Yoshizumi had been too busy transitioning the research he was leaving behind and with the arranging of his documents, and until the very last minute there had simply been no time to spare. Now, when it was finally time to sit down and write it, he found he had nothing to say.Yoshizumi unfolded the piece of writing paper and, after staring at it for about five minutes, slowly began to write.“Yoshiko—listen to what everyone tells you and grow up to be a strong, wise girl.”After writing that far, he laughed out loud, remembering that he had not yet even seen the ‘child of the South Pole’ named Yoshiko Antarctica—an infant less than a year old—nor had he had any particular interest in doing so until now. Of course, he had been single when he came to Antarctica and even afterward had not even once laid a finger on any of the women—or “mamas” as they were now called. Humans remained wishy-washy and irresponsible right up to the moments of their deaths. Or maybe they just had so many things to say that in the end all they could write were wishy-washy and irresponsible things.As for the distribution of his possessions, Yoshizumi asked Tatsuno to handle it, wrote down simple instructions, and sealed them in an envelope.
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