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Ch. 5: The Heart of the Wish (MOON)

 

The bear that had appeared from the forest moved closer to us…-

 

What do we do?

 

Spica: “This bear’s usually a gentle one, but today he seems worked up about something.”

 

At that time, I noticed blood flowing down the bear’s foreleg.

 

OO: “Spica! The bear! It’s hurt…!!”

 

I shouted out without thinking.

 

Then, as if taking that as a signal, the bear flew at us…-

 

OO: “!!”

 

Spica: “Stop!!”

 

Spica’s voice was low as it cut through the forest.

 

I slowly opened my eyes, which I had tightly shut, and…

 

OO: “S-Spica…!”

 

I looked, and Spica’s eyes, which were always closed, were now open.

 

Spica: “…”

 

His gaze was sharp and threatening, and the bear had gone completely silent.

 

W-wow.

 

Spica slowly approached the bear…-

 

Spica: “You were probably attacked by a hunter. Poor thing…… the stars, the animals, and us, we’re all living things.”

 

Spica gently patted the bear, and as he began to treat the injury, I rushed over to help.

 

Spica: “Injuries like this are so sad, aren’t they.”

 

His voice was tinged with sadness as he spoke quietly, and suddenly he looked up at the sky.

 

Spica: “…this is my first time seeing it too.”

 

At his words, I too looked up at the starry sky and…-

 

I saw a star, shining with a brilliant white light.

 

OO: “Is that the Gentle Star?”

 

Spica: “Yes. The most brilliantly shining star. … I wonder, what will you wish for?”

 

Spica, who had already closed his eyes again, asked me kindly.

 

OO: “…that this one will make a speedy recovery.”

 

Saying so…-

 

Spica smiled gently and placed his hand on top of my head.

 

Spica: “Me too. If two people combine the power of their wishes, I’m sure it’ll come true.”

 

OO: “Eh?”

 

Spica: “I said it before, the stars, and us, and the animals, we’re all living things. And I’m sure that power we all have is the same. That’s why the stars even have the power to grant our wish.”

 

This time he moved his hand from my head and clasped my hand in his.

 

I felt a mysterious power from Spica’s words as he spoke…-

 

As if making a prayer, I squeezed his hand back.

 

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