I never thought a woman would come to this room again.
How many years has it been since then? Four or five years? It wasn't long before I fell into the back streets. I don't think it's been that long, or that a very long time has passed.
Neither did he - so did Kiyose. My relationship is with those who are targeted and those who defend it.
Kiyose was a stupid woman. She was a poor woman. Born in a shitty house, running away, standing around, shaking one of the dirty guys' things and that sunset, and being followed by a weird guy, it's well enough to make me laugh.
No, I guess I had to be stupid. With one evil birth, Kiyose was the Don bottom of misfortune.
"The world shines so beautifully, but that light hurts for me. The light from the darkness is too dazzling"
Kiyose said that. I know exactly what you're trying to say.
From Kiyose's point of view, many humans would have seemed happy. And compare. I feel my misfortune in comparison, and I feel miserable. I feel more unhappy and more pathetic.
By looking down on such a miserable person, they live in peace, those who consider themselves happy. I want to kill you with no one left. At one point, I was thinking about that. Because I thought I was the bottom line, too.
The old man picked me up, and I was saved. It's a very common story in the back streets. The guy who thinks he's most unhappy is picked up by the organization, he can be where he is, and he doesn't think he's unhappy. It will no longer be unhappy. Common patterns.
But Kiyose was finally not saved until the end. I couldn't save him. I couldn't protect him.
Because I was powerless. I was just a miscellaneous fish, a mob, a puppet then.
A man who was dating Kiyose broke into the room with his men, slapped me, and then took Kiyose away.
I noticed. I went out of my room and immediately found Kiyose. In the alley just next to the apartment, the bones in the body are crushed, the hands and feet are bent in the direction of nowhere, the face swollen without a shadow to see, with one of the eyeballs popping out, the figure of Kiyose, who is like a borough rag. I was crying without myself or the world as I cling to the unbroken remains of Kiyose.
For revenge, I wanted power. I visited a place called the Snow Oka Institute, where a crazy woman had a crazy surgery to get her crazy powers.
I broke the legs of both worms, carefully crushed the bones of the whole body of both trashy scum begging for their lives, and slaughtered them, but my mind didn't clear. Despite my vengeance, the anger in me didn't go away.
It wasn't the scum he wanted that killed him. It is this irrational world itself, God who designed the irrational world. I want revenge on everything. Of course, I can't run it. That's regrettable.
Since then, I have contributed to the organization with the power I have acquired, and I have always been at a glance in the organization. I didn't think I'd be happy when it happened that way.
"I don't come to maintain it regularly. Because I want to know as much about the growth of your powers as I do, and I want to check that there may not be any side effects."
A red-eyed crazy daughter said that at a place called the Snow Oka Institute, but she's troublesome and never been there. Email calls are persistent, too, but I haven't seen them through once. As you wish for the other side, I did it as a bench in exchange for risk. I wouldn't have any more in-laws to go out with.
It's been like a long time since then, much less time, and I'm sure I'm in that mood because I can't forget about Kiyose. Because that unbroken way of dying is an unforgivable life that cannot be saved.
Why do I have to look so bad? I keep screaming in my heart to heaven over and over again. I'm yelling at him for not returning the answer. He who looks down on me like that and is worshipped and prayed for by the rest of the world is sure to laugh.
Death to God. I don't know how many times I've squealed like that. And I will throw up that word in the future. This world itself is a substitute for the evil crumbs of God.
In the morning, slightly more wakes up first and stands in a narrow kitchen and looks around.
"To thank you at least for escorting me, I thought I'd make breakfast, but you have nothing to eat. Apparently, he's having a terrible diet. Is this a convenience store meal for a moment?"
"A big favor. Let's go out for dinner. You want a shower?
"If I can use it, I'll get it done. We have some clothes to change."
A little headed for the bathroom. In the meantime, I'm calling my old man.
"So, you did it?
An old man asks in a serious voice.
"That's the first voice! I didn't do it!
