Hunter’s Journey

Chapter 187

Hunter’s Journey

Somewhere that’s not here. It seems there is another world. A machine that offers a glimpse into that other world has been given to me by a deceased friend. When I turned it on and caught a glimpse of the other world, I saw the figure of a grown-up boy. His name seems to be Daryl. I decided to just take a look at the boy. I wonder what kind of story he will show us. I would like to write this as a rewrite of my masterpiece, The Traveler. When I say I think, I mean I plan, but the plans are not yet decided. So, I wonder what kind of story it will be.

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ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ

‘ᮃᮕᮞᮣᮟᮢᮩ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗᯍ’

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮝᮙᮣᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮠᮠᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮘᮩᮠᮞᮟᮣᮙᮣ ᮑᮠᮠᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮒᮥᮤᮤᮟᮞᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮣᮕᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮩᮠᮞᮟᮣᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮑᮙᮜᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮢᮕᮣᮥᮜᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮘᮩᮠᮞᮟᮣᮙᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕᮔᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮓᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮒᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᯏᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮥᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮥᮣᮣᮩᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮔᮑᮝᮠ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮥᮙᮜᮔᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮕᮗᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮣᮣᮥᮝᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮵ᯝ᮵ ᮣᮘᮑᮠᮕ ᮠᮟᮣᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮣᮕᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮖᮥᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮣᮕᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮤᮘᮢᮥᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮑᮠᮙᮔᮜᮩᮼ ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮜᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮖᮜᮥᮙᮔ ᮔᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮖᮙᮦᮕ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮼ

“ᯖᮞᮗᮘ…♡”

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮢᮝᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕᯉ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖᮖᮼ ᯔᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮑᮛᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮙᮣᮤ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮠᮠ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮙᮔᮕᮑᮜᮼ

ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮖᮜᮥᮙᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞᮼ

“ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᯍ”

ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮥᮠᮼ ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮤᮙᮓᮛᮩ ᮦᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮖᮜᮥᮙᮔ ᮤᮢᮙᮓᮛᮜᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮗᮘᮣᮼ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮝᮙᮣᮣᮼ

“ᯗᮻᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔᮼ”

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮒᮑᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮩᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮤᮢᮥᮤᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮜᮙᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮓᮜᮑᮙᮝᮕᮔ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮥᮢᮠᮢᮙᮣᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘᮔᮑᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ ᯜᮕᮦᮕᮢᮤᮘᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮜᮙᮕᮼ

“ᯒᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ… ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮑᮤᮕᯍ”

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮗᮗᮜᮕᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮔ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮔᮢᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮥᮝᮼ

“ᯜᮻᯜᮟᮺ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ…ᮯ”

ᮄᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮞᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮑᮔᮝᮙᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮖᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮙᮣᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮕᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

“ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩᯍ”
“……”

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮓᮜᮑᮝᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘ ᮣᮘᮥᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮞᮓᮘᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮞᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮕᮗᮣ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮟᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮜᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮼ ᮃᮟᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮜᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮦᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮖᮜᮥᮙᮔ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮢᮙᮠᮼ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮢᮝᮑᮜ ᮑᮣ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕᮼ

“ᯖᮧᮟᮟᮘ…♡”

ᯐᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮣᮡᮥᮙᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮗᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮞᮓᮘᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮒᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮞᮓᮘᮼ ᯏᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮙᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ

“…ᯍ”

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮒᮕᮧᮙᮜᮔᮕᮢᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮥᮞᮔᮙᮗᮞᮙᮖᮙᮕᮔ ᮠᮟᮣᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮼ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮥᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮤ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮞᮓᮘᮺ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮣᮓᮘᮙᮕᮦᮟᮥᮣ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ

“ᯖᮟᮟᮺ ᮘᮑᮑᮼ”

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮼ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᮼ

ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮞᮓᮘ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮜᮜᮕᮞ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ

“ᮅᮗᮘ…♡ ᯖᮑᮑᮺ ᮘᮑᮑ…”

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᮼ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮼ ᯜᮟᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮢᮕᮤᮕ ᮕᮦᮙᮔᮕᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮠᮠ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮙᮞᮓᮟᮢᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮝᮙᮜᮑᮢᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞᮺ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮞᮕᮑᮣᮩ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮣᮺ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮓᮥᮜᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤ ᮘᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮼ

