In a classroom, two students are chatting
"Not much time left"
"Well, you have to work harder and try to get a good score in the college entrance examination."
"Okay, so are you. You have lived in this shabby dormitory of this shabby school for three years. I hope you can go to a university with better dormitory conditions."
After saying that, he glanced out the window
"It's getting late, I'm going home first"
"Okay, see you tomorrow"
"See you tomorrow"
Although they said they would see each other tomorrow, they could not meet again tomorrow. The boarding students in this school were involved in the Rule Monster Incident and suffered heavy casualties. The people who died in the Rule Monster were all erased from the real world, so from now on, he was the only one left among them.
But this weird talk about the rules is just the tip of the iceberg of the whole change, and more partings are still waiting to happen.
An old composition book records a conversation in scrawled handwriting:
"Remember the first time we met?"
"I'm sorry, although it's not nice to forget this kind of thing, but I did forget it."
"Don't you keep talking about throwing me to the ground twenty times?"
"I don't think you want to hear this."
"Hey, actually, this matter is related to what I want to say. Specifically, I actually encountered a problem when I went there, and there are two ways to solve the problem."
"One is what we are doing now. This method can be realized mainly because of your appearance. The other method is the reason why I fell to the ground twenty times after seeing you. You should have heard a saying, "For the weak, fighting to the last man is a luxurious fantasy." Compared to unknown forces, we are weak."
"You are the dawn formed by the strength of our ancestors. When you appear, there is hope in the struggle. However, even if you do not appear, we are not ready to give up. Our plan at that time was to delay as much time as possible with the sacrifice of our generation. This is a cruel road, so your appearance is the reason why I fell down so many times in a row."
"Wow, that's amazing. But isn't this too heroic? Don't you hate this kind of thing?"
"It can't be said that. First of all, your appearance is due to the efforts of our ancestors. Secondly, your role is to break the barriers between us and unknown forces. The specific struggle still depends on everyone's efforts."
"Oh, that's right..."
"Let's go, our rest time is over. Also, you should be more serious from now on. After all, you are the result of the sacrifices of our ancestors. Being too casual is not a qualified behavior."
"Actually, that sentence is incomplete. "For the weak, fighting to the last man is a luxurious fantasy." The second half of this sentence is, "But when people are willing to risk their lives for a simple dream, this dream will never be just a dream." The people who break the barriers are all those who work hard for it."
"What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, let's go."
This is a cruel, fierce but hopeful war, the most real and illusory era. But the absurd thing is that when the war was about to end, a strange man appeared. This world was just a dream, and in reality, there were more ruthless troubles.
The handwriting of the last paragraph of this conversation is slightly better than the previous one. This seems to be the emotion of the recorder, but no one cares about it now.
Intent: This is a relaxing dream