The bowman will never forget that event ten years ago.
"Stop it, help me!
"I'm sorry. I'm not doing this anymore, so do something about this guy!
The bowman sees a bad threesome who was bullying himself desperately begging him to cry and cry without himself or the world, and the bowman seems petty and leaks a laugh.
The Mad Scientist experiment was a success and the Bowman was able to gain power beyond his intelligence. The bowman, summoned to the river plains by the defects, quickly waved his power and turned back into a backlash.
Seeing them hitting on fear, crying, even incontinence and begging for forgiveness, the bowman was filled with cruel satisfaction.
"If you swear you'll never do this again and apologize, I'll untie you"
That filled me up. The original plan was to kill the bullies, but just seeing their unusual and funny appearance made the bowman satisfied enough.
"I swear, I swear!
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
The bowman exhaled loudly as he looked down at the three who shuddered and begged for forgiveness, releasing them.
In the end, the bowman himself was relieved that he had forgiven them for not killing them.
It was painful enough to die, and I hated them enough to kill them, but I realized that my despair of cowardice and powerlessness was actually stronger than hating them.
In a recoil of despair, the bowman was severely intoxicated by the power he had acquired. I don't want this power to end with this alone.
At any rate, I want to use this horrible but fascinating power that I have gained because of something else. In order for me to be strong and big as a person, the bowman was beginning to think that instead of relying on strength to satisfy my greed, it would be to use the power I had gained for someone.
River beds at sunset. When I tried to get off the dirt, thinking that I was never going to get to this abominable place where I was always bullied again...
"Wait, Amano."
Bad leadership stopped a bowman on his way home. He was alone.
"Well... let me apologize again. Not to want to be helpful, but to be true...... I'm so sorry."
I stare at the bowman with my cringing eyes in bright red, and say my words of apology with a sincere face, drooling my head deeply.
"Yeah, I forgive you. If you understand, that's enough."
To another apology for the defect, for some reason the bowman felt like he had been saved.
"It's me... actually, while bullying me about you, in my mind, I stopped doing this, and I've been thinking about it. But I can't do it. I was aware of those eyes. But thanks to you, I can stop. It's a funny story that you were bullying me, and I feel sorry for you. Something... weird to say, but I know you don't like me saying this... but that... thanks."
I laugh lightly, and at the end of the day I say thank you in a small voice.
"I don't hate it. Not at all."
I was glad I stayed to kill him, and naturally a smile spilled, and he was a bowman who tried to walk away, but...
"Amano"
Bad Leadership - Four hundred thousand eagle hiccups call it off again and try to retrieve your phone with a refreshing grin.
The bowman also smiled back, registering each other's numbers and addresses.
The bowman then went to the Yukooka Institute to report and thank him for the results.
"Hmm, I didn't end up paying you back."
Before the bowman uttered the report, Junko said with an uncontrolled grin. I don't know how the hell I found out, but he seemed to have grasped all the bowman's behavior.
"I did. But I thought it was too much until I killed them, and they were apologizing, so I thought this was enough."
A bowman with a refreshing look.
"I think that would have been nice. You made the best choice."
In a position that gave people the power to kill and let them use it as they please, but because Junko said so without any cowardice, the bowman could not truly take the word and had a pulled grin on his mouth.
"I think you've gained quite a bit of strength. Looks like you had some qualities. As far as I'm concerned, I just pulled it out, so I'm still a little dissatisfied."
"Disgruntled?"
Junko, who had a similar word in his mouth even after it was modified, was then full of vengeance and a bowman who did not care. But now that I feel calm, I'm worried.
"I've been doing research for hundreds of years wondering if there's an easy way for anyone to get supernormal powers and tough physical dots. In the end, there's a big part of me that gets swept away by individual qualities."
"Hundreds of years..."
If you just look no matter how you look, the girl in front of you only looks the same age as you. But when we did have a conversation, we didn't even think of ourselves as the same generation of girls. I have the impression that the words out of the girl's mouth are those of older people who are more objective.
"I think your power will continue to grow depending on you, but it would be a shame to keep it in the normal routine. If you want, I'd like to lead you to an unusual way of life, but what do you say?
The door to the unusual has already opened. But where he is satisfied with his vengeance, the door closes naturally, and the bowman is pushed back into his daily routine. The feeling that that was a waste was also felt by the bowman.
