Party, it could be disbanded.
Ren was feeling more and more comfortable as he headed home alone.
The exploration for face-to-face ends and the two met on their way home. They say they're Ichiki's sisters, but obviously that wasn't all.
What can I do for you? It was just when Mullina made her face look red and Ren, who stepped out a step ago, tried to hear it when she saw the complexion of a blue-blue chicken.
- Don't worry about it. Because it's a personal story.
That said, Ren and Murina were driven away. My story, if they say so, can be interrupted. I couldn't even make a polite wish for a chicken without it.
Something must be going on.
The conclusion I had reached by talking to Murina by the time I got home was that. Mullina introduced me to a chicken, but that look might interfere with the formation of a spring party due to family circumstances.
But more than that.
Ren shrugged, looking back at the way he came.
"Are you okay, Ichiki?"
Purely, he was showing himself to the figs he had just known.
What is she thinking right now?
……
I remember her the first time I gave her a letter, and I wanted to know for sure.
Ichiki is clearly aware that she is a genius.
I'm not arrogant, and I'm not humble. I didn't know I had talent for "what I've done" because I've worked harder than people, because I've been more successful than people, or because I have more knowledge than people.
Ichiki just didn't have the same structure as a person from birth.
It was before Ichiki turned one year old that I realized I was different from others.
She has a clear memory, since about six months of her life. By the time I was a year old, I had established what I could almost call self-consciousness. If I had tried to have a conversation with an adult, it would have been possible at that point.
It's not because I had memories of a previous life or because I was endowed with wisdom by a paranormal being. It is self-consciousness formed after listening to the conversations of the adults who have been around us since birth, seeing the landscape in the eyes and reading the way the world works by counting backwards from any information we incorporate.
Ichiki, who completed the formation of the kind of personality that ordinary people would gain over a decade, made the decision at that point.
I am not like others.
Obviously, there are two or three more senses than others. There is a perception of world observation not found in ordinary humans, with a head structure capable of successfully processing the unique sensory information obtained from it. Therefore, I am better than any other human being. If you grow up, you become a person who can overwhelm others. It wasn't pride or anything, it was just a fact that Ichiki had grasped her excellence.
At the same time she was enlightened by her wit to the point of heresy.
If you show that talent, you will undoubtedly be neglected.
The Oriental Qinghua dynasty, where Ichiki was born, was a world of seniority. Young and outstanding things are not always welcome in a world where you can be great when you get older.
I am such a fragile creature that I cannot live alone. That is why, aware of her body, which she could not walk alone, she set the guiding principles for life.
To hide, to flatter, to exhaust.
With those three, I show my surroundings that I am not heretical.
At the time, it was a self-diagnosis of a one-year-old child.
She knew she had to be raised, and decided to behave as she was loved.
First, he refrained from doing better than the elderly. I never broke my attitude of begging for teaching, choosing to be defeated and insulted over my sense of superiority by victory, and never trying to make myself look big, especially when I dealt with older people. As a result, Ichiki was a pretty good kid, but it shouldn't have been more than that.
I personally am a superior person, but I don't need to be a superior individual to a group of people. If you're some organization, if you're the only one who's grown up, you might be able to beat it. But the bigger the group, and more importantly, the larger the 'country', I knew that Ichiki alone would never want victory or anything else.
For his own happiness, Ichiki had made it a good idea to give himself to a great tree called the 'clan', which was already there.
So she was content with her birth, which she hailed as a clan of wisdom. A family of bureaucrats from generation to generation, though not the Chinese who hold a territory from generation to generation. The birth of the 'clan of wisdom', which also has a foil called the blood vein of the original library, had a guaranteed future if efforts were made.
If you grow up safely in this clan and grow up, let's live up to this clan. That's what I thought, and I never disagreed with the very common tide in Oriental Qinghua that "the blood of the clan is absolute".
At the same time, she was a girl who used to read books.
It's not that I like to read letters, it's not that I like stories, I liked to get more knowledge. I don't output my anomalies, just keep inputting is also a slight disobedience to keeping my heresy hidden.
The collection of unusually much knowledge, which fully demonstrated heresy, was one means of satisfying the identity of oneself, even though it was sneaky in the eyes.
And it was her own stress relief.
You can say that Ichiki's life began with self-denial.
From other people's point of view, Ichiki is heretical, but for Ichiki, it's what goes out of his nature to go with others.
