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I am Koro Usamimi, the original author of "Summer Dream (Kanon)" ð°
Today is the day of the sea â It is a holiday, so I have made a lot of progress in my production!
Through the novel "You are my Andromeda",
I hope your summer will be filled with wonderful memories... ð
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I also went to wish on Maco's world "Cozy for Tanabata" ð,
whom I met and befriended at the very beginning of Cluster ð

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Summer Dream Kanon
You are my Andromeda

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âšHere's some big news for you allâš
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We will be creating a separate account for music summary articles in the futureâ¬
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I initially thought about creating one for my metaverse (virtual), but decided to also create an account where I could easily store my creative works, such as music, comics, etc., in addition to my metaverse photos.
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The OP (opening song) and CL (closing song) will be presented together in a new account as soon as the article is completed!
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From now on, the novel will be even easier to read with the bilingual Japanese-English text!
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I have made use of the above sites and apps, but since I am uncertain to what extent they are worthy of commercial use as a creative award, I will post the music portion as a separate article, including the articles I have written so far.
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Now, I wholeheartedly present the English translation of "You are my Andromeda" (4) ðµ
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I did not go to physical therapy the next day.
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I told the doctor in the morning that I was having difficulty getting back into shape again, so I was taken to the exam room in the afternoon.
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I got ready as usual and asked the nurse to escort me to the examination room.
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I passed Rizu-chan on the way to the examination room.
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Our eyes met, and the hourglass in my heart stopped beating.
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Rizu-chan stares at me and her walking speed slows down a little.
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I saw Rizu-chan's mouth begin to move as she tried to speak.
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I feel a pang of guilt for having broken our "see you tomorrow" promise and missed the physical therapy session, and I quickly look away.
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The hourglass drops all the sand at once.
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My heart prickled and a strong feeling of self-loathing flowed from my heart into every vein in my body.
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Rizu-chan had done nothing wrong.
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For the next week or so, I did not participate in physical therapy even though Ms. Nishimura and the other nurses approached me.
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The physical therapist brought my drawing of the starry sky to my room.
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She said, "It's a lovely painting of the night sky. The colors are delicate and I can feel your attention to detail."
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"Thank you very much. But it's funny that you want to be a star..."
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"I could feel how much you love the stars. It's not about whether you can become a star or not, it's about how you feel."
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"That's right..."
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"You haven't participated in physical therapy for the past week, Have you grown tired of it?â
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"No, not at all. It's just that when I drew this picture, I thought I was being weird."
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"You really love the stars, don't you? Shirakawa-san also praised this picture very much. She said, "Your smile suits the stars! She said, "Aoka-chan's smile goes well with the stars!"
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"Rizu-chan...... Shirakawa-san?"
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"Yes, but she's leaving the hospital tomorrow."
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"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure. She's leaving the hospital?"
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"Her condition was getting better, so they decided to discharge her last week."
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"I see."
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"Why don't you say hello to her one last time...?"
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"..."
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"I've been worrying about Himemiya-san since she came to physical therapy, Shirakawa-san. Wouldn't you like to see her cheerful face one last time?"
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"I understand."
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"You don't have to force yourself to attend physical therapy, so please don't strain yourself."
ãçåŠçæ³ã«ã¯ç¡çããŠåå ããªããŠå€§äžå€«ã§ãã®ã§ç¡çãªãããªãã§ãã ããããã
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The physiotherapist's cell phone in the hospital makes a high-pitched beep.
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She looks at her cell phone and immediately closes it.
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"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I spoke too much. I'm sorry for interrupting."
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The physical therapist bowed her head and left the room.
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The sound of my sniffling echoed in the empty room.
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I cried quietly.
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I didn't think that my first friend would leave me so soon.
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How should I apologize?
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What face should I make to see her off?
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I'm afraid of going back to being alone again.
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My head was filled with thoughts of Rizu-chan.
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No matter how much I thought about it, I could not come up with an answer.
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In the end, I knew I had no choice but to go see her on a moment's notice.
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I moved to the washbasin in front of the mirror.
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"I look terrible..."
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I wash my soaking wet face with cold water.
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I had no choice but to say goodbye.
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I walk out into the hallway, worried that she will find out that I was crying.
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I saw Rizu-chan sitting on the sofa in the distance, drawing something.
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I made up my mind to get ready and started the wheelchair.
