On the Way Home I Got a Bride and Twin Daughters, Who Were Dragons

Between the time I moved to this town in my senior year of elementary school, the world where I lived in Kaoruhei Kazama was very small.

I'm not talking about the city where I was born and raised, I'm talking about the extent to which people who say I am can operate.

Whatever you do, your reputation is surrounded by a tail, and your 'true appearance' as one real person is twisted and propagated.

If you help a classmate in the city who was in a scabbard, you will be asked for more money after being helped.

If you reach out without leaving the girl who was having trouble with the persistent numb, the fluent language that says' I was forced to be taken to the hotel in return for my help 'spreads instantly.

If I spoke to a guy who was in an excessive fig, 'I was overseeing the fig in the shadows,' rumors circulated all over the school without roots or leaves.

My 'too much' personality has a lot to do with the context in which such lies have spread.

Anyway, I'm not very smart. When it comes to the solution I can take, it's because there was only violence left to this body that was sturdier than people and to the muscles that I wasted working out.

Yesterday's enemies are today's mighty enemies (and), what an aphorism only makes sense in the world of juvenile comics.

Those hostile to me yesterday, but tomorrow, but at the end of the century, but only enemies, the high school seniors beaten down by middle school students were amplified with remorse and decency, and the chimps who defeated multi-on-one were amplified with mockery of shame, and the hurt self-esteem never easily healed but continued to be bored by the pain every day.

In other words, bad reviews, abusive, abusive gossip about me comes from my enemies, and the more he says so, the more horizontal and vertical the connection is.

People's rumors are said to be seventy-five days, but I can tell you that it's right to keep getting tuned up every seventy-five days.

The victims I (on my own) helped are the ones who got their eyes on because they were 'weak or timid enough to get tangled'.

The 'big attitude, transgressive, violent and propitious' perpetrators have an overwhelming voice over them like that.

Whenever he hates his children, he hates them.

If I were smart, I'd focus on stopping all activity and wiping out existence.

You should be right to endure even until the rumors disappear and start over from me pretty.

The trouble is, my personality didn't allow it. I'm just disappointed in myself that I'm really an extreme idiot.

Every time I make a commotion, I regret it and think about it.

Of course I've been preached not only by Shohei, but also by my father, and I can't remember even my fist bones hurting enough to want to cry.

Still, it is the business of forming troubled 'sexuality' that can no longer be called illness that keeps someone's tears on their eyes.

So to speak, it cannot be said that it is the gift of the education of a dead mother.

'If anyone's in trouble, I'll help you,' they used to say.

Mother said, "Father is such a man" or something. I mean, I guess I was in love.

It is the most sinful part of my stupid head that has interpreted it enlargement. There's really nothing I can do.

I can understand now how scared, annoying and stupid I am to oblige myself to 'help someone' without sense of justice, without sense of purpose, without meaning.

That's probably wrong as a person. I kind of think people have to exchange something to ask for something.

If you walk through the city, you'll be exposed to the gaze of contempt, isolated within the school, and it's mostly your family or my enemies who talk to me.

Until I graduated from secondary school, Kaoruhei Kaoru was only about the same size as the world.

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"Are you ready?

"Usu"

"Regardless."

Behind the aside of paradise brothers and sisters. Only me, Prince Atl and Mr. Nanairo stand on a ring full of handmade feel.

Father was standing by in the blue corner and Kayone and Utai in the red corner.

This duel in boxing form. I'm not boxing from anything.

Me and the Prince are not boxers. They're just amateurs.

There's no way we can strictly follow the rules, and it's obvious that various inconveniences occur at different points in the first place when the race is different.

So this duel is in the style of a 'boxing rules-like' duel.

A blow to the back of the head. Strike at the elbow or knee. A blow using the head. A blow aimed at the steeple. Hip-to-bottom blow. Hold your opponent down and strike with one hand.

It seals them and just requires them to wear gloves and headgear. What boxing.

Well, a time play. Much better than a duel in a deserted wilderness, I'd say.

If you lose the rules, you'll most likely end up with no injuries.

"Three minutes a round! Pinch a minute of interval to five rounds, yo! Knockouts and ten-counts, and employing technical knockouts, sir? You can't make a fighting pose in ten seconds after you fall, Ka, knock it out and Shims if you fall three times in a round! Or if we decide it's impossible to continue any further, it's over! If we or my brother decide it's an anomaly, we'll impose a penalty, sir! It's a deduction formula from ten points, but you don't look at it in detail like real boxing. La, trust your two prides and your sportsmanship! When you get to zero, you'll be considered a defeat! Understand?"