"You can't just... No, like homosexuality or something?
An old man asks in an even more serious voice.
"I'm not going to get my old man's daughter. No, before that, this must be an escort job. You don't have a guard or anything like that."
'No, that reasoning is strange. You could have stayed in a separate room?
"We're escorting you to the same room."
'Look, I knew it was crazy. Young men and women are in the same room and there's nothing wrong with you. You must be crying a little. Besides, there's no reason you have to be in the same room because you're an escort.'
An old man returning to his usual floating chatter.
"I'm not crying. I don't care what you think of safety."
"Well, it sure is,"
"What do you do with the old man?
"Even though their power is killing them considerably, as before, there's a good chance of hiring new people, and you can't be alarmed. I'll actively set it up and scrape it off. But I don't mind if you set me up there. I can fight for a little bit. '
Are you finally going to bait my daughter? How about that...
"That's from the escort assignment, isn't it the end of the line?
'I don't put my organization in crisis just for my daughter. If they're after their daughter, they don't have a hand in not using her. At the same time, I protect my daughter. can be reconciled. I also know a guy who can do that. Like the guy on the phone with me right now. A little bit of that area is satisfactory. On the other hand, we can't convince ourselves to just divide the organization's power to protect ourselves. It's a little bit like that. "
Um, did the boulder just say old man's daughter? Do you think you can get through it?
"Depending on the way we think, we've gained strength. He said he would also be a motive force against them."
'That's what I'm talking about. Of course he knows the slightest bit. He's a smart kid. "
Proud tone of full parental idiot.
"Is there anything else?
"No, there isn't."
"Nanja, give me a hint. In many ways. '
The phone hung up. Hmmm...... anxious. In many ways.
While I provide a little escort, I use a hint to attack the enemy's Yang Dynamics and those who come after a hint to sharpen the enemy's power. On the other hand, the old man's four-leaf wubber also fought with the elephant unleashed?
What makes you anxious, as Koganei pointed out, is that the four-leaf uber is close to a one-man organization that has a high dependence on me. I guess that's why I divided it between me and everything else, if I were to split it into two hands.
Well, the old man has quite an arm. Still anxious.
"What will we do now? I also wonder if you mean to be here all the time. I understand I'm being targeted."
When he came out of the bathroom, he said slightly.
"Well, it doesn't always mean it's safe to be here, and I'd rather not stay in one place"
"It feels like moving around as much as possible."
"If you just want to be safe, that would be safer. From the other side, it feels like he's running away. In the meantime, you old people, you'll be relegated and donned patsy with the elephant"
Don't talk about the anxiety of being okay without me.
"Didn't you hear from my father? You don't just have to be safe. Please don't hesitate to use me as a fool."
"I heard that story. But I don't feel like being aggressive. Nature and that's likely to happen, and you don't have to bother to risk it. If Grandpa Bamboo is obsessed with you and aggressively exposes you, he is dressed to break his power into two hands. As head of the organization, he's a big idiot."
But I guess this is how the old man left his daughter with me because he actually spotted me as a hell of a big idiot.
"You can use it aggressively. I'm a lantern light. Attract and learn to nourish your host. The joy of the Lord filling his appetite is my joy. We're alone."
"No, the poem is strange. Ankou and pseudo-bait are not independent creatures."
"But what I'm trying to say, you know in the poem now, right?
Honestly, I thought it was a lot of slack analogy, but I knew what I was trying to say.
"Well, the route to hang out is a decision, and then it's up to them to decide what happens."
I guess I shouldn't be back here this evening. Either that or my family getting involved and not being a patsy is the real thing that I want to avoid if possible.
"If you escort me to Liao Er's recommended place, my heart will rise and dance madly"
"What the hell?"
"Me, I've never played with a man before. I've never had a date or anything like that. If your father approves Liao Er, you can trust him safely."
The word "parent" and "child" comes to my mind. The contents are really similar to those of an old man...