The days went by.
The reconstruction of the village carried on with progress. The days after the Monster attack were filled with calm, peace and serenity. And contrary to what one would expect, the Village was bursting with liveliness.
"Uwa~ there's a lot of work to be done." Kyle fell flat against the ground underneath the large tree untop of the usual hill.
The golden sea of wheat was spread out before us.
Next to me was also Don, staring forward with bleak eyes. He moved his head only slightly, without taking his gaze off the sight before him and said in a flat, dry and monotonous voice.
"Reo...did you really have to blow up a couple of those buildings? Were they necessary? They weren't, right? You thought it'll be cool, right? How do you feel about yourself? How did you feel? Does it feel good? Yeah, I bet it feels good. But we're the ones doing the rebuilding now. Hey, Reo, tell me something. Is that fair? It's not fair, is it, Reo? It's not."
