They might not be the most attractive, but you couldn’t get better-tasting produce anywhere else.” Just yesterday, too, she had laughed as she proudly laid out her misshapen apples and gnarled cucumbers.īut mom doesn’t know―the Hunt took place in that marketplace. “It’s twenty to thirty percent cheaper than shops in the city. It had been restored into a free market, and it now offered a wealth of options and plenty of fresh goods, unthinkable in the past. Shion, don’t ever change.Ĭould I answer to the feelings Nezumi laid bare before me? Nezumi had begged Shion as he spoke those words. No matter what path the world of mankind took, there were always things that didn’t change, both inside and outside of people. Then, there were things that never changed. Shion exhaled, and gazed in turn at the old door, the battered brass knob, and the small window out of which spilled a dim light. Things would only get fiercer in the future. Like a crashing wave, like the torrential waters of a rapid, like an avalanche, everything was swallowed up, sucked into the spiral, torn asunder, and twisted around. Shion was one of the youngest Committee members. Under the Committee were twelve Sub-Committees, with a Committee member at the helm of each. 6 residents, and former representatives from each Block. There were twelve members of the Restructural Committee―former No. They would construct a temporary police force to dissolve the army and maintain peace. They would designate the West Block as a special ward, and fast-track the establishment of supply systems essential for life. 6) sought to restore peace and order to swiftly establish governing, judicial, and legislative bodies and secure lifelines.įor the moment, they would use No. There was also the issue of inter-city relations for the sake of convenience, No. 6 (of course, there were voices that called for a new city name, but no one could spare the time to consider names. They rallied for equal distribution of wealth and compensation for the abuse they had suffered.Ĭurrently, with the Restructural Committee at its centre, No. 6, which had built itself and prospered on a parasitic foundation. The Outsiders criticized scathingly the crimes of No. But at the same time, they insisted that they did not want to let go of their wealth―that they did not want their current lives to be disturbed. The Insiders realized that they had been skilfully and rigidly controlled, and appreciated their liberation from a society of surveillance. The terms “insider” and “outsider” (of the wall) had taken root, and each regarded the other like a foreigner who spoke a different language. 6 residents as well as nonresidents could adapt to their new wall-less surroundings. Confusion still remained, and everyone was still in the midst of groping at how former No. Over a year had passed since the destruction of the city-state, No. In fact, this whole house had not changed much at all. This door had not changed a bit since when Shion and Karan first moved to Lost Town from their privileged-class residence in Chronos (in truth, they had actually been exiled and not given any other choice of residence other than in Lost Town, but strangely, neither Shion nor Karan felt any lingering attachment to their old days). The round brass knob was also still firmly in place. The thick oaken door exuded an ambiance not quite found in stylish, vividly-coloured steel doors. Shion understood that, so he never spoke of replacing the door again. But perhaps she really did not mind the hassle of renovation perhaps she really did have an attachment to the worn back door. And besides, don’t you think it has its own unique flavour? I think it’s much nicer than those awful glittery metal doors.” But each time, Karan had shaken her head. A number of times, Shion had suggested replacing it with a new one. The paint was peeling in several places, and it showed clear signs of its age. He felt reluctant to see his mother Karan’s face. Shion knew he would, but he continued to stand in front of the door, unable to move. If he didn’t warm up soon, he would probably catch a cold. The cool night air of early spring crept up from his feet. Drops of water dripped from his shiny white locks. But rain was rain, and it drenched the nighttime streets and the people without umbrellas.īefore entering his house, Shion lightly ran his hand through his hair.
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