"Classmates from the same year" is a phrase filled with many complicated meanings.
What is the feeling that forms between people in their youth, so ambiguous and indistinct, yet still there after all those long years, even growing heavier? What does that feeling hold? <
Guri: It must be hatred. I always feel Sakazuki would twist my head off if he found out I wasn't dead.
Sakazuki: Hmph.
Major Gaiafa Guri, a student from Instructor Zephyr's first class at the Naval Academy's First Division, died a heroic death about thirty years ago.
Today, Guri is still wondering whether she should return to the Navy and tell her mentor and friends that she never actually kicked the bucket.
[Original version]
A single scene can stay with you for a lifetime.
The warm sunlight, the dry, yellowing grass, and beneath the shade of a tree, a lovely girl whose smile was beautiful beyond words. Like a sleepy new sprout, she yawned lazily and smiled at him. Dirt and blades of grass clung to her face, and she gave off a... a leafy sort of smell. It was hard to describe, impossible to put into words, but he didn't dislike it.
"Good morning. The sun is so warm today. Maybe it's because you're here, Sakazuki. You've always been such a warm person."
She always said things like that, as if she truly believed, deep down, that he was the so-called warm sort of person.
But he wasn't warm at all.
When he turned around, he saw her drenched in blood. The crumbling rocks gradually buried her face beneath chunks of flesh and dirt. And he was walking away from that place, step by step, fleeing from her side.
He had become a deserter, a thoroughly dishonorable one. It was the right thing to do. He hadn't done anything wrong. He couldn't save her. But he wasn't what she had said he was. He wasn't warm at all.
Not warm at all...
[↑ This blurb is fake. Don't believe it.]
Guri: I think I'll just go back and pick up the neighbor's grandson after school...
The plot is probably about dying and coming back to life. Yay XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Theme:
Zefa: I... Porusalino: I... Sakaski: I... Fujitora smiled: I... So many old men hahahaha
No matter whether you are angry or happy, you have to make a fool of yourself (?ε`;) Sakaski, you are so difficult~
Rounding it all off, we're on a date, huh?
Ape, please give good advice to the dog(??)
Sakaski: Angry from shame. Jpg
The part about Xinqin was already obvious at the time, and it wasn't a particularly obscure description, but I thought this part would be expanded upon later. This may also explain one of the reasons why the right priest dotes on her. It feels a bit compensatory. In short, it is a very unhealthy relationship in the first place. It's a little regretful that I didn't wait for more descriptions of Sakaski and Molly's relationship. I was still looking forward to it. I couldn't help but laugh when I imagined the image of a family of three. Rounding things off, Zefa can be considered a grandson!
It's a pretty stable triangle relationship! (No)
How can Sakaski be so cute?
Ah ah ah, I want to buy marshmallows and put them all over Yuanyuan's bedside.
I laughed like a dog in the middle of the night hahahahaha