Garden Nobody Waters IV: Seen

Garden Nobody Waters — entry IV. Visibility is a loadout, not a confession.

New blade marks on the practice room walls. Higher. Broader. Someone had stopped fighting like an omission.

「二手目にてめ まで、消き えなかったのね。」 — You stayed visible through the second exchange.

「まるで失敗しっぱい みたいに言い う。」 — You say that as though I’d slipped.

「昔むかし のあなたなら、そうした。」 — You would have, once.

“Once,” Shiya agreed, wiping down the blade she no longer hid by habit.

Hiyori leaned in the doorway. Half in shadow. Entirely deliberate.

“Vyrneese is changing you.”

「彼女かのじょ は前提ぜんてい を訂正ていせい しているの。」 — She is correcting my assumptions.

“About?”

「消き えることの必要性ひつようせい について。」 — The necessity of disappearing.

That answer cost enough to make Hiyori interested.

For ten thousand years, invisibility had been theology. Then Vyrneese — twenty thousand years in stasis, subtlety of a cathedral bell — looked at Shiya and said with devastating sincerity: You are allowed to still be there when the fight starts.

“You think this is healing,” Shiya said.

「違ちが う。」 — No.

That made her look up.

「これは方向性ほうこうせい よ。癒いや しは感傷的かんしょうてき な言葉ことば 。方向性ほうこうせい は構造こうぞう 的てき 。」 — This is direction. Healing is sentimental. Direction is structural.

Acceptable. Barely.

Shiya stepped to the center of the room. She moved — three steps, an open line where there once would have been absence, a strike that didn’t rely on disappearing.

Visible the whole time.

“There you are,” Hiyori said.

「感傷的かんしょうてき に聞き こえる。」 — That sounds sentimental.

「感傷かんしょう は、あなたが汚染おせん と呼よ ぶほうよ。」 — Sentiment is what you’d file under contamination.

Hiyori’s silence at that was, in its way, a full confession.

「見み えることは弱よわ さじゃない。選えら んだ形かたち の強つよ さよ。」 — To be seen is not weakness. It is a chosen shape of strength.

「だから今いま は、消き えないままで勝か つ練習れんしゅう をしている。」 — That is why I am practicing how to win without disappearing.