While Mike Leonard is in the position of being the chief executive of the Formalin-Pickled President, he is a known presence among those who are members of the Formalin-Pickled President because he himself will be at the show playing.
When I say show, the only show Leonard stars in is a totally one-sided genocide show. Audiences watching Leonard's show also watch Leonard enjoy watching scenes that kill people.
"Saai, please wait. Here comes Mike Leonard, the brave man of our Formalin-pickled President!
When a woman in a tuxedo in the middle of the ring tells her softly towards the microphone, the lights fall and the seats boil. Leonard, wearing a clown mask naked in his upper body, appears in the flower path along with a funny entrance theme song and slowly heads for the ring.
I don't know that he is one of the top executives of the organization, by the way, except for those in the organization. He is thought to be a strong man in the organization or someone employed by the organization.
In addition to the female ring announcers in tuxedos, there are already eight men and women up in the ring. Their age varies from their late teens to their thirties. There are also some Japanese, but obviously many are not Japanese.
They are all dressed in helmets, prickly shoulder pads, torso armor and other objects such as nail bats and Japanese knives and morningstars and spears and flails.
Dressed relative to their armed state, Leonard, a hand-to-hand fist, waits for an announcement call in the ring.
"The Red Corner, the Nettle Eight People who refused to turn their backs on society to work and were finally sold off for human trafficking by their parents. Huh!
The audience is filled with laughter at the announcement that we know very well who the eight armed groups are.
"Blue Corner, I'll Charm You Today, Flesh Devil, Beautiful Muscle Clown, Mike Leonard Oh!
A great deal of cheer comes from the audience. Eight men and women pull to that exuberance. From the audience's reactions, we also know that the opponents who are going to fight will be regular here.
They are told in advance to defeat the man in front of them with eight armed men. Its body, covered with supple muscles throughout its body, does make it sound like a pretty strong man, but it can't beat the eight armed in common sense with bare hands. Therefore, there was confusion.
The gong rings. At the same time, the eight men and women felt the inexplicable cold.
The chill was emanating from Leonard's side. An unspeakable and disastrous aura rises from the man in the mask who sits relaxed. I soon found out who that was.
In the breasts and bellies of Leonard there are countless faces of men of distressed shapes floating and groaning.
One of the eight was highly inspired, discerning that they were evil spirits, more fearful than the other seven, turning bright blue and shaking his whole body.
When he grinned at his exposed mouth from under the mask as if to mock the eight men, Leonard stuffed the man who was nearest him all at once, with his right hand in the shape of a handknife, and slammed him across the man's throat.
The man's neck splits apart over his torso and jumps, turning hard several times in the air and falling over the ring. Set aside about two seconds after my neck falls, my body collapses more. The spectators who saw the sight cheer.
The other seven didn't know what happened for a moment. Even witnessing the fact that people were necked with bare hands, the brain could not honestly accept the sight as a real event.
Leonard can kick in the abdomen of a rigid man who was close by.
The metal armor is gently distorted and snapped, folded into a letter that folds the body and blows it out of the ring. Falling under the ring, the man cramps as he vomits blood reflexes violently.
The remaining six panic. Some went further without the wars that had been scarce from the beginning, others waved their weapons toward Leonard in a damned state, but all subsequent developments were roughly the same. Unilateral genocide unfolds with instantaneous and powerful forces that do not appear to be human.
"Forgive me... Forgive me..."
One last remaining woman looks up to Leonard on her knees, crying, begging for her life.
"Don't worry, sir. Imitation like I raise my hand to a woman, Shima Sayne."
Leonard looks down at the woman and laughs, letting her hands try to beard.
Shortly afterwards, Leonard's legs move at an unstoppable rate in an outfit with his hands spread out, kicking up the woman's jaw tip.
"But I'll give you my legs, Mars. Nanchaté, Tehepero"
Speaking toward the woman who collapses in a coma, Leonard raises one hand high and poses for victory.
As declared, I didn't kill only the last woman. I just stunned him.
In fact, Leonard didn't really like to kill a woman with his immediate hands. Only putting a vulnerable person in your hands, such as an old woman and child, remains a conscience that makes you feel resistant.
