Illimitable Until Death

“Coexistence, dependence and connection with others are worthless acts. ”

This is the belief in the heart of the tornado.

No, it's about obsession.

Maybe even the snowstorm didn't know about it.

When I was a little girl, the tornado left home for a while.

The snowstorm was only two years old that year, and the tornado was only seven years old.

But by that time, the tornado had extraordinary power.

That's psychic power.

The tornado has extraordinarily powerful powers.

As I said before, the tornadoes of early childhood already possess more power than the blizzards of today.

And now, with snowstorms, strength can squeeze into the top A heroes.

A stronger tornado than a snowstorm like this, probably had the power of an S-class hero by then.

That's the gift of a tornado.

Let the blizzard be a gift of despair.

But this gift, it's not all good.

“Are you the little tornado? ”

“I hear you're a psychic prodigy. Want to come to us? ”

“We have a lot of friends on our side. ”

Adults use such rhetoric as a pretext to take away the young tornado.

And where the tornado came from, it wasn't a place with a lot of friends, it was just a research facility.

“For the sake of human development, we hope to be able to study your abilities. ”

Adults who say this start doing various tests on the tornadoes.

“Ok... what an amazing number...!? ”

“This... this is the power of this kid? ”

“What a monster! ”

The results of the Tornado's ability test surprised, surprised, and even frightened adults.

From that moment on, maybe something's spoiled.

Powerful forces have plunged researchers into a state of madness, and to analyze the power of the tornado, even to make it stronger, constantly doing all kinds of research.

If the tornadoes were in the Magic Prohibited Bibliography world, would you be able to find a lot of sounds?

Because they were all treated as white mice because of their abilities, pushed to the operating table, and subjected to inhumane experiments.

This kind of experiment lasted three full years.

Until a synthetic beast suddenly burst out of the research facility and almost destroyed the entire institute, the tornado finally had a way out of the cell and out of the experimental facility.

And the first time you walk out of the experimental facility and take a fresh bath in the sun, there's only one idea for a tornado.

“We have to find the blizzard...”

That year, the tornado was ten years old, and the blizzard was five years old.

So it's very likely that the snowstorm really didn't know about it, not to mention that her sister had such a twisted personality and a desire to protect herself because of what was happening at that time.

In other words, in the mind of a tornado, obsession has long developed.

“Interpersonal communication is a worthless act. ”

Because the people the tornado met, they didn't want to talk to her, they just wanted to use her.

“I have to protect the blizzard. ”

Because snowstorm is the sister of a tornado, and the only connection to the tornado's veins exists, not between people.

In such cases, the tornado cannot be trusted by anyone and has a nearly distorted desire to protect one's own sister.

These are the results of childhood, the talent envied by the blizzard.

This is also why the tornado reacted so violently that day when Sylvia said she was a friend of the blizzard.

Friends?

That kind of thing has no value at all.

After all, that is what is derived from the so-called communication links between people.

And since this is denied, the tornado will naturally not agree with Sylvia.

As a result, the two men were caught in a fierce battle.

The only thing the tornado didn't think of was that Sylvia had the strength to fight herself.

Moreover, the man, who suddenly did not know where he came from, completely restrained himself and ate himself to death.

As a result, the tornado could not help but watch the blizzard wander around the two.

Coupled with personal grudges, how does this release the tornado?

“What the hell do you want!? ”

Looking at the man standing in front of the body of the weirdo, the tornado could only speak out.

“Can't you just stay away from me!? ”

That was a heartfelt cry.

That is a sign of refusal to communicate with others.

If there is a distance, then naturally there is no contact.

If you don't accept it, you can't get close.

The tornado refuses to come close to everything.

The man in front of you is just one of the trickier ones.

However, the so-called tricky notion would have arisen only if it had been difficult to hope for.

He turned the blade of the moon in his hand and looked at the tornado suspended in the middle of the sky. He smiled with disdain.

“Don't make it sound like I'm approaching you on purpose, okay? That's disgusting! ”

Faced with the rejection of the tornado, what was done was not compromise and disobedience, but stimulus.

“Mmm... mmm...! ”

The tornado jumped straight.

“Why does a snowstorm get tangled up with a guy like you? Where the hell is a guy like you? ”

This is something that the tornado can't figure out anyway.

But it doesn't make any sense.

"You wouldn't understand, would you?” The party did not clarify its relationship with the snowstorm to the tornado, but looked at the girl and said, “Because you never tried to understand the heart of the snowstorm, did you? ”

The look on the tornado was flat.

But the sound in the square still gets into his ear very clearly.

“You only have unilateral demands and protections for snowstorms, but you never understand each other, because, in your view, that is something that is not necessarily necessary. ”

“So you don't know what the blizzard wants, you don't know what the blizzard needs, and you don't know what's in the mind of the blizzard, you just pile all the things you think on her and keep her breathless. ”

“How could you possibly understand the blizzard? ”

The words in the square were spoken carelessly, making the face of the tornado sink.

“What does that have to do with you?” The tornado is so irritating, “said the tornado," that we don't need you outsiders to handle our business! ”

The words of the tornado, the exchange of responses, also seem predictable.

“I don't give a shit about things between you, I'm just talking to myself, and if you can hear me, I won't be idle to say it.” He whispered, "It's just a shame that your sister was put in a cage by yourself. ”

Leaving these words behind is turning around, turning into a meteor, plunging into the sky, disappearing at the other end of the moon and night.

“Huh!”

The tornado snorted cold, hugging his arm and not turning over.

But the mind is starting to get more irritable.

“I really hate that guy! ”