Tired of drawing her own daughter nude on the drawing board. The painting style is that of Nanban painting. Ayanami exposes herself to nudity in front of her, sleeping on her back without being slightly moving.
In the corner of the room, Ayane realizes that the monsters who somehow came are staring at themselves in a faraway winding. These are the little monsters that I made tired of.
Ayane blushed his cheeks slightly, blaming them with his gaze, and the monsters fled with a glimmer.
(Be my great master. What is my wonder disciple doing by now? From what I've heard, they live in Edo)
Fu Tie remembers the person who taught him Nanban painting.
I broke up not very well with that person, but I haven't seen him in over a decade and now I remember nostalgia. Tired asked the man to profess witchcraft, and taught him all the foundations of Shizuno Liu witchcraft he had knitted. Instead I learned Nanban painting from him.
I have heard that I survived alone by taking part in the turmoil in Shimahara and communicating with the Shogun, but I have no idea how that happened.
Suddenly the tired brush stopped.
"Father?"
I also noticed Ayane. I feel a demon I've never felt from outside the mansion. Different demons are approaching than those made of tiredness.
"You must not come. In the house... stay."
After telling Ayane, I'm tired of thinking that my words were overprotective. It is also better to put Ayane on a dangerous spot to some extent and gain experience.
By the time I took the demon knife concubine pine out of the house and went through the garden and crept through the gate, the demons had disappeared. Tired of feeling slightly demonic remnants. He doesn't seem to be a mighty demon. I don't even find it so disastrous. A passing demon, or a visit from someone who has a grudge against himself? But it's strange for the latter.
As much as I can think of, but most likely, it will be about Ghost Tsuji. There are boundaries in the mansion so that they are not explored by divination, etc., but if they were occupied on the way home from exhaustion, it could be that they would identify the approximate position and be sent out to explore the demon of use.
It's troublesome when people attack you in your sleep. Apply a songko-substitution technique around so that those approaching the mansion can be perceived from further afield.
In the midst of tiredness tricking around the perimeter of the mansion, one cat was running down a mountain with a tired mansion, but tiredness didn't notice it.
The cat's tail was divided into two parts.
The great famine, caused by a series of abnormal weather events spanning several years, brought about a hellish look. Escape and personal sales, and even child thinning, were endemic among the population.
It is the daughter of the family and the market that will be sold. The sight of a young daughter being taken to Edo by a woman is not uncommon, and if she is stretched out in the street, there is a good chance that she will see you. Tired waited for it.
My daughter, not even at that age, was the one I was after. If you're tired, your younger daughter is easier to put together than you are. I have done so ever since the warring world, and it was a classic target at the earliest, and also a preference.
"Whoa!
The lady with only one early teenager and bumpy girl, seeing the tiredness of a black crunch wearing red hair and white ghost surfaces, jumped off the hill just beside the street, raised her dismay
"So, so, I'm out... oh, ghost tsuji...!
In the face of the misfortune of encountering the ghost tsuji that I had heard of from the middle of the day, a woman who did not escape much of her fear. Tired of truncating it to one sword.
Turn down the meat and turn your gaze toward your daughter where you rejoice in the constant feeling of life.
Tired was surprised to see her daughter. My daughter just stood still and looked at the tired.
The daughter reacted completely differently to the daughters she had been tired of. The majority of daughters were either shouting fear or being too stiff in fear after killing a woman.
But the daughter in front of her stares at tiredness with a faceless expression, as if to observe. Fear emotions do not convey fine dust either.
Tired of approaching my daughter. My daughter didn't even try to move, and she's still staring tired.
My daughter has her hair tied at the back of her head, but because of her short hair, she may even look like a boy from afar. The appearance wasn't too dirty, it was shallow black and tanned, and I had the impression that she was the daughter of a people.
But my daughter, who lacks any color as such, is also tired of preference. Looks about the same age as tired. At my age, I looked small.
When I reached for it, I approached it until it reached me and noticed that I was tired. Its unusual chi released from my daughter - trace, but it haunts me stronger than a regular person.
