"I want to expand this business more. Now I just sell them to the rich guys for a high price, but I want to be able to sell any of them to the public. Doing so brings a time when everyone can get their ideal partner. I can do the ideal heaven. That way, I can be the honorable pioneer. My name will remain a legend. That's a great story."
"Keep your bullshit that far."
A low and quiet voice emanated from Mika.
(Wow... Mika's anger fluctuations are coming all the way over here!)
Midori looks at Mika with a laugh. It's not a laughing scene, but Midori's personality makes me laugh and laugh when I see Mika getting angry all over this scene.
(Did you come early...)
Shizuku, who secretly expected Mika to come clean and make a statement, falls a little back and distance herself, reflecting Mika's face. If you change the camera angle, you will be able to fit both Mika and Inouigaya.
"Which neighborhood did you think was bullshit?
Turning to Mika, Inouigaya asks quietly. This one's seeping in anger, too.
"Happiness if you can enslave a clone, but a clone that has been raw to be treated as a slave to obey the Lord will not be happy."
Instead of the usual shouting tone, a voice emitted from Mika who suppressed it so low that it became thinner.
"You didn't hear what I just told you? Shall I speak more plainly? Human females are organisms designed to obey males. However, the negative perception of gender equality has led to the growth of women. This is a distorted state for both men and women. Therefore, it is my ideal society to appreciate a woman who can rule over all men. That way many of the grown women outside the clones would undoubtedly lose their positions in society and be driven away. Or before that happens, you might survive by apprenticing Clone Slave and striving frankly to be a loved partner yourself. I believe that's the right way to be human."
"You didn't even hear what I said. As far as I'm concerned, I don't care if it's in the form of a woman exhausting herself beneath a man and subjecting herself. If it's a man you like. But the slaves of the clones cannot choose their opponents. At that point, it means that only the Lord will be happy, and clones will only be products, tools. There's no way that such a schematic... looks right!
Just one last word, back to my usual Mika - no, I screamed harder and louder than usual.
"You didn't see Miki Valley's interaction and my interview with No. 13, raised this morning to Whiplash!?
"I saw it."
Asked by Mika, Inouigaya, who had been flustered until then, stood back, for a moment, but with an obvious look of bitterness.
"I knew he had handled the clones rampantly and had purchased new ones after killing many. That's why I spilled his personal information. Thank you for killing me on my behalf."
Not sarcastically, but in a serious tone, Iguchigaya.
"May I speak of it here? I'm going to give you this interview, too."
With the nuance of compromising credibility, I confirm the obligation. The aim was to crush the clone sales business and do damage to the President pickled in formalin. As a matter of courtesy, I can wish for it, but I care about it as a position to cover it once and for all.
"I don't mind. I intend to take great care to avoid unfair treatment of clones in future sales. It will also be included in the contract contents. I will deal with those who break it. Miki Valley is good for showing off."
"You're still going on! I won't let you!
Mika shouted, also showing her anger at her expression.
"So I told you to make the buyer watch out how you treat him"
"That's not the only problem! It doesn't matter what you think that clones don't have the right to choose! An even more decisive problem is the short lifespan of the clone! If I were to keep making clones in the future and extend the life of all those clones, how many Junko would I need!
Mika wasn't meant to be a joke, she was serious herself, but Midori blows her long time on the last word.
"How many of them are there?"
"Wow... why don't you just make me a pure sister clone too?
"The world will collapse."
True and Midori whisper.
"Besides, Clone is aware of his existential significance and feels miserable in his heart. There's no way I'm not miserable, given that raw that I'm only a copy, that the original is decent, and that I'm just a substitute for the original..."
Mika drops the tone of her voice and says it with a bitter face, remembering No. 13.
"That's a parallel line. Whatever you say, I'm not quitting this business. I already got the know-how. Even if the formalin-pickled president pulls his hand, I change the banks of the river and keep going. I'm proud of this job."
Turning his gaze to Mika, Inouigaya declared. Mika's killing temper swells rapidly.
"I'm not doing this because I want money. The product I worked on, it makes people happy. Especially how healing it can be for people like me...... You have no idea... I don't know anything about guys like you."
"I don't even know. But I can't admit it!
Mika pulled out her gun and turned to Inouigaya.
"It's not like it was in Miki Valley! Now I won't hesitate!
"If you're going to shoot, shoot."
Iguchigaya laughed invincibly looking at Mika.
"This is all I have. As long as I live, I'll keep this business up with my chest. I'm going to create hundreds, tens of millions of clones."
Izuru Gaya, who speaks Australian. The killing culminated.
"Stop..."
The voice of restraint, which Yoshiku called to Mika, was cancelled by the gunfire.