The bowman was wrapping his tongue around that Junko foresaw all the desire to use it to do something special when he got special power. After all, it is not the only one.
"Like what?
"Um, yeah. How about a righteous ally or something?
Though Junko's proposal was abstract, this was once again a substitute for seeing through the bowman's thoughts and attracting the bowman's heart strongly.
Then the two bowmen and Hawkeyoka Laboratories conducted various trainings to live on the back street. It was primarily combat training with guns and physical skills, but skills such as tailing, infiltration and negotiation techniques and survival were also knocked all over the place.
Particularly done in mind was a stretch to create a flexible body. Junko said that to avoid accidental injury when exercising intensely and to be able to make some unscrupulous movements without straining the body. Both Bowman and Hawkhiko are particularly impressed by the training at the Institute, which is the number of stretch exercises that have taken place many times during the day.
I was not just trained, I was thoroughly managed to eat. A meal of more cereals and vegetables was served, the protein was squeezed into the fish as much as possible, the meat was served only occasionally, and dairy products were barely given.
There were daily snacks at three o'clock, but moderately sugary Japanese sweets and fruit centers. They were further instructed to do so at a set time leading up to hydration.
"Hmmm... I'm more carnivorous. If you don't eat meat, don't you have any physical education?
Junko shook his neck sideways, complaining that Eagle Hiko, who decided to fall into the back street with the bowman, was displeased with being restricted all the way to his meal.
"So herbivores have little bodies with flicks? Like a statue or a giraffe."
To this word, Hawk Hiko also shut up.
"It's a shared long-term, so extra nutritional management is important, and we need to get rid of anything that's not good for our bodies as much as possible. Of course, life management is important."
With that said, Junko himself drank alcohol and repeatedly stayed up all night, so he didn't find it convincing, but still Bowman and Hawkko honestly followed.
"Hmmm... I wonder if I can really kill someone"
One day after Hawk Yan finished his gun training, he said that with a bitter smile.
"If you don't have to kill anyone, you don't have to kill them. But don't you? If you don't kill me, I'll kill you."
That's what the bowman returns.
"I don't think I'm going to hesitate when the time comes for that. What about you? Why don't you think about that?
Asked by Hawk Hin, the bowman has trouble answering. Eagle Hiko asks that it is easy to think with reason alone, but it may not be. But if we don't try that scene, it's something we don't know, and if we don't make it through, we're going to die.
"Then I'll try to train you too -?
Junko, who was listening on the side, made a hell of a suggestion.
"Oh, come on, you're not even supposed to be training to kill people."
Eagle Hiko who feels pulled.
"It's a very rotten outer road, I don't mind killing it at all if I do this. Instead, you should kill it - if you're such a bad guy, you can kill it even if you're trained? Because I'm going to buy someone like that somewhere. Come on. Well, if you're such a bad guy, there's one in front of you right now."
He was a pure child who laughed at his masochistic jokes and mouthed them, but neither of us could laugh.
After all, the two men fell into the back streets without training for murder and doing so, chose to open the doorman of their apparent residential counterparts and carried out their activities in Japan for five years.
"Has Makoto Aizawa arrived?
The number two Kamauma Kiichi, a bamboo relaxation, had called the head of one factory that would remain outside the home base.
"Can't you find a good opportunity and get rid of that kid too? That way, no one will protect Junko Yukioka. Yeah, of course I'll play in return if it works."
Leave the bait hanging up. I had no specific operational instructions, I had merely ordered my men to do a great deal of messing, but I was unsubstantiated that it would work.
No, I don't mind if I fail. At that time, you can put your sins on Zao and impersonate him, and you can take sides with Junko Yukioka. That way Zuo loses his legs and thinks that the actual rights of the organization will be his own.
Persimmon Marsh believes and does not suspect that he is more clever than man. Whatever I do, I believe I have succeeded. In fact, there have been numerous failures. But I haven't omitted them as failures.
Neither do I consider it a particular failure to commit murder in my mid-teens, perform plastic surgery, and fall into the back streets. Do not perform the act of omitting yourself. No, the idea itself is not.
I do not doubt that living like this now, being in a high position in one organization, is a sign of excellence, Kamauma Kiichi was such a man.