But where this woman who didn't kill now survived here, she was sold to this organization. I can't live long beyond this anyway, and Leonard knows it, but I don't care if I don't kill her directly.
Returning to the modem, Leonard encountered a face figure he had seen there. That said, the face was covered with a mask just like myself.
The magnificent man in a mask imitating a bird waiting for Leonard to return in the holding room was the same senior executive of the formalin-pickled president as Leonard.
"Ohisatsu. What's up, sitter? Don't stay here."
"I have plans for my business today. Mike said he was coming too, so I just came to say hi."
To the words of the man in the bird's mask, Leonard remembers the frigidity. It's between the top executives, and it doesn't mean they're all close. Instead, this bird masked man is an unattainable figure with Leonard. Doctrine claims are often conflicting as well.
Since the boss of the organization has barely shown his face since a few years ago, the formalin-pickled president has become a style of doing business, operating by several top executives, but not deciding as much as possible on the general thrust of the organization in order to avoid disputes between top executives, and creating plans and doing business with top executives as they please.
However, when problems arise across the organization, they are discussed with senior executives, and opinions can often conflict at that time.
"Tomorrow I wonder if my performance with Junko Yukioka, for whom you are in charge, is finally something like a climax. At least that would be the end of the seventh branch. Even the seventh branch was crushed, and the winning state of Miss Yukioka has always been unbalanced as a series."
Said the man in the bird mask.
"Then you just have to sit back and crush her, Death. You got hands like that, too, Mass?
It is well known that it does not conform to the intentions of the organization, sarcastic Leonard.
"I have no reason to do that, even though I make a profit from working with her. And then if we really hit it, we'll lose something."
"So, how do you say Seyo, Death?
I was talking to him. Leonard said what the man in the bird mask said, and I found him reluctant. I don't know what you're trying to say, Leonard has a guess.
"I know, sir. Still, can you tell me clearly, Desyo? Things in the back teeth, goosebumps, yokunai."
"Shall I be clear then? Some of the other top executives want to cut off their involvement with Yukioka."
The man in the bird mask told him. Of course I know that too, Leonard. There are affirmatives and deniers for their current relationship with Junko Yukioka. The man in the bird mask is an affirmative, so Leonard guesses it was hard to tell him that.
Leonard himself was in charge of the negotiator with Junko Yukioka, but he didn't want to reject it if he wasn't willing to have an active relationship.
Neutralists who use each other if there is a phase available, in such a dry relationship. But being neutral, it may also be possible to lean toward one or the other depending on the organization's circumstances.
"Don't let them crush all those branches. No matter how much money you're giving away, some people think Fumiko is ruined. A more serious problem is the shortage of manpower - no, there will be obstacles to recruitment. Even if you belong to the organization, you won't get the mood to die soon after the war with Junko Yukioka."
"Sure it is, Death. Now, using the devastation of the seventh branch as one delimitation, let's go in the direction of hand-beating with Junko Yukioka, Mars"
Unusual for me, I was able to fully agree with the words of the man in the bird mask, Leonard who thought the story went smoothly,
"Can you do that for Miss Yukooka?"
Leonard was frustrated by the words of a man in a bird mask who did not provoke and incite him, but purely let him bump into doubt.
"I don't think I can do it, Desita, and the others can take charge of it. - Isn't that right, Des? Originally you from Yukioka and Kind."
"It's hard for me to be in charge because it's a courtesy. I have opposition eyes. You, the neutral, are the right man."
A man in a bird mask who, knowingly and sarcastically, returns a clear answer to Leonard.
From Leonard's point of view, the worst thing about this man is that he only accepts things on par. We often have conversations that are frustrating and irritating because we often get a lot of sarcasm and jokes.
"I know what you're talking about, and I'm going in that direction, yo."
We decided it was going to be a fight when we talked any more, and Leonard walked into the shower room in the form of a one-sided cut of the story.
The Yunzuka family had an ancient clique.
