still, as I managed to communicate my intentions, I began to wonder if he had tripped from different worlds. That's an unrealistic hypothesis, like the usual poetic weave that makes you laugh, but the poetic weave sees a man emerge from a space where there's actually nothing.

In the end, Shiori decided to hide the silver-haired man in his room without calling the police. Isn't it more pathetic that a police officer who tried to take a man would be slashed with a sword by him than that a man would be taken to the police? Because there was anxiety.

He was a little tingly at first because he came to a world he didn't know about.

It was thanks to his early mastery of Japanese that such a man and Shiori could be broken.

A silver-haired man who looked so much like a foreign model and seemed to have good motor nerves, but his high specs weren't all that. I mean, he was smart, he had a lot of learning, he had a lot of memory.

After a month, he began to have conversations in Japanese even though he was a catacotto, and three months later, he spoke fluent Japanese without any ambiguity, like it was not strange to say, "I was born in Tokyo".

With men now able to speak Japanese, Shiori knew how they felt and understood each other more deeply.

And the man also told me that there was a verse in this situation that occurred to him that he had come to another world.

"I have a magician I know. He even summoned me right before I got here, and I was put on the magic team to hang out with the experiment. That's the only reason I can think of. That guy, next time I see him..."

What a bitter face to say.

His world has magic, and Shiori is amazed at how many people are in the profession of magicians. What a fantasy! and.

But to the man, this modern Japan seemed more fantastic. He showed the greatest surprise, especially for TV and cellular appliances.

The picture of a big man making anxious contact with a vibe shaking phone is a pleasant sight to look back at now.

To cover the cost of living for both of them, Shiori also put his energy into part-time jobs beside his schooling. but the man cared so much about it that he kept asking Shiori if there was anything he could do.

But men don't have enough knowledge or common sense to get to work in Japan. Perfect looks and bright silver hair that look flashy from the Japanese would also get in the way of a normal job.

So Shiori was going to do something about the money on his own until the man got used to Japan.

The man made an effort to acquire Japanese common sense and customs so that he could get a job quickly, and Shiori liked his appearance like that.

Two people live in a small studio. Sometimes we had little fights, but the poetry weavers enjoyed their day.

but ——

The breakup came suddenly.

It was about three months after the man tripped over. The moment Shiori returned from his part-time job and the man greeted it in his room, the light came up from under his feet, wrapping its slutty, muscular body.

And...

"What!?

Shiori closed her eyelids unexpectedly with a blinding glare, and by the time she opened them again, the man had disappeared.

I didn't have time for a goodbye hug or even to exchange words. What happened in a flash.

…………

Shiori stunned at the front door and had to keep her eyes open and stunned. To tell myself that the warmth that should have been in front of me earlier will never come back.

If the reason he came here was for a magician he knew, the reason he disappeared now would also be for that magician. The man must have been summoned back by the magic of the sorcerer to the world in which he was.

(Then that would be fine)

With that in mind, the irresistible sense of loss in Shiori's chest never disappeared for a while after that.

And then three years.

(You mean I tripped this time?

In an alley in a strange world, Shiori had managed to embrace reality. The words that the people on the street were exchanging are certainly the same words that ”he” used to speak in the beginning.

I have had Shiori teach me the language of this country from him instead of teaching Japanese, and I have no doubt about that.

And I'm pretty sure he's somewhere in this country.

Now if I rely on him, I don't feel punished. Yes, Shiori thought.

But it's been three years since Shiori and he lived together.

He is unforgettable to Shiori, but he doesn't necessarily think the same way. I may have already forgotten about Shiori.

"But there's no one else I can count on..."

I can't stay in this alley forever. The sun is about to set. This looks like a peaceful city, but isn't it insecure compared to a safe Japan?

"It may be forgotten, but let's just -- let's rely on Crust"

That's how Shiori stood up and followed the alley.