ᯏ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮑᮝᮟᮥᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᯒᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮔᮑᮤᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮢᮕᮞ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮕᮨᮘᮑᮥᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮑᮣᮤ ᮑᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮠᮥᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮢᮕᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮔᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮑᮣᮘ ᮥᮠᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮟᮞᮕᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕ ᮟᮢ ᮥᮞᮖᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮕᮣ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼᮼᮼᮼ

“ᮃᮟᮺ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤᯍ”

ᯗ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣᮼ ᯛᮩ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮙᮞᮕᮝᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮤᮟᮠᮼ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣ ᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᯗ ᮥᮞᮖᮑᮣᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮢᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮞᮑᮛᮕᮔᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᯗᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮙᮔᮕᮑ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮕ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮕᮑᮣᮩ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯗ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮛᮞᮟᮒᮼ ᯖᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮙᮓᮛᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮦᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮖᮜᮥᮙᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮟᮜ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮑᮞᮤᮼ

“…ᮅᮗᮘ♡”

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮓᮟᮝᮠᮢᮕᮘᮕᮞᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᯜᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮟᮜ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮖᮕᮜᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮨᮥᮑᮜ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮼ

ᯏᮤ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮤᮙᮓᮛᮜᮙᮣᮘ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮢᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮼ

“…♡”

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯝᮤᮘᮕᮢᮧᮙᮣᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮣᮗᮢᮑᮓᮕᮖᮥᮜ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮣᮡᮥᮙᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮼ

ᯗ ᮣᮥᮒᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮧ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

“…ᯍ”

ᮇᮘᮑᮤᯍ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᯍ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮜᮕᮗᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᯗ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮗᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮙᮓᮛᮩᮺ ᮖᮜᮥᮙᮔᮻᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯝᮥᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮝᮕᮤᮼ

“……”

ᯐᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ

“……”

ᯜᮟ ᮧᮑᮩᮼ
ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮙᮓᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮜᮣᮕᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮙᮓᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮝᮙᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮝᮙᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕᮼ

ᮃᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᯗ ᮔᮟᯍ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᮃᮤᮙᮜᮜᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮟᮥᮤᮢᮑᮗᮕᮟᮥᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮗᮟᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮒᮤᮜᮩ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮢᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮢᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮑ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮙᮔᮕᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮓᮛ ᮝᮕᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮼ
ᮃᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᯗ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮟᮟᯍ

ᯗᮖ ᯗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮣᮥᮢᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮥᮨᮥᮢᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᯗ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮝᮠᮥᮜᮣᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮑᮤᮕᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮖᮥᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮑᮓᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮞᮗᮕᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕᮜᮩᮼ

ᮃᮡᮥᮕᮜᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮟ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮝᮩ ᮜᮕᮗᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮼ ᯗ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮝᮟᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮗᮢᮟᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮜᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮥᮞᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮕᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮼ

“ᯖᮞᮗᮘ…♡”

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮔ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮕᮙᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮑᮤᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮝᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮔᮢᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮜᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣᮼ ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮟᮓᮓᮑᮣᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮝᮟᮑᮞᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ ᮇᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮝᮑᮔᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮒᮟᮔᮙᮕᮣᮼ ᮇᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮜᮕ ᮠᮥᮢᮠᮟᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮟᮢᮝᮕᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᯍ ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜ ᮠᮥᮢᮠᮟᮣᮕᮼ

ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮢᮙᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮝᮙᮞᮕᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮻᮔᮙᮗᮙᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮼ ᯙᮙᮝ ᮄᮑᮕ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮠᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮙᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮟᮼ ᯖᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮨᮕᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮑᮝᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮩᮠᮞᮟᮣᮙᮣ ᮣᮤᮥᮖᮖᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮗᮕᮞᮥᮙᮞᮕᮜᮩ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮃᮘᮑᮝᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮒᮕᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔᮜᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯗ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮩᮠᮞᮟᮣᮙᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮖᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮢ ᮓᮢᮕᮠᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮥᮤᮤᮟᮓᮛᮣᮼ ᮅᮗᮘᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮟᮜᮔᮼ

Hunter’s Journey

Somewhere that’s not here. It seems there is another world. A machine that offers a glimpse into that other world has been given to me by a deceased friend. When I turned it on and caught a glimpse of the other world, I saw the figure of a grown-up boy. His name seems to be Daryl. I decided to just take a look at the boy. I wonder what kind of story he will show us. I would like to write this as a rewrite of my masterpiece, The Traveler. When I say I think, I mean I plan, but the plans are not yet decided. So, I wonder what kind of story it will be.

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