My youth story cannot be a knight war

The one who is really unwilling to move on is actually Kyosuke Kousaka himself. He has always bound himself to the past, unwilling to leave that scarred past and truly move towards a new future.

Otherwise, I should have agreed to her confession at that time and embraced my own happiness.

Kyosuke Kousaka smiled bitterly, raised his lowered head, and was about to set out on the road back home again.

tread.

He stepped onto the road that had been covered with a layer of white snow at some point in time, and was about to walk down.

——But after that, Kousaka Kyosuke could no longer take even a small step. Not only that, his body seemed to be under a spell and could not move at all.

After a long while, he spoke quietly.

"How can it be……"

Kyosuke Kousaka slowly raised his trembling right hand and took off the sunglasses that covered the upper half of his face, revealing his equally trembling eyes.

pat!

His left hand that was holding the sack loosened unconsciously, and a large amount of true chocolates suddenly leaked out of the sack that was not tied with a rope, and slid a long way on the road covered with frost and snow.

But Kyosuke Kousaka no longer cared about all this. His eyes were fixed on the slope below, without any sign of moving.

Because there was a person standing at the bottom of the ramp.

This may sound strange. Why would Kyosuke Kousaka, a man who is recognized by everyone as a great hero, be so shocked and even lose his mind when standing at the bottom of the slope?

But if there were people who were familiar with that person present, no one would be surprised by Kyosuke Kousaka's reaction, because even they would be shocked.

It was just because the figure was wearing a brown windbreaker, his tall and upright figure was like a flagpole, and his short white hair fluttering in the wind, making him look like a tall green pine soaked in snow.

The figure looking forward seemed to have heard Kyosuke Kousaka's voice and turned to look at him on the slope. Because the distance was too far, Kyosuke Kousaka could not see what the man looked like.

But even without seeing his face, Kyosuke Kousaka could recognize who it was just by looking at his back and hair.

Just because they had trusted each other with their backs in each other's most difficult moments, put their lives in each other's hands, and protected each other's lives, how could they still feel unfamiliar with each other's backs?

But how is this possible?

Because that person has already... has already—

It's never coming back!

The white-haired figure turned his head again and walked towards the road ahead.

"and many more!"

When Kyosuke Kousaka saw the familiar figure walking away, his expression suddenly changed. His feet, which had seemed frozen, regained the ability to move and he quickly ran down the slope, leaving clear footprints on the snow-covered slope.

The sack of chocolates was just abandoned here, feeling lonely and even a little pitiful.

"Wait a minute! You--Wow!?"

Kyosuke Kousaka saw the figure walking into the corner of the road while running. He shouted anxiously, but accidentally stepped on a smooth stone and fell down. Kyosuke Kousaka reflexively put his hands in front of his face to prevent scratches.

After rolling to the bottom of the slope, he immediately stood up with his hands. His strong physique ensured that he suffered almost no damage. He looked around while panting.

His sharp eyes immediately locked onto the road ahead. At the end of the road, the familiar figure in white turned around and walked into another corner.

"!"

Kousaka Kyosuke gritted his teeth and immediately ran to catch up. He only hated himself for suddenly thinking of walking back today. If he had driven, he would have caught up with him long ago!

But besides his excitement, he also felt a kind of indescribable fear and confusion. Why did he appear here? No, why could he appear here?

He has not already, already...

"Wait a moment……"

The land covered by snow and wind reappeared before his eyes, and the figure was swallowed up after walking into the snow. He never came back, and thus he set foot on his own battlefield alone.

Recalling the back figure he last saw a year ago, Kousaka Kyosuke ran so fast that he almost broke his teeth with such force. It was a memory he would never forget.

Why, why are you here...

"Wait a moment……"

Kyosuke Kousaka tried desperately to catch up with the figure, but no matter how fast he ran, the figure always appeared far away at the end of his sight. Every time when Kyosuke Kousaka rushed to his original position, he would only see the figure appear at the end of another intersection. The distance between the two had never been shortened.

Kyosuke Kousaka felt as if he was chasing not a person, but an illusion, an illusion from the past, an illusion that had long been buried by time.

But how can people catch up with time?

