Play with Mad Scientists!

Anshengsuke was a Latino-American immigrant with a Japanese mother.

As a regular immigrant, his surname and nationality were Japanese, but he was influenced by Mestiso's father, who mixed blood of various races, and his skin colour and complexion were clearly not Japanese, he grew up again with bullying and discrimination in schools, which is a classic immigrant.

But there was only one classmate girl who approached Kisuke intimately. His name is Midori. I didn't call you by last name, I always called you by the name below. She told me to call her that.

It was when I went up to third grade. Midori spoke with dignity to Susuke in the midst of being bullied and invited him to play. The classmate who chilled it fell the next moment when the girl's relentless back fist was visited and her nosebleeds and front teeth scattered in the air.

"You know, don't fight back a little without being bullied. They're going to be bullied forever because they're not. If you don't like being hit, you have to fight back. Do it again and again until they stop doing anything."

In the corner of the school building, Midori was told.

Susuke felt unnecessarily miserable about the fact that she had been told to do that by a woman, and yet she had said so much and did nothing, and the next day, before she was bullied, the moment she saw the bullies' faces, she beat them up from her own side.

The bullies wandered off into the sudden raid, mindful that Midori's eyes were shining, and ended up being beaten unilaterally by Susuke. And from that day on, I stopped being pitiful and bullying.

Since then, Susuke has always acted in a grueling manner. Not only did he help himself, but he became strongly attracted to the breeze of Midori and the amount of adult stories. Consciousness worked like a partner, unlike something like romantic emotion.

However, when there was a change of class in fifth grade, Susuke was bullied again on the first day. Even before and during the same year, he was a highly reputable child, an elementary school student, but a shitty hungry ghost who was used to creating a look that intimidated people with rounded blonde perms to the point of his parents' retardation.

Naturally, Susuke didn't shut up and beat him the other way around. A child who was originally hated, so much so that the blonde perm crawled on the floor.

The bullying would go away, but the blonde perm was the owner of an obsessive and insidious personality. Seeing as he was not in contact with Susuke, he decided to aim for Susuke's surroundings.

It was not a single person, but an arithmetic that pulled six people from their own group in the former class and told them to behave in front of Susuke's eyes.

I saw that Midori and Midori, who had the same class in fifth grade, were close (I heard that normally close children could be assigned to another class, but it was strange that they didn't), but this naturally ended in failure.

They seized Suke and were instantly returned by Midori, even though there were only five left. Susuke did nothing, staring at Midori's unobtrusive with trembling with both samurai trembling and terror.

Still, I didn't punish the blonde perm. The next target was Susuke's brother. He surrounded himself in kindergarten where he was still with his five-year-old brother, and, like the other day, he held Shusuke in, and the rest committed a relentless assault on his young brother.

Especially the blonde perm took it out to the metal bat and struck his brother without adding or subtracting. He was held to the ground and raised only his face, and Susuke was trembling with anger, remorse and despair, staring at the sight. It remained an unforgettable trauma for life.

The metal bat in the hands of the blonde perm shook on his brother's head, and when he wondered if a badly distorted sound rang, his brother slowly stopped moving. There was no more blood coming from his head, and his fellow blonde perms feared the boulders and stopped the assault hand.

But the blonde perm looked at it and made a fool of herself, to her brother's body, who stopped moving. Note that she waved the bat down again and again. By doing so, I was going to show my companions and Susuke how awesome I am.

Suke's brother died, but the next day, and even the day after that, the blonde perm and his companions went to school with a few faces.

Suke ran into the police and explained the situation to the teacher. But there was no sign that they would be caught, and three days later he was stunned when the teacher told him, "The police handled it as an accident, and that was an accident." I also heard rumors that the blonde perm's parents were leading local figures and turned their hands from behind.

In any case, it was clear that they had been done without any blame. After the teacher's remarks, the blonde perm gave her a blatantly damning voice and made her laugh.

"You murderer!

Without patience, Susuke was beaten to the blonde perm screaming. After several hits, the teacher strangled the wings from behind and took control of Suke.

Nothing. We didn't kill anybody.

Hate grin, blonde perm said.

"Because you're a dead immigrant. Don't make me laugh about killing people, Barca."

In this word, Susuke's head was colored with intent to kill.

"Kill me. I forgive you."

As if he had detected Suke's intention to kill, Midori told him grandiously in front of some teachers as the children in his class watched him.

"If they kill me, I kill them back. Simple is fine. If the law won't bring you to justice, kill me here and now, okay? Midori forgives. Midori will protect you."

