Konoha

Lost




Konoha is a gentle and quiet dragon with amnesia. He's known to possess a strong curiosity for the unknown. Not knowing much about the normal world, he's rather air-headed, thus easily forgets some things. At most times he wears a blank face throughout the day. He has a very large appetite. This caused everyone to hide the food hoard from him.

He is apparently Kuroha's favorite to bother. Konoha doesn't really care.
Konoha is seen restraining Kuroha from doing destructive harm time to time. He's one of the dragons that matches his strength on average.

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The meanings and dreams and lives amassed together
That went into this body
Seem to make a machine that's jostling an ended life back up.
This is a tale of his past
Each and every one of them are shedding tears
Whispering, "I want to see them again."
The end-all experiment in this paper-mache town
Was proceeding as flaccidly as predicted yesterday.
By then, wouldn't it have been better to give up?
The next two people saw such a pale-blue dream
In a cranny of the town.

Contrary to expectation, at the end of the road
His little body was flung out again.
With my eyes closed, I watched the crying, shouting girl.
The second hand stopped ticking
And tries to blind the whole world with it.
This dream will not end.

The meanings and dreams and circumstances cobbled together
Make a head sunk in endless thought.
"This world appears to be a little dangerous."

This is a story about him and her
With this manufactured heart,
No words have a chance of reaching it anymore.
The sounds of a withering sun
And the sweltering eyes of the blazing flare
Seem like they ejected me into this summer-battered society.
Even if the cicadas already start stridulating
With my wobbling see-through body
My hand won't reach them in time.

Contrary to expectation, at the very end of my sights
The second hand screws around to block my way
As I watch a future become squashed in the oncoming lane.
Pulling me out from this mechanized world
Into a future landscape of falling leaves
With your eyes.

The mocking sunbeams vanished somewhere
August has come and passed again and again.
Would a future in which they laugh to each other
"See you next year" be...?

Contrary to expectation, in a nook of the world
Unforecasted rain poured down to earth.
In that time, in that time...

Even if we can rewrite the futures
Those eyes...