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As I approached her, Rizu-chan noticed me.
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"What, Aoka-chan?"
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I heard a pleasant voice that sounded like a bell for the first time in a week.
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âAh, um, I'm sorry about the other day..."
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"Is there something wrong? "Are you feeling better?"
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I said " I'd see you tomorrow, but I couldn't go, and I turned away from you in the hallway.... I'm feeling much better."
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"I'm glad to hear that. I was just worried when I saw you in the hallway because you didn't look well! There's nothing to apologize for."
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"I'm sorry, um...thank you?"
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"Yeah! , You came all the way here to tell me that?"
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"Well, I heard you're getting out tomorrow."
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"Oh...that's right."
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Rizu-chan's voice trembled a little.
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âUm, Shouldn't I have asked?"
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"I'm totally fine, But..."
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Rizu-chan choked on her words.
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"But...?"
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"I don't want to go home."
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"Really...?"
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"I couldn't go to school or stay home."
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"I see."
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"I feel like a bad kid for not being able to read."
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The bitterness lurking in the depths of her voice, which she forced to be cheerful, transmitted pain to my eardrums.
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The arm that could be seen through the gap in the sleeve had more new scars than before.
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"I don't think so."
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I put my own hand on Rizu-chan's trembling hand.
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"What?"
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I was about to cry from the two big eyes that were staring at me.
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"Rizu-chan is not a bad girl. You are a kind girl."
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Rizu-chan looks away shyly.
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"I wonder if that's true...?"
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"Yeah, don't change."
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"You too, Aoka-chan."
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Suddenly, I looked at what Rizu-chan was drawing.
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âWhat's this?â
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"My real future dream."
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There was a picture of two girls holding hands, not princesses.
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"Aren't you a princess?"
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"I'd rather be loved by one person than by everyone like a princess."
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"I think that's good. I think you can make that dream come true."
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"Hehe, thank you. I'll do my best."
ããžãžãããããšããé 匵ãããã
Overhead speakers broadcast the ward's news.
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'Please return to your rooms to receive your pre-dinner medication.'
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"I have to go back because I have to take my medicine. Well, it was a short time..."
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Rizu-chan interrupts my words.
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"I'll see you again somewhere else. I'll be waiting for you."
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"Yeah, thank you."
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"Hehe, I'm so embarrassed. Don't break it next time, okay?"
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§ãããªããæ¬¡ã¯ç Žããªãã§ãïœïŒã
Rizu-chan stood up with a mischievous smile.
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"Until then, take care."
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"Thank you, Aoka-chan."
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We waved at each other and I returned to my room.
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It had been a long time since I tasted the medicine before eating.
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It tasted bitter and sad.
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I was sure that the two girls in Rizu-chan's picture were me and Rizu-chan.
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We were standing next to the wheelchair, holding hands.
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After Rizu-chan was discharged from the hospital, time went on as if it were flowing.
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After a few days, I was able to participate in physical therapy, and my physical strength was restored through rehabilitation.
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I was able to walk a short distance.
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Nothing happened and time just passed.
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Then, I was discharged from the hospital just as I was about to enter the fourth grade.
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I began going to school in the spring.
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I packed my textbooks in a red school bag with no scratches and carried it on my front.
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I couldn't walk under stress, so I was in a wheelchair to move around the school.
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I went to the hospital for repeated medical checkups and rehabilitation, I attended what I longed for: school.
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I was able to catch up on my studies without any inconvenience because I was in an in-hospital class and was doing school assignments.
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Relationships were more complicated.
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âYour name is Aoka-chan! Nice to meet you~!"
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âAh, yes, nice to meet you...!"
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My smile was pulled back in nervousness.
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âMy name is Minami! Call me whatever you like."
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"Yeah...!"
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"Do you have a favorite thing, Aoka-chan?"
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"...Pictures and stars, maybe?"
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Minami-chan made a troubled face.
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"I see...hmmm...that's kind of great!"
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"Thank you?"
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Minami-chan smiled with a hint of a smile and joined the circle of girls.
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After that, I noticed the girls giggling as they glanced at me.
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I didn't know what I had done wrong, so I just thought about it until it was time to leave school.
äœãééã£ãã®ããããããäžæ ¡æéãŸã§ã¯ã²ããããã®ããšãèããã
I didn't fit in with the rest of the group for the rest of the day.
