One of the major aims of Yob's Reward, a secret society in which Yukiko Du Feng finds herself, is his mission to defy the modern tide of trying to solve the mysteries that have previously been considered invisible, such as reincarnation, soul, underworld and present life, and to make them untouchable again.
As a result of remarkable environmental destruction, people began to step into the paranormal realm as a substitute now that the idea of evil was dominated by the dark cloud development of material civilization. No, even then it was studied in secret in part, but its scale was an acceptable substitute from the reward of Yob.
But we cannot definitely overlook mankind as a whole trying to step into that untouchable realm. That is nothing more than blasphemy to God.
Why was Lucky Son allowed to enter that organization while having forces completely contrary to its doctrine? Why did you want to join the organization?
"What would you think if this world had been messed with in the funny half by some humans -?
When Yukiko met Sister, she spoke with a worried face and no clapping.
"It may be an incredible story - but the history of the world will be manipulated by some with power. Though not all of them will be - it is certain that by those who are called 'Overlife' they have been influenced more than once."
The red-haired woman, who named herself Sister, told the fortunate child, who had just entered the organization, the truth about human history.
"In their spare time, they will have enough power to manipulate history from behind. Many of them reign as rulers. I'm one of them."
"You think it's Yob's mission to reward you for fighting that organization?
Sister shook her neck to the side to ask Lucky Son,
"There seems to be a misunderstanding - but they are not one organization apart - Separated individually and scattered all over the world. Overlife is the generic name of these people. And because I fought them myself, I became just like them. Yukiko, I want to use your help. To defeat those who gain power against the laws of the world and treat the world like a toy."
There may be some salvation when it comes to controlling poison with poison, but the lucky boy who was desperate for his cause had no choice but to lead the way to the organization. He hated the realm of paranormal while he was a magician, so he took Job's reward as his place.
Sachiko looks at the power spirit in the junction and thinks.
The art of artificially making evil spirits has continued to be tried and erroneous, without creating a little fine evil spirits by foreign methods than in ancient times. He is the heir to a technique that is neither himself nor so.
The sublime technique of not allowing the liberation of death, but of continuing to tie it up with pain in this world while in the state of the Spirit. But it is one force, the result that was needed by those who want power. It's one of the business of man.
"That's one of the extraordinary achievements of this…"
He saw the Spirit of Power dancing through the universe by twisting his thinly stretched body in the junction, and Yukiko rejoiced his unspeakable disgust.
Yu Akagi had many injuries as a student.
Yi was not a bad person either. He was usually the cheerful and noticeable type in his class, but if he hung up on a mundane trigger, he would do it until he got his opponent hurt.
I don't fight with my bare hands. Always get what will be the murder weapon. I don't want to have a fight in the first place. I just can't stop looking at their blood. No matter how much it beats you back, no matter who it is you resist, keep doing it until it eventually ravages you unilaterally.
When I was in elementary school, I was shown radical footage to complain about the woes of war by teachers who had fallen into pacifist ideologies up to the fanaticism of no longer cult areas.
Extended streaming of footage of soldiers assaulting or killing civilians, wounded and losing limbs, wounded people sticking their built-in, maggots boiling bodies, etc.,
"Hi-ha-ha! This is the tragedy of war! You see! This must never happen! Uh-huh. No!
And a female teacher of shapes, as if possessed by a grudging spirit, was calling in hysterical voices. The classroom was flooded with whimpers and some even vomited crying, but the teachers who saw the children's condition laughed and nodded many times with a heartfelt satisfaction.
But only Yi was different. I saw footage of irresistible human beings and remembered something like occasional on the contrary.
Since then, Yi has deepened into the paranoia of violence, and soon after it expired, she has started to raise her hand to someone.
On the other hand, Yi also had self-loathing for her uncontrollable and violent nature. He has also lost many friends because of it, and has transferred six times between graduating from high school.
"Do I inherit my father's trail like this?
Asked by Aoshima about his father's lying down with terminal cancer and choosing his son's self as a heir to the japanese authority, Yi asks himself mockery.
"Why would my father want me to inherit the organization he created..."
"That would be kind, wouldn't it?
Qingdao answers as he serves coffee to Yi, who has visited the headquarters of the organization.
"Even though we might let Bonkla carry on the trail and waste the organization?
"You haven't even decided to waste it, have you?
Yi has had wavelengths with Aoshima since she was a little girl, and she talked a lot. I was also comfortable with Qingdao opponents to discuss adolescent problems that I couldn't talk to my parents about.
"From me or my boss, Yi, you still don't know what the ocean is or what the mountain is, it's like that. I mean, I wouldn't know unless I tried. Well, it feels like I just saw it, and it doesn't look like it's going to be the second generation of Bonkla."
From Aoshima's point of view, we can also see the good side. Because of the threat that shortness of temper and violence will not have a bad effect, I can favor Yi with humility and moisture.
"While you introspect, why not dissipate where you can dissipate and control it well instead of completely suppressing your bad parts? Like going to an SM club."
"No, the SM Club is brave."
Seriously recommending to Aoshima, Yi, who hadn't rubbed much back then yet, laughs languidly.
"Qingdao will support you, so even if you even put me on the top of the decoration, I guess you're thinking about it that way? And my father, and the people of the organization."
"I'm sure there will be."
"I'm totally positive."
"Isn't that a good thing then? Everyone can rest assured that there is an excellent Blaine named me. Yi also has my support, so you can do whatever you want."
"Do you mind if I do what you want?
"If you are within your means. Sometimes you have to reach out to areas beyond your power. Sometimes."
There is no need to cross any dangerous bridges if we simply protect the tissues inherited from our parents. I knew that too.
But because his father and Aoshima have crossed the dangerous bridge many times, the Japanese play authority of today's large organization exists. Yi had already realized at that time that he seemed at ease there would only be seen as just a shingle.