なのに無傷。まったく無傷。薄皮一枚切り裂けない。それは茶機の傘を受け止めたときと同様で、頑強さと言うより別位相の物理を目にしたかのようだった。
And yet, he was unharmed. Completely unharmed. Not even a thin layer of skin was torn off. It was the same as when he received Shiori's fist, and it was as if I saw another phase of physics rather than stubbornness
喩えるなら、絵の中でどれだけ猛火を描写しようと、それが現実の人間を燃やせるわけがないのと同じ。
To put it in another way, no matter how raging the fire is depicted in a picture, it can't burn a real person.
立っている場所がそもそも違うという断絶感。
A sense of disconnection, that the place where we are standing isn't the same to begin with.
そして、絵に現実は害せなくても、現実が絵を破壊することは容易に出来る。
And even if the picture can't harm the reality, reality can easily destroy the picture.
高次元から低次元への攻撃は、赤子の手を捻るよりも通しやすい。
An attack from a higher dimension to a lower dimension is easier to get through than twisting a baby's hand.
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