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Trail Manifestation Gear, Panacea, Immortality, and Contradiction
Author: TAKAYA
Translated by GPTweb
Check red by takaya「simplized but be live life real enjoy too hoolay moods from translation whatever not my businesses human said by youkaimodetakaya」
15/15
From Clear Skies to Clouded Skies
After Enyo and Hiiragi had finished their business, Enyo found herself feeling vaguely unsettled on the way home, so she took a form that was closer to male as she headed back.
Even after changing her route a little, there was no sign that anything would happen. Lost in thought, she walked home at a slightly slower pace than on the way there, making her way toward the house where her foster grandparents were waiting.
Enyo thought, “According to Hiiragi’s light little hypothesis, my intellectual curiosity, whether hope or despair, clean or dirty, no matter what it was, might have been the source or trigger for the manifestation of my Trail Gear. If that is true, then the moment I thought I might want to receive a scholarship and go to school, I remembered that I still had to take care of Grandpa and Grandma, and that thought came to a stop. Ah… come to think of it, how am I supposed to receive the payment?”
Enyo looked down at the device she had been issued. Standing still in the forest, she examined it carefully and precisely, reading through the items. From what she understood without overthinking it, the money and points deposited into the terminal could be used for most daily life even in countries with different currencies. She also understood that cashing it out at a counter would involve different exchange rates and different fees.
Right. Everything beyond that belonged to a world where laws and the eyes of others would become intensely invasive. Perhaps Enyo’s danger-sensing ability had worked yet again, and perhaps the time she spent standing still had helped her avoid some sort of trouble.
Enyo did not think too deeply about having lost her first time through prostitution. Instead, she vaguely tried making a sound.
“Ahー, ahー. Even though I’m among the trees, there’s no smell of death at all.”
She thought, “Maybe I just don’t have much experience with that sort of thing.”
“I’ll show Grandpa and Grandma my human form and surprise them. Then on the way home, I’ll buy them some extravagant food that smells safe.”
On her way back, Enyo bought not a meat hamburger steak, but a steakinburg made by kneading in all kinds of ingredients like food-as-medicine, then cut with the bone-cutting knife used for pike conger. She also selected and bought the freshest colorful vegetables, choosing even more carefully from among them. Then she arrived home.
Grandpa and Grandma were nowhere to be seen.
There was an envelope labeled “Oki-gaki,” a written farewell. Inside, it said that they had known Enyo could take human form. It said they were sorry. Grandpa and Grandma had not been Trail Manifesters. It said that, out of worry for her, they had gone to the public office and confirmed her official family registration, then made Enyo their heir. At the part saying, “Your name is too long, you know,” a little strength, and a little voice, spilled out of her.
“Don’t die like some story template… Grandpa… Grandma…”
Enyo continued reading the postscript that was also a will.
Near the end of the thick envelope labeled “Oki-gaki,” there was a hidden safe sealed with a light material. It required her paw pad, her half-beast form, and her human form. It was biometric authentication made specifically for Enyo.
Inside were another letter and bundles of cash.
“Go to whatever school you like. If you sell the house and land, you should be able to live in the countryside. If the house finds a renter, that should help you survive. We are sorry we could only leave you enough savings to live on.”
“I don’t have much academic knowledge, so I’ll aim for somewhere with cheap tuition… Grandpa, Grandma, thank you.”
Enyo had become a cute girl again.
With no one to rely on, and with no one to write it down for her, Enyo thought about the event quietly in her heart.
“If I stay a cute girl and act friendly, maybe I can hear all sorts of stories from people who know both the sweet and bitter sides of life. Is that calculation? Will I regret what happened yesterday later on? Any further than this and I feel like I’ll enter the realm of pure fantasy, so I’ll stop.”
“I should’ve done the whole ‘dig here, woof woof’ thing.”
Enyo ate a little of the steakinburg, stored the rest in the refrigerator, and fell asleep while choosing schools. As she drifted off, she had no thoughts at all about the Garbage Bastard Old Man’s journal, and she slept peacefully.
At the same time…
Kasei was wasting time digital surfing. Being his age, he passed the time loosely, thinking that the beautiful otokonoko he had just happened to come across looked exactly like the insanely cute girl he had seen a few days earlier.
The word “Leave!” came out, so I’ll leave.
A strange translation of an old saying came out.
It is a gifted line for those who become lonely, and also an antithesis to monotheism. But maybe it was not that persistent, and maybe I was able to step away.
If “Die!” or “Write!” comes out again, I’ll write.
