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Between Logic and Miracles: Light Novel Quest
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Record 1. Namanaka Tarou's Mediocrity.
I cannot describe him as a person of his own. I knew him as a diligent student, and even though both his sports and academics were nothing to talk about, he was well-loved by the teaching staff. If I were to describe him, his personality or his appearance, the only world would come to mind – "average." It's not like my memory is bad: he really is so forgettable and ordinary-looking.
If there were people who stood out so much in their uniqueness and talent, he would be a person that stood out in his blandness. No, that's wrong since I actually have no idea what kind of a "person" he was, because no matter what, it was simply me pretending to know him, pretending to understand him.
In conclusion, Namanaka Tarou was mediocre. I believed him to be mediocre. I didn't know if he was mediocre or not.
Early Spring. The Flower Awakens.
The classroom was empty. I said it was empty, but in reality, I was there already since on that particular day, I was put in charge of cleaning the classroom. It was a task meant for two students, yet I was hopelessly alone in the morning; not even my homeroom teacher in sight.
It's not like I disliked being alone, but having to deal with human selfishness made me aware of how humans usually are. I dare say, humans are simply creatures: we have our goals and needs, and thus, we do everything we need to have them dealt with. In this case, the desire of my cleaning partner clearly was to skip those boring chores and leave some poor soul to take care of them, while they were peacefully enjoying their morning coffee, while admiring the falling petals from the cherry trees.
It's what I would have done, at least. I sighed and opened the closet, reaching for the lonely mop in the closet. I was like this mop, too: left alone in the darkness, used only when it was convenient. I wasn't the first mop-like human in the history, either. I was about to start, when I felt something touching against my arm; the sensation reminded me of a human skin.
"I'm sorry," somebody said and in surprise, I flinched away from the direction from where the voice came from. "I'll mop the floor myself, if you don't mind." I looked at this person, trying to ascertain who in the world this was, yet no name appeared in my mind.
I prided myself on having a good memory, but this person, even though he was wearing the uniform of this school, even though he was clearly my age, even though he entered the classroom at some point after I unlocked the door with my key, even though he was now mopping around the floor with a content smile, wasn't someone I knew well. It was scary how I couldn't remember a single thing about him.
Yet, finally, a particular name from the class roster, a name I memorized, despite the fact I never saw him personally, appeared in an instant. "Namanaka Tarou," I said and added uneasily, "isn't it?" I prided my memory, but I was still a human, so there was a possibility of me making an error in judgement. In this case, it would be really embarrassing.
"Yes, that's me," he said with a small smile. For some reason, it looked like he didn't smile that often, as if his facial muscles were stiff. As I thought those things, his face contorted into a mask of perfect stillness. He rubbed his neck in a sign of uneasiness. As he continued with his chores, I started cleaning the chalkboard.
This person didn't look very threatening, nor could I call him pretty or cool or particularly intelligent or weak or strong or cunning or humble or arrogant or anything at all. It was like he simply existed as a person-shaped void. How peculiar. It's not like I was good at character judgement, though.
Now then, for a while, the silence reigned over the classroom. I had no idea what to talk about or should I really try to start a conversation. In all honesty, I wasn't much of a speaker, but neither was Namanaka-san. If I didn't try to talk to him, we probably would end up finishing the cleaning duty and continue the day as normal, unaware of each other's presences.
[] Talk
[] Silence
I cannot describe him as a person of his own. I knew him as a diligent student, and even though both his sports and academics were nothing to talk about, he was well-loved by the teaching staff. If I were to describe him, his personality or his appearance, the only world would come to mind – "average." It's not like my memory is bad: he really is so forgettable and ordinary-looking.
If there were people who stood out so much in their uniqueness and talent, he would be a person that stood out in his blandness. No, that's wrong since I actually have no idea what kind of a "person" he was, because no matter what, it was simply me pretending to know him, pretending to understand him.
In conclusion, Namanaka Tarou was mediocre. I believed him to be mediocre. I didn't know if he was mediocre or not.
Early Spring. The Flower Awakens.
The classroom was empty. I said it was empty, but in reality, I was there already since on that particular day, I was put in charge of cleaning the classroom. It was a task meant for two students, yet I was hopelessly alone in the morning; not even my homeroom teacher in sight.
It's not like I disliked being alone, but having to deal with human selfishness made me aware of how humans usually are. I dare say, humans are simply creatures: we have our goals and needs, and thus, we do everything we need to have them dealt with. In this case, the desire of my cleaning partner clearly was to skip those boring chores and leave some poor soul to take care of them, while they were peacefully enjoying their morning coffee, while admiring the falling petals from the cherry trees.
It's what I would have done, at least. I sighed and opened the closet, reaching for the lonely mop in the closet. I was like this mop, too: left alone in the darkness, used only when it was convenient. I wasn't the first mop-like human in the history, either. I was about to start, when I felt something touching against my arm; the sensation reminded me of a human skin.
"I'm sorry," somebody said and in surprise, I flinched away from the direction from where the voice came from. "I'll mop the floor myself, if you don't mind." I looked at this person, trying to ascertain who in the world this was, yet no name appeared in my mind.
I prided myself on having a good memory, but this person, even though he was wearing the uniform of this school, even though he was clearly my age, even though he entered the classroom at some point after I unlocked the door with my key, even though he was now mopping around the floor with a content smile, wasn't someone I knew well. It was scary how I couldn't remember a single thing about him.
Yet, finally, a particular name from the class roster, a name I memorized, despite the fact I never saw him personally, appeared in an instant. "Namanaka Tarou," I said and added uneasily, "isn't it?" I prided my memory, but I was still a human, so there was a possibility of me making an error in judgement. In this case, it would be really embarrassing.
"Yes, that's me," he said with a small smile. For some reason, it looked like he didn't smile that often, as if his facial muscles were stiff. As I thought those things, his face contorted into a mask of perfect stillness. He rubbed his neck in a sign of uneasiness. As he continued with his chores, I started cleaning the chalkboard.
This person didn't look very threatening, nor could I call him pretty or cool or particularly intelligent or weak or strong or cunning or humble or arrogant or anything at all. It was like he simply existed as a person-shaped void. How peculiar. It's not like I was good at character judgement, though.
Now then, for a while, the silence reigned over the classroom. I had no idea what to talk about or should I really try to start a conversation. In all honesty, I wasn't much of a speaker, but neither was Namanaka-san. If I didn't try to talk to him, we probably would end up finishing the cleaning duty and continue the day as normal, unaware of each other's presences.
[] Talk
[] Silence