空轨短篇小说集

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我是游击士。

住在乡村小镇上,守护地区和平就是我的工作。

今天也接受了委托,去了现场。第一个委托是去牧场挤牛奶。第二个是给农庄耕田。

对我来说不过是小菜一碟。

而最后的委托是照看小孩。我以为看小孩本该是很开心的工作。但我太天真了。

这家人有7个小孩。就算是我,要应付7个孩子也实在是够呛。

抱着哭个不停的孩子、背着襁褓、阻止他们吵架、洗衣服、扫除、遛狗等,照看小孩以外的工作也要做。即使又累又饿摇摇欲坠,我还是不会忘记向协会报告。就这么倒下也太丢脸了。

好不容易到了协会,发现其他的游击士都盯着我看。

对了,因为我是这个镇上有名的游击士。其他的游击士对我行注目礼也是正常的。是嫉妒我的成绩吧。

总之我为了报告工作来到了柜台。然而有人从后面揪住了我的脖襟。回头一看,居然是比任何魔兽都可怕的人我的老爸。

老爸一拳打过来,捶到我的头,大声呵斥。『不帮忙做家务,想玩游击士的游戏到几时啊!』

结果,我被老爸拽回家,然后被唠唠叨叨地训了半天。

我又没做任何坏事。真是耻辱啊!

我自称是个游击士。

今天也要守护地区和平,任何委托都一一解决。

用手指推了推滑下的眼镜,少年哈茨今天也继续着他的旅途。

放眼所见,是一片素白的大地。砂粒蓬松厚实地覆盖着地面,仿如落雪般轻柔。『还没到河边啊?』

从哈茨身后传来少年明狄的声音。这个头发颜色像从烟卷里倒出来的烟叶一般,身形瘦弱的少年,每一次都不知悔改地跟着哈茨一起到处冒险,是他无可替代的好友。『就快了。』哈茨头也不回地答道。

他们俩的目的地是从『白色沙漠』中间横过的一条河川。那里众所周知,是挑战沙漠的旅人和他们的骆驼最后的休憩之地。哈茨和他的朋友明狄,今晚也打算在河边露营。『不过,没问题吗?』明狄拿出一颗快要融化的糖果,剥开外面的银纸,说道。『传闻这附近有魔人出没哦。而且,据说他不分青红皂白,什么东西都会囫囵吞掉呢。』『只是传闻而已吧。』哈茨说。『不如想想要是真出来了该怎么办啊。』

两人说笑之间,身后突然有人发话了。『那可得赶快想好了才行啊。』

哈茨慌忙回过头。跃入眼帘的是全身包裹在黑袍子里的一位老人。他的腰弓得比猫还低,鹰钩鼻子上挂着一副摇摇欲坠的圆眼镜,一张脸越看越难分辨到底是男是女。

明狄一看到这近在咫尺的身影,立刻像被冻住似的僵在那里。『我……我可……没事。』注意到哈茨的视线,脸色像砂一样煞白的明狄脱口而出。『只不过是囫囵吞了颗糖而已。』

老人的脸颊挤岀一个形状复杂的笑容。仿佛那层皮下还有什么生物住着似的。『哦哦,哦哦,囫囵吞掉那么残酷啊!多可怜的小糖糖啊。』

老人也不顾眼镜从鼻子上滑下,一边颤抖着身体,一边把头摇得像个拨浪鼓。『小糖糖的失策就由我来弥补。让我把这个肮脏的小鬼消化至骨髓,化作沙漠的尘埃吧!』老人将浑浊的眸子转向明狄。倏地掀开紧紧裹在身上的袍裾,从里面伸出枯枝般的手。像三叉矛一般尖利的手指,径直伸向浑身发抖的明狄的脸似的,却擦过少年的鼻尖,刺向了虚无的空气中。老人仿佛有点不可思议似的扭过头来,突然意识到了什么。他慌忙将两手移向自己的脸颊,把鼻子上歪斜的眼镜小心翼翼地扶正。『虽然我也是从小时候起就不大好……』哈茨对老人说。『没想到老爷爷你视力也这么差啊。』