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Minami-chan spoke to me.
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"Aoka-chan, will you tell Minami the answer?"
ããããã¡ãããã¿ãªã¿ã«çãæããŠïŒã
"Aoka-chan, take Minami's baggage to the class, too."
ããããã¡ãããã¿ãªã¿ã®è·ç©ãç§»åæå®€æã£ãŠè¡ã£ãŠïœã
"Aoka-chan, I'm so jealous that you get to observe physical education."
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Minami-chan got angry when the other children talked to me.
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She said, "Don't you think it's wrong to favor Aoka-chan just because she's not in good shape?"
ãäœãæªãããã£ãŠãããã¡ãããã²ããããã®ã¯éãããªãïŒã
"Drawing pictures during recess looks like you're proud of yourself, don't you think?"
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If she didn't like me, she should have said so.
ç§ã®ããšãå«ããªãã¯ã£ããããèšã£ãŠãããã°ããã®ã«ã
But it was not so.
ã§ããããããªãã£ãã
I was in the same class with Minami-chan for three years from the fourth to the sixth grade.
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I felt like I had been playing the big bad for three years.
倧å¶ãäžå¹Žé匟ãç¶ããæ°åã ã£ãã
The situation changed in the summer of 6th grade.
ç¶æ³ãå€ãã£ãã®ã¯6幎çã®å€ã®ããšã
When Minami-chan went to the bathroom, there was a girl who quietly talked to me.
ã¿ãªã¿ã¡ããããææŽãã«è¡ã£ããšãã«ãããã£ãšè©±ããããŠãããåãããã
Rin-chan, whose trademark was a white chou chou with a slicked-back ponytail.
ããããã®ãããŒããŒã«ã«çœãã·ã¥ã·ã¥ããã¬ãŒãããŒã¯ã®ããã¡ããã
She is always with Minami.
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"Aokacchi~?"
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"Minami is really kind, so you can say you don't like what you don't like."
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"I see... Well, she probably doesn't dislike it, so it's okay."
ããããªãã âŠããã£ãšããã¶ãå«ãããªããã倧äžå€«ã ãã
"Probably?"
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"It's my fault for not being able to speak well in the first place..."
ãããããããŸã話ããªãç§ãæªããâŠã
"That's not true. You're talking right now."
ããããªããšãªããä»è©±ããŠããããïŒã
"Oh, um... Yes, thank you."
ãããããã£ãšâŠãããã ããããããšãã
"Minami seems to like Aokacchi's drawings."
ãã¿ãªã¿ããããã£ã¡ã®çµµå¥œãããããã
"Oh, really?"
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Rin-chan.
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I heard a voice later.
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"Hey!"
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Minami-chan was standing there with teary eyes.
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"Rin, why are you saying that? I told you not to say that!"
ãããããªãã§ããèšã£ã¡ããã®ïŒèšããªãã§ã£ãŠãã£ããããïŒã
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just be nice to her."
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Rin-chan laughed and returned to her seat.
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Minami-chan continued to stare at me in silence.
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She stared at me with her mouth puffed out and teary eyes.
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After a minute, I couldn't stand it any longer and opened my mouth.
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"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that...?"
ããã£ãšãç§èããªãã£ãããšã«ãããã©âŠïŒã
"It doesn't matter. Minami, I like your drawings."
ãå¥ã«ãããã¿ãªã¿ããããã¡ããã®çµµå¥œããã
"Is that so?"
ãããâŠãªã®ïŒã
"But I was frustrated because Minami was the best in our class."
ãã§ããã¿ãªã¿ãã¯ã©ã¹ã§äžçªçµµããŸãã£ãããæããã£ãã
"Minami is good at drawing, too."
ãâŠã¿ãªã¿ã¡ãããçµµããŸããïŒã
"Aoka-chan was better."
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"..."
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"Your drawings are like a feeling that jumps out at you. Minami can't do that."
ããããã¡ããã®çµµã¯æ°æã¡ãé£ã³èŸŒãã§ããæããããã¿ãªã¿ããã§ããªãããã
"Minami, you can do it."
ãã¿ãªã¿ã¡ãããªãã§ããããã
"I can't do it."
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"I don't think you'll know unless you try."
ããã£ãŠã¿ãªããåãããªãããªã£ãŠæããã©ãªã
The first thing that comes out of my mouth is that I shut my mouth in a hurry.
