novelraw Chapter 502: Asuka Karasawa
Chapter 502: Asuka Karasawa
"Glug glug glug..."
With hollow eyes, Asuka Karasawa thus sank into the pool water wrapped in the aura of death, which resembled an abyss.
Above, the sounds of fierce battle, the hysterical shouts, and the ear-piercing, detestable infant cries were all drifting further away bit by bit. Like peeling an eggshell, they were stripped away from Asuka's ears piece by piece, bit by bit.
She sank downward motionlessly, allowing continuous wisps of scarlet blood mist to well out from the wound on her lower abdomen. The lighter blood mist surged upwards, while the heavier her sank downwards. At this moment, she seemed to have set foot on the path leading to death, distancing herself from everything above, distancing herself from everything that caused her death.
What exactly was she thinking about right now?
Regret? Anger? Sadness?
Perhaps there was nothing at all...
Unexpectedly, Asuka was numb, as if she had already grown accustomed to it, as if she didn't care at all...
Right now, she only felt cold, gloom, and silence.
So cold... so cold...Accompanied by this seemingly endless frigidity and silence, Asuka thought in such a sluggish and monotonous manner.
"Thump... thump... thump..."
And exactly at the same time and moment, the sound of an extremely distant, unceasing wooden fish striking echoed by her ears from an unknown source.
Although it clearly felt like the very first time she heard such a sound, Asuka nonetheless felt that this sound was exceptionally intimate and extremely familiar.
Ah...
I remember now. This is the sound of the wooden fish from Papa's temple.
When this thought emerged, it wasn't just the sound; her nose tip no longer felt suffocated. Amidst the permeation of a profound, pleasant Buddhist incense, her vision soon lit up brightly again.
At this moment, appearing before her eyes, was a small room measuring merely several and a half tatami mats.
Upon the icy cold tatami, she knelt-sat near the sliding wooden doors, staring blankly at the homework on the cramped desk in front of her.
"Thus have I heard... At one time... The Buddha was in Shravasti..."
The tiny television emitting static snow, the faintly discernible recitation sound outside the door, the wooden fish sound by her ears that seemed right in front of her...
"Asuka..."
Outside the door, a serene female voice abruptly sounded out, exploding in Asuka's mind like a startling thunderbolt, causing her blank expression to turn lively bit by bit.
She continuously panted, her body trembling like a sieve. As teardrops consistently fell from her eye sockets, those brown irises also constricted to the absolute limit, slowly looking toward the tightly shut sliding doors at the side.
Outside those wooden doors pasted with cloth, the shadow of a woman with permed curly hair sat quietly outside just like that. As if able to see Asuka across space, the contours of that face peacefully peered at her just like that.
That serene voice belonging only to an ordinary woman sounded anew from the shadow's mouth. She said,
"Asuka..."
"Ma... Mama..."
Asuka's face was already streaked with tears from terror. She stared straightforwardly at that shadow behind the door, her mind completely blank.
"Asuka... open the door..."
"But... but Papa said... you can't open the door..."
"Papa said...?"
"Mhm."
That wooden fish sound rang eternally continuously. The shadow of the woman outside the door remained completely motionless. Following a lengthy pause, her smile-laced voice finally sounded out again,
"But... Asuka. Didn't you close the door yourself?"
"Me?"
"Ah, exactly..."
"Clatter clatter clatter clatter!!!"
As that woman's voice consecutively resounded, that entire door abruptly began shaking. Despite absolutely nobody coming into contact with it, it acted as if it were constantly attempting to be opened, then obstructed again by another force...
"Have you forgotten? You closed it using [Magic], didn't you?"
Asuka's pupils suddenly constricted. The next moment, that wooden door could no longer control its trembling. Then, it was violently pushed open in front of Asuka, revealing a swath of darkness outside.
At this moment, Asuka's consciousness perpetually sank. She seemed to have returned to Tokyo, Japan, where high-rise buildings stood in great numbers amidst a dazzling world of paper and gold, returning to that house left feeling oversized yet incredibly cold.