"Usu"

"Hung."

Me and the prince nod softly at Mr. Nanairo's explanation.

"Bye, corner in! Don't forget the mouthpiece, sir?

We stare in the middle of the ring, and we go back to second with that word of Mr. Nanairo.

By the way, our outfit is a simple piece of shortbread on a shirt.

I don't have boxer pants.

Gloves and headgear were prepared by Gassara and the others to be fair.

Well, we know that we don't do anything small with each other, so it's just form.

Instead, if that premise is overturned, I don't know why it's a duel.

"Look, mouthpiece"

"Am. Look, I don't know. Heh heh heh heh (this is so uncomfortable)"

My father, who is waiting for me in the corner, urges me to attach a mouthpiece made of resin to my upper teeth. It's hard to talk and there's something in my mouth. For the first time in my life, I've ever spoken of a mouthpiece.

"Be patient. You get beat up too much, you're gonna get a rattle in your mouth."

"Mmm."

That's true, too, but you don't have to express yourself like that, do you?

Well, boxing is primarily a facial meeting.

Body gets beaten up a lot, too.

"... that doesn't sound very mentally nice. You and the prince."

"...... hmm. Waharu?

I've been trying to tension it up for once since I was up in Gassara's room, but I can't even do this.

I can't even feel the hegemony of being a prince and looking at it. I don't see any temper at all like fighting from now on.

I wonder why.

Even though it's a duel I brought from him in the first place.

"... for once I'm a parent too. I don't want to look directly at the fact that my son is being beaten. It's also kind of arrogant to see my son pounding people out. You're starting to get a little annoyed, huh?

"I was told (that's what they said)..."

What do you want me to do?

I don't think I had a choice.

"Win or lose, you can settle this as soon as you can, okay?

"I'm gonna win."

He said, "Then be willing."

Yes, it is.

"It's second-out, yo!

Mr. Nanairo, who seems to be having some fun, gives instructions.

"Good luck with that, huh? Aoi and Evenachi are watching."

My father pointed his finger at Aoi and Miyagi, who still look worried.

Aoi was about to cry, and on the contrary, I was getting worried.

'Don't be impotent,' he nodded at the gaze of the two people who were about to complain, turning his gaze toward the prince who was in the reverse corner.

Cayone and Utai are about to depress me for saying something.

"Yeah. Phew Phew (yeah. Good luck)"

"All right, come on."

My father slapped me on the back, lifted the top rope and went outside the ring. He grips the towel for throwing when he has to put it on his shoulder.

"Mmm!"

Forced into the mood, he held a 12-ounce boxing glove for major injury prevention once and slapped both hands together.

Other than that, you're heavy. This. Well, with this split thickness and softness, it seems okay to mumble as much as you want.

Still, it hurts if you get beat up thoughtfully on the face of it, and it doesn't mean you'll never get hurt.

"Then I'll go! Gasara!"

"Whoa!"

Gassara, who was waiting outside the ring, struck the copper "Dora".

Hey, you're gong there. Normally. Why do you have a bronze jar, you guys?

"Huh!

I run all at once out of the sound of copper.

This is how it moves! It may seem like the right sportsman to meet his fists first, but he is half yaked.

Vision is awfully bad thanks to the thick headgear that is securely fixed.

So I just ran straight to the prince in a straight line. We want to grasp the flow by hitting the pre-emptive strike.

The inside of the glove is the vantage my father wrapped around me. I get the illusion that my fists are stiffer than usual because they're tight and tight.

Place your fists in front of your face and tighten your sides.

This is the Peekaboo style I acquired with my appearance imitation and shallow knowledge. It is the 'No Ba', which champions of the world fame specialize in.

Now that I'm leaning forward at the front, I just have to aim directly at my face.

That's why Peekaboo.

"Shh!"

I'm not used to mouthpieces, so it's very difficult to breathe.

He exhaled to pull out from between his teeth and stuck out his right fist.

"Huh!"

The prince, who was sticking out his right fist so that he could wait, punches only with the movement of his hip joint.

I don't have much power on it, but it seems to work to the point of playing a little of my fist.

That was the right time to say, me and the prince collided with each other.

Come on, it's started.