A Wish to Grab Happiness

A man lives to love someone, his father said. I'm sure Bruder believed it when he was a kid, too. In front of me was my beloved father and mother, and a sister to protect.

Back then, the world was complete in its own arms, and there was nothing to zero. I'm sure there's a lot of love in this world, and I thought it was all about loving your neighbor, yes.

But somewhere in my heart, I must have known. I just didn't, because I don't want to see it. I just kept looking away because I wanted to.

The existence of love is too heavy for a human being, such as a mercenary, who makes it a business to replace a person's heart with gold coins, to have a human being who looks forward to taking something away from a person.

That's why he was such a distorted father who was a usurper but loved people wholeheartedly that at the end of the day he was the feather of losing everything.

My mother's life, my sister's own, even my own life, was taken by a man I called my best friend, my father who ruined my life. Bruder remembered very well what such a father had entrusted to himself in the end.

Crap. Really, crap. Even breathing would be painful, yet my father vomited his words.

I wish I hadn't entrusted that to you. At the end, if only enough to entrust you with pain, whimpering, and tears. I wish I hadn't told you. Much easier, I would have died.

I should have told him. Humans don't live or do anything to love. He said he was just inert and alive. I should have told you, my father's son.

"- I'm sorry, hey. Happily for you, Vee, please."

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Bruder remembered that as he stared into the shadow of a spear axe piercing himself. It's all about my childhood, when I fell apart.

"- Will you surrender? Aren't you?"

The woman's voice sounds. The voice through the armor repeatedly played a distorted tone of echo, but still a clear and audible voice makes her feel good about growing up. I'm sure there must have been no disabilities as a child.

Oh, good. Good, I'm not happy. I'm sure you won't be happy now. Wrapped in love, he found out that he was happily raised to this point. If I were you, I'd let you go and celebrate, Vesterine, my beloved sister.

Bruder's eyes narrowed. Its gaze, after a long time's loss of liquor, pierces the Vestalinu oddly sharply.

Really, if that's all it was. If you hadn't even called that man, my father, the man who took everything from us.

If you hadn't been there, smiling at that man, you would have died without having to live in this world.

Bruder's cheeks, distorted. My skin trembles and creates a distorted grin. I can act confident, making it look like I can afford it at all times. That was one of Bruder's stunts. My strength returned to my frightened hand and the needle sucked on my skin.

I'm sure that strange employer, Rugis, and the woman named his companion, will be watching somewhere. Let me show you something. Beautiful, beautiful love.

"That's a nasty word - basically, surrendering is better if you're losing, you poor woman."

Moments, space distorted.

A spear axe wielded from Vestalinu's arm was swung down looking at the blueder in a straight line, even twisting his vision. No mercy, no confusion. It's not about killing or tearing your opponent apart, it's just a blow all over you to destroy.

Spitting, I couldn't even give Bruder a moment like that. Blink and your heart will fall into the hands of the Reapers during that slight moment. Such intuition did exist. Yeah, but Bruder waited for this moment.

Brown hair shakes and crosses her gaze. Already, Bruder's body was moving.

From that fingertip of Bruder, the needle pops out like a creature. Like Vestalinu's spear axe, there is no roaring or forcing the space to tear apart. Instead, it's much quieter and I can't even hear a whisper.

Still, surely that long needle can prune a person's life. If half of that body is buried in the steeple, people can't breathe lightly. An instant crossing between a roaring spear axe and a long needle that remains silent.

The Spear Axe is aiming at the enemy's skull, and the long needle is aiming at a slight gap in the neck of its armor. Just as it is our mutual duty to do so.

Not for long, a flash of defense. Oh, with his arm still swallowed by booze, Bruder showed his teeth that he couldn't do this.

- So, the tip of the long needle, decides the meat.

There was blood. The needle did pierce the Vesterine flesh.

But should I call that a trick?

Between Vestalinu's vision of the needle and his decision, there wasn't a moment or so, it should have been less. As such, Bruder's fingertips were indeed released with the aim of his neck. Well, it should be.

So, though, now that needle is piercing Vestalinu's left wrist and devouring the meat as he pleases. There is no madness at Bruder's fingertips. Long after, the sight without alcohol was good, and the five fingers of both hands had regained touch.

But as he went on top of it, Vestalinu turned away just a little. That alone prevented Bruder's last blow.

Oh, and that sound strikes Bruder in the ear. Vestalinu's Spear Axe was imminent.

Oh, I see. This is unstoppable. Whatever it takes, it won't stop. Even if you use all of your body for that clasp, you must decide to the ground.

Pity. An attack ready to even strike is completely prevented by my sister, and I can't breathe here and now. Really, pity.

I couldn't hear my father's last wish, I couldn't clear my mother's carelessness, and that's how I couldn't pull my sister Vestalinu down from that sweet nightmare.

In the end, there's nothing left for me. Bruder finally closed his eyes. This is good. I don't mind. The insects were too good to live with now that I had come to live with inertia. If everything works out as long as you arouse it, the word effort does not exist in this world. Whatever, it's a reasonable ending for a drunken self.

There is no stopover, there is no curse, there is no great will to live. You can't possibly get yourself something like that.

My sister, Vestalinu, has it all. He's got a loving father, he's got men, and he's got the ingredients to be happy. If you continue to be fooled until the time of your death, even if that is only a falsehood, I'm sure that's one happiness.

Second, Bruder was behind his eyelid, remembering a strange client. Rugis and his client who so named him.

Weird, he was human. I felt strangely intimate and didn't like the sighted mouthfeel. I was angry at the attitude that I knew that I was an understander.

Yeah, but, well, why not? I don't know. Still, it wasn't enough to hate it.

I'm sure there's something strange going on with him. Must be. Bruder groaned in the back of his chest that he would have liked to have met more, in a different way, anyway.

A shock strikes that skinny body.

The broad hat on his head jumped, brown, and stretched his hair hollow, stroking