"Even if you copy memories, the character of a snowstorm is someone else. I realized that personality formation is only something that is actually experienced and nurtured. At least a copy of my memory doesn't seem possible. The snowstorm clone here has become an unusual personality that doesn't resemble me or the snowstorm you know."
"Ha ha ha, don't make it clear in front of the person. I don't deny it. Cahahahaha."
A fragrance that speaks with a depressing look and a blizzard that laughs with pieces.
"I did exactly what incense wanted, imitating the original in public, wearing cats and playing honors. But it was corrupt back there. I wonder if he kept his identity by immersing himself in disloyalty. I couldn't help but curse that I was only a copy of the substitute. I couldn't help but be angry, especially at the cause of the original's death. I hated everything. I love you now and always about your brother. This is true. Both my father and mother. But, you know, because I love it, I didn't notice anything about my suffering, and I even hated my brothers so much that I was the only one who looked at them with a mask on. You know what this feels like?
With his upper body facing forward and only his face up, dressed to peek into Shizuku's face from the bottom, the blizzard reveals his true condition.
"Five hundred and eleven and two hundred and forty-eight. Do you know what the numbers are? Hey, look at this."
A blizzard that abruptly shows clothes only. Seeing an unbroken scar on that breast, Yoshiku is breathtaking.
"I wonder if the lion could have done it. I have some memorials for you. Hahaha."
Seeing the stubborn expression of a long time and the lamenting light that dwells in his eyes, the blizzard laughs at feelings such as heartfelt pleasure.
"You don't have to sympathize with me. Because I am the life of a misfortune. I'm not talking about this because I want sympathy. When my brother got here, it was a step to reveal the truth and enjoy watching him react."
"Isn't there nothing in your life that's disputed or real? Life is life."
Junko opines and the snowstorm turns into a grumpy look.
"I think Snowstorm has used the life I got because of you in a very unusual way. Come on. Is that really what you wanted yourself to do? Are you having fun? If you enjoy it, I think that's fine, but as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't sound that way."
"I 'm-"
It's not fun.
Incense threw up out loud to block the blizzard from trying to say something.
"The snowstorm disparaged itself was a nuance of harassment of me watching beside it, self-inflicted, and even to make me suffer for so long when exposing the truth. Wouldn't you?
Looking down at the snowstorm, incense says in a cold voice. The snowstorm also looks up at the incense and exposes it to a cold gaze.
"Incense can't do anything without me, even after he disappeared from front of my brother, he was a scum himself."
Is it meant to be a return of interest, the blizzard pointed the talking spearhead to incense?
"With the power I gained from Junko, I was born in" The President Pickled with Formalin, "and became the youngest and the shortest executive on record. That was my advice, too. The lack of initiative is the same. It's the same thing not to think for yourself. It was almost like my so-called puppet. My brother would know that, wouldn't he? I don't care what he thinks, it's not like he can be a top criminal organization executive."
"Sort of..."
A long time to convince and agree with the words of the snowstorm.
"I admit it's true, and I don't care if they tell me that because I'm too busy."
I said incense with a cool face.
"In the first place, I fell into the back streets in order to get an environment that satisfies the abnormality of the snowstorm. An organization called the Formalin-Pickled President was best suited for that. And Yoshiku, I gently handed you an invitation to this wonderful world, too. That's the fake footage of that blizzard that drove your life crazy."
On the mouth of incense, a slight cold smile.
"You said you called me in this way on the back street?
Long standing to give a slightly frightening voice.
"That's right. It was also my desire and that of a snowstorm. Until we get here."
"If you were my brother's character, I would have thought about my hatred, hated the back streets, hated the organization, and I was sure. So, at the end of the day, I wanted to expose the truth, return the tablet, and worship my brother's dismal face. It was dodgy."
In a mean tone, the snowstorm slowly rose.
"Brother, let's put Keri on. You have about a gun, don't you? Me and Tyman. I'm a blizzard for once, but it's not a real blizzard. You're like the demon who tormented my brother and drove his life crazy, so don't hesitate, okay?
A snowstorm drains the gun. But Yoshiku is silent and just staring at the blizzard.
"Hey, didn't you come here to put Keri on the fucking extreme cause? I intend to. Look, look, come on."
Freshly, a blizzard that turns when you put your index finger in the trigger and turn the gun around.
"Take the gun, fucking brother. I'm the one who drove your brother's life crazy. This happened because I was there, a degraded copy of my dear sister. Hey, right?
"I don't know. I don't know. The only thing I can say is, I'm annoyed by you guys, but I don't even want to kill you directly."
The snowstorm's face distorts into anger at last to the long-standing words that have opened his mouth.
"Then what the hell are you doing? Yikes! Only cold!? Ahhh!?
Snowstorms screaming irritably.
"Are you kidding me, like I used to want to get along?
"Yes, I am."
In response to the snowstorm, which he said abundantly disgusted, Yoshiku affirmed lightly with a gentle voice.
The snowstorm snowed for a moment, but exhaled loudly, letting him have a gentle grin like he realized something.
"No, this guy. Incense, show him an example."
"Oh."
The scent prompted by the snowstorm nods and sticks a gun to the back of the snowstorm. Yoshiku makes his expression strong.
"The bet is my win. Make good on your promise."
"Oh."
Snowstorm says so and laughs lonely. The incense nods quietly again and gives strength to the trigger.
"Stop it!
Shortly after the voice of restraint, a gunshot sounded and a snowstorm fell to the front.
"Snowstorm!
Shout out your name, run over to the snowstorm and hold you for a long time.
"Why didn't you do it? Yoshiku, why did you let me shoot you? It's ruined. You ruined me and this guy's wishes..."
There was resentment. With tone and gaze, incense asks.
"I've been waiting a long time. You'll be here any minute. Kill this demon. I couldn't do it. I didn't want to. I knew you were a phony. Note that you couldn't kill me with my hands. If you knew everything, you would have believed you could, but you ended up losing your bet and I got my hands dirty. What are you gonna do about it? It's completely out of expectation. That sucks. He said he believed you... what's this worst development? It's a farce. I'm a clown. I wasted too much time waiting. Isn't that the kind of story I should have just killed this snowstorm-looking demon?"
I hardly ever heard Yoshiku's rhetorical dialogue. I was more nervous about my conversation with the blizzard than that.
"How did this happen..."
In the midst of incense's rhetorical uttering, the blizzard looks up at the indulgence that awakens him and speaks as if to monologue.
"At that time... I even had to stop by on my way home from school... No, I'm not the one who stopped by, it's the original."
"Enough. Don't talk."
I was aware for a long time that I was talking about the often crummy dialogue, but the words came out of my heart.
"It's time for you to talk... Me now... except for my soul, not the blizzard I know of, but because of my brain transplant... my memory... my thoughts..."
Snowstorm eyes moisturize. Seeing it makes my eyeballs hot for a long time.
"So the real... snowstorm, too, when I say... I think... Please…………"
In the middle of the words, the power fell out of the body of the blizzard.