The Dream Code: Yume no Kodo [Light Novel] Vol. 1 – Page 13

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The digital golden touch of Nihonadin had translated into tangible wealth, and with it, a sanctuary. Mitsu, now inhabiting the 38-year-old form of Kanzaki but carrying the delicate, youthful spirit of a 16-year-old, found himself the owner of a breathtaking, small palace-like home. It was a structure of pure white, modern yet tasteful, eschewing ostentation for an understated elegance that mirrored his own evolving aura. A meticulously kept garden, bursting with a vibrant tapestry of flowers, surrounded the estate, a testament to the life and beauty he had cultivated. This was it – the culmination of his journey, the physical manifestation of “home,” a space of profound peace and readiness to finally meet his dream girl, Ava, not through the veil of dreams, but in the warm embrace of reality.

Their connection, forged in the ethereal landscapes of their subconscious, had deepened to a point of undeniable clarity. Within the dream realm, they had become profoundly aware of each other, their souls intertwined, and the impossible had become possible: they had exchanged contact information, a digital bridge across their separate existences.

And so, on a beautiful evening, as the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose, Mitsu stood in the flower-strewn garden of his new home. Ava, who had just recently celebrated her fifteenth birthday, walked towards him. The Kanzaki body, though mature in years, retained a striking youthfulness, a delicate poise that spoke of his spirit, now harmonized with the vibrant energy of the younger Mitsu. The air between them thrummed with an unspoken understanding, a shared anticipation that had simmered for months.

When they finally met, it was not with hurried steps or nervous gestures, but with a profound, gravitational pull. Mitsu reached for Ava, and she met him halfway. They embraced, a long, encompassing hug that seemed to hold the weight of their extraordinary journey, the silence stretching into an eternity. The sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the garden in twilight, and still, they remained locked in each other’s arms. No words were needed. The symphony of their two hearts beating in perfect, resonant harmony was communication enough. Mitsu had made it. He was home.

A few days later, Ava moved in, her presence instantly bringing a new warmth to the white walls of the palace. Mitsu, ever thoughtful, arranged for a dedicated caretaker for Ava’s mother, ensuring her well-being, and they began to visit her occasionally. Though initially reserved and not particularly fond of guests, Ava’s mother found herself softened by the sight of her daughter’s profound happiness and by Mitsu’s undeniable grace and sincerity. This shift in her own life led her to begin taking better care of herself. Within a few months, she met another man, and a quiet sense of peace settled over her, allowing her to build a new life.

One evening, as Ava lay beside Mitsu in their shared sanctuary, a playful, almost mischievous smile gracing her lips, she whispered, “Will you be Kanzaki-kun with me, like I met you in your dream for the first time?”

Mitsu held her close, his gaze meeting hers, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “You know,” he replied softly, his voice a warm caress, “I am him.”

The months that followed were a beautiful testament to their realized love. The need for dreams had vanished. Their intimacy was now a palpable reality, a shared existence filled with laughter, quiet moments, and the profound joy of two souls finally united.

Then, one night, within the familiar landscape of his dreams, Nuuko appeared, his presence carrying a weight of destiny. “It is time,” he conveyed, her voice resonating with ancient wisdom, “to meet the other four girls. The ones you encountered in the forest with Ava in your dreams—they too are chosen as survivors.They will all belong to you. They are already fans of Nihonadin, and you will meet them at a club event.” The message was clear, the path laid out. Mitsu, ever obedient to the currents of fate, knew what he had to do.