Kuishinbo Elf

Leaps over and over again. How much time has passed since the escape? At the border between Tokyo and Saitama prefecture, surrounded by trees, where there would be roughly no people, there were friends where Makotoro said.

I am not Japanese with that friend. He was wearing dark skin and very flat colors on the natural perm of dark hair, and he was a person who did not really understand the nationality of manipulating strange Japanese.

"Watts? Whoa, what the hell, huh? Angel came down ZE"

The man, who is in charge and returns from field work, witnesses Makoto, who descends from the evening sky.

Seijiro, who was seen looking at him, gives a bad look, but the man's appearance convinces him that he is his father's friend.

"Um, are you Mr. Mike?

"See? You know my name, or with Doyuko? I know Angel. Yes, hey, ZE?

"My name is Makoto Miyagi. My father, Makoto's daughter."

"Makoto...... right. Well, you've been pushing for every trouble. You son of a bitch."

Mike took off the sunglasses he hung and seriously observed Makoto. Makoto wanders into that gaze.

Truth is, Mike knew Makoto's face. But for a short time, Makoto had a feminine atmosphere, so for a moment, Mike couldn't tell who she was.

"OK, I don't know what's going on, but I can't say no to Makoto's daughter. Follow me."

Mike sighed one big sigh and invited Makoto into his home without asking anything.

It's a simple house with the qualities of a digging cabin. Summer can still be filled with all kinds of interstitial winds, such as winter, which is not very much, but cannot be inhabited by ordinary people.

"Well, little dirty, but give me a break? What a man's solitary life. HAHAHAHAHAHA!

"No, never mind..."

Seijiro said so, but the filth in the room was unusual. Is it an empty liquor bottle that is rolling there? That's like a mountain.

And adult magazines that are scattered indiscriminately. The page with the dirty nudity in it popped into my eyes and Makoto was thrilled.

"Hmm? OH, Thorley. Was it too irritating for the lady?"

"Uh, ah, yes"

Mike, pull them over to the corner of the room to get some space to sit. Encouraged Makoto to sit down.

"What happened?

"Yes, that's..."

Mike was briefed by Makoto as he smoked. When she finishes her explanation, she floats a circle of angels made of cigarette smoke over her head.

"Oh, my God. Well, I got caught up in trouble. Cancer."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, miss. Must have been a bad patrol, YO."

"Meet me, is it?

"Oh, all, that's bad"

That said, Mike grabbed a drinking bottle and put it directly on his mouth. It's a bourbon with fifty alcohols. Makoto looks worried about his body as he drinks it up straight and at once.

"It's okay. I can't sleep like this right now. Miss, don't do what you want here until it's almost cold. I'm on my own."

"Yes. Thank you, Mr. Mike."

Thus began a strange life with Mike. Makoto decided to take on the cooking and laundry because he is the one who has it hidden. I couldn't help but worry about Mike's state of health, which was too lifeless.

"I don't know."

"No, because you're hiding me."

"Kansai, bastard"

"Phew, that's a really angry face. YO, hey."

"Fuki-kun! Fuki-kun!

"Tina won't say anything extra either."

A child rare beast ravaged by a microphone had no ability to learn. Repeat the same thing every time, every time, despite the painful repetition.

Makoto is about to roll in here for three days. There was no TV or radio here, and no outside information came in. In a way, I could say it's peaceful, but it never calms down in my heart.

How are Shi Jun, Shi Yu, and Mi Qianru doing? The quieter you live, the more your mind scratches.

Why don't you just grab it?

"Ah."

Makoto blushed at the too light allegations of the child rare beast. Even if my parents didn't hear from me, I lost sight of the fact that I was able to contact my friends by magic.

Just when Mike said he was out on a wild job, it was a great opportunity to get in touch. Makoto tries "Telepass" on Shi Jun, Time Rain. But that had nothing to achieve.

"Huh? Well, why..."

"Magic doesn't work here, ZE. Because there's a connection."

"Ma, Mr. Mike... what the hell are you doing?

"Me? Me... me. Nothing more or less."

I guess you shouldn't step in any further than that against Mike, who turns a distant eye somewhere, Makoto lowers his eyes. Now all the means of communication have been crushed. At the same time, we know why Shi Jun and the others didn't contact us.

"Well, the fruit report says go to sleep and wait. Make yourself comfortable."

"But in the meantime, I was wondering if everyone was in terrible shape."

"It's okay, you're doing great. Probably."

Mike sat on the floor with Dokali and started smoking. Makoto felt strange to be home earlier than usual, but that was to be understood by the sound of something hitting the roof.

"Oh, here we go."

"What? Wow, you shouldn't! Don't take in the laundry!

"Watts? Were you washing again today, YO?"

Makoto and Mike rushed to take in the laundry.

More days have passed, a week. When I started getting used to living with Mike, she came.

It is a peach senior towka affiliated with the Tokyo branch of the Peach Academy. She asked about Mike's cabin. Naturally, there was also Takezaki Michiru attached to the offering.

"I've looked for you, Makoto."

"Makoto, I'm glad you're okay"

"Mr. Towka, Michiri-chan!

Mike never changed his attitude in response to a sudden visit to Towka. Smoking flat, penetrating without my involvement. Makoto was suspicious of that attitude, but Towka opened her mouth before taking action.

