I sighed.

I couldn't fully accept what this guy said for a while, but I at least understood one thing - the girl in front of me had clearly noticed the "eternity" of the town, which I didn't expect.

It's a pity that I can't agree with this guy's point of view... Well, maybe she went out of her way to express her thoughts precisely because she knew that I would think this way.

In short, since the other party's preparations have been so detailed, I can't continue to pretend to be confused.

"Do you think you are one of the rare sober people?"

"I can't say for sure. But the town needs more sober people, and there must be sober people."

"...Are you a fool? Joining the war? People will die."

I tried to sound serious:

"Are you ready to face death?"

"Personally, it's probably fine."

The other person answered me as if he was talking about the weather:

"I have saved enough money to keep the sanatorium running smoothly for fifty years so that my mother won't have to worry about it - she is my only relative and the only elder who supports me in the war."

"Hey, money for fifty years of operation? I heard that you had to do several jobs every day... It turned out to be for this..."

"Yes, and I never miss training."

Qian Zhihe said slightly proudly.

Well...it's a good thing she can persevere.

"I admire your perseverance...what about the others?"

I won't give up.

"They have the same will as mine, and I trust them unconditionally."

"Is it worth it? Are you willing to die for that illusory 'change'?"

"...We have been dying all our lives, just in different ways. We die for the 'change' we look forward to. There is nothing to regret."

Oh, what a hero - actually I thought so when I first met her.

If you want to convince heroine, what method should you use...

Come on! My brain must be running fast! Mr. Lonely, go forward four!

"Do you have anything else to ask?"

"..."

"I can see that you won't be willing to help me, but it's enough to convey my thoughts to you. I won't bother you much."

Seeing Qianzhihe saying goodbye to me, I stopped her:

"Please wait a moment."

"Hmm."

"I just remembered a story——"

I retracted my aggressive attitude and said softly:

"Mind listening? You'd be interested."

Qian Zhihe was stunned for a moment, then gave me a smile:

"I like to hear your stories."

"Thank you~~"

The atmosphere quickly became harmonious with our cooperation.

I organized my thoughts and stared at my folded hands:

"A long time ago, there were five young men of similar age. At their high-spirited age, they were full of curiosity about everything. They were eager to explore everything and tried to master all knowledge as soon as possible, because in their eyes, with knowledge, they would

No longer a naive child."

"..."

"However, their fate was unpredictable. When they were almost ten years old, one of the teenagers was diagnosed with a terminal illness. After fighting the disease for several months, he passed away... The death of their friend made the teenagers extremely sad.

Grief, they also noticed that they knew nothing about death."

"..."

"The teenagers began to think about: What does death symbolize? They listed the ways of death that they could think of, including death from illness, punishment from heaven, suicide, death in battle and death from aging... At the same time, they made a decision

Vow: One day, I will find out how these different deaths will make people feel, so that they can understand the mood when a friend passes away."

"..."

Qianzhihe's mouth moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"Since then, when they came of age, a boy... no, it should be a young man... he said goodbye to this world in a fire. The fire happened in a warehouse, and inside the warehouse was

People say that the newly cut wood that day is a punishment from the god of the forest."

"..."

"One of the three remaining young men couldn't bear the successive misfortunes of his companions. He drank to relieve his sorrows all day long, and became increasingly decadent. Finally one day, he lost his mind and committed suicide."

"..."

"At this point, there are only two people left. For the convenience of description, let's call them A and B...A discovered that there are still two ways of death that they have discussed in the past that have not been explored, and that is war.

He died of death and old age. So, he went to discuss with B and finally decided that they would go to the battlefield together, and those who survived would go to a place far away from the war and grow old quietly."

"..."

"Twenty years later, a weather-beaten middle-aged man returned to his hometown, a calm and stable town, carrying several medals. The people in the town warmly welcomed him and invited him to serve as a guard corps

Sir..."

"You..."

Qian Zhihe wants to speak but stops.

"His life in the small town was wonderful, and the haze of the past was dispelled bit by bit, but he never let go of the obsession in his heart."

"That, that, what you said..."

The girl next to me made a trembling voice, and for the first time I saw the wavering look of Qianzhihe.

"Yes, the boy who survived in the end is Lao Rubu."

I looked at her lightly and covered her mouth:

"That guy...was waiting for death decades ago."
Chapter completed!