"I said wait a minute—"

Kyosuke Kousaka, panting, grabbed the railing in front of him with one hand, looked up unwillingly at the figure who disappeared from his sight after crossing the last step of the overpass stairs, and forced himself to catch up with him, dragging his almost exhausted body.

Kyosuke Kousaka felt that his lungs were as hot as magma at this moment, and every breath of air he exhaled was so hot that it condensed into an almost substantial white mist in the cold air. But even so, he still walked up the stairs stubbornly, like an unwilling mortal walking towards the steps leading to heaven with the strength of his own flesh and blood.

Finally, he walked up the last step and stepped onto the top of the overpass, and those words could no longer be shouted out of his mouth.

"——————Taimu Seat!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A year later, this name was called out by Kyosuke Kousaka again. It seemed that time had not taken away his familiarity with this name at all. A year seemed to have passed just like yesterday, even his farewell to himself.

"Wait……"

Kyosuke Kousaka stopped trying to persuade her to stay and stared blankly at the figure standing not far away.

He just stood there and didn't move.

Now that he saw this figure again up close, Kyosuke Kousaka's original doubts were finally put to rest, because now he could confirm it.

——There is no mistake, the figure behind is none other than Zaimokuza Yoshiki.

"How-how could you???"

Kyosuke Kousaka held the railing of the overpass with one hand and walked towards Zaimokuza with unsteady steps in disbelief. However, he still stood there, showing no signs of moving like before.

Kyosuke Kousaka stopped and looked at the figure close in front of him. He opened and closed his mouth but could not utter any words, as if all languages ​​were frozen in this cold night. His right hand raised tremblingly.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki seemed to finally sense the presence of Kyosuke Kousaka. He turned his head slightly, revealing the familiar half of his face and mouth. Kyosuke Kousaka was so excited that he was about to pat him on the shoulder.

——Swish.

The sudden blowing of ice and snow was bone-chillingly cold. It brushed across Kyosuke Kousaka's face, completely freezing his expression.

Just as his hand was about to touch Zaimokuza's shoulder, he suddenly turned into pure white particles in his sight, shattered before his eyes, and was swept away by the wind.

There was nothing in front of me again.

"—"

The raised right hand remained stiff in mid-air and did not come down for a long time.

After a long time, Kyosuke Kousaka's raised right hand finally fell down weakly. He looked as if his spine had been taken away. He stood with his back against the guardrail, his upper body leaning forward, and remained silent.

He looked down at the fallen snow piled on the overpass in front of him. His eyes hidden by his bangs were so dim that people who knew him could not imagine that this was the warrior who was not afraid even in the face of death.

"...?"

After a long time, the warmth coming from behind and the light passing before his eyes made Kyosuke Kousaka's eyes slightly stunned, and he turned his head to look behind him.

——In front of me is a small town that shines in the darkness.

In the pitch-black night, all the houses in the town were covered with a layer of white coat under the falling snow. Lights were on in every household, and the rows of houses were shining in the darkness. Countless tiny lights combined into a grand light. This dazzling light illuminated the entire town. The light of this town seemed to resist the long night that was coming, and it was like a dazzling star on land in the dark night.

Kyosuke Kousaka stared blankly at the shining town in front of him, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

Suddenly, he finally remembered.

He had been here, he had been here, just over a year ago, with Zaimokuza!

At that time, they had just dealt with the unidentified life form No. 40 and happened to pass by here when they were about to return to Tokyo.

Kyosuke Kousaka remembered that at that time Zaimokuza dragged himself here in broad daylight with an excited look on his face, pointed at the town and said that if he stood here and looked at it, the scenery would be very beautiful when the lights were on at night, especially when it snowed, the scenery would be even more beautiful and fascinating.

Kyosuke Kousaka didn't care much about these things because he was thinking about some issues regarding the unidentified life form case at that time, so he just asked Zaimokuza why he brought him here.

At that time, Zaimokuza said—

"...!"

Kyosuke Kousaka's eyes slowly opened wide, and his trembling eyes reflected the intoxicatingly beautiful scenery before him, but they could not conceal the intense emotions surging in his eyes.

