On the medical table, a woman is put to sleep, stripped naked and sheeted only. Junko was happily smiling all the time as she peered into the microscope in front of it.
"So you're not just gonna help me? You're still in elementary school, aren't you?
I remember the face of Susuke, full of sadness, and for some reason I remember the hatred of Junko, who seems happy, and the truth bites. Until just now, Junko had a heavy look, but for some reason I'm in a better mood coming here.
"Even you started living here when you were in middle school. Well, True you didn't come here to volunteer for an experimental bench, and at that time, you made your own tougher path than becoming an experimental bench. Same thing. It's the path I chose to be prepared for, so I'm just responding to it."
Junko, who sees true emotions and pretends to be. No matter how much truth you put on your ass, no matter how much you plead, or get angry, Junko doesn't listen to anything. I know that. I will not break the rules she has imposed on me. I really knew, but I couldn't help but bite this time.
"It's just... they're at the bottom, aren't they? Suicide volunteers, vengeance purposes, nets, bullies. He's got a grudge against society, he's jealous of those who are more blessed than he is, he's cornered and chopped up... You can give up a million steps and meditate your eyes to give hope and salvation. But you don't have to pay the price of ruin and despair."
Truly, I had feelings of contempt and compassion for visitors to the Snow Oka Institute at the same time. While I understood their blood spitting thoughts, I couldn't admit it, and I couldn't help but look ugly. The disgust really boils over the schematics of the powerless trying to chip their own lives in hopes of the miracle of a one-shot reversal in life.
"If you want great help from others, to gain strength, to make hope, to escape the pinch, you need to pay for it. That's the way it should be. You know that's my aesthetic, don't you?
As he talks, Junko puts the microscope on his desk and pulls out some of the electrodes plugged into his sleeping blue body. I left it on my head, but it looks like I've already had some sort of procedure.
"I can't recognize that crappy aesthetic."
"Then I wonder if I should not empower anyone? I'm not forcing you, and everyone who visits here comes prepared, aware, right?
"Some of them got cornered and vanished. This time it is. It's like you're clinging to that weakness."
"Well, to tell you the truth, some aesthetics want experimental material before."
Say and take the microscope again.
"You're enjoying it."
Truth bites even more, even as I am aware of myself and perseverance.
"The way people flirt with destiny and suffer is because it's a picture and a story. The winner is not a hoarder, but come on. When you're about to be swept away by a malicious writer in the name of fate, you have so much power to resist. I also like to give that power to people who have no power whatsoever. And seeing you fight with the power I give you. And we'll see how it goes."
When it came to Junko's words, he didn't really feel uncomfortable. Because I actually know the truth. After being empowered by Junko to get rid of his predicament and hope, the presence of those who grew up to great human growth and those who used their power to succeed. From the standpoint of Junko's personality, that must be fun.
"Why do you think I'm a Mad Scientist?
Until then, Junko, speaking with no eyes open, finally turned to the true here.
"There are a number of reasons, but one of them is unwarranted discrimination against creation and resistance to oppression."
I was truly surprised to see a wretched light dwelling in the eyes of a rare pure child, even as I smiled at my mouth. Junko rarely shows negative emotions like sadness, disgust or anger. At least on the table.
"Times don't just let go and welcome it and accept it against the inventor, the scientist, the artist, the thinker, the writer, well, there's a lot going on, but against the person who created something new, or against what was created. Sometimes they start to rebel and persecute. It's one side of human stupidity, isn't it? Those who spoke of the zodiac theory were slapped, as were those who spoke of the theory of evolution. There are strange laws in the local era that used medicine as a cure, and organ transplants are banned because of humane ideas, while human lives are lost because of acquiescence, and so on. So I wonder if, for hundreds of years, I've been fighting that sort of contradiction and the foolishness of mankind full of deception and hypocrisy - with history. That's how I've been obliterated, I've looked at people, things, thoughts and technology so badly. That's why I decided to reopen it and put myself on the side of evil. That's not the only reason. I don't care how much you say, you may not understand, and I don't think I can convey this conclusion from a long time ago. But..."
True was listening to the story of Junko, who spoke in a way that was clearly different from the usual.
Honestly, there are some parts that I was happy about. That Junko, who is always a storyteller, has so seriously revealed his inner self so far.
"If you're giving up that you can't tell him, you won't even bother telling me."
To true words, Junko smiles. A grin that is both lonely and seemingly delightful.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you'd like to know, this is it. Haha, well, you don't seem to like that I'm a Mad Scientist, and I don't mind poking at you at all, but I was just wondering if you wanted me to know just to know? I found a good opportunity, so I just talked to him about it."
Junko's grin turns into something that seems illuminating.
"Well... when they say it that way, I don't want to understand or do it... But I don't know you... too much. [M] You almost know me. Living time is too different, though naturally."
"Hmm, I feel the difference, too. If we could bury that, that would be great. Hey. I'm clumsy too, so I'm inside... Oh, I didn't tell you not to poke at me. You just keep playing games with me. [M] If you want to stop me, use force, not words. You know that, don't you?
"Words matter, too. 'Cause I'm supposed to be stabbing you right in the heart."
With that said, come on, I'm going to stop talking about this, and the truth is, I'm going to turn to the bedroom and shake another topic.
"So, are you going to be able to resuscitate?
"I'm saying if you're not going to be able to do it, you can't do it on that spot. Although it is not possible depending on the physical damage and the passage of time. I mean, it felt like a state of temporary death. Hey. Now that I've injected the cell-active liquid, I'll be back in a while. So, I tested it and something very familiar came up. This is probably what killed him. With the power of this, the brain is preserved in a state of temporary death. It doesn't matter if there's no blood flow."
