Whether he was low in height or small in body, his strength exceeded that of ordinary people.The motor nerves were also excellent.
Dalaias Smith, who had been scouting from a gymnastics competition, wanted a basket without knowing that he had height restrictions.So he hits the wall and overturns his outlook on life.
"His muscles are dense and the structure of his joints and skeletons is very different from that of ordinary people.You might say it's different from humans. "
Once Smith was taken to the exam, the physician who examined his body said excitedly in front of Smith's parents.
"Does it harm my son?"
Asked by his father with a mysterious look, the doctor thought with a difficult face.
"I don't know so far.If you're being rude, not just height, but muscles and skeletons are also malformed and abnormal.It's special. It seems durable, and even if you use your muscles severely, it's unlikely to cause any major impairment at this time because it's tougher than usual.I don't know what happens when I get older. "
Although the parents felt anxiety and discomfort when they were cut off by simple words such as malformations and abnormalities, they were told that it was unlikely to lead to serious symptoms at the moment and stroked their chest.
True movement has been told several times by others to be like a cat, but even from the true point of view, Smith's movement was separate from humans and was at a level that he wanted to emulate animals.
(It's like a monkey. No, monkeys don't shoot while flying.)
I think it's true when I see Smith shooting a gun as he jumps from the trunk of a tree to the trunk at high speed.
Smith's movements slow for a moment on the boulder only when shooting.Or stop. True shoots at that moment.
But Smith immediately reacts and stops and avoids shooting.
I thought about targeting moments in the air, but the jumping speed was all irregular, and it seemed really difficult to adjust the timing.
(Tough enemy, like a monkey?No, monkeys are confident they can shoot even when they're moving around.Monkeys won't be able to do that.)
Because I'm human, I can use my head much more than an animal.Really flashed when I was conscious of it.
Dodge the shooting from Smith.
It was just avoidance - it seemed true, but it had a different purpose.
True was lying still.He lay down until Smith came in again.
Smith immediately fired again.True wakes up at that timing.But I didn't just wake up.
Smith got a little confused. Before the truth, the battle creature, who thought he had already been defeated, woke up, blocking Smith's shooting.
As he bent over, True was lying right next to him, grabbing the arm of a battle creature bound by steel wire.so you can wake him up immediately. And when Smith came in, he woke up wearing a Battle Creature shield.
He also fires a muzzle from the side of the Battle Creature, shooting Smith.
"Ugh!?"
Smith, shot in the knee as he jumped from tree to tree, fell to the ground without jumping to tree.
(Physical abilities are certainly separated from humans.But I fought this many mice.)
How can you beat someone who is physically better than you?Use your head. Use the situation.That is the true answer.
True enough to stop, but no bullets left in the real gun. Reload.
(Difference in experience... This is what happens to me and this hungry ghost who doesn't fight strong enemies very much...)
Holding down the shot foot, Smith distorted his face in pain, realizing that he was dying.I don't think I can walk properly either.It is impossible to fight with this.
"Hahaha... it looks like it just ended up like a tragedy."
Smith laughs with his utmost falsehood.
"This is a gun named Shakespeare's comedy."
After loading the gun with ammunition, the truth speaks.
"What's the gun's name?"
Bye, horse.
True pointing his gun at Smith while answering his question in a silly tone.
(Oh, this is no good. I'm dead. Hah....)
Smith quickly gave up and accepted his end.
(Ah... my cute little brother.Life like shit is finally over.I wanted to see you dance a little more funny.I wanted to see you drag a lot of regret to the bottom of the abyss and seek more death.Is this how it ends? (Dassar)
Smith was stunned because the voice of his sister echoed even though it was about to happen this time.
(It will come out to the end.But I'm going to hell soon.Prepare yourself for hell's sake...)
When he declares in his mouth, Smith closes his eyes.
The faces of my classmates in elementary school came to mind.
(What is it... when I was a kid, when I had the most fun?I thought it was more fun killing people with missiles, but I thought it was happier... wasn't it?I thought we were friends... and they looked down on me at the bottom of their bellies.Damn it... regret it... curse it...)
(It was you who was cursed.And you're the one who's cursing you.)
(Ugh... you're just denying me...What's so funny?)
With her eyes closed, she stared at her sister in her head in disgust.
(That's what you really mean, right?You're the one who's denying you. Ahahaha)
My sister laughs softly. Smith wants me to kill him right now.Smith had no reason to believe that this sister, who could not be helped while she was alive, could do anything if she died.
The gunshots resonate.
True had a slight sense of killing just before and jumped out of the scene, but the bullets had landed quite far away.Looks like you shot him right.
"What the..."
Seeing the man who saved himself, Smith dragged himself into hiding in the shade as he rounded his eyes.
It was Milan who showed up.I'm a little late, Catherine. I have Rod.There are also large numbers of Ivorian soldiers at sea.
Gunshots rang in succession.No matter what you think, seeing that you can't push this man off by yourself, the truth retreats.
"Hey, you look different, old man."
"What are you... going to do...?"
Smith stares at Milan speaking up.
"Oh? It's a hassle to explain...Yes, I forgot to say I didn't look down on you, so I came to tell you. "
Hearing Milan's words with a smile, Smith turned into a gloomy face.
"Anyway, I was bullied at that height, and the guy who actually believed me was making fun of me behind my back, right?You're such a sad old man to be dragging such a trauma and complex.If you think I'm stupid, you're stupid. "
"Ngu...."
All you have to say is that Smith's first aid to a shot knee is Milan.Smith became a traffic cone and didn't say anything back.
"I used to be like this.There was a time when nobody believed me.In the first place, you used me as a shield and shot me, but you didn't kill me.I'm sure you're a good old man, just a bad guy, and you're not a rotten man. "
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Milan laughs and talks.I didn't like the smile, and Smith was on his way.
(Why did you save me twice...?This guy... why... isn't he rotten?No, I'm a rotten man.He's a scumbag who can kill with a laugh, even if he's the one who helped.Help such a rotten man again?Are you crazy?)
What I wanted to say was a lot of Smith, but I couldn't say it.