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Minami's face was a little cloudy, so I closed my eyes tightly, preparing to get scolded by her.
ã¿ãªã¿ã¡ããã®é¡ãå°ãæã£ãã®ã§ãæãããæºåãããŠç®ããã¥ããšéããã
She said, "...... Then, Aoka-chan, teach Minami how to draw. "
ãâŠâŠãããããããã¡ãããã¿ãªã¿ã«çµµæããŠãã ã
âHeh?"
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"I promise."
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Keen corn kern corn.
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With those words, Minami-chan returned to her seat.
ãã®èšèã ããããŠã¿ãªã¿ã¡ããã¯åžã«æ»ã£ãã
The next day, we began two hours of after-school painting lessons.
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I wondered how I could teach her to draw.
çµµã£ãŠã©ããã£ãŠæããã°ãããã ããã
As I was thinking about it, Minami-chan, who was sitting across from me, was twirling her pen, looking bored.
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"Aoka-sensei, hurry up!â
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"What shall I draw?"
ãäœæãã£ãâŠïŒã
"Well, in the classroom."
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"Okay."
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At first, the pencil was nervous about the presence of people and did not move forward, but as time passed, it started moving smoothly.
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After completing some sketches, I used a pen to trace lines neatly on top.
ããçšåºŠãããµã³ãæžãŸããŠãã³ã§äžããç·ã綺éºã«ãªããã
She asked, "Aoka-sensei, how do you draw the expressions in the classroom?"
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çãæå®€ã®è¡šæ
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The first serious face I saw was lit orange by the setting sun.
åããŠèŠãçå£ãªé¡ã¯å€æ¥ã«ãªã¬ã³ãžã«ç
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"I draw lines while imagining who made this place and how they made it and what they are thinking about as they spend their time here...?"
ã誰ãã©ããªé¢šã«ãã®å Žæãäœã£ãŠäœãæ³ã£ãŠéãããŠããã®ããæ³åããªããç·ãæãâŠããªïŒã
"It's difficult! But I kinda get it. I'll give it a try."
ãããŒãŒãŒãé£ããïŒã§ããªããšãªãããã£ãããã£ãŠã¿ããã
"Yeah, that's good."
ããããããã£ãã
My cheeks relaxed.
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"What a teacher, you can laugh normally."
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"I laugh sometimes too.... I'm embarrassed to be called teacher..."
ãç§ã ã£ãŠããŸã«ã¯ç¬ããâŠããŠãããå
çã£ãŠåŒã°ããã®æ¥ãããããâŠãã
"I want to make this time special. No?"
ããã®æéãç¹å¥ã«ããããªã£ãŠããã¡ïŒã
"No, but..."
ãã ããããªããã©ã
"Yay"
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I looked at the clock and saw that it was ten minutes before dismissal time.
ãµãšæèšãèŠããšäžæ ¡æéã®åååã«ãªã£ãŠããã
"It was time to go home."
ãããããæéã ãåž°ãããã
"You'll do the coloring tomorrow?"
ãè²å¡ãã¯ææ¥ïŒã
"Yes, I guess so. I'll see you tomorrow."
ãããã ãããŸãããâŠã
"Hmm? What's up, teacher?"
ããïŒå
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"See you next time."
ããŸã次ãã
I told her that because I didn't know what tomorrow would bring.
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We would paint a picture together and go home together.
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As we kept repeating this, our hearts gradually opened up to each other.
ãããç¹°ãè¿ããŠãããã¡ã«å°ããã€å¿ãæã¡è§£ããŠãã£ãã
"What do you want to draw after school today, Aoka?â
ããããã仿¥æŸèª²åŸäœæãïŒã
"What do you want to draw, Minami?"
ãã¿ãªã¿ã¯äœæãããïŒã
"What do you like~?"
ãäœãããããïœïŒã
When we were talking, Rin-chan looked sad and said.
äºäººã§è©±ããŠãããšããã¡ãããããã£ãšããé¡ã§èšãã
"Stop talking about pictures all the time."
ããããçµµã®è©±ã°ã£ãããããŠããããã
"Sorry, sorry~."
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The season passed and winter came.
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As I was painting as usual, Minami looked out the window at the snow falling and said.
ãã€ãéãçµµãæããŠãããšã¿ãªã¿ãçªã®å€ã«éãéªãèŠã€ããŠèšã£ãã
"We graduate next month."
