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DIVE!! (Light Novel) - Book 4 Chapter 10 - Final Stage ▶ Shibuki
Book 4 Chapter 10 - Final Stage ▶ Shibuki
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When a person saw something too transcendent and excellent right before their eyes, they would have the means to express that taken away, revealing a defenseless cavity. After Youichi did a literal perfect reverse somersault and disappeared beneath the water, the venue was engulfed in a strange silence.
But, that was only for a few seconds. About ten seconds later, the stands suddenly roared, and even the administrative staff got excited.
Even though it received a human body moving at sixty kilometers per hour, the water’s surface still gently became calm. That stillness was too deep and too long.
Certainly, Youichi, who entered the water right in front of everyone just now, hadn’t come rising up to the surface for a long time.
Was he dead!? Shibuki momentarily thought as his face paled, while he waited for his turn at the top of the dragon’s head. But, just before one of the staff members tried to jump into the pool, Youichi finally appeared from the water with his own strength, soon finally dragging his nearly drowned self to the poolside.
At once, two staff members carried him from both sides and moved him towards the infirmary. Shibuki knew that even though Youichi’s legs were still unsteady, he seized the scores projected on the scoreboard from the corners of his eyes. Because, as he staggered out of the venue, he faced a certain spot in the stands and quickly gave a thumbs-up.
10 points.
9.5 points.
10 points.
10 points.
9.5 points.
9.5 points.
10 points.
Total, 85.26 points.
His overall score was 600.09 points.
At that moment, the applause from the stands, which were praising Youichi for the brave fight that exhausted the limits of his strength, turned into cheers of blessing. Even the divers who had already finished their turns, who already had their dreams crushed, freely gave applause from the foot of the dragon.
As that memory continued to linger, Shibuki soaked up the hot tide that filled the dome, standing behind Camel as he advanced towards the platform.
Tomoki had said to him, who had once been disgusted with the pool, that just like his “best” was in the sea, their “best” was in the pool. At the time he hadn’t the slightest idea what that “best” was, but now it was clear as day to him, like the surging sea, a powerful splash rising.
Indeed, this kind of excitement wasn’t in the sea.
To be strongly impressed by his rivals’ performances, to be jealous, and to be inspired.
The pain of competing, the pleasure of it, as well as the unspeakable appealing depth of it.
Those things, which he had never experienced by himself, were in his chest, and as Shibuki waited for his turn to do what might be his last performance, at that moment he heard the applause from the stands and the rippling sighs in his ears. Despite saving his speciality, the forward 1½ somersaults and 2½ twists in straight position, for the last round as a highlight, it seemed that Camel regrettably could not reach 600 points. The scoreboard was lit with the unfeeling number of 578.04 points as his total score.
In all probability, I’ll be subjected to that same unfeelingness after a few seconds, Shibuki thought resignedly. Currently, he had 552.09 points. Although it was a match that he had volunteered for, with his final dive having a degree of difficulty of 1.6, he wouldn’t be able to break through the wall of 600 unless he got perfect scores.
But, he could do something that he could engrave into the eyes of everyone in the venue, everyone from the MDC, and Kyouko, that couldn’t be expressed in numbers.
His individuality, for that reason.
The Okitsu blood, for that reason.
The swan dive, for that reason—.
When he stood on the platform with enough distance for his approach, Shibuki’s back had already surpassed its limit. Some time ago, every time he stepped on a stair, a tearing pain ran through his entire body. But, the swans that flew from Siberia to Japan in a few days would surely also have endured countless number of wounds beneath their beautiful wings.
Shibuki lightly closed his eyes and recalled that flight in Jumonji.
That prominent silhouette that moistened the twilight sky.
Powerfully. And, beautifully.
To awaken that brilliance of life with these arms, these legs, and this whole body—.
As the whistle blew, Shibuki took off, becoming a determined bird. There were a few seconds until the tip of the platform. Just in that moment was he released from the fetters of the ground, and those who were living or dead went somewhere far away. Somebody’s dream. Love. Hope. Despair. Pain. Everything was left on the ground, he drove his own soul into the gaping, empty space at the tip of the platform. He made his nerves pass through to the tips of his arms that were spread wide, delicately. And majestically. A top form that seemed to burn into the evening sky.
It’s decided! His heart cried out, and in the next moment, Shibuki’s body drew a carefree curve as it swooped down. His eyes, dazzled by the ceiling lights that he was getting too close to, were already capturing the approaching water surface. And then…
Rip, the instant the sound of a no-splash arose and he cut through the water, Shibuki, feeling that he had completely accomplished everything, was once again joined to the earth.
