1. Life Note â Introduction
If I were to summarize my life history in a book, it would had end in one page.
Maybe I canât even finish the âKiâ part of âKi-shÅ-ten-ketsuâ. [TN: âKishÅtenketsuâ is a way of how the story constructed. which is, âKiâ for Introduction, âShÅâ for Development, âTenâ for Twist or Progress, âKetsuâ for Conclusion]
My life was a repetition of sleeping and waking up.
There is just too little that I could write on it.
My âLife Noteâ will most likely be filled with nothing but blank pages.
But, there is one thing that I could writeâ¦.. It was something that happened half a year ago.
ââSix months ago, I protected a stranger girl from ruffians.
At that time, I was probably reading too much of adventures stories and burning with a sense of justice. After seeing a girl taken to the back alley, I followed and stunned the ruffians by hitting them with a wooden stick from behind.
The girl bowed while saying âThank youâ with her blue colored face, then she stood back and run away in fast, even though I thought it would be okay to stay a bit longerâ¦.. While I was thinking about the girl, suddenly a knight with full armor grabbed me from behind.
After he had heard the story, somehow it became âthe lordâs son was beaten by me until faintedâ. So, I was sentenced to one year in prison for beating the lordâs son. Sure, it was a half false charge, but I didnât have anyone to defense me, and my explanation just sounded like an excuse. Then I realized that the ally of justice was powerless and worthless in front of authority.
Wait, it was not that worthlessâ¦
Thanks to that, I could write a few lines in my life notes. In a way, it was a good story.
Now, I could write more than one page on my life notes. But, my limit is 4 pages at most. So, if one book is about 40 pages and it is equal to the depth of one personâ life, so the depth of my life is about one tenth of that of a normal person.
Not bad.
After all, this is what my life is likeâ¦
Until I met that old manâ¦
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ââ The sky seen from the iron-barred window looked beautiful.
The sky I usually saw when I was outside didnât look so beautiful, but the sky I looked up from inside the prison looked so beautiful.
The sky, which also a symbol of freedom, looked like it was shining. Perhaps, because it was seen from a cramped place, the light seen from the shadow felt so dazzling.
âAnother half a year, huhâ¦â
There was a bookshelf, a study desk, a toilet, and two wooden chairs. And also, there were two sets of mattresses and blanketsâ¦. The scenery that would not change.
Itâs been half a year since I was imprisoned for a boring âsense of justiceâ.
I will be released in another half a year.
When I came here, I was grateful for the environment where I could have three meals every day but, living in the same place with the same scenery every day was harder than I expected.
Get up in the same roomâ¦
Do the same thingsâ¦
Sleep at the same timeâ¦
Itâs not that this prison itself is bad. The guards donât hurt the prisoners, and the labor and exercise in here are appropriate.
It just that⦠Iã»wantã»someã»change.
I wanted something to happen that could completely erase my boredom.
Itâs okay even if itâs just a simple thing like adding some pudding to the usual breakfast menu. I really want a change even if itâs just a trivial matter.
I was tired of repeating the same day. The same thing also happened when I was living outside, but at the very least the scenery was always different.
Iâm bored.
Iâm tired of this.
And I need to keep living here for another six months⦠Iâm going crazy.
I wonder if those who have been here for 10 or 20 years went insane or not?
I took my eyes off the bar and sneaked into the blanket.
âAre you awake? Prisoner number 089.â
My number was called. It was the voice of a familiar male guard.
I turned over on the mattress, but seeing the guard frowning in a bad mood, I hurriedly stood up and bowed.
âThank you for your hard work. Do you need something?â
âYeah. Actually, Iâm going to put a new prisoner in this room from today.â
It was just news about a new prisoner. But in my mind, âFinally someone else will be hereâ.
The prison cell where I was in was large, large enough for 6 adults to sleep side by side.
But for the last six months, no prisoners other than me inside the cell. Even though all the other prisoners in the prison was saying that they were not alone in their cell.
âThis is it. Come. Fast.â
The guard beckoned, and a weak footstep approached my cell.
What emerged from the shadow of the guard was a tall gray-haired old man.
I was a bit disappointed.
Sure, I didnât expect a beautiful woman to come (well, the prisons are gender-separated in principle), but at least if someone around the same age came, I could talk to him.
An old man like him cannot bring a âchangeâ that I want.
âI will be in your care from now on. Boyâ
ââ¦Me too.â
Prisoner number 118. He had hollow eyes as if he had given up everything.
ââI never thought that from the encounter with the old man, my life notebook will be filled with many words.
