someone likes blue

——I only wish to leave two eyes in front of the remaining light to see you

Deprive the five senses.

Yukimura's special skill.

But this one seems to be even more so.

The first thing to lose is the warm touch of the clasped hands.

……

Then, it is the face of the person you love deeply, forever and ever, engraved in your heart.

It seems to be back to the boundless blue just before waking up.

……

In the end, even this piece of blue gradually disappeared and became nothingness.

……

So painful.

Not the kind of pain inflicted on the body that can be described.

It is the loneliness and loneliness that seems to make people crazy, as if there is only oneself in the whole world—or in other words, there is no whole world, but only oneself.

Can't see, can't hear.

Can't tell, can't touch.

All organs, whether they exist or not are unknown.

Even thinking is forbidden pain.

……

Why persist?

Why don't you give up?

What are you waiting for?

In the chaos, there seemed to be something beating faintly.

one more time.

Heart?

No.

time?

Nor is it.

……

round?

Small, three-dimensional——

ball.

Yellow-green, short fluff—

Yes.

Where all dreams begin.

The place where all fates are born.

The origin of everything, everything——

tennis.

I remembered!

Docking begins.

The docking is complete.

The channel is open.

1 minutes.

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

……

On the other side of the passage, it was always quiet and there was no reaction.

Representatives of "Minority NO.11" looked at each other: Is this a trap?Or an accident?

Thus, the chosen ones first set foot on the passage.

Tezuka clenched the weapons in both hands, but Fuji next to him smiled as usual: "Hey, does it feel like a scene from a horror movie?"

Tezuka didn't answer, he was on guard.Yukimura in front turned his head: "According to this, at this time, there should be gusts of cold wind and a terrifying and eerie music background."

Music is absent.

Wind, and no.

Or rather, nothing.

"Minority No. [-]" is a dead and empty city.

main control room.

The traffic lights are still flashing.

Even without their masters, these machines continued their work diligently.

Renzu quickly checked it: "It's best not to exceed three hours. It has been lack of maintenance for a long time. Now I can't tell whether this kind of intelligent program will self-evolve something wrong."

"No need." Echizen pointed to the back of the console and several lines of words that were almost obliterated on the wall:

We want a better world;

we have worked hard;

We gave up.

but,

None of us regret it.

……

The crowd was silent.

better world,

a more tolerant world,

A world that allows everyone to seek happiness on the other side——

The world that all "minorities" aspire to.

Now, the first group of people who embarked on the journey have reached a desperate situation.

Let their group of latecomers be shocked.

Dashi looked at Buer and found several logs in the drawer of the console for testing, and asked worriedly: "Is this okay, so it won't cause some bad associations in everyone's minds and cause the whole 'NO.11' to collapse? I think we're all determined but the others are different—"

"Oishi," Yukimura interrupted him with a smile, "the truth may be cruel, but it will give people the most authentic courage."

"That's it." Tezuka said firmly.

"Don't let up!" Sanada added.

"Minority NO.11" moves on.

The road is long and the future is uncertain.

However, they looked at the people around them.

They have each other.

They still have courage.

enough.