Act 7/Episode 6

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Act 7
Episode 6: Boyhood Collage 2 / Izumida Azami
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AzamiI’ve run away from home twice in my life.
The first time, I was tagging along with my childhood friend, Shifuto.
Shifuto was raised in a household with no father.
He lived in my neighborhood, and we were both missing one of our parents, so we played with each other all the time.
We’re pretty much like siblings.
I think what set it off was something small.
I was hanging out with Shifuto, who was home alone after his mother headed out for her night job. An old movie began playing on the TV.
Apparently it was once really popular, but I don’t even remember the title.
But the one thing that really stuck with me was the image of a group of boys walking along an endless railroad track.
I don’t know why, but that really resonated with Shifuto.
“We should go on an adventure too,” he said.
In retrospect, he might have been frustrated at his mother, who was away from home all the time because of work.
But I couldn’t figure that out back then.
I just thought, what a pain, but decided to follow along with him.
We carried out our plan the next morning. We stuffed every single tool we could think of for adventure into our bags, and headed towards the discontinued railway tracks nearby.
It started off well.
The word “adventure” alone was enough to get us excited. We ate the onigiri and candy we brought along like it was a school trip, and kept on walking.
Our first setback was Shifuto discovering and chasing a snake.
He chased the wiggling snake around and fell down flat.
Blood ran from his grazed knees and palms, and Shifuto and I both made a huge fuss.
To top it off, we were supposed to be fully prepared—but there wasn’t a single band-aid inside our backpacks.
Neither of us had thought of bringing one.
There was nothing we could do, so we washed his wounds as best we could using our water bottles, and proceeded to hold a strategy meeting.
The subject of our meeting:do we continue our adventure, or do we turn back.
Heading home after getting all excited over a snake and falling down—I think Shifuto’s pride refused to allow it.
Shifuto insisted we keep going.
I had no reason to oppose him, so I agreed.
Our next setback came soon after that.
The tracks broke off.
They’d been abandoned long ago, so there was no way they’d keep going.
There was no path beaten beyond the end of the tracks; it was just overgrown with weeds.
A grown-up would have turned back.
But we were five years old. So we kept going, wielding the courage called stupidity as a weapon, through the waist-tall grass.
Of course, the leaves and twigs scratched our arms and legs all over.
But I think our eyes must have looked like those of brave warriors plowing their way through a jungle.
It was a chilly autumn day.
The sky, so sunny in the morning, grew cloudier and cloudier as we continued walking.
We should have turned back there.
Unfortunately, at five years old, we didn’t have that much wisdom yet.
That was our last setback.
Pitter, patter. It didn’t take long after the first raindrops landed on our faces for it to turn into a downpour.
To make matters even worse, we hadn’t stuffed a single raincoat or umbrella into our backpacks.
Even though we were supposed to have been fully prepared.
Thanks to that, we were drenched head to toe.
Every step I took with my waterlogged socks and shoes felt disgustingly wet.
My clothes stuck to my body, and the rain beat down endlessly on our faces.
My backpack was heavy with water, the surrounding grass clung to my body—basically, it couldn’t get any worse.
We didn’t need to hold a strategy meeting.
We trudged back down the way we’d come without a word.
I don’t really remember what happened after that.
We got yelled at and scolded ceaselessly, and the next day, I was dizzy with fever.
When my fever calmed down, I went to meet Shifuto. It turned out he was even worse off than I was, and he was in the hospital.
Now it’s a memory we laugh about.
Azami“...It’s been exactly ten years since then. Ten years later... right now, I’m running away from home again.”
“This time, I’m not tagging along with someone. It was my own decision.”
“When I think about it, what I did ten years ago was seriously uncool. But I was desperate then. I am now, too. No—I’m way more desperate now.”
“This isn’t an adventure of any sort, but, I ran away to protect something important to me. Something I can’t give up.”
“Ten years later, when I’m twenty-five years old, I’ll probably look back on myself and think ‘I was seriously uncool’ again.”
“But at fifteen, right now, I know that I’m serious.”
“That’s why I think I can acknowledge the stupid, uncool, five-year-old me as well.”
“Because I was desperately trying to prove myself—five-year-old me wanted to show what he could do.”
“I don’t know what fifteen-year-old me will discover from this escape. I haven’t found an answer yet. But I’ll find it, and prove it—”
“The reason for me to live as myself...”
....
...That’s all.
Izumi(Amazing. He was composed start to finish...!)
(He tied his boyhood memory to his present self, and I got a good sense of Azami-kun as a person.)
Sakyo...Phew.
Izumi(I wonder if Sakyo-san was secretly worried? He looks a little relieved...)
YuzoGuess we don’t have to wait for the results.
Sakyo...Make sure you count all the votes.
Izumi(Sakyo-san probably knows how it’ll turn out too....)
(Even without considering the content of his performance, Azami-kun stood out because of his attitude on the stage; he was so bold.)
SakyoI thought he’d overreach and try to show us something more cool, but he was surprisingly honest.
Unlike the shallow bluff a certain somebody pulled.
BanriI can hear you, old man.
IzumiBanri-kun, it’s thanks to your guidance.
BanriHe did pretty good, huh.
Izumi(Banri-kun looks happy too.)
(Azami-kun performed an honest one-man act that only he could perform; something only he could do as the youngest actor.)
(Watching it made me feel good—it was so refreshing... I’m sure the other audience members feel the same.)
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