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Collide with ghosts ๅนฝ้œŠ้”ใจใฎ่ก็ช

ๅฐใ•ใช็Ž‹ๆง˜ใฏ็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใŸใŒ、่ชฐใ‹ๆฅใ‚‹ใพใงใ“ใ“ใงๅฏใฆใ„ใฆใ‚„ใ‚ใ†ใจใŠใ‚‚ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ。ๅฑฑ่ปŠใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใฆใ„ใŸ่ฑกใฏใ“ใ“ใพใง่ตฐใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹。

ใ“ใ†้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใซ่„šใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸไฝ“ๅ‹ขใงๅ‘ผๅธใ™ใ‚‹ใจใตใจ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚ไฝ•ๆ•…้€€ๅฑˆใชใฎใ‹、่บซไฝ“ใ‚’้›ใˆใŸใ‚Šๆ•ดไฝ“ใซใ„ใฃใŸใ‚Š่‡ชๅˆ†่‡ช่บซใซใ—ใ‹่ˆˆๅ‘ณใฎใชใ„ไบ‹ใ‚’ๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ’ใ‚‚ใชใๆ™’ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ๆฐ—ใฅใใใ†ใซใชใฃใŸ。ใใ—ใฆ่จ˜ๆ†ถๅ–ชๅคฑใ‚’่ฃ…ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใใฎๆ™‚ไนณๆฏใฎๅคซใŒ็Ž‹ใฎ่„‡ใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใฆ่ตทใ“ใ—ใŸ。ใใฎใ‚ใจใ‚’ๅไบŒไบบใปใฉใฎๅฎถๆฅใŒใคใ„ใฆใใฆใŠใ‚Šๅคงใใช็น”็‰ฉใง็Ž‹ใ‚’ๅŒ…ใ‚€ใจ็ด ๆ—ฉใๅŸŽใซ้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆๅธฐใฃใŸ。


ๅฐใ•ใช็Ž‹ๆง˜ใฏใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸ。ๅฃฐใฏใ‚ˆใ้€šใฃใŸใŒไบบ็œŸไผผใง、ๆ™ฎๆฎตใฏใ‚ซใ‚ตใ‚ซใ‚ตใจๆ—ฉๅฃใง่ฉฑใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใŸ。ๅฐใ•ใช็Ž‹ๆง˜ใŒๅŸŽใซๆˆปใฃใŸใจๅŒๆ™‚ใซๅนฝ้œŠ้”ใฏใ‚ซใƒŒใƒผใซไน—ใ‚Šๅ›ฝใฎๆน–ใ‚’ใ‹ใๆททใœใŸ。้œงใŒ็ซ‹ใก่พผใ‚ๆ™‚้–“ใฏใพใ™ใพใ™ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจๆตใ‚ŒใŸ。

ใ“ใ†ใชใ‚‹ใจๅฐใ•ใช็Ž‹ๆง˜ใฏๅฐ‘ใ—้›ขใ‚ŒใŸๅ›ฝใฎ็Ž‹ๅฅณใŒๆ†ŽใใชใฃใฆใใŸ。่ชฐใ‹ใ‚’็ฝฎใๅŽปใ‚Šใ—ใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใฎใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ ใ‘ใฎใฏใšใ ใฃใŸ。ๅนฝ้œŠ้”ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎไฝไบบใงใ‚ˆใ‹ใฃใŸใจๅฟƒใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ。ๅ›ฝไธญใฎๆฐดใฏใƒขใƒŽใ‚ฏใƒญใซใชใ‚Šๆนงๆฐดใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใถ่ฝใก่‘‰ใฏๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใใชใฃใŸ。


ๅซŒใชไบˆๆ„ŸใŒใ—ใŸไนณๆฏใจๅคซใฏใƒˆใ‚ฑใ‚คใ‚ฝใ‚ฆใฎ่”“ใจ่‘ก่„ใฎ่”“ใซใƒฉใƒ™ใƒณใƒ€ใƒผใ‚’็ทจใฟ่พผใฟใƒชใƒผใ‚นใ‚’ไฝœใฃใŸ。ไนณๆฏใฎๅคซใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใฏๅนฝ้œŠๅฐ‚้–€ใฎๅŒป่€…ใ ใฃใŸ。ๅนฝ้œŠใจใ„ใ†็—…ใฏไบบ้–“ใŒใ„ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๆฒปใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใฃใŸ。ใŸใ ไบบ้–“ใ‚’ใฉใ‚“ใฉใ‚“ๅผฑใ‚‰ใ›ๅนฝ้œŠใซใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใง、ๅนฝ้œŠๅŒปใซใชใ‚‹ใซใฏๅฟƒๅบ•ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ„ไบบ้–“ใจใ„ใ†่ณ‡่ณชใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใฃใŸ。ๅนฝ้œŠ้”ใฏๅคงๆŠตใฏๆœฌๆฃšใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใ“ใจใง็—‡็Šถใ‚’ๆ‚ชๅŒ–ใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸ。ๆœฌ็‰ฉใฎใ‚ซใƒซใƒˆใซๅ…ฅไฟกใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ๅนฝ้œŠใ‚‚ใ„ใŸ。็ˆถ่ฆชใฎไป•ไบ‹ใ‚’ๅดใง่ฆ‹ใฆใใŸไนณๆฏใฎๅคซใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏๅนฝ้œŠๅŒปใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใฏ็„ก็†ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸ。

