[Danwanron Hakomae] Hope synaesthesia

Lucky execution, fate chessboard.

In an instant, time and space simultaneously turned into a frozen film, the sound from all directions disappeared completely, and the scene around him changed into a torrent of rapid reverse in the field of vision.

thump.

The sneakers stepped on the ground with black and white grids. Seedling pushed aside the crown that fell on his head, pulled off the thick pure white cloak on his body, and looked over the array of white robot bears that were neatly arranged around him. At the end, I found the only bright color.

Komaeda Nagito sat cross-legged on the ground, a black cloak that was very similar to his style stretched across his shoulders, his head was lowered, a black crown inlaid with a large ruby ​​was slanted on his head, messy white hair Covering most of his face.

Why are you so far away from me?

Why don't you look at me anymore?

If you are like this... don't you even get my voice through?

"Komaeda, Komaeda-senpai—"

He started to run.

At that moment, everything seemed to restart, and the world started to work again.

With the steps he took, the signal lights were lit up, and the robot bears that started to move rammed indiscriminately regardless of direction. White and white were just ordinary collisions, and black and black were just ordinary collisions, and when black and white converged on When in the same place, the situation becomes different.

Behind the seedlings, a black bear suddenly rushed forward and hugged a white bear, and suddenly stabbed a chainsaw from the black bear's abdomen.

"Hey - chug chug chug!!!"

The chain saw was spinning crazily, and on the smooth side of the steel plate, various parts and fragments of the shattered white bear could be seen collapsing in electric sparks with the mechanical vibration, and the body seemed to be in a frenzy due to the frantic shaking. The dancing black robot bear, and the ghostly smile painted on the face in the blur seemed to have turned into a real grin, intoxicatingly staged a terrible and absurd drama.

"Get in the way—get out of the way!"

Seedling pushed away a black bear that was blocking his path, and the wobbly robot bear fell on the grid on one side, turned over, and a line of bright red characters flashed on the display screen on its body:

"Determination: The White Queen's attack is effective, and the soldier's self-destruct procedure is activated."

The explosive sound from the side made Miaomu stagger, he didn't even look at it, he just ran forward blindly, and stretched out his hand to the only important person in his sight——

Why don't you look at me?

you look at me.

Show me over here!

"—— Nagito!!!"

Nagito Komaeda heard a familiar voice.

He raised his head, and the figure of Makoto Naegi came into view.

"Sapling-kun."

His lips moved, and the sound he made might only be known to him what he was calling for. After a long silence, he suddenly smiled.

"Hey, Komaeda-senpai, is there a difference between the power of an indescribable and invisible talent like luck?"

"Huh? Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"It came to me suddenly... because I feel that Komaeda-senpai always encounters miraculous accidents, how should I put it, sometimes there is a feeling of admiration for how bizarre it is."

"Pfft, hahahahaha."

"What's so funny!"

"Ha, I'm sorry, I suddenly wanted to laugh... Well, if I put it this way, to a certain extent, I'm quite confident that I can definitely overwhelm Naegi-kun in terms of luck, um, I should."

"Ah——Senior Komaeda actually admitted it! I knew it a long time ago!" He lay down on the table in frustration.

"Eh? Don't be so frustrated——" He smiled and comforted his lover's junior, "I haven't finished talking yet. To a certain extent, even if I flatter you, I can't compare to the powerful luck that Naegi-kun has."

"I can't understand TAT, and I don't feel comforted at all..."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Komaeda Nagito once saw such a comment in the academic year report of his research supervisor: For the student I am in charge of, luck is already a kind of power that he actually possesses, as long as he The result that his will strongly desires to achieve, this power will do anything to help him achieve it, like a sword without scabbard or hilt in his hand.

He once laughed off this comment, because he didn't feel that all the luck he had was perfect.

Everyone has desires.Sometimes it's just a very common thought, such as a thirsty throat and wanting to drink water, but the actual result turned into an accident that completely scrapped the beverage machine, and all the beverages stored in it ran out.

It is a good thing that the problem was solved without spending a penny, but it caused greater losses. Of course, this has no effect on Komaeda Nagito himself, but is this the ending he hoped for?

Obviously, it is only a 50-yen coin that can meet the needs. From the perspective of society as a whole, the luck he got alone cannot fill the vacancy of misfortune. Not only can it not be called a zero-sum exchange , can only be regarded as a negative manifestation.

Komaeda scoffed at this level of talent.

However, the most ironic thing is that at the end of the day, he can stand here without fear, facing the endless darkness beneath his feet and the hopeless dawn of hope on the other side, and truly believe in it from the bottom of his heart. And relying on the strength, it turned out to be lucky.

Maybe this is the end.

He couldn't help thinking that.

