"I thought when I saw Mutsuki,"
Junko opens his mouth in a room at the Snow Oka Institute while providing true treatment for full-bodied creation.
"In comics and games, even though big tits are a classic under exposure for men's clothing girls, Mutsuki had tiny tits. After three years, I didn't really grow up. Um, too bad."
"Is that what you think first?"
True to be put to sleep on the sleeping table in underwear and bandaged all over your body. I felt more wrapped up than I had to, but it's the usual thing. Junko seems to like to wrap the bandages excessively.
"True you don't know. Boys aren't the only ones who like boobs, girls like girls' boobs too."
"Only some women like you."
"Well, breastfeeding is fine with that."
He was somewhat of a giant titty pureblood.
"Much like me... It looks just like...... the world... around cursing and hating... especially"
The tiredness of the kimono pinches his mouth with a fine voice in an interrupted tone.
"But compared to when he came here, it feels like it faded. When I brought him here and lived here for a while, it was a mood filled with more anger and resentment, but the impression I just saw was that it was so bright"
A severe pain runs on both legs trying to wake you up while you talk, true to sleep on the sleeping table as it is.
"I don't know if I'm under the impression of watching it, either. Maybe you're touching the hearts of the warm people and you're heading in the right direction."
"Then why don't you get tired and head in the right direction because you're not even me or Yukooka? I see. That's a very good reason."
True to say things that are faceless and pale, making it difficult to tell if a third party is joking or serious when they hear it.
"No... I'm pretty rehabbed... I'm progressing... Thanks to True and Junko..."
I'm tired of smiling, even though I'm upset and nagging.
"There's total hatred... gone... so Mutsuki won't be able to stop the murder... But... as long as there's a trigger, it's also... from that hatred... and I'm sure you'll be free... Like me."
Talking, the tired smile disappears and turns into a lonely face.
"The Good Moon was cursing fate. I was cursing the world. When I arrived at the institute, I made a pact with the devil who would twitch the words of the final curse and give them away."
"Is that demon me?"
Junko smiles at true words.
"He's cursed by another personality named Shaye, and he keeps carrying the hassles and doings of his fate roulette himself"
It was also truly hesitant to dismiss it as the responsibility of the Good Moon itself.
"Born out of the picture, though there is. Mutsuki is an extreme example, but isn't the problem that you've been aware of by planting the concept of its detachment since you were a child? I wonder if it would be difficult if it weren't for that kind of thing to start freeing me from."
and Junko.
"Intentionally, emphasizing the despair caused by the contrast with the surroundings… planted… is also a terrible story"
Tired of being a nagging addition and describing it with a dark face.
"That's not what I know. There are as many unhappy people in the world, and sometimes they have the inferior feeling that they are inferior compared to their surroundings. You know, it's a trick. But not all of those people will be murderers."
Truth is, I also understand and sympathize with how Mutual Moon became a killer, but it is unacceptable that Mutual Moon himself did not brake on the act.
It's easy to indulge in hatred. Truth is, I know that. But if we do not stop it, we also know that it creates irrevocable tragedies and that in the end we suffer from the consciousness of sin.
But I wonder if the consciousness of sin will ever boil in the Moon. In a good moon that is self-justified by assumption, I wonder if that is not possible.
"I promised to revamp it just before he killed me. I don't think I'd expect it in his case."
"Don't kill me. I need you alive."
"How can you keep that alive..."
True to be stunned by the words of Junko while remembering earlier battles. I don't think I would have been able to bring him in if I had completely frozen him, but his head was safe, so I couldn't do that either.
"Besides, it's pathetic to kill Mutsuki like this."
"So you liked that guy? Not just as research material."
"Yeah. I think he's an interesting kid. I want to be a part of this."
I look tired and unexpected at Junko's words.
"It's unusual for Junko to attract so much interest in people..."
And, tired.
(Other than a very small number of people, even though they have no interest at all)
Junko and I have been dating for decades, but Junko is terribly thorough about the distinction between himself and some human beings and others. Very few of them enter some of the human beings, and as far as anything else is concerned, they only seem to hold the perception of things or something.
"Let's start with the policy of killing the sweeping vacationers who get in our way."
Truth changes the subject.
