Me, Rio, and Chloe and I headed to the bus stop in a soothing atmosphere as we thrived on Kurosawa P's stupidity and more. By the time we got to the station, the time was around eight o'clock.
The train came almost at the same time as entering the home, so I succeed in getting in with zero waiting times.
"... you can't sit down"
Although it is less of a student because it is on spring break, it is no different that it is a commuter rush.
All the seats were buried, tightly packed with tired face company employees.
Everyone has dead eyes. It seems to me that the wreckers we saw in the wars of different worlds were so eye-catching.
Modern salesmen are put into an economic war that continues to lose. Perhaps the atmosphere starts to creep down on the martial arts.
I take pity on weak passengers while grabbing leather. Rio next to me on the left, Chloe on the right.
Flowers in both hands...... no they are both minors, so is it stuck in both hands?
Somehow I feel the gaze of the surrounding salariers has gotten steeper, but I want to think I'm over-conscious.
"It's gonna get crowded anyway, and I'm gonna stick around right now? I don't want to snuggle up with my dirty old man, so I'd like to evacuate around Mr. Neutral's arm beforehand."
"Am I supposed to stick to my back?
... I'm not over-conscious anymore. With what Rio and Chloe have just said, I can see that the old men nearby have found themselves murderous.
Who is this man who waits for teenage girls in the public sector in the morning?
"Don't stick around. I don't mind stopping by."
Yay, the minute Chloe whined, the train moved out.
Take Chloe out of balance with Guru with one hand.
"... thanks"
Then a few minutes.
The train that took us stopped at the station several times, and every time, more passengers arrived.
You can call it a full train.
It is a terrible concentration because this is all thrown up at Tokyo Station.
During the seventeen years I was in another world, the overcrowding of the metropolitan area never seemed to be resolved.
"Next up - Shinkiba. Shinkiba '
When he was headached by his home country's administrative capacity, the station staff began to announce him with a unique outbreak.
Shinkiba.
It's a big station there, and I guess there will be more passengers there again.
When I was sick and tired of exhaling, I saw the girl in front of me diagonally.
Beautiful eyes.
Clear face.
An outsider.
The slightly curled hair reaches around the waist, giving an active impression combined with boyish outfits.
... From what I've seen, it's still about junior high... but things are not right.
tears and trembling lips.
Are you sick?
I move my mouth so tight that I can't speak.
"Duh, duh, duh, duh?
The blonde blue-eyed girl answers with a smug face.
Again, without speaking up, I showed the 'YAY, AH, NH' movement with my lips.
I, ah, pronunciation of. A girl in tears on a full train.
This combination…….
Idiot?
Without my voice, I said, "Ming? 'The girl shook her head small and vertically as she twisted with her mouth movement.
……
These days, he said, the wrongdoing of morons has also been a problem. Stationers almost only listen to women, so from a guy, it's like a witch hunt.
I think it's horrible.
I have seen conflicting writings online about this matter between men and women.
What is often discussed is the importance of women's vehicles.
It's a delicate issue, and should I pretend not to look at it, even if the girl in front of me is crying?
Of course, there's no way.
'Cause the worst part is, he's a moron. Next thing I know, I don't look into it properly and try to catch it, the police and the railroad companies are bad.
Girls suffer because of it, or there are fights between men and women that don't make sense.
It's strange that you gave up on the killer correctly and ran away in the direction of isolating the women who are supposed to be the victims.
This kind of thing is akin to split rule. It's a way of splitting the people into two groups and adopting a policy that favours only one side so that the spearhead of anger doesn't turn to the ruler. People on the side who are poorly treated when they do this will hate people who are better treated than themselves, not the rulers. I cannot hate those who truly should be hated.
I guess the railroad company didn't aim for that, but it's a distorted situation.
Really, you can't help it.
Unless someone removes the roots of all evil, it's the other way around.
I closed my eyes and activated my skills.
[Brave Kaiske consumes 2000 MP. Activate Twice Behavioral Skills]
[You will be able to act twice per turn for 180 seconds]
Pull the crowd apart and turn behind the girl.
Remove the smartphone from your pocket and shoot.
It performs two operations at the exact same time, so there's no way the killer can escape. I can't do it unless I compete with karma, not speed.
Kashari and the shooting sounds, and my surrounding gaze gathers on me.
"Oh, it's pictured. It's pictured."
Inside the screen, a hairy arm stretched out of a grey suit was perfectly fitted in the picture at the moment of eagling the girl's ass.
I find someone in a suit of the same color.
... is that it?
I snap at my back, desperately trying to escape at the window.
When I left it to my arm to attract, I realized I was slightly taller than me.
He's a good salarier.
Age starts in the late fifties and early sixties. The skin is tecateca and greasy, and the bright black hair has a receding hairline.
Under my big eyes I have a swollen tear bag, which firmly describes me as my raccoon father.
"What are you?
What are you going to do to me? This is violence, the man called out.
"Look at the screen. You know what I mean. You were touching this kid's ass right now, right?... Are you kidding me?
Looking at the blonde girl, she sifted and shook her neck to the side.
"I see."