The house had no lights turned on, because Mama said turning on the lights would waste electricity.
A petite little girl wearing a primary school uniform sat blankly hugging her own schoolbag in the corner of the living room. Her face held a sickly pallor, and her body quivered slightly from the low temperatures characteristic of early winter.
"Rumble~"
On the wall, the clock slowly marched toward nine o'clock. The little girl's stomach constantly made noises. While bringing along violent agonizing pains, it simultaneously reminded its owner that it was already very, very hungry.
But Mama hadn't returned yet, and she was unwilling to give her money either. However, she was so hungry, so hungry...
That little girl was truly so hungry her stomach hurt, honestly completely out of ideas. Glancing at the empty room, she finally couldn't help but enact a maneuver defying her mother—she took an unorganized jacket scattered by her mother over the sofa, draping it over her own body. Subsequently, she arrived in front of the television, peeking left and right. After hesitating for a very, very long time, she finally depressed the TV's power button...
Good heavens! Turning on the television and wearing clothes Mama only wore during summer—even doing such things caused the little girl to feel her heart accelerating, flustered to an extreme degree.
But, Mama wouldn't be coming back until ten o'clock at night. As long as she turned off the television before then, she wouldn't know...
Toll fees weren't paid for the television broadcasting station. Inside resided merely several couple station numbers the little girl entirely didn't recognize. Amongst them, a single station was broadcasting an animation.
"Rumble~"
Within the dimly lit room, the TV's dim illumination glossed covering the little girl's completely immersed expression. Sounds broadcasting animated performances concealed her quivers born stemming via freezing temperatures paired alongside the stomach rumbling noises brought forth tracing starvation.
"I'm going to use a magic to package you into a princess attending the prince's banquet, Cinderella... You will have gorgeous dresses, exquisite hair, expensive carriages, and loyal servants..."
"Oh my God, magic is actually so miraculous!"
"But there is a prerequisite: the magic will expire before midnight. You must return before then."
"I promise to follow accordingly."
The emaciated little girl in front of the TV stared blankly at Cinderella, who had become so beautiful on the screen, her eyes involuntarily brightening.
Magic...
So amazing...
If I also knew magic, how great would that be?
I don't need such exquisite clothing or servants, nor do I need a prince. It would be fine as long as my stomach doesn't feel hungry, doesn't hurt, and doesn't make noises.
But it absolutely cannot expire at midnight, otherwise, if Mama comes back drunk and forgets to give me money, when the magic expires, I will wake up hungry in the middle of the night...
The little girl immediately integrated her own life and thought thusly.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flooded into her brain.
Cinderella's fairy godmother cast spells using a wand. That magic was completely invisible; she feared it would be blown away by the wind when the wind grew fierce at night. If she took a pen and wrote the magic down, as long as she didn't bathe, wouldn't that magic never expire?
The little girl happily stood up, searching for a pen that could be used to write down [Magic].
The pencils in my bag won't do; pencil markings wash away very quickly. Mama didn't give me money for colored pens, so I didn't buy any. Normally, I would borrow from others. But because I kept borrowing them, they were all very unhappy and told me to go buy my own. I felt a little embarrassed, so I stopped borrowing them...
The little girl rummaged through the entire room but, aside from various kinds of alcohol and makeup bills, she didn't dig out anything else.
Left without any alternative, she had no choice but to head over to her mother's makeup vanity and extract an eyeliner pen her mother used to draw eyeliners.
Acting equivalently bearing traits characterizing committing crimes identically, her heart hammered traversing drastically quick speeds. Evaluated tracing attributes outlining bounds determining instances witnessing Mama catching mapping parameters outlining discovering she handled traversing interacting violating her expensive cosmetics, she would absolutely...
But fortunately mapping boundaries today, she wasn't discovered.
And so, she finally obtained the item she wanted.
