'Well, I did find a place for the Blind Spiritualist, but I'd like to take it away and reclaim the bump to please you - and now I'd like you to trust us more - so I hope we got ahead of ourselves, but it hasn't been in a quick payback. Our hands are of poor quality, no matter how many they are, yes. I'm also considering hiring an excellent starter right now, but I'm not worried about that. So I'm sorry to hear that, but if you'll excuse me, I'd be grateful if you could give me a hand.'
With the attitude and things that were naughty, Yoshi Akagi, the boss of Nippon Game Authority, has asked to be soaked on the phone.
"Fine. I was going to do it on my own, even if it didn't work."
There was no usual grin on Junko's face. Even on the phone, the loving girlfriend really looks like she has a cold, hearty look.
You will certainly be offended by the fact that you are the person who trapped Natsuko, a friend. In the first place, the truth is, I haven't seen many places where Junko represents discomfort, and it's very unusual to see the face of Junko like now.
'It's because of this, and let's work together. We need to deepen our interactions. "
"Hmm, well, I don't mind, but can I make one condition?
"Ha ha, what can I say?"
No longer do I even make you feel disrespectful. Or maybe it's meant to be a joke, but it's not funny. Cold.
"Natsuko Takagi, who keeps her personality here, would like to accompany her."
"For what? And may I ask you a question?
"Well, assuming it helps a lot. Some kid got away with it. And hey. If that runaway kid really just betrayed his sighing addiction, it might not make much sense to take him, but otherwise, it would make a difference, wouldn't it?
'Ha, is that what you mean? You're a loose man. "
"So, where's Yukiko?
'I only know that it means Tokyo Dickland. For some reason there is no sign of movement from there. You just don't know what part of Tokyo Dickland you're lurking in.'
"If you're hiding in an amusement park, you're limited to hiding places."
Truth pinches my mouth.
'That's what I thought. You were in a raid from the other side while I was looking here for a smudge. One died, the other seven were possessed by the Spirit and blinded.'
Yi answers true questions.
"I wonder if you're building a bond so they don't identify where you are and sealing the spirit of power. Looks like the seal of the Spirit of Power was loose. You were attacked because you stepped into the junction without knowing it. I think this alerted them. Not just against the inside, but against the outside as well, so as to keep them away from each other."
'I mean, that our advance made it harder to identify where the Blind Spiritualist was lurking? It's, no, I'm really sorry.'
Yi apologizes in a distorted tone. It's still fine because I only hear voices on the phone, but the truth is I wonder what face and gesture they will talk about if they face each other and how much they will stroke the other's nerves back.
"I'm not going to blame you for anything. I guess what I did because I thought it was okay just happened to be on my back. Tomorrow, I'll be in Tokyo Dickland."
To put it that way, Junko hung up unilaterally without waiting for the other person to reply.
"It's rare for someone to make you uncomfortable just talking."
True to throw up.
"Tokyo Dickland and I were surprised. I can't believe you're lurking in an amusement park, even though the spiritual magnetic field is strong. Come on."
Seeing the true one, Junko finally spills a smile.
"Tired, shall I take you with me?" Oh, I have to contact Mika too and let her know where it is. And should I move one mouse too? Long time no see, even that girl. "
"It's gonna be his rehab to take his tiredness, and I know it as a blind spiritualist remedy, but why are you taking Takagi?
I truly think it would be more dangerous to take him. Sure, depending on how the story unfolds, it may be helpful, but it can also be that Natsuko gets into trouble or takes the lead action on the ground.
"Hmm, maybe Nacchan's going to take me and tell me, so I just kept ahead of him on my side."
"Is that all?
"True, of course, as you say, in some cases you might get some help. You should keep as many cards as you can, and there might be a phase where you can put them on the field."
True enough to ask, Junko replied laughing like a prank.
The first moment of the moon fell into the back street when I was twelve years old.
Not particularly unusual for my age. There are so many low-aged people who dream of a hard-boiled world and fall from the surface streets, but the majority of them will soon be crushed by that dream.
