Play with Mad Scientists!

In the second half of the twenty-first century, a surge in minors falling in the back streets led the police department to devote particular efforts to the rehabilitation of minors falling in the back streets and set up a tailor-made approach to the juvenile division.

The tutoring of minors belonging to the back street shall not be carried out by a delegated tutor. If the minor the coach laid eyes on turns out to be a resident of the back street, he or she does not get his or her hands on it in order to contact the Juvenile Division, to which the elite officers of the specially trained Juvenile Division respond.

Long sermon hell awaits the residents of the assisted minor's back street. But this sermon hell is highly effective, with hundreds of minors washing their feet off the back streets every year across the country.

Junko, who was taken to the euthanasia police station, was seated in a pipe chair in a special juvenile guidance room - also known as a sermon room.

"How long are you going to be so mean?

Shimozawa, who sat across the street and had been preaching for more than seven hours, asks with a slightly nasty grin. The night was already dawn, and the clock needle was set at 7: 30 a.m.

"We recognize your power. It's about changing your mind and stopping being a Mad Scientist. By taking the right path, your soul will surely be saved. We're here to help."

Shimozawa talks in a villainous, neticky tone.

Even though I have been preaching for seven hours, I can't see any signs of fatigue from Shimozawa. On the contrary, it was felt by Junko, as if he was increasingly polished.

Junko, on the other hand, obviously has more mental fatigue with each passing of time.

I realized that Shimozawa's sermon attack, which strikes from every angle, almost breaks my heart several times, but I still desperately endure to make only one thing the support of my heart, so that my soul, sunk in the abyss of darkness, is freed from darkness and not directed towards light. Enjoying it. Connected.

(Makoto...)

The support of the soul of Junko, who succumbs to temptations from obstinate light, was the presence of a boy whom Junko thinks most strongly in the world. Every time I become aware of him, I can sink my heart into a negative world that is likely to be frustrated and revamped.

(You're the one who leads my heart into the light. I can't give it to anyone else.)

I thought about that, arrowhead, Junko's belly makes a flashy noise and rings.

"What? What's that noise now?

Shimozawa pokes with a nasty look on her face.

"I feel like I've heard something embarrassing, huh? Yeah? Didn't you? Ah?

Shortly afterwards, Shimozawa's belly also rattled. Shimozawa will look bad.

"Well... breakfast isn't ready yet. It can't be done that way either. What do you say? Isn't it time you wanted that one?

"Ugh..."

Junko quickly figured out what the word Shimozawa was referring to. Associate that with a new saliva flooding your mouth.

"Yes, that's it. That. Yeah? You want it, don't you? Hehe, you don't have to tell me. I don't think I want that one anymore. It's spilling juice from your mouth."

"Ugh..."

Pointed out, Junko muddles his mouth as he roars.

"That's right, it's a bowl of cutlets!

The moment Shimozawa shouted out loud, Knock did.

"Go ahead."

"I thought it was time we were both hungry, so I made it."

With a gentle voice, a middle-aged woman enters the sermon room. The person with a soft grin was Daiichi Nanase, known as the living legend of the back street.

There was a bowl of cutlets for two in the basin she held. That was reflected in the eyes of Junko, as if he were radiant.

"As you know, you're not out front. It's a handmade dish with Mr. Ohiko's heart in it."

Seeing Junko being nailed in the eye by a bowl of cutlets, she laughs niggardly, Shimozawa says.

"It's been a long time since Junko's been here, so I'm so happy I put more on my arm. Enjoy it."

Nanase places the bowl of cutlets on her desk with a smile on her face.

"I'll have it."

Junko and Shimozawa join hands at the same time, hammering their voices.

"Mmm, Nanase's bowl of cutlets, as always, is sooo yummy. I want you to tell me how to make it once."

Eating a bowl of cutlets, it's not a flattery or a social decree, I mean it, Junko.

"I'm not making it in a special way. It's just that I made Junko feel like she was a good girl, and I made Junko over and over again."

"Ahhh."

Hearing Nanase's words, Junko can put the rice in his trachea.

"Dear treat,"

Shimozawa joins hands toward the finished meal.

"Shimozawa, you should chew a little better and eat slower. Rice, in particular. There's an enzyme in the saliva that breaks down starch, and if you don't chew it well, it can strain your stomach, and if you chew it well, it's the blood of your head."

"Mm, well. Let's be careful now."

Junko is advised, and Shimozawa honestly listens to it.

"Stay where you are"

"Yes, roughly. Then I'll be in charge on behalf of Inspector Shimozawa from here."

Junko, feeling heavenly after eating a good bowl of cutlets, told Qixe with a soothing smile, felt plunged into despair at once.