"Mike. How long have you been smoking here?

"... that's my choice, isn't it?

"Please hold on. Peach Academy is understaffed right now."

"I'm not Senior Peach anymore. Just a loser."

Sincerely heard the sound of teeth biting. Because the cool tortoise was showing its angry shape.

"That's not why you're here! You won't be able to float your deceased partner!

"Brother's dead, that's enough. Sometimes I die too. You know what I mean."

The ashes of the tobacco Mike mouths fall over his legs, burning his skin through the chips. Nonetheless, he does not wander. I see him completely out of the shell, and the look on his face changes from anger to sadness.

"Mike, the peach guy I admired, isn't there anymore?"

"... oh, he's dead"

"Makoto will pick it up here. Are you sure?

"I don't have it. Ask her."

Mike had no vibrant eyes and only answered so.

Makoto, who was turned to, had trouble responding. If you do head to the Tokyo branch of the Peach Academy, you will be assured of safety. But can we abandon Mike in this state?

Upon hearing the story, he was now seen as losing a valued partner and having an apathetic day.

But when I was with myself and Tina, there was no such bare hands. I was reluctant somewhere, but it seemed like I was living happily ever after. When we met and a week later, there was clearly a change, Makoto tells Touka.

"I... I'm going to stay with Mike for a little while."

"Makoto..."

"This man is incapable of living, so I can't leave him alone."

"Man, this is what it is. Still?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I'll pick you up when I'm done. Mike, until then, say hello to Makoto."

"Well, even on my own."

Touka takes Michiru and leaves Mike's cabin behind. On his way home, Michiru asked Touka why he had backed off so much. Touka begins to look at the twilight sky and talk pompously.

I met Mike, who was a senior peach user, and the days we fought together as peach users, the backwardness that led me to retire first and become a peach senior. And his glory and frustration.

"I can't say it strongly against him. Because I don't know about the frustration, the spiciness, the frustration, beyond him. Because I don't understand grief."

"Mr. Towka... he said it would definitely be better if you didn't know that!

"Michiriku..."

"I'll never be gone! I won't make Mr. Towka sad!

Overlay your former self in the appearance of a young peach. That's the line I once said to Mike. Has the oath been kept? No… No.

Touka, fatally wounded in the battle against ghosts, broke his heart's sword in the middle of his mind. What can I do for peach users who can't run around the battlefield? The vow will leave Mike without being protected.

"Yes... don't forget that thought. Someday, I can have someone I care about, until then."

"Yes, sir"

Twilight sunset red envelops the former peach user and the present peach user. Is it the fate of peaches to go down the road where the past and the future intersect? Now Baton was handed from Touka to Michiru.

"Are you glad? You don't have to come with me."

"Yes, that's okay."

'You're happy, you bastard. Sooner or later.'

"Sharrap. He's really something extra. YO!

"Fuki-kun! Fuki-kun!

"Oh, Tina's really not going to punish me anymore."

The rare child beast ravaged by Mike's cheek still screamed the usual. casual, Mike feels saved in his usual interactions.

When will it be shaken, the view is visible with color? At that time, when I separated myself from my beloved brother, all the colours could disappear from his sight.

A gray world no matter what you see. A world where I don't feel anything, I'm not impressed. He couldn't stand it.

There was a time when I was immersed in my work trying to escape from it. But pointless. Then escape to booze. It did have a certain effect. Only while I slept drunk could I escape the nightmare from the reality in front of me.

But that's only while you're letting go of consciousness. If you wake up, another unacceptable reality will come. The repetition eventually took away Mike's temper and everything.

Having resigned from the position of Senior Peach, he will set up his current residence, also at the recommendation of Makotoro Miyagi, who became a friend in the course of the investigation. No one should visit, it's about wildlife when it comes to coming.

Farm the fields, earn food and a small income and buy alcohol. And the days you spend drinking for me. I can't say there's no hindsight. But more than that, I'm convinced that I can't do anything right now. That was what kept him from moving forward.

However, it is altered little by little by sudden visitors. The colors that had been lost gradually were returning. Makoto, of a serene character, respects Mike and does not come in deep.

But Mike was more aware than anyone that he was watching [Mike] closely. He wasn't a peach user, he wasn't a peach senior, he was watching over his weak self.

Mike was sweet to it. My heart, which was sticking to a bad feeling, squeezed into a good feeling. From there, I started to see myself.

When Makoto fell asleep, Mike hadn't had a drink watching the moon in a long time.

"I wonder what I've been up to."

I'm sure if there was a brother, he'd be badly reprimanded or frightened, that's what Mike came to think. That would have been the right answer.

The promise I once swore to the moon has not been fulfilled for a long time. The moon, which regained its colour, shows its former beauty in its eyes, where even the colour of the moon was no longer visible. Mike stirred up booze.

"You still want me to live... Brother"

The moon distorts. That would be a phenomenon needless to say. Stir up booze again. Zero is alcohol, or something else. The man swore to his late brother on the moon that he would rise again.

"Then we'll settle the case."

That's a small thank you to Makoto for wrapping it up with insignificant kindness. I'm sure this will be the last time, the decision.

Mike the Peach got up again this day.