Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Black, shiny metal. A streamlined body that travels to and from the wind. Tall enough not to compare to people...... Such a ”bucket of things” appeared behind Waltz looking back at Lucia.

That's Waltz's manoeuvre armor. And it's her main body.

"... again. Hello, Lucia. My name is Waltz. I'm lost in this world, I'm not a person - it's a bummer, right?

With that said, Waltz greeted Lucia by linking the figure of the hologram with that of the manoeuvre armor.

But that's all there is to it. Finally, the figure of Waltz's hologram disappears to dissolve in the air.

"Well, I just think you're crazy to call yourself a bucket... but this is the undisputed true look of me. You think you want to be my sister so ugly?

Waltz throws such a self-derisive question from a built-in speaker in manoeuvre armor to the little girl who stood in front of herself, voicing her usual voice.

At this time, to tell the truth, she was in the same condition as she was meditating on her eyes, blocking footage from the camera on her head. Waltz didn't want to see what look Lucia had on her face and what kind of gaze she had on herself. If you've seen that, I'm sure you'll regret it... Looks like she was thinking about that.

And Waltz, out of Lucia's silence not returning a reply forever, perceived what kind of response she was thinking, and tried to say the following words - at that time.

Pettah......

"... warm"

Waltz's legs conveyed the feeling of a small hand. Lucia gently touched the armored plate on her leg, which should not have been warm enough to flatter.

Waltz feels that and unexpectedly puts footage from the camera online and looks down at his feet. As a result, I came into her eyes...

"Whatever you looked like...... your sister is my sister!

- With that in his mouth, he had a serious look on his face, and he was the look of Lucia hugging him to his own leg.

"... about me, aren't you afraid?

"Yeah. I'm not scared of this, either, am I? More than that, I... on the contrary, I want to ask your sister"

When Lucia said so with a hug on Waltz's leg, as if to hide something and hit that forehead on the armored plate, she began spinning the words again with that little mouth.

"... like me, I can only use dangerous magic to break things... can I be my sister? Sister, they said," Bucket of shit "... and I've never even been your friend before..."

That's what I said, face down, little trembling Lucia.

And then, watching her like that, waltz, you know, you're starting to stop loitering, and once again, you look like a hologram.

Guh......

- And I hugged her.

And Waltz uttered this to Lucia, who was in her breasts.

"Then you're just fine, right? Bucket things are bucket things. Let's get along, huh? Oh, but when we say too much bakery stuff, it's really gonna look like haunted, so this is exactly what we call our own bakery stuff, right?

That's what I said, Waltz giving Lucia his right pinky finger forward.

Meanwhile...

"... yeah?/(adv, adv-to) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

- Lucia, who didn't know what that pinky meant, at some point squeaked her face with tears and snot, tilts her neck at the same time as she raises her face.

Waltz, who saw it, smiled tenderly, wiping Lucia's tears away with his other hand, and began to explain to her what that pinky meant.

"You're going to tangle your little fingers with each other and say magic words? And when I let go of my fingers... I can't wait for my promise to come true. Don't you know?"

"... Never heard of it before"

"Oh yeah. So, you want to actually do it?

That said, Lucia tangles her own pinky finger there when Waltz gives her pinky finger again. Watching it, Waltz began to sing a frivolous song known to everyone in Japan, waving his connected fingers.

"~ ~ ♪ I cut my finger off!/(adv, adv-to) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

…………

"Huh? What was that supposed to mean? Well, of course... may Lucia's cry heal, is that what you wish for?

"What..."

"'Cause what you two promise each other can't do without mutual consent, can you? No matter how much I say it, it's just something I did on my own. So now that's a one-sided wish. We're going to do this, right? If you could agree to be sisters... could Lucia sing her current song too and let go of her fingers?

Listen to that word.

"... yeah. Okay."

- And so again, on Waltz's pinky finger, Lucia tangles her pinky finger.

And they began to sing.

Two frivolous songs spinning in a town with no one under the sky illuminated by a bright red sun setting beneath the horizon. It also looked like, at first glance, the last play of the day, where the girls who meet again tomorrow and promise to play meet.

But it's not, like, the song of the end, but the song of the beginning. It is a chant that vows a different (but not different) thought from now on to the far future. Even a waltz without magic is the only magic you can use - maybe you can describe it that way.

And...

"" ~ ~ ♪ I cut my finger off!

- With that word, the two pinkies were released.

At this moment, they exchanged promises to become sisters.