I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

"Why... why is that... why"

A cry of resentment mixed with anger and sorrow that shakes my soul no matter how many times I hear it.

Here he comes. He's spraying more like a black aura than he did last night. Now that I had information from the gardener, that face looked horrible and somewhere sad.

The gardener walks over without hesitation to Chiquina, who is about to become such a grudging demon.

"What do you resent so much, Mr. Chiquina?"

I don't blame you or blame you, just a gentle speaking voice.

I see hesitation, not just resentment, in the face of Chiquina, who turned around in response to such a gardener's voice.

"Who... is that woman's... companion"

"No, I just want to hear your story. If you want to tell her something, I'll tell her responsibly. Mr. Chiquina, don't you have something to tell her?"

'What I want to tell you... Ha, I just... I want to kill that woman and the people around her who were mocking and fooling me!

He says he just exhaled anger emotions, but a strong wind is gushing out of his whole body, and the dust is rising. The power of resentment enough for the demons who had come nearby to walk away like they were frightened.

"Would you mind telling me that? Anyway, I think it's better to let her know what you think, slap it down to the bottom of your fear, and then kill it."

Ah, the gardener? What are you saying with a smile on your face? I can understand as much as this is being done as a rush, but you let it go without staring.

'I see... that's funny... then I'll let you hear it... why are you complaining about that woman so far!

Have you been riding? That's what the gardener said beforehand.

"A soul who has left a grudge wants someone to hear it, to know it. Whoever suffers and dies wants you to know the pain, but therefore becomes a grudge demon and suffers and kills people. He really wants someone to know the pain."

The gardener is carrying things as expected. All you have to do is let me hear his true intentions.

"I was an unsold painter. But it was just before I was admitted and could grab the glory in a few moments. Until then, I've struggled with her through something, and now I can finally make her happy and raise her. I can build a happy family from now on '

The look of resentment fell off the face of the talking chicken. I miss the past and even have a bitter laugh on my mouth.

'That's what I thought. I bounced my chest off a happy future projection, sharpened my skeleton for an upcoming solo exhibition, and I kept painting. I can finally put her up easier. I'm sure there's a wonderful world ahead of me... and I painted the last one. All set, I went home from work to her waiting house. "

It's a heartwarming story to this point. Success stories where poor painters grab happiness. If I say common subject matter, it may be until then, but there is no such thing as resentment elements.

"Waiting for me like that was her saying," I've got someone I like. I want you to break up. "

Chicken's face, whining with a disappearing voice, is going to cry now, and its spiciness is clearly conveyed just by watching.

"Why is the word in your head? Why, at this time, why, now. Certainly, until now, it was impudent and burdensome on her. It is understandable if you are abandoned because of it. But why, now that you may be able to grasp happiness, why did you ruin the hopelessness that anointed this supreme moment! I had no idea!

The appearance of a chicken barking backwards toward heaven was painful, and I too had tasted the pain of being eagled behind my chest.

"Despair from happiness. Confusion, hatred and plea. I almost got invaded by every emotion, but I managed to contain it... because I had an affair so far. But when I heard her explain, I wanted reason to blow up. I've been friends with the guy for a long time, but don't tell me what inspired you to date was the party seat you had at home a few days ago! I was too busy to participate, but I nodded pleasantly at the plea that I could call a friend to my home and make a scene. She's fascinating, and I honestly was jealous that she had a lot of guys with her participating friends, but I only hoped and agreed that she would be happy!

Oh, well. I see what he despaired of. This isn't the kind of place to pinch your mouth. You should let him spit out all his thoughts.

"All the people who were at that party listened to her talk about zeroing my stupidity, threw that guy away, and I didn't care what I did to this guy, I always did! That would make me happier. I cleaned and decorated the room without even knowing that, and I smiled and invited them into the house and deliberately gave them a backup to break up. Funny... I set the stage for being shaken... '

I can't find a word to hang. Honestly, this story is a unilateral statement of a man, so it may be different from the facts. Still, I could be sure that the sadness was real.

"I killed my emotions. Until just a few days ago, I didn't want to think that everything about her that I normally dealt with without even showing such a bare gesture was a lie. I didn't want to hate my loved ones. I was about to curse when I opened my mouth, I pulled myself out of the house... I spent the night sleepless, and I went back to her house at night to pick up only the things I forgot without saying a grudge anymore... it was like she was having fun at home with a new man '

Speaking that far, Chiquina looked up to heaven. There's just a pitch-black darkness spreading there, never seeing one star.

