Chapter – 05
Ah⌠why did I come?
On the day of the orphanage play, I sighed as I stared at the stage.
I absolutely wasnât planning to come. Yet somehow my feet had moved on their own toward the orphanage. How strange.
I wrapped my face completely and even disguised myself. I shouldnât stand out.
I had no intention of meeting the boy in the yellow raincoat. I promised myself I would only watch from very far away.
And so I sat in the very last seat of the old theater and watched the performance.
The title of the play was “The Saved Tree.”
The voice of the child narrator echoed loudly through the hall.
âOn a rainy day, deep in the forest, a lonely tree fell down with a loud thud. At that moment, a passing girl spoke to it.â
As the narration ended, a small girl ran toward the fallen tree and asked:
âPpu-ppu, are you okay?â
At those words, the leaf covering Ppu-ppuâs faceâthe 13th leafâfluttered gently. His face was hidden behind a mask, but I immediately knew.
It was the boy in the yellow raincoat who had sent the letter.
The narration continued.
âWhen the girl called the name âPpu-ppu,â the leaf turned into light and was engraved into her heart. And just like that, the wounded leaf and the girl became each other’s first friend.â
At the same time, children dressed as the treeâs leaves appeared with a flourish.
Ppu-ppu, his face hidden behind a leaf mask, was passionately acting as Leaf Number 13 at the very end.
But why isnât he the main character? Thatâs ridiculous.
He was acting so earnestly just standing there. Yet he was only Leaf 13?
Not even a supporting role.
Still, he tried his best.
âI-I may be Leaf 13⌠but Iâm happy⌠to be a-alive.â
It was just one line, and he even stuttered. Objectively speaking, it wasnât good acting.
Still⌠he did well.
Maybe I was biased, but to me he just looked admirable.
While silently commenting to myself, the play eventually ended.
The children came out together and bowed proudly on stage.
Thunderous applause followed.
Iâve seen it. Thatâs enough.
I turned around immediately.
After leaving the orphanage, wearing my dark robe, I walked through a quiet alley when I heard someone following me.
Without hesitation, I turned my head.
âWho is it?â
And thenâ
Crash!
With a loud noise, a boy wearing a fresh green leaf mask appeared, having tripped and fallen.
âTh-thank you⌠for coming.â
âYeah. Goodbye.â
Despite my cold reply, the boy hurriedly stood up and said:
âUm⌠I gave myself a name. I didnât have one before. I wanted to tell youâŚâ
âI donât want to know.â
Calling each other by name isnât such a big interaction.
ButâŚ
Anyone else would be fine. But not him.
I looked at the small child.
Even without seeing his eyes behind the mask, I could tell from his attitude.
This child was blind in his attachment. Right now, I was the only one he had.
Iâm someone whose ending is already decided. I canât form that kind of deep connection.
If a boy with no one to rely on lost me too, it would only hurt him more.
I only meant to do something kind. I never intended to become someone special to anyone.
âDonât say it.â
So I cut him off firmly.
But despite being rejected, the boy remained brave.
âTh-then⌠thereâs a playground nearbyâŚâ
ââŚâŚâ
âIf you could just go with me onceâŚâ
The moment I saw the violet eyes shining through the mask, I realized something.
I wasnât someone who could be completely cold.
I couldnât refuse him.
At least, not this time.
âI⌠always wanted to come here every dayâŚâ
âYeah.â
âBut today⌠I came.â
The child was captivated by the playground.
Honestly, it wasnât anything special.
Just a creaky swing, a seesaw, some old toy dishes someone had left behind, and oddly enough, a single carousel horse sitting there alone.
And yet the boy smiled like he had come to the best place in the world.
âI want to live here, Ppu-ppu!â
ââŚâŚPpu-ppu?â
âIt was the leafâs name. Someone said it was cute⌠so I made it my nicknameâŚâ
I quietly looked at the child fidgeting awkwardly.
He was tiny, wore a leaf mask, and called himself Ppu-ppu.
âYeah⌠it is kind of cute.â
âRight? Ppu-ppu is cute.â
The boy puffed his shoulders proudly. His small build made him look even cuter.
Is cuteness really unbeatable? I keep getting drawn in.
This is bad. I need to get a grip.
I shook my head and spoke firmly.
âYouâve seen enough. Letâs go now.â
ââŚâŚ!â
Because I couldnât see his face, I had grown used to reading his body language.
That movement clearly meant:
“I havenât ridden the carousel yet.”
It wasnât magical or impressive. Just a cheaply made thing that spun once.
Normally, I wouldnât allow it.
But how could I reject a child who had never even been to an amusement park?
âGo on.â
âT-together.â
I really was getting weaker around this kid.
ââŚâŚFine. Just today.â
The small carousel carrying the two of us spun while glowing faintly.
Just one rotation.
âThat was so fun!â
âIâm glad.â
Looking down at his flushed hands, I spoke quietly.
âLetâs go now. Itâs too late.â
ââŚâŚâ
âWhat? You donât want to go home?â
âThatâs not it⌠will we⌠not see each other again?â
âNo.â
âTh-then⌠I wonât bother youâŚâ
âRight.â
âLetters⌠would that be okay?â
The child murmured while biting his lip.
He was small.
And far too fragile.
I had seen someone like this before.
Myself, in my previous life, after my entire family died and I was left alone.
So I spoke even more harshly on purpose.
âIf you canât reach me, just assume I died. I canât be your family.â
The boy lowered his head.
ââŚâŚItâs okay.â
Even though he could barely speak properly.
I immediately noticed the tears in his voice.
ââŚâŚYou still came to the playground with me. You came to the orphanage. You gave me a gift. You watched Leaf Ppu-ppuâŚâ
âAll of it ends today.â
The boyâs shoulders trembled.
I quietly watched the small shoulders of a child who looked under ten.
The child who had suddenly entered the empty place left by my lost family was becoming a problem.
Then he spoke softly:
âI⌠Iâm going to become a knight.â
ââŚâŚA knight?â
âYes. I read in a spelling book⌠that if you become a knight⌠you can protect someone precious.â
To become a knight, you need noble status and great skill.
Normally I would have said that blunt reality.
But strangely, I couldnât say it to him.
Instead, I whispered quietly:
âYou can do it.â
âYes! So if I succeed⌠Iâll protectââ
I cut him off firmly.
âNo. You shouldnât make promises like that carelessly. Someday you’ll have a precious lady your own age.â
ââŚâŚâ
âYouâll love each other and be loved. So I wonât ask your name, and I wonât tell you mine.â
ââŚâŚâ
âThis isnât even my real face. Just forget everything about me.â
The boy quietly looked at me.
Despite my cold words drawing a line between us, he was smiling instead.
âEven if itâs not your real face⌠itâs okay.â
ââŚâŚWhat?â
Now I was the one caught off guard.
Like casting a spell, he said:
âIâll recognize you no matter what.â
ââŚâŚâ
âI wonât promise to find you. You wouldnât like that.â
Something felt different. His tone suddenly sounded more mature and firm.
âBut⌠if we meet by chanceâŚâ
In the strongest voice I had ever heard from him, he whispered:
ââŚâŚI wonât let go. Never.â