ãæ¥æã§åæ¥ã ããã
"But we're going to junior high school together, right?"
ãã§ãäžåŠãäžç·ã§ããïŒã
âThatâs true, but we canât draw together after school because of club activities, right?"
ãããã ãã©ãéšæŽ»ãšãã§æŸèª²åŸäºäººã§ã¯æããªããããïŒã
"Oh. I might join the art club."
ããããç§ã¯çŸè¡éšå
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"I see."
ããã£ãããã
"You won't join?"
ãã¿ãªã¿ã¯å
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"I just like to draw with my teacher."
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"I see. I'm a little embarrassed."
ããããªãã ãâŠã¡ãã£ãšç
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"You laugh a lot now, don't you?"
ãå
çã£ãŠããç¬ãããã«ãªã£ããããã
"Thanks to Minami."
ãã¿ãªã¿ã®ãããã ããã
"How about?"
ãã©ãããªïŒã
"I like this time."
ããã®æé奜ãã ããã
"I'm glad. I wish this time could go on forever."
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Keen corn kern corn.
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"Ha-ha-ha."
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We both smiled broadly at the ill-timed sound of the chime.
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"Well, I'll see you next time."
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"Yeah, next time."
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The winter that I wanted to last the most in my life ended quickly, and just as I was beginning to feel spring, we celebrated our graduation ceremony.
人çã§äžçªç¶ããŠã»ããã£ãå¬ã¯ãã£ããªãçµããæ¥ãæãå§ãããããç§ãã¡ã¯åæ¥åŒãè¿ããã
Rin-chan told Minami and me that she had decided to enter a private junior high school in the city for the junior high school entrance examination.
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Minami cried so hard that I cried too.
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The three of us hugged each other and broke up, shouting that we loved each other.
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We both waved big hands to Rin-chan, who was going home in the opposite direction.
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Minami and I were on our way home from elementary school for the last time.
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Minami, who couldn't stop crying and having hiccups, spoke with her face all sticky.
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She said, "Aoka, don't go anywhere, please."
ããããã£ãã©ãã«ãã£ãè¡ããªãã§ã£ã
"I'm not going anywhere."
ãã©ãã«ããããªãããã
"Is there a "next time?""
ãâãŸãã£æ¬¡ã£âããã£ïŒã
"Yes, Minami, don't cry."
ãããããã¿ãªã¿æ³£ããªãã§ãã
Before I knew it, Minami started pushing my wheelchair.
ã¿ãªã¿ã¯ãã€ããç§ã®è»ãããæŒããŠãããããã«ãªã£ãã
"Minami, squat a little.â
ãã¿ãªã¿ã¡ãã£ãšããããã§ã
I turned around and looked at Minami's face.
æ¯ãè¿ã£ãŠã¿ãªã¿ã®é¡ãèŠãã
"Like this?"
ãããïŒã
I took a petal of cherry blossom from Minami's head and showed it to her.
ã¿ãªã¿ã®é ã«ã€ããæ¡ã®è±ã³ãããšã£ãŠèŠããã
âThank you.â
ãããããšãã
"I won't go away."
ãç§ã¯ã©ã£ãè¡ã£ããããªãããã
She patted her head and looked forward.
é ããªã§ãŠåãåãã
"Your ears are getting red because of something you can't do. Sensei."
ããªããªãããšããŠè³èµ€ããªã£ãŠããïŒå
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"Don't call me sensei!"
ãå
çã£ãŠãããªã£ïŒã
"I'm glad you opened up to me."
ãç§ã¯ããããå¿éããŠãããŠããã£ããã
"Yeah, that's the power of painting."
ããããçµµã®åã ãã
"I want to remember this view forever."
ããã®æ¯è²ãã£ãšèŠããŠãããã
"Do you want to paint it?"
ããããæãïŒã
"Yeah, I'll draw."
ããããæããã
We painted the cherry blossoms and the road home together.
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It was our last after-school time in a different place.
ãã€ããšéãå Žæã§ããæåŸã®æŸèª²åŸæéã
Our graduation ceremony was over.
ç§ãã¡ã®åæ¥åŒã¯çµãã£ãã
"See you next time."
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"See you next time, Sensei."
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In the season of falling cherry blossoms, we went on to junior high school.
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