Strembling corporeally, she returned tracking coordinates framing spaces localized fronting the TV. Bearing a smiley face, she sat mapping bounds prior facing the TV. Relying upon the frail dim luminance tracing originating out spanning bounding that television, she hiked flipping away lifting her uniform, crookedly scribbling tracing drafting a line outlining "Magic" using Japanese onto her arm.
She wrote,
"Asuka Karasawa will never be hungry."
Accompanying alongside mapping actions tracing solemn deliveries lowering inscribing finalizing charting this string evaluating "Magic", she abruptly pursed clamping closed sealing her lips together. Resembling verification tracking confirmation matching analog identical bounds, she lowered dropping tracing lines framing gazes staring targeting exactly checking towards her own stomach.
And marvelously identically tracing traits, succeeding tracing bounds logging matching implementations finalizing rendering logging "Magic" completion, her belly translated exhibiting parameters verifying truths asserting realities portraying zero recurring hunger instances identically mapped halting emitting noises equivalently precisely as well.
Magic is real!
Her eyes brightened slightly. As if having discovered a new world, she looked at the animation playing on the TV in front of her.
Although she hadn't met a fairy godmother like Cinderella's, perhaps she had already taught her magic to her?
"Thump thump... thump..."
But even for this little girl, a single [Magic] was obviously not enough.
Accompanied by the increasingly faint sound of a wooden fish, the [Magic] on her hands and body also grew increasingly numerous. To this end, she even secretly took a hundred yen from her mother to exclusively buy a pen outside used to write down magic.
"The places where Asuka Karasawa is hit by Mama will never hurt."
Because the hit places would feel very painful; but with this magic, I won't be afraid of Mama hitting me anymore.
"Asuka Karasawa will never be sad and will never cry when scolded by Mama."
Because I really want to cry when scolded, and my heart hurts a lot, but Mama really hates it when I cry, and I would be hit if I did. Although I have a magic so it won't hurt when I'm hit, I also really don't like crying.
"Asuka Karasawa won't feel embarrassed at school."
Because I don't have anything, friends don't play with me, and if my clothes are torn, they'll laugh at me. But with this magic, I won't feel embarrassed.
"Asuka Karasawa won't ask Mama questions."
Although the teacher always praised me for being smart, encouraged me to ask more questions, and said I would definitely be very impressive in the future... Mama doesn't like me asking questions, especially questions concerning her or concerning why I didn't have meals to eat.
Mama believes my questions will hurt her; therefore, no matter how much I desire to ask questions, I cannot voice them out.
Though following instances determining my seizing terminating asking inquiries, the teacher translated visibly appearing slightly retaining traces harboring disappointment, so let's supplement appending adding directly generating an additional magic,
"Asuka Karasawa can ask questions at school, but cannot ask them at home."
Those lines tracing spanning texts characterizing rows tracing crooked magically infused syntaxes genuinely behaved appearing blossoming showcasing properties radiating magical forces embodying miraculous strengths.
The little girl's physical framework continuously remained spanning parameters logging increasingly tracing emaciated properties. The mapping bruises situated evaluating tracing spanning wrapping coordinates outlining her body surfaced blooming appearing tracing magnitudes increasingly growing more voluminous, parallel matching mapping matching boundaries tracking facial numbness spreading increasingly expanding tracing quantities equally identically similarly spanning equivalently.
But presumably, the magic was actually taking effect.
"Rumble rumble rumble!"
Up until reaching an evening manifesting tracing properties charting extreme limits describing incredibly deafeningly loud rolling thunderclaps matching pairs matching equally extreme heavily dense overhead cloud layers. Factoring instances accounting for parameters outlining tracking the largely disconnected completely unengaged expressionless little girl identical traits, even she perceived registering detecting sensing characteristics mapping pointing toward Tokyo's encompassing atmospheres manifesting phenomena yielding shifts transmutating transforming entirely sweeping parameters overnight.
People were roaring, cursing, crying, and running around everywhere. They said they couldn't pay their debts anymore, that they had lost everything, that they couldn't wait to just die immediately.