If my life was a story book, this moment was surely the âIntroductionâ part.
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Prisoner number 118, the old man, he started reading all the books in the room. He monopolized the study desk and read books while muttering something. I wrapped up myself in the blanket, while trying not to get involved, but after ten minutesâ¦.
âBoy, Whatâs your name?â
The old man suddenly came near me.
ââ¦Sealâ
âSeal? What about your family name?â
âI donât know about it because I was abandoned by my parents since I was a baby. Even my name, I thought about it myself.â
I saw a faint sympathy in the old manâs eyes.
Itâs none of your business.
It doesnât matter if my parents abandoned me, Iâm sure there was a reason why they had to abandon me. Well, nothing will change even if I keep thinking about it. I never really think much even if my parents werenât there, and since they werenât there from the beginning, I never feel anything about that fact.
I never jealous over someone else family.
So, I donât need your sympathy. And Please, Stopã»seeingã»meã»likeã»that, I hate it.
âWell, then Iâll call you Seal. Feel free to call me old man Bar.â
âGo away, old man. Iâm sleepy.â
âWait, Seal, I want to hear one thing.â
Then I said, âWhat?â, with a slightly annoying tone.
The old man held up a thick book at his hand and asked me.
âIf I ask the guard for a new book, will they give me?â
âHuft, Seriously? old manâ¦Â You are so narrow-minded that it disgusts me.â
I got up and pointed to a small bookshelf in the corner of the prison. A total of 20 books were stored on the bookshelf, from childrenâs books to books with hundreds of pages.
âCanât you see that bookshelf? There are still books packed there.â
âYes, but Iâve already read all the books on that bookshelf.â
Unconsciously, I replied, âWhat?â, And looked at the bookshelf again.
âThe way it arranged has changed â¦â
The books on the bookshelf have only been touched by me so far. Therefore, if there was a change in the arrangement of the bookshelves, I could immediately notice it. The top shelf was mostly my favorite books, the second shelf was some books for study, and the third shelf was childrenâs books. However, the arrangement was out of order.
âItâs been less than an hour since you came. Did you read all the books here in that short time? â
âItâs not that difficult. Itâs easy to read one book in a minute if you get the hang of it.â
Bullsh*t.
It might be possible if it was just a simple picture book, but there are books with hundreds of pages. So, itâs impossible to read it in a minute.
I casually picked up a book on the bookshelf⦠It was a book about a hero with a title âHero Solon and the Devil Dragonâ and opened the 122nd page.
â Chapter 3, Second Paragraph. What Solon said to the small devil who was begging for its life? â
â âAn emissary of pure justice will also listen to the devil who was begging for itâs life. But I am neither an emissary of justice nor a pure good man. There is no ear to lend to the devil who has attacked, killed, and ate people. As a mere warrior, the only thing I can give you is to help you die faster.ââThe lines written on page 122, from lines 7 to 9. â
There was no mistake at all in his word.
I put the book back on the shelf and gazed at the old man with expectation.
âCould I hear your name once again?â
âBarha Zetta. 79 years old, Male.â
âWhat kind of crime did you commit to be here?â
ââ¦.Human experimentationâ
My heart got cold at once.
However, the cold heart immediately burned with the heat of curiosity that sprung from the bottom of my abdomen.
ââThe boredom that I felt until now⦠starting to melts.
âYou⦠Who are you? What kind of job did you have outside?â
âI did a lot of different things, but Iâm good at being a âSealerâ.â [TN: itâs âå°å°è¡å¸«â (Fuinjutsu-shi) in raw, I canât find a good English word for it, it can be translated as âSeal Masterâ or âSealmanâ or âSealerâ, but the LN write it as âSealerâ, so yeah⦠To be honest I prefer to leave it in Japanese, but wellâ¦]
âSealerâ?⦠I have never heard of it.
âYour face is saying, âIâve never heard of itâ. Well, thereâs only one âSealerââ in the world⦠So yeah, thereâs no other than me. Itâs really in minority.â
I donât care whether itâs in majority or minority.
This old man is definitely different from the normal humans I have ever met, and somehow, he has an aura that I have never felt.
â¦â¦â¦maybe I could use this to kill time.
âWhat does a âSealerâ do?â
I asked the old man while grinning.
The old man was looking at me.
A few seconds of silence.
What? Is there something wrong within me?
The old man who had a face full of despair suddenly his eyes lighted up with hope and laughed.
âAre you interested?â
âMaybe? Just a littleâ¦?â
In this way, I became a disciple of the old man⦠Barha Zetta.
It looks like I wonât be bored for the remaining six months until my release.
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