Turn back to the man.... Isn't this the Sakura prepared by Kurosawa P. or Sugitani? I also thought, because of this sweating, it's probably not an act. You seem really upset.
"You can't be guilty of a crime with this, can you? Current offender. Don't come down with me at the next station."
"Can you take responsibility!? I have a family."
The inside of the car is enveloped in tight air.
Nobody speaks up. Please, this creepy time is over, I look like I'm praying.
"By and large, you... you... you're the mechanic's neutral. How can you say this about me when you're engaged to a high school girl?"
"... it doesn't matter about me now, and in Rio's case, we got engaged by mutual agreement."
Shut up, the man spits.
"I can't because I have something like you. Are you willing to crush a person in a position by mistake? I'll sue you. Then you'll never be on TV again."
"Oh?"
"This is why we can't have a loose generation. Who do you think made the wealthy Japan today? So do you guys! If you're watching, help! Keep this violent talent down!
"You're wrong about everything."
I grip the man's collar and raise my arms slowly.
Gugu, and the man's body lifted, his feet off the floor.
"Hit" and I hear a small groaning voice.
The man's head was now much higher than that of the other passengers.
"I was born in 1985, so I'm not a critical loose generation. Well, loose education. Instead, I haven't even completed compulsory education, so I don't know anything better than that generation. But I know what to do if it's like you. You just have to hurt yourself to the point where you don't die."
"... are you willing to hit me?
"I'm telling you, I'm not untrained in the talent business. If you can't get on TV, you just work hard and live."
"Intimidation! Unfair arrest! Don't think the police will deal with this!
"Get off at the next station"
"Get off me!"
"Get off at the next station"
"... let go..."
"Get off at the next station"
They put a little too much effort into it.
The man's collar is on his neck and his face is turning red and black.
It won't be death, but it's not something I feel good about watching.
The vehicle stops.
I went down to the platform with the man lifted as the door opened.
Turn to Rio and say, "Go ahead".
"The old man's been with me for a while."
I held the man up with one hand and called the station crew.
Looking beside him, he said that the blonde girl was also getting off, looking blue next to me.
"... I've been in custody for a long time, every time"
Did you help the girl at the station again? and the railroad police amused me, I finished my interview with the circumstances.
Ayako, Rio, and this is the third time I've been a blonde girl, so I'm used to it.
Seems like a moron like that was slightly wounded earlier, but he's never gonna find me guilty.
Actually, I was worried that it was a little too much, but when I called Sugitani, she said, "Oh, I'll rub it up on mine," and it was over.
It is the superiors of those in power who should have it.
So.
By the time they finally told me to get out of the altercation, it was before noon.
Definitely late.
Send an email to Kurosawa P from his smartphone, explaining that under these circumstances.
'It's nice because it's going to lead to an image enhancement. Can I cover that on the show, too? Perhaps the popularity of the housewives will be restored'
The reply is as expected.
I said, 'Whatever you want,' and I pocketed my smartphone.
"Thank you"
A blonde girl freed from the altercation at the same time as me lowers her head deeply. It's a ninety degree angle, unusual even for Japanese people today.
"Fine, fine. Sometimes it's just so cute."
I'm not a good fighter, but that's why I have a place to move with common anger.
It's the cause with the enemy country, so the will never burns, but it comes to my mind asexually that women and children are crying.
"I can't forgive a good old man for forcing me to touch a girl."
"Don't you have a problem touching it over consent? Mr. Neutral has a sixteen-year-old fiancé."
"Well.... well...... how about, what, what...?
Reflect on your daily routine.
The morning of the day off starts with Angelica sucking her tongue. Ayako drinks tea by mouth during the day and flushes her back to Rio at night.
No matter how imminent it is from the other side, a legitimate adult should be morally correct to shake it off.
Yet when you come with me, you keep getting hit more and more.
Isn't this more unmoral than a moron just because we have a crush on each other?
I'm a slut, aren't I pretty much up there? Aren't you in a horizontal position? You're a future parent candidate, aren't you? Isn't it a delicacy that the directors of the Slut Society can also target?
"... what is this, long-awaited Japanese crossroads..."
I realize my own danger and am stunned.
Blah, blah. If I fight with someone in there and they call me 110, I'm living a life where it all ends.
"... Yabe, I..."
"Mr. Neutral?
The blonde stared worryingly at me.
"I don't like anything. A little guilt just erupted."
"Is it an eruption? It sounds like a very intense metaphor."
"... you speak Japanese well, you"
I was born and raised in Japan, the girl replies.
"Really? Speaking of which, you didn't introduce yourself yet. I know you do, but I'm Keisuke Nakamoto."
"Ah, yes. Shibata... this is..."
"Sorry, I didn't get the name downstairs. Why don't you say something?"
"... Mitsuko Shibata. Write a child to glow, photon."
It's Japanese-style.
You look like Mr. Geidin to me.
I adopted him with a Japanese parent, is he white?
"Your father is an American. Your mother is Japanese. It's a mix."
"... well. It's not half the time, it's a mix."
I look at girls as I feel a generation gap.
Slim, long hands and feet. Big breasts for your physique. Blonde curly hair. Blue eyes, high nose, bright white skin.