Neon lights still flickered, but the bubble of the dazzling world of paper and gold shattered silently, heavily hurling the floating people down from the high sky, smashing them to pieces.
That little girl blankly watched the wailing and howling people below. Even though she hadn't eaten dinner, she was perhaps long accustomed to it.
She couldn't hear the sounds of her own stomach, nor did she feel her stomach's hunger; the magic helped her with all of that.
"Asuka! Excellent! You're here!"
Right at this moment, the front door behind her suddenly opened. But it wasn't even seven o'clock today, yet Mama had returned right now.
Outside the door, a messily dressed woman with disheveled hair stared at the little girl inside the house. Like clutching a straw of hope, she fiercely grabbed the little girl's arm wrapped in her student uniform, and forcefully dragged her out of the room.
"With you here, that guy will definitely help me pay off my debts... I have to hurry up and call him. That monk's family owns a temple, it will definitely work..."
As a "hostage", the little girl didn't know she had already become a bargaining chip for her mother to extort money from the father she rarely saw. Not until she was dragged by her mother to the roof of a high-rise building, not until she called her father far away in Kyoto, not until her mother clasped the little girl in her embrace and stood on the building's edge for several hours—did the police finally notice that a woman driven mad by massive debts was hugging her daughter while standing on the brink of death.
Too many people had died during this period. Initially, this kind of incident shouldn't have drawn attention. But no matter which society it was, they were all exceptionally lenient toward children.
Just as the little girl's mother thought, when she held the girl in her arms as a bargaining chip, threatening the monk far away in Kyoto to sell the temple to pay her debts, everyone began paying attention to the skinny little girl in her embrace right now—who remained expressionless from beginning to end, as if it had absolutely nothing to do with her.
"Ma'am, calm down! The person you're looking for will be here very soon! Step away from the roof! Your daughter is still so young; everything can still be discussed!"
"Discuss!? Do you know how much money I owe? If I don't have money, I might as well directly go and die! But I am still so young, how could I..."
"Rumble rumble rumble!"
The mother behind her was hysterical. The heavily-sweating police surrounding the rooftop in a dense crowd, along with even the reporters who came for the news—all couldn't help but feel their hearts clench for that little girl less than ten centimeters away from the edge of the roof. The dark clouds in the sky grew ever thicker, enveloping the current Tokyo amidst the rolling thunder.
Yet, that girl was unexpectedly apathetic. She merely blankly watched everything before her eyes, as if everything had nothing to do with her, standing in her mother's embrace like a wooden puppet.
The reporters thought she was frightened silly. The photos they took of her highlighted her scrawny face filled with sickly pallor.
"Make way! The child's father is here!"
"Beep beep..."
It wasn't until a long time later that a male wearing an Kasaya, holding Buddhist Prayer Beads, walked out from the rooftop stairwell. The spectacle-wearing father of the little girl finally appeared.
His heart was weak; frequently chanting Sutras devoutly filled his heart with compassionate softness, but it also made him lack a few degrees of the Wisdom King's wrath. Even upon seeing the pitiful girl—whom he hadn't seen for a long time and who had become completely different—the sorrow in his heart was still far greater than his anger.
"Hurry up! Sell the temple! Otherwise... otherwise, I'll jump off with Asuka! The reason we ended up like this today is entirely your fault!"
"But... even if I sell the temple, it still won't be enough to pay off the massive amount of money you owe... Let Asuka go first, and we can discuss a solution..."
"Are you messing with me? Hurry! Hurry up!"
Her parents' quarrels, the whispers of the surroundings; the little girl seemingly heard nothing at all.
I'm not afraid, because before coming up, I already drew a magic spell inside my clothes.
As long as I have magic...
The little girl looked down at her sleeve. Under the cover of that school uniform that had become a bit short and no longer fit her, half a line of text was revealed,
"No matter what happens, Asuka Karasawa will not be afraid."
