In the morning Yuto attended Yoshibayashi High School, his alma mater.
Hey, he looks like he's got a twisted face and still doesn't feel his legs bound.
Since then, Yuto has fallen asleep until morning, and when he wakes up and returns to me, he remembers the school. In a hurry, when I changed into my uniform, I popped out of the house sighing at my fellow men, who were wiped out in the living room.
"I had a hard time last night...... thanks to everyone though. But that's it - from now on, little by little, but I need to teach everyone something called common sense. Oh, yeah, next time, let's give a lecture. There's no way you know our common sense. Especially for Koko and Sally!
Only Yoko and Sally's eighteen-barbid combination in yesterday's experience was a blessed man who knew better than to do something about it.
Yuto gets a little nervous as he approaches school.
(I took a week off... what's going on? Did Ichigo do well...? No, you can't expect too much. They're that beautiful teacher...)
"Ahhh, you're so weird... and again, they'll all forget about me... Oh, wait, wait. That means it's possible that Miss Beauty forgot about me, too. That means...... maybe we can cut through!? Yes, no... he's been checking the rest of the day records. Who is this student? About, you'll be asked sooner or later calmly..."
Finally, as you walk through the school gate, in front of Yuto, who walks in heavy footsteps... you discover a bright white boy student.
(White? What? Is that our student? But such a whole body white...... yeah? No! You look bland! Says!!)
And the white student thought, Ye Man rushed over to the student, and peered into his face.
"Ah!! Yes, Ichigo! What's wrong!? Hey, what happened? Ichigo!"
"Oh?"
With the vain eyes of zero fury, Ichigo turns his face slowly towards the Blessed One.
"Hey, Ichigo! What, you look like a professional boxer who used up that power!?
Ichigo stares at Yuto...... gradually his eyes open wide and his hair, which was looking bright white, also returns to black.
"Of! Oh, you! Where's the blessed man?
Ichigo jumped out loud and stared at Yuto with vigilance Max's attitude.
Blessed be a serious face to the attitude of his best friend, whom he has never seen before.
(Ah... well... you forgot about me even once... yeah? Didn't you just say Yuto?
"I can't do this anymore! I can't do this anymore! I can't follow you! Give me a break!
"Hey, Ichigo! What's the matter with you! What are you talking about!?
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Ichigo's movement stops and he stares around to lick Ji and Yuman's entire body.
"... hey, what?
"You... are you a blessing?
"What? You're a blessing! What are you saying, Ichigo?"
"Heh heh... right, Blessings? You're a blessed man...... hehe"
"Hey, what the... you'll see"
Ichigo shuddered his shoulders as he made a shadow on his face, a creepy grin, and Yuto became scared.
"Hehe...... haha! Then don't hesitate! My youth is about to be shattered, take this righteous wrath, you fool!
"Wow! Hey, what the fuck! I don't know what you're talking about!
Suddenly, a blessed man exchanges a flying Ichigo.
"Shut up! You have no right to say anything! Take my righteous Iron Fist!
"I don't know what you're talking about! What happened to you!
Ichigo is in complete beast mode. They don't even have ears to listen to.
"Fushiyu! Besides, you... you used that power."
The blessed man asked that question of Ichigo... and made his face strong.
This unintelligible rage of Ichigo right now... may have something to do with it. Ichigo has apologized for forgetting about himself before.
The Blessed One at that time had learned that he was haunting a single enlightenment about it, even though it was a force he had used on his own initiative, and had been reminded by the narrowness of his own thoughts.
"Ah... you..."
"It's sloppy! Blessed be He!"
"... what? Is that bad? You're sloppy."
"You're the only one who's forgotten! I don't... I... Ugh. This cross on my back! It's not that easy to solve! It's all because of your people, too! I mean! It's all your fault!
"Hey, buddy? A buddy...? Huh? No way... ours?
Who is Ichigo's companion... no, I don't have to think about it... Yuto intuited that you meant our Koko.
(No way, you were at school while I was gone? What the hell is that... for? No, what did you do? Those people?
"Yes... thanks to that, I am... I am! In just one week..."
"... (Gokuri)"
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"Yeahh!! What happened?
"Ugh! I hope you're forgotten! Mine is totally history! I was proud of this lady lover... you scratched this mine, this history of mine..."
"Don't be so proud..."
"Bullshit - Shh!!
"Of! My eyes! My eyes are in danger! - Goku! Calm down!"
(Yeah, this, now you better run. In the meantime, until Ichigo settles down!
When Yuto decides to do so, he can't escape thirty-six times. When I immediately flipped my body and tried to run towards the school building... Yuto's shoulder is grabbed with gasp.
"To?"
"... Finally, I've got you, Blessed Man"
There... the Duke of Hell... No, a childhood tame girl had eyes that exasperated killing that she didn't think was a regular person, and all she did was squeeze Yuto's shoulder. I guess it's after the morning drill at the Kendo Department, that girl in the Kendo outfit is also holding a bamboo knife in the other hand.
"Stay, Jasmine!
"How dare you run around last week..."
Shizuka Mido in a Kendo outfit passes next to it, as in the usual school landscape.
"Morning! Takeda, Don Du, Jasmine! Don't be late for the homeroom. I'll be there first."
And he's gone.
Surrounded by tigers at the front gate and wolves at the rear gate, the eunuch just watches as he sweats the back of his still incense from his forehead.
"Blessings..."
"Uh... Jasmine?
From behind I heard Fushu, and Ichigo's rough breath.
Jasmine's eyes open.
