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Author: (稲荷竜) Inari ryū
A/N: Now we can finally live a slow life in this world! God: “You have done well. You are a brave man. Now let’s return you to your home world as promised. Forced Repatriation Beam! Oh, hey! Raws from Syosetu.com
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“Now we can finally live a slow life in this world!” (Hero)
I couldn’t help but be pleased by his words.
It was a really long fight…
The night before the final battle I thought we might not make it back alive.
Finally, we have won the battle that we took on with a promise.
I run up to him.
He has a difficult look on his face and speaks to the emptiness.
”…… This voice is the God who reincarnated me! …… No, God, that’s all right. I’m going to live in this world. …… Please do not do that. All my friends and lover are in this world. This world is my home …… and I’m not going back.”
Maybe he’s talking to the god who reincarnated him.
As I recall, at the beginning, he said, ‘If I defeat the Demon King, I want to return to my old world.”
But it seems that he has no intention of returning to his old world now.
When I was just feeling relief, seven colors of light shot out at him from a break in the dark clouds that blocked the sky.
At this moment, I could clearly hear the voice of God.
“Forced Repatriation Beam!” (God)
“What’s that?!” (Lover)
“Oh, God, damn it!” (Hero)
He disappeared, leaving behind a scream.
Suddenly, he disappeared from this world.
There was a celebration about the defeat of the Demon King. My companions and I were the talk of the town as the people responsible for saving humanity.
But I was not the true star of the party.
He didn’t just pop back up in the middle of a celebration that lasted seven days and seven nights, he was gone.
The festivities lasted for about a year, but with the threat of the Demon King gone, the world, and my friends, returned to their own lives.
I would use my knowledge of magic and work in the research tower.
I moved into the quarters I was given, and for a while I was able to get by using my status as a hero.
But after two years passed, then three years, the public’s treatment of me went from “the person who had just saved the world” to “the person who saved the world” to ‘the person who had saved the world’, and by the time five years had passed, I was now “the person who did something amazing in the past”.
Of course, I’ve never been clearly called a “A person of a bygone era”.
But I feel that kind of change in the way I’m treated.
I hear my friends have felt that way too.
When we occasionally get together for a drink, one of the topics of conversation is the change in the way we are treated by the public.
Another topic of conversation was the hero’s sudden disappearance.
“Maybe they’re not coming back,” (Hero’s Companions)
They say that in a comforting tone.
They say it every time we get together. I think they already told me the same line the year after we saved the world.
But I knew they’d be back.
I was told I was brave and faithful.
But in reality, that’s not the case at all.
I’m betting on him.
I was just hoping that they would try and come back, just like I placed my hopes when we decided to save the world, that they would try and come back one day.
I was just betting my life; I was just betting on their life.
I couldn’t forgive everyone for laughing at them for being the “crazy person” when they first said something about “defeating the Demon King”, so I bet on them.
So this is probably mean.
I think the more people around me are telling me to give up, but the more my heart is burning with defiance.
Five years pass by; then ten years pass by.
They have not returned.
Various marriage proposals have been brought to me, and I have refused all of them, and for the last few years, none have been brought to me.
“They’re not coming back.”
I think it’s because I kept saying ‘they’re coming back’ out of sheer willpower, that everyone around me don’t even mention it anymore.
So many years have passed that I can’t wait for them to come back in a casual way.
So surely willpower isn’t the only reason I’m waiting for them.
“They’re not coming back.”
As I’ve gotten older, keeping faith in their return hasn’t been the product of my willpower or a gamble, it’s become a part of my way of life.
Breathing. My heart beating. Waiting for their return.
Drinking water. Taking a meal. I will wait for them.
I’ve tried to find ways to go to other worlds, but I don’t even know what world they’re from.
I figured that I would have a better chance of encountering them if I waited here instead of developing inter-world travel magic and scouring the various worlds.
So I wait.
Fifty years passed, then sixty years.
My reflection in the mirror has changed completely from those days.