ไนณๆฏใจใใฎๅคซใฎๅซŒใชไบˆๆ„Ÿใฏๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Š、ๅฐใ•ใช็Ž‹ๆง˜ใฎๆ†Žใ—ใฟใซๅ…ฑ้ณดใ—ใŸๅนฝ้œŠ้”ใŒๅŸŽใฎไธญใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸ。ใƒชใƒผใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘้ซชใซ้ฃพใ‚Šๅ‹•ใใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ‚‚ใ„ใŸใŒ、ๅงซใฎ็Ÿณๅƒใซใฎใ‚Š็งปใ‚ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎ、้ฆฌๅฐๅฑ‹ใซไฝใ‚‚ใ†ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎ、ใพใšใฏๅฐๆ‰€ใงใŠ่Œถใ‚’้ฃฒใ‚‚ใ†ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚‚ใ„ใŸ。

ไนณๆฏใฎๅคซใฏใŸใพใ‚‰ใš「็—›ใ„!」ใจๅซใ‚“ใ 。

ใใฎๅฃฐใ‚’่žใๅนฝ้œŠ้”ใฏใ‚ˆใ‚Š้€ๆ˜Žใซ่ฟ‘ใใชใฃใŸใŒ、ๆถˆใˆใŸใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใใžใ‚ใžใ‚ใจใ“ใกใ‚‰ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใใŸ。

ไนณๆฏใฏใ‚ปใƒผใ‚ธใ‚’็„šใ“ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใŒ、ๅคซใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ๅฟƒๅœฐใฎ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚กใƒผใ‚’ไธฆในใŸ。ๅนฝ้œŠ้”ใฏใฒใจใ‚Šใฒใจใ‚Š่บซใฎไธŠ็›ธ่ซ‡ใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸ。


The little king was awake, but he thought he would stay here and sleep until someone came. He wondered if the elephant that had been supporting the float would come running up here.

As He breathed in this head-down, legs-up position, He suddenly realized why he was always so bored, and why he was so embarrassed to expose himself to things that only interested in him, like working out or going to physical therapy. And just when he thought it would be a good idea to feign amnesia, the nanny's husband woke the king up by holding his side. He was followed by about twelve retainers, who wrapped the king in a large piece of fabric and quickly brought him back to the castle.


The little king was still not well liked. He had a good voice, but it was a mimicry, and he usually finished his speech quickly rustling. As soon as the little king returned to the castle, the ghosts took a canoe and stirred up the country lake. The fog rolled in and time moved more and more slowly.

The little king began to hate the princess of the country a little further away. He should have been the only one who could leave someone behind.

The ghosts were really glad that they were the inhabitants of this country. All the water in the country became monochrome, and the floating leaves, whether from springs or not, stopped moving.


The nanny and her husband had a bad feeling and made a wreath by weaving lavender into the crimson vine and grape vine. The nanny's husband's father was a doctor who specialized in ghosts. The disease of ghosts could not be cured without humans. However, since they weakened people and turned them into ghosts, it was necessary to be a bright-hearted person to become a ghost doctor. Most of the time, the ghosts were aggravated by being in the bookshelf segregation and shells. Some ghosts even joined real cults. The nanny's husband, who had watched his father's work from the side in his childhood, decided that he was not ready to become a ghost doctor.

The nanny and her husband's bad premonition came true, and the ghosts, sympathetic to the little king's hatred, entered the castle. Some found wreaths to decorate their hair and stop them from moving, but others tried to climb on the stone statue of the princess, some wanted to live in the stable, and some wanted to drink tea in the kitchen first.

The nanny's husband could not resist shouting, "Ouch! “the nanny's husband cried out.

At the sound of his  voice, the ghosts became more transparent, but they did not disappear.

The nanny tried to burn some sage, but her husband stopped her and arranged a comfortable couch. One by one, the ghosts began to ask each other personal questions.


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