[Hunter] Canaan

The moment she opened her eyes, a drop of rainwater just hit her eyes, and a twitching pain made her subconsciously reach out and rub her eyes.It's raining around, heavy rain.It hit her like a bullet, soaking her entire tiny body and causing pain.

What kind of place is this? She doesn't have any memory of why she appeared here, nor who she is.

The only thing we know is what those distorted and flowing colors mean—that is human emotion.

The color of disbelief, the color of rejection, the color of indifference... are all annoying colors.She stumbled through the streets full of dilapidated houses, trying to get rid of everything, get rid of the color of human emotions that kept exploding in her mind and eye sockets.

Why can she see this kind of color, why can she perceive other people's emotions and thoughts from the color, her mind is in a mess, she doesn't know, she doesn't understand, there is no information in her brain to search... quickly, almost Running with all her strength exhausted, she knocked over a cart full of all kinds of waste, and her young body fell to the ground.

She watched in panic as the hostile person yelled at her in an incomprehensible language.

What is this place, what are they talking about, I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand!She stumbled up and shook off the hostile hand stretched out towards her, with only one thought in her mind: escape!

who I am?Where am I from?where is this place?What are they talking about? !Don't know, don't understand, don't understand too much, don't understand!A mess of hemp tore the brain nerves of the young girl, causing them to throb ache—why I, who don’t know anything, know the meaning of those burning colors that I see and feel with my eyes ?

There was a burst of thunder in the sky, and the torrential rain hit the thin and young body from all directions. It looked like a stunted body that lacked sunlight and nutrition. After running like a race against death, it was very difficult to move one step further. It's difficult.

The little girl, who couldn't remember who she was, walked forward step by step with her hands on the wall—they were all disgusting colors.What I saw along the way was the color of rejection.Her wet hair was dripping with water, and the clothes on her body had long since lost the effect of keeping out the cold and stuck to her body.

Gray-white hair and gray-white lifeless eyes, even the bloodless nails.It made her look much paler than little girls her age.It's just that for some unknown reason, the part called the "iris" in those gray-white eyes occasionally glows red.

——It is this brilliance that is the proof that she sees the emotional color of others.

This seems to be an innate ability.

The girl finally couldn't move anymore, she suddenly covered her mouth and knelt on the ground and retched desperately, because she was running too fast, an unbearable bloody smell filled her throat.

In this place, there is only the color of rejection.

She thought so.

But I still can't remember why I'm here.

Maybe it was discarded.

The girl coughed twice, and wiped away the bitter bile from the corners of her mouth. Her stomach was empty, and she was destined to not be able to vomit anything other than stomach acid and bile.

"You have to fill your stomach first." This was her first thought.

"But my physical strength is almost exhausted." This is her judgment on her current situation.

Then, she was puzzled by this judgment for a while.

——Why did I judge that my physical strength was nearly exhausted?This was the first question that came to her mind as she didn't have any memory or data to search for in her brain.

So, the girl who couldn't remember her name sat down on the ground again, her soaked clothes made her feel a bit cold.

The physical exhaustion made her feel an irresistible drowsiness.

But you can't fall asleep here, at least you need to find a safe place, where there is no sign of rejection or hostility.

It is best not to have any color.

She thought this way, like an abandoned kitten, curled up in a clean upturned litter box found in a remote place that could just accommodate her curled up.

In the dream, someone called her—"Canaan."——Canaan.

...From today onwards, your name is called "Canaan".

"my name."

Finally unable to withstand the overwhelmed sleepiness, the girl, or rather———— Canaan, closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a dim light above her head.The air smelled of animals, um, canine fur, to be exact. It is not because she is allergic to Mao, but because she is now wrapped in only a rag, and her original clothes are hung under the flickering lights.

"Gulu." Canaan reached out to cover her stomach which was making an embarrassing sound. Her stomach was empty, so it was not surprising that she would make such a sound.

She didn't know what this place was, but there were a lot of... dogs.One of them was still bandaged.On the bandage, there was a faint reassuring color left.

Light golden.Canaan stretched out his hand to subconsciously want to touch the shallow, gentle golden color, but his fingertips touched something wet and soft—the little dog, and licked himself.

"Wow."

"It's itchy." She reached out and touched its head.

"...￥#%￥?" At this moment, the incomprehensible language came to mind behind her, Canaan turned around and looked blankly at the boy in front of him. He was not much older than her, but lingered Looking at a color she couldn't understand—sometimes it was light gold, and sometimes it turned into a color of rejection and hesitation.

She couldn't understand what he was talking about, and she couldn't even see his face clearly under the dim light.

"%￥%￥#%￥%?" Seeing that she didn't respond, the boy took another step forward and said something else.

Canaan continued to look at him blankly.The boy's color turned into a color close to anxiety, "%&%&￥*￥#@%?"

"Gulu." Canaan squatted down and covered his stomach which was making an embarrassing sound, and raised his head to look at the young man exuding a slightly anxious look.I thought, maybe I caused trouble for him.

The young man scratched his head and pointed to his nose with his index finger, "kai—to." He pointed at himself vigorously, repeating the only pronunciation Canaan could understand, "kaito."

"kaito?"

"...%%&%#@%￥." The boy said another sentence she couldn't understand, and the color changed... An Xin?Canaan couldn't understand this sentence, so she could only continue to look blankly at the boy who called himself Kaito.

"Really, at least say something." Kate let out a long sigh, and then heard the stomach of the little girl in front of her grunt again, and she squatted on the ground wrapped in rags without saying a word.

His eyes... pitiful.

He could only rub his temples, and took out a somewhat dirty bread from his clothes, "This is the only thing left."

The little girl was indifferent and continued to look at him blankly.

He broke the bread in his hand into two, took a bite of the half in his hand—the dirtier part, and handed the clean part to the girl in front of him who looked like a little idiot, and made a "eat ", "Eat." He explained to the girl with a blank face with some difficulty.

It doesn't look like he can't speak, and he doesn't look like he is deaf. In other words, doesn't he understand what he is saying?

It's... troublesome.

"What's your name?" Kate asked the girl quietly eating bread, and only after she finished asking did she realize that she couldn't understand what she was talking about.

Just when he thought he would not get the answer, the girl turned her head and said in a difficult and blunt manner that he could understand: "...Ca-naan."

Then, he never heard the girl say a word again.After eating the bread, she fell asleep on the semi-wet straw pile again.

...Evidently she couldn't even support herself and her companions, and now she picked up a little girl who was malnourished and couldn't speak a language.

Really.

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