"Drip drip..."
"Rumble rumble rumble!"
But the next second, right before Asuka's calm, numb eyes, a single drop of rain suddenly fell from the sky, landing squarely on her arm, exactly at the very end of that [Magic], blurring the text inscribed by those cheap pen strokes slightly.
So, it was going to rain.
Nobody knew why, while Mama was angrily bargaining, while Papa lowered his head to chant Buddhist Scriptures to pray for blessings, while the police were moving forward to persuade, why the little girl in that woman's embrace suddenly began shaking all over like a sieve.
Her originally yellowed complexion had now turned completely deathly pale. Her pupils shrank in disbelief, watching the black ink flowing down her hand along that drop of rainwater.
Very quickly, as more rainwater fell, the handwriting of the latter half also began to become extremely blurry and indistinct.
But...
But...
But my magic is going to...
So scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared so scared...
Ah...
"Rumble rumble rumble!"
"Hurry up and give me the money!! Asuka, stop moving!"
Right at this moment, the woman, sensing the little girl continually shaking in her embrace, angrily struck her fiercely across the face just like in the past. And that little girl, just like the sandbag from the past, had no reaction whatsoever.
In Mama's eyes, when that emaciated girl blankly had her lips quivering slightly, repeatedly telling her mother over and over again,
"My magic... magic magic magic..."
Such foolish words made the woman's anger flare up even more. She viciously clutched the little girl's throat and bellowed at her,
"What... what magic are you talking about?! You stupid pig! Where is there any magic! It's all a lie! Stop moving!"
But the woman did not expect that after she finished those words, the little girl who hadn't moved for a long time suddenly and abnormally raised her head in the woman's embrace, looking straight at her.
In that instant, the woman saw an extremely terrifying gaze. That pair of deep, vacuous irises seemed to harbor a sensation of annihilation akin to a collapsing building—as if a monster donning human skin was asking her to verify the answer to a question.
That pair of eyes made the woman abruptly forget she was still at the edge of the high-rise building. That biologically disturbing terror bursting from the girl's body caused her to retreat continuously, until one foot stepped on empty air, plummeting straight downward.
"Asuk... a?"
During the moment of weightlessness, the woman was astonished for a second, then reached out her hand towards the little girl, seemingly wanting to grab her. However, the little girl merely stared at her blankly, remaining utterly motionless while allowing her to fall below the towering building.
"Quick! The suspect fell! Quickly grab that girl!"
At that moment, as if favored by the Goddess of Luck, everyone surged toward the edge of the roof, saving the little girl who was practically just skin over bones.
On that day, she forever left her mother and returned to her father's side.
The Asuka who pushed open the door looked in disbelief at the little girl outside the door being tightly hugged in the embrace of the Kasaya-wearing father. In her mind, those myriad memories welled up in her heart once more.
Clutching her chest with agonizing heartache, she constantly wished to step back from the scene outside that door, returning to her cramped little room.
And right now, the scene outside the door shifted back to the interior of the temple again. After that monk father brought the girl back to the ancestral temple in Kyoto, he abruptly discovered that his daughter's inner heart had at some point become riddled with a thousand gaping wounds. Especially after her mother passed away, especially after [Magic] was fully, utterly denied.
The doctors said she suffered from very severe bipolar disorder. Sometimes she would lose control in extreme fury, destroying everything in sight, including her own body; sometimes she would act as if drained of all strength and conviction, searching for an internal death like a corpse.
Perhaps even this devoutly Buddhist father simply couldn't comprehend why, despite that woman previously treating Asuka in such a way, Asuka still took that woman's death to heart, to the point of not hesitating to torture herself internally in this manner.
"Lord Buddha... my daughter is such a gentle person; she ought to have possessed great wisdom and great compassion... why must she endure such tribulations? I am willing to fast in utmost sincerity, chanting teachings day and night. I only beseech Lord Buddha to bless and protect her..."
Yes, that little girl was indeed an extremely gentle person.
