I'm Tenmei Kanyon.
I'm a sixth grader at Grafner Magic School.
The grade is below the middle. He has mastered all the quartets of "Soil", "Water", "Fire" and "Wind" to the intermediate level. From the point of view of the general public, it would be an enviable magical ability. However, with such a half-hearted ability, it is Sekiyama that he cannot become a guard in the town and end his life.
I understand well that I don't have a magical talent, and I have experienced all the distress and jealousy of my youthful talent, and now I am sublimating myself by accepting that fact. I'm struggling.
A page of youth that is commonly called.
It was really crap, helpless, and had serious, too small and too big troubles.
A fairy lives in me.
Thanks to the fairy, I managed to advance without leaving school.
How many times did you spit on your lack of talent and how many times did you frustrate?
The fairy held my heart, which was about to break, one step further.
I wonder if I have a great talent to keep spirits in my body?
The answer is both yes and no.
Because the fairy dwells in everyone's heart equally.
It emits a burning flame from the inside like the god of jealousy, Tiransil, and at the same time reminds us of the sincerity of the god of contract, Diagois, and gives us an unrivaled spirit like the god of war, Paliopotes. It forces us to deceive like the false god Washashir, and makes the lustrous and beautiful flowers like the god of jealousy Knoreril bloom in our hearts.
The name of the fairy is Amy Golden.
The smile that fascinates the viewer and the blurred personality that does not suit the adult appearance make us crucifixion of five bodies with nails.
If it's ridiculous, you can go to the Grafner Magic School. Many humans have a fairy named Amy in their hearts and enjoy the hope and despair of eating the finest meat on the soles of their shoes.
We no longer have the option of living without her. It's like an Amidakuji with all the same answers, and it's no different than a suckling child can't live without her mother.
Look for her in the school like a demon moth gathering in the "light". For example, the worst drug in history. Reason sounds a warning that he must stop, but his instinct seeks out the fairy.
There are also fierce men who pursue things that cannot be reached, do not look directly at reality, and boldly throw themselves into the dead. She puts out a love letter that can't even reach her foot, tastes the harsh denial of her refusal, and wets her pillow with her tears.
Whether crying or crying, tears never disappear, and the fairy of the heart never disappears. The fairies in us are always close to us and smiling. At the same time, the fairy is as far away as a flower blooming on the equinoctial week.
This is love.
No, I'm not in love.
If not in love, what is this?
do not know. I want to know the true nature of this feeling.
I took her breath to see her again today and looked up at the sky in her backyard. Would she be happy if she put that sky in her frame and gave her a present? Will she only smile at me if she presents that cloud that is free and untied to anyone? What are you talking about? I ridicule myself as an unbearable romantic and stupid.
The thumbs and index fingers of both hands were at right angles, and the fingertips were aligned to create an instant picture frame.
The more you look, the more the sky turns into a painting, the school building turns into a sketch, and the ground turns into a cutout. The clouds are fluttering and the wind is swaying, and if I stop this time and draw a landscape painting, I might be satisfied.
With the frame made with my fingertips, I will capture the scenery around me.
I will engrave it in her heart so that one day she can convey the scenery, colors and sounds that I saw and felt.
I search for various angles, beautiful curves, golden melody, and the truth of the world in this daily life.
"Are you a photographer?"
Did you ring the bell from heaven?
The voice of an angel comes from behind.
Look back while making a frame with your fingertips.
"Oh, that's right."
There was a thick girl in the frame with a faint fairy look.
"Please come a little"
"Who are you?"
My voice was stronger than I expected.
I feel anxious about destroying myself.
Her eyes are too strong.
"This is rude. I'm Ellie Golden, the fourth daughter of the Golden family."
I took a breather at the elegant behavior that seemed to show the beauty of her heart.
Her heart bounces like a grasshopper, saying that tremendous things will happen.
"I'm looking for a photographer. May I ask you?"
I wonder why.
I didn't know what a photographer was, but like a marionette, I nodded with her in her frame at her fingertips.
"I'm glad I searched around. You're definitely the best photographer."
"Is it so…"
"Yes, that's right."
She nodded with her confidence and was dazzling.
I couldn't look straight at it, so I turned my eyes away and stared into the distance.
Is that golden?
Ellie Golden, the fourth daughter of the Golden family?
Is that the Golden House?
My beloved fairy Amy Golden ....
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah !!!?"
I screamed.
"Cha! Don't suddenly make a loud voice!"
"Oh! I'm sorry! You're the youngest of the Golden family ...?"
"Elie Golden"
"That means your sister is in this school ..."
"Amy Golden"
"What the hell is that ..."
"Oh, oh ~"
My beloved fairy sister nodded with her arms crossed as she was convinced.
"You like Amy, right?"
"What !? What are you talking about?!?"
"No, I'm too rushed"
"Huh! What do you mean ..."
It can't be helped, Miss Ellie put her hand on my shoulder.
"Because my sister is too cute. It's impossible for a boy to fall in love with a normal high school student .... That's kind of like a disaster."
"You! You can tell me a strange analogy! That's right. Miss Amy is the ultimate magic tool of humankind equipped with unparalleled beauty and cuteness!"
"That's right!"
"It's my sister! It's wonderful! My unfocused feeling is not love! Yes, it's the same phenomenon as the earth and nature! Haha, thank you Miss Ellie! Give me an answer to this feeling! "
"That's love, isn't it?"
"...e?"
"Not eh. That's love, isn't it?"
"... Ho?"
"It's not ho. Your feelings are in love."
"...... Hi?"
"It's not a secret. Your unfinished feelings are in love."
"This ... this is ...... love?"
"That's what it's supposed to be. That unfocused feeling and unreachable feelings aren't in love."
"... Eh, but"
"But not. That's love."
"Is this love?"
"that's right"
"D, Miss Ellie ...… Yes. Was that so ... This my feelings ... This is exactly ... Love ...... All human beings The god of love, Babyleville, who is equally given to the god of love ... This is ... "KOI" ... "
"Pu, weird person"
Miss Ellie held her mouth in her hand and laughed cheerfully.
Oh, what is it?
I feel healed ...
"Then I'll go erotic photographer"
With a smile, she extended her right hand.
Even if she is called by a strange name, she finds her straight eyes beautiful. Well, she's already in my heart. The chubby girl, shining brightly against the sun, was pure, correct, beautiful, and divine.
From that day on, my beloved inner fairy became Miss Amy and Miss Ellie.