听到少年的话,老人的脸上泛起层层新的皱纹。『你怎么知道?』

推推鼻梁上的眼镜,老人重新审视着哈茨。『你怎么知道我视力不好?』

哈茨和明狄大眼瞪小眼。其间老人突然顿悟了。

『是吗,我明白了。喂,小鬼……』老人将白骨一般的手指指向哈茨的眼镜。

『你那是魔法眼镜吧!』

『眼镜……什么?』

『哦哦,魔法眼镜!』

无视少年迷惑的声音,黑袍老人仰天长笑,身体又开始发颤。

(待续)

『那是看穿对手本性的恐怖魔法道具!在它面前一切谎言都无所遁形!』

老人颤抖了一阵(这次先确定了眼镜没歪),盯住了哈茨。『这种东西你一个小孩子拿着也没用。乖乖交给我吧。否则……』

话音未落就已出手。老人搬起一块一抱粗的石头,丢进血盆大口中。他闭嘴时刮起一阵风,把石头一口气吞了下去。瞬间响起某种物体落下井底一般的『咕咚』一声。『……明白了吗。若不交出那眼镜,这次就轮到你们做我的小糖糖了!』

明狄满眼恐惧地看向哈茨。『看、看到了吗?那张大口。怎么办,看来这就是传说中的魔人啊!』『但是,伤脑筋啊…………』哈茨说。『没有眼镜我就没法继续旅行了。』

左思右想之间,脚边又是一块岩石下了老人的肚。黑袍中响起沉重的水声。『不过,被吞掉的话可就啥也没有了哦。』明狄想象着刚刚吞下的糖果的结局,一个人战栗不已。『是啊,没办法了吗……』

哈茨走近老人。『好吧,老爷爷,就照你说的办吧。我还是不想被吞掉呢。』

『呵呵,呵呵,很聪明的小鬼嘛。』

老人看着哈茨的脸,眼角的皱纹堆得像山脉一般。哈茨默默地摘下眼镜,放在老人脚边。

『这,这就是魔法眼镜……』老人激动得连声音都发颤了,脸向着哈茨的眼镜凑过去。急急忙忙扔掉自己的眼镜,在地上摸索了一阵,摸到了求来的东西,仔仔细细地戴好。『哦哦,不愧是魔法眼镜!』

老人喜不自禁,袍裾翻飞。『只要有了这个,我就无所畏惧了!』

最后就这样大吼了一声,老人就和出现时一样突然消失无踪了。

只剩下两个少年的身影,孤零零地留在白砂上听着漂游的风声。明狄小心翼翼地环顾四周。『老爷爷走掉了啊。』黑袍的身影已经无处可觅。看着松了口气的哈茨的侧脸,明狄有些消沉,在口袋里掏着糖果。他走近愣在老人站过之处的哈茨,剥开一半银纸递了过去。『别泄气。旅行还可以重来嘛。』

『不,大概没问题。』哈茨回答。他从砂里拾起什么,把它吹干净。然后,好像又想起了什么似的,平静地补充道:『那个人,视力果然不是一般的差啊。』

看到回过头的哈茨,明狄的脸上也泛起微笑。因为他看到了那张脸上熟悉的东西。『那个老爷爷,最后的最后还是搞错,把自己的眼镜戴上就跑了。』

『那你现在戴的是……』

『如假包换,就是我的眼镜。』哈茨接过糖果,小心翼翼放进嘴里,免得囫囵吞下。

『就算真的存在什么魔法眼镜,给他拿着也没有用吧。』哈茨和平时一样推推眼镜。『因为眼镜的主人,总是在关键时刻把眼镜戴歪嘛。』

(大战眼镜魔人篇完)

