Kiichi Kamauma was extremely loyal to instinct and desire, and had the qualities to go get it as soon as you wanted it and throw it away without hesitation if you got tired of it.
Then it is also troublesome because it doubles its ability to act. The troublesome thing is that the people involved caused more harm to themselves than they did, but they have no awareness of it. Therefore, there is no reflection or learning.
At the age of fifteen, Kamauma learned to kill himself against a man who yelled at him for the detachment he hit on the road. By his sprouting intent to kill for just that reason, Kamamara waited for the man to take the street again for days on the bumped road.
Maybe it happened that I came to this town, and it took me two weeks to get to the question that there was usually no street down that road. Two weeks, even in the same place, I kept waiting just to kill him.
The first intent to kill was not achieved, but the second intent to kill was achieved. At the high school I attended, I was noticed by a teacher that I had perms on my hair. I couldn't hear you when you said it was natural. This is already too much, in persimmon swamp, to impose the death penalty.
After killing his teacher without hesitation, Persimmon Marsh, who had plastic surgery and fell into the back street, has since continued to live a way that is only true to his instincts.
Whatever you do, I don't think it's a failure. Turn any trivial thing on the target and kill him. That's the persimmon marsh way of life.
Ever since I belonged to an organization called Breakbamboo Rest, I had somewhat restrained myself in front of Zao.
Kamauma was terrified that he was really bad at a person named Daisuke Zao. Human depth or weight, for the first time in my life, was someone I was somewhat recognized for. But only to some extent, in the back of my mind, I was thinking of sooner or later using it as a stepping stone to take over the organization.
A year ago, Kamauma got to know a woman by the name of Dreamko.
Before meeting Kamamara, Dreamko was falling in love with a man who only thought of a woman as an accessory, giving her a fever. Dreamchild's feelings seemed one-sided, and the other man switched to another woman and abandoned Dreamchild lightly.
Dreamchild had a pure personality. He was pure but therefore blind to seeing people, betrayed and hurt by believing in a helpless man.
Kamauma found out about it and his desire to make this woman his own at all costs boiled intensely.
I wanted to comfort and adore the wounded woman as much as I could and make myself obsessed. I wanted to enjoy a situation like that.
A man who showed up where he was heartbroken, being nice to himself. Dreamko caught on again and became obsessed with the persimmon swamp.
When I confirmed that I fell in love with myself, I lost interest in Kamamara's dreams. From persimmon swamp, I enjoy the process until the woman falls, and if the other person falls in love with me, I don't feel like dating anymore. It gets depressing.
Persimmon Marsh's desire is all satisfied when it is obtained. It's not just about women. Status, of course, and intent to kill also apply to it.
To her dreams of visiting the lost persimmon swamp, Persimmon swamp said, "Don't come any more. I'm tired of it," I told him terminally.
"Why...? You said you were playing, too? Are all men like that? Is a woman like a tool?
So the dreamer cried, calling and scattering in front of the house of Persimmon Marsh, and insisted not to throw it away.
The intent to kill sprouted again in the persimmon swamp. A cockroach appears in the house, and I want to crush it at all costs - such a degree of mood killing.
Kamauma stepped on that killing on the spot would be a hassle, and the spot preached the dreams. And a few days later, he followed her to the aside of the tissue, deceiving her that 'it's a study of cosmetic effects' to feed on the new virus in development.
Although it was still under development, it did not immediately lead to death, and the onset occurred a few days later.
She developed red eczema all over her dreamchild's body, causing fever, vomiting and intense coughing and even haemorrhage, and was transported to the hospital. At that point, Dreamko never thought that she had caused this to happen because of Kamamara.
Kamauma never came to see me. I don't answer calls or texts. I was anxious something was wrong, the arrow tip, Kamamara sent me an email. There, all the truth was written along with the taunt style.
With despair, a dreamer who, suffering on a hospital bed, waits for his death. I got a strange e-mail from her like that. An email with a frigid rumor called the Snow Oka Institute. The sender is unknown.
Dreamko sent an email to the Yukooka Institute with little time between them. Nothing, the last hope sent to me just waiting for death. I don't care if you betray me with this anymore. Even if it's all about being betrayed, I still want to talk about it. I want to believe. Trying to keep believing until the end.
In the second half of the twenty-first century, there were many conflicts around the world, so it was completely indispensable for a place to operate, if you try it as a bowman and eagle hiccup.
Descending to a certain country in Central and South America, the two began operating mercenaries.
Armed drug cartels are spreading in that country, tormenting the people with all the bystanders they want to do. Because of the hand ties with the government as well, a courageous army has been formed from the civilian population and has been transformed into an extremist state over the years.
Mercenaries have also been recruited from outside, but the situation of the brave prostitutes is so poor that few attempt to join the brave prostitutes.
"Does Hawk Hiko believe in something called heaven?
A bowman speaks on his way to the battlefield in a stuffed truck. Heading there is a camp for the brave army to fight armed drug cartels.
"No, I don't really understand the word tenkay. I just know it doesn't seem like a typical tencay."
"Is that where it comes from"
To the eagle-hick-like answer, the bowman spills a smile.
"Before I left Japan, while I was looking into which country to go, I picked this country because I had something in my head that was frightening. It's like God told you to make it this country."
"I see, you mean the Heavenly Warning"
"No, and you're wrong in the sense of a warning, that. Well, what do you want to say, you can have hope and expectations. Yes."
"Hmm, I can never trust a god who only spoke to you and fucked me through."
Bow man and eagle hiko smile and slap lightly in the mood of the prostitute soldiers in the same truck.
We arrived at the destination and found out why the passengers were dark. There were only about ten soldiers in the brave army camp.
"There were fifty of you before you arrived. This is what happened yesterday at the battle. Though we won yesterday, the next time they attack us, we're done. They'll be replenishing soldiers soon."
A leader who was in the camp explained the situation in Spanish.
The prostitutes are fighting guerrillaly all over the country, but Bowman and Hawkhiko visited it on the side of a mustard field that would be a stronghold for the drug cartel, especially a place of intense fighting. Naturally, the cartel also assigns many soldiers.
"Hey, was it really tenkay? Didn't the devil show up in your dreams disguised as God and trick you?
Among the funeral moods, Eagle Hiko, who is not nervous, tears up the bowman.
"Sounds like a desperate situation, but if you win big with my power here, my ratings will increase, right? It's a drama that's too improbable in real life to be reversed by the power of a single man, but that's why if it happens, my name will be known once and for all as a hero."
The bowman said with an invincible grin as he saw the countless bodies that had been made wild around the camp.
"I wish I could."
"You can. It's easy if you just win. The question is, how do you visually tell them that I won with my power? We need Hawkeyok to help us around here."
After that, everything went exactly as the bowman saw it. If the bowman's abilities were used in full, he would not be disadvantaged in numbers or anything. Sometimes the situation in the land itself is suited to use the bowman's abilities.
Then just four months later, the drug cartels that had spread to that country for years were swept away. In the battlefield where the bowman went, all the prostitutes won overwhelmingly, and eventually even the Don of the drug cartel was assigned a lurking spot and taken over. It was also the bowman who mentioned the lurking place.
The bowman was regarded as a hero and his fame naturally spread outside the country. And that made it easier for me to do my job after the first country.
Though he fell in the back streets, he still flew out of Japan feeling bored and kolejanai, and jumped into the battlefield, where he finally found the most suitable place for himself. Livelihood and fame, honor enough to bequeath fame to history, much gratitude and resentment, I was able to taste the peak of my life.