"Hmm, well, that's the place. But then, isn't it hard to get Mutsuki over here?
"You don't have to. You can't pull in here. And there's no way you're not gonna kill me."
"It's the only way to kill..."
Tired comes to the bedroom at some point, stroking his true cheek, he says, pouring his gaze as if it were touching.
Tired truly seemed, as if he were discerning his mind. My chest aches when I think of how I must try to kill him again in such a cruel way, and when I remember that the Moon is in flames and suffers. That act and the suffering of the Moon are going to remain as unpleasant memories.
"And this, it's not funny"
In the hands of Junko, there was a fragment of the spider's foot of the Good Moon. At first glance, the tip of the blade just seems missing. That is moving as if trying to escape from the hands of Junko.
"Not if you're a family spirit. Family fresh. Hey. It's also interesting to think of the ability to take organisms into your body and change them to me, as you ordered. I'm just limited to creatures smaller than myself, and although there will be a limit to the number of them, hey. But I don't think it would be very interesting if anyone could use this ability?
At the turn of the era - in a time when the scientific civilization of material supremacy has taken its head, in a modern age when a female of science can now be placed in the paranormal realm, Pure Son's aim is to establish how anyone can obtain cheap, safe, and permanently paranormal abilities.
Brighten your crimson eyes and pour your gaze down the blade foot in your hand.
"Well, unfortunately, at this stage, it's only possible for a child transplanted with Arlaune to be an artist. At the time of the Arlaune transplant, the hurdles were high, and even the ability flowering seemed to require a lot of conditions, and in the end this was the same as the others. Uh, there's nothing really wrong with you."
"Didn't that study... stop you on the way?
Tired asks.
"That research team broke up thanks to the US-China War, though. I've been studying it from a different angle ever since. So Mutsuki asked me what you wanted when you came here, and I wondered if this girl could do it."
"What kind of research is that?
Now the truth asks.
"A study was being conducted on whether biological tissue containing organic matter that we don't think is from the planet could be used or replicated. Although it was called under the code name 'Arlaune'."
"Is that the monster that showed up ten years ago?
Ten years ago, the Great Monster Plant, 120 metres long, appeared in the Gulf of Tokyo, called Arlaune. There has never been a massive destruction of monster films, but if they were not exorcised, it is believed that there was a great chance that this would have happened.
According to the information available on the back street, Mad Scientists from all over the world, including Junko and the three Japanese fanatics, were happy to crusade this.
"Hmm, ten years ago Arlaune is a super evolved substitute for something quite pure. The transplanted organism will be able to evolve its own body to some extent of its own will."
"Convenient cheat specs."
"But many creatures can't evolve on their own volition, and even if they can, they can't withstand rapid evolution, and they're dead."
Junko smiles bitterly.
"It was once being studied by a joint daytime team, of which I was also feverish, but the team broke up because of the US-China War. The location of Arlaune has also become unknown. After that, I wondered if I could make the same thing as that Arlaune, so I kept researching it. So, I transplanted a copy of Arlaune to a lot of people, but I don't know if they survived it's limited, or what the conditions are for survival. It's pointless without certainty, so I was stuck in research and transplanted at random, too."
"If that survival is rare in the mouse, is he a strong one? Like a good moon."
"That's the thing. Mutsuki's ability to create and transform imagined organisms in her body is an application of regenerative reinforcing cells"
That's where Junko explains it, and the bell that tells the visitors rings.
(Also for suicide or vengeance, an experimental platform applicant?)
True to slack. Over 90% of visitors to the laboratory are laboratory applicants.
"I was texting you yesterday. Well, I'm just gonna pick you up."
With that said, Junko leaves the room and heads to the entrance to the laboratory.
Beyond the automatic door, a bald-headed big man stared at him with his bloody eyes and a stretched face.
"Ha, nice to meet you. Me, me, me, my texted husband."
"Nice to meet you -. You're here at a good time."
With an uncontrolled grin, Junko greets her regular husband.
"Oh, oh, to those guys, heh, heh, heh, heh. I want the power to get revenge. I want it. Please. haha i want revenge, revenge, revenge on sweeping vacation, sooo"
Still squeezing his angry and grief-filled voice out of the back of his throat, Tofu uttered his request.