He slowly turned his head and looked to the right, where a white-haired young man with a smile on his face appeared.

——That was Zaimokuza Yoshiki from a year ago. At this moment, he turned around and said to him with a smile.

[“Because I feel that the incident with the unconfirmed life form will be over soon, so when that time comes I want to bring you here again, Mr. Kosaka, to have a look. It’s very beautiful!”]

【“Why are you telling me this?”】

[“Because I thought that by then I should have already set out to continue my adventure, and maybe Mr. Kosaka would feel lonely because of my absence, so I wanted to tell you about this place first. If you feel depressed or lonely, you can come here to have a look. It is really beautiful here at night, especially when it snows, which gives people a feeling of cleansing the soul. I also discovered this place by accident, so I also hope that you, Mr. Kosaka, can laugh when you see the scenery.”]

[“It’s a promise. After defeating all the Gurongis, I will bring you here, Mr. Kousaka, and I will definitely let you see the scenery I saw that day. And I believe that after the Gurongis are gone, this scenery will be even more beautiful.”]

[“I want to protect everyone’s smiles, but I rarely see you smile, Mr. Kousaka, so I thought that maybe I could make you smile here, after all—”]

[“The smile I want to protect also includes Mr. Kousaka’s!”]

The smile of Zaimokuza Yoshiki that day was now shining in front of Kyosuke Kousaka's eyes and in his memory, like a bright light illuminating the path to his future.

"That idiot..."

Kyosuke Kousaka clenched his fists and placed them on the guardrail, lowered his head towards the glittering town in front of him, his body trembling slightly.

Tick-tick-tick-tick…

A few drops of water fell on the guardrail, blooming into water flowers.

——Kyosuke Kousaka, the tears he had been holding back for a year finally could no longer be suppressed and flowed from his eyes, running down his clenched teeth face, and falling drop by drop onto the guardrail under his fists, the warm tears melting the floating snow on top.

Even though you are no longer here, are you still abiding by the promise you made to me and guiding me here?

He raised his lowered face, and his eyes filled with tears gazed at the beautiful world in front of him. The corners of his mouth twitched and slowly curled up.

This was the first time in more than a year that he smiled so genuinely without any falsehood or sadness.

You are right, Zaimokuza, the world is really beautiful without Gurongi, as beautiful as a sparkling diamond. Smiles are gradually appearing on everyone's face, and those are the smiles that you are protecting.

Is this the reason why you want to protect this world even at the cost of becoming the ultimate darkness?

You really did it. You fulfilled that playful promise. You protected this world and everyone's smiles. Even after you left, you protected my smile.

The world is beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people linger and don’t want to leave.

——But in such a beautiful world full of smiles, the only thing missing is you and your smile.

(Finish)

Extra · WILD POLICE STORY (1)

Beikacho, Minato-ku, Tokyo.

09:23 AM

Da da da--

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground echoed in the cemetery in the early morning, and a slender figure in a black windbreaker was projected on the ground where the fog still remained.

Wearing a mask and sunglasses, Kyosuke Kousaka walked silently past the towering tombstones with a bunch of white forget-me-nots in his hand. His lonely figure walking among the tombstones looked like a messenger taking the dead to the underworld from a distance. His steady footsteps were a requiem, soothing the pain and mourning of those left behind.

His eyes were staring straight ahead under his sunglasses, not distracted by anything around him, and his steps did not pause at all. It was obvious that this was not his first time here.

"You...are late..."

"Sorry, sorry... there are too many things..."

"I swore to avenge this kid."

In the cemetery not far ahead, there were several blurry figures gathered in front of a tombstone and talking. The vague voices gradually became clearer as the distance got closer.

"?"

Hearing these voices, Kyosuke Kousaka couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Besides himself, there were other people coming to pay tribute to the dead today?

But this was not a strange thing. After all, worship was not a memorial day. One could come anytime if they wanted, so Kousaka Kyosuke quickly stopped paying attention and continued walking.

But the direction he wanted to go was just one position to the left of those worshippers, so he had to pass by them and go around the corner formed by tombstones. Four figures were standing in front of a tombstone, talking and laughing.

These people are all police officers.