There is also the possibility that inspiration is strong, that you simply have talent as a sorcerer, that you have an old soul, that you are born with the power of an alien, or that you are a demon made to resemble a person. Either way, it is found to be those involved in the paranormal realm.
If a man possesses powers of alien powers, he thought it would be troublesome to be exercised while he was laying them together, but then he also wanted to see what powers he possessed with it, and tiredness pushes down his daughter.
I put my hands on my clothes, my daughter didn't even show signs of resistance. He opens his eyes wide with total facelessness and looks at the weary surface. with eyes as if to observe as ever.
Tired grabbed her daughter's legs and spread them wide, pulling them back to her head, casually getting them from under her hem and checking her secrets.
In addition to being taken by a lady, it is likely that she has been eaten by a lady along the way. In that case, purification is performed with surgery to avoid infection with the STD class. If it's my daughter, I'll do something else. No, I use my biological daughter's Tortoise blood for the secret of making magic props.
I don't lay my daughter abusively after being offended. It is not a preference such as Japanese rape, but it is even less preferable, such as further hurting the injured.
About half of the daughters that can be brought to the maiden are taken by the maid on the road. If they were such daughters, Tired strives to hold them gently. It's just self-satisfaction for tiredness, but often the other person is clearly healed by it.
Knowing that she is not a woman's favorite, Tired uses contraception instead of purification. I honestly have a strong desire not to make my own child, other than Ayane anymore.
My daughter moved, poking at that gap where tiredness was casting spells.
My daughter's legs tangle around her tired neck. In an instant, but tired movements were sealed. Don't miss that moment, my daughter's hands stretched out, and when she grabbed the face of the tired ghost, she flashed her face forcefully as it was.
"Wow, beautiful ~"
A daughter who speaks for the first time and has her first expression on her face. What emerged from beneath the horrible surface was a voice of amazement and admiration and a joyous expression of pleasure at the fact that she was an alien child with a beautiful appearance that was difficult to brush.
My daughter's hand moves, and she begins to stroke her tired pale blonde hair as she is stuck in the void. She enjoyed the feel of her sagging hair and her daughter even had a flamboyant grin.
The opposite of the pace was disrupted by the opponent who was about to commit the crime, and Tired shredded Xing. Not very much, but I don't feel like laying it together. Gently away from my daughter.
Tired in a different way, a strong interest in my daughter boils.
"What's your name... what do you say?
I look seriously at my daughter's face up close and ask.
"It's Chiyo. And you?"
My daughter asks me back without fear while answering instantly.
"My name is Shizuno Rei... Call me tired."
Tired told Chiyo as he put his ghost face back on.
"From you… I feel a strange power"
He was intrigued and tired had decided to bring Chiyo back to his heart. Probably also highly appropriate as a sorcerer.
"Do you have any special powers? Or is there anything in your mind?
"Huh, why are you wearing your face? Because you have a beautiful face, you can't."
Ignoring tired questions, Chiyo gives a voice that sounds dissatisfied. Chiyo kept opening his mouth faster than tired tried to answer that.
"Oh, I hate being underestimated because you're a pretty face. And because you're an Inhuman face, you stand out. You have to make sure you don't know your face when you're slaughtered."
"My... answer the question..."
Chiyo was right to point it out. Instead of being afraid, he treats me in a clear manner.
I wasn't afraid of myself from the start, but at the time I was seen bareface, I had the feeling that completely fearful elements had disappeared. On the other hand, they seem to be even familiar.
"Are you going to bring Chiyo back? I'm a magician. Well, that's amazing."
Tired could not forbid astonishment at the words of Chiyo, who went on to say away.
(Can you read people's minds, this girl...)
I have seen the power and skill of the reading mind many times. Amazing is not there. Being read your mind is the worst thing for tired people.
I don't want to show anyone my heart, except one. I'm even afraid of tiredness. Therefore tiredness is strictly defensive of one's spirit with a special technique so that one's mind is not constantly read. The surprising thing is that Chiyo read through his tired mind lightly through that defense.
"That's not all."
In a way that responded to the voice of a tired heart, Chiyo continued his words.
"Chiyo is a reaper."