The roundabout way of saying the conclusions were not immediately uttered was the same, but it was possible to guess roughly what you were referring to. It would have something of a paranormal realm. And if Junko says he's familiar with it, and it's something that has a special effect on the human body...
"Arlaune."
What a grunting true word, Junko rounds his eyes. Immediately afterwards, he spreads his impressionable grin to the full.
"I don't know. I thought I'd give you a few tips."
Organic matter that cannot exist on Earth, which Junko often transplants to experimental bench applicants - Arlaune.
Junko and Tie said all the monsters commonly called monsters and demons are beings created by human hands. They are not naturally occurring in any way. Like Battle Creatures, created by genetic manipulation and transplant surgery with the power of science, it is demons and demons that are transmitted around the world that the magicians used the technique to try to modify and fuse existing organisms and humans.
But Arlaune is different. Fragments of life that cannot exist in this world. Organic matter that does not exist on Earth and organisms that come from clearly extraterrestrial sources, with genetic information that is absent from Earth's organisms. Whether you flew from an extraterrestrial planet or visited it more than another world, its roots are mysterious, but they are in any case complete Gentiles.
Junko, who was once part of one of Arlaune's research teams, shrugged with a copy of Arlaune along the way, and then disbanded the research team as well. The story is that the original, the cultured copy, and the recopy Arlaune are also in the possession of other scientists on the research team.
"You mean someone already implanted Arlaune?
"Hmm, I don't know, this is..."
Pure son who drops his eyes on the microscope again and clouds his mouth.
"The ingredients of Arlaune are insignificant for that, aren't they? Besides, is it spreading too much into the blood and cells? I wonder if this was accidentally mixed up with some kind of detachment rather than transplanted. Arlaune doesn't seem to grow much among these people. Although only remnants seem to encourage this person to evolve at first. From this man's body, like a pheromone that tempts and makes the opposite sex dependent -"
Junko becomes a reminder of something as he talks.
"I've never seen a case that Arlaune inherited. No, at least not in Arlaune, which I possess and cultivate. This is a copy, and it's not original, so hey. But if it's original, it's possible."
That's all I'm saying, Junko leaves the room with the microscope in his hand.
I really figured out what you were trying to do. I guess I'll check Suke's body to see if Arlaune's inherited it. True to follow.
"I need a little test, I was wondering if I could get some blood"
Towards Suke, who was nodding with a bright blue face in the reception room, when Junko approached with a smile, he did not even wait for Suke's reply, he took the microscope in his right hand away from his hand, cut Suke's cheek with his right index finger nail at a speed that was not even in his eyes, and took the microscope in the air where it fell a few centimeters, and draped a drop of blood on the tip of his nail over the slide glass.
Susuke touched her cheek in surprise, but she just twitched for a moment and didn't feel like she was scratched. There is no blood even. From the true eyes, there were no scratches on Shisuke's face.
"Bingo"
Junko peeking into the microscope squeaks happily.
"Unlike his mother, he is not awakened, but more clearly intertwined with this child's genome, unlike his mother to the extent of remnants. Does the missing original Arlaune have anything to do with it? Or is it at the hands of someone who has advanced more research than I have? In any case, I'm very interested. Where the hell did this child's mother take Arlaune into her body?"
I didn't understand the meaning of Junko's words, but there was something in the verses of the words that made me feel vague and anxious.
"This kid, he looks human, but the genome is subtly different from people's. This child is the second generation of Al-Rawneh, which many scientists, including myself, have experimented with many times and could not be realized."
"So you're saying his father was the original Arlaune?
Susuke became anxious at the words he had truly spoken. Because the very word Father was taboo in the Kamiya family. At least if Susuke was going to say something about his father, Blue got very upset.
Knowing his mother's profession, he also made an evil assumption that he might be one of the unidentified guests, but Blue clearly denied that it was the only one. I hear they're clear.
"That's a big possibility. The original Arlaune I know is a woman, so I don't think she's the father, but maybe there are other Arlaune originals. Or... after transplanting Arlaune, is it the work of someone who succeeded in getting it to inherit it? Or is it just a coincidence - an unimaginable element? Either way, this girl is a hell of a gift to me."
"I don't know anything about my father... nothing"
I cut it out of my father's anxiety that it was being discussed as a taboo, or from Susuke before being asked.
"Even if you don't, your mother will know, and I need you to tell me early for that. Besides, I need you to work with me on this, okay? To find your father. Or to find out who transplanted Arlaune to your father."
With one hand on his jaw, Junko smiles funny with a nagging addition and subtraction. The spearhead of Junko's interest has already been set, and he seems to have come up with a new purpose - to play. True knows it's a habit at that time.
(Well, what's wrong with me this time)
Truth is, I think. At this stage, I can't make a decision about whether or not I'm going to get in your way as usual.
Even if I disturb you, if Junko's aim is to be the father of Susuke, I don't know if I should interfere with the search itself or not let him see you. It's tricky to have family issues involved.
Misuke may or may not want to meet her real father. How about from the father's side? There is also a heavy reason why the cause of coming here in the first place is the killing of the mother.
It's not like Junko's actions are evil every time. Sometimes it leads to good deeds, so sometimes we cooperate fully in doing so.
(Kind of looks good)
He turns his gaze to Susuke, and truly squeals in his mouth. I simply felt a little sympathy when I saw that Susuke still had a sinking face. Even if you know you came here after your parents killed you.