Kagerou Project Light Novel

Shinigami Record III

Shinigami Record III

Day 1014.

 

The everyday rain showed no sign of weakening, and continued to drench the leaves of the overgrown trees.

With the changing season, the temperature gradually rose, but the continuous bad weather did little to raise my mood.

With each drop of rain that fell before my eyes, the fragrance of the grass rose up, bringing with it the scent of summer.

“…… How much nerve does he have?”

In this downpour of rain, although still misshapen in appearance, the construction of my house was finally beginning to take shape.

Today, as usual, I continued to tirelessly follow the smiling boy as he moved about the random piles of materials and tools.

“With this much rain, wouldn’t it be normal to rest? From the standing of a frail human whose wounds heal so slowly, what is he being so overly self-confident about?”

I muttered this alone in the poorly-built shack (with a built-in bath), enough to withstand the wind and rain at least, that was a short distance from the building site of my house.

Throwing open the door, I sat cross-legged to watch him; doing this had already become part of my daily routine.

At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before its completion.

Although he had been a brat that knew nothing about building houses at first, now that he was masterfully working, it was quite pleasant.

Well, naturally, it was only thanks to my help that he was able to get this far.

In the beginning, it only took a few sharp words of, “Don’t you know anything about building?” to bring him to tears, and so, taking pity, I taught him everything I could.

That was the only reason that a house could be built in such a short period of time.

Even so, he was also rather spirited for a human to cut, carry, and assemble this much material on his own.

The house itself was still far from perfect, but I decided not to judge too harshly.

It had already been three years since he had begun building it.

Although to me, it had been a short time that had flown by, considering his hardships, it must have felt like a long, three years.

But, it wasn’t as if I was trying to be protective of him or anything.

It was simply that it would be a waste if he were to die before finishing the house, especially after I’d discovered how useful he was. That’s all it was.

In the first place, he seemed to be a very honest fellow that stuck to his word. I was sure that he’d leave after finishing the house, as was promised.

And then, I would be able to live in peace in this house, all on my own. It was a brilliant plan I had come up with three years ago.

Crossing my arms as I heaped praise on myself, the thunder rumbled.

I noticed that the rain had gotten stronger.

Time-wise, the sun would soon set. He would probably be returning before long.

And as expected, Tsukihiko appeared moments later.

He was covered in mud from head to toe, just as I had imagined, and as usual, I expressed my disgust.