你记得读到了空之轨迹SC宝箱中的讯息“宝箱之轨迹”,但是你那时并没有想阅读。突然,你出现了对于更多……宝箱中……轨迹的渴望。

这一对宝箱中故事的渴望是如此热烈,以至于单独的词汇已不能描述一个合适的图像。确实有很多对此进行的尝试,不过每次对该殊荣的篡夺均以更大的失败而告终。

最好结果,是多数选择使用一下简单方式描述其特点:一个带有深樱桃红色木头框架的,被努力雕刻满植物的钢板。

但是传说中并没有提到,其母亲,一个谦逊的木匠,是以自白,而不是其他目的而雕刻之的。它从来不是作为一个伟大的展品,而是作为一个安静、诚挚的爱而存在的。

“亲爱的Genevieve”,信的开头说到,这样笔记,带着明显很纤弱和不完美,其主人一定很紧张,“我为你呈现两个礼物:这一空无一物的箱子,和我的爱”。

“也许第二个礼物并不受欢迎,即使这样,我依然诚挚地希望成为你的朋友。不管回答如何,我们在那个商店中共同度过的日子永远弥足珍贵。”

“我问你:‘你爱我吗?’我有唯一一把可以锁上这个箱子的钥匙。如果你回应我的爱,我希望我们可以再一次在那个商店相会,并且在那里一起永远守护我们的爱。”

“我会在午夜等候你的答案。 爱你,Jubilee”

这个故事并非开始自Genevieve或者Jubilee,而是开始自信中提到的那个商店。那是一个坐落于柏斯,被挤在一些最有名的店铺中间的一个很小很小的建筑。

曾经,它有对其商品的抛光——并且,噢,希望其依然如此!也许有人说这些词汇过于讽刺了,但是这是唯一委婉得表达它曾经在废墟中的方式。

迎接客人的门面是被侵蚀地满身是洞的老砖头;破裂的窗户,用胶带固定着,沾满了蛛网和昆虫残骸,令人厌恶。

这个地方看着不像商店,而更像被其主人遗弃很久的孩子们的新的玩耍场所。但是,不,准确的说,它确实“很有生意”。

即使是这一第一映像,它确实与这条街上其他商店没有区别。即使没有满当当的有钱的客人,甚至任何的客人,一个商店依然是商店,真的。

在其落入这一境地之前,其主人被广为人知,即使在导力革命之前。他是个有着无可匹敌技术的木匠,并且经常给予很多不同东西以生命。

建筑、家具、乐器、结婚戒指……不管工作如何,他充分得雕刻着每个物件,并且每个均比上一个展示了更多心血。

他的逝去给每个人都带来了悲痛,除了一个:他的儿子,他急切地认为没人可以超越他父亲的天赋。比他厌恶木工更严重的是,他厌恶他父亲名字的压倒性重量。

“终于甩掉这一包袱了”,他的儿子在锁上商店时冷酷地喃喃到。这将会是他最后一次被强迫踏入这个地方。“我打赌我可以用他的工具在市场上卖到很多米拉。”

这个商店和里面的物品现在是他的了,他可以对其为所欲为了,并且对他来说,如果他再也不用经历新切木头的难闻气味的话,他将会更加开心。

但是他的妻子并不同意。她从来不会保持安静——一个她被人喜欢的品质——并且今晚,她在晚餐上发表她的观点的声音和往常并没有不同。

“哔剥、哔剥、哔剥!”随着每一此盘子的敲打,他们的银器演奏着糟糕的乐曲,每一音符暗示者它比上一个更加杂乱。

“我说我应该保留它!”她说到,她僵硬的声调表面,他感呈现的任何其他计划都将是,准确地说,愚蠢的。“想想你丢弃的历史。五十年!”

