"Hey, son of a whore."
Six years and four sets of lunch breaks at Euthanasia City Second Elementary School. With a nasty laugh at the usual faces, he surrounds the seat of Kamiya Sasuke.
"Oh, you call me a whore, too? There are so many names."
"Yours or yours? Tits are so tiny, so I get paid for it. Work, and you've been raised. Something awesome."
"I'm glad I'm not a mother's child like that. Wow. I mean, you live a lot. I'd be ashamed to kill myself."
"I'm gonna have to deal with you, too."
"I'm sure your dad must be one of your mom's guests, too. Ah-ha-ha."
Susuke just stood still on a bunch of words full of malice. Other than that, I don't get any reaction.
Without even wandering, he stares at one of the people who stood in front of him. The stared classmate was pressured for a moment by his gaze, but wearing an umbrella for his superiority in numbers, he forced him to create a mean grin. Seeing how it goes, Misuke spills a mockery with contempt.
"What's wrong with you?"
A bully with a mocking grin turned bright red on his face and grabbed Susuke's hair.
He grabs his hair and is forced to keep his face upwards, hitting his cold gaze, Susuke. I spill a mocking grin again at the size of his liver balls, which let go of the hair I was holding wolf.
Though they often did so in words, they rarely went into physical violence. It's troublesome when Susuke really cuts off and fights back when he wields violence. They were instinctively sensitive to the possibility of resisting violence with violence in Susuke, although they were now either ignoring it or ignoring it.
Children who do not participate in bullying either wind up farther away and pretend not to see it as a flicker, or receive it as one of the earliest landscapes, even in sight. The latter is not even feeling the pain in his conscience.
Suke does not resent or scorn those children. Because I happened to understand that I was just in this position unluckily. If another child were in the same position as she is now, she would definitely end up with one of the bystanders. That's all I can be sure of.
In this small and narrow world, everyone and he were cowardly and boring, Susuke received and mocked everything, including himself.
But there is only one person who genuinely turns his hatred and anger. Teng himself who drove himself into this kind of situation. He brought himself out into such a boring world (this expression was learned from the bullies) Teng himself. He who should bear all the sins of the small world of Suke. Only that person can ever be forgiven.
The resentment, anger and hatred are fully bumped into each other every day. The pain I'm savoring now also thinks about bumping it all together when I get home, and Misuke has a dark glow in his eyes.
After the bullies get tired of going outside to play, Susuke opens the internet.
Recently found, a site named Snow Oka Laboratory. Instead of offering itself as an experimental platform for a Mad Scientist named Junko Suzuoka, the explanatory statement is that it makes me wish.
Even anonymous bulletin boards, bullying blogs, etc. frequently see that name. Rumors abound that the bully has gained power here and has avenged himself in a way that will not even be brought to justice by the law.
Susuke doesn't think about payback with simple violence. I'm not even trying to clear up my grudge against someone who was supposed to be like this.
But I don't even think it's a good idea. I want the children who bully me to taste the same thoughts as I do. That's what I was thinking.
But I don't even know if it's a lie or a truth, and if it's true, I feel too weak to get to a place I don't know how to specialize in: the Snow Oka Institute. Still hesitate.I vaguely thought that if I saved more suffering, I might take a leg one of these days.
The U.S.-China War turned down Japanese national traffic, but as always, there are many Chinese operatives lurking inside Japan.
Identifying Chinese operatives lurking in the country is not so difficult. Houses that smell like garbage without paying town-hall dues for now are suspicious subjects. If they gather in a particular place at the same time, it can be said that they are almost certain.
Their activities vary, but they also do not always carry out intelligence activities. Gather in one place, frequent regular training, etc. It is also an important task to clean up criminals such as the Mafia who have fallen from China to Japan.
Both the Japanese government and the 'hub' in the back street are letting them swim unless they reach for important confidential information or discover unauthorized remittances, while knowing their existence. Mafia-related coping is the main reason, but there are also advantages to swimming them.
Wang Xiulan's unit - codename "Brick" was one of the best teams of operatives lurking in Japan, with a very high level of achievement. There are also numerous other missions that have failed several other teams.
And while it's marked from the Japanese government and center, it hasn't shown its tail. The excellence of Soo-orchid's troops was remarkable in relation to the fact that many of the other operative units were so crude that they were even scattered by civilians.
One floor of a cheap miscellaneous building in the city centre that has been converted into a training ground and equipped with soundproofing. Almost every day they gathered there to encourage training.
Not to mention shooting and fighting training, but for the sake of being trained in porosity by Xiu Lan, master of porosity, all bricks crew are users of porosity.
Differences in skill range from pins to kilos, but they are so good that they are not comparable to regular military personnel.
"Shh!
"Huh! Huh! Huh!
"Ahhhhhh!
Agents who inspire training by speaking out of temper and breaking bricks, also known as troop names, with a knife, or punching fists into straw.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Liu. Too much force than necessary. A little more relaxed."
and there is one man there who speaks a relaxed voice with no shards of temper.
He is a prominent middle-backed man with a mustache in his late forties or so, wearing a dream band. He's the only one in a rough personal outfit called jeans on a sweater as the rest of the crew comes to training in his attire as a soldier.
While playing the game, at the same time, this man, whose name is Lei Lei "Lei Ray," who performs the divorce of taking a good look at the reality landscape and sending instructions to the soldiers, was Brick's deputy captain.
"Lee, you're telling me to stop coaching while playing games."
Su Lan blames it and notes it in a gentle tone.
I think I'm in my late twenties. Even if I don't look closely at my face, it falls into the category of beauty enough, but my hair is about a few centimetres berry short that I just think I cut unconstructively, and I don't wear makeup at all. Abandoning being a woman at all costs and dedicating herself as a soldier to her own country is the appearance at a glance.
"No, I'm a little on stakeout right now. I'm with my people, so I can't get out. I don't have a problem with this, and I'm trained to do this."
To Li's words, Xiu Lan exhales as if he had given up. I was sometimes angry at the sagging words and actions of this man at first, but soon I recognized and trusted his power, and began to see it greatly.
"I'll take a break"
In response to Xiu Lan's voice, the operatives simultaneously turn to Xiu Lan for a toast, then sit on the spot and chat, go get drinks, and start the game like Li, into their respective breaks.
"Peace Sue. I haven't had a job like this in over six months."
One of the operatives, a man named Zhang Qiang "Chang Jian", speaks to Xiu Lan with a refreshing smile. A young man with short brown-dyed hair who seems comfortable. Among the operatives, he was a particularly brilliant master of strength, and was eye-catching by Xiu Lan and Li in order to be able to drive and drive. As far as Lee is concerned, I have even assured him of my gifted talent.
However, he is also a problem child who has a bad habit of getting too well and has a lot of failures.
"Isn't that peaceful enough? Bored?"
It was Li who responded. Remove the dream band and put on your glasses instead.
"I don't think there's any tension. I was excited to hear that I would be assigned to Japan as an operative, but in the end it would just dawn into training, just like my own country."
"Did you even expect it every day like a spy movie? Well, it feels like there are too many agents lurking in this country, the amount of work split up, and less work coming around per unit."
Zhang's dissatisfaction could also be understood by Xiu Lan, but from Xiu Lan's point of view, he shared Li's opinion.
The work that comes around to bricks is limited to pretty hard content. Excellent troops but naturally so.
I don't have that kind of work coming around often, and I don't want you to come around.
Li also always says that he encourages training every day so that no sacrifice is made, but the best thing is that the directive doesn't come around. The serious Soo-lan never spoke of it, but he felt the same way. It's bad for soldiers who care, but without directives, they don't die on duty.