There was another very interesting discovery.
The moment he tried to check the state of the skill tree, suddenly a clear landscape emerged in Touru's brain.

A branch protruding from a black trunk that was spirally twisted.
Further focusing on the branch, the explanation of that he saw earlier flowed into the brain again.

The skill tree that Touru knows should always had a more vague image.
The skill was just transmitted with the name and effect, and it was necessary to check the details by actually using it.

That was now vivid, from the name of the branch to its length.
Even the mysterious black fruit hanging at its tip.
As soon as he focused on that fruit, a new explanation came up.

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――Details of the target time sequence.
Trigger: Automatic / Effect: Large / Range: Contact

"I see, To came with such ability."

"Ability" refers to a special ability that granted by growing a skill tree.
There are two types of fruit abilities, branch-fruit abilities that grow at the top of a branch by raising some skill to the upper limit, and trunk-fruit abilityes that are conferred by defeating a special monster.
Other than that, there are also humans who have the root abilities that are born at the root of the skill tree and are called preferential gifts.
It seems to be thanks to this newly acquired ability that Touru suddenly becomes able to see the original form of the skill tree and the past of the target.

After completing a series of checks, Touru using to restore the grip strength of his left arm and then approaches the clothes shelf.
The most important confirmation still remained.

Touru reached out to the back of the open door, ignoring the statue of the girl and lifting a small heel at his feet.
Return to bed and open the lid.
Inside was pure white ash.
It was the ashes of the old man.

In this town bordering on remote areas, the dead are not burial but cremation.
If the body remained, it will being revived as a dead person without soul.

Touru touched the ashes with a prayer feeling.
He stopped moving for a while, but eventually dropped his shoulders as he exhaled.

“………… Jii-san, I 'm sorry”

Although he knew it, it seems that the lost soul was not even protected by the god of creation.

Touru, who returned the urn to its original position, again faced the childhood girl.
The girl whose time had stopped was still beautiful in the usual ephemeral up.
Big black eyes slightly dropped the corner of the eye.
Healthy pink tender lips with a rised nose.
The fluffy strong black hair emited an unchanging glossy shine.

As she walk down the street, most men will turn their eyes.
However, all the guys must look away in the present girl's appearance.
The narrow neck was torn sideways and a large amount of blood remained in a state where it was about to flow out.

Touru extended his arm and gently touched the girl's bloody neck.
Like an open book, one's page emerges one after another.
There was no change in the figure of the girl on the page.
Touru, who skipped at once, picked the page that was just before the girl was seriously injured.

――.

Suddenly, a sigh overflowed from the girl's mouth.
From the throat, the painful wound has disappeared completely.

The girl who returned to pure white and beautiful skin quietly blinked.
Slowly, the focus of the pupil is determined in front of the person.

It was the first reunion in about 25 years.

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