I had become accustomed to waiting, and I had begun to somehow accept that I was getting older as I waited.
That’s my life.
While I ended up waiting, I kept the faith and believed in their return…
And so it ends, the days that went unrewarded.
“…… This is wrong.”
It’s just me being drunk with the idea.
In that endgame, I’m just going to end up being the person who loves “waiting for them”.
I finally understand.
I really, really, really wanted them to come back.
I believed in them, against the frivolous opinions of the people around me.
I waited for them in rebellion against everyone who told me reasons to look at reality.
It started as my rebellion, anger at those who made fun of what people seriously aspire to.
But as I continued to believe, my faith in him, which started as a rebellion against the people around me, had long since become my axis that I couldn’t remove.
Then I’d have to wait until it comes to fruition.
Wait for them. Even beyond a normal human’s lifetime. Even if it means tearing a hole in the world.
When I made up my mind, I had a strange feeling.
It’s the kind of feeling that the “bottom” of the [inventory] was suddenly gone.
I had a strange impulse to search through my [inventory].
Then I found a letter that I don’t ever remember having.
It was written in their handwriting, and it read
“I will definitely return.”
For the first time in decades, I was filled with energy.
My old body couldn’t wait any longer.
I first sought a way to deal with this body.
There must have been many different ways to do this, but the one I could think of was [reincarnation].
It is a way to continue being reborn while retaining your memories.
I was in a great hurry to build up my technique in time for the death of my current body and somehow be prepared before it happens.
Each time I reincarnated and regained my memories, I headed to the place where the final battle took place.
Since we had parted ways in that place that had once been a barren wasteland filled with miasma and dark flames, I had a feeling that this was where we would meet again.
I repeated multiple reincarnations.
Every time I am reincarnated, I wait for him at the site of the battlefield.
In the beginning, I was called the “Hermit of the End” as I settled in this barren wasteland.
But after several incarnations, the wilderness became a grassland, and my existence disappeared into the legends and myths.
I was forgotten by the world.
When I stopped being intoxicated by my “waiting self”, I had to ask myself over and over again, “Will they really come back?”
I couldn’t be satisfied with just waiting anymore.
When I began to seek a definite result, I had to continue to fight against the fear that they might ever comeback.
The appearance should be the same as it was then. The shape of my soul will shape my appearance.
But I am no longer confident that the person I see in the mirror is the same person I was back then.
Before I knew it, some six hundred years had already passed.
That time, where I forbade myself from giving up and wallowed in self-absorption, was so long that I couldn’t keep myself from screaming and crying out alone in the middle of some nights.
A letter from them was all that calmed me.
The [inventory], which I had shared with them for a short time, is now back to being just mine alone.
The letter I took out was no more than a dull, soggy, almost decayed, piece of paper.
My emotions were in pieces, floating and restless, and I was tired of being swept by my own thoughts.
It was a moment of utter despair.
Then I felt a premonition, a presence, something, and left the hut I had built on the site of the final battle.
At that moment, I felt as if time had been rewound.
I’m not going to be able to get a good idea of what to expect when I meet them.
“No way……” (Hero)
The figure mumbles like they’ve seen something incredible and then approached me, looking like they’re desperately trying to hold back a laugh.
I move closer too.
And so we hugged each other tightly.
We made sure that we weren’t just an illusion and that we were holding each other for real.
…… And so I won the bet.
There were people who laughed at the words “defeat the demon king and save the world” as non-sense.
There were those who tried to placate me, telling me that my love would never return.
The Demon King was defeated and we’re together.
In a world where I no longer had an opponent win against, my life had finally paid off.
T/N: The translation might’ve been a bit weird. I wanted to make the genders vague. So readers can feel like they are both the hero and the hero’s love. I believe love surpasses time and space, and all physical boundaries. I hope to celebrate love and hope in this time of isolation and loneliness. COVID separated us from our loved ones. I hope you can read this as a lover or as a friend. Whether you are the hero or their loved one, you are not alone. The time will come and they’ll be with you.
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