"Mother, are you sure you're Japanese?
"It's often said. The ground hair is black. My eyes are caracon, and it's really close to grey."
"Isn't that blonde blue-eyed actually?"
"I'm half Japanese, and it's impossible to have blonde blue eyes.... but if you're half-talent, you need to look more foreign. Not only does it look like it, but so does the contents. When you work, you talk in a snail."
The moment I spoke with half talent, I didn't miss the sad colour floating around my eyes.
I can't choose my race.
I guess I've been through a lot.
"Right. Are you a talent player, too?"
Kokuri and Koko nod.
"... Um"
"Hmm?"
"Maybe I'll take care of you from today"
"That means"
Are you going out to the corner where you make foreigners praise Japan, too? []/(v5r, vi) (uk) (uk) (uk) to say/
The reply is a silent nod.
... Ask me how old I am, I'm still fifteen. I'm in junior high school.
Even so, the spring break is over in a few days, so I'm going to be in high school.
"Hmm? You're mixed up and raised in Japan, even though it's about making foreigners praise Japan? Honestly, it's all Japanese except for what it looks like..."
"Wor! Awesome! Watashiko Uino Haji Metamita!"
"Whoa! Katakoto super yum!?
No, I think he's a good catacott.
Mitsuko switches the atmosphere in an instant and perfectly plays "Tamemouthed foreigners who don't like Japanese".
"Watashinokuni, Koui Unonai! Awesome Death! Nihongjin Nothier!
"Seriously that sounds like it. Middle-aged and elderly in Europe and America Comp are going to be delighted."
"I want to be an actress."
Say, Photon tongued out Pello.
Laughing mischievously is strange because it replaces an American impression as soon as possible. The feeling of the air when you are silent is close to a quiet Japanese woman.
"... during the recording, please call Emily"
"Is that a stage name? Okay."
We laughed at our accomplice and had a high touch.
I'm not a bad kid, I'd like to think.
But I can't wipe away the possibility that this kid came from different worlds than his looks are foreign-style.
"... Uncurse"
I whispered whispering as I layered my palms.
"Kaiju?
I see no change from this.
Mitsuko... not Emily, she doesn't do magic to herself.
"It sounds nasty, never mind"
Maybe this assassin isn't human.
It could mean nothing to suspect a foreigner.
"Hmm..."
As I roared alone, Mitsu...... Emily whispered, "Well, I'm not stupid either".
"To?"
Reflectively turning her face, the girl's white skin was coming in front of her.
Chiu, and a small sound.
By the time she realized she had been kissed on the cheek, Emily was already running down the stairs.
... don't you have to wait for the train?
Well, don't you feel like getting back on board in the middle of the day you were demented?
I wonder if I'll take a bus or taxi to the station, or whatever, while stroking where my lips just hit me.
... a little wet.
I don't know if it's weird to wipe it off, or rather keep it this way for the rest of my life, but kissing my cheeks is Angelica's specialty, so I kind of feel like I did the most I shouldn't have done.
I need to buy Angelica some souvenirs today... or should I ask her what she wants me to buy for her sin now?
Retrieve the smartphone again.
Then peek into the screen and stiff.
115092: 50109
"... ah?
The time shown is even more intense and crazy.
The numbers are so lined up that they are no longer likely to stick out of the screen that it seems impossible in principle even if the functions of the smartphone have been tampered with.
Whatever it is, it shouldn't have been weird so far.
… recalls just as much action.
I had a high touch with Emily and she kissed me on the cheek.
Did this happen because of your contact with that half-girl?
No way, is that kid the main culprit in this case?
"... I don't want to think about it"
I decided to talk to Angelica.
but my fingers stop on the way. The enemy has the ability to interfere with precision equipment.
Wouldn't you be able to steal an e-mail in a minute? The suspicion passes through the back of the brain.
Then we should use ciphers.
Cryptography that only passes between me and Angelica - typing in sentences in infant language.
What we need to decipher is not a language understanding, but a level of maternal love that interferes with everyday life.
"Babu. Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble. Manma tits, cum. Babu '
After a few decades or so, the message I sent switched from unread to read-only.
"Huh? Could he be near your father?
"Ta-i. Manababu. Babb, Babb, Babb, Babb '
'That is indeed suspicious...... The closer you get to the operator, the madness of the display may also be stronger. Is the activation condition contact? When I see you again, I think you should do a lot of research'
"Bab."
'Yeah. I'm a troublesome opponent. I'll be on my guard.'
"Ohhh... Ohh"
'It's okay. This room has me and Ayako, right? I think it's safer than just a normal Japanese place.'
"Manma ahhhhhhhhh!! Diapers are soaking wet. Whoa!! Manma aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
'I know. I'll be careful with the door tightening. I'm looking forward to your souvenir. "
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."
'Yes, I'll see you later. Good luck with your work, my baby.'
I typed too many letters and my fingers were tired.
I change my smartphone to my left hand and raise my face.
Emily is suspicious. That's what Angelica and I have in common.
I walked out to the home feeling both the response I was making and the disgust I had to find a girl I didn't hate.