Dereliction of duty · 90 years in the new calendar

"Enough is enough."

This is the only sentence written on a standard-sized letter paper.

There is no name of the recipient, let alone a signature.Fold it, fold it without considering whether it is neat or not, and the envelope lying on the side respectfully looks very out of character.

After thinking about it, Xus picked up his pen again and added:

Xus: "In advance, and make up, happy birthday."

...it doesn't seem to make sense.

From the perspective of whether he is busy or not, and his age, the recipient of this letter has long passed the age when he would consider the so-called special day.

Before that, they had never exchanged any gifts or blessings with each other.

Zolf: That's it?

Xus: Alright.

Otherwise, you will write it?After all, talk a lot.

Zolf: Don't.

Look at my hand now.

Both his left and right hands were covered with bandages to the same extent, and they couldn't even button the buttons.

Speaking of which, it was because of his injury that yesterday's chaotic situation finally had a chance to end.

Xus: Poor.

Why can't you even win a Flood?Do you have such a weak one?

Zolf: I didn't mean it - that kid wasn't.

To be honest, I was a little scared, he was ruthless enough, did he have experience before?

Xus: Didn't you hear what he did in the orphanage?

I must have spoken to you.

Perhaps because he thought his skills were good, Zor, who was handsome and posing as a support yesterday, ignored the threat because of his blind arrogance.

Xus doesn't quite remember the expression he made when he saw this guy being knocked down by a heavy punch.

As the person next to me, my mood at that time was not worried or shocked or anything else, but... very happy, even a little excited.

The unrestrained laughter probably caused a certain degree of mental shock to Zor?

Xus asked him if he wanted to help with the treatment. Anyway, with his help, the injury to the extent of a broken arm only took a while, but he was unusually stubborn.

By the way, decades ago, when the two were still in the stage of just accepting each other and adjusting, this guy would stick to Xus with major and minor injuries, wishing to become a patch.

Zolf: ...

Have.

—Send a letter?Let me do it.

While speaking, Xus had already processed the letter.The envelope was equally perfunctory, devoid of an iota of format.

Along with that, he silently stuffed a small round stone into it.It is not so much a round stone, it is more like a grain of rice, if you are not careful, you may never find it.

Xus: You said you can't do it yourself.

... Well, it's just a second or two, and you don't need it.

For a moment, he felt a little lost, and pouted slightly and indistinctly.

The line of sight is also turned away, although it is not obvious, it is there anyway.

Zolf: I kind of miss the past.

Xus: You can't live in the past forever.

Look ahead, really.

Zolf: ... How nice of you to be clingy.

Although it is very trustworthy now, it always feels a bit raw.

He raised his hand and gesticulated on Xus' head, his bandaged hand was bloated and he couldn't control his strength.

Xus felt like his head and neck had become a button, and had the misfortune of being abused by a button freak.

Xus: It hurts.

Zolf: Sorry.

However, yesterday's Flood actually had a sharp weapon on his body, so he didn't notice it all the time.

When Xus called out the teleportation formation, he only greeted them half a minute in advance, only half a minute, is it enough for someone to take something purposefully?

Or, did his sharp weapon never leave his body?

Xus: ...

Prefer to believe it is the former.

Zolf: Huh?

Xus: - Now is the age of peace, right?

Zolf: Yeah?how?

Xus: Do you still carry a knife with you now?

Zolf: Bring it, here.

He really took out a fruit knife from his pocket... Xus didn't even bother to think about whether the knife without the protective sheath would scratch his hand in his pocket.

Is something wrong with me, or is something wrong with Zor?If you regard the side with more people as the truth, your own "peace now" thinking is probably wrong.

Xus: (Thinking about it this way, what is the correct concept.)

I think that as long as I am comfortable with myself, it is correct.

Zolf: What are you thinking, you say weird things out of the blue.

...May I, be fortunate enough to know, the strange thoughts in your little head?

Ah, how sad.

In the past, you only had me in your mind, and I seemed to be looking in a mirror.

Xus: ...Disgusting, you're the one talking weird.

If "she" hears it, I'm afraid I will laugh at you again in the next letter.

Zolf: Huh?

Xus pointed to a corner of the table where there was a box.

When I opened it, the box was full of white grains—the kind that had been stuffed into the letter before.

It's really inconspicuous to take it out alone, so much piled up, looking at the densely packed, slightly cautious panic.

Zolf: ...Ah.

……

so many!Why so many!

Xus: It's so noisy, and the response is so slow.