“然而其中的三十三年,我憎恨那个该死的地方!”他在咀嚼羊羔肉的间隙中说到。在吞下后,他补充到:“谁会继续经营它?我肯定不干,而你不是木匠。”

“确实,但是把它卖了并不能帮你走出父亲的阴影”噢,她的话很是尖酸。他不得不承认它……当他的父亲不是讨论话题时。“我们保留它。”

“不,那个地方是我的,并且我可以对其做任何我想做的事。我说像做的是永远不再碰那个东西!”他吞下另一大块羊羔肉,接着,哔剥!,他去取刀。

“你说想想历史。那么米拉如何?想想那个。我打赌其中的一块砖就可以让我们在克洛斯贝尔的赌场玩上好几周!”

她以一个半是沮丧,半是失望的方式叹息到。她从来不在乎钱。为什么他会试图使用它来获得争论的胜利?她只能在心中小声地对自己说:“我的丈夫是个蠢货。”

随着一次相当令人厌恶的碰杯,她放下她的餐具并以一非常坚定的,可以让比较弱的人在羞愧中反转目光的眼神盯着他。她咬着下嘴唇问道:

“你问了Jubilee她想什么吗?”

他被听到Jubilee的名字所蔑视了。他的妻子总是有在亮出王牌之前咬嘴唇的习惯,并且没有比他女儿观点对其更好的王牌了。

不,他感到精神上的恐慌,不,不,不!在这个世界上没有会使他改变观点的东西——即使是可爱的Jubilee。这次不行!

或者他这么认为。在问题提出后,噪声有个暂停,几秒后,他们听到了他们女儿过来的坚定的脚步声。“你叫我吗,妈?”

Jubilee在上个月刚满二十岁。她是个有着宽阔肩膀的笨拙女孩,有着可以让其他同龄显得矮小的惊人身高和在柏斯街头可以看到的最宽、最傻也最真诚威胁。

她的直率获得了每个她遇到人的赞同;她也许很奇怪,但是她获得了同辈和长辈的认同。她是她父母的骄傲,并且这永远不会改变。

对儿子来说这太不幸了。仅仅是对她好奇而简单的笑容的一瞥,他就知道他将会听从任何她说的话。双倍不幸的是,他知道她会站在哪一边……

“所-所以”,儿子开始谨慎地问道:“……如果我告诉你我打算卖掉你爷爷的店铺,你会说什么?”

这就是Jubilee,被她爷爷收养并且其童年会尽可能和她爷爷呆在一起的人,成为了柏斯的一个小木匠店新主人的故事。【宝箱之轨迹,第一部分,完?】

You remember reading the teaser in Trails in the Sky Second Chapter for ‘Trails in the Chest,’ but you didn’t feel like reading it then. Yet suddenly, you have a craving for more Trails…in the Chest.

This is the story of a chest so finely carved, words alone cannot hope to illustrate a worthy picture. Many have certainly made attempts, of course, but each usurped the crown as a greater failure than the last.

At best, most choose to describe its features in simple terms: a dark, cherry-red wood framed with a steel that was painstakingly etched end to end with florae.

It is yet to be spoken of in legend, for its mother was a modest carpenter who carved it with no other purpose than to hold a confession. It was never meant for a grand display, but for a quiet, sincere love.

‘My Dearest Genevieve,’ the letter within began, the handwriting noticeably delicate and imperfect from what must have been nerves, I present two gifts: this chest, of which there is no other, and my love.

‘Perhaps the second gift will be unwelcome, and should it come to that, I would still dearly wish to be your friend. The days we’ve spent in that shop are and will always remain precious no matter the answer.

‘I ask you this: do you love me? I have the only key that locks the chest. Should you return my love, I wish for us to meet once more in that shop, and together, we will forever secure our love inside.

‘I shall await your answer at midnight. From my heart to yours, -Jubilee’

The story truly begins neither with Genevieve nor with Jubilee, but with the shop in the letter. Located in Bose, cramped between two of the most popular shops on the block, was a tiny, tiny building.