Inouigaya, who was shot in the stomach, falls forward from the chair he was sitting in to the floor.
"My lord!
"No, no, no!
"Oh, my lord!
The door of the room opened, and a total of eight clones who responded to the gunfire entered the room simultaneously, screaming at each other, breaking between Inouigaya and Mika and covering Inouigaya.
"Please. Don't kill your husband."
"Please. Your husband is bad enough to be killed."
Covered in Inouigaya, or shielded with open hands, the clones look up at Mika, some cry, some shudder and plead desperately.
Mika's eyes wide open with that sight, and her hand with the gun shivered slightly. The intent to kill has completely disappeared, with a stunning view of Inouigaya and the clones.
"Ugh... Ugh..."
Inouigaya leaks whimpering as tears overflow from her eyes.
"Look at me more. Yikes! Get me on the subject. Ow! Admit it and praise me! Respect me. Yikes!
Inouigaya summoned abruptly. What I wanted the most was praise and appreciation. Clone manufacturing and sales were also for that purpose.
"Awesome -"
"Dear Inoue Gaya, Daisuki-san"
"Master Inouigaya-san, it's super awesome."
"Awesome, I admire it"
"Mr. Ishiku Inouigaya was different in character."
The clones respond to it, crying but mouthing praises. Yoshikuta was just staring at the sight.
"I just wanted to be respected by everyone... but I just wanted to be liked... whoops"
Shortly after squealing like a rumor, recalling his childhood, Inouigaya spit blood out of his mouth.
"Your husband, is it painful? I'll call an ambulance right away."
Inouigaya held the hand of one of the concerned clones with a gentle grin.
"Haha...... it's not painful. I'm glad. This feeling...... no one will understand it though. Even if it is you clones who have been humiliated, you are covered and envisioned... so... I'm glad... that's all... the best in the world..."
When Inouigaya ran out, the clones cried out in unison as if they had caught fire.
One of the clones inadvertently rises and looks to Mika, who killed Inouigaya.
"We also knew that your husband was someone who was doing something wrong. But... I can tell you that your husband was my favorite husband, and that he was definitely not a bad person for us."
Crohn cried, but stood in front of Mika and told her in a firm tone.
(Do you mind... I took all of them, but even if I flush this... Migiya's interaction and Mika's Itan-view are more than the impact raised today, and Mika's rating, which is now up to the nagging, may drop at once)
I want to flush it all out for a long time, but when I think about Mika, I feel comfortable.
I was told not to be a reporter at this place.
Reminds me of my morning shitty newspaper reporter days, and a long time to put my head on.
"I contacted the police. The clones here will pick it up. I told you to take me to Yukioka later and have my life extended."
Type an email into your phone's display and tell the truth you finished sending it.
"Don't blame Mika?
"You bet. The police don't know about the killings of backstreet residents."
True to answer the long-standing question that is hard to say.
"You interview clones, too?
"No, that's good"
Truly questioned, Yoshiku stopped the camera.
"I guess I've had enough. This is the end of the formalin-pickled presidential cloning project."
I haven't finished my story yet - and Yoshiku adds in his mouth.
"Well, let's go home. Mika, is your sister okay?
Midori speaks to Mika worried.
"Maybe it's not okay..."
Mika answers with a sweeping voice, laughing powerlessly.
True puts her hand on Mika's shoulder. At that moment, Mika's emotions flooded.
Mika really clings, desperately tries not to push her voice to death and leaks a whimper.
"I'm... wrong. How dare you... how dare you...?
"Oh."
I hold back Mika, who complains sobbing with her nose, and truly nods.
(Nice, that. Helpful.)
A long time to see true envy.
"If I let him go wild, I would have repeated the same thing. Nothing is wrong. You were right. The clone itself has a short lifespan, and there is no guarantee that the customer will take care of it, so his business is not a compliment."
It's not just a consolation on the tip of your mouth, but a way to reason with Mika, while truly walking out of the room with Mika.
I think there might have been some other way to kill him, but I read the air on the boulder and don't speak of it.
"Ugh!?
Then suddenly Midori jumps on his stepchildren back, who was dropping him off, and naps him.
"I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"
"Oh, my God, this isn't gonna be a joke."
Yoshiku laughs bitterly at Midori, who imitates Mika.
"No, okay - it's good for my true brother - and I looked envious, and Midori did the same thing because he's pathetic..." Ok - smells!
Face to face, Midori jumping off her long standing back.
"Oh, I haven't changed a lot of clothes since I've been staying at the Snow Oka Institute lately..."
"It's not clothes. - It stinks."
"What!?
For some reason, he felt obliged to feel a sense of vision while interacting with the scene in a ridiculous way.