Otherside Picnic: Volume 8 [Parts 1 to 8] by Iori Miyazawa

Author:Iori Miyazawa
Language: eng
Format: epub

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I was lost in thought on my way home. I nearly missed my stop on the train.

The bus had just arrived as I was disembarking from the Saikyo Line at Minami-Yono Station, so I got aboard. It was a lucky thing too, because it was starting to rain. I sat in an empty seat towards the front, gazing out the window. Headlights drifted past on a street the sun had set on.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t understand everything Natsumi and Kozakura had said to me.

An undefined relationship made people uneasy, so they wanted things put in some concrete form. That was probably what Toriko was hoping for me to do. Toriko needed a relationship she could put an easy to understand name on, like saying we were dating, or we were lovers.

But that was exactly what I was so caught up on.

“I think it already has a form, though...”

Can’t we be “accomplices”?

That was the relationship Toriko presented me with the day we went Kunekune hunting. Maybe she didn’t understand just how important that word, which represented the two of us, was to me.

“Did you know? They say that being accomplices is the closest kind of relationship in the world.”

I hadn’t understood it myself at first. The vague word “accomplices” had taken on a clearer and clearer outline as we explored the other world, and became irreplaceable to me before I knew it.

Two people who share a secret no one else knows. A pair who can go anywhere, trusting the other with their life and sanity. That’s the kind of relationship we were supposed to have.

Dating, being lovers, getting married, all of that stuff paled in comparison to us being “accomplices” as far as I was concerned. We already had “the closest relationship in the world,” after all.

I’d been offered the most powerful bond possible from the very beginning, and accepted it. So, being offered a downgrade after all this time did nothing for me at all.

Couldn’t Toriko live with this form—the one we’d had all this time?

Yeah... Probably not. Considering she’d gone to all this trouble asking me to clarify things.

What a pain...

My head felt heavy, thinking about all these things I usually didn’t. I rested my head against the window of the bus. The cool glass felt nice against the overheated skin of my head. Sparkling in the reflection of the street lights, trails of rain flowed across my field of vision.

I’m almost home. I’m just gonna eat, then go to bed...

Closing my eyes, I noticed there was some other sound intermingled with those of the bus. There was a whistling coming from somewhere; the sound of the wind.

The sound of a draft.

With a start, I was roused from my pondering thoughts.

It’s just like that time. The sound I heard from the mujina on the way back from DS Research!

I turned to look over my shoulder. Under the ceiling lights, I saw other passengers scattered around the bus. My eyes were instantly drawn to one of them.

That messy blonde hair undoubtedly belonged to Toriko.

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