Shortly after Midori said in a powerful tone, the teacher who had seized Misuke suddenly peeled off his white eyes, became a frightened face and lost his strength, and stood up on the spot. I didn't even know what had happened to Suke, but before I could doubt it, I was grasping at the blonde perm.

"Hiaaah! Stop, stop, stop. Ooh!

Seriously feeling the danger to his life, the blonde perm called out in a high voice, resisting as much as he could, slipped through Susuke's hand, and rushed outside the classroom like a shedding. He tried to chase after him, but he fell over because of the momentum, and the distance was so wide that he couldn't keep up.

"Huh, I can't help it."

Midori groans with a grin. I heard the whining, and I did see the look on his face. What it means will come to light after that.

The blonde perm, who was supposed to have escaped, kept screaming in the hallway, falling seven times. He leaked his piss and kept calling out frightened by something he couldn't see.

It's not just blonde perms. Something upsetting happened to his people in another class at the same time, and there were shouts from other classrooms at the same time. Like the blonde perm, she suddenly suffered and wandered around, and both children and teachers were wolfed in each classroom.

They found out that it was Midori's work. At the same time as that grin and grunt, I intuitively understood that she had exercised the power of incompetence.

No, it's not just intuition. With all that dialogue in front of everyone, at the same time, the teacher in charge went crazy, and then the blonde perms went like this.

So even though the children who came down the hallway to see how the blonde perm looked and heard the screams of the other classes, and were stunned or confused, only Midori is turning his usual smile toward Misuke, opening his mouth and showing his teeth.

"You did that, didn't you?

"Wow, I noticed. I don't care if it's you or not."

When the police car and ambulance arrived and the noise was stopped, Midori admitted softly.

Then Midori told Midori everything about what he was like. Being a magician who repeats reincarnation. Having the ability to interfere with people's spirits.

"They'll be out of the hospital for the rest of their lives. Even if they're kids, they don't need to be forgiven for imitating and laughing like they're taking half their lives."

The blonde perm and his friends were admitted to a mental hospital. In Midori's story, he tried to keep seeing the hallucinations of Kisuke's brother killing him endlessly and repeatedly.

"This is fine. Revenge is a vain act, and some people talk about it with their faces, but I don't. 'Cause the years went by, and those killer shitheads got a job with a bunch of faces and made a family and lived a happy life - or so you think? But if you push the reset button on their lives and break it, at least you don't have to think about it."

The vengeance was also taken by Midori instead of Misuke, but Misuke's drinking dropped. I was also saved by that word of Midori.

"Did you kill the guy who bullied Tazawa, too?

Susuke asks. One of my classmates was in bullying by another group, but there was a case a few months ago when those bullies threw themselves off the roof of the fifteenth floor building at the same time and died. I thought it was Midori's fault, too.

"Wow, that's different. Tazawa himself did it. I'm the one who tried to do it."

Seeing Midori laughing innocently, Susuke was stunned.

"Yosuke, it was a lot of fun, but it's time to say goodbye."

And one day, Midori said goodbye to Misuke.

"I'm dying soon."

"Are you sick?

"Yeah, we are. Suicide."

Even more stunned answers returned from Midori's mouth to Susuke, who asked in dismay.

"That's how I've killed myself so many times, I've been reborn. You don't have to be sad. Because I might see you again if I'm lucky. If you find anything about Suke, I'll call you. Susuke and I haven't been very close friends in a long time, and my qualities have fallen apart, so... what, I think we're pretty special friends."

That look of Midori, who cheeked and said lightly, burned so strongly in Misuke's memory that it was then reproduced many times in his dreams.

Midori continued to persuade him to desperately think and retain Midori, and at the end of the day he even cried down, but Midori simply smiled lonely and did not try to hear Midori's words.

"Tazawa's like a ho on you, and he'll be sad too"

Speak of the name of the child who was in the class and would obviously be concerned about Midori.

"Yea, I guess pity goodbye is good again. It's one of the flavors of life again."

"You're not like that. I don't think it's okay for my brother to be killed."

Midori snorts uncommonly at Susuke, who stares at herself.

"No, no, it's a different story to be killed again. I mean, well, in my case, I'm not gonna be killed, and I'm not gonna forget about you, so mind you. There's a chance I'll see you again."

Whatever you say, Midori can't seem to change his mind. Midori embraced Midori when she saw it on the boulder and felt sorry for her.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Can I give you my real last name? [M] Seriously, this is special."

In Midori's ear Midori told him his true name and his name in a small voice.

That was about thirty years ago.