"You haha! What do you want!!
"Hih! Calm down! Jasmine! Maybe because it's a misunderstanding! Because that's a misunderstanding!
"Drop the female students. (AWESOME)! Be an idol for boys students in general (White, Susan, Surrey) on the guy's ass! Build your own well on campus (Xuan)! At the end of the day... I can't believe the whole school got involved and fought for Yukiko (Yoko?)! Besides... to me... do that... suddenly disappear"
At the end of the day, Jasmine turns bright red on her face and her voice gets smaller.
I have no idea what you're talking about, but... it's hard to see who's involved in each event for some reason.
(But... what's the last one? What did they do? Jasmine......)
"Because I'll have you take responsibility!
"Responsibility!? Responsibility for what!?
"Oh, responsibility! You're out of control!!
Yu Man was grabbed by Jasmine and Ichigo from front to back.
And... the blessed man, who felt the pointlessness of fighting, meditates his eyes.
(Oh, goodbye, I...)
Shizuka, who was at the dumpster, heard something screaming from far away, but moved to the dressing room singing her nose to get dressed quickly.
Then… After a year of finishing Group D's homeroom, Yuto, who was beautifully called to the staff room without expression, was quietly ordered to clean the toilets in all the school buildings and the grasshopper at Yoshibayashi High School, which has vast grounds, for the next month.
"You got something to say?
"... in nothing"
"Great...... Always contact me in advance when I need to rest in the future."
"I will, even if I turn it into my life..."
A profoundly bowed eunuch followed the staff room in a worn out appearance...
The tear-eyed blessed man who went out into the hallway swore at this time.
Trying to hold a lecture at home as soon as possible.
Needless to say, the subject of that lecture is "public common sense".
And... I thought about the future, and now I'm not at home, but I hear I'm nearly thirty, trying to get all my friends to join me... I swore from the depths of my heart.
Beauty, who dropped off Yuto, sighs and returns to work at the desk.
The television set up in the staff room behind it from its beauty reported heavily on the inauguration of the coup d 'état new regime in Miremar.
Mattow has also declared the democratization of Miremar on the occasion of the United Nations, telling him that he himself will retire from the army and turn into a politician.
Within two years he had announced that he would aim to enact a new constitution, ordinary elections within five years, and he had asked for investment in and assistance to Miremar in each country.
In its news programme, Japan also favours opening up the market for Miremar, actively encouraging aid and investment, and also conveys the view of the Japanese Government that it will strive to improve relations between the two countries.
Rumors of numerous monsters being witnessed during the civil war during the coup in this Miremar disturbance were featured in a variety show around the world, so the Miremar feature was organized for quite some time.
However, the majority are treated as occult varieties in developing countries where superstition still remains intense, and no greater echoes have occurred in the public. The reverberation heated up the net afterwards and delighted the occult fans for a long time.
A room in the former Marshal's Office, where the mattresses of the capital, Napie, currently reside.
There were young people who were direct to Guaran taking a breather with few breaks.
As Guaran's beloved disciples, they also escaped Napie with Guaran and dived through the dead line together in Niina Hill when the troops of Caliguda attacked them.
One of them, Sassan, was away from everyone and had created an oil painting that was his hobby.
With a cup of coffee in one hand behind that Southern, Maungsan, a colleague and comrade who dived into each other's training ground, peeks into the oil painting.
"Heh, that's a big deal, Sasan"
"Hmm, I'd really like to devote more time... but now's a big time, so I can't help it"
"Hehe, that's what I'll complain to His Excellency Guaran about. Your Excellency said it was time to do your job complaining about yourself."
"... sure, yeah"
The two recall the late Guaran, a mentor, and laugh quietly. But those two laughs were filled with respect and respect that could not be hidden. And we're also proud of ourselves for having the right to say it.
"Oh, no way this is... Niina Hill"
"Oh...... yes. Our lives are the lives we picked up in that fierce war. Thanks to you, I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I don't know if that's the case... but I can't help but remember. The battle on that hill. No, just so I don't forget... I really want to paint this in my memory."
"Right...... This is General Mattow, and this is Lord Guaran. Yeah? This is... who?
"Huh?"
He pointed his finger at a person who looked like one boy among the numerous soldiers depicted in the painting. Besides, for some reason, the boy's hand is held like a knife out of place.
The boy stood in front of the soldiers, as if he were inspiring everyone or not looking.
To Mounsan's point, Sassan tilted his neck despite his paintings.
"No... that? I don't know. When did you draw that? Yesterday, when I was rarely able to take the time and I was obsessed with drawing, I think I drew... what, this person?
"Whoa, you were drawing it yourself, weren't you?
"... oh, sure, it is"
Sassan and Mounsan often stare at their unfinished paintings.
Then... Mounsan raised his voice.
"Wouldn't that be nice? No, I'm not picturesque..."
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"For some reason... I get the impression that this person is indispensable here. Yes, it feels like a patron saint or hero who led us to victory and gave us courage..."
"... right. It seems to me, for some reason, that this has to happen. It's weird to say it while you draw it yourself, as much as you might call it a symbol of this painting..."
The two nodded at the same time, staring at the painting of the soldiers on Niina Hill, a voice hung from their colleagues behind them.
"Come on, the break is over. There's an infinite amount of work to do, joy, guys!
In response to that hung up, the Miremar youths there rose to a bitter laugh and went back to work.
But each eye has its determination to support the future Miremar.
And there's nobody in that room anymore......,
Only an oil painting of Sassan's Niina hills was left on the spot.