That's what I said. Chiyo spills a grin of masochism. There is a sad glow in my eyes.
"Chiyo, there are times when I know that someone on the spot will die soon. I can see it. Just for a little while, but Death will show up. There's no color, no shape, it's just the atmosphere, but oh, I know Reaper's here. People in the village say that Chiyo is the Reaper, but I can see that Chiyo is the Reaper."
I've never heard of the ability to read another person's death.
"At first, I found out that my village friends were going to die. But I don't even know how to die. His own mother dumped him in the river and killed him."
It would be a slack. It's not unusual. Little children, who can't even sell themselves, are a classic when they are dumped in the river and killed.
Still, I've also seen tired scenes of parents dropping enough stones from the top to crack their heads and kill children trying to come up from the river.
"Next up is Grandpa next to Chiyo's house, and next up is Yoshio the woody one who lives off the village. I told you to be careful because I didn't want Chiyo to die. Come on, you don't believe me, I'm dead. So, after the three of you told me, everyone in the village started to believe what Chiyo said, but everyone in the village, it was creepy about Chiyo. They wanted me to be gone. When Chiyo comes, he runs away and throws stones. Even adults were scared about Chiyo. That's crazy. Chiyo was worried about everyone and told me. That's why Chiyo was the first to be sold. And that guy who brought Chiyo here..."
At the same time, Chiyo glances at the woman who was slaughtered by tiredness.
"After I found out Chiyo could read my mind, I was scared about Chiyo, and don't even talk to him, I was walking away for a minute. Oh, what my heart can read. I kept it from people in the village all the time. I don't even keep it from them anymore, so I'm bulking out."
Tired learned pity for a girl who had tasted loneliness because of her ability to be born.
"But tiredness doesn't scare you about me. I've never seen such a person before. I knew you were a magician, huh?
To Chiyo's inquiry, tiredness spilled nature and a smile.
"I'm not scared... I don't like it... With me, it reads my mind…"
Tired softly embraced Chiyo.
When I look at the wounded, the hurt, I feel tired or not able to stay. The desire to comfort, heal and protect works strongly. Strangers are plainly wounded, and even though they take their lives, when they know things, they cannot be hurt.
"Hey, why do you want to kill me?"
Chiyo suddenly changes the subject.
This girl doesn't know how far she has seen her mind, but with curiosity and insensitivity, she steps off and into the other person's mind. I suspect that maybe it wasn't just the mind that could read that hated me, but also the character of these chiyo.
"Aww... well, it is. There's something wrong with Chiyo."
Reading what tired thought fast, Chiyo said so at first sight.
"It is desirable that you be able to control that power by yourself."
Deeply sighs, tired tells.
"You take. At my disposal... as a new magician in Shizuno... I will have my training loaded... In the process… so that you can also control the ability to read people's minds… Let's …"
"Why are you slaughtering me? It breaks my heart after I slaughter people."
Chiyo repeating the same question. Even if she doesn't answer with her mouth, this daughter must read the thoughts that arise in her heart by the question.
Tired is persecuted by guilt after committing murder and rape. Before killing, vanity, self-loathing and guilt swirl through your mind and suffer tiredness after those acts are done, even though you are filled with anger before committing them.
A look drawn to fear before he was killed, a groan of anguish, a time when his life disappears by his eight hits. Those memories are evoked.
If it's painful, you can stop. But I can't stop. Because those acts are not only painful, they are also fun. Pleasure and guilt live together. It's fun to do. It's fun to watch. But it's painful to evoke.
After you kill people, you calm down. I am captivated by guilt, but evil hearts lurk. But after a while, I will be captive to hatred and anger again, and I will not be able to fit in until I kill or offend someone.
I ask in my heart what the hell I am. In the world of warring nations, I could not remember such heartache. Even with dozens of daughters in mausoleum and the irresistible in his hands, he had the same feeling that a toddler would kill a bug and play. But more than just a few years ago, every time I did them, my heart broke.
I know why. Why my conscience's blame has awakened in my tiredness. That's the culprit of it all. So tired has to turn it down. To be free from this suffering.