No fear, no resentment, the real Komaeda Nagito died in the desperate fire two years ago, and was buried in the memory lost by Makoto Naegi.What is still lingering so far is just a walking corpse with a condensed obsession, ridiculously chasing the light that is no longer qualified to chase... Heh, it is really ugly.

There should be a little resignation.

He smiled and watched Makoto Niaomu draw closer the distance between the two of them bit by bit, with a very peaceful wave of light flowing deep in his eyes, he resisted the desire in his heart to drive him to do something more terrible.He is very aware of his attraction to himself, just like snake fruit to Adam and Eve, an urgent desire for the incomplete part of himself from instinct, even if he knows it will never be restored, it cannot be stopped, sapling is the most difficult thing in his heart People who give up.

Komaeda Nagito is a person with a strong sense of distance.

And he is the only one. Whenever he gets close to the range of his own domain, countless cells in his body start to get excited, densely uttering love words of longing, making Komaeda a little dizzy from the noise. Every time he meets, he seems to be exhausted. It takes all the strength of the whole body and all the rationality to stop the overflowing impulse.

If this is the end.

This, then, is the end he chose, and this is the end you will bring about.

"I'm so lucky." Komaeda murmured to himself before standing up on his knees.

The rules of chess are actually not too complicated.

Reversi is based on one side, and different types of chess have different movement rules. White moves first, turn prevails, rooks move straight, bishops move obliquely, knights move straight, soldiers move straight and attack diagonally.

And there are two kinds of the most special chess pieces, one is queen chess, which cannot overstep the chess piece but can move chess in all directions, and the other is king chess, which directly determines the outcome of the game by the survival of the chess piece itself.

I want to save you.

I want to save you.

The grand chessboard, the absurd battle, you and I meet eyes at a close distance.

"Don't, don't give up—"

There was a trace of uncontrollable weeping in the heart-piercing shout. Seeing a white bear standing behind Komaeda at some point behind Komaeda, even his pupils dilated, and the expression on his face Distorted by extreme panic.

"Don't worry, Naegi-kun."

Komaeda blurted out this sentence, with the usual relaxed expression on his face, a little lazy and comfortable, and even somewhat carefree and indifferent, the grey-green pupils only reflected The figure of Makoto Naegi alone.

"No matter what happens, I will never give up hope."

Regardless of the white bear behind him being smashed into pieces by a black bear driving a strange chariot, he opened his arms in the blast, and the thick black smoke couldn't hide his smiling eyes, shining brightly in the strong wind. shine.

"As long as I can still feel such a bright moment, I will not fall into the despair of death. The light brought by this moment of hope will defeat the endless darkness and become my eternity."

Komaeda Nagito took a step forward and took Makoto sapling into his arms.

"Warning: the black king cannot enter a square controlled by white, 'sending the king' is illegal."

"Warning: the black king cannot enter a square controlled by white, 'sending the king' is illegal."

"Warning: the black king cannot enter a square controlled by white, 'sending the king' is illegal."

"Live, Sapling-kun, with my luck and hope, you must live."

"Decision: Three warnings for 'sending the king' against the rules, the black side will be judged to lose, and the black side will be obliterated."

The frantically chasing black bears suddenly made a glitch-like sound and then stopped their movements. Everything happened in an instant, and the field changed from an evenly matched fight to a one-sided slaughter.It was the same for the seedlings, the feeling of being hugged hard still lingered on the nerve endings, and he was pushed away forcefully the next second.

He stretched out his hand in vain, and from a farther and farther distance, Komaeda watched quietly as he staggered and fell into the hole in the ground broken by an explosion, with a smile on his lips.

"I won."

In Makoto Naegi's last vision before his mind was swallowed by the darkness, Nagito Komaeda was holding his body with his gentle smile as before, being clamped by an extraordinarily huge white robot bear, and then, like a real beast As if eating, he was stuffed into the mouth of the steel beast, and with a heart-rending crackling sound, thick blood overflowed the giant bear's throat and flowed out along the pure white shell.

——The first part of "Hope Synaesthesia"

When the dusty door finally opened, the long-lost sunshine bathed the whole body.

Together with his companions, he gazed at the distant sky for a long time.

I can’t describe my feelings at that time. At that moment, it was like time passing by in all directions. The tide had already faded, and the curtain fell several times. Their war finally came to an end. Only the clouds cleared and the mist cleared, and the morning sun was shining.

In fact, overcoming despair did not bring the imagined sense of relaxation, or any sense of accomplishment, or even a heavier burden without knowing where to go, a kind of emptiness and confusion that cannot be detected.

The great happiness did not come as expected, and the occasional happiness was also short-lived. In the end, there was probably only one choice left for him to move towards the future.

After years of Huaxu's big dream, it probably really ended at this time.