There was a time when it had the polish of its products…and, oh, if only that continued to be the case! One might quip that it had character now, but that was only the polite way of saying it was in shambles.

The face greeted customers with an aged brick that had long eroded to the point of holes; the cracked windows, taped for stability and adorned with cobwebs and insect droppings, were repugnant.

The place looked less like a shop and more like the newest secret playground for the local children, long abandoned after the passing of its owner. But no; to clarify, it was very much ‘in business.’

Despite first impressions, it was as much a shop as any other long the same street. A shop was still a shop even after it was no longer full to bursting with wealthy customers. Or any customers, really.

Before it fell into such a state, its owner was known far and wide even before the Orbal Revolution. He was a carpenter of unparalleled skill, and he was frequently commissioned to bring life to all manner of things.

Buildings, furniture, instruments, wedding rings… No matter the job, he carved each and every piece handsomely, and each one showed more heart than the last.

His passing brought great sorrow to all but one: his son, who was acutely aware that no one could surpass his father’s talent. More than he despised carpentry, he despised the crushing weight of his father’s name.

‘Good riddance,’ the son coldly muttered as he turned the key to lock the shop. This would be the last time he would be forced to ever step inside. ‘I’ll bet I can fetch a pretty mira for his tools at the market.’

The shop and its contents was now his to do with as he pleased, and as far as he was concerned, he would be a happier man if he never had to experience the nauseating smell of freshly cut wood ever again.

His wife, however, disagreed. She was never one to keep quiet–a trait of hers he normally adored–and tonight, she was no different than usual as she voiced her concerns over dinner.

Clack, clack, clack! Their silverware played an awful musical number with every smack on their plates, each note ringing with a hint more irritation than the last.

‘And I say we keep it,’ she said, her stiff tone implying that any other plans he dared to present would be, to put it delicately, stupid. Think of all the history you’re abandoning. Fifty years!’

‘And for thirty-three of those years, I hated that damn place,’ he snapped between chewing cuts of lamb. After swallowing, he added, ‘Who’s going to run it? I sure ain’t, and you’re no carpenter.’

‘Sure, but selling it won’t help you escape from your father’s shadow.’ Ouch. There was that sharp tongue of hers. He really did adore it…when his old man wasn’t the topic of discussion. ‘We’re keeping it.’

‘No, we aren’t. That place is mine, and I can do whatever I want with it. And what I want to do is wash my hands of the thing for good!’ He swallowed another healthy chunk of lamb, then clack! went his knife.

‘You say to think about the history. What about the mira? Think about THAT. I’ll bet we could go live it up at the casinos in Crossbell City for weeks off of one brick!’

She sighed in a way that was half frustrated, half disappointed. She never cared about money. Why would he try to win an argument with it? She could only say quietly in her mind, ‘My husband is an idiot.’

With one particularly obnoxious clink, she set down her utensils then glared at him with an uncomfortable firmness that would have a lesser man avert his eyes in shame. She bit her bottom lip before asking:

‘Have you asked Jubilee what SHE wants?’

The son scoffed upon hearing Jubilee’s name. His wife always had a habit of biting her lip before playing her ace in the hole, and there was no finer ace against him than their daughter’s opinion.

No, he mentally panicked. No, no, no! There was nothing in this world that would have him budge–not even sweet Jubilee. Not this time!

Or so he believed. There was a pause in noise after the question was raised, and seconds later, they both heard the flat-footed thumping of their daughter’s steps coming towards them. ‘Did you call me, Mom?’

Jubilee, had turned twenty just last month. She was a clumsy girl with broad shoulders, a stunning height that dwarfed most women her age, and the widest, goofiest, most sincere smile seen on Bose’s streets.

Her candor had won over everyone she met; she may have been an unusual sort, but she had won over both peers and elders alike. She was a source of pride of her parents, and that would never, ever change.