So sometimes I wanted to show off that knowledge asexually. Ichiki was sloppy and rational, but it's not like he doesn't have emotions, and he's not a chunk of rationality. Someone who doesn't have the risk of exposing some of his excellence - that is, somewhat looser if he's inside.
So Ichiki showed his knowledge, his interpretation, to the best of the clan.
Its opponent is Oyun.
Oyun, the eldest sister, is the head of the next chief. She's over ten years old and away from home. To the extent that she wouldn't mind being that girlfriend, Ichiki was showing off her knowledge.
I repeated that breath several times. Ichiki trusted Oyun. It's my own sister. Above all, the bond of 'blood' in the East is so stiff an edge that it does not allow other followers.
That's why I can't forget.
"Mr. Oyun...?
They put a collar on me, about that day.
Slave collar.
It is a continentally banned benefit. At the same time, the collar of malice born in the dungeon was also something you could get if you wanted to get it.
Oyun's eyes directed at the bewilderment of a strawberry with a collar on his wake-up was a colour of skepticism.
"What are you? I don't think so... but it's not the birth of the Immortal."
It's a misunderstanding, I yelled.
I may indeed be heretical. And I also knew with the knowledge I had gained in the library that I could not be a 'Immortal' or 'Saint'.
At best, I have two or three senses more than people, and I just have a head circuit that can handle it properly. First, they do not reach miracles with the power of their natural talents. Something that was just human suddenly gets' miracles' one day.
"Well...... no, I guess so. It may be strange for you to be wary of 'immortals' etc... compared to other siblings..."
As he summed up his thoughts, Oyun was crushing his bumps and talking to himself.
The occurrence of 'immortals' in the East equals a sign of unrest. Immortals were always involved during the dynasty transition. There is no different from the West, but above all in the Oriental Qinghua dynasty, the original bloodline of a different country than the Herbarian Empire, which crowns' Emperor's Jade Sound '- it has been a long time since the secret of' Emperor 'was already lost.
If immortals were born, everyone would have had the fear that the Qinghua dynasty would perish without being able to resist. All the more so because there was a revolution in the Herbarian Empire by the 'Virgin' and the 'Brave', at a time when they were converging.
"I'll ask you to go to the West. The unrest in the Herbarian Empire is also coming to an end. We need to gather information and then we need a foothold."
I was told with a smile.
Why wear a slave collar? Why a young self. There were as many objections to Oyun talking about thin pre-construction.
But at the sight of his heart, Ichiki was ruled by the notion of giving up.
Oyun only wanted to make the strawberry troublesome payment and wanted 'disposal' more than that. I was thankful, they thought I should die far away.
"What, I'll leave everything to your talent. Alone."
What are you saying to a child who is not even ten years old?
Immortal How before this, she neglected the human presence of a brilliant book muscle. Being the lead candidate for the next chieftain by seniority, she is trying to pick a human bud that may be better than herself in order to set the stage.
I didn't know what to do, Ichiki.
Escape, but no stopovers. She was smart, and her brilliance prevented her from acting without thinking later. Even at this stage, I was able to make the decision that I would have preferred to be flown far away to escape where there was nothing.
"It's for the clan. Don't go, Ichiki."
More importantly, the shock of being betrayed by Oyun, whom I trusted, was too great.
Miscellaneously, the route to the West was via illegal people buying. It would be an excuse for Oyun, who feared Ichiki's resistance, to leave his slave collar on. Carried to the West in a way that's almost no different from being sold off, where we got there.
"What. You, you look about right. Your eyes are dead."
The first voice I heard was an angelic soprano voice that fascinated those I listened to.
"Apprentice me, take me. I'm not proud of him, but he's not here as irrational as I am. But I don't think I'm unhappy!
The boy, with his fingers clasped with his numb thumbs, saw the vid more vividly than his voice.
The crude tone behind soprano voices, which I can't help but hear, showed that he lived in a place completely unrelated to courtesy. The surprisingly weak boy had an unexpectedly large attitude and learned to envy why he lived freely in such a disabling place.
And the other one.
"... it's weird to be depressed with a collar or so. Even if you didn't like it, did you?
A pleasant husky voice in the ears emanating from some blurry looking girl, even though it is beautiful and pitiful.
I met two people who wore the same collar, for a completely different reason, and the chicken was saved. It was the first time I could know about the crowd. Know the joy of being accepted by revealing your inner self.
No boundaries, no treatment, no birth.
Everything was different. It was when the three of us met.