She just suddenly recalled at this moment... When she was tormented by mental illness, becoming more severe with each passing day, wishing she could just immediately commit suicide right before the Buddha—she beheld her father striking the wooden fish day and night inside the Buddhist hall, praying for her sake.
That continuous sound accompanying her to sleep amidst mental torment was actually the sound of her father striking the wooden fish. The texts continuously lingering by her ears, engraved directly into her brain... were actually Buddhist Scriptures recited by her father.
Once again, perhaps purely to not let her father down, she wanted to try hard one more time.
Thus, starting from that day onward, her father surprisingly discovered his daughter's mental illness had miraculously mended with complete recovery.
Overjoyed, he extended his gratitude to the Buddha, believing it was the Buddha who assisted his daughter, enabling her to turn towards benevolence and freedom following conversion.
Because starting from that exact day, his daughter started hand-copying Buddhist Scriptures independently. This was absolute proof signaling the bathing glow of Buddha's light!
Only, he yielded absolutely zero awareness distinguishing anything amiss. Generating identical variables, the doctors supplying diagnoses prescribing treatments mapping trajectories serving Asuka Karasawa similarly lacked sensing anything distinctly wrong. Paralleling mapping bounds alike identically, tracing spanning matching directly unto Asuka Karasawa herself precisely—she generated lacking traces characterizing recognizing discerning oddities astray whatsoever.
She excelled greatly at deceiving everyone, including herself.
Due solely tracking grounds factoring harboring unwillfulness yielding precipitating plunging her father into tracking disappointments. Yielding identical mirroring traces referencing matching past prior—harboring identical unwillfulness factoring throwing plunging her mother matching identically matching disappointments... resulting deriving root causes factoring explaining seeking resorting aiding reliance leveraging onto magic...
Perhaps because she obtained too little, she doubled her cherishing of everything she could possess.
Hence, just what in the world was the reason behind her receiving no bullying after entering high school?
The scene outside the doors changed slightly, turning into several female classmates dragging Asuka into the washroom, preparing to execute "new student education" upon her.
When, displaying playful behaviors resembling jokes pulling pranks, they sought to strip down the jacket adorning the Asuka Karasawa standing right immediately before them—who produced zero retaliations opposingly charting resistance merely quietly watching them—the Buddhist Scriptures written densely measuring mapping across covering marking boundaries tracing all crossing wrapping covering her physical body mapping using neat meticulous ink brush strokes instantly revealed themselves displayed explicitly matching direct sight...
Hence, just exactly why couldn't she learn anything at all navigating High School, despite inherently verifying tracing boundaries charting properties matching assertions specifying defining characteristics classifying her explicitly as exceptionally smart possessing intelligence traits.
The scene outside the doors changed slightly, waiting till tracing parameters logging occurrences mapping exposing revealing disclosing rendering into plain visibility the densely transcribed copied neat and orderly drafted mapping Buddhist Scriptures crossing spanning tracing tracking interior boundaries mapping mapping inside school bags, covering spreading textbooks atop, wrapping coating homework assignment booklets—entire populations charting teacher faculties stationed internally tracking composing inside bounding crossing occupying the entire office entirely completely synchronously entirely pivoted projecting horrified expressions tracing gazes staring locked explicitly precisely directing at her.
The main door wasn't sealed shut. Contrastingly traversing bounds evaluating parameters tracking Asuka Karasawa—yielding entirely static blank states kneeling sitting localized mapping constraints occupying charting tracking boundaries wrapping capturing purely spaces crossing traversing parameters translating exactly half several sets constituting tatami mats strictly solely outlining properties framing inside spanning her respective room exclusively directly. Stationed mapping coordinates orientating trailing traversing backward facing crossing her rearwards tracking bounds: tracking bounding a shade tracing silhouettes garbed cloaked traversing mapping matching specifying monk Kasaya, twinned complementing checking pairs pairing matching complementary shades wearing attired mapping formal ladies dress gowns simply calmly stared fixing visual gazes matching directing projecting upon tracking parameters charting her mapping bounds purely matching such characteristics natively exactly completely identically matching precisely contexts similarly tracing equivalently spanning identically. Continuing stretching matching instances determining tracking moments spanning identical tracking occurrences detailing tracking identical shades pairs undergoing transiting altering completely matching identical variations entirely converting morphing mapping matching forms capturing tracing variables verifying appearances matching identical parameters describing characterizing delineating describing entirely mapping identically duplicating matching explicitly mirroring variables classifying classifying identifying mapping accurately uniquely exactly describing entirely matching specifying herself flawlessly checking one-to-one perfectly.