That was quite unfortunate for the son. A single glance at her curious, simple smile and he knew he would cave to whatever she said. Doubly unfortunate since he also knew who she would side with…

‘S-So…’ the son began cautiously, ‘…what would you say if I told you I was thinking of selling Grandpa’s shop?’

That was how Jubilee, who adored her grandfather and took every chance to spend her days with him as a child, became the new owner of a little carpentry shop on Bose. [Trails in the Chest, Pt. I, END?]

“哼,哼,哼,啦,啦,啦!♪”秀子哼到,声音在吸尘器的声音下只能勉强听到。突然,门铃响了起来。“我……!”,她喊到。“谁在那?”

“马上就来!”,她喊到,关掉了吸尘器然后跑向了门边。
“你好,我的名字是佐藤,我来做上门的特别生意的。”

“哦,佐藤!真的是你么?”佐藤是秀子大学的学长,并且和她在同一俱乐部。

“嗨,秀子!很高兴又见到你。你想看看我今天带来了什么吗?”秀子一直有点倾慕佐藤,所以她的回答也就不令人惊奇了。

“当然,请进。”秀子会听佐藤将说的一切。但是没人会知道这天等待秀子的可怕命运……

【50年后……】这个“悬空的Health-o-tron”松弛地在秀子的屋里摆动,已经被完全遗忘和遗弃了。它是在50年前购买的,纯粹是因为佐藤的推荐。

每次秀子想到那些事件,她就会充满悔意。如果那时我有勇气拒绝那个上门生意就好了……

但是那从来就没有发生。秀子在那时也绝不会拒绝佐藤。、她那时没有什么钱,却依然为那个机器付了款。

除此之外,她与伴侣也经历一次糟糕的离婚。她的孩子被她的伴侣带走,她的生活看上去一团糟之后。现在,她住在一个公寓的小单间里……

并且在大部分时间都是一个人。*叹息* 她不知道自己为什么叹息。也许只是生活压垮了她。接着,突然……

叮咚!她廉价的门铃声回响在整个空荡荡的公寓中。“谁?”

秀子甚至没有等待回答。她就直接不管不顾地冲上去打开了门。那里,站在她前面的是……

‘Hmm-hmm-hmm, la la la!’ ♪, Hideko hummed, barely audible over the sound of the vaccum. Suddenly, ding-dong went the doorbell. ‘My!’, she exclaimed. ‘Who could that be?’

‘I’ll be right there!’, she yelled, switching off the vaccum and running to the door.
‘Hello. My name is Sato, and I’m going door-to-door with a special offer.’

‘Oh, my! Sato! Is it really you?’ Sato was Hideko’s senior in college, and belonged to the same club as her.

‘Hey, Hideko! Nice to see you again. Would you like me to show you what I’ve got today?’ Hideko had always been a bit attracted to Sato, so her answer was unsurprising.

‘Certainly! Come on in.’ Hideko would listen to anything Sato had to say. But no one could know the horrible fate that awaited Hideko this day…
[50 years later…] The ‘Dangling Health-o-tron’ swung limply in Hideko’s house, forgotten and neglected. It has been purchased 50 years before, purely on Sato’s recommendation.

Each time Hideko reflected on these events, feelings of remorse would wash over her. If only I’d had the courage to refuse that door-to-door bargain all those years ago…

But that would never have happened. Hideko would never have denied Sato back then. See, she didn’t have much money in those days, yet she paid cash for the machine.

And this was in spite of a messy divorce with her spouse eating up what little she had. Her children were taken from her as a result, and her life took a turn for the worse. Now, she lived in a tiny one-room…

…apartment and kept to herself most days. *sigh*
She wasn’t sure why she sighed. Probably just life catching up with her.
Then, suddenly…

Ding-dong!
The cheap chime of her door-bell echoed through the empty apartment.
‘Who’s there?’

Hideko didn’t even wair for an answer; she just flung open the door without a care. And there, standing before her, was…

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