Great writers and philosophers

At a few o'clock, strings of raindrops fell through the dense cherry tree leaves. Nanaya Hotaru and Dazai Osamu moved their positions with teacups and snacks, and the two people who didn't care much about their image lazily nestled into the sofa.

"This pillow is so soft and the pattern is beautiful."

"Is it? The most powerful thing about it is that even if you knead it vigorously, it will return to its original shape within a few hours. It seems that it is because of some memory material or something. I didn't remember the term. "

"Oh, that one, I know, the one that most people use to make pillows and cushions."

"The tears of Prince Arut. The raindrops that fell just now are a bit like the tears of Prince Arut."

"Sounds like something out of a fairy tale or a ballad."

"Unfortunately it's not, um... I vaguely remember... It's what you drop liquid glass into cold water, and then it forms naturally, like a transparent tadpole with a particularly long tail. That's the tear of Prince Alut. It has a characteristic, the head is very strong, even if you open the wooden warehouse to hit it, the bullet will shatter its head, but if the point of force is the tail, even if I pinch it with two fingers, it will be fine. Let it shatter from beginning to end."

"Wow, how does it feel like it was created specifically to carry some kind of connotation? It exists for literature—that's what Mr. Polaris would think, right?"

"Yeah, I forgot the principle. Anyway, it's very scientific. At that time, I just crushed the tears of Prince Alut. I wanted someone to say that scientists are a group of guys who don't understand romance, but no matter how much science Nothing can take away the beauty of a starry sky."

"Mr. Uchiha is going back to university for further studies. Do you want to become a scientist?"

"Basically, he wants to build rockets, and he also wants to be an astronaut. Generally speaking, he wants to explore the mysteries of the starry sky and the universe."

"I remember that when the Apollo landed on the moon, many people said that it murdered the moon-if I remember correctly, you said this sentence first, and then it became popular, right?"

"Ahahaha, it turns out that there are still people who remember it. Sure enough, I should be more cautious in my words and deeds when facing the public. Otherwise, although the words of a person who admits that he said something wrong before are more convincing, people usually don't Will be willing to believe people with ex-cons. But I have to correct that although I said it first in front of the camera, it is not my original, someone else said it, I wrote it down, and then I was asked , I said it without much thought. Well, this is the process."

"Hey? So you don't think so?"

"Well... I thought that way a long time ago, but not anymore. 'Mystery' and 'unknown' do occupy a very important position in literature, but they are not the whole of literature. The literature of an era can only be Representing the current era, anyway, only a very small number of people can create literature that is beyond the current era—if it is backward, it will be finished. It can’t even be called decadent or vulgar, and things that are behind the times are not qualified to be called literature at all.”

"Literature is, after all, about people, behind the times...that is, behind people, isn't it?"

"That's really good, Mr. Dazai, please write a book, we can exchange manuscripts with each other!"

"I don't want to read a novel like the one you just published in the Literary News before everyone. There is no one to complain about. It's so lonely."

"Why are you complaining?! You say something rude in front of the author! That's my best expression of the most beautiful love, which is my love. Even if you don't say good things that give me goosebumps , at least say a few words like 'so love is like this'?"

"...It turns out that love is like this. To love someone is to treat him as a soldier. When the world is at peace, we will set off wars at all costs and plunge the world into a hell of war, so that the beloved can use his talents. Learn Useful——Dear Qiye-san, do you know that someone in your hometown commented that you wrote 'terrorism of love', and it is reasonable to guess that your family is on the verge of breaking up. This novel is just a way for you to vent your sorrow... It’s those words, don’t say you really didn’t think of it, if it’s true, then I’m going to cheat your foundation of money.”

"Tch...Of course I thought about it. Rather, I wrote it because I predicted it. Shyness is a common problem in all arts. If it is made clear, it becomes science. That's right, although neither mystery nor the unknown The only necessary, but no mystery and unknown means no depth, I am a literary star who is determined to dig deeper and expand wider~~~”

"Mysterious and unknown... Speaking of which, who owns this skull, can you tell me?"

It is raining sparsely outside, and the gloomy world is isolated from the small literary salon in the living room. Everything inside is warm, even the skull on the tea table is warm, but this warmth is in harmony with the world. The distance is so great that 'warmth' takes on a whole new meaning.

Polaris bent over the skull in her arms, and someone's skull wrinkled her pink cotton blouse, each wrinkle hiding a dusty personal history.

"It was on the battlefield before the surrender of France. Uchiha-kun and I met him by chance. Speaking of it... At that time, there was even full of hostility between us. Even if we are compatriots, even if there is no conflict of interest, but one in How should a soldier on the battlefield look at a person who has every right and reason not to set foot in the battlefield, but still appears here? He can only look at me with hostility, which is worse than when he faces the enemy. More overt hostility, almost hostility towards my entire life... er, well off topic."

"In short, shortly after we met him, his army was given a mission, and then he and his comrades discovered that the mission was just a trap. They were abandoned by their motherland. What they fought for, they The reason why they became warriors, appeared on the battlefield, they turned into murderous monsters - was easily denied in the most insulting way."

"Several of Michelle's comrades-in-arms went crazy, they lost the desire to fight and the will to survive, and their boss, who was the only one who could call the shots, couldn't do anything except try to save more subordinates—'Ma'am, I'm staying here now." Did you kill them so that more people could share in this betrayal?' He asked me like this, without expecting any answer, he turned and continued to rescue more subordinates who had thrown away their weapons and waited for death to come."

"After they narrowly escaped death, I said that we stand with them, and if they want to get their justice, then we will spare no effort to fight for it, and even start a whole new war - don't think war Is the most terrible existence, the most terrifying are those that lead to war. War has never been an end an end, but only a means. I said to them I was exaggerating, we have the ability to not lead to the worst Justice for them in the event of the final outcome - war - for all those who innocently appeared on the battlefield and turned into killing machines. I told them not only the military, not only France, but the whole world should Look at it, and reflect, and if they don't reflect, we'll never stop..."

The woman holding the skeleton shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "To tell you the truth, I said so many words at that time, it was really just to temporarily stabilize their spirits, their state is really terrible, Uchiha-kun can understand their feelings Love and faith, I can't, so I almost misunderstood their madness - but that's all, they are mad because of love and faith."

"Michelle came up to me and Uchiha-kun and said 'Come on, come on, writer, Far East ninja, stop talking, stop talking, if I believe in God, then God is dead. It's nothing now Can save people, give me some comfort, comfort from people, any comfort, give me some smiles and tears... Is it because everyone has a body temperature of 37 degrees?"

The writer stroked the cheekbones of the skeleton in his arms, "I asked him what kind of comfort he needs to help him."

"He said he wanted to travel with us and live our life without love and faith."

"So under the witness of us and his comrades, Soldier Michel ended his career as a soldier and became a free silent man who could love and travel."

"By the way, Michelle's team has a name you may have heard of later, Mimic. In fact, their boss is a person with supernatural powers. I don't know why they were classified into the supernatural organization. It feels so casual. look."

Osamu Dazai stared at the skull in Nanaya Hotaru's arms, and saw a face eaten away by pain in a trance.