The Great Hitachi Nanase - aka the Great Hitachi of Bodhisattva. The number of minors in the back streets revamped and reintegrated into society in her sermon lightly crosses four digits.

Even with her sermons, it should be noted that many still remain in the back streets, but there is a sense of respect and trust from those, and those who come to her with their own feet to consult them never cease to follow.

"Mr. Ohiko, I'll take care of it later"

Shimozawa rises and meets gently. Shimozawa treats Nanase below her ranks and positions with the utmost respect from day to day.

"Well, thank you"

He lowered his head deeply toward Junko before Nanase sat in the seat across the street.

Nanase's sermons are mostly in the form of emotions. In the meantime, I often ask about the other person's circumstances and mood.

Junko never reveals his true intentions. I'm not even willing to talk about the past. It conveys that the other person is serious, and I'm sorry, but I'm not willing to bend my way of life. It is wrong at that point because it does not actually look like a minor in the first place anyway.

The sermon lasted about thirty minutes. Many words full of charity erode the heart of the pure child. Words aren't the only way to attack. An occasional inquiry is made and a long silence flows as it is. But in the meantime, Nanase never breaks his grin.

Nanase, who, even without words, is just on the spot, warms the hearts of the beholders and gives them peace. Its effect is particularly high on the rough souls of those who fall in the back streets. It is conveyed among the inhabitants of the back streets as a cause for the formation of her bottomless love.

I hear a knock. Probably Shimozawa, Nanase and Junko both perceive it.

"Sorry, Mr. Big Hitachi. Can we ask this guy to come with us?

Shimozawa grabs the boy's collar in uniform and enters the sermon room.

"Makoto..."

Junko becomes tannic when he sees Makoto Aizawa, a boy who is his own dedicated killer and lives under one roof with himself.

"Can I get you two to take good care of each other?

"Absolutely. You're welcome."

Nanase smiles at Shimozawa's words.

I didn't know you were here.

True, sitting next to Junko, exhales small.

"I got a bowl of cutlets, but did True have breakfast?

"I've been eating outside. I wish I hadn't eaten."

To the words of Junko, I think of myself who truly seems sorry in my head.

"Don't worry, I'll make it for you again at lunch. Later."

Nanase said toward the truth. True to make me feel complicated. I wanted to eat a bowl of cutlets, but I was pronounced unable to leave for the time being. It's something I knew before I was caught, but I'm made aware of the sermon hell ahead of me, and I feel depressed.

"Good thing. You two are still young, and you may lose sight of the way. Sometimes we may step into the path of the beast. I also know that it is very hard to walk the path of the beast without losing a man's heart. Because I know it by experiencing it myself. The time may come when you may be able to bear it now, but all of a sudden your heart will become a beast. I don't want that to happen to me alone. Kids like you are especially prone to get lost. Something must have been hard. I know that. Especially since I can see that you are walking the back street with some faith. But..."

(True, you think it's a big favor or something)

Junko thought, but the truth is he doesn't say anything. Junko never opens his mouth, either, except when asked about something. I basically just ask unilaterally. If you don't, I won't. It will last for dozens of hours. If I was poking my mouth open from this one, I know it would just unnecessarily twist and prolong the conversation.

However, it cannot be completely listened to. That was the strange preaching of the Boys Division of the Euthanasia Police Department. One word at a time, I won't allow it to be ignored. No matter how hard you close your mind, it sounds from the top of your heart's shell to the core of your heart.

"Junko, too, maybe he believes in you, Aizawa, but there's absolutely nothing in this world? What are you going to do if you come back as an unspeakable corpse? You have to think about it that way."

Junko had a hearty, only tight, affectionate laugh at Nanase, who dared to speak and make her conscious until she was usually unconscious. Besides, I am particularly comfortable with being told when the truth is right next to me.

"You may not hear my words now. But I think it might help me to think back. That's how I keep throwing words."

With a gentle grin, Nanase told him.

At noon the day after that, Junko and True were finally released.

Even human rights lawyers and the media do not make a scene against the practice of preaching by detaining minors for long periods of time. Because we have achieved a great deal in this way.

Nor will they fart against the fierce men of the juvenile division of the euthanasia police station where they made noise.

Junko and True both drop their shoulders and go home.

"You're released unexpectedly fast."

It is usually true of faceless expressions, but at that time it clearly had a tired look on its face.

"I wonder if True is because you're a regular. I'd have been caught longer if I'd been alone."

Suppose it was the end of their luck that they accidentally found them late at night, and Junko even thinks about refraining from going out that night.

"Even in Snow Oka, do you shake your heart at their beauty?

"Is it dazzling...... It's a weird expression, but yeah, it's dazzling."

Junko answered with an ambiguous smile on his mouth as he looked up at the day and narrowed his eyes.