It's one of those smashed apart moments. With his antagonism towards his sister and his defiance towards his father, he wanted to thank him in the back street, but he knew right away that it was not going to be that easy.
Those who fall in the back streets will mostly work for an organization somewhere. It's no different from what it looks like. Suddenly independence and so on is harder than the surface. Very few of them are free and famous.
Even the moment I didn't know what to do to get up on the back street, I saw a job search for a backstreet organization and became part of the sighing addiction.
After that, the days of working as just unnamed gear belonging to the organization. Not much different from the salaried man on the front street.
Much more lucrative than the street, and sometimes dangerous, but hard to say exciting days. I have always felt inadequate, but I also did not have the courage to step into a more dangerous realm.
There have also been several experiences of life in danger, but when I think of the fear of death, I cannot step out. I don't have as much power or fame as I can do that in the first place.
On the other hand, my sister Mika will be a free starter and finalist who works lightly in her own name, and she also has a pretty high reputation on the back street.
Besides, despite two bunches of teasing musicians on the street, both the front and back have been successful. I couldn't help but regret every moment how it made a difference so far.
"For a moment you're a hard worker. I knew it was what I expected."
When I was about six months into siesta poisoning? My boss Natsuko Takajo told me that.
"Prospect, you mean you figured out what I was like in the interview?
I take a glance at Natsuko while doing the packaging work and ask him with a suspicious look.
"Yeah. When we recruited, they were all young and confused. I can't believe you're trying to fall in the back streets even to a kid like this in elementary school. I just took over the boss after losing my father, too, and I don't know much about this world. It feels like I've finally figured out a lot lately."
"Me too. What, the boss and I were in sync?"
For some reason I'm happy, a moment when I turn my face to Natsuko and spill a natural grin. Let Natsuko smile back at it, too. As a very soft and warm smile, it always soothes the instant mind.
The fact that my sister was oh, or that her mother left as a child after divorce, or that she had a kind and attractive heterosexuality close to her, could not have captured the hearts and minds of every moment of adolescence.
"I don't know, all the kids were here at the replenishment interview then, but they were all scared somewhere. Some of them had very dark eyes, and I imagined all sorts of reasons for falling into the back streets."
"So, I seemed like the best of them?
In a tone of relief, Moment One asks, but Natsuko waves with a smile on her face.
"He seemed most motivated, he seemed serious, but he came to pean more intuitively than that. Weird way to put it, but he said this kid's going to work hard to be a part of the organization. People have different reasons for falling into the back streets, but I don't know if you've brought any hope in the moment. Ha ha, though it might be my own delusion."
Because of my embarrassment at being seen through my heart, every moment I turn away from Natsuko. I can see blood on your face.
Dissatisfaction with becoming the gear of a weak organization and not going any further, despite falling into the back streets with hope. A sense of inferiority to my sister, which makes me recruit songs that play from TV and cable and whenever I see her acting as a doorman that is reported online.
Isn't the boss spotting even his own heart now? I thought it was because I was spotting it that I'd been saying these words. If not, it's still bad. I think of myself as a tiny, humble person who was expected but dissatisfied.
"Me, I wanted to be like your sister, and I fell in the back street, but you don't seem to be able to."
Relax and spill a laugh of self-derision.
"That's... if I say the difference between talent and luck, maybe until then... There are a handful of people who can live independently and freely in that way, even if you skip the street thing, and it's certainly a difficult story."
I was Natsuko who tried to follow up and wasn't much of a follower, but I was happy for a moment just to feel it.
"Besides, Mika's got the help of Junko's sister, right? It was with that power that I succeeded."
"I don't think I'm going to do the same thing because I think I'm going to rely on that kind of luck even though I might be killed on an experimental bench."
"Yeah. So I don't think you have to be very aware of Mika. Moment I think you should walk at your own pace. [M] One of these days, you'll see something."
Then when I said what I saw instantaneously, it was about a sense of belonging to the organization, and at the same time that it sprouted, I almost lost my desire to be free and independent, like my sister.
In plain days, but for the sake of the organization and for Natsuko, I began to think that I should do the best I could.