Missing Children

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muttered quietly.
    “Huh!? O-of course! Have you decided to trust me!?”
    I moved past the smiling boy, and after walking to a specific spot, I pointed at the ground.
    “What is it? Why are you pointing at the ground……?”
     
    “Build a house here.”
     
    The boy had gone stiff at hearing my words, still smiling. And remaining in that pose, he began to tremble and break out in cold sweat.
    “Did you not hear me? Build a house here.”
    I was certain that he had heard me, but I repeated myself anyway.
    “I’ll do it!”
    “And immediately after building it, disappear. If you cannot, then……”
    “I said I’ll do it!”
    Well, it was clear that it wasn’t something that one person could do. As soon as he disappeared, I could steadily……
     
    “……Hm?”
     
    “You didn’t hear me? I’ll build a house for you! If it’s for you, something like this is nothing at all!”
    The boy said this and grinned.
    Although his expression was a smiling one, I could see that he was still trembling and sweaty, making it clear that he was straining himself.
    It would seem that he really was insane.
    Building a house with only one person? How much material and effort did he think that required?
    Did he even realize this? And even if he did, I still could not make sense of his conduct.
    ……No, perhaps he was still plotting something despite what he was saying?
    Suspicious, I stared intently at the boy, and he suddenly became embarrassed, cheeks reddening as he scratched his head.
    Whenever he became embarrassed, he would scratch his head with his right hand. Once again, more useless information.
    “……Fine then. If you think you can do it, then do so. I will be monitoring you the entire time.”
    I said sarcastically. If he tried to pull anything, it would be difficult to do so with me keeping watch.
    He was sure to give up halfway, and it would be amusing to see him run away with his tail between his legs.
    “W-will you really watch……?”
    The boy said this with an incredibly happy face.
    Frankly, I was growing sick of his frequent, nonsense behavior.
    I couldn’t understand it. I considered peering into his mind, but I didn’t feel like looking into the mind of such a creepy person.
    “Alright, then I’ll do my best starting tomorrow! ……Umm, hey, what’s your name?”
    “Name? I have no such thing.”
     
    “Names”
     
    It was something like a sign, which humans used to refer to each other.
    When a human child is born, its parents give it a meaningful name, and they are called that for the rest of their life.
    However, this was something used among humans, and had nothing to do with me.
    “I see, so you have no name…… Just me then, I guess. I’m Tsukihiko. Nice to meet you!”

     
    Tsukihiko, hm?
    What a genuine fool. Even with a name, to me, humans were simply humans.
    Nothing more and nothing less. What did he expect to gain from telling me his name?
    As I thought this, it didn’t appear that this boy before me expecting anything from me.
    He truly was a creepy one.
    However, to leave my impression of him at “creepy” and “difficult to understand” would be an annoyance.
    Very well. I would attempt to grasp what meanings lay inside his heart.
    “You had better not run away,  human .”
    As I said this, Tsukihiko’s eyes shone brightly, and he replied, “Of course!”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHILDREN RECORD PART FOUR
    (translated by Miss-Simplicity )
     
    It was Hell.
    There were several reasons why, but that was the only way that I could describe this journey.
    “Shintaro, how long are you going to keep lying there like that?”
    While drinking the sports drink that she had bought on the way, Kido said this to me, who had collapsed right underfoot.
    “Give me a break…… I’m dying”
    The fresh, summer fragrance of the grass carpet I

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