That Time Hori And Miyamura Got Reincarnated In Another World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 38: Together In Life And In Whole Eternity

The kingdom of Tempest stood as a beacon of strength and prosperity, its people flourishing under the guidance of their new rulers, Haruto and Yui. Now fully grown, they had taken up the mantle left by their parents, ruling with wisdom, kindness, and the noble values instilled in them by Hori and Miyamura. The kingdom continued to evolve, with new alliances, advancements in technology, and stronger ties with the world, yet the heart of Tempest-the love and unity that Hori and Miyamura built-remained unchanged.

On the day of Haruto and Yui's coronation, the people of Tempest gathered in celebration. Cheers echoed throughout the kingdom as the siblings stood before their people, crowned as the new rulers. Hori and Miyamura, standing side by side, watched from a distance with pride swelling in their hearts.

"They've grown so much," Hori whispered, her eyes glistening with tears as she admired her children.

Miyamura nodded, his arm wrapped gently around her waist. "They'll do great things. Just like you did, Hori."

Hori smiled softly, leaning her head on Miyamura's shoulder. "We've had a good life, haven't we?"

Miyamura kissed the top of her head. "The best. And it's not over yet."

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Hundreds of years passed. The kingdom thrived under the rule of their descendants. One by one, their beloved friends-Benimaru, Shion, Veldora, Shuna, and the rest-began to pass on, their time in the world coming to a peaceful end. Yet, despite the passage of time, Hori and Miyamura continued to live, their bodies unaffected by age. Though their hair had grayed and their faces carried a few lines of wisdom, they remained young in spirit, still full of life and energy, guiding their family and kingdom through each new chapter.

One day, as their great-great-great-grandchildren sparred with the descendants of Benimaru in the training grounds, Hori and Miyamura watched from a quiet spot under a tree. The children sparred fiercely, their powers and skills reflecting the strength of their ancestors. It reminded Hori and Miyamura of their early days-when they first built Tempest, fought side by side, and fell in love amidst the chaos of battle and kingdom-building.

"They've all grown so strong," Hori mused, her voice soft with pride as she watched the children spar.

"They remind me of us," Miyamura said with a smile. "It's like looking into the past."

Hori turned to him, her eyes shining with affection. "It's been so many years, and yet, we haven't changed, have we?"

Miyamura smiled, his eyes filled with warmth as he took her hand in his. "Not even a little. You're still the same Hori who stole my heart all those years ago."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, their fingers intertwined, watching their grandchildren with quiet smiles. Memories of their life together flashed before their eyes-the day they met, their struggles in the new world, the moments they fought and laughed together, the birth of their children, and the countless days spent in each other's company, building a kingdom and a life full of love.

"I couldn't have asked for a better partner," Hori whispered, her eyes shimmering with emotion.

"Neither could I," Miyamura replied, squeezing her hand. "Thank you, Hori... for everything. For this life we've built together."

Hori smiled, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Thank you too, Miyamura. For loving me."

They leaned their heads against each other with a soft smile, their hearts full of gratitude for the life they had shared. Slowly, their eyes closed, a peaceful calm washing over them as they held each other's hands. Their breathing softened, and the world around them seemed to blur as they slipped into a peaceful slumber.

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The sound of sparring echoed around them, and their great-great-great-grandchildren glanced over, noticing their grandparents resting under the tree. With playful grins, they called out, "Grandma! Grandpa! Don't sleep here-you'll catch a cold!"

But no response came. The children thought they were asleep and continued their sparring, laughing and playing, unaware that Hori and Miyamura had passed away in each other's embrace, their hands still clasped tightly together. They had left the world with peaceful smiles on their faces, content and fulfilled, having lived a long and beautiful life side by side.

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Years passed, and the kingdom of Tempest continued to thrive under the rule of Hori and Miyamura's descendants. The stories of the two rulers, and their close friends who helped them build the kingdom, were passed down through generations. Children grew up hearing tales of Hori and Miyamura's love, their adventures, and their unbreakable bond. Their legacy lived on in the hearts of their people, who admired and cherished the rulers who had once built Tempest from the ground up.

Their great-grandchildren and the descendants of their friends were as close as their ancestors, often teasing each other and having fun, just as Hori, Miyamura, Benimaru, Shion, and the others had done. And through it all, the stories of love, friendship, and unity that Hori and Miyamura had fostered remained strong.

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In the afterlife, a peaceful field stretched out endlessly, bathed in warm sunlight. Hori stood there, her appearance youthful once again, the weight of time no longer upon her. She looked around, taking in the serene landscape with a sense of calm. Then, a familiar voice called out her name.

"Hori."

She turned, a wide smile spreading across her face as Miyamura approached her, just as young and lively as the day they first met.

"You're here," she whispered, her heart swelling with joy.

"Of course I am," Miyamura said, his smile soft and warm. "I promised, didn't I? I'll always be with you."

They walked toward each other, their hands naturally finding each other's, and they began to walk together through the peaceful field, their laughter echoing in the air like music. The bond they had shared in life remained unbroken, and now, they would continue their journey together-forever.

As they walked, Hori looked up at Miyamura, her heart full of love. "I'm glad we never had to say goodbye."

Miyamura smiled down at her, his eyes filled with the same affection he had always had. "Me too."

And so, they continued to walk, hand in hand, together in life, together in eternity.

This story ends, as all beautiful things do, with love, laughter, and the smiling faces of two souls who were never seperated from each other.

The End.