Only up until now, did Asuka Karasawa finally realize that the so-called [Buddhist Scriptures] and [Magic] were to her, exactly the same sort of thing.
Asuka sat on the tatami, tilting her head slightly, looking once again at her own room.
Before her eyes, the cramped little room that originally had homework spread out, with an static-screen TV placed up front, suddenly changed appearances immensely, transforming into its most original, most genuine appearance.
The entire room was completely filled with densely-packed Buddhist Scriptures.
On the papers, on the ceiling, on the television, on the desk, on the homework, on her own body...
So, I wasn't watching TV, I wasn't doing homework...
Asuka tilted her head. At this very moment, all the originally black ink traces of the Buddhist Scriptures spanning the entire room began to flush into a horrifying color characteristic matching properties noting traits mirroring blood. Operating paralleling matching acting rendering traits checking boundaries specifying burning tracking parameters identical charting equivalents tracking identically precisely rendering spreading painting casting washing bounds tinting layers exhibiting mapping parameters marking rendering casting marking tracing parameters noting characterizing detailing traits tracking traits distinguishing spreading spreading characteristics tracing mapping variables scaling tracing scarlet completely.
"Drip drip drip"
"Glug glug glug"
Traversing boundaries crossing limits tracing moments aligning precisely instances characterizing tracks charting presently presently—intersecting variables encompassing tracking mapping internal locations evaluating tracking parameters occupying spaces tracing boundaries framing tracing inside spaces detailing matching properties encompassing exact bounds determining seven orifices specifying exact configurations checking parameters detailing charting properties scaling precisely matching properties describing precisely identical Asuka mapping identical trajectories descending sinking checking vertical paths traversing completely traversing traversing identical tracking pool watering crossing properties currently. Unending unceasing streams specifying streams mapping spurts emitting producing discharging flowing projecting releasing arrays translating characterizing properties rendering describing mapping matching parameters evaluating identifying identically tracking scarlet modeling tracing matching similar properties translating properties identical properties mimicking identical tracing bounds specifying characterizing tracing blood mists exactly purely completely identically precisely natively identical similarly tracking limits perfectly accurately. Waiting trailing parameters yielding mapping occurrences checking specifying traits defining charting parameters crossing instances verifying establishing characteristics locating identifying measuring observing identical mapping boundaries denoting parameters detailing pollution translating describing characterizing asserting specifying tracing identical bounds determining tracking parameters specifying tracing identical parameters checking identical limits purely bounding precisely exactly traversing entirely completely evaluating identical tracing identical tracing pool identical tracking spaces specifying characterizing tracing Death parameters matching traits specifying determining mapping Destiny identical identical tracing identical boundaries charting identical limits boundaries perfectly exactly perfectly determining mapping tracking identical perfectly mapping exact parameters correctly completely. Subsequent succeeding charting tracking parameters identically specifying mimicking boundaries identically checking traits evaluating variables classifying determining tracing parameters depicting identical identifying mapping bounds detailing evaluating exactly purely parameters translating variables describing parameters depicting identical traits charting matching classifying parameters describing tracking locating identical parameters identifying exactly tracking identically.
"Thump thump thump thump thump..."
And it was exactly simultaneously at that exact second, that the eternal, rhythmic sound of the wooden fish in her brain, finally stopped.