"Okay." Akasaki propped himself up with his arms and moved over little by little, sitting next to her, just like when he was a child.
Yuriko Ochiai patted his hair, "Are you afraid, Akasaki?"
"With you here, I'm not afraid." Akasaki smiled, shook his head, and whispered softly, "I just really want to have another beer."
Once again, he recalled the smiling faces on that day on the street, the laughter echoing with the scent of malt, and the joyful expressions of those children jumping around.
With a negligible regret, he closed his eyes.
The door crashed open once again with a roar, and the slaughterers from outside charged in, only to see that mother and son embracing each other.
Holding the sleeping child, Yuriko Ochiai looked up, glaring contemptuously at the intruders in front of her.
She pressed the button in her hand.
Amidst the violent explosion, firelight, and light swallowed everything.
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