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11. And Their Secrets

...Chapters 11...

...—And Their Secrets—...

...(.( Hiro Sato's)...

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After coming back down from the roof of the building, my phone has now lost its power.

Besides, it's been two hours since we walked together. Amidst the coolness complete with faithful sunlight illuminates.

Strangely—once again—no heat.

I didn't rely on my feelings, regarding the thing seen in the sky before. The people around were even surprised and talked to each other because of the phenomenon.

“What might the heat of the sun disappear? I mean, the air is so cool this way ...”

“Nobody can explain it, so maybe this is what the government means.”

“Take it easy. They are all now working hard to investigate; as local media have reported. But, hopefully this incident does not have a bad impact on our ecosystem, yes, right.”

“I'm grateful we can take the time to be with our baby candidates while breathing fresh air outside, yes, baby?” A pregnant woman has just expressed her opinion to her husband.

Sometimes saying so can make my face red.

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As Yuna said. None of them reacted as strongly as, "Hey, look up there; there's a dragon, maybe this will be very dangerous."

Uniquely, no one commented like that.

“Hmm, the ...” I pointed at the wind dragon that flew between several buildings with my index finger.

Maybe soon someone will look at me like this and say, "Do you need psychiatric care, huh?"

"I told you before." Yuna giggles. "They won't be able to see the dragon, Hiro. Only we can."

I also just gave a nod full of my wonder.

At that moment we kept walking. We crossed a crowd of people who were astonished by the invisible incident, especially after seeing the traffic police with his red baton was regulating the speed of traffic while looking up at the sky.

That's a great cop.

As far as I know, wind is moving air. They also have varying pressures; depending on how the air currents are. However, looking from the point of view of the khalayan which is the basis of reality, I think this air also has something that is exactly what humans have.

"Yuna," call me.

"Yes?"

"It's ridiculous to ask this." My curiosity has soared drastically. "But are they really alive?"

For a moment, I could see from the corner of Yuna's eyes that looked as if she was thinking. Her hood faithfully covered her graceful face.

"You already know it, so I leave that answer to yourself." After looking at me, Yuna's gaze again jumped forward.

Not long ago he came—big breeze— and changed his maneuver by flying low, passing right above us. The resulting air pressure current was extremely strong, spreading rapidly from each of its transparent scales. This almost blew me away, but not Yuna who was even excited..

"Eh, didn't you fall?" I asked to protest..

Yuna sighed, as if not in thought. "You're overreacting. It looks like Hiro will be suitable to play as a hollywood artist" he said.

"A–what do you mean?"

Yuna then extended her hand to me, then woke up and twisted my body simultaneously backwards.

He seems to want to show you something.

"seen? None of those people fell down" he murmured.

Thas right. The surrounding community had just walked past us, like nothing had shaken them.

I was at a loss for words, but still tried to explain it. "Lalu—tadi it ...."

"That's just your suggestion. You're just restless when you see impossible things that look like they exist in this world." Yuna confirmed the hood, then opened her eyes again. "When one looks at a dragon that only lives in a glimmer of ancient myths, of course they will be frightened. The same thing happened to you, like so briefly," he explained.

"That's it, anyway." Now I get it.

"But not just dragons, you know."

"Eh?"

"I can also make other things out of the wind." Yuna laughed as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"Ah, I ...."

Though we just met, but now I'm more and more obsessed with his ability.

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As long as we were together, Yuna kept on wearing her jacket. Though the air that is spreading and spreading in the city this time can be said to be very friendly.

“Instead I will definitely get cold if this jacket I take off.” Yuna gripped the top of her jacket zipper, as confirmed her sentence.

I widened my eyes, a little surprised. “Isn't that weird?” my many.

Yuna then stopped, then looked back at me. “The air that blows around me is very cold, and they are also inside my body.”

After saying it seriously, Yuna walked back, slightly ahead of me in front.

Huh, what? I asked in my heart, amazed by the answer.

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This trip took us back to Watanabe Station.

“You want to go back to Nagisa District?” yuna asked as she turned her wrist.

“Looks, yes, I guess ..” I replied.

We were in front of a pair of silent station turnstiles. A little deep inside, there were a handful of adults waiting for his train across the platform, like expecting his monthly salary to be liquid.

“All right, see you," Yuna said.

“You didn't go there?”

"Where is it possible, Hiro." Yuna held back her laughter, then she said, "I'm actually staying here. But if I go with you there again, it's gonna be bad."

It felt like I was playing a role; a role where parting with a friend on the first day would make it feel tight.

“Alright,” I said. “Hmm, we will meet again?”

“I'll ask you again."

"What?"

"Do you believe that I'm the wind-control girl or not?” Yuna grinned, like she was suppressing my trust, bit by bit.

This was a difficult question before. However, over time I was able to accept that reality.

She was truly a supernatural girl who was destined to live in this world. I trusted him, and no doubt could ever come against me again.

"Of course, I trust you, Yuna," I said with a smile.

“OK, then we will meet again.” Yuna turned her back to her two hands, but—“Hei, Hiro, there was something I wanted to say before.”

“What?”

Yuna's smile suddenly faded away. His face was also down. “Please don't tell anyone about this. Can I trust you?”

For a moment, I seemed to understand what he had just said, and definitely the ability of the girl.

Looking at the look on Yuna's face that showed anxiety, therefore, I took a step to make an appointment.

“You can entrust all of that to me, Yuna” replied to me, while raising a thumb into the air.

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Not long after, the ting nung sound had triggered the carriage door to re-close.

Outside the slightly faint glass, I could see a sea spruce tree waving in the wind. Had even thought if it happened due to the flapping of the wings of the wind dragon that flew before.

However, it wasn't long before the wind dragon disappeared in the sky after Yuna started to feel exhausted as we walked towards the station. The story of the legend of the wind-bending girl, the myth or the story written in the newspaper given by Brother Morikawa also brought me to our meeting.

Besides, there's still a lot I don't know about Yuna. However, even so, she was a jolly girl.

As he kept thinking about it, now the drowsiness came back to attack me.

"I ...." My head is heavy, and just as I was about to fall asleep, suddenly—"Huh!" My consciousness immediately rose, shocked to hear the sound of another train rushing from the opposite direction next to me.

Slowly, those memories also began to come back to my mind. A year I've spent wandering through bleak cities that never accepted me well, and only Keira would be willing to make friends with me.

But now I'm starting to change my perspective.

Although I had previously felt that this journey in Satsumi City would end the same (especially with the incident of the tattooed man), but Kak Aina, the big man I did not know his name, Chief Morikawa, was, Mr. Fujima, and Yuna. In the end they all did well for me.

After that, being closer to them, maybe this will lead me to the meaning of the value of life that I have been looking for.

I will return hoping.

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...Seriate...

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