"Why, how can you do that! I picked and bought all those furniture, dishes and groceries together, and I can bring a man into a room filled with those things and precious memories for years, the night after we broke up! Why can a man smile and whisper love while crushing memories with his earthfoot! They don't have people's hearts! Tell me, please, someone tell me! How could you do such a terrible thing? I don't understand! I've sinned so much that I have to! Please tell me... please '

I don't have the skill to respond to his whimpering cries. Even if I had a mouth to talk to, there's nothing I can say that I've never had that experience.

"Unfortunately for me not to be the one to know. Do you want to hit her with that grudge?"

Hearing the gardener speaking quietly, the man distorts his face to anger and opens his mouth wide.

'Naturally! I cursed that woman to inflict this suffering!

"Are you sure? What did you want? Did you really just show up to curse your grievances?"

'Yes!

Heading to Chiquina, which I assure you, the gardener offered a single painting. There was depicted one woman smiling gently.

"They say this painting is a portrait that was placed in front of her house the day you died."

Is this the woman named Seemi, the person in the vortex? I have a flashy, plain impression, but honestly beautiful. It was a portrait that seemed like it. It was a work full of happiness that made the beholder smile unexpectedly, filled with the overflowing affection of this painted chicken.

'The painting... oh... well... that day, at the end of the day, admitting my inaction... you asked me about the house in an attempt to get only the painting I had ever drawn with gratitude... and witnessed that scene... oh well... then I gave her the painting I had dropped... there was resentment. But more than that, I mourn my impudence. I'm dead. to my own stupidity for failing to protect that warm sight'

"The Grievance Spirit Demon deals with the soul of someone with strong feelings, amplifies and harms himself, and reborn him as a Grievance Spirit Demon. But with that abomination, I couldn't fill your true thoughts."

Really... Really? I wasn't experienced enough in my life to pinch a person's mouth in a sex affair, but I was willing to understand that Chickena wanted to kill him with resentment. But you didn't?

"Mr. Chickena. I'll ask again. What did you want?"

"I..."

"Yes, which is it?"

"At the request of Master Seemi, he came from the Hunter Association."

In the morning, the gardener is visiting a private house directly in front of the inn. I was lined up next to the gardener to see it through to the end.

The woman who opened the door - Seemi is looking at me and circling her eyes. If you opened the front door and had a vending machine, you'd be surprised even in modern Japan.

"Uh, this box is some kind of magic kit you keep in front of the inn, right?"

"Yes. I'm Mr. Hackon, a willing demon prop. Aside from that, please report that the request has been successfully completed."

Seemi is stroking her chest down when she hears the words.

"Really, thank you. Maybe you don't have the right to tell me, but I can't look at you like that any more."

"They left the world without getting lost. And I'll return this portrait."

"Oh, no. I do not have the right to receive this…"

That's what I said, I looked at her trying to push the portrait back, and I reflected him as the contour faded on the LCD panel.

"I'm sorry, Seemi. Really annoyed me all the time. You let me live my normal life by being abandoned, but I was lucky enough to get down, and I didn't see anything then. It's normal to worry about me not earning much, even if my friends say so. I've been told so many times that I can't live like this. I can follow my dreams while working steadfastly. Opening an exhibition doesn't necessarily make it any better in the future. I didn't have the ear to ask you even though you said so. Now, I can take that word honestly. I'm so sorry. There was a word I wanted to tell you that day with the portrait. So, it's late, but I want you to take it. Thanks till now, make me happy '

Tears pass down her cheeks and she collapses off her knees holding the portrait.

Immediately after recording this, he bowed his head deep to us and disappeared. I was impressed that the last face I showed was a blown out, satisfied face.

It's funny how vending machines talk about romance, but I don't think this one thing generally means one of them is bad. He's been burdened, too, and she's been giving advice about it many times. Only when the gears came off and each other went around on their own, with the worst possible outcome.

"No one can fully understand the minds of others even though they don't know their own. But whether you can replace yourself with the other person's position and be compassionate. I think that's all it is."

The gardener's words permeate the iron body all the time. Even though it was a subtle way of speaking, it was so convincing that I felt it by accident. I'm sure I've been through so many things I can't imagine. The words of the elderly, who have come through both sour and sweet, weigh differently.

"Mr. Hackon is different from us because of his appearance, but as a person, the most important thing is his heart. Don't forget the kindness I showed you in the orphanage."

"Thank you"

It has the body of a vending machine, where people's consciousness resides. Only my heart wants to be a person because I have lost my flesh. I couldn't help but think so.

What I think when I see the backdrop...... I miss Ramisu asexually. She smiles at me with an innocent smile, her face abruptly on my mind.

Only that smile needs to be protected in place of this one.