Make a minimum of three children. If I wasn't there, I'd pick up my adopted son. But I'd make it three. And it's about thoroughly discriminating against the worst children and motivating other children.
The worst child will be the target, but the first child to be the target will most likely not be able to escape from the target. I even give up trying.
That's exactly what the shaky eldest daughter was. He yells at me before I look at him, he slaps me, he discriminates against only one person for a meal, and he can't even take only one person with him when he goes to play. My sister was upset that she was being molested like that.
Because it was such a house, of course I couldn't shake it, and all my brothers couldn't bring their friends home.
On the contrary, one day even their brothers began to talk about their eldest daughter. It's like sesame on my parents. Even as he asked about the complexion of his parents and brothers, he could not only refuse to imitate the act.
Shaking's father is a follower of Yunzuka's ideas, and thanks to this family training - I don't doubt he could have been a fine person because he had a stepping stone for a badly made brother himself.
The wobbly mother was a boxed daughter who grew up in a house with a family training that women had to be submissive to men, and the wobbly father chose someone like that to make a matchmaking marriage.
It was only at first that the shaking mother felt the house of Yunzuka as an anomaly and also showed resistance, but eventually she adapted, becoming active in the internal discrimination and abuse of Yunzuka. Believe me, that's the right thing to do.
When the shake was seven years old, the evaporation of her sister turned the target into a shake. Like his sister, he did not have the strength to resist, and in the home, he transformed into a dark child with an uncut heart. It was the exact opposite of that bright, pleasant shake outside the house, and he never wanted to show it at ten nights.
While I endured the irrational manipulation of my family in elementary school, I gave up somewhere as something I had no choice but to do with my misfortune, but after I became a junior high school student, I gradually changed my mind.
My own family is strange. Conscious that it was the worst lineage that tormented his body with brutal family training, the shaking began to cause him to recruit hatred and anger.
Jiao became strangely aware of the opposite sex after going up to middle school, dictating around depending on the allowances for the opposite sex he liked, and sometimes two strands fell apart, causing a training ground. It is about being aware of a certain person.
There were rumors that Shin Aizawa, a legendary defect passed down during Euthanasia II, had built a harem in the school, and so Shao tried to imitate it.
The result is terrible, and the woman who clings to me cries. She beats me. So I realized that it's hard to harem reality.
Not so long ago, Shake admired someone he had never met, Makoto Aizawa. I also learned the story that many of the rugged legends are more than the original, then fall into the back street, where they are making their names heard as amazing killers, gathering backstreet related information, and admiring the back street itself.
The longing for the back streets only brought dangerous impulses to shake. He wants to break the wicked tradition of Yunzuka, who tormented himself and has tormented so many humans before.
And now I've killed the demons who are running that home training, and I'm starting to think so seriously that I should use the back streets to escape sin.
Originally, his ability to act was doubled, but he was also hesitant to step that far into the boulder. But it was also a matter of time before the accumulation of abuse reached the limit of patience.
There was no particular dramatic trigger such as this. Simply, the limits of patience have come.
I couldn't stand the way my family did, and Shake grinned awfully in front of my parents and squealed like this.
"It's... it's time... okay?
The shaking parents suspected that the shaking head had finally gone crazy because they had never seen the shaking laugh before.
Knowing the smile of the shake and the meaning of the word, his parents were cut off from that life with their shaky hands, exposed to a scattered ugliness and even begging for their lives, with plenty of fear and despair. The brothers followed suit.
Shaking couldn't turn back. Even crossing the line, it was calm itself.
I had decided what I was going to do. I was looking into it beforehand. I had no fear, no regrets, and a sense of liberation. There was a sense of accomplishment. There can be no such thing as guilt.
But there was only one thing I really felt bad about.
It's about my best friend, Ten Nights. When you learn this fact, what the hell do you think of the Ten Nights? That's all I care about. That's all I fear. I wondered if the Ten Nights wouldn't hate or despise themselves.
The news circulated at the Snow Oka Institute revealed the matter lightly, but I was relieved that the Ten Nights did not appear to despise me. Apart from that, I was also aware that the Ten Nights appeared subtly strange.