Me and the little one left behind the office where only the body was left.
I was more aware of Takagawa's abandonment dialogue than I was of Koganei's absence, or Takagawa's escape again, or where they were lurking.
That's not a strength or anything. He seemed certain. Look at me and a little combat power. And you're saying there's just a trump card to say that?
Anxiety arises. I can't help but have a bad feeling. It's hard for me to believe a proud man who can be grand at times like this. Or am I too timid?
"Liao Er, you look pale."
Released A slight stop in front of the elephant's office and a voice. I get stuck too and stop.
"I was concerned about the discarding dialogue between Tachikawa. I thought it was a pretty amazing mouse."
"I see. But whatever enemies come, we'll do everything we can to get rid of them and grasp a glorious future."
Regardless of the glorious future, it seems a little more hungry than I am.
"Hey, hey, it's awful to fight me without permission. I'd like to check the performance of my mouse."
Junko appears abruptly and protests.
"Know what? How long are you going to stick around?
"I wonder if I'd like to keep an eye on this fight for a while until it gets Kelli. Release the elephant, because there are a lot of experimental bench volunteers."
To my question, Junko smiles and returns a joke answer. You're still going to boost their power. And he puts it on us, watches us fight, even if he knows it.
"Will you let me go now after that?
slightly asks.
"There's no way to liberate me. Okay? You've been my experimental bench for as long as you're alive."
Junko returning the joke answer again.
"Well, there are plenty of other stockpiles of my mice, and there will be new experimental bench applicants, so I think I'll move on to the other kids after this protest, but I was wondering if you guys could help me out when I feel like it again after time"
"Don't be ridiculous. Get this straight."
I stared at Junko and a voice filled with more anger than I thought, but Junko didn't flinch at all, nor did he break his smile. It's more like you're enjoying my anger, I even feel that way.
"You guys volunteered for my lab, so this isn't clear? Because that's my rule, hey. You can't escape that contract, and you're not gonna miss it, are you?
"I didn't hear you'd be bound like that, so that's a breach of contract."
Slightly said in a resolute tone. Really, this guy is a solid guy.
I'm sorry to say, but the woman I used to live with - very different from Kiyose, no, the exact opposite. He didn't give himself much, and he was a daughter with no core. That's not why I'm a bad kid, but there were plenty of good parts. Honest, feels protective, nostalgic like a jean dog, stands up a man properly...
"Let me - let us go. Whatever the form, there's no such thing as a guy who feels bound and in good mood. Everyone wants freedom."
"I agree. You didn't lose your freedom and gain power at the price of obedience, did you? Besides, having freedom in your hands without being restrained is very important as a big premise that people are people, right? No one should have the right to bind it."
Me and a little continue to complain, but I feel that a little talk is better. I don't think I'm tight. I'm older, but I feel sorry for you...
"There is no such thing as total freedom, and no human being can stand such a transcendentally free dam, is there? We have to discipline ourselves somewhere and tie ourselves up."
"Reason is good. For now, you're just gonna have to realize that you're gonna harass us every once in a while when you feel like it, okay?
Junko smiles at my words, making me look like I'm in trouble.
"Oh, now I know. I'm right here."
Slightly slapping the clap.
"I'm sure Junko doesn't mind. It's the nature of the experimental bench that I want to get along with the kids. I can't honestly tell you to be my friend, so I'm stuck with the people who used it as an experimental bench in this way. What do you think, a picture star?
Slightly pointing it out to my taste, but I don't think I am. Junko has a bitter laugh too...
"Some of the kids who have become my mice can call me friends, and occasionally I get help with experiments. Besides, some kids, like you, are uncomfortable with being treated like a mouse, but that doesn't matter anymore. I hope you at least enjoy it positively, though, hey."
"In the form of coercion, there's no way you can enjoy it. Anyway, if you ask me to cooperate in advance,"
"No, if I told you in advance, it wouldn't be a surprise."
No... Whatever you say doesn't make sense.
"I don't think you should imitate that people hate you. Plus, as I said earlier, Junko's definition of the experimental bench is too vague. It would be a typical unfair contract if you hadn't explained in advance what you would be treated like."
I don't give up the slightest bit, and I still hunt it down.
"Oh yeah...... That's sort of true. But... I ask you one thing, but if I had explained it to you in advance, wouldn't you guys have been my experimental bench?
And Junko, who reasoned and laughed.
"I see, has that come? This was taken one. You don't have a choice."
A slight pull. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I was hunting you down pretty good.
"But it's true that it's a breach of contract, and if you want to have a good relationship with the experimental platform applicants, I think you should avoid resentful imitation as much as possible, right?
"Hmm... I'll keep in mind..."
Junko returns an ambiguous answer with an ambiguous expression. Is it okay to say that once this has been debated slightly?
"By the way, I heard there are still experimental bench applicants in the enemy, but they also made strong ones that we can't handle?
I don't expect an answer. Me.
"No way. It's just that there are a few elephant people out there, and they don't make completely unbalanced modifications to their power. Before that, the good and bad condition of the mouse I make depends on my luck, as well as the content of the modification. And then the more powerful and special powers and areas I haven't really tried yet, the higher the risk. I gave you a pretty powerful ability for a little one, but this is still the result of lowering the risk part, and it's an array of modifications my other Mad Scientist friends told me about."
"Finally, you don't make mice powerful enough to overwhelmingly ravage us, do you?
That's what I'm talking about.
If Junko isn't lying, what was that discarding dialogue in Tachikawa? You didn't rely on Junko's remodeling, you even hired an awesome killer to shut up?
Then Junko and I broke up and took a taxi to Shiba's office.
Until we know where the enemy is lurking, it's better to hit the defense in the office than split it into two hands. Don't have a bad feeling about it.
Tired of the fight, we both sleep in a taxi home. A little leans against me. I fall asleep, too.
It's that dream again.
In my dreams, I confront my children. A crying child.
"How long have you been crying?
Knowing why I'm crying, I ask.
"Until I know the answer..."
"I know the answer"
I'll give you an instant answer to the kid who answers.
"The answer is, give up. Blame God for everything."
When I was a kid, I said it like I was mad.
"I haven't given up. So I'm fighting it."
I won't pull either. This is me, the kid. There's nothing to pull against this guy. You can't pull it off. Don't even admit it.
"I've always protected the organization I'm in. I will continue to protect you."
"It's a pile of building blocks to destroy."
My word for a child shoots through my chest.
"Hard built up building blocks. Building blocks that have been built up and protected with care. The longer I build up, the deeper my thoughts, the more immeasurable the despair when I break it. God just left it for that. But we'll see how long it takes, and God will come flailing, kick the building blocks of castles, and we'll split. Look at the bulk of the building blocks and me crying in front of them, and God laughs at the Guerraggera."
"Shut up..."
Turn to me, the kid who talks to Bella, I'm awesome.
"God isn't the only one. The heartless will surely laugh. Same people as God. People who can't help but enjoy the misfortunes of others. People who rejoice in the misfortunes God gives them. People who join God and lead others into misfortune. Yeah... but are you the same anymore? I've killed a lot of people."
"I'm not. I'm fine. No, at least I'm not having fun."
Driven by the urge to kick ass, I deny it.
"You want to get absolute power and protect everything through. From a mean god. From the snatchers, who are the mercy of a mean god."
That word of mine of a child is my untrue heart. But I don't have that kind of power in me right